Vito's body fell back against the seat under the surprise attack. "You don't own her, you know," he shouted back violently.

"Right now I do. I'm the one that supposed to be fucking her."

"Hold on, boys. We can't be bitchin' and fightin' amongst us. Wait 'till we get to the warehouse," Pop's voice pleaded from the driver's seat.

"Maybe we ought to wait, Billy," Cash shifted in the front seat, frowning tensely at the two angrily poised figures in the back of the truck.

"I'm tired of waiting," Billy grunted and resumed his kneeling position over Ellen's helplessly splayed out body. "I'll fuck 'er real quick."

Billy's eyes raced with mounting excitement over the youthful loveliness of the girl's body that lay stretched below him in a piteous pose of helpless submission. He hadn't fucked a woman in a long time, and especially not anything like this. Not anything so young, pure, and helpless. Small beads of perspiration broke out on his upper lips and his hands trembled as he curved them around the narrowness of her waist. He waited a moment, and then he began slowly peeling down the flimsy nylon panties over the half-moons of her buttocks, gradually exposing the smoothly resilient young flesh. Then, in a sudden gesture of nervous impatience, he yanked the panties past her knees and the rounded white spheres jostled firmly and nakedly before his hungering eyes.

Ellen trembled in abject shame and embarrassment, feeling the last of her protective clothing dangling uselessly down at her ankles. Then there was the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open in haste behind her, and her own groan of terror arising from some deep, distant place in her body when she felt the sudden long warm bluntness of his hardened cock fall free against the top of her leg. Tiny droplets of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the contracting gland at its tip, and she shuddered in disgust and revulsion, feeling it smear wetly across the top of her nudely exposed thigh.