Ellen sobbed in shame and humiliation as she felt her body betraying her, the tight narrow virginal passageway slowly enlarging and wettening under the maddening probing of his burrowing finger. She felt a strange sad regret when the pain gradually decreased, knowing that the end of the pain also meant the final end of her cherished virginity. The probing finger was only slipping now through the shattered remains, sweeping away the last faint obstacles to her final ravishment by these unspeakably low criminals. She tried to scream, but it came out a soft pitiful whimper that she doubted they had even heard. A fatalistic sense of acceptance swept over her. She couldn't protest any longer – she just couldn't, her body lay defeated by utter confusion and exhaustion. Once again she thought of her sister, but her former shock had turned to near envy… Jennifer at least had enjoyed it. If only she had given herself to Bob. Now in the face of this terrible rape, her objections to his few gentle advances seemed prudish and silly. Little had she known what true immorality meant. Then gradually she ceased to think at all. Her virginity, her disapproval of her sister, all that was swept away by the vile fondling of her secret genitals.

She gasped as his finger suddenly slipped out with a wet sucking sound and she felt him adjusting himself behind her, slowly massaging the heavy thick foreskin of his erectly throbbing penis back from the jerking head while he advanced against the proud young girl who now lay totally at his mercy. Then there was the feeling of the hugeness of his fleshy hardness laying the full length of her openly quivering slit. The jerking head of his lust-bloated cock rested throbbingly between her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips away from it, her helpless vagina still seeking escape from its hard, blood-filled tip. She cringed down against the truck floor, her eyes wide in horrified panic, when he guided it down the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised, pulsating and ready, up between the moisture-covered flanges of her vagina.