And then Billy collapsed forward. As she felt the weight of the kneeling man fall against her back, her battered young body gave one last jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body.

Ellen lay with her arms outstretched, dangling doll-like over Vito's legs. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with Billy's hot sticky cum. Then she felt him pull himself slowly off her defeated form, his cock sliding gradually and slipperily out of her ravaged vagina. Oh God, she sobbed out her shame and humiliation. And this wasn't even the end. There were the others!

"It's my turn now." Vito announced and pulled himself abruptly out from under her dangling arms. "Let me have a go at her."

"You ain't getting no turn, I already told you."

"Boys, boys! You just got to stop now. We're coming into the city," Pop pleaded from the driver's seat.

"I told you once, you ain't gonna touch her," Billy snorted and pushed Vito's ready form back against the front seat.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Vito snarled. "I got mine comin', and I'll get it before we're through with her."

And then all was quiet. Ellen lay shivering on the bottom of the truck, Billy's cum still trickling in tiny lewd rivulets down the crevice between her thighs, forming a dark wet circle on the floor of the truck. Her arms fell limply to the sides while the men dressed her, and then she sank back to the floor with Billy's hand again over her mouth, listening with renewed fear to the mens' rambling conversation.

"She's pretty, right?"

"Might as well enjoy the blondes, there'll be nothin' but brunettes south of the border where we're goin'."

"Unless we take this one along."

A soft laughter was heard in the truck, and Ellen's attention started with renewed desperation. Oh God, what next? What next?