"Hold her, Dawak, before she jump!"

And Dawak's hand came down hard on the back of her head, pressing it harder into his loins until the bowl came around their way again. She could feel the car turning and slowing down because the new road was even ruttier than the last one. This was really rough and rocky, and with each bump they hit, she could feel the hardness of Balloo behind her buttressing deeper into the open unprotected crack of her ass. She knew he could feel her quivering beneath him and had faint visions of what his black leering face must look like as he held her warm white throbbing body in front of him to do as he willed. The obscene helplessness of her positions coupled with the warm dark liquid they had forced down her, caused a strange crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach. It intensified with each time Balloo moved his loins behind her and the contact became more sharp. Her face ached slightly, and her throat was bone dry.

"Where are we?" Balloo breathed heavily, his hands cupping the round firmness of her ass beneath the thin veneer of her now torn and soiled nightgown.

"At edge Canya," Kubby volunteered. It was meaningless to Julie but Balloo snorted gleefully.

"Pul… oull thees up," Enhar slobbered drunkenly, trying to catch hold of her nightgown with one hand and his head hanging over the front seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his eyes as they roamed over the figure of the helpless, kneeling girl in the back seat.

"I gotta fuck her now," Balloo hissed with a coarse impatient tone to his voice. From the obscene nature of his language, Julie realized that they had to be reading exactly those books from the port that the Reverend Davenport warned them against.

"Best to wait," Dawak objected.