When I woke up, I was in the back of an old panel truck. My clothes were twisted and in the same condition as when they'd examined me.

We hit a bump and I moaned. The sound came from deep in my throat. It was muffled. I became aware of something in my mouth. It was a rag. My jaws ached. I tried to move my hands. I couldn't. Pain shot from my wrists when I jerked. Someone had tied them behind my head with wire.

"I think she's awake," a heavily accented voice whispered.

"Well-find out," another answered.

I lay real still. The fog hadn't cleared from my

mind yet. I didn't move. I didn't even move when the hand slid up the inside of my thigh. I didn't twitch when it explored my snatch. I didn't shiver as the fingers rolled my cunt. Then the man viciously pinched and jerked. I writhed in agony and tried to kick the man.

"She's awake all right," the accented voice laughed.

"The bitch tried to kick me," the other voice echoed.

"We have time to teach her a lesson."

"Yeah," the first one said, feeling around blindly in the darkness for my tit.

I whimpered as they pulled me to my knees. The dirty metal of the truck floor hurt my knees and face. A gurgle shot up from inside me and was drowned by the gag as a hand jerked me forward.

A hand grabbed either side of my hips. I felt a heated hard-on press against my pussy from behind, I stiffened. It drove home viciously. My face scraped the metal floor. A hand jerked my head up. Another hand pinched my jaw and jerked the rag out. I felt a cock fill it before I could cry out.

The man behind me was resting his chest across my back. His hands grabbed and tore at my tits. My hands couldn't help support my weight. My head sank onto the stiff, smelly boner. I felt the prick knifing into my cunt from behind. The cock in front cruelly battered the back of my mouth and blocked my windpipe.