Lena struggled onto the hard metal seat, tears running down her face as the wagon roared out of the courtyard. There were no windows and it was very hot. Sweat joined her tears as Lena stared at the burly Jerry. His look reminded her of the way Jack had stared at her the one night he had forced himself on her helpless body.

The wagon picked up speed and they left the town behind. The heat made the sweat run between the twin peaks of Lena's tits and over her flat stomach, down into the crack of her pussy and over her thighs.

"Sheeeit," said Jerry slowly, "if you ain't the prettiest little piece of ass I've run out to the unit in a long time."

Lena didn't speak. A terrible fear was rising in her throat.

"Yeahhhh," said Jerry, spreading his legs and running his hand over the bulge in his pants. "Get up."

Lena struggled to her feet and tried to stand in the swaying, rolling wagon. Jerry reached up and slid the connecting panel to the driver's compartment open. "Hey, Sonny," he said, "get a load of this in your rearview mirror."

Lena heard Sonny laugh and the wagon almost ran off the road as he studied her.

"Me first," said Jerry.

"Sure," said Sonny. "I'll stop in the Leyland Estate anyway."

Jerry laughed and flipped the panel shut. "Come here," he said.

Lena walked over to him, almost falling with each step because her hands were bound and she couldn't keep her balance. She trembled as he looked her up and down and then reached up and, in one movement, ripped open the neck of her blouse, right to the waist. As the buttons flew all over the back of the wagon, Lena screamed and fell backwards. But Jerry heaved her upright again and one of his huge hands went to the clasp at the front of her bra.

Lena didn't have time to scream again before her tits bounced out and Jerry ran his terrible hands all over them.