"Sheeit," he said. "Ripe little whore, eh? Wet as hell." He pulled her panties aside and rammed one of his fingers into her cunt.

As he laughed and finger-fucked her, Lena wanted to scream that it was only sweat that was making her wet. She didn't get like that. She felt his awful fingers ramming into the innermost recesses of her body and she thought she was going to throw up all over him. Jerry put another finger into her pussy and laughed as the girl moaned and struggled.

Then he flung her backwards. Lena screamed as she tripped and sprawled on the metal floor of the van. Her head slammed onto the floor and stars swept across her eyes as she groaned.

As her vision cleared, she found Jerry standing over her. His hands opened the front of his pants and he pulled out his cock. Lena groaned in terror as she saw Jerry play with his eight inches of rock-hard cockmeat. He smiled down at her and laughed.

"Take your panties off," he said. "Nice and slow, I like to look."

Lena couldn't disobey. The pain from her slapped face and hurt nipples were more than enough warning of what he would do if she refused. She slid her bound hands down to her panties and tried to pull them down. It was difficult, but slowly her triangle of blonde pussyhair came into view and Jerry chuckled, running his hand up and down his stiff cock. Bending her legs, Lena managed to slide her panties right down and off one of her feet. She then fell back, sick and exhausted, the tiny white briefs clinging around her right ankle.

"Now open your legs and pull them up," said Jerry.

With her mind reeling and her breath choking at each horrible threat, Lena pulled her legs up and spread them as she had been told to do. She held herself there and stared up at him, silently begging him to let her alone.