"Get out," he said.

Jerry reached out and hauled her brutally to her feet and threw her out. She fell down the steps and sprawled on the grass of a small clearing in a forest. Through her tears she looked around but it was obvious they were miles from anywhere.

"Stand up, fuckmeat," said Sonny.

Lena tried her best but her legs wouldn't do it. She fell again and begged for mercy as both men heaved her upright. She managed to stand and face them. In her ripped blouse and stained skirt, she stared at the ground, trying to pretend she wasn't there.

"Shit, that's nice," said Sonny. "Fucked the shit outa her, did ya?"

"Yeah," said Jerry, "and I'm already gettin' it up again." He reached in and pulled the side of her torn blouse away so that her tits were in plain view.

"Tough," said Sonny. "I get her now. Come here, bitch, let's see how you give head."

Lena didn't have an idea of what he meant. She sneaked a look at him and saw he was indicating that she was to come to him. Slowly, and with the new fear rising in her throat and gagging her, she walked until she was inches from his terrible, masculine body. "Kneel, shit," said Sonny.

Lena moaned with the fear and felt as if she was going to pass out. She almost fell to the soft grass and only just kept herself from collapsing completely. As she knelt there, she realized she was level with his crotch and the bulge there was big.

"Open my pants," said Sonny. Lena raised her trembling hands and tried to pull the zip down. As with her panties, her hands wouldn't act properly an she struggled as the tiny metal handle kept slipping out of her fingers.

"Come on, shitface," said Sonny and he pulled her head back by her hair and slapped her face again.