Henry Morgan - The drivers

Black hands tugged her pretty flower-painted panties down to her knees, exposing a thick pubic bush, quite out of character with her small frame.

"Hairy little bitch aren't you?" said H. "How can I find your twat in all that fur." Her eyes closed and body stiffened as his hands began searching between her legs.

"Here she is!" the black man laughed. "Get a shot of this."

While the young girl begged them to leave her alone Jack must have rushed forward with the camera to film her now widely split cunt. H fingered her for a moment then suggested getting the other girl out of the pit to watch. Jack agreed, but thought it would be better to let the baby watch first.

"That way," he said. "She can see what's going to happen to her."

The other girl was brought up. Her first sight was of her friend tied against the wall, her knickers visible beneath the hem of her dress.

"What have they done, Tan?" she cried out. "The bastards! What have they done?"

"That's her name, is it, Tania?"

The girl nodded.

"Tania what?"

"Willows," she sobbed. "Tania Willows. I have to be in college tomorrow, please, I won't say anything, I'll…"

"Well Tania," said H calmly, his hand reaching behind the girl to feel her bottom. "When we've finished with your friend, we'll Tania backside."

The girl's head dropped at the sick joke, while her friend was dragged into a circle made from the back seats of old cars. Jack and H sat opposite each other while the girl was made to stand in the middle. Each man held an extended car aerial which they occasionally used to swipe the air, reminding the girl of the consequence of any disobedience.

"I sense a bit more spirit in this one," said Jack. "She should be a bit of fun."

H lifted the girl's dress with the tip of the car aerial to reveal a tiny luminous orange G-string. He let out an appreciative whistle. "This one likes a bit of fun alright. She was after a good fucking. Weren't you?"

The girl said nothing and knocked the aerial away with her hand.

"Oooh!" The two men laughed. "Naughty!"

Against the wall, floral pantied Tania whimpered. When H heard the pitiful sobs he called across to her. "Cry baby!" he teased. "You want to watch this, pick up a few pointers. When we've finished here we're coming to get you. Going to teach you it's dangerous hitching lifts after a night out."

The girl screwed her eyes tightly shut and shook her head, hoping it was all a bad dream. In the circle, Cora was about to feel the bite of the aerial.

"Lift the dress," ordered Jack.

"Fuck off!" she replied bravely.

Sssswheee. The aerial sliced through the air and whipped across the taut backside, making the girl leap skywards. The light dress and G-string afforded no protection.

"You can take it right off now," Jack told her.

"Piss off."

The second and third stroke landed almost simultaneously, one from each man. Pain screamed across the young girl's bottom and no amount of frantic rubbing would make it go away.

"Strip."

Cora gripped the hem of her dress and began lifting it slowly.

"I bet you love this don't you?" she said, tears welling. "Stripping young girls."

Both men smiled up at her.

"You bet your fucking life we do," they answered in unison.

The electric orange dress rose, revealing three thin red stripes on the cheeks of Cora's bottom. She lifted the garment over her short black hair and dropped it on the floor.

"No bra either," said H, admiring her well toned flesh. "Little G-string, bouncy titties. You were right up for it, you dirty bitch." He leant forward and slipped the tip of the aerial inside the front of the G-string, easing the material away from her body. Her clean shaven split made him gasp with delight.

"You really are full of surprises," he told her, rising from his seat. Her defiance, her well shaped tits and smooth slat had aroused him to the point of no return. Standing in knee length boots and minuscule knickers, her skin like alabaster, she epitomised youthful health and vitality. He, and now Jack who had also risen from his seat, could hold back no longer.

"Get over on the seat," said H, unbuckling his belt. "I'm going to give you what you've been asking for."

The girl turned quietly towards the place they'd indicated then suddenly broke into a run, cleared the seat with one leap and sprinted for the doors.

"Run Cora!" screamed Tania, seeing her friend's break for freedom. "Run!"

The men made no attempt at a chase. Instead they removed their trousers, watching the girl frantically tugging at the old green doors. It was a game they often played, letting the girls try to escape before bringing them back to face their future.

When they were ready, Jack went to her right and H to the left. She saw them coming and began tugging violently at the doors, kicking and cursing them. The men were in no hurry, they had fastened the doors carefully and knew there was no way out. Cora had realised that too. She stood with her back against the door, hand outstretched.

"Please," she begged. "Not me! Not me!"

H grabbed her just as she made to get away. Picking her up from behind he carried her back to the circle and pushed her down on her hands and knees.

"I don't want to," she cried as the black man pushed her forwards, her face and shoulders pressing into the old car seat. Despairingly, Tania pleaded too, but it wasn't going to help her friend. The flimsy G-string was pulled from her body, making way for the fat black cock that was probing along those gorgeous thighs.

"No!" she begged. "Not me… ahh!" She felt the tip nudging at her entrance, seeking her out. "Ahh! No!" Already it felt massive, squeezing its way inside. Fat and bullying. Soon she was impaled, run through with solid cock. Thumping cock, out and in, thumping, thumping, thumping.

Against the wall Tania pleaded once more for them to let her friend go. To stop what they were doing. "Just stop such dirty things and leave us be."

As she called out support to the rudely fucked Cora, Jack came across. She looked at her friend, a thick black cock driving in and out of her, then looked at Jack, Cora's bottom juddering against the heavy pounding meted by the black man's hips, then looked at Jack. She noted the lust in his eyes, sensed the unquenchable desire in his body, then saw the angry red prick against his belly, solid and upright and desperate for release.

He marched across, stopped square in front of her and wrenched up her dress.

"I won't struggle," whimpered the terrified Tania. "Just don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say."

Jack pulled the dress higher and pushed the material into her mouth.

"Bite it!"

She did as he said, keeping the garment out of his way while he ripped the pretty panties away. When he had finished with them he pushed her bra over her tiny tits then took hold of the back of her knees. Getting between her thighs he lifted her legs and thrust his prick inside the still tethered body.

Her hands tied to the hook in the wall, her dress in her mouth, legs off the floor, Jack began his urgent thrusts, building rapidly into a frantic almost frenzied fuck, his hands kneading the tiny mounds that were her breasts.

For the next hour Susan watched the video as Jack and Hell Raiser took it in turns with the two women. Occasionally they would have two on one girl and sometimes, in the way of a change, they would make the girls have sex with each other. One on her back, the other, arse in the air, licking the spunk from her friends well soiled hole, or if one of the men felt inclined, holes. When it was all clean, they were changed around. The licked becoming the licker. Afterwards, the girls were led back to the pit wearing only their knee length boots, both with sore twats, and Tania sporting a very red bottom after H had carried out his promise and tanned it good and hard with his belt while the unfortunate girl was tied face first against the wall.