Brenda stared at the three men standing about ten feet away from her, then glanced over her shoulder. The odds of escaping didn't look good. There was a patch of grass about thirty feet wide, then thick brush leading to a deeply forested area. Can I make it to the trees, she wondered.
It was worth the risk. She smiled at them and reached for the top buttons on her blouse, trying to undo them as sensuously as any stripper. They were focusing on her, practically salivating as she exposed a little more flesh. Without giving any hint of her intentions, she spun around and ran for the trees.
There was raucous laughter from behind. "You go, girl," shouted Mac Jr. "We'll even give you a head start. How's a count of ten?"
Brenda dove into the brush, brambles snagging and catching at her jeans, slowing her progress. "One!" she heard all too close behind.
The count went to three before she even cleared the brambles, her heart pounding. Ahead, the forest opened wide; maples forming a canopy high over her head. She ran all out, praying that she didn't trip over a root or rock hidden in the leaf litter. "Six!" she heard, further away now, and knew that the men were toying with her. They didn't expect her to get very far.
No time to think. Got to get away. But they can outrun me. So I've got to hide. But where? "Seven!"
The answer appeared. Another thicket, this one much wider than the one near the road. She'd have to crawl to get into it, but she'd be hidden. It was a long shot, but the only one she could see.
"Eight!" called out a now distant voice as she dove headfirst between two blueberry bushes. She wriggled on her belly, pulling herself forward on her elbows through the underbrush. The deeper I go, the better hidden I'll be, she thought. No way they're gonna rip up those fine silk suits crawling in after me. "Nine!"
Sharp twigs scratched at Brenda's back as her blouse rode up, but she tried to ignore them. Almost time to stop, she thought. Don't want to be moving when they come looking.
"Ten!" She froze for a moment, then turned her head slowly. She could see a little of the sky overhead, but not much. The leaves and branches were camouflaging her well. Her heart still beating a fast tempo in her chest, she tried to catch her breath without gasping for air.
"Hey, sweetie," said a voice she recognized as Nick's. "Mac says whoever finds you first gets to fuck you first. Thought you'd like to know."
Nick was the one who'd been pawing at her in the car. She shuddered. He'd be brutal with her, she was sure. Not that any of them was going to be gentle, but he'd seemed the meanest of the trio. Now Mac Jr, he was the kind of guy she might go for. Not under these circumstances, of course, but he'd know how to treat a woman. SHe was sure of it.
Keep your head, she told herself. They're not going to find you.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" said Vito in a sing-song voice. "Cuz my dick's as hard as a rock, and I'm just dyin' to fuck you."
His voice was somewhere off to her left. She could hear branches and brambles being crushed as someone plunged through the brush to her right. She held her breath.
When she felt a hand grab her ankle, Brenda screamed.
Brenda was hauled out of the brush upside down by both feet. She found herself staring at the crotch of a pair of weather-beaten coveralls. Even through thick, loose-fitting material, she could see the man's erection throbbing.
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