This is a fictional account.
Lauren kept trying to wedge the crowbar into the lip of the trunk hood and pry it open. She could not get much leverage though being locked in the confined trunk space of the Buick. The bouncing of the car did not help either. So far she had only managed to bend the trunk lid a bit on either side of the lock. She attempted again to open the lock when the car stopped bouncing as it came to a complete stop. She knew they would probably open the trunk lid soon.
The three Carter brothers exited the Buick and walked around to the trunk. George, the oldest brother, had driven and had the keys. He popped the lock on the trunk at the same time he noticed the new bend marks. The trunk popped open. Lauren jumped up onto her knees and swung the crowbar at George's head. Luck for him, he had a split second to react and pulled his head back just out of range as the crowbar whizzed by his eyes.
"Fuckin bitch!" he yelled.
"Get away from me!" Lauren yelled back.
"Stand back boys!" George said. "We got a wild one here."
"Want me to get a big stick to beat her ass with George?" one of the brothers said.
"No, just stand back out of her reach. She can't stay in there all day," He smiled.
He was right, of course, Lauren realized. She was holding them off her for now but she really needed to get away from them completely. She tried to shift her body to exit the trunk but still held the crowbar out in a threatening manner. One of the brothers was starting to circle around to maybe attempt to slam the lid back down on her. She had to move fast. She threw her leg over the back sidewall of the trunk and rolled out of the car. The guys attempted to move in but she swung the crowbar wildly in a wide arc and they backed off again. She was out but they still circled her with her back to the car trunk.
"Ya better drop the crowbar if ya know what is good for ya," George said.
"And let you three black bastards have your way with me; not on your fuckin life!" Lauren demanded.
The guys would move in just close enough to draw a swing of the crowbar and then back off. It was like they were probing her defenses and she knew she needed to make a move soon but what?
Lauren checked out the three black men before her. George, the oldest and apparently the leader, was tall and muscular. When she swung at him, he moved with a swift grace to avoid the crowbar. The one that looked to be the second oldest was shorter than George but still lean and fast. The youngest brother, not much older looking than she, was tall but slightly overweight and did not move as fast or graceful as his brothers. Even though he was the biggest, Lauren decided to make her move in his direction. She would swing the crowbar in front of her to freeze them. Then she would step toward the younger brother and try to hit him or clear a path from which she could try to run. Run where, she did not know. The place looked like a camp. She had seen one similar in the past when her stepdad brought her along to visit this moonshiner he knew. She had been instructed to suck the guy's dick. In return her stepdad got three free jugs of moonshine.
Lauren would try to run back down the one road that led into the camp. That was if she could get away from these guys. She decided to make her move. The first swing did freeze the advancing brothers as she hoped and the lunge toward the younger brother caught them by surprise. The slower brother was not fast enough but did manage to turn his back in time to take the blow to his ribs in the back. He yelped and stumbled to the ground groaning.
Lauren let out in a dead run through the hole in their defensive perimeter she had created. She got about ten feet ahead but the two other brothers were right behind her gaining ground ever second. She tried to swing the crowbar behind her but it was a weak attempt and did not threaten them much. She tried to think quickly what to do. Should she stop and swing again? Did she have time before they would be upon her? They were gaining now only a step or two behind. She could hear the younger brother yelling get her.
Lauren tried to swing the crowbar again behind her as she ran but it only slower her down and the two brothers tackled her from behind like in football. She went down under their weight and crashed to the ground. She felt like the wind was knocked out of her lungs. As she struggled to recover and move, her arm with the crowbar was wrenched back. A sharp pain spread from her shoulder and she was forced to drop the crowbar. In seconds both her arms were pinned behind her back. Their weight was too much for her small body and she still struggled to even breathe. They pulled her up still holding her arms firmly behind her back. She tried to kick at them and struggled to get free. She never saw the fist coming and it cracked her jaw violently to the right. She immediately blacked out.
Lauren woke to find herself tied spread eagle across a table. Her hands and feet bound to the four legs over the edges of the table. Her pants were missing and only her panties remained to cover her pussy. Her shirt and bra were still intact. Her jaw ached something fierce. She could still feel all her teeth in place on that side of her jaw but they felt like they were loosened a bit. As she recovered her senses and looked around, the brothers noticed her movements too.
"Well, sleeping beauty is back among us," George said moving to the table.
"Let me go you bastard!" Lauren yelled.
"Yeah, right!" George said laughing and the brothers joined him.
"You asshole you nearly broke my jaw," Lauren stated.
"And you nearly broke my back!" the younger brother yelled.
"Shut the fuck up both of you!" George said.
"What are ya going to do to me?" Lauren asked.
"Why we're going to fuck the shit out of your pretty little white ass," George laughed.
"Please let me go. People will be looking for me!" Lauren stated.
"Who, Earl and Bubba? Ya think they care that much about your sorry white ass?" George joked.
"Yes," Lauren said hoping she was right.
"They're probably glad to see your scrawny white ass gone," He laughed.
Lauren started thinking about that. Would Bubba and Earl really care enough to go to the police or try to find her? Her thoughts worrying about this question were quickly lost though as George stepped to the table and reached for her shirt.