extreme rape

Bikers

“My father warned me not to come here,” Leslie said to her friend Becky as she walked towards the bar. The place had a terrible reputation and was well known as a hangout for a local biker gang. But it wasn’t like they had any real choice in the matter now though. Becky’s car was sitting a quarter mile down the road, it was getting darker by the minute and this was the only place open for a couple miles.

“All we’ll do is go in, use the phone to call daddy, and then leave. It’ll be OK,” Becky whispered to Sharon as they walked through the front door.


Looking quickly around the large central room, Leslie now knew why she had been warned away from the place. There had to be twenty guys all sitting around tables drinking, and none of them looked like they had showered for a week. As the two young girls walked into the room, all talking ceased and all eyes were on them.

“What can I help you ladies out with?” asked a man behind the bar.

Both girls were motionless and seemed to become frozen in their tracks.

The man at the bar asked again, “What do you girls need?”

One of the customers yelled out, “Maybe they’re too young to know what they want!”

Another yelled out, “Yeah, we ought to go ahead and give it to ‘em.”

The man behind the bar hollered for everyone to shut up and asked the girls a third time what they needed.

“Just to use the phone sir,” Becky squeaked out. “Our car broke down and we need to call my father.”

One of the customers, a large man wearing a typical biker outfit got up and walked over to the girls. “No need to call your daddy, we can fix anything that’s wrong,” he said harshly. “Ain’t that right?” The other customers all yelled back in agreement. “Why don’t you two ladies sit and relax while I send some guys down to get your car?”

“No thanks, mister, my dad will come get us,” Becky almost whispered.

“What the fuck’s wrong bitch,” one of the customer’s yelled. “You don’t fuckin’ trust us?”

The other customers heckled in agreement.

The large man standing next to the girls grabbed Becky’s arm and said, “Give me the fuckin’ keys. I told you we’d fix the goddamned thing.”

With that, he grabbed her keys from her hands and threw them across the room to another customer.

“Now just go sit the fuck down and relax.”

The man walked to the guy with the keys and told him to go get the car. When the man balked for a second, the larger man grabbed him by the hair and literally stood him up. Leslie thought the man’s hair was being ripped out by the roots.

“I told you to go get the fuckin’ car, now go,” the man roared and threw the man forward. The man stumbled out of the bar.

Leslie and Becky looked at each other quickly and then glanced at the bar. There was a small table sitting next to it with no guys at it. The two girls quickly moved towards it and sat down.

The man from before, obviously the leader, walked over to the girls and was quickly joined by most of the other men.

“What you two want to drink?” he demanded.

“Nothing, thanks,” Becky replied.

“When I offer you something to fuckin’ drink bitch, you fuckin’ drink it!” The tone of the man’s voice scared the two girls even more than they already were. “Get these two bitches a beer,” he roared.

The man behind the bar asked the girls their ages.

“17,” Becky answered.

“16,” Leslie whispered.

“Fuck,” the man at the bar answered, “I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ liquor license.” He then opened two Budweisers and handed them across the bar to the large man.

“Here,” the man said gruffly as he sat the beer down in front of the girls. “Drink them,” he demanded.

Neither girl mo 1000 ved.

“I said, fucking drink the fuckin’ beer bitch,” the man snarled as he grabbed Leslie by the hair and pulled her head back.

Both girls grabbed the cans in front of them. Each took a small sip.

“What the fuck is that,” one of the other men said, grabbing Becky’s can. He guzzled it down.

“Give the girls another beer,” the large man ordered. When he gave that new beer to Becky, he ordered her to drink it down quick and not to stop until it was empty.

Becky raised the can to her lips and closed her eyes. Swallowing as quickly as she could, she felt the cold beer pouring down her throat. Several times she was afraid she would gag but she managed to finish it.

“Jesus fuck,” one customer said. “What a fuckin’ bitch. You sure you’re only 17?”

Becky looked at Leslie helplessly.

“Now you,” the large man said to Leslie. “Fuckin’ drink it down bitch.”

Leslie took the can to her lips and swallowed a few hard times. She took the can away to take a breath.

With that the large man erupted. “Fuckin’ bitch. I told you to fuckin’ drink it.”

The man grabbed Leslie by the arm and pulled her away from the table. Becky tried to jump up but she felt several strong hands hold her down.

“You stupid bitch, when I fuckin’ tell you to do something, you fuckin’ do it,” the man roared.

Leslie had started to cry.

“Stop that fuckin’ crying or I’ll give you something to fuckin’ cry about bitch,” the man ordered. “Just shut the fuck up.”

With that, and without warning, the man reached down and with one motion ripped open Leslie’s blouse. The suddenness of his action caught her completely off guard and she stood there motionless. With his other hand he crudely yanked at the front clasp of her bra and with one more motion ripped it completely off her body, exposing her young breasts. Leslie screamed and tried to cover herself.

“I told you to shut the fuck up bitch,” the man yelled and slapped her sharply across the face. “If you don’t fuckin’ shut up I swear I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Again Becky tried to stand but was again forced back down into her seat. “Just relax and enjoy bitch,” one man said to her. She felt hands slowly running over the front of her blouse and the men held her hands tight against the table.

The force of the man’s blow had knocked Leslie down to the floor where she lay half-sobbing, attempting to cover herself.

“Get the fuck up bitch,” the man demanded and extended his hand. Leslie lay there staring at him. Reaching down, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet in one motion. He immediately bent her arms back and forced her to her knees. Becky watched from across the room as the man quickly unzipped his fly and pulled his penis from his pants.

“Put it in your mouth bitch,” he demanded as he slapped Leslie on the cheek with it. “Open your fuckin’ mouth.”

Leslie had jerked a guy off once in the backseat of his car and that guy had tried to get her to do this but she had refused. Now, sobbing, she closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth wide, hoping to avoid contact with the thing now sliding in over her lips.

“Not so fucking wide bitch,” the man roared as he grabbed the back of her head and slammed it against him, sending his cock to the back of her throat. Leslie gagged violently but the man held her head in place. “And don’t fuckin’ bite either or I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

By now about half of the men there had gathered around the two figures and had taken hold of Leslie’s arms while the man continued to force her head back and forth over his cock. Becky watched in terror from her seat across the room, almost not conscious of the hands that roamed over her body.

“That’s it bitch, suck on it. You’re doin’ fuckin’ good,” the man told Leslie. She felt hands squeezing and pinching her breasts as the man continued pounding her mouth with his cock. Her jaws began to ache 1000 and the smell of the man’s crotch was almost overwhelming. Suddenly, the man stopped and let his cock slip from her lips.

“Take her fuckin’ pants off,” he demanded of the others.

Leslie felt herself violently taken and stripped. She quickly stood naked in front of the men her chest heaving with sobs.

“Please Mister, just let us go,” Becky pleaded. “We won’t tell anyone what happened. Just don’t hurt us.”

The large man glared over at her. “Ain’t nobody gonna get fuckin’ hurt bitch. We’re just havin’ fun. And, what the fuck, you won’t be missing out on any of it anyway.”

The man’s words stung her like rocks.

Leslie was easily picked up and carried to a nearby where she was laid spread-eagle. Her arms and legs were both held outstretched and she felt hands roaming across her entire body. Her breasts and nipples were pinched and roughly squeezed and she felt a new sensation. Hands were roaming between her legs and feeling between the cheeks of her ass.

She glanced forward and saw the large man step between her legs. Feeling his cock between her legs she began to scream but the sound was quickly choked off by a hand over her mouth. She tried to bite but was unsuccessful.

The large man pressed his cock against her and quickly entered her to the hilt. The hand across her mouth held back her muffled scream of pain. The man began plunging himself into her and each movement was a mix of horror and pain to her. Within a few seconds, Leslie felt the man tense and moan and felt him contract within her.

No sooner had the man withdrawn from her than another man took his place between her legs. Again, Leslie felt a cock shoved roughly into her. At almost the same time, another man climbed onto the table and knelt over her chest, his cock aiming straight for her face. He forced himself into her mouth causing her to gag. She tried to move her head away to one side and then another but hands kept her motionless.

The man between her legs spent himself and was replaced by yet another man. The pain she had felt with the first man was being replaced by a sore ache now and dryness was quickly being replaced by a squishy, moist feeling.

Suddenly, the man on her chest tensed and grabbed her head tightly. Leslie felt the man’s cock spasm and the man pushed deeply into her mouth, nearly touching her throat with the head of his cock. As he then pulled forward, she felt another spasm and a thick salty fluid filled the back of her throat. Again she gagged but the man kept plunging himself in and out of her mouth. Finally, he withdrew and wiped the head of his cock across her face leaving a small blob of sperm on her cheek. Leslie began to gag uncontrollably and found herself falling faint to the floor.

Attention now turned to Becky who sat sobbing. Two men had stayed with her and had removed her top. As they sat there, each holding one of Becky’s arms, they had continually pinched, squeezed and felt Becky’s breasts until they ached to the touch.

The large man slowly walked up to Becky and grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet. Kissing her, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. The taste of stale beer and cigarette smoke made her choke but the man held her firm to him. She attempted to kick in self defense as she felt her jeans being pulled off of her, only to have her air knocked out of her by a fist to her midsection. She dropped to her knees.

Kneeling there naked, trying to catch her breathe, she was aware of at least six men standing around her, most of them with their cocks standing out straight. Someone grabbed her arms and pulled them tight behind her as one of the men shoved his cock at her face.

“Open your fuckin’ mouth, bitch,” someone yelled as Becky felt a hand yank down on her chin. As her mouth opened, a cock was quickly inserted to the back of her throat, making her gag. After only a few seconds her arms were released and she was pushed forward onto all fours. Held t e3d here and unable to move, she felt a cock being slammed into her from the rear, again taking her air away from the sudden, intense pain.

At the same time, someone grabbed her hair, pulling her head back until Becky thought her hair would come out by the roots. Someone shoved a cock into her face and across her mouth.

“Fuck her, man, fuck her,” someone screamed. And all the men joined in laughter.

Becky tried to put her mind elsewhere and away from what was going on but the hands across her body, the pain from her hair pulling, and the constant slapping of a cock into her were too much to put out. The man fucking her came inside of her and pulled out. Becky felt a sudden coolness where before there was only burning.

The momentary relief was only that though, as she felt a cock now pressed hard against her asshole.

“I’m going to give you something to remember, bitch,” a voice said from behind.

“Oh fuck, man, he’s gonna fuck her up the ass,” another voice chimed in.

“Hold her fuckin’ still,” the voice behind her yelled.

Becky found her arms being pulled out from under her and her upper body slammed against the floor. At the same time, the man behind her pressed ever harder against her ass.

“Fuck man, at least make it wet!” a man exclaimed from above her.

“Please no, please,” Becky pleaded. Her request was answered with a hard slap on the ass.

“Fuck bitch, just relax and enjoy it,” the man behind her said.

With one massive push, Becky felt her sphincter break against the cock’s forced entry. She screamed in agony with the sudden invasion. Quickly the man buried himself in her ass. Every move he made caused intense pain and after the initial scream, Becky’s mouth was held tightly covered by someone’s hand.

The man continued to rock back and forth inside of her, each movement tearing at Becky’s insides until the pain intensified beyond belief. Becky felt the man slam hard into her and jerk. His movements stopped and the pain eased for a moment. As the man slowly withdrew, Becky heard the sound of the vacuum that had been created inside of her bowels and she felt his cum slowly ooze out of her ass.

Becky was picked up and carried over to the table and

laid down next to her girlfriend who had regained

consciousness and was crying quietly. Becky felt that she

was in a dreamland, everything now moved in a surreal

setting.

She felt one man after another mount her until her

entire lower body became numb. Looking to her left she saw

that Leslie was living the same fate. She gazed as if in a

dream at a man shooting across Leslie’s face and then rubbing

it into her skin. Leslie’s hair lay slicked back from the

combination of sweat and sperm that covered it.

Finally, it seemed to be over. The men had stopped

assaulting the girls and left them laying on the table alone.

Looking next to her, Becky realized that Leslie had lost

consciousness and lay limp next to her. She was suddenly

tired and unable to move. She closed her eyes and heard

voices that seemed to be coming from far away.

“What the fuck we gonna do now?”

“Kill the bitches.”

“Fuck, we could keep ‘em here for a while.”

“Yeah, it’d be a shame to lose good young meat like

that!”

“Right, and fuck, we’d end up fuckin’ in prison for the

rest of our lives. We fuckin’ gotta get rid of them.”

Becky found herself drifting into unconsciousness and

darkness, unable to concentrate further.
BIKERS 2

Becky opened her eyes to darkness. Her entire body ached

and, to her dread, she was unable to move. Her arms and legs had

been tied tightly to the sides of some sort of platform and some

sort of strap held her forehead tightly against the same wooden

boards. Her mouth was taped shut and she found it hard to

breathe. It was cold and damp and the young girl suddenly

realized she was laying there naked.

The thoughts of her horrible experience came flooding back

to her and she began to cry, making it harder still for her to

breathe. She gasped for air through her nose, making snorting

sounds as she tried to get oxygen into her body.

She jerked as she felt something move against her until she

realized that there was another arm pressed tightly against her

own. A very muffled voice attempted to make a sound, without

success. Becky assumed that she lay there next to her friend

Leslie. Somehow the knowledge that she was not alone gave her

some slight comfort.

The two girls lay there struggling to free themselves for a

time that passed slowly. The cords that bound them to the

platform cut into their skin, Leslie had long since lost the

feeling in her lower legs. It was not long before both simply

lay there limp, unable to struggle any longer.

After what seemed like hours, the girls heard a door swing

open. A bright light flooded the room and, as their eyes

adjusted, they saw two of the men from the bar standing over

them.

“So, you two bitches are awake,” one of the men said. “It’s

about fucking time.”

“All ready for another fuck?” the other man asked as he

looked down at Leslie. She felt his hand slide up between her

legs and rub at her bared crotch.

“Let ‘er alone for now man,” the first man said. “Be plenty

of that shit later.”

“Yeah, fuck, I guess so,” the man over Leslie said. With

that he moved his hand from her crotch to her left breast,

roughly pinching and twisting the nipple. Leslie squirmed in

pain and pleaded with her eyes.

The two men loosened the straps binding the girls heads

first, then their arms and legs. Both girls just lay there

limply as they did so. A searing pain struck Becky as she tried

to move her body, every joint was on fire.

Each girl was grabbed by the hand and pulled roughly to

their feet. Both cried out sharply as their arms and legs were

finally receiving fresh blood flow.

Becky gasped as she looked at Leslie. The young girls hair

was matted and her face was smeared with a mixture of blood and

dirt. Her right eye was swollen almost shut. There were tiny

scratches and bruises all over her chest and legs.

The two men pushed the girls out of the closet and into a

fairly large open room that was furnished with a couple beds, a

table and chairs, and a television. In the far corner, there was

a large assortment of video equipment, including cameras.

Several men sat at the table drinking beer and playing cards.

“Get ‘em cleaned up.”

Becky recognized the man as the large man from the bar.

Leslie attempted to speak and her voice came out in dry

scratches. “Where are we?”

The men ignored her.

The two girls looked at each other and felt themselves

pushed towards a door at the far end of the room.

The door was pushed open and Becky felt the warm sun beat

down on her. Out here, there were five more men along with three

women sitting on steps and a few beach chairs. Again, Becky

recognized the men from the bar. She looked pleadingly at one of

the women, a young girl probably not a lot older than Becky

herself.

“Please help us,” Becky pleaded. A few of the men laughed.

“Sure hon,” the biker girl said. “I’ll help you.” With that

she walked over to Becky and slid her hand tightly between

Becky’s legs. “I’ll help you come!”

Becky pushed the girl’s hand away as the men laughed

heartily.

Looking around, Leslie saw that they were on the front porch

of a fairly large old, run down, farmhouse. The front yard was

nothing but dirt and there was a graded dirt road running in

front of it. Glancing both ways, the road disappeared in each

direction into deep woods.

“Don’t even fucking think of running away, cause we’ll

fucking kill and eat you if you do,” one of the men said gruffly.

Becky and Leslie fully believed him.

Pushed off the porch, the two men half pulled, half dragged

the two girls to the middle of the dirt yard. Pulling down, the

men ordered the two girls to stay there and then began to walk

away. Only moments later, Becky felt the sting of hard, cool

water spraying over her. Two of the biker girls were spraying

them with a garden hose. The nozzles of the hoses had been turned

to full force. The two biker girls seemed to enjoy searing the

spray into Becky’s and Leslie’s breasts and crotches. The two

young girls were unable to fully protect themselves from the

unmerciful spray.

After a few minutes of watching their two captives

attempting to cover themselves against the stinging water, the two

biker girls reduced the force of the water to a fine mist.

“Now clean yourselves up,” one of the men yelled from the

porch. “Get yourselves clean real good.”

The sudden change in the water force took both girls by

surprise. The cool water now trickling down their bodies felt

wonderful.

“I said, fuckin’ clean yourselves,” the voice rang out again.

One of the men stood up and took his shirt off as he walked

towards the two girls.

“Either you two do it or I’ll fuckin’ come over there and do

it for you.”

Quickly, the girls began rubbing their bodies clean with the

water spraying against them. In only a few seconds, the water was

again directed forcefully against them, stinging their skin but

effectively removing all the dirt and grime that had previously

covered their bodies.

The water shut off and the original two men walked to the

girls and grabbed them each by an arm pulling them roughly back

into the house. The men playing cards at the table glanced up and

them.

“You look fuckin’ good again,” one of them said.

“Yeah, y’all ready to fuck again?”

The large man from the bar stood up. “Hey bitches,” he

yelled. “Get the fuck in here.”

Almost immediately, the three biker girls were inside.

“Take one of these two and get her lookin’ pretty. I want

this to look good.”

With that, one of the three biker girls grabbed Leslie by the

arm and pulled her towards another room. Becky attempted to go

with them but was pulled back by the two men still standing with

her.

“Ain’t your fuckin’ turn yet bitch,” one of them said.

The large man walked towards Becky.

“Listen bitch, you and your friend are going to make us a lot

of money. There are people out there that will pay a fuckin’ ton

for fresh young meat like you two. So unless you want to end up

fuckin’ eatin’ fish shit at the bottom of some lake, you better

behave and do what I tell you. That clear?”

Becky shook her head tentatively.

“Good,” He motioned to the two men still standing there.

“Take her into the kitchen and get her something to eat and

drink.”

“Can I use the bathroom,” Becky asked quietly.

“Yeah, what the fuck,” the leader said. “It’s over there.”

He motioned towards a door across the room.

Becky walked slowly towards it.

“Just don’t take all fuckin’ day bitch.”

A strong, putrid stench escaped when Becky opened the door.

The one window in the room had been boarded over and there was no

light. Becky looked at the toilet in the dark room. It was

covered with scum and what appeared to be years of abuse.

Squatting above it and careful not to let it touch her skin,

she peed. With that release, a stabbing pain made itself known

that traveled from her asshole to her cunt. She wondered if and

hoped that nothing had been torn in the rough attack that had

occurred. It occurred to her that this was the first time she had

relieved herself in a long time. She wondered what day it was and

what time it was.

The door suddenly swinging open brought her back to the

present. “Get fuckin’ done bitch,” the man at the door demanded.

Becky stood up allowing the remnants of her urine to drip

onto the floor.

The man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her through the

main room and into a small kitchen. Pushing her down into a

chair, he slapped a bowl in front of her filled with what appeared

to be corn flakes and milk.

“Eat,” was all the man said.

“I’m not hungry,” Becky replied. Which was only half true.

She just didn’t think she could eat anything now, the thought of

it made her nauseous.

“What the fuck, I don’t give a shit,” the man replied. “You

want somethin’ to drink?”

“OK,” Becky replied quietly.

The man opened a dirty refrigerator and pulled out a can of

Budweiser. Pulling open the tab, he took a quick drink himself

before handing the can to Becky.

The coldness of the beer felt soothing as it drained down

Becky’s throat. She held the cold can against her forehead.

“What are you all going to do to us,” she asked the man.

“Fuck, bitch. Just don’t fuckin’ worry about it. You heard

Devil, you’re worth a fuckin’ lot of money to us. All that’s

gonna fuckin’ happen is that you are gonna be in a fuckin’ movie

and that’s it.”

“Are you going to let us go, I mean, afterwards?”

“Sure bitch, you don’t think we’re gonna face fuckin’ murder

raps do you? Now just shut the fuck up and drink the beer.”

Becky took another drink.

The kitchen door swung open. “Get the bitch in here,” the

man at the door said. With that, Becky was again grabbed and

pushed into the larger room.

“Tie her to the fuckin’ chair and gag her,” the large man

ordered.

Becky was shoved roughly onto a chair that had been moved to

a wall. Her arms and legs were tightly bound to the sides of the

chair and a dirty piece of cloth was shoved into her mouth,

covered with a piece of duct tape.

As the man was finishing putting the tape across her mouth

Becky saw Leslie being led back into the room. The image that

she saw almost took her breath away. Leslie had chains draped

across her neck and her hands were tied with straps behind her

back. Her face had a thick coating of make up on, in an attempt

to hide the grossly blackened eye. Their eyes met. Becky wanted

to run to her friends aid but she was completely unable to move.

The leader walked towards Leslie and gently stroker her hair.

“What’s

your name,” he asked of her. Suddenly his voice was non-

threatening, almost

kind.

“Leslie,” she answered softly.

“Ok Leslie, if you’re good, and you last a while, there are

people out

there who’ll pay fifty, sixty thousand to see it.”

The man’s words stabbed at both girls. What did he mean, “if

you last a

while?” Becky struggled uselessly against her ropes.

A man handed the leader an instant camera and the leader

stepped back.

Aiming the camera, he clicked. A photo popped out. Another

click, another

photo. Leslie stood there motionless as the man moved around her

taking

pictures.

Meanwhile, Becky watched other men setting up lights facing

Leslie and

unpacking video cameras. Across the room, Becky saw the three

biker girls

standing at a small table. She cringed when she recognized what

was on the

table top. Drugs and needles. One of the girl was filling

several needles up

with some sort of liquid.

“OK, you guys ready yet,” the leader asked the men behind

him.

Quickly bringing the video cameras to their shoulders, both

men quickly

motioned yes.

“Leslie, stand up against the wall,” he said as he took her

by the arm

and stood her flat against the wall.

“OK, start the cameras.” Becky watched the scene as if it

were already

on film and she was watching TV.

The large man stepped back out of camera range and spoke.

“OK, young lady,” his voice had now taken something of an

announcer’s.

Clear and very deep. “What is your name?”

Leslie looked terrified as she stared into the cameras.

“What is your name?” the man repeated.

“Leslie,” she replied softly.

“You’ll need to speak up,” the man insisted.

“Leslie,” she again replied, this time a tiny bit louder.

Again she

began to softly cry.

“How old are you Leslie?”

“Sixteen.”

“A little louder Leslie.”

“Sixteen,” she repeated. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

“Ok, cut the cameras for a minute,” the man said as he walked

towards Leslie. “Kneel down,” he said as he took her by the arm.

“OK, I want a close up of this, make sure you keep my face

out of the picture.” With that, he undid his pants and let them

fall to the ground. His cock was standing a full erection.

“Leslie, take my cock in your mouth now.”

The young girl burst into full sobs and looked away.

“Listen Leslie, we can either do this real nice and easy or

we can make tough on you and your friend. Now which is it?”

Leslie continued to sob and look away.

“OK,” the man said towards one of the men standing next to

Becky. “Burn her.”

The leader grabbed Leslie’s head and forced it to look at

Becky. Becky tried again to escape her ropes, again in vain.

Becky saw the man come towards her and light a cigarette. Fear

filled every pore in her body.

Leslie realized what was about to happen. “No,” she cried

out. “Don’t do it, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“A little late for that Leslie,” the man replied. “Just

remember this next time I tell you to do something.”

With that, the man standing in front of Becky took the

cigarette from his mouth and placed the lit end against Becky’s

right breast, just below the nipple. Muffled screams came from

the taped mouth and tears streamed from the horrified eyes. The

man left the cigarette against her skin for about five seconds

before removing it and replacing it in his mouth, puffing deeply

and blowing the smoke into Becky’s face.

“You guys get that on film?” the leader inquired. Again they

motioned that they had.

“Now Leslie,” the leader returned his attention to her. “You

ready again?”

Leslie was crying and could not stop shaking. “Yes,” she

said weakly as she looked up at the large man’s face.

“OK, now,” he said. “Put my cock in your mouth.”

Leslie leaned forward and let the man’s cock slide into her

mouth. It tasted salty and, as the night before, smelled grossly

putrid. She gagged but kept her head steady.

“Get it on tape,” the leader ordered.

Taking the back of Leslie’s head in his hands, the man

started fucking Leslie’s mouth. Leslie’s nose was clogged from

her tears as he did, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Becky closed her eyes to the scene but was unable to block out the

sounds of her friends gagging and choking.

After a few minutes, the man started pumping harder and

harder intl Leslie’s mouth. It was obvious that he was on the

verge of coming. Leslie felt his cock slamming into her mouth

and, with each inward motion, she felt herself involuntarily gag.

Finally, the man pulled himself from her and shot a milky stream

across her face. As he stood in front of her, still holding her

head in his hand, he milked the remaining drops from his cock and

wiped it across her lips.

“Great,” he said. “You get all of it on tape?”

The men motioned that they had.

“OK then, clean ‘er up and lets get ready again,” the man

said as he pulled his pants back up and walked over to the table

where the drugs were.

One of the biker girls walked over to Leslie and, with a damp

cloth, wiped the sticky sperm from her face. The cloth felt

coarse against Leslie’s skin and she cringed when the girl brushed

against her swollen eye.

Becky watched intently as the leader picked up something from

the table and walked back over to Leslie. She again cringed when

she saw exactly what it was he was holding. He had a set of

piercing needles, the same kind they used at the ear piercing

studio in the mall.

“OK, get her up,” he ordered the biker girl with the cloth.

The girl helped Becky to her feet.

Two men came from the side wall and threw a thin rope up to

the ceiling and over an exposed beam. Tying one end to the strap

holding Leslie’s arms together behind her back, they pulled the

other end tightly. With that, Leslie’s arms were pulled backwards

and up, forcing her body forward at the waist. Again Becky closed

her eyes to the scene in front of her.

Leslie felt as though her arms were breaking at the shoulder.

Searing pain shot up from her back and shoulders.

“Please,” she cried, “You’re breaking my arms. Please stop.”

Her voice was pleading.

“You gettin’ this on film?” the leader asked as he looked at

one of the men with a camera. The man motioned again that he was.

“You’re doing good Leslie, keep it goin’,” the man said towards

the straining girl. The men pulled the rope even tighter.

Leslie screamed in agony causing Becky to jump in her seat.

Opening her eyes, Becky saw her friend bent forward at almost

a ninety degree angle with her arms pulled impossibly upwards.

Leslie’s hair was draped across her face as she was forced to look

down. Becky watched as the two cameramen moved quickly and

silently around the bent young girl, carefully recording every

sound and movement.

The leader moved back to Leslie’s side and pulled her hair

away from her face. Becky stared at it. At first she could

barely recognize her friend. Her face was distorted into a mass

of agony. Becky again closed her eyes.

Leslie was still conscious but just barely. Almost

impossible to breathe, her crying had stopped. Her shoulders

ached and every slight involuntary move brought new agony to her

body.

The leader now lay Leslie’s hair to one side of her face and

let it fall across. The two cameramen continued to photograph the

scene. Kneeling down, the leader took Leslie’s left breast into

his hand. Squeezing it slowly, he let his fingers knead the soft

flesh, inching his hand forward until he held the nipple in his

fingers. He slowly and deliberatly twisted the pink tissue,

evoking new screams of pain from the young girl.

The man quickly brought the piercing instrument he was

holding to the now protruding nipple and deftly the skin into the

device. Snapping a trigger, the gadget’s needles quickly pierced

the skin. Again, Leslie screamed in torment.

The man stood back up as the camera’s continued to record.

Placing a small ring into the device, he knelt back down next to

the girl. Again taking her breast in his hand, he squeezed up

towards the tip, forcing a few drops of blood to spill from the

pierced tip. Placing the nipple again into the instrument, he

against pressed a trigger. The ring impaled itself through the

sensitive skin.

With that agony, Leslie felt herself fade into unconsciousness.

The man quickly brought the piercing instrument he was

holding to the now protruding nipple and deftly the skin into the

device. Snapping a trigger, the gadget’s needles quickly pierced

the skin. Again, Leslie screamed in torment.

The man stood back up as the camera’s continued to record.

Placing a small ring into the device, he knelt back down next to

the girl. Again taking her breast in his hand, he squeezed up

towards the tip, forcing a few drops of blood to spill from the

pierced tip. Placing the nipple again into the instrument, he

against pressed a trigger. The ring impaled itself through the

sensitive skin.

With that agony, Leslie screamed and faded into

unconsciousness.
BIKERS 3

Becky opened here eyes to see her friend hanging limply from

the straps. Her arms were bent up and back at impossible angles

and Becky could not understand how they were not breaking. The

large man walked casually to the wall opposite Becky and released

the straps holding her friend up. Leslie collapsed on the floor

in a heap.

Walking back to Becky, he stood over her, glaring down into

her eyes.

“You ready for your turn bitch?” he asked.

Becky simply sat and stared, fear in her eyes.

“I didn’t think so. Fuck, you ain’t seen shit yet. This film

is gonna make me a fuckin’ millionaire before it’s over. You

should be proud of your bitch over there,” he said, motioning

towards Leslie. “She’s gonna be the fuckin’ sweetheart of a

million jerkoffs who like this shit.”

With that, the large man walked back to Leslie and nudged her

with his foot.

“Wake up bitch,” he muttered to her. With that, he motioned

to the man kneeling next to Becky. “Get her the fuck out of here,

and don’t fuck her either.”

Becky felt the man undo the tape holding her arms and hands in

place. Pulled to her feet, she was led to the room that she had

awakened in earlier that same day. The man shoved her as she

entered the room, sending her sprawling on the floor.

Immediately, the door slammed shut behind her and she was in

darkness.

As she lay on the cold floor, she heard the voices and sounds

coming from the other room and she began to cry.

Laying there, Becky heard the unmistakable voice of the large

man that she had come to hate.

“Get the bitch up.”

Sounds of moaning coming from her friend, plea’s of “no,

please, no more.”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch. Get the fuckin’ camera’s going

again.”

Silence for a few seconds.

“Ok, get me fuckin’ her against the table, just make fuckin’

damned sure you don’t get my face.”

Again, sound’s of cries and moans coming from her friend.

Every once in a while, the sound of Leslie’s voice would die down

but Becky would hear a sharp crack, the sound of a hand or fist

hitting bare skin, or tell the man had cause new pain to be

inflicted. Leslie would scream once again and start to moan.

Occasionally, the man would instruct the cameramen to stop filming

while he moved the young girl to a new position. They would stop

for a few seconds, then restart to new sounds of terror coming

from Leslie.

Becky covered her ears with her hands, closed her eyes, and

cried. Cried more deeply than she had ever before in her life.

Cried herself to sleep with Leslie’s muffled screams piercing the

air.

Becky’s sleep was interupted when the door swung open and

Leslie was roughly shoved into the room. A light suddenly flooded

the room, there were overhead lights on, apparently controlled

from the room outside. Becky could not believe the sight in front

of her.

Leslie had taken a fetal position on the floor and was simply

staring into nothingness. Her face was scratched and her injured

eye was completely swollen shut. Dried blood covered her chin

from where her mouth had bled. The skin and nipple of her right

breast was swollen half again it’s normal size from the piercing

and on her buttocks was evidence of cigarette burns.

From the room outside, Becky heard laughter and loud talk as

the men watched the video they had just made. She moved over next

to her friend.

Leslie jumped as Becky touched her. Trying to calm her, Becky

took Leslie’s head in her lap and stroked her hair. Leslie said

nothing, simply laying there shaking and cold. Becky held her

softly and the two girls sat in silence.

The laughter and talk from the other room finally died down

and Becky assumed that the biker’s had decided to rest for a

while. Quietly she stood up and walked to the door. Placing her

ear against it, she listened for any telltale sounds. Nothing.

She thought maybe they had left, maybe they had all they wanted.

She softly tried the door, locked. Looking around the room, this

was the only way out.

Looking back at the girl laying on the floor, Becky was glad

to see that Leslie had fallen asleep. She began to hear muffled

sounds coming from the other room that told her she wasn’t alone.

The sounds grew somewhat in intensity and it became obvious the

group was having sex of some kind. She went back over to her young

friend and lay down next to her, carefully wrapping her arm around

the sleeping figure. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep.

Becky awoke to a boot poking her between the legs and a man

standing over her. She jumped to her feet, realizing that she and

the man were alone in the room.

“Where’s Leslie? What have you done with her?”

“Fuck you bitch,” was the reply as the man grabbed her by the

arm and led her out the door.

“Please let us go,” Becky pleaded. “We won’t tell anyone what

happened. Please.”

The room was again filled with the same bikers from the

previous time along with five or six other men and several other

women. All stared at Becky as she was led into the room. Becky

saw Leslie, laying on a bed with her wrists tied to the headboard.

“What are you going to do to her?” Becky demanded. “Haven’t

you done enough?”

The leader walked over to Becky as two other men taped her

arms down to a chair.

“Bitch, we have a fuckin’ failure to communicate here,” he

mouthed as he fingered through her hair. “You two fuckin’ bitches

belong to me, understand. What the fuck I do with you is up to

me. Now, fuck, we’re makin’ a fuckin’ slash film but you prolly

ain’t never fuckin’ heard of that before in your nice fuckin’

house with your nice fuckin’ daddy.”

Becky felt herself again shaking as she stared at the large

man.

“You friend is fuckin’ dead meat bitch. And we’re gonna film

you watchin’ it, understand?”

Becky felt her body go cold, she suddenly understood what was

happening. She looked over at her friend who lay motionless on

the bed, staring at the wall across from her. She looked totally

helpless and defenseless, and suddenly even younger than she was.

“Bitch,” the man continued, “Kiss your friend’s ass goodbye.”

And with that Becky’s mouth was taped shut.

“Keep a camera on her,” the man said, pointing at Becky. I

want to be seein’ her eyes.

The man walked back over to Leslie who jumped when he touched

her but otherwise made no sound or move. The man slowly stroked

her face but got no movement from her eyes.

“What a fuckin’ waste,” he muttered as he motioned the men to

start filming. Looking over at two of the biker girls, he ordered

them to give him a needle hit, some good uppers.

Quickly the girls brought him a needle filled with a pink

liquid. Becky watched at the man took Leslie’s arm and in a quick

motion injected the fluid into her veins. Leslie groaned a bit

but then almost immediately began to shake. Her eyes took a new

life and she seemed to become more alert.

“No,” she screamed in a piercing voice. “No, please, no

more.”

“Good,” the man muttered as he began to disrobe. Leslie

looked over at Becky and their eyes met. Becky just shook her

head from side to side slowly.

The large man, now naked, walked to Leslie and roughly spread

her legs apart. Laying down between them, his cock quickly grew

hard. Without hesitation, he plunged himself into her. Becky

heard the air escape from Leslie’s lungs and another scream

penetrate the silence.

“Move your fuckin’ ass,” the man demanded of Leslie. She

stared back at his face, not moving.

The man grabbed the ring that was impale on her breast and

twisted it roughly. Leslie screamed in agony as Becky saw a few

drops of blood appear on her nipple again.

“Now move your fuckin’ ass bitch,” the man ordered again.

Crying, Leslie obeyed, moving with his thrusts. After only a few

moments, the man’s movements picked up speed. He made a few

grunts and, slamming himself into the young girl, came.

Quickly he dislodged himself and got up, his cock shining.

“Next,” he ordered motioning across the room to the other men.

One of the men moved silently across to Leslie and let his pants

drop to the floor. Mounting her, he quickly entered her.

Again the large man ordered her to keep moving and, anytime

she stopped, the man would again twist the nipple ring. The scene

was continued, man after man. Becky watched in disbelief as the

second man got up and a third man got on, then a fourth and a

fifth. By this time, when a man disloged himself from the young

girl, creamy white liquid would plop out with him and drip down

Leslie’s thighs. But the men kept coming.

Becky glanced around the room, she counted nine men. Each

took his turn on Leslie. She closed her eyes to the scene until

the last man had had his turn.

Leslie lay on the bed shaking violently and crying. “Please,

no more, please,” she begged. Becky could do nothing but sit and

stare at her.

“Fuck bitch, you still horny?” the large man asked as he stood

over her. Motioning to one of the biker girls, he ordered her to

clean the cum up from the young girl.

The biker girl quickly walked over to Leslie and roughly

spread her legs over. Using a dish towel, the biker girl wiped

the fluids from Leslie’s legs and stomach. Then, as Becky watched

on, the girl spread the lips of Leslie’s vagina and inserted a

finger wrapped in the dish towel. The dryness and roughness of

the towel and this new violation made the young girl scream again.

Working her finger up and into Leslie, the girl looked to the

leader for approval. He looked down and said nothing.

As the biker girl moved away from Leslie, Becky got a view of

Leslie’s crotch. Her vagina lips were swollen and blood red. Her

entire middle body appeared bruised and sore, with scratches

covering her upper legs and abdomen.

No sooner than all of this took place than the leader ordered

two men to turn the young girl over. Leslie struggled weakly with

them as they did. Becky realized that her friend had had nothing

to eat or drink in over 24 hours and the consistant abuse was

taking a terrible toll.

Turned on her stomach, Leslie continued to struggle with the

ropes that held her to the headboard. The leader walked behind

her and motioned to one of the biker girls.

“Get me the grease,” he ordered.

The girl left the room momentarily and then returned carrying

a can of Crisco. She handed it to the man who immediately dug his

hand into it as far as the can would allow. Pulling it out, it

was thick with the shortening.

“OK, start filming again,” he said as he walked back to where

Leslie lay.

Roughly, he pulled the young girl’s hips and legs up to a

doggy style position. As he did so, another man shoved pillows

under her stomach.

“I can’t believe you’re still horny, bitch,” he said for the

camera. “After all the fuckin’ you’ve done, I’da thought you’d

had enough.”

“Please, no more,” Leslie pleaded.

Becky watched at the large man knelt behind her friend.

Spreading her buttock cheeks with his left hand, he let his right

index finger slide up and down the crack of Leslie’s ass. Leslie

continued to plead with him to stop.

Suddenly and without warning, Becky saw the man shove his

finger into Leslie’s ass up to the knuckle. Her friend screamed

in pain. Slowly he began to work his finger out and then back

into her, each movement causing new misery.

“Please stop it,” Becky pleaded with the man. “Please do me

instead, let her alone.”

Next to Becky, a man said in a soft whisper, “You’ll have your

turn bitch, just relax.” The tone of the man’s voice made her

shudder as much as what he said.

Becky watched as the leader removed his finger from Leslie’s

ass with a plopping sound. As he made a fist, Becky screamed at

him, “No!”, but the man ignored her. Glancing towards the

camera’s the man smiled, pulled his fist back and let it slam

against the young girl’s ass. Leslie jumped as the fist smacked

onto her skin but made no sound.

The man looked over at the cameramen with something of a

confused look. Again he pulled his arm back and let it slam into

the young girl’s buttocks. Again, it simply hit against the skin.

“Fuck, man,” the man muttered as he opened his hand and placed

four fingers against Leslie’s puckered hole. “Hold on bitch, I’m

takin’ you for a fuckin’ ride,” he said, he worked to insert his

hand into her anus.

Leslie squirmed and pleaded with the man to stop but that

seemed only to push him on. It only took a few seconds before

Becky saw that the man’s hand had disappeared into her friend up

the his thumb which stuck out to the side. He roughly slammed his

hand again and again into her rectum.

As the man withdrew his hand, Becky saw her friend relax her

body a little. Her pleading had stopped and again, she was

staring at the wall across from her.

The man wasted no time however. Again making a fist, he

slammed it against Leslie’s ass. This time, her body gave way and

the man was immediately impaled inside of her. The young girl

gave a violent scream, louder and longer than any Becky had yet

heard. Her body then went limp.

“Shoot her up again,” the man said. “I fuckin’ want her

awake.”

Quickly, one of the biker girls moved to Leslie’s arm and

injected the same pink fluid. And again, almost immediately,

Leslie regained consciousness. Her breathing was labored and she

was white as a ghost as the man grabbed her hair with his free

left hand and pulled her head back. However, no sound came from

her body. Her eyes were open but Becky wondered if she was really

aware of what was going on.

Her questions were answered as the man violently plowed his

impaled fist further into Leslie’s body. His arm disappeared up

to the middle of his forearm and Becky wondered how her friend was

absorbing so much of him. Leslie screamed in torment and again

pleaded with the man to stop. Becky saw a trickle of blood appear

at her friend’s ass and run down her crotch.

The man did not stop but continued to push further and further

into Leslie who was screaming in agony. Finally, his arm was

inserted to his elbow. It simply would not go in any further.

Slowly, the man began to pull his arm out. As he did, Becky

could see the skin of her friend’s ass giving way and that blood

was mixing with the white grease and the brown shit that hung

to the man’s arm. Her friend had turned from pale white to beet

red and Becky saw the young girl’s abdomen becoming a deep purple

in color.

“Please stop, you’re killing her,” Becky pleaded.

The leader glanced over at Becky and kind of snarled. “Fuck

bitch, first thing you got right today.” He then turned his

attention back to the whimpering girl under him.

As his arm withdrew to the wrist, he again pulled the girl’s

hair back so that her head was bent almost straight up. Becky

could hear that the girl could barely breathe in this position and

watched helplessly as the man again plunged his arm deep into her

bowels. No sound came from Leslie and Becky was afraid she was

suffocating.

This time when the man pulled back, he pulled his arm

completely from the girl’s body. Becky could not believe the

sight of Leslie’s anus. What had been a small, puckered opening,

had become a gaping hole. Even with the man’s fist out, the

cavity was open to about the size of a half-dollar, with blood and

feces mixed dripping out.

Leslie lay with her head turned toward’s Becky, her eyes still

open but not moving. Becky could hear her labored breathing and

realized that she was, indeed, dying.

This time when the man pulled back, he pulled his arm

completely from the girl’s body. Becky could not believe the

sight of Leslie’s anus. What had been a small, puckered opening,

had become a gaping hole. Even with the man’s fist out, the

cavity was open to about the size of a half-dollar, with blood and

feces mixed dripping out.

Leslie lay with her head turned toward’s Becky, her eyes still

open but not moving. Becky could hear her labored breathing and

realized that she was, indeed, dying.
BIKERS 4

The leader got up from behind Leslie and walked slowly into

the bathroom. Becky became aware that no one in the room had

spoken during this entire exhibition and, even now, everyone sat

silently staring at the young figure on the bed. One of the men

got up and walked outside.

The leader came back into the room wiping his arm off with a

towel. He stood and stared at Becky.

“Well, bitch,” he said, “we have ’bout enough film. I guess

it’s time for the big finish.”

Becky only stared at him.

“How’d you like the show so far? Kinda makes ya horny doesn’t

it? Don’t worry bitch, we’ll be fuckin’ you too, soon enough.

But we won’t take it so easy on you.”

The words stabbed at Becky like knives. “Please,” she said

one more time. “Please, don’t do it. Let us go now, we won’t

tell who did it.” Motioning over to her half-conscious friend she

said, “She’s dying and you know it. What’s it matter to you now.

Let us go, please?”

“Fuck you bitch,” he said as he motioned the men with the

camera’s to get ready. “This is it, I want it good, got it?”

He told one of the biker girls to give Leslie more drugs to

make her more conscious of what was going on.

“I don’t think her body can handle any more shit,” the girl

replied. The leader walked over to the speaking girl and slammed

his hand across her face, sending her sprawling across the floor.

“You wanna fuckin’ join her bitch? I said give her more. I

didn’t fuckin’ ask your dumbass opinion.”

The girl scrambled to her feet and picked up the needle, again

filling it with the same pink liquid. Walking to Leslie, she

grabbed her arm and slammed the needle into it. Leslie offered no

resistance.

Becky slowly let her eyes run across the body of the thin girl

laying on the bed. Just two days ago, Leslie was a pretty,

bright girl who loved life. She worried incessantly about her

appearance and got depressed over so much as a pimple on her face.

Now that face was swollen to an almost unrecognizable shape. Her

injured eye was completely shut and her skin was tinted red from

dried blood. There were cuts and scratches over her entire body

and Becky could see that her friend’s abdomen had continued to

color deep, dark purple. It was now distended and Becky correctly

assumed that serious damage had taken place during the man’s violent abuse

of the girl.

The injected drug seemed to have little effect on the girl as

the man walked back to her. Another of the biker’s got up and

walked out of the room.

“Pussy,” the man muttered as he stared at the closing door.

“Fuckin’ pussy.”

Looking down at the girl laying prostrate on the bed, the man

gently stroked her hair. “Ok bitch, it’s almost all over. Time

for your big scene.”

Leslie’s eyes stared straight ahead.

The man pulled a knife from his pocket and opened the blade

holding it in front of the young girl’s eyes. Leslie tried to

speak but only air escaped her lips.

Becky pleaded with him to stop.

“Fuck you bitch,” was her only answer.

Slowly the man traced the blade of the knife up Leslie’s back,

not pressing hard enough to cut. Leslie lay there, either unable

to move or having given completely up.

“More fuckin’ drugs, NOW,” he ordered the biker girls.

One immediately moved to Leslie and injected a vial full of

pink liquid into the girl. Immediately, Leslie began to twitch

and shake.

“Good, she’s OD’d, this’ll make a good one,” the man said,

motioning the camera’s to get all the action.

Becky sat in silence, closing her eyes to the scene. She

could hear her friend gurgling, unable to breathe properly.

Opening her eyes, she saw that the entire bed was shaking

violently as Leslie convulsed on it. Her friend’s skin had turned

pale white, in sharp contrast to the color of her lower stomach

which had moved from deep purple to almost black.

As the young girl writhed on the bed, gasping for air, the

leader reached up and quickly ran the blade of the knife against

her right wrist. Immediately, blood spurted out, shooting nearly

two feet from her body.

Leslie attempted to scream but no sound escaped her lips. She

continued to violently convulse as her life’s blood shot from her

wrist. One of the men in the room muttered something and walked

outside.

Steadily now, Becky watched as her friend’s violent movements

slowed and her breathing became more and more labored. The blood

continued to shoot from her wrist but not quite as far as at

first. Leslie’s eyes were bulging but she did not seem to see as

the large man stood up and lowered his pants, again revealing a

raging hard-on.

Getting behind the young girl, he plunged himself into her

vagina. The only movements Leslie now made were involunaty ones,

her breathing was increasingly shallow and unsteady. As the man

continued to plunge into her, Leslie’s eyes rolled back into her

head and her body went again into violent convulsions. Becky

screamed.

The man continued to push in and out of the now limp girl.

The blood flow had stopped from her wrist. Becky looked at the

wall and the floor, spattered with Leslie’s blood. A large puddle

had formed between the wall and the bed where the blood had

squirted. The dirty sheet on the bed was beet red.

The man withdrew from Leslie as he came and he shot sperm across

the girl’s back in a final abuse of her body. Slowly, the man got

to his feet and pulled his pants up. As he buckled his belt, he

looked down at the motionless body.

“What a fuckin’ waste,” he muttered and then turned to Becky

but said nothing. “Get her ass out of here,” he ordered to two of

the men still in the room. “Make sure you get rid of her where no

one will ever fuckin’ find it.”

The two men crossed the room and quickly untied the girl’s

arms. The fell limply to the bed. Wrapping her in the sheet from

the bed, they pulled the body from the bed. It landed on the

floor with a thud.

“Please,” Becky said through her tears. “Please, no.”

The two men glanced at Becky and then pulled Leslie’s body

across the room. A smear of blood followed it.

“Clean that shit up,” the leader said to the biker girls.

“Clean it all up good.”

He then left the room and went outside.

All of the men then left the room and Becky heard them

starting to laugh out on the porch. Three of the biker girls

stripped the bed and another brought out a pail of water and a

mop. All worked quickly, removing all signs that anything had

ever occurred.

One looked over at Becky. “I’m sorry hon, but it’s over now.

You’ll have to understand Red Devil. He’s screwed up that way but

he’s got it out of his system now.”

Becky just stared at the girl.

“Don’t look at me that way,” the biker girl continued. “I

didn’t do any shit to her. Besides, she’s dead now and ain’t

nothing either of us can do about that.”

With that, she turned her attention to the wall, trying to

remove the blood spatters that covered it.

After a few minutes, the four girls left the room. Becky

looked at the bed and the floor. The bed was neatly made now and

the only remains of the earlier struggle was the pinkish tint the

wall had taken on from the smeared blood. Becky sat alone and

again started to cry. All of this had happened because her car

had broken down. Her friend was dead, violently tortured to death

and she had no idea where she was. She was certain that the same

fate awaited her but she was helpless to do anything about it.

She wished it had been her on that bed instead of Leslie. At

least her friend was gone and could suffer no more.

Becky wondered what had become of her friends body. Leslie’s

parents would never see her again, and, for some reason, that hurt

Becky even more. She kept seeing her last sight of Leslie in her

mind, the battered, bruised body. The way the young girl had

tried to get air but wasn’t able. The violent shaking and

shuddering. It all kept repeating in her intellect.

The sounds outside were of a party. The effects of the

afternoon of violence were nothing at all on the people out there.

Becky wondered how anyone could do something of this sort to

another human being. She had never been able to hurt anything at

all. In fact, she remembered being upset once because she had

caught her brother pulling the wings off a fly. Slowly, the

actions of the day caught up with her and, emotionally drained,

she fell asleep in the chair.

Becky opened her eyes to darkness. Still strapped in the

chair she was so stiff she could hardly move. She had no idea how

long she had been asleep but she heard no sound coming from

anywhere. Her hands were numb from the reduced blood flow due to

the tape covering her wrists.

“Help me,” she said softly, not knowing what the result would

be. “Please help me.”

Still no sound. She spoke again, only louder.

“Is there anyone out there?”

Suddenly she heard footsteps on the porch. The door swung

open and one of the biker girls walked in the room. Becky could

barely make out the outline of the girl in the darkness.

“Well hello there sweetness,” the girl said as she walked to

Becky. “I didn’t think you were gonna wake up.”

Becky looked at the girl’s face. She was probably no older

than 19 or 20 but she looked 10 years older.

“Of course,” the girl continued, “you aren’t the one who ain’t

never gonna wake up, are you.”

“Please help me,” Becky pleaded. “Please, I have to use the

bathroom.” She was only half lying.

“Red Devil’ll have me on that bed if you get loose. You

wouldn’t want that, would you?” the girl asked.

“Please, I’m gonna pee myself if I don’t get to the bathroom.

Please, just for a second.”

The girl looked at Becky and reached out, touching her face.

“You’re so sweet, hon. I’m sorry for what happened to your

friend. It wasn’t right but, Red Devil said that we had to do it.

For the money, you know.”

“Please,” Becky said again, “Please let me loose for a few

seconds.”

The girl stared at Becky for a second.

“OK, but you try to get away or anything and you’ll be sorry.

You’ll have to be quiet too, cause the others are out on the porch

smokin’ dope.”

With that the girl began to undo Becky’s wrists. As she did,

she whispered to Becky, “OK hon, I’ll help you get out of here,

OK? But, you have to do it at the right time. Not now. Later

tonight, they’ll be all drunk and shit, after they start your

movie.”

“My movie?” Becky said in a loud voice.

“Shut the fuck up,” the girl said with a worried tone in her

voice. She stared at the door waiting for one of the men to come

in. “Just listen. They ain’t gonna hurt you tonight, that comes

later. Tonight, they want to get a picture of you bein’ forced to

make it with me.”

“You…,” Becky whispered.

“Don’t get all panicky and shit on me. Yeah, me. They were

talkin’ outside how’d you get all freaked and shit bein’ forced to

make it with another girl. Just don’t make it too rough on me,

OK? If I can’t get you turned on, they’ll beat the shit out of

me.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Just follow along with me. Resist at first and all, but then

really get into it. Let ‘em think you really like it and all,

then when they’re done makin’ the movie, they’ll get all fuckin’

blitzed and shit and we’ll get away then. Just make it look real,

OK?”

“But, I haven’t ever done anything like that before.”

“I told you, just follow along with me, it’ll be OK. Now, get

in and use the bathroom then get back in here. They’ll be comin’

in soon and I don’t want to get the shit kicked out of me.”

Becky walked quietly to the bathroom. Finally she saw a

glimmer of hope that she may survive this ordeal. Still, she

wondered why this girl was suddenly being so nice to her. At any

rate, she knew that she didn’t have much choice. She certainly

wasn’t interested in having sex with her but, if that was her only

chance, she’d make it a good one.

Becky walked quietly to the bathroom. Finally she saw a

glimmer of hope that she may survive this ordeal. Still, she

wondered why this girl was suddenly being so nice to her. At any

rate, she knew that she didn’t have much choice. She certainly

wasn’t interested in having sex with her but, if that was her only

chance, she’d make it a good one.
CHAPTER FIVE

Becky woke up to a bright light. She was so stiff, she could hardly move.

The biker girl had tied her back to the chair when she had come out of the

bathroom but, fortunately for her, Becky thought, not as tightly. Still, her

hands and feet were nearly numb from the reduced blood flow. Becky wondered

how she had managed to sleep and just how long she did.

As she looked around the now bright room, illuminated by three large

lamps, she saw a flurry of activity. Three men, all of whom had been there

the previous day, were busy setting up the flood lights and, to Becky’s

horror, camera equipment. She realized that all the activity was for her.

One of the men noticed that the young girl had awakened and walked over to

her.

“Hi bitch. You ready for your big day?” he asked, reaching down and

taking one of Becky’s breasts into his hand. “Nice tits,” He said.

Becky looked up at him with disdain.

“Bitch,” the man growled, and Becky felt him give a hard twist to one of

her nipples. She grunted in pain.

“Oh,” the man continued, “You like this shit, huh?”

“Let her alone,” a girl’s voice said from across the room. The man spun

around to face the biker girl who had helped Becky the previous night.

“You want me to fuck you instead?” the man said to her. “Maybe you want

me to waste you right now?”

“Touch me and Red Devil’l cut your balls off,” the girl answered with a

snap. “Just let her alone, that’s all. She’ll have enough in a while.”

“Fuck you,” the man retorted and began to untie Becky. Looking down at

Becky he winked at her. “Maybe you and I’ll go outside and do some serious

fucking before the shit starts.

Becky looked helplessly across the room to the biker girl. The girl

walked up to the man and grabbed his arm. He again spun around, striking the

girl across the face. She tumbled back onto the floor. Without speaking, he

walked to her and quickly gave her a hard kick into the stomach. Becky heard

the air rush out of the girl’s lungs.

The two men who had been in the room rushed to the man’s side and grabbed

his arms.

“You fuckin’ nuts?” one asked the man. “He’ll fuckin’ kill ya.”

The man shook the two men off.

“I told you to shut the fuck up bitch,” the man said to the girl who was

now gasping for air on the floor. “Just shut the fuck up.”

With that, he walked back to Becky and finished untieing her. Grabbing

her by the arm, he roughly pulled her to her feet and shoved her towards the

door. One of the other men tried to stop them but was shoved aside.

“Tell Devil I’ll have her back when I fuckin’ get done with her,” the man

growled as he walked out the door.

“You’re hurting my arm,” Becky pleaded as she was half drug across the

empty yard towards a densely trade area. “Please?”

“Shut the fuck up bitch,” the man replied and only grabbed her arm

tighter. “Shut up or I’ll fuckin’ break your arm.”

Becky believed him and stumbled as she tried to keep up. She had nothing

on her feet and she felt the stones and glass cutting her as she walked.

After arriving at the wooded area, the man turned and swiftly picked the

young girl up into his arms.

“C’mon bitch, let’s go,” he said as he pushed through the bushes and high

weeds. Becky felt thorns from ground cover scratch across her as the man used

her body to shield himself.

Finally they came to a small clearing and the man literally dumped the

young girl on the ground. Becky stared at him as he kicked his shoes off and

undid his belt. Dropping his pants he exposed what had already become an

enormous erection.

Without speaking, the man dropped to his knees and grabbed the young girls

head bringing it smacking up against his cock.

“Take it in your mouth bitch,” the man ordered Becky. When she hesitated

momentarily, the man slapped her down flat onto her back and straddled her

chest. His cock lay prone across her face.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” he ordered as he squeezed her cheeks with his

fingers, forcing it open.

Her mouth now open, Becky felt the smooth head of the man’s cock glide

across her sore and tender lips. The man slowly began pushing in and out of

her mouth. She lay still under him, eyes closed, trying not to think of what

was going on. The man continued to push in and out of her mouth. It seemed

that with each penetration he pushed himself further and further in.

Becky began to gag as the man grabbed her head and violently began to fuck

her face. She felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat and, in

the position her head was, found it increasingly difficult to breathe. The

man then repositioned himself over her so that her head was flat on the ground

and his waist was right above her. In this position, he was able to literally

plunge himself over and over again into her mouth. Becky tried to resist with

her hands and arms, attempting to support the man’s weight but he was simply

too large.

After a few minutes of this, Becky felt the man begin to moan and she

realized that the end was near. Within seconds, she felt the man slam into

her face and felt his hot liquid squirt against the back of her throat.

Gagging, she managed to finally pull away from the man and roll onto her side.

Her freedom was only momentary as the man quickly grabbed her and again pinned

her down to the ground.

Almost instantly, the man was on top of her, spreading her young legs

apart. Roughly he entered her and began pumping into her. Again, Becky

closed her eyes and tried to distance herself from the man who was raping her.

Suddenly she felt the man tense and almost collapse down on top of her.

Looking up, she saw a strange look in the man’s eyes and then realized that

the biker’s leader was standing above them.

The large man had a large rock in his hand that was slightly stained with

blood. Within seconds of the time the man raping her had tensed, Becky saw

the leader again smash into the back of the man’s head with the rock. Again

the man tensed, this time he also grunted. Becky stared in horror as she saw

the man’s eyes roll up into their sockets.

With the third smash of the rock, the man fell limp onto Becky’s body.

Becky felt nearly smothered with his weight. The leader continued to hit the

man across the back of the head with the rock, time after time. Now, with

each hit, Becky felt a spray of blood come across her face. She felt the cock

inside of her grow rapidly limp.

Finally, Becky saw two other men rush up and grab the leaders arms. The

rock fell to the ground with a thud, barely missing her own head.

“Let me the fuck go,” the large man grunted. “Clean this shit up.”

And with that, he pushed the man off of Becky and grabbed her by the arm

pulling her to her feet.

“C’mon bitch,” the man growled, “You want to fuck, I’ll give you some

fuck.”

“But,” Becky protested, “But I……”

Her words were cut short by the man throwing her to the ground. The young

girl landed in a dense sticker bush. She screamed in pain.

Reaching down, the large man literally lifted Becky up by the arm. She

felt the tiny thorns tearing across her body, leaving small scratches. Once

free of the bush, the man again threw her to the ground. Becky looked up and

saw three other men running towards her.

“Hold her ass down,” the leader commanded, and the three men threw

themselves onto Becky. She looked up helplessly at the raging man.

Quietly and without any hesitation, the leader bent down and picked up a

jagged stick, about twelve or thirteen inches long. Becky watched in horror

as he ordered the three men who were holding her in place to spread her legs

apart.

“You want fuck, bitch?” the large man raged. “You want a good fuck?”

Becky screamed in terror. “No, Please,” she cried. “He dragged me out

here, I didn’t want….”

Again her voice was cut off by the violent actions of the leader. As she

spoke he had bent over and was prodding between her legs with the stick.

Finding her tender opening, he jammed the rod slightly into her.

Becky screamed in pain as the jagged stick found her flesh. She could

feel its edges as it entered her, leaving tiny splinters as it did. Looking

up through her tears she saw one of the men holding her straining his neck to

see exactly what was happening. He was smiling.

“There bitch,” the leader yelled at Becky, “there, you happy? Or you want

more?”

“No, please,” the young girl pleaded, but to no avail. Almost immediately

she felt the man jabbing the stick further into her. Again she screamed in

agony.

“Shit, man,” one of the men holding Becky muttered, “shit!”

“Shut the fuck up,” the leader screamed at the man. And with that he

ripped the stick from inside Becky. The girl felt as though her insides had

been torn apart.

“Get her the fuck inside,” the leader ordered and the three men complied.

Again inside the house, Becky was thrown into the darkened room where she

had spent the first night. Curling into the fetal position, she cried, cried

harder than she had ever cried before. Once again, her entire body ached and

she kept seeing the picture of the man who was raping her being killed while

he was inside of her. She could not cleanse her mind of the sight of the back

of the man’s head as she was pulled away from him.

Suddenly and strangely, she thought of her father, the man who had warned

her never to go into that place on the highway. She longed to hear his and

her mother’s voice again, to play with her dog, to see her friends at school.

She guessed that her parents had already called the police about her, that

they were all looking for her. But where was she? Was she even still in the

same state? With those thoughts straining through her mind, she fell asleep.

Becky awoke with a start as she realized that she again was not alone.

She had been dreaming, a dream in which she was once again at home, with her

family, leading a normal life. She had, by now, lost track of the actual time

that she had been held captive. Quickly though, she was brought back to

reality.

One of the men who she had seen several times working a camera was

standing over her nudging her with his foot. Looking up at him from her angle

he looked ten feet tall.

“C’mon bitch,” he said softly. Somehow, those words coming out from him

in a gentle manner confused the young girl even more. “C’mon, get up.” His

tone was almost apologetic.

Groping back to full consciousness, Becky struggle to her feet. The man

gently took her arm and assisted her. Suddenly Becky realized that she was

standing naked in front of the man but, surprising even herself, she no longer

made any effort to cover herself. Gingerly the man led the young girl to the

door and quietly opened it. Looking around the larger room, Becky saw about

ten men and several girls at various places. Most were sleeping. Two were in

a corner talking quietly. In the far corner, Becky could see the girl who she

had spoken with the previous night, at least she thought it was the previous

night, (it could have been days), performing oral sex on the leader. The

large man was sitting in a chair with the girls head bobbing up and down at

his waist. Becky wondered to herself how a girl could ever put herself into a

situation like that, on purpose.

The man with Becky motioned her over to where the leader and the girl

were. The leader had his head resting back and his eyes closed. Close up,

Becky could clearly see the man’s large cock sliding in and out of the girls

mouth. The girl stopped as Becky approached and looked up at her. With that,

the leader opened his eyes but let his head continue resting on the back of

the chair.

“Bitch,” the large man said to the girl kneeling in front of him, “did I

tell you to fuckin’ stop?”

The girl quickly glanced at Becky and almost immediately went back to her

task at hand. Becky cringed as she saw the man’s cock again disappear into

the girls mouth.

The large man then lifted his head and smiled at Becky.

“How ’bout you bitch?” he said very quietly. “You like this kind of

action?”

Becky said nothing and stood silently still.

“I mean it bitch,” the man continued. “This is some good shit, huh?”

With that the man grabbed the girl’s head from between his legs and yanked

it back with a handful of hair. The girl grunted a little from the roughness

but said nothing.

“She’s a fine lookin’ bitch, ain’t she?” he asked Becky, motioning at the

girl he held in his hands. “Bet you’d love to fuck something like this

wouldn’t ya.”

Becky simply stood there staring at the man, quietly. The man pulled the

kneeling girl back to his cock and let her continue. Again he let his head

drop back onto the chair and Becky saw his eyes close. She shifted her weight

waiting for him to move again. The man holding Becky’s arm stood by, also

silent.
Becky watched as the scene in front of her unfolded. The girl continued

to suck on the man’s cock, occasionally licking the sides and bottom with a

long tongueing motion. The act continued for four or five minutes. Then,

suddenly and without warning, in one motion, the leader sat up, reached down

and roughly pushed the girl away from him. From her kneeling position, she

landed hard on her side with a thud. At the same time he immediately grabbed

Becky by the arm and pulled her to her knees in front of him.

“Your turn bitch,” he said to her. Becky looked up at him in horror.

“And you,” the leader continued, looking at the girl he had just pushed

away, “you help her. I want you bitches to become good friends.”

With that, the girl scrambled back to her knees and returned to between

the man’s legs. The man grabbed Becky’s head and slammed it against his mid-

section.

“C’mon bitch, I gotta give you fuckin’ lessons?” he said loudly to Becky.

“Shit, I figured you had this shit by now.”

Becky parted her lips and let the man push his member into her sore mouth.

She held still as the man moved his hips back and forth and let himself slide

in and out. Meanwhile, Becky felt the girl next to her duck her head down

under the man’s cock. Occasionally she felt the girl’s tongue as it slide up

the underside of his cock. Much to her own surprise, (again), Becky no longer

really cared about what she was doing. This was all as a dream sequence,

nothing was real in her mind.

In a few minutes the leader began pumping harder and harder into Becky’s

mouth and, by now, Becky knew what was coming….literally. She recognized

that she was helpless to do anything and tried again to just put all of what

was going on out of her mind. Still, when the first stream of bitter fluid

entered her mouth, she gagged and found herself on her hands and knees,

attempting to vomit up that which was not in her stomach. The salty, acrid

fluid hung in her mouth like paste.

Becky saw the man stand up in front of her and braced herself for a blow

to the head. Nothing came.

“Shit,” the leader said looking down at the young girl, “What a fuckin’

waste.”

With that comment, the large man spit, most of landing on Becky’s back,

then stepped over her and began to leave the room.

“Get the bitch cleaned up,” he ordered to no one in particular. “I want

her lookin’ real fuckin’ pretty when I get back.”

Then, looking at one of the men who had operated the camera when Becky’s

friend was being killed, “I got a great fuckin’ idea about a flic, come with

me.”

The man immediately got to his feet and followed the large man out. Becky

heard the roar of motorcycles starting and leaving. The girl who had just

been with her and the leader took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

“You’ll be OK, hon,” she whispered, “He likes you, you’re OK.”

Becky looked at the girl in disbelief as she was led out the door into the

bright sunshine.

“Look,” the girl told Becky, “You need to clean up then we’ll get you

something to eat. You gotta be starving.”

Becky realized suddenly that she had not eaten in what could have been

days, nor had she used the bathroom. Suddenly she became very hungry and

thirsty.

“Can I eat first?” she asked the girl.

“Listen hon,” the girl said as she pulled Becky to face her, “You better

start understanding that this isn’t your fancy home and we ain’t your mommy

and daddy. The only reason you’re still alive is because Red Devil likes you

and figures you can make him some money. Otherwise, you’d have been the one

he killed, not your friend. And,” the girl continued almost in a whisper, “if

you’re smart, you won’t ask any questions and just do whatever I or anyone

else here tells you to do, OK?”

Becky looked into the girls eyes. The girl was not unattractive and Becky

wondered again how she had gotten into this situation. Surely she couldn’t

like being used by these guys.

The girl led Becky out to the center of the yard and picked up the hose.

Squeezing the handle, a fine mist sprayed over the young girl’s body. The

water felt cool and refreshing against the skin that had been abused so badly

the last number of days. Becky simply stood there and let the biker girl hose

her off.

“OK,” the girl said, “lets go get us something to eat before Devil comes

back.”

With that, she led Becky back into the house and into the small kitchen.

Becky sat down at the table. The vinyl covering on the chair was cold against

her naked skin but felt good. Watching the biker girl intently, Becky tried

to determine something, anything at all, about what made this girl tick. The

biker girl put a bowl in front of Becky and filled it with cereal and milk.

Becky immediately began to eat and the biker girl sat down at the table across

from her.

“How’d you end up here?” Becky inquired between mouthfuls. This was the

first time she had actually had anything to eat in what seemed like days and

she was keeping her mouth stuffed.

“What you mean by that?” the girl asked with an obviously perturbed

sound in her voice.

“I just mean, how did you end up with these guys?” Becky responded

softly. The tone in the other girl’s voice frightened her.

“Listen bitch,” the biker girl responded in an angry voice, “just

because I live here with these guys don’t mean I’m any worse than you.”

“I didn’t mean….” Becky tried to interrupt.

“Bullshit, you didn’t mean,” the girl continued. “You honey girls

always think your shit don’t stink and that we’re just a bunch of sluts.

Well, yeah, I fuck an suck these guys, right. But shit, you’ll end up fuckin’

and suckin’ some guy for the same fuckin’ reason I do it. That’s to fuckin’

survive.”

“But,” Becky was now scared. “But…..”

“But shit!” the girl exclaimed. With that she reached across the table

and grabbed the nearly empty bowl that Becky had been eating from and threw it

across the room. It crashed against the wall, breaking into pieces. Becky

jumped up and ran towards the kitchen door. She managed to get to the door

before the biker girl could catch her but it was bolted shut. She fell to her

knees crying and waiting for the biker girl to hit or kick her.

No such attack came. Instead, the biker girl now seemed perfectly calm.

Kneeling down, the biker girl pulled Becky close to her and tenderly kissed

her forehead. Becky felt a chill as the other girl’s lips touched her skin.

“That’s OK, hon,” the girl whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m

sorry. It’s just I don’t like being called a slut.”

Becky said nothing in return but knelt tensely in the other girl’s arms.

“Relax, hon,” the girl continued to whisper. “Just relax. It’s OK.”

With that, Becky felt the girl pull her even closer. Slowly the biker

girl began stroking Becky’s hair and back, letting her hand wonder across her

back. Becky closed her eyes tightly as the biker girl’s hand found one of her

still tender breasts.

“Shit,” the biker girl whispered, “they did a fuckin’ job on you didn’t

they?”

Becky remained silent.

“You’re bruised as shit,” the girl continued softly and lowered her head

down and gingerly kissed Becky’s left nipple. Becky again felt a cool chill

down her back. “Those fuckers just don’t know, do they hon?”

Becky wanted to get up and run away but she knew that she would be

caught. What this girl was doing to her was, in her mind, worse than what the

men had done but she knew she had no alternative. Maybe, just maybe, if she

were to befriend this girl, she could get help in escaping. She let the biker

girl continue to carress and kiss her breasts.

“Here, hon,” the biker girl said, “relax.” With that the girl urged

Becky flat onto her back. “It’s OK,” the girl continued to whisper, over and

over again. Once Becky was on the floor the biker girl straddled her

midsection and leaned forward. Becky felt the warmth of the girl’s breath

just inches from her face.

“Hon, you’re beautiful,” the girl whispered in Becky’s ear. The warmth

of the girl’s breath as she talked so close to her ear sent chills throughout

Becky’s body.

Becky felt the girl lightly nibble and lick at her ear, occasionally

letting her tongue slide into the opening. Becky was, in spite of her own

feelings, becoming excited. She felt herself begin to perspire.

“Oh,” the girl again whispered, sensing Becky’s reluctant acceptance of

her advances, “you like this, don’t you. Bet you never knew it could be so

good, did you?”

Saying nothing, and keeping her eyes closed, Becky felt the girl’s lips

move across her neck and up to her mouth. Each kiss was thrilling. There was

such a difference between this girl and the men. Kissing her tenderly on the

lips, the girl licked Becky, probing her tongue between Becky’s closed lips.

A slight moan escaped Becky’s lips.

“Me too,” the girl said softly to Becky. “Me too.”

With that, the girl slowly slid down Becky’s body, stopping for a moment

to suckle at Becky’s young breasts. Not stopping though, Becky felt the girl

continue to slide down until her head was only inches away from her pubic

area. Closing her eyes even tighter, Becky braced herself for what was to

come.

Parting Becky’s lower lips with her fingers, the girl let her tongue

trace along her opening. Becky moaned lowly, not wishing to, but almost being

forced to.

“Shit,” Becky heard the girl comment, “they’ve even fucked you up down

here. How the fuck did they get splinters in you?”

Becky remained quiet. She was embarrassed that this was enjoyable but,

for the first time since her capture, she was not completely terrified. She

felt the girl continue to gently kiss her and felt her tongue slowly probe

inside of her. Becky became aware of the sweat that was now pouring off of

her body.
The sound of a man’s voice and heavy footsteps coming into the room

brought Becky back to reality and brought the biker girl quickly to her knees.

“What the fuck?” the man exclaimed as he walked towards the two girls.

Becky looked up at the man, she had seen him once before at the bar. He

was not one of the men who had killed her friend but he was big, bigger than

Red Devil. She stayed flat on her back looking up at the man from the floor.

“What the fuck you doing?” he asked the biker girl who was now standing.

“Nothing,” the girl answered back defiantly. “Besides, what the fuck is

it to you?”

The man said nothing, simply swung out with his fist catching the girl

square on the jaw. The biker girl literally flew across the room and slammed

against the wall. Sitting up, Becky saw a trickle of blood come out of the

corner of the biker girl’s mouth.

“You mother fucker,” the biker girl cried. “Wait til Devil gets back,

he’ll cut your balls off for that.”

“Fuck I will,” another voice said. Becky looked at the door and saw the

leader standing at the doorway. The biker girl scrambled onto her feet and

ran to him. When she approached him, she was greeted with the same result at

the other man. The leader violently swung his fist at the girl, catching her

on the same spot the previous man had hit. Again, the biker girl flew across

the room and slammed against the wall.

“I’m sick of your shit,” the leader half screamed at the girl. “All the

fuck you do is shoot up shit and cause fuckin’ trouble. You don’t even fuck

good anymore.”

“Devil,” the girl spoke through swollen lips, “I love you.”

“Fuck you,” the man responded. “That little bitch on the floor,” he

said, pointing at Becky, “she fucks and sucks ten times better’n you. And she

don’t do it for shit.”

Looking over at the man still standing next to Becky he motioned him to

pick the biker girl up. Then looking over at Becky he said, “Get the fuck up

bitch and get your ass in the other room.”

Becky scrambled to her feet as she saw the large man violently yank the

biker girl to her feet. The girl attempted to defend herself and was just

shoved across the room into the facing wall. Again she fell to the floor in a

heap.

As Becky moved towards the door, the leader grabbed her by her arm and

spun her around to face him.

“It’s your lucky day, bitch,” the man snarled. “You were gonna be my

little movie star til that bitch acted up. Now, you get to watch a pro in

action.”

“No Devil,” the biker girl whimpered from the corner. “Please, no.”

“Get her in the other room,” the leader ordered, shoving Becky through

the door.

Becky was pushed into a chair and ordered to sit still or they would

again tie her up. As she looked around the room, she saw a new addition.

There was a doberman pincher sitting across from her.

Becky heard the biker girl scream as she entered the room. Turning to

face her she saw that the large man had the girl’s arm bent behind her at an

almost impossible angle. She wasn’t sure at all what was happening or why it

was happening. While she felt relieved that it wasn’t her that the attention

was being paid to, she was again terrified. Somehow she had developed a

measure of liking for the biker girl and it hurt to see her abused.

The biker girl was thrown down onto the bed across the room and held

there by the large man. Almost immediately, the same people who had been in

the room the previous day came through the front door.

Becky watched in horror as the actions in the room took on the same tone

as they had when she watched her friend killed. The biker girl that she had

just been with moments ago now struggled in vain to free herself from the men

who had her in their grasp. Becky thought of the film she had seen in science

of piranha who devoured their prey in a feeding frenzy. The men acted the

same way. The girl they now held down was a girl that each had probably had

sex with a dozen times and who, Becky thought, had probably had oral sex with

more than that. Now, though, it was as if she was nothing but a piece of

meat. And nothing that she had witnessed up to this point explained their

sudden hatred of her.

“Get her fuckin’ clothes off,” the leader bellowed and the men holding

the squirming girl obliged. Quickly and without much trouble they had the

girl naked. Becky saw the tattoo that the girl sported on her left breast,

probably another demand of the “leader.”

“OK, tie her ass up,” the leader ordered and again the men quickly did

as they were told.

All the while this was going on, the biker girl kept pleading with the

group to stop, literally pleading for her life. She was ignored.

“Get the fuckin’ camera’s goin’,” the leader demanded, “I want to get

all this shit.” His voice sounded disappointed that he had not already

captured this much on film. Immediately Becky saw one of the men grab a

camera off the floor and turn it on, facing towards the biker girl who was now

arching her back off the bed in an attempt to release the cords that held her

down. All her action appeared to caused was a tightening of the ropes. Becky

saw the girl’s hands and feet begin to turn bright red from the reduced blood

flow.

“I’ve always said you fuck like a dog,” Red Devil said very casually as

he walked toward the helpless girl, “now we’re gonna see if you can fuck a

real dog.”

“No please,” the biker girl pleaded through the tears streaming down her

face, “I love you Devil, please don’t.”

“Fuck you bitch,” was the large man’s only reply as he looked down at

the girl in disgust. “Fuck you and everyone you fuckin’ know.”

“But, why? Devil,” the girl continued, now barely audible above her

whimpering, “Why me? I love you.”

Without muttering a word the leader reached down and grabbed the girl by

the crotch, his fingers digging deep into the girl. Becky watched the biker

girl’s face turn bright red as she screamed in pain. Her screams only

intensified as the man literally lifted her up by her vagina, his fingers

reaching deep into her.

“God, No,” the girl screamed. “Please, no. Stop!”

“You gettin’ this shit on film?” the leader asked the man with the

camera. The cameraman motioned that he had.

“You like this shit, bitch,” the leader asked, facing towards Becky. He

still had his fingers inside the biker girl and was continuing to hold her

mid-section up in the air. Becky stared at the bed as it shook violently as

the man twisted and shook his impaled hand. “Maybe you’d like some of the

action too?”

Becky looked up at the man. He was standing there with a perverse grin

on his face and for an instant she actually thought she was looking directly

at the devil.

Not wasting his time with Becky, the man turned back to the girl

writhing in pain on the bed.

“Go get me some shit from the kitchen, some of that fuckin’ hamburger

meat that’s in there,” he ordered one of the other girls in the room. She

immediately jumped to her feet and ran into the kitchen. She returned within

seconds holding a pound or so of raw meat.

“Give that shit to me,” the leader ordered and ripped off a handful as

she approached. In one swift motion, he jammed the meat directly into the

biker girls exposed opening, plowing nearly his whole hand into her in the

process. Again the girl screamed in agony. Becky saw a spot of blood appear

on the sheet under the girl’s still raised body. The spot grew wider by the

minute.

“OK, bring me Satan,” the leader ordered the man holding the large dog.

The dog was led directly to the leader who withdrew his his hand from inside

the girl with a plopping sound.

“Here boy,” he said to the dog, “taste this shit.”

The dog immediately began licking the man’s closed fist.

Dropping the girl onto the bed the leader took hold of the dog’s head

and pushed it directly up to the girl’s crotch. The dog’s tail began wagging

and the dog began licking at the girl’s slightly bloodied slit. Again the

girl began to beg and plead.

“Please no,” the girl’s voice had panic in it. “Please Devil, no.

Don’t….”

The girl’s voice was cut off as the doberman began to dig it’s nose into

the girls crotch to try to retrieve the meat that was jammed up inside of her.

The biker girl screamed as the dog began to chew at her insides and Becky saw

a steady stream of blood now start to run down the girls leg. Becky watched

in disbelief as the dog’s nose slowly but steadily disappeared into the biker

girl’s body. All along the leader continued standing nearby watching intently

and all of the other men and women either sat or stared in silence.

“How’s it feel?” the leader asked the girl as he walked up beside her. By

now the doberman had his entire nose inside of the girl and was straining to

advance even further. Each move the girl made up or down trying to push or

pull the dog away seemed to make the animal even more determined to get what

it was after. The girl’s screams continued as she strained in vain to free

herself from the humiliation and pain she was encountering.

Finally, and without any warning, the biker leader simply and effortlessly

pulled the dog away from the girl and handed the leash to another man. He

walked up to the girl who was now laying on the bed exhausted from her efforts

to free herself and looked down at her.

“I fuckin’ hate you,” the man said quite matter of factly as he looked

down at the whimpering girl.

“Please,” the girl begged quietly, “Please baby, I love you, don’t do this

to me.”

“Fuck you bitch,” was the man’s only reply as he turned towards Becky.

Becky cringed down into the chair as he began to walk towards her.

“OK bitch,” he said to Becky, “It’s your fuckin’ turn. Do good and you’ll

be a fuckin’ movie star.” With that, he grabbed Becky’s arm and pulled her to

her feet.

“You ain’t done half bad learning how to give good head but I think your

ass needs some practice,” the man said as he pulled Becky close to him.

Looking at the other bikers in the room, he asked, “What ya all think.”

He was greeted with some hoots and jeers.

“Ya see bitch,” he continued, now looking directly into Becky’s eyes,

“they agree. And shit, I gotta do what they say, huh? This is a fuckin’

democracy.”

Becky tried to pull away from the man, to no avail.

“What the fuck you doin’ bitch,” the man half yelled, pulling Becky back

close to him. “You want me to have Max fuckin’ eat you alive too?”

With that he violently threw Becky to the floor next to the doberman where

she landed with a thud.

“Ok bitch,” the man ordered, standing directly over her head, “do it.”

“Please no,” Becky pleaded with the man. “Please…….”

Her voice was cut off by the man who grabbed a handful of her hair and

yanked her head back to face directly up to him.

“Listen bitch,” the man snarled threateningly, “You either get to fuckin’

work on that dog or I swear I’ll fuckin’ cut your goddamned fingers off and

feed ‘em to him one by one. You fuckin’ understand whore?”

Becky continued crying as the man released his grip on her hair and shoved

her head down towards the dog who was laying quietly with his head up.

Slowly, Becky moved her hand to the dog and felt it’s strong, muscular body.

Looking at its face she could see the remains of the biker girl’s blood still

smeared on him. The man holding the dog’s leash bent down and pulled the dog

over on it’s side and then held it’s rear leg up in the air, exposing the

dog’s black, hair covered penis.

“Do it bitch,” the leader yelled. “Do it fuckin’ now or you’ll never wear

a fuckin’ ring again.”

With that, Becky, still crying violently, bent down and took the dog’s

penis into her hand. It felt disgusting to her and she gagged on her own

breath.

“Little early for that, ain’t it bitch?” the leader questioned and reached

down, pushing Becky’s head up against the dog’s cock.

“I’m gonna give your ass three seconds to suck that dog’s cock and then

I’m gonna start fuckin’ cuttin’, you got it?” the man demanded.

“One…………….two…………..”

Becky took a deep breath between her sobs and lowered her head down to the

doberman’s cloaked cock. Slowly she let the tip of it slip between her lips,

the sheer smell of it making her gag. Almost immediately the leader reached

down and shoved her head against the dog. Becky felt the dog’s hairy shield

slam into her mouth. The dog, feeling this unknown intrusion on itself,

jumped and attempted to free itself but the man holding it’s leash had its

head mashed down with his knee and another man was holding its rear legs still

and apart. Becky still feared that the dog would rip her to shreds.

Not satisfied that she was “doing” her best, the leader took a handful of

Becky’s hair and began jerking her head up and down over the dogs cock.

Slowly, the dog began to respond and Becky felt a slimy, warm, fingerlike

object begin to protrude into her mouth. The taste was disgusting, even more

so than the men who had done this to her. Again she tried to put all out of

her mind, to blank everything out.

Finally, after several minutes of this, the leader yanked Becky’s hair

back and pulled her head away from the doberman.

“OK bitch, you had fuckin’ enough?” the large man roared at her.

Becky looked up at the man in silence, tears streaming down her face. Her

entire body was shaking and she felt sickenly naseaus.

“I said,” the man nearly screamed, “You had fuckin’ enough?”

“Yes,” Becky answered weakly.

With that, the man pulled her hair up straight, bringing the quivering

girl to her feet. Once there, the man released his grip.

“Listen bitch,” the man said coarsly, staring into Becky’s eyes just

inches from her face, “from now on you’re my bitch, you got it. That means

that from now on you do what I say, when I say, and how I say. And you better

fuckin’ believe that if you ever fuck with me I’ll cut your tits off and feet

‘em to the fuckin’ dog. You under fucking stand?”

“Yes,” Becky again answered meekly, through her tears.

“Fuckin’ good,” the man responded. “Now get on your fuckin’ knees and

give me a blow job, I’m fuckin’ horny.”

Becky hesitated for only a second, looking at the man’s face.

“What the fuck did I just tell you bitch,” the man roared at her. As he

spoke, he reached forward and grabbed Becky’s right nipple giving it a violent

twist between his thumb and fingers. The girl screamed and dropped to her

knees.

“Now give me a fuckin’ blow job,” the man roared again. Becky heard jeers

and giggles coming from the others in the room. The leader unzipped his pants

and fished himself out. Becky immediately took him in her mouth and began to

suck.

“That’s it bitch,” the man said, running his fingers through her hair,

“You’re my fucking slave bitch now.”
Then, in a motion that seemed to Becky to take hours but only took

seconds, she saw the man pull a large knife from his belt and slowly run it

across the biker girl’s neck. The biker girl screamed in horror as the blood

from her split veins started to spurt away from her body. The man watched for

a second and then plunged the knife into the girl’s protruding throat. Her

screams turned into hollow gurgling sounds.

Becky watched in disbelief as the spurts of blood slowly diminished in

height. The biker girl, rapidly weakening, shook violently, straining at the

ropes that held her in place.

Breaking the scene, Becky watched one of the other biker’s casually walk

over to the bed and drop his pants to the floor. I