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My father warned me not to come here,
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"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 squeeked 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 moved.
"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 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 there 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 vaccuum 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.
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