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Bikers Gang Rape #2
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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.
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