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Bikers Gang Rape #5
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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.
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