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The Bikers
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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.
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