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The Bikers
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Becky was awakened by a loud scream in the next room. At first she
thought she had dreamt it but now, wide awake, she heard it again. Struggling
to her feet, with every inch of her in pain, she moved towards the door and
listened. Again, she heard a scream. While not certain of the nature of the
sounds, Becky was certain that they were screams of pain and that they
emanated from a female.
Without warning and without sound, suddenly the door swung open. A large
man, who Becky had not seen in her past encounters, stood at the doorway
holding a girl probably nine or ten years older than herself. Grasping her by
her arm the man literally threw the girl into the room. The girl landed
sprawling on the floor. The man then moved forward and grabbed Becky by the
arm, twisting it tightly until it was up against her back. She was led into
the outside room which was brightly lit.
Around the room Becky saw many of the men and several of the women that he
had seen almost constantly since her abduction. The leader was laying on the
floor, seemingly half-asleep, with one of the girls laying her head across his
large stomach.
"Hey bitch," the leader said with a sarcastic smirk, "you look fuckin'
awful. What the fuck you been doing, fucking dogs?"
Becky said nothing and the man holding her pushed her arm up even higher.
"Answer him, whore," the man holding her ordered.
Before Becky had a chance to speak, the man pushed her arm up even higher
with a swift motion. She cried out in pain.
"Fuckin' rich bitch," the man said as he shoved Becky away from him. "All
the fuckin' same...ain't worth a good fuck."
Becky turned and watched the large man walk out the front door.
"You're lucky bitch," the leader said from his place on the floor. "The
bitch he fucked with ain't here no more. Ya see he's fuckin' crazy. I mean,
I'm fucking nuts but he's fuckin' crazy."
Becky stood there simply watching him.
"Shit bitch," the leader said, with almost a tinge of sympathy in his
voice, "you look like shit. Why don't you fuckin' get cleaned up."
With that, the leader motioned the girl laying across him to get up and
take Becky to get cleaned up. The girl mumbled something and then began to
get to her feet. As she did the large man reached up and tweaked one of her
nipples through her shirt.
"Fuck you Devil," the girl said under her breath as she pulled away from
the man.
"Yeah right bitch," the man replied. "Best fuck you'll ever have."
The girl got to her feet and began to walk towards the back of the house.
Becky followed hesitantly. The girl motioned her into a room at the back of
the house and Becky couldn't beleive her eyes. There was a mirror facing her
next to a tub and shower. The sight in Becky's eyes made her almost vomit.
The face that looked back at her in the mirror was swollen and bruised. She
gazed across her image for a moment, seeing the dried blood on her cheeks and
the marks across her neck and upper chest. For the first time she realized
just how abused she had been.
"Get in the fuckin' shower bitch," the girl next to her ordered. Becky
didn't listen but continued to look in amazement at the mirror. The girl
didn't ask a second time but shoved Becky away from the mirror towards the
tub. Caught unaware, Becky lost her balance and fell roughly into the tub,
hitting her head on the faucet.
Unsympathetic, the girl reached down and turned the knob. Ice cold water
sprayed across Becky and, still dazed from the hit on the head, tried to
struggle to her feet but tumbled back into the tub. Suddenly the water turned
from cold to warm to hot. Becky became aware of the abrupt change in
temperature as the water reached the near scolding level. She scrambled to
her feet as the steaming water streamed across her. The girl standing next to
the tub let go a slight chuckle as she turned the cold water on.
"Get nice a clean bitch," the girl said. "Don't make me have to come in
here and clean your ass out."
With that the girl walked out of the room, leaving Becky alone.
Becky picked up a bar of soap laying at the bottom of the filthy tub and
began to wash. Her entire body ached and was sore to the touch. Looking down
across herself, Becky looked at the burn marks on her breasts, the swollen
abused nipple area. Streaks of blood stained her upper legs from the abusive
sex that she had endured. Thoughts of her dead friend came back to her. She
closed her eyes for a moment and saw Leslie's eyes as the men tortured her.
She heard the screams of agony and suddenly remembered the awful sound of
death finally coming. Her mind wandered to the biker girl who screamed in
misery as she was literally devoured by the dog. She saw as in real life the
man having sex with her and then having his head smashed open with a rock as
he lay on top of her. She suddenly remembered the taste of the dog she had
orally serviced and she began to cry. Softly at first, then more loudly.
Falling to her knees, she knelt in the tub, feeling the now soothing water
rush across her body.
How long had she been here. From her best memory it had only been three,
maybe four days. How long would they keep her before killing her. All these
thoughts rushed through her mind.
Becky's thoughts were interupted by the door swinging open. One of the men
entered and stood over her. Becky had never seen this man before. She had
long since lost any semblence of modesty and just looked up at him, tears
streaming down her face.
"So you're our new fuckin' whore," the man said as he reached down and
pulled the young girl to her feet. "Finish getting cleaned up and get your ass
out there before we finish up for you."
There was almost a tone of sympathy in his voice. Continuing to cry, Becky
washed off and used the bar of soap on her hair again letting the water stream
across her. She was aware that the man next to her was watching her every
movement but no longer cared. After she rinsed the soap from her hair, the man
turned the water off and took her by the arm.
"No fuckin' need to dry off," the man said softly. "Let's go."
Becky was taken by the man back to the main room and was surprised to see
that it now stood empty. She looked at the man's face.
"They'll be back," the man said to her. "Just get in your room and be
quiet OK?"
"Please," the girl pleaded. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what
happened or where you are. Please just let me go."
"Listen bitch," the man replied. "I really don't like this shit any more
than you do but it's the way it is, OK? Now just don't cause me any fuckin'
problems cause I got enough of 'em already. Fuck with me and I'll fuckin'
slice your head off. Just get in your room and be fuckin' quiet."
With that the man took her by the arm and maneuvered her towards the closet
door.
"Please," the girl continued to plead. "Just let me go, please."
"Shut up now," the man ordered as he opened the door and pushed her into
the closet. Becky saw the form of the other girl laying on the floor. She
was unconscious but breathing. Becky knelt down to the girl just as the man
closed the door and she was bathed in darkness. But just as suddenly, a light
came on brilliantly from a bulb overhead.
The girl on the floor was probably 23 or 24. She had long blonde hair and
fine feature.
"A model," Becky thought.
On the girl were numerous signs of physical abuse. Dried blood streaked
her chin and there were cigarette burns on her breasts. Looking down further,
Becky saw familiar blood streaks down the girl's upper legs.
Becky smoothed back the girl's hair and took her head into her lap, sitting
back against the wall. Her hair still wet, she wiped it across the girls
forehead. Slowly, the girl began to stir and opened her eyes.
Suddenly the girl realized that she was not at home and this was not simply
a dream. She bolted upright.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"My name is Becky," was the response. "Who are you?"
"Where am I, what are you doing here? Where are those men?"
"I don't know. They took me too and killed my friend. I don't know where
we are but they'll be back, they always come back."
Becky saw terror in the girl's eyes. The same terror that she had felt a
few days prior when this ordeal began.
"They did things to me," the girl began to half cry. "They did terrible
things to me."
"I know," Becky replied. "Me too. And, like I said, they killed my
friend."
"Why are they doing these things," the girl was now crying freely.
"I don't know, but I know they are sick. What's your name?"
"Jill," was the response through the girl's tears. "Can we get out of
here?"
"No," Becky answered, "I don't think so."
Suddenly the door swung open. The man from the shower was standing there
and ordered the blonde girl to her feet. She tried to cover herself from his
view.
"Shit," he said, "fuckin' nice lookin' too. We got ourselves some good
meat."
Becky realized that the sympathy she had heard in the man's voice was now
gone. He had a different look about him and she suspected he had just taken
some drugs.
Reaching in he took Jill by the arm and pulled her out. Becky remained on
the floor as they left.
"Please no," Jill pleaded. "Please....."
Her words were cut off as Becky heard a thud on the floor. Moving, Becky
went to the door and listened. The man was obviously raping the girl and Becky
heard the moans and pleadings as it happened. Trying the door, Becky became
aware that the door was unlocked. Slowly she opened the door and saw that the
man was on top of the blonde girl, half kneeling over her. Becky stood
watching for a moment as she saw the man, his back to her, thrusting his
midsection time after time into the girl. Each movement of his produced a new
outburst of tears from the blonde.
To her side a glimmer of light shone from the table. Becky looked down and
saw a knife laying on the tabletop. It was a hunting knife, it's blade about
eight inches long. WIthout sound, she picked up the knife and silently moved
up behind the two figures on the floor. Looking down she saw the horror in the
girls eyes and heard the grunting sound of the man as he abused her.
In one swift motion, Becky raised the knife above her head and slammed it
into the man's back. The man stiffened and tried to turn around, attempting to
struggle to his feet.
"Fuck," was the only sound that escaped his lips.
Becky withdrew the knife and slammed it into the man again, this time
catching the man in the side, just under the armpit, as he began to turn. She
felt the crunch of bone splitting under her blow. Still the man continued to
turn and Becky again withdrew the knife. As the man struggled to his feet,
Becky pulled the knife low and quickly thrust it up into the man's chest. The
man grabbed at the knife but there was no strength in his hands. Becky glanced
at his eyes. She almost took pleasure in the sight she saw. The man had the
same look of terror and fear that she had seen in the two murdered girls just
before their deaths.
Again, Becky pulled the knife from the man. He tumbled backwards, just
missing the blonde who now sat half-upright staring in disbelief. Becky
quickly knelt down next to the man and raised the knife over her head.
The man looked up at her unable to move.
"Please, no," the man muttered. "Please......."
Becky slammed the knife down into the man's chest, pulled up and slammed
down again. Each time, she heard a gurgling sound from deep within the man's
body. Time after time she slammed the knife into the body until there was no
motion and no sound.
The blonde girl was in a state of shock just sitting there staring. Becky
stood up and grabbed the girl by the arm.
"C'mon, Jill," Becky said with urgency, "we have to get out of here."
The girl did not move.
"C'mon Jill," Becky pleaded, "Now. We HAVE to get out of here."
Still the girl remained motionless...staring at the dead body in front of
her.
"Shit," Becky thought. She tugged roughly on the girls arm and tried to
pull her to her feet. Finally the girl seemed to come back to reality and
stood up.
At that moment, the front door swung open and one of the biker girls
appeared.
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