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The Adventures of Lisa - Chapter 30
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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? The Adventures of Lisa ??
? Copyright © 1985 By Adults Only ??
? CHAPTER 30 ??
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C h a p t e r 30
"You, muther fucker, get the fuck out of here," the hand holding her
seat mates neck hoisted him and rolled him over the seat back forward,
tumbling him to the aisle. He stumbled to his feet and rapidly left the
theater, as Lisa's legs were pulled by the men in the seats on each side of
her, spreading her legs wide.
"Do you want to make a wish Charlie?" The man still holding her breast
too tightly asked the other. "We can split her like a turkey bone."
Charlie laughed, pulling at her thigh, sliding his fingers to tangle
into the soft hair of her cunt.
"Yeah muther fucker, I'll make a wish, I wish I had her in Oakland at
the clubhouse. I'd show her how cunt is supposed to be eaten."
"Stand up sweetheart. Charlie's going to get his wish. You walk nice
and quiet or I'll twist your tit off and cram it down your throat, you
hear?"
Lisa was surrounded and guided to the door at the left of the screen,
down the balcony steps one by one, and then to the door. They pulled her
roughly, the pain in her breast causing her lips to thin. Charlie kept up a
low whisper as they walked, telling her that he was going to really hurt
her if she made a sound. Lisa was deathly quiet as she walked.
They passed through the exit door into the dark parking lot at the rear
of the theater, where Lisa could see their motor cycles parked. Charlie
asked the thug holding her tit, whose bike Lisa would ride.
"She rides Big Eddie's bike, right sweetheart. Wouldn't you just love to
ride with me?" The leader twisted her tit. "I'll ride with you if you'll
just quit hurting my breast. If you don't let go of me, I'll scream
rape," Lisa's voice hissed at him.
Big Eddie's hand moved so fast that Lisa didn't see it. He punched
three fingers hard into her abdomen, taking her breath away, she couldn't
breath, couldn't speak, and her lungs labored to get air, as Big Eddie
swung one leg over his bike. He pulled her roughly onto the seat behind
him. "Put your arms around me, hold on and shut up. If you so much as make
a peep, or even look funny, I'll stick my whole fist in your gut. If you
think three fingers was bad, wait until you feel my hard fist in your
belly. Now hang on.
He started the bike, the others following, and the bunch rode out onto
the street, making a u-turn, scooting across traffic which braked to a stop
before the onslaught of the bikers. Lisa clung to Big Eddie, shoving her
purse into her lap and holding it with her body against his. Her dress
flowed over her legs and hips, exposing her bare ass and thighs. Lisa tried
to use one hand t hold it down, but she decided it was better to have a
bare ass waving in the breeze than to have a skin full of concrete.
Up Alameda street to Highway 17 and north to Oakland. Lisa clinging to
Big Eddie's waist, her hands clasped in front, feeling the heavy slab of
muscle that was his belly move and twist, as he rode the bike at seventy
five or eighty down the well lit highway. The group wove in and out of
traffic, passing cars left, right and on the shoulder. His belly muscles
were like iron bands, shifting under her clasped hands. Her legs flashed
bare in wind, the skirt bunched high around her thighs popping in the air.
Lisa pressed the side of her face against Big Eddie's back and that
helped to keep her hair from blowing in her eyes.
It was a long ride, up through east Oakland to the foothills and into a
canyon with an wrought iron gate. One of the bikers unlocked and opened
the gate, and the rest roared through, to pull up after several sharp turns
onto a circular driveway in front of a big two story rambling house of
redwood and glass.
"Come on, cunt. Let's go," Eddie grabbed her shoulder and roughly thrust
her toward the front door. Lisa tried to walk with an air of superiority,
but Big Eddie planted his booted foot in her swinging ass with a kick,
knocking her to the ground.
"When I say, Let's go. I mean you better run, slut," Eddie pulled her to
her feet and pushed her to the door. Lisa ran the short distance to the
door, twisted the handle and entered.
The interior was beautiful, soft two tone brown and orange carpet
spreading from wall to wall, furniture built into a play pen, soft couches
centered around a polished wood table, big brass highly polished lamps
around the room, and at the end of the room, a pool.
Books lined one wall, some leather bound with gilt lettering. Lisa
started to examine the books when Eddie pointed to a door.
"Beer."
Lisa went immediately to and through the door. A big kitchen, copper
pots hung from the ceiling around a butcher block cooking table that was
huge. The sink was made of copper and gleamed. The dish washer, stove and
refrigerator were all of polished copper and beautiful. She opened one of
the two refrigerators and saw it well stocked with food, but no beer.
The other had nothing but beer, stacked from bottom to top, every brand
she had heard of and some she hadn't. Lisa took two Miller's and scampered
back to the big living room. "What the fuck's this. Two beers? You think
you and I are gonna drink beer, slut?
"Now get your ass moving and get us all some beers," he waved at the
other bikers lounging in the room. Lisa quickly counted eleven, and headed
to the kitchen. Finding a swedish steel tray, she loaded it with nine beer
bottles and trotted back, careful not to let the bottles fall off the tray.
She served the grabbing hands the beer, trying to fend off the grabs at her
legs. One bald biker ran his hand up her thigh until his thumb was nestled
in her cunt wiggling in the wetness. She pulled away and served until the
tray was empty.
Eddie held the cold frosty bottle to his mouth and drained half, then
one more swallow and the other half. "Beer."
Lisa ran to the refrigerator, piled beer bottles on the tray and ran
back. Three more trips to the thirsty bikers until the drinking slowed.
When Lisa returned to the kitchen, she tested the back door and found it
locked with a dead bolt lock, a key was required to open it from the
inside. No escape that way, and how was she going to get home from way out
here in the foothills, anyway.
Back in the living room, Eddie yelled at her.
"Hey slut. Get your fuck'en ass out here."
Lisa grabbed a tray full of beer and quickly went through the doorway to
the other room. Eddie had her purse in his hands and was looking at the
contents of her wallet.
"Lisa Anne Williams, is that your name, slut?" Lisa nodded watching him
looking at her drivers license. Big Eddie took her license from the window
in her wallet, putting it in his shirt pocket. Not a problem, Lisa thought,
I can always report it lost and get another replacement.
"I know your name slut, and I know where you live. If you give us any
trouble, I'll come around some dark night or send some of my friends, and
pay you a visit. You understand me, slut?"
Lisa nodded yes.
"Good. Now we understand each other. You like Bikers, don't you slut,"
Eddie looked at Lisa with a grin.
"I don't know any bikers, I don't know you, and I don't like to be
called Slut. My name's Lisa," she said showing just a little spirit, not
sure how Eddie would react, but she wasn't a maid and she didn't feel she
should have to get beer and run their errands.
"We know what you like. You like to have your cunt eaten in movies by
strange men, don't you Slut?" Eddie's head nodded as he agreed with
himself. Lisa was silent, wishing she had gone to Chicago, or stayed home
or was anywhere but here with these crazy motorcycle bums.
Hey, Rat Fucker. Get over here," a biker ambled over to Big Eddie and
stood scratching his balls through his Levi's. "Rat Fucker, you stink. I
smelled you at the movie and I can smell you now. You get in the pool
and wash off the stink and I'll let you eat the slut's cunt out."
The biker called Rat Fucker protested that he hadn't had time to shower
tonight and he had been working on his bike all day, but Eddie yelled him
down.
"Get in the water, Rat Fucker, like I told you!" Rat Fucker took a fast
walk to the pool, pulling off his shirt as he ambled to the water. He sat
on the edge, pulling off his boots and socks, then peeled his tight Levi
over his hips. Naked he fell into the pool with a big splash.
"Go upstairs and comb your hair. Then take off your dress. I want to
see you coming down those stairs naked in less than five minutes. Do you
understand me, Slut?"
Lisa nodded and started for the stairway.
"Slut Come back here, and listen to me. If you do what you're told, I
won't hurt you, and I'll make sure no one else hurts you. Also, I won't
visit you some dark night. If you keep your cool, you won't regret it. One
more thing, when you get to the top of the stairs, I want to see some of
your sweet ass. Understand?"
Big Eddie looked hard at Lisa to see if she understood him, then nodded
to the stairs.
Lisa fled up the stairs and stopped at the landing at the top, looking
back over her shoulder, saw Big Eddie and the bikers watching her. She took
the sides of her dress in her hands, and flipped it up over her wiggling
ass. Then smiling over her shoulder, fled from the landing, looking into
the doors for a bathroom or bedroom.
The upper floor was six bedrooms, all with a bath attached, each
beautifully and tastefully furnished. Lisa returned to the second from the
top of the stairs, a room with mirrors as walls, and looking up, a mirror
covering the whole ceiling. A bed, custom built larger than king sized,
held center stage. Lisa wished she had the video camera and an orgy to
film on this bed.
She pulled her dress over her head, and took her purse to the bathroom.
She ran the brush through her blonde hair until it was placed in soft
waves, then the comb to style it. Leaving her shoes on, she paused in front
of the mirror, sucking flat stomach even flatter, looking at her curved ass
and pointed globular titties. She looked great and knew she looked great.
The luscious blonde knew she wasn't in any kind of trouble. She could
focus her power on any of the bikers any time she wanted. If they gave her
any big problems, she'd have them sucking each other's cocks! She'd have
them doing what she wanted in just a matter of seconds. She decided to let
the adventure flow, as long as it didn't result in any harm to her.
Also, the thought of having sex with a bunch of rough motor cycle riders
was beginning to sexually excite her. Lisa found a washcloth, dampening
it under warm water, washed her crotch, polishing her pussy lips with he
wet cloth. She got the brush and fluffed up her pussy hair, then dove into
her purse and clutched lipstick brush and small makeup box, feverishly
highlighting her features and coating her lips. as she twisted the gold
lipstick holder, watching the red slick greasy lipstick protrude, Lisa
giggled to herself. It look so like Dumdum's cock slithering from his hairy
sheath. Lipstick was so sensuous.
Dropping everything on the counter, running to the top of the stairs,
Lisa took a deep breath and turned the corner, ready to start down. Less
than five minutes elapsed time. She stood at the top of the stairs, posing
while the room fell slowly silent, the conversation dying, then step by
slow step she descended the stairs, her full globular breasts quivering
with each step. She was pleased at her sculpting of her tits, feeling them
sway and quiver with each step down. Each step jarred her body, causing her
breasts to bob down, then rebound.
She was pleased with her nipples. She'd even corrected that stupid
inverted nipple. Lisa was getting excited with the feeling of her breasts
shifting on her rib cage, and seeing the bikers below staring up the steps
at her.
"It's about time you got back. Now you look good enough to eat. You
don't look like a slut anymore, you look like a hot to trot filly. Now
Filly, get your sweet ass over in the pool and let Rat Fucker suck your
cunt until I tell you to come back."
Lisa walked slowly through the bikers lounging on the floor and couch.
None touched her and she imagined Big Eddie had put out instructions while
she was upstairs.
The pool had lights on under the water, a orange tile bottom and black
chrome fittings around the edges. About ten by fifteen, it was a small
pool. She walked to the edge noticing the pool looked to be the same depth
all over, since Rat Fucker stood naked in the center, the water just higher
than his waist.
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