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PARKER12 (Wedding Present 1/2)
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.
WEDDING PRESENT 1/2
By Parker
WARNING: This story contains rather a lot of non-consensual
sexual activity (ie. rape). If this sort of fantasy offends
you, please stop reading now. Consider yourself warned.
Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to distribute far and
wide (unchanged, of course), but please be discrete.
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"What is this place?"
"I dunno. It doesn't appear on the map."
"Like... as if it would."
The night-shuttered town passed quickly by, no more than a
ramshackle outline of dark, beaten down wooden houses clustered
around the dim intersection. There were no light, no sign of life
as the car carrying the three girls passed through and then
exited the small community. No sign of life until...
"Look." A hand pointed from the passenger seat at a
flickering light just ahead at the side of the road. "It looks
like..."
"I see it."
"Let's stop there and ask directions."
"Like... duh."
The large, powder blue convertible pulled into the parking
lot and glided into an empty space. Sharla Thomkins, the driver,
switched off the motor and shot a frown back over her tanned
shoulder. "Let me see the map," she said petulantly. "God knows
where you've gotten us."
The girl in the back seat, Beth Stanton, sighed and handed
forward the half-folded map. It hadn't been her fault they'd got
lost. Sharla always had to have things her own way. Beth had
tried to tell her to take the last turnoff to the highway, but
Sharla had refused. Even when Tracy, sitting the front passenger
seat, had agreed about the route, Sharla had insisted on ignoring
the directions.
She'd known better.
As always.
Her car; her map; her vacation.
Twisting her head, Beth looked about at their immediate
surroundings while the two girls in the front seat examined the
map. They were in the parking lot of what appeared to be some
sort of tavern. Cracking and buzzing, the faded neon sign blinked
out the name of the establishment like a single, blinking eye:
the "Longhorn". The tavern itself appeared to be a single story
wooden structure. The blackened windows gave no clue as to what
was happening inside, but the sodden growl of rock music seeped
through the closed doors and out into the mostly empty night-
black parking lot.
Despite the warmth of the air - it *was* spring break in
southern California - Beth shivered. The tavern was located on
the outskirts of the small town, the name of which the two girls
in the front seat were attempting to discover, but from the
parking lot the building appeared to be standing by itself in the
desert. Just the black outline the building, serving as a
backdrop for the blinking, cyclopean neon eye of the sign. That,
about a dozen motorcycles and a couple of rusted, beat-up pickup
trucks lying fallow in the parking lot, and they might as well
have been alone in the world.
Beth shivered again as the strains of the Rolling Stones
song "Under My Thumb" started up from inside the tavern. Some
vacation this was turning out to be. They'd planned to spend the
week on a beach in Mexico, but instead...
"It's not here." Beth was drawn from her thoughts by the
sound of Sharla's voice from the front seat confirming what she
already knew.
They were lost.
Tracy turned her head and brushed away her shoulder length
auburn hair. "That place looks open," she said. "Let's ask for
directions."
Sharla shook her head and sighed. "I guess we'd better," she
agreed reluctantly. "I could use a drink." The tall blond girl
opened the door and slid off the seat, glancing over at Beth as
she got out of the car. "Last time I ask you to navigate," she
muttered.
Beth ignored the comment.
It was just Sharla being Sharla.
*****
"Check it out."
Riko looked up from where he had been peering suspiciously
at the pool table. The door to the tavern swung shut just as he
turned and focused on the three newcomers. "Fuck," he muttered,
picking up his beer from the edge of the table. "Rich bitches."
His companion, Tony, grunted in agreement, sneering behind
his sparse, not-quite beard. "Bitches must have taken a wrong
turn. Sure as shit wouldn't come here on purpose."
The three girls did look out of place. The first one was a
tall, slender blonde. Her short hair was stylishly cut, nicely
framing her elfin face and large blue eyes. The cut and colour of
her blouse was perfectly set off by a flawless tan only money
could buy.
Even in California.
The second girl was shorter and heavier, but not
unattractive. She had reddish-brown, shoulder length hair and a
open, friendly face. The third girl was the least attractive of
the group, with stringy red hair and a face marred by what
appeared to be either a large cluster of freckles or some kind of
birthmark.
Decent body, though.
All three girls looked about at the interior of the tavern
with barely concealed disgust. It wasn't a particularly nice
place, and certainly not the kind of establishment frequented by
girls like these. Usually it was packed with loud, sweaty men
from the nearby farms and ranches. On that particular night,
however, it was populated almost entirely by The Red Devils, a
bike gang. With the exception of a few old-timers too sodden with
liquor to tell the difference (or care), the regulars had wisely
steered well clear. The gang's reputation - at least partly
accurate - had preceded them.
*****
Sharla Thomkins, 20 years old and the only daughter of rich
and indulgent parents, was not used to waiting. And, as a result,
she was not very good at it.
"Hey," she yelled over the strains of the music, "Can we get
a drink over here?"
"Sharla!" Beth tried to quiet her friend. The three girls
had sat at a table at the back of the tavern. Both Tracy and Beth
had very quickly expressed second thoughts about the wisdom of
staying, but Sharla had insisted. She wanted a drink. Besides,
they still needed directions. As usual, the other two girls had
given in to their friend's wishes, but still... There was no need
to attract any more attention than necessary.
But try telling that to Sharla.
The blonde slumped back in her chair when it became apparent
that the bartender either hadn't heard her demand or had chosen
to ignore it. "What is this place?" the blonde complained. "Can't
we even get a drink?"
"Sharla," Tracy cautioned. "Maybe we should just leave."
"Yeah," Beth agreed, running a worried hand through her
curly, red hair. "We can get directions somewhere else."
"Nonsense." Sharla got to her feet. "Don't be such babies.
Nothing's going to happen. I'll just go order something to drink
and ask for directions."
The blonde turned and walked towards the bar while her two
friends looked on apprehensively. This was going to be
embarrassing...
Richard "Bear" Ash sat at the bar, morosely nursing his
fourth beer of the night. Good night to get drunk, he reflected,
downing the remaining alcohol in one last gulp and gesturing to
the bartender for another. As the leader of the Red Devils, Bear
was not usually given to moodiness and depression, but tonight
was different. He was not a young man any more, and... well, the
root of his problems was Patty. Things weren't going...
"Shit," he muttered, taking a long pull of his beer.
Just then, a tall blonde came up beside him. "Hey you," she
called at the bartender, who was busily drawing a huge mug of
beer. "How does a girl get a drink around here?" The bartender
just grunted at her and went on with his task; from the number of
mugs lined up in front of him, it was going to be taking a while.
The blonde sighed and sat herself down on a bar stool.
Bear couldn't resist looking at her out of the corner of his
eye. Not bad, he conceded. Decent face; nice lips - he
momentarily imagined them wrapped around his cock, an image
arousing an immediate stirring in his groin; tits a bit small,
though. Bear liked his women with a bit of meat on their bones;
something to hold onto, to keep a man warm at night.
Like Patty.
Still, not bad...
Sharla, often the subject of masculine attention, knew when
she was being looked over. She glanced over at him. The guy
wasn't bad looking, for a biker type. He was quite tall and
heavy, more muscle than fat, with a thick black beard. Not her
type, but not bad looking at all. She looked over at the
bartender, who was not even halfway finished pouring his way
through the queue of waiting mugs.
Should she?
Well... why the hell not? Give the clod here a thrill and
keep herself amused while she waited for a drink and some
directions.
Smiling slightly, Sharla leaned back in the stool and
stretched her tanned arms. This pushed her chest forward against
her blouse, making the most of her smallish breasts.
She glanced over; he was looking alright.
Pretending embarrassment, she leaned forward and smiled
shyly at the man sitting beside her. "Uh... hello," she said.
"Hi there." The man had a deep, growly voice, surprisingly
quiet.
"I'm Sharla."
"Bear," he grunted, taking a pull on his beer.
"Your name is Bear?"
The man grunted again and shrugged his shoulders.
This wasn't getting her anywhere. Sharla decided to pull out
all the stops. "It's hot in here, isn't it?" she asked, undoing
the top button on her blouse. Sure enough, the man's eyes
dropped, following the open V of her top. Sharla leaned forward
slightly, bringing her face close to his, laughing inside as his
eyes followed her chest. "Maybe you can help us," she said, voice
soft and seductive. "We need directions."
The man's gaze slowly rose until he looked her in the eye.
He licked his lips. "Directions?" he asked.
Sharla nodded, fingering the next button on her blouse. "You
look like a man who... knows his way around..."
The man nodded, swallowing dryly, and Sharla had to restrain
herself from bursting out in laughter. He looked tough, but he
was as easy to tease as those geeks back at college. Men! They
were all the same...
*****
No one had ever accused Patty Baker of being shy. Loud...
brash... obnoxious (although never to her face) maybe. But not
shy.
And that was why, when she saw that stuck-up little blonde
bitch coming on to her man - HER MAN! - she didn't hesitate.
Maybe things weren't going too well between her and Bear, but
this was too much. A couple of the more sensible gang members got
out of her way and there was a general murmur of anticipation as
Patty strode angrily across the room towards the bar. The blonde
girl was toying sexily with the top of her blouse, and smiling at
the man beside her when Patty grabbed her by one scrawny shoulder
and pulled her off the stool. Surprised, the girl staggered back
into a table and tumbled to the floor.
Patty turned angrily to Bear and...
Sharla stared upwards from the floor in shocked disbelief.
She just couldn't believe it: someone had assaulted her and
thrown her to the floor. The blonde girl scrambled quickly to her
feet and stared at her assailant. She saw a woman, about mid-
twenties maybe; quite heavy, with large breasts and wide hips.
The woman had a flushed, piggy face and thick red hair which fell
loosely to her shoulders.
The bitch...
"Hey you bitch!" Sharla exploded, face red with anger. "What
the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The redhead turned and looked at her in surprise.
"Huh?"
"You fucking pig!" Sharla continued. "How dare you touch
me."
The man - Bear - started to chuckle. His quiet laughter only
served to make Sharla even madder. Blind with rage, she strode
forward and brought her hand around to slap the other girl across
the face. The woman seemed stunned by the blow, face reddening
where Sharla's hand had made contact.
The tavern fell silent as Patty reached up to touch her
burning cheek. No one had struck her in... well, ever since she
had started hanging with Bear. None of the men would dare touch
her and the women... they knew better. Even without Bear's
protection, she could kick the shit out of any bitch (and half
the guys) in the gang. And now this snotty little rich cunt had
struck her...
Patty felt the familiar burn and bile of anger work its way
up from her stomach and through her body, threatening to
overwhelm her and send her into a fit of blind rage. She wanted -
she needed - to kick the shit out of the little blonde bitch
right now... but there were certain rules, certain things that
couldn't be done without the permission of the leader. One of
those was to enter into a fight with a "civilian".
Oh, but she wanted...
"Bear?" She glanced at the large man - still her lover.
Bear looked down at her and then over at the blonde girl. He
smiled slightly behind his beard. "Go to it," he said mildly.
"She's all yours."
That was all the permission Patty needed.
"Oh my god!"
Tracy and Beth looked on in horror as the heavy redhead
jumped forward and attacked their friend. Sharla was fighting
back - spitting and kicking for all she was worth - but the other
girl seemed to be too much for her. The redhead sunk her fist
deep into the blonde girl's stomach, and, as the taller girl
folded, she brought her other hand around in a vicious slap/punch
that sent Sharla spinning to the floor.
"Had enough, bitch?" the redhead asked.
Shaking her head, more to clear it than in answer to her
attacker's question, Sharla slowly got to her feet. Grinning, the
redhead moved forward.
"We have to help her," Tracy said. She pushed back her seat
to get up, but immediately felt a heavy hand on her shoulder,
pushing her back down. She turned and looked up to see one of the
bikers, a large black man, grinning down at her.
"Don't," he warned. "Let them settle it."
Tracy shot a look at Beth, but there was another biker
standing behind her as well. Fearful, she relaxed back into her
chair: there was nothing she could do.
Patty felt the familiar rush of almost sexual pleasure which
came from beating up on a weaker person. The blonde bitch had
been tougher than she'd looked, but was no match for the gang
member. Grunting with effort, Patty threw another roundhouse
slap, rocking the blonde girl back against a table and then down
onto her knees. Tears streaming down her face, she struggled to
get up, but couldn't.
She was finished.
Triumphant, Patty reached down, grabbed the beaten girl by
her short, blonde hair and jerked her head up. "Learned your
lesson bitch?" The blonde girl, dazed, reached up and tried
weakly to dislodge the other girl's hand from her hair. Patty
laughed. "Want more, huh?"
Sharla groaned, half conscious as the other girl grabbed the
collar of her blouse and ripped it down the front. The buttons
snapped off and flew in all directions as the large redhead
pulled the blouse apart all the way down to the skirt. Sharla
hadn't worn a bra - she had often bragged to the other girls at
BCN that her breasts were so firm they didn't need one - and her
tits were clearly visible to everyone in the bar. The guys all
got instant hard-ons when Patty, laughing, reached forward and
grabbed one of the smaller girl's tits.
"Not bad for a college bitch," she sneered, "but not nearly
enough to steal my man."
If he still was her man. Suddenly angry, she tugged at
Sharla's breast, forcing the blonde to spin around on her knees
and face Bear. "Well?" Patty asked, squeezing viciously. "Waddaya
think? Tiny tits, or what?"
Bear laughed uncomfortably. "Well, a bit scrawny," he
commented, "but Riko over there might like 'em. He likes his
bitches without much meat on 'm."
Riko put the pool cue down and walked slowly forward. He was
a tall, dark skinned man with a greasy, pock-marked face. "Yeah,"
he agreed. "Give her to me. I know how to fix snotty bitches like
her."
Laughing, Patty dragged the blonde to her feet and marched
her over to where Riko was standing. Sharla, finally coming out
of her daze, began to scream and thrash about as she was thrown
into a table. The breath exploded out of her as the edge of the
table caught her in the lower stomach. Gasping, she was pushed
downward until she lay face down over a low table. Her breath
quickly returned, though, and she began screaming again.
"Quiet, bitch," Patty growled, trying to cover the blonde's
mouth. The blonde ignored her, bucking and kicking in panic on
the table. She was so terrified that she lost control of her
bladder and started pissing.
"Fuck!" Riko took a step backwards from where he had been
fondling her ass through the skirt, trying to flick the urine
from his hand.
"Awww... little bitch piss her pants?" Patty jeered, rolling
Sharla's skirt up to her waist. Except for Tony, who stood guard
over the other two girls, the guys all crowded around the table
to watch the piss streaming through the blonde's panties and down
her long, slender legs. After the stream stopped, Patty reached
forward and tore off the piss-soaked panties. Still laughing, the
redhead grabbed a handful of Sharla's hair, jerked her head back,
and jammed the soaking cloth into the girl's mouth. The blonde
gurgled her revulsion, trying desperately to push the foul
tasting cloth from her mouth, but Patty kept her hand firmly over
her prisoner's lips.
The crowd fell momentarily silent, watching the college girl
helplessly squirming on the table, moaning with fear and
humiliation as she was forced to suck on the piss from her
panties.
Then: "I'm gonna fuck her."
It was Riko.
Sharla squealed around the piss gag and tried to buck off
the table, but the redhead and another of the biker girls pushed
down on the small of her back, keeping her firmly pinned down.
Riko, pants down around his knees, positioned himself between the
blonde's naked legs and guided his long, hard cock up against the
exposed entrance of her pussy.
"OK bitch," he growled, "Here we go." With a jerk of his
hips, he rammed his cock straight into her pussy.
Sharla bucked forward on the table, screaming as best she
could behind the panty-gag. Up until that moment, she had never
thought that it would really happen; that they would really rape
her. Scare her... even beat her up a bit.
But not rape her.
The taste of the piss in her mouth was so bad that she felt
like she was going to vomit, but when Riko began pumping his
massive cock in and out of her tight, dry pussy, she began
chewing and sucking, anything to take her mind off the pain and
humiliation of being fucked in front of all these bikers, liked
some kind of sleazy whore. Sharla was not a virgin, but she had
never felt anything like this before. This brutal pounding in and
out of her pussy... It felt as though she was being torn to
pieces.
"C'mon Riko," Patty taunted. "Fuck her good."
Riko grunted in agreement. The tall, greasy biker reached
down, grabbed Sharla's slender hips and hauled her back, fucking
his cock forward as hard as he could. Sharla screamed at this
increase in pain, but Riko ignored her, fucking for all he was
worth.
Patty leaned down and shoved her face in front of Sharla's
wide, pain-filled eyes. "Wattsa matter honey?" The redhead
trailed a finger down her captive's cheek. "I thought this was
what you wanted."
The redhead had pulled her hand away from Sharla's mouth,
allowing the blonde to spit the panties from her mouth.
"Nooo....!" The girl bucked and squirmed on the table, but she
was securely pinned by the biker's cock. "No. Please... s-stop
this... don't... please..."
Laughing, Patty ignored the girl's frenzied pleadings. She
gestured to another one of the guys, pointing at Sharla's face
and open mouth. He didn't have to be told twice. He stepped
forward with a large grin on his face, unzipped his pants and
slipped his cock in between her red, wet lips. "Uhmmm..." The
blonde college girl moaned and twisted her head, but it was no
use; she was stuck. The biker just gripped her short blonde hair
and started fucking his cock in and out of her face, forcing her
to deepthroat him.
By this time, Riko was just about ready to come. Grunting,
he brutally slammed his cock in and out of Sharla's tortured
pussy, jamming her face even further onto the other guy's cock.
Finally, he stiffened and came. Sharla squealed with anger and
humiliation as she felt his hot jism boil out into her pussy. He
held his cock inside her for a moment, and then relaxed. The
blonde girl sighed with relief when Riko pulled out, but her
respite was short lived: another cock quickly took its place,
rudely sliding into her now well-lubricated pussy, stuffing it
full, and then fucking in and out.
Patty couldn't help but feel aroused as she watched the
blonde college bitch whine and buck on the table in front of her.
She'd never thought that she would find another female
attractive, but this girl... well, maybe it wasn't the girl;
maybe it was the rape. Maybe...
Tommy started to grunt like he was about to come. With a
quick glance at Bear, who was watching intently, Patty reached
down and slid his cock from behind the captive's glistening lips.
The girl coughed and hacked as the penis was pulled away, trying
desperately to spit the taste from her mouth.
"What?" Tommy looked puzzled, but Patty just smiled and
nodded at the blonde. With a few practised strokes of her hand,
the redhead expertly brought the gang member to orgasm. As he
came, she held the cock right in front of the girl's face,
sending long, sticky ropes of white sperm cascading over her
face. Sharla gasped and tried to turn her head, but it was too
late. Her face and hair were soaked in sperm.
"Nooo...." Her cries were cut off as another biker came up
and buried his cock in her wailing mouth...
Sharla grunted in pain as yet another biker thrust his cock
inside her sopping pussy. It was the third or fourth; she had
already lost track. She wanted to push away, to wriggle off the
invading cock, but she couldn't get any leverage with her arms
pinned behind her back. Bent over the table, legs spread and
mouth gaping around a slick penis, she was a helpless target for
whoever wanted to fuck her exposed, dripping pussy.
The guy behind her started fucking her so fast and hard her
nose was pushed straight into the pubic hair of the man whose
cock she was inadvertently deep throating. Gurgling and
squirming, the sweat-soaked girl tried to relax her straining
pussy as much as she could, desperate to lessen the pain of the
brutal fucking. But it was useless. The cock was just too large
and the fucking too violent. Despite her best efforts, each
thrust drove a wave of pain up from her ravaged pussy and through
her body.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp, stinging pain on her ass.
Someone had delivered a burning slap. "C'mon you little whore,"
the man behind her growled. "Shake your whore ass. Fuck me back
you useless cunt." The man punctuated his demands by landing
another powerful slap on her thigh.
Sharla squealed with pain, but did as she was ordered. The
blonde coed squirmed back until her feet reached for floor and
used the leverage to push her reddening ass back against the
invading cock. Every plunge of the cock made a wet, squishing
sound in her pussy as the invader displaced the thick globs of
sperm left from the previous fuckings.
Sharla felt her face reddening with humiliation at the
sounds. Her humiliation was compounded moments later when she
heard a female voice - the redhead - laughing: "Look at the
little whore fuck Barry," the woman said. "She's fucking like a
pro!" Sharla felt tears dripping down her cheeks, running tracks
through the caked-on sperm.
"Well," came another voice, male this time, "she's not much
of a cocksucker."
"I'll see what I can do."
Out of the corner of her eye, Sharla saw a face approach her
own. "Listen up, you scuzzy little slut." It was the redhead
again. "You're not giving my friend here much of a cocksucking.
What's the matter? Don't they teach you how to suck cock up at
that fancy school of yours?" Sharla moaned and tried to shake her
head, but the other woman just ignored her. "Now I'm gonna
release one of your hands. You're gonna reach around, and use it
on my friend's cock. Just wrap your little slut fingers around
the base and run it up and down..."
Sharla felt one of her hands being released. She immediately
brought it down to the table and tried to push away, but the
other woman reached down under her chest and grabbed a nipple
between her thumb and forefinger. The pain as she squeezed and
twisted was far worse than anything she had yet faced. Squealing
and bucking, the blonde girl grasped the base of the man's cock
and started running her long fingers up and down in time with her
bobbing mouth.
Following instructions.
"Good little cocksucker." The pressure on the nipple
decreased, but the redhead kept the hold. "Now," she continued,
"Run your tongue along the underside and suck gently..."
The lesson continued for a good five minutes as the woman
gave Sharla a crash course in cocksucking. At the end of it, the
man came, spurting hot jism all down the inside of the coed's
throat as she was forced to swallow as best she could.
The softening cock was pulled out, leaving a long trail of
slime down the blonde's chin. "Please," Sharla gasped, panting
for air. "No more. No..."
Her pleas were cut off as a third cock was slipped into her
open mouth. "Now show the nice man what you've learned. OK?" The
redhead punctuated her 'request' with a sharp twist of her
captive's nipple. Sharla groaned and immediately went to work on
the new cock, using all of her new-found skills to give the man
as much pleasure as possible. "That's it." The redhead gave her
student an approving pat on the head as she straightened up.
Sharla choked, but kept at it.
She knew the consequences of refusal...
END PART ONE
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