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Wedding Present
by Parker (address withheld)
***
Three women on a road trip to a friend's wedding are
sidetracked when the stop in a tavern to ask directions.
(M+/FFF, nc, rp, gb, v, oral, anal)
***
"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 color 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 cock-sucking. 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 cock-sucking. 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 chocked, but kept at it.
She knew the consequences of refusal...
"Fuck, I want some of that."
The biker who had been standing behind Beth moved away
towards the table where Sharla strained to please the
men who were fucking her from both ends. The girl
started to stand up, but the guy behind Tracy just
looked over at her and leered. "Want to join in?" he
asked.
Swallowing, the red haired girl sat slowly down. The
black man laughed, reaching down to fondle Tracy's large
breasts. Tracy moaned quietly and a tear trickled down
her face, but she didn't protest..
Sharla felt the jism boil over into her ravaged pussy as
the guy fucking her from behind pulled out. Sharla
squirmed at the sudden emptiness, disgusted at the
feeling of the thick, cooling fluid as it dribbled out
of her sopping pussy and down the inside of her thighs.
She was careful, however, to keep her tongue and lips
moving over the thick cock in her mouth.
Her tongue was coated with sperm, pre-cum and drool, and
it was all she could do to keep from throwing up at the
thought of that repulsive mixture sliding down her
throat. Still, she sucked as best she could;
enthusiastically bobbing her cum-covered face up and
down on the cock, teasing the tip of it with her tongue
and as she polished it with her long, cool fingers.
Doing as she had been taught.
The blonde girl couldn't help but squeal in apprehension
as she felt another person move up behind her.
Instinctively, she widened her stance, spreading her
pussy to lessen the pain of the intrusion.
But it wasn't her pussy he was interested in.
"NO!" Her frantic, pain-filled scream gurgled out from
around the face-impaling cock as the man behind her
slowly, but steadily forced his cock up her anal
passage. Her legs left the floor and kicked wildly in
the air, desperate to push her away from the pain and
degradation of this latest attack. Spitting cum and
drool, she opened her mouth and tried to pull away, but
the man in front of her just grabbed her head and forced
his cock even further down her throat.
After what seemed like an eternity, the cock was fully
inserted, buried deeply up her ass. Sharla stopped
kicking and lay, limp and exhausted, on the table,
afraid to move. Then, she heard the inevitable voice:
"What's the matter tiny-tits? Never had a cock up the
ass?" Sharla moaned her response, lips still stretched
around the cock. "Well," the voice continued, "it's time
to learn. A scuzzy slut like you, your cunt's pretty
well fucked out. Gotta learn to satisfy a man with your
ass."
"Mmmmm..."
"That's right cunt face. You start fucking back right
now. And don't forget your cock-sucking lessons while
you're at it."
No. She wouldn't do it.
There was no way they could...
"Ahhhh..." Without warning, the abused coed felt a
vicious sting on her back, followed by a deep, burning
pain. Another... then another... and then a third. She
squirmed on the table, trying to avoid the pain, but it
was relentless. Blow after blow rained down on her
unprotected flesh, sending spasms of pain through her
tortured body, building... burning...
Until finally...
With a groan of utter defeat, Sharla planted her feet
and started bucking her ass back up against the impaling
cock. The switch fell one more time before she
remembered the cock in her mouth. Sobbing, she slid her
lips up and began slurping hungrily as she heard a
female voice laughing above her.
Bear watched, a small smile on his lips, as the skinny
little college bitch started to fuck back against the
cock impaling her ass. Patty was sure having a field
day! The redhead's face was flushed and her eyes
sparkled as she stood beside the table, directing
proceedings with the aid of the leather riding crop she
kept in her pack. He'd always meant to ask her about it,
but had never gotten around to doing so.
Well, now he knew.
As he watched, Bear couldn't help but think back on his
relationship with the redhead. He and Patty had been
riding together for almost a year now. Unlike most of
the other gang chicks, Patty had her own bike, and
participated as a full member of the gang. Their
relationship had been a stormy one, plenty of fun all
around, but Bear had a hard time staying with just one
woman. Lately, he had begun to feel a little bored; a
little confined.
A little distracted.
And Bear, for the first time in his life, had begun to
feel insecure. About himself; about her; about
everything. His usual practice had been to hook himself
up with one of the babes who followed the gang, having a
good time, but dumping them long before things got
permanent.
But Patty... she was different.
Like no chick he had ever seen before.
And, deep down, he didn't want to lose her...
Impaled by cock at both ends of her slender, sweat-
soaked body, Sharla squirmed in pain and humiliation.
But as she did so, as she once again buried her nose in
sticky pubic hair in order to shove her ass back against
the cock, something strange happened. Her pussy spasmed,
and, as it rubbed against the edge of the table, she
felt something so terrible, so unexpected, that it sent
a new wave of humiliation washing through her abused
body.
Pleasure.
Her clit seemed to buzz, and an itching heat began to
spread through her body, up through her stomach and into
her nipples as they were dragged back and forth against
the top of the table. Slowly, but steadily, the heat
began to build, until finally her moans became signs of
pleasure rather than pain.
If there was a difference.
Finally, she came just as the cock in her mouth twitched
and dumped its load of hot jism into her already cum-
filled mouth. "Ahhhh..." Her soft cry of pleasure came
out a confused gurgle as the cum in her mouth bubbled up
and erupted out from between her lips and dribbled down
her chin. The abused blonde began to cough and choke,
sending a glob of sperm up into the roof of her mouth
and out through her nose.
"Jeez, the fucking slut is getting off."
"Of course she is," came the redhead's voice. "She's
just a scuzzy little cum-bag. Needs a good rape to get
her off." Sharla felt a hand grab hold of her short
blonde hair and jerk her head up. "Isn't that right
tiny-tits?" Sharla coughed again, letting another glob
of cum drool over her lower lip and onto her face. The
redhead laughed and released her grip, allowing her
captive's face to drop.
Bear had seen enough.
His cock felt like it was about to burst the seams of
his battered jeans. He preferred his women with a little
more meat on them, but there was something about the way
the little college bitch was squirming about on the
table that sent the blood pulsing though his cock. And
Patty... well, he wasn't sure what she'd say if he
wanted to fuck her prisoner.
But it was worth giving it a try.
The cock slid out of her abused asshole with an audible
plop. Groggily, Sharla fought back a whine at the sudden
emptiness; she had come three times while being fucked
up her ass. She didn't know why - didn't even want to
think about it; but the feeling was undeniable.
Still, enough was enough.
The blonde coed groaned as strong hands gripped her
shoulders and turned her around so that she was laying
face up on the table. She tried to push herself up with
her hands, but her ass slipped in the pool of sweat and
cum that had congealed between her legs, and the redhead
pulled her back down with a fistful of hair. Sharla
groaned, but didn't try to get away. She just lay there,
panting and gasping, her long slender body soaked with
sweat and half dried cum.
Waiting for whatever came next.
She didn't have to wait long.
"Hello Bear." It was the redhead, faced flushed and
breathing heavily. She was speaking to the bearded man
who had been standing at the bar. The one Sharla had
been teasing. "Wanna play?" He was now standing beside
the table, in between Sharla's splayed open legs.
"Well now," the man answered, his voice soft and oddly
formal, "that depends."
"Depends?"
Sharla moaned softly as she felt the girl's grip tighten
in her hair.
"On your say-so," the man answered. "If you say no..."
The redhead grinned widely, the tension of her grip
loosening. "You won't fuck the slut if I ask you not
to?"
The man chuckled. "Hell, Patty. A little scum bucket
like this? Shit... she's good for a fuck or two, a
decent place to dump some sperm, but you... you and
me... well, that's different."
The redhead sighed contentedly. "Do you wanna fuck the
bitch?"
The man nodded. "I surely do."
"Well, what are you waiting for then?" The redhead
laughed. "That's what she's here for."
A big grin creased the man's bearded face as he reached
down and undid his pants.
"Oh... noooo..." Sharla twisted helplessly on the table.
The passion from the previous fuckings had deserted her,
leaving her frightened and humiliated. "No more..."
The redhead reached down and slapped her across the
face. "Shut up you little cunt," she ordered. "This
here's my man, and you're gonna fuck him good."
A fresh rain of tears ran down Sharla's face, but she
didn't resist as the man spread her legs apart,
positioned himself, and ran his large, rigid cock
straight into her abused pussy. "Arrghhhh!!!" Sharla
squealed and bucked in agony at the pain of the renewed
assault. Of all the cocks she had serviced that night,
his was by far the largest. It felt as though she were
being split in two.
A sudden, surge of rage and hatred boiled through her
tortured body. These assholes... these fuckers... these
perverts had raped her and... beaten her... They had no
right to do it... no right to... "Noooooo!!!" The scream
of rage ripped out of her as she bucked and thrashed on
the table, suddenly desperate to free herself of the
cock being fucked in and out of her unwilling pussy.
"You fuckers! Let me go. You bastards! You..."
Her cries were cut off as the redhead brought the
leather crop down on her exposed tits in a vicious
slash. The sudden, overwhelming pain of the crop on her
breasts sucked her breath away, and she flopped
soundlessly on the table for a few instants as her body
twitched and spasmed. The redhead brought the crop
around and slammed it down again... and then again...
and then again... Each blow landing directly on the
coed's tits.
"Eeeahhhh!"
Finally, Sharla managed to gather enough air into her
lungs to start screaming. Her mouth opened wide and a
loud, screeching sound filled the inside of the tavern
as the abused girl twisted and bucked on the table, her
breasts on fire from the whipping. The pain was more
than she could bear; it was...
"Ahhhgrph." The long, banshee wail was cut off as
something dark and damp clamped down over Sharla's open
mouth. Stunned, the girl closed her mouth, trying
desperately to inhale. The smell immediately told her
what had happened. Someone - probably the redhead - had
stuffed their pussy right over her mouth.
The whipping had stopped, but the humiliation was worse.
Almost worse. Sharla closed her mouth as her assailant
rubbed her damp pussy up and down her lower face. There
was no way she was going to open her mouth. No way. It
was just too much.
The redhead, however, was determined.
"Suck my cunt, you little bitch," she growled, grinding
her pussy into the helpless girl's face. Sharla moaned
her refusal. She tried to use her hands, momentarily
free, to push the larger girl off, but it was no use.
She felt unseen hands grab her wrists and pull them
down. The first taste of pussy juice dribbled past her
tightly closed lips, making her stomach heave. "C'mon
tiny-tits," the other girl ordered, "start licking."
Sharla felt a pair of hands grab her exposed tits. "Or
I'll rip your little tits off." That last comments was
punctuated by an abrupt twisting of her tits.
The blonde moaned loudly, determined not to open her
mouth, but couldn't help but scream when she felt her
nipples pinched and twisted. Immediately, her
assailant's pussy was ground downwards, pushing into her
open mouth. Sharla groaned with pain and humiliation,
but there was nothing she could do. It was just too
much. Almost vomiting at the taste, she tentatively
stuck her tongue out and lapped upwards at the other
girl's leaking pussy. The taste repulsed her, and she
almost pulled away, but a quick twist of her nipple
convinced her otherwise. Slowly, and then with
increasing energy, she began to suck and lick the other
girl's pussy.
"She's doing it," the redhead crowed. "The little cunt's
sucking my pussy."
Sharla burned with shame, but continued sucking. As she
slowly got used to the awful taste in her mouth, she
gradually became aware of the fact that she was still
being fucked. The bearded man had stood still for a
couple of minutes as the redhead had forced the captive
to suck her pussy, but now he began moving again. Back
and forth, grinding his large cock in and out of her
sopping pussy.
Against her will, the blonde coed felt the itching heat
building up again in her pussy and spread upwards
through her body. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs
around behind the guy's ass and humped up against him.
Just as she did so, she felt her hands, first the right
and then the left, being wrapped around a pair of cocks.
At first she tried to let go, but a couple of slaps
later she was running her long, delicate fingers up and
down, jerking them off.
Her moans grew as the heat in her pussy slowly spread
throughout her body.
Patty and Bear looked at each other.
Patty saw a man - HER man: tall, handsome with his
thick, black beard. Muscles swelling in his chest and
neck with each pump of his long, hard cock into the
blonde bitch's pussy. He had grabbed the girl's upper
thighs in his two, strong hands and was jerking scrawny
body up against his thick thighs with each powerful
thrust.
Bear saw his woman - not beautiful, not even pretty, but
full of life. Eyes shining... a thin sheen of
perspiration on her upper lip as she ground her pussy
down against the blonde's face. Her large breast
straining against the front of her tee shirt... She was
the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
The couple leaned into each other.
Sharla felt a pair of hands pressing down on her tits,
not twisting, but applying painful pressure, as the
couple leaned in towards each other. Kneading...
squeezing... By now, her pussy was spasming with
uncontrollable lust, and she was sucking and licking for
all she was worth, gulping down the redhead's pussy
juice and bucking her hips upwards to meet the man's
powerful thrusts. And all the time stroking a cock in
each hand...
Beth looked on in amazement, almost forgetting the rough
pair of hands kneading her exposed breasts, as her
school friend thrashed about on the table,
simultaneously satisfying three cocks and one pussy. The
moans emanating from between the redhead's legs were
definitely not moans of pleasure. How could see... what
kind of girl enjoyed being raped like that?
Stunned, she looked over at Tracy, but the other girl
was now on her knees under the table, face partially
hidden by her thick, auburn hair as she bobbed her face
up and down of a thick, black cock.
Beth moaned in fear.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss just as Sharla
orgasmed, and that was enough. More than enough.
Clamping her strong thighs firmly together around the
girl's head, Patty let out a loud gasp and came hard,
squeezing her legs and grinding down on the captive's
mouth. Bear stiffened and, groaning, pumped his load
deep into the girl's pussy. Then the cocks in her hands,
first the one on the right and then the one on her left,
came, each one spurting its thick, white cum all over
her heaving chest.
The room went quiet for a moment, the silence broken
only by the quiet slurping from beneath the table where
Tracy was still working on Tony's cock.
Bear spoke for all concerned: "Fuck. That was wild."
Letting out a loud, braying laugh, Patty opened her legs
and backed away, leaving her victim, face shiny and red
with tears and pussy juice, coughing and sputtering.
Bear pulled his cock out with a quiet, squelching sound.
No longer held down, the blonde slid off the table and
landed on the floor with a loud thud.
She lay there for a moment, limp and trembling, until
another of the bikers, his cock hard again, dragged her
to his chair and stuffed her tear-stained face into his
crotch. Obediently, she encircled the offered cock with
her lips and began bobbing her head up and down on it.
Bear did up his pants as he slowly looked around at the
wreckage of the bar. During the gang rape, the members
of the gang had gone wild, and had pretty much trashed
the place. "We'd better get the hell out of here," he
declared mildly. "Don't want the cops stumbling onto
something like this." He gestured towards where the gang
member was forcing Sharla to suck his cock.
His words were quiet, but they demanded immediate
respect from the members of his gang. The man who had
been kneading Beth's breasts took his hands away. He
quickly tied her wrists to the chair with her ripped bra
and rushed to collect his stuff. Tracy, who had just
taken a load of sperm in her mouth, was similarly
fastened as her assailant, the large black man, obeyed
Bear's orders. Even the guy who had stuffed Sharla's
face into his crotch, nowhere near coming, pushed her
away and threw her to the floor, where she lay groaning.
Patty looked over at Bear and then down at where the
sweaty blonde lay curled up on the floor. Despite the
recent orgasm, the redhead felt a surge of lust rush
through her. She had never found other women attractive
before, but... but there was something about the blonde;
something about dominating and degrading the rich
bitch...
She had to ask. "Bear," she said quietly, "can I keep
her?"
The gang leader looked startled. "Keep her?"
Patty nodded.
"Well... I mean... it's a lot of..."
While he stuttered, Patty reached down, grabbed hold of
the blonde's hair and jerked her pretty face up. Sharla
groaned, but didn't resist. "Look at her," Patty said.
"I'll take care of her. She'll ride with me. You won't
have to do a thing."
Bear still looked doubtful.
"And she'll pay for her keep," Patty continued. "We can
sell her ass from here to the other side of the country
if we want. She'll make a great whore." Sharla started
to whine in protest, but Patty shut her up with a sharp
cuff to the side of the head.
"Well..."
"Please Bear... I've always wanted a pet."
Finally, Bear smiled, his mind made up. "You can keep
her," he answered, "but on one condition."
Patty bristled. "What condition?" she asked angrily.
Bear looked her straight in the eye. "Marry me."
"What?"
"Marry me," he repeated steadily. "The little bitch will
be a... a wedding present."
"Bear..." Her captive forgotten, Patty rushed forward
into the arms of her lover and soon-to-be husband. Freed
from the tight grip in her hair, the blonde college girl
scrambled away on all fours, breaking for the door. She
was quickly caught by one of the gang members, and held
helpless while Bear and Patty engaged in a long,
passionate kiss. The entire gang erupted into a loud
cheer when the kiss finally broke up.
Bear looked around, a little embarrassed. "OK," he said
gruffly, "Show's over. We've got some work to do. Patty,
get the little cunt ready to travel." Patty grabbed hold
of Sharla's hair and led the crying girl into a
backroom. "Riko, I want you to call Carlos at the El-
Maceia. Tell him we've got some product for him."
He nodded at the two girls who were tied up. "If he
agrees, take them to the campsite just north of town.
He'll get them across the border in the usual way." A
cruel grin crossed Riko's face as he walked over to the
bar phone. "Tony, check their car." Another biker walked
over to the front door and exited the bar.
Grinning to himself, Bear walked over to the bar where
the bartender stood, frightened and silent. The big
biker threw a wad of bills down on the counter. "We were
here tonight, but the girl's weren't. Nothing strange
happened. Right?" The bartender nodded happily; he had
been expecting a lot worse.
Within ten minutes, the bikers were ready to leave. Riko
had reported that Carlos was more than happy to make a
pick-up of the two girls, and he and another of the
bikers had dragged the two frightened girls out of the
bar. If everything went according to schedule, the two
college girls would be lap dancing at the El-Maceia
before the week was out. Tony had hot-wired their car
and taken it to a local chop shop where the registration
numbers had already been removed and the new paint job
begun.
Now all they were waiting for was...
Patty marched out of the backroom, her charge in tow.
She had dressed the college girl - her new pet - in a
pair of tight cut-offs, at least one size too small, a
greasy tee-shirt that had been in use as a rag for some
time, and an old pair of runners on her feet. Around the
girl's neck was a black, leather dog collar with shiny
metal studs. Patty had attached a slender chain to a D-
ring on the side and used it to control the girl.
Sharla's hands were free, but they stayed at her side.
Her face glowed red where it had been struck, and she
kept her eyes submissively downward as she tagged along
behind her new owner. Clearly, Patty had taught her some
obedience in the back room.
Bear caught Patty's eye and the couple smiled at each
other. "OK," the gang leader pronounced, "let's move
out."
Outside the tavern, Patty led broken and sobbing girl to
her bike. The redhead climbed on, and gestured for the
other girl to get on behind her. The college girl, ex-
college girl, let out a small sob of despair, but did as
she was ordered, climbing on behind her owner and, as
ordered, grabbed hold around her waist.
Moments later, the bartender, after happily counting his
money, stepped outside just as the dull roar of the
bikes faded away into the cool, star-sodden night. He
shook his head and smiled. Well, better get to work.
There was lots of cleaning to do.
At least he was being well paid. The tale of what had
happened that night would never pass his lips.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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