"My father warned me not to come here," Leslie said to her friend Becky as she walked towards the bar. The place had a terrible reputation and was well known as a hangout for a local biker gang. But it wasn't like they had any real choice in the matter now though. Becky's car was sitting a quarter mile down the road, it was getting darker by the minute and this was the only place open for a couple miles.

"All we'll do is go in, use the phone to call daddy, and then leave. It'll be OK," Becky whispered to Sharon as they walked through the front door.

Looking quickly around the large central room, Leslie now knew why she had been warned away from the place. There had to be twenty guys all sitting around tables drinking, and none of them looked like they had showered for a week. As the two young girls walked into the room, all talking ceased and all eyes were on them.

"What can I help you ladies out with?" asked a man behind the bar.

Both girls were motionless and seemed to become frozen in their tracks.

The man at the bar asked again, "What do you girls need?"

One of the customers yelled out, "Maybe they're too young to know what they want!"

Another yelled out, "Yeah, we ought to go ahead and give it to 'em."

The man behind the bar hollered for everyone to shut up and asked the girls a third time what they needed.

"Just to use the phone sir," Becky squeeked out. "Our car broke down and we need to call my father."

One of the customers, a large man wearing a typical biker outfit got up and walked over to the girls. "No need to call your daddy, we can fix anything that's wrong," he said harshly. "Ain't that right?" The other customers all yelled back in agreement. "Why don't you two ladies sit and relax while I send some guys down to get your car?"

"No thanks, mister, my dad will come get us," Becky almost whispered.

"What the fuck's wrong bitch," one of the customer's yelled. "You don't fuckin' trust us?"

The other customers heckled in agreement.

The large man standing next to the girls grabbed Becky's arm and said, "Give me the fuckin' keys. I told you we'd fix the goddamned thing."

With that, he grabbed her keys from her hands and threw them across the room to another customer.

"Now just go sit the fuck down and relax."

The man walked to the guy with the keys and told him to go get the car. When the man balked for a second, the larger man grabbed him by the hair and literally stood him up. Leslie thought the man's hair was being ripped out by the roots.

"I told you to go get the fuckin' car, now go," the man roared and threw the man forward. The man stumbled out of the bar.

Leslie and Becky looked at each other quickly and then glanced at the bar. There was a small table sitting next to it with no guys at it. The two girls quickly moved towards it and sat down.

The man from before, obviously the leader, walked over to the girls and was quickly joined by most of the other men.

"What you two want to drink?" he demanded.

"Nothing, thanks," Becky replied.

"When I offer you something to fuckin' drink bitch, you fuckin' drink it!" The tone of the man's voice scared the two girls even more than they already were. "Get these two bitches a beer," he roared.

The man behind the bar asked the girls their ages.

"17," Becky answered.

"16," Leslie whispered.

"Fuck," the man at the bar answered, "I'm gonna lose my fuckin' liquor license." He then opened two Budweisers and handed them across the bar to the large man.

"Here," the man said gruffly as he sat the beer down in front of the girls. "Drink them," he demanded.

Neither girl moved.

"I said, fucking drink the fuckin' beer bitch," the man snarled as he grabbed Leslie by the hair and pulled her head back.

Both girls grabbed the cans in front of them. Each took a small sip.

"What the fuck is that," one of the other men said, grabbing Becky's can. He guzzled it down.

"Give the girls another beer," the large man ordered. When he gave that new beer to Becky, he ordered her to drink it down quick and not to stop until it was empty.

Becky raised the can to her lips and closed her eyes. Swallowing as quickly as she could, she felt the cold beer pouring down her throat. Several times she was afraid she would gag but she managed to finish it.

"Jesus fuck," one customer said. "What a fuckin' bitch. You sure you're only 17?"

Becky looked at Leslie helplessly.

"Now you," the large man said to Leslie. "Fuckin' drink it down bitch."

Leslie took the can to her lips and swallowed a few hard times. She took the can away to take a breath.

With that the large man erupted. "Fuckin' bitch. I told you to fuckin' drink it."

The man grabbed Leslie by the arm and pulled her away from the table. Becky tried to jump up but she felt several strong hands hold her down.

"You stupid bitch, when I fuckin' tell you to do something, you fuckin' do it," the man roared.

Leslie had started to cry.

"Stop that fuckin' crying or I'll give you something to fuckin' cry about bitch," the man ordered. "Just shut the fuck up."

With that, and without warning, the man reached down and with one motion ripped open Leslie's blouse. The suddenness of his action caught her completely off guard and she stood there motionless. With his other hand he crudely yanked at the front clasp of her bra and with one more motion ripped it completely off her body, exposing her young breasts. Leslie screamed and tried to cover herself.

"I told you to shut the fuck up bitch," the man yelled and slapped her sharply across the face. "If you don't fuckin' shut up I swear I'll fuckin' kill you."

Again Becky tried to stand but was again forced back down into her seat. "Just relax and enjoy bitch," one man said to her. She felt hands slowly running over the front of her blouse and the men held her hands tight against the table.

The force of the man's blow had knocked Leslie down to the floor where she lay half-sobbing, attempting to cover herself.

"Get the fuck up bitch," the man demanded and extended his hand. Leslie lay there staring at him. Reaching down, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet in one motion. He immediately bent her arms back and forced her to her knees. Becky watched from across the room as the man quickly unzipped his fly and pulled his penis from his pants.

"Put it in your mouth bitch," he demanded as he slapped Leslie on the cheek with it. "Open your fuckin' mouth."

Leslie had jerked a guy off once in the backseat of his car and that guy had tried to get her to do this but she had refused. Now, sobbing, she closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth wide, hoping to avoid contact with the thing now sliding in over her lips.

"Not so fucking wide bitch," the man roared as he grabbed the back of her head and slammed it against him, sending his cock to the back of her throat. Leslie gagged violently but the man held her head in place. "And don't fuckin' bite either or I'll fuckin' kill you."

By now about half of the men there had gathered around the two figures and had taken hold of Leslie's arms while the man continued to force her head back and forth over his cock. Becky watched in terror from her seat across the room, almost not conscious of the hands that roamed over her body.

"That's it bitch, suck on it. You're doin' fuckin' good," the man told Leslie. She felt hands squeezing and pinching her breasts as the man continued pounding her mouth with his cock. Her jaws began to ache and the smell of the man's crotch was almost overwhelming. Suddenly, the man stopped and let his cock slip from her lips.

"Take her fuckin' pants off," he demanded of the others.

Leslie felt herself violently taken and stripped. She quickly stood naked in front of the men her chest heaving with sobs.

"Please Mister, just let us go," Becky pleaded. "We won't tell anyone what happened. Just don't hurt us."

The large man glared over at her. "Ain't nobody gonna get fuckin' hurt bitch. We're just havin' fun. And, what the fuck, you won't be missing out on any of it anyway."

The man's words stung her like rocks.

Leslie was easily picked up and carried to a nearby where she was laid spread-eagle. Her arms and legs were both held outstretched and she felt hands roaming across her entire body. Her breasts and nipples were pinched and roughly squeezed and she felt a new sensation. Hands were roaming between her legs and feeling between the cheeks of her ass.

She glanced forward and saw the large man step between her legs. Feeling his cock between her legs she began to scream but the sound was quickly choked off by a hand over her mouth. She tried to bite but was unsuccessful.

The large man pressed his cock against her and quickly entered her to the hilt. The hand across her mouth held back her muffled scream of pain. The man began plunging himself into her and each movement was a mix of horror and pain to her. Within a few seconds, Leslie felt the man tense and moan and felt him contract within her.

No sooner had the man withdrawn from her than another man took his place between her legs. Again, Leslie felt a cock shoved roughly into her. At almost the same time, another man climbed onto the table and knelt over her chest, his cock aiming straight for her face. He forced himself into her mouth causing her to gag. She tried to move her head away to one side and then another but hands kept her motionless.

The man between her legs spent himself and was replaced by yet another man. The pain she had felt with the first man was being replaced by a sore ache now and dryness was quickly being replaced by a squishy, moist feeling.

Suddenly, the man on her chest tensed and grabbed her head tightly. Leslie felt the man's cock spasm and the man pushed deeply into her mouth, nearly touching her throat with the head of his cock. As he then pulled forward, she felt another spasm and a thick salty fluid filled the back of her throat. Again she gagged but the man kept plunging himself in and out of her mouth. Finally, he withdrew and wiped the head of his cock across her face leaving a small blob of sperm on her cheek. Leslie began to gag uncontrollably and found herself falling faint to the floor.

Attention now turned to Becky who sat sobbing. Two men had stayed with her and had removed her top. As they sat there, each holding one of Becky's arms, they had continually pinched, squeezed and felt Becky's breasts until they ached to the touch.

The large man slowly walked up to Becky and grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet. Kissing her, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. The taste of stale beer and cigarette smoke made her choke but the man held her firm to him. She attempted to kick in self defense as she felt her jeans being pulled off of her, only to have her air knocked out of her by a fist to her midsection. She dropped to her knees.

Kneeling there naked, trying to catch her breathe, she was aware of at least six men standing around her, most of them with their cocks standing out straight. Someone grabbed her arms and pulled them tight behind her as one of the men shoved his cock at her face.

"Open your fuckin' mouth, bitch," someone yelled as Becky felt a hand yank down on her chin. As her mouth opened, a cock was quickly inserted to the back of her throat, making her gag. After only a few seconds her arms were released and she was pushed forward onto all fours. Held there and unable to move, she felt a cock being slammed into her from the rear, again taking her air away from the sudden, intense pain.

At the same time, someone grabbed her hair, pulling her head back until Becky thought her hair would come out by the roots. Someone shoved a cock into her face and across her mouth.

"Fuck her, man, fuck her," someone screamed. And all the men joined in laughter.

Becky tried to put her mind elsewhere and away from what was going on but the hands across her body, the pain from her hair pulling, and the constant slapping of a cock into her were too much to put out. The man fucking her came inside of her and pulled out. Becky felt a sudden coolness where before there was only burning.

The momentary relief was only that though, as she felt a cock now pressed hard against her asshole.

"I'm going to give you something to remember, bitch," a voice said from behind.

"Oh fuck, man, he's gonna fuck her up the ass," another voice chimed in.

"Hold her fuckin' still," the voice behind her yelled.

Becky found her arms being pulled out from under her and her upper body slammed against the floor. At the same time, the man behind her pressed ever harder against her ass.

"Fuck man, at least make it wet!" a man exclaimed from above her.

"Please no, please," Becky pleaded. Her request was answered with a hard slap on the ass.

"Fuck bitch, just relax and enjoy it," the man behind her said.

With one massive push, Becky felt her sphincter break against the cock's forced entry. She screamed in agony with the sudden invasion. Quickly the man buried himself in her ass. Every move he made caused intense pain and after the initial scream, Becky's mouth was held tightly covered by someone's hand.

The man continued to rock back and forth inside of her, each movement tearing at Becky's insides until the pain intensified beyond belief. Becky felt the man slam hard into her and jerk. His movements stopped and the pain eased for a moment. As the man slowly withdrew, Becky heard the sound of the vaccuum that had been created inside of her bowels and she felt his cum slowly ooze out of her ass.

Becky was picked up and carried over to the table and laid down next to her girlfriend who had regained consciousness and was crying quietly. Becky felt that she was in a dreamland, everything now moved in a surreal setting.

She felt one man after another mount her until her entire lower body became numb. Looking to her left she saw that Leslie was living the same fate. She gazed as if in a dream at a man shooting across Leslie's face and then rubbing it into her skin. Leslie's hair lay slicked back from the combination of sweat and sperm that covered it.

Finally, it seemed to be over. The men had stopped assaulting the girls and left them laying on the table alone. Looking next to her, Becky realized that Leslie had lost consciousness and lay limp next to her. She was suddenly tired and unable to move. She closed her eyes and heard voices that seemed to be coming from far away.

"What the fuck we gonna do now?"

"Kill the bitches."

"Fuck, we could keep 'em here for a while."

"Yeah, it'd be a shame to lose good young meat like that!"

"Right, and fuck, we'd end up fuckin' in prison for the rest of our lives. We fuckin' gotta get rid of them."

Becky found herself drifting into unconsciousness and darkness, unable to concentrate further.

BIKERS 2

Becky opened her eyes to darkness. Her entire body ached and, to her dread, she was unable to move. Her arms and legs had been tied tightly to the sides of some sort of platform and some sort of strap held her forehead tightly against the same wooden boards. Her mouth was taped shut and she found it hard to breathe. It was cold and damp and the young girl suddenly realized she was laying there naked.

The thoughts of her horrible experience came flooding back to her and she began to cry, making it harder still for her to breathe. She gasped for air through her nose, making snorting sounds as she tried to get oxygen into her body.

She jerked as she felt something move against her until she realized that there was another arm pressed tightly against her own. A very muffled voice attempted to make a sound, without success. Becky assumed that she lay there next to her friend Leslie. Somehow the knowledge that she was not alone gave her some slight comfort.

The two girls lay there struggling to free themselves for a time that passed slowly. The cords that bound them to the platform cut into their skin, Leslie had long since lost the feeling in her lower legs. It was not long before both simply lay there limp, unable to struggle any longer.

After what seemed like hours, the girls heard a door swing open. A bright light flooded the room and, as their eyes adjusted, they saw two of the men from the bar standing over them.

"So, you two bitches are awake," one of the men said. "It's about fucking time."

"All ready for another fuck?" the other man asked as he looked down at Leslie. She felt his hand slide up between her legs and rub at her bared crotch.

"Let 'er alone for now man," the first man said. "Be plenty of that shit later."

"Yeah, fuck, I guess so," the man over Leslie said. With that he moved his hand from her crotch to her left breast, roughly pinching and twisting the nipple. Leslie squirmed in pain and pleaded with her eyes.

The two men loosened the straps binding the girls heads first, then their arms and legs. Both girls just lay there limply as they did so. A searing pain struck Becky as she tried to move her body, every joint was on fire.

Each girl was grabbed by the hand and pulled roughly to their feet. Both cried out sharply as their arms and legs were finally receiving fresh blood flow.

Becky gasped as she looked at Leslie. The young girls hair was matted and her face was smeared with a mixture of blood and dirt. Her right eye was swollen almost shut. There were tiny scratches and bruises all over her chest and legs.

The two men pushed the girls out of the closet and into a fairly large open room that was furnished with a couple beds, a table and chairs, and a television. In the far corner, there was a large assortment of video equipment, including cameras. Several men sat at the table drinking beer and playing cards.

"Get 'em cleaned up."

Becky recognized the man as the large man from the bar.

Leslie attempted to speak and her voice came out in dry scratches. "Where are we?"

The men ignored her.

The two girls looked at each other and felt themselves pushed towards a door at the far end of the room.

The door was pushed open and Becky felt the warm sun beat down on her. Out here, there were five more men along with three women sitting on steps and a few beach chairs. Again, Becky recognized the men from the bar. She looked pleadingly at one of the women, a young girl probably not a lot older than Becky herself.

"Please help us," Becky pleaded. A few of the men laughed.

"Sure hon," the biker girl said. "I'll help you." With that she walked over to Becky and slid her hand tightly between Becky's legs. "I'll help you come!"

Becky pushed the girl's hand away as the men laughed heartily.

Looking around, Leslie saw that they were on the front porch of a fairly large old, run down, farmhouse. The front yard was nothing but dirt and there was a graded dirt road running in front of it. Glancing both ways, the road disappeared in each direction into deep woods.

"Don't even fucking think of running away, cause we'll fucking kill and eat you if you do," one of the men said gruffly. Becky and Leslie fully believed him.

Pushed off the porch, the two men half pulled, half dragged the two girls to the middle of the dirt yard. Pulling down, the men ordered the two girls to stay there and then began to walk away. Only moments later, Becky felt the sting of hard, cool water spraying over her. Two of the biker girls were spraying them with a garden hose. The nozzles of the hoses had been turned to full force. The two biker girls seemed to enjoy searing the spray into Becky's and Leslie's breasts and crotches. The two young girls were unable to fully protect themselves from the unmerciful spray.

After a few minutes of watching their two captives attempting to cover themselves against the stinging water, the two biker girls reduced the force of the water to a fine mist.

"Now clean yourselves up," one of the men yelled from the porch. "Get yourselves clean real good."

The sudden change in the water force took both girls by surprise. The cool water now trickling down their bodies felt wonderful.

"I said, fuckin' clean yourselves," the voice rang out again.

One of the men stood up and took his shirt off as he walked towards the two girls.

"Either you two do it or I'll fuckin' come over there and do it for you."

Quickly, the girls began rubbing their bodies clean with the water spraying against them. In only a few seconds, the water was again directed forcefully against them, stinging their skin but effectively removing all the dirt and grime that had previously covered their bodies.

The water shut off and the original two men walked to the girls and grabbed them each by an arm pulling them roughly back into the house. The men playing cards at the table glanced up and them.

"You look fuckin' good again," one of them said.

"Yeah, y'all ready to fuck again?"

The large man from the bar stood up. "Hey bitches," he yelled. "Get the fuck in here."

Almost immediately, the three biker girls were inside.

"Take one of these two and get her lookin' pretty. I want this to look good."

With that, one of the three biker girls grabbed Leslie by the arm and pulled her towards another room. Becky attempted to go with them but was pulled back by the two men still standing with her.

"Ain't your fuckin' turn yet bitch," one of them said.

The large man walked towards Becky.

"Listen bitch, you and your friend are going to make us a lot of money. There are people out there that will pay a fuckin' ton for fresh young meat like you two. So unless you want to end up fuckin' eatin' fish shit at the bottom of some lake, you better behave and do what I tell you. That clear?"

Becky shook her head tentatively.

"Good," He motioned to the two men still standing there. "Take her into the kitchen and get her something to eat and drink."

"Can I use the bathroom," Becky asked quietly.

"Yeah, what the fuck," the leader said. "It's over there." He motioned towards a door across the room.

Becky walked slowly towards it.

"Just don't take all fuckin' day bitch."

A strong, putrid stench escaped when Becky opened the door. The one window in the room had been boarded over and there was no light. Becky looked at the toilet in the dark room. It was covered with scum and what appeared to be years of abuse.

Squatting above it and careful not to let it touch her skin, she peed. With that release, a stabbing pain made itself known that traveled from her asshole to her cunt. She wondered if and hoped that nothing had been torn in the rough attack that had occurred. It occurred to her that this was the first time she had relieved herself in a long time. She wondered what day it was and what time it was.

The door suddenly swinging open brought her back to the present. "Get fuckin' done bitch," the man at the door demanded.

Becky stood up allowing the remnants of her urine to drip onto the floor.

The man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her through the main room and into a small kitchen. Pushing her down into a chair, he slapped a bowl in front of her filled with what appeared to be corn flakes and milk.

"Eat," was all the man said.

"I'm not hungry," Becky replied. Which was only half true. She just didn't think she could eat anything now, the thought of it made her nauseous.

"What the fuck, I don't give a shit," the man replied. "You want somethin' to drink?"

"OK," Becky replied quietly.

The man opened a dirty refrigerator and pulled out a can of Budweiser. Pulling open the tab, he took a quick drink himself before handing the can to Becky.

The coldness of the beer felt soothing as it drained down Becky's throat. She held the cold can against her forehead.

"What are you all going to do to us," she asked the man.

"Fuck, bitch. Just don't fuckin' worry about it. You heard Devil, you're worth a fuckin' lot of money to us. All that's gonna fuckin' happen is that you are gonna be in a fuckin' movie and that's it."

"Are you going to let us go, I mean, afterwards?"

"Sure bitch, you don't think we're gonna face fuckin' murder raps do you? Now just shut the fuck up and drink the beer."

Becky took another drink.

The kitchen door swung open. "Get the bitch in here," the man at the door said. With that, Becky was again grabbed and pushed into the larger room.

"Tie her to the fuckin' chair and gag her," the large man ordered.

Becky was shoved roughly onto a chair that had been moved to a wall. Her arms and legs were tightly bound to the sides of the chair and a dirty piece of cloth was shoved into her mouth, covered with a piece of duct tape.

As the man was finishing putting the tape across her mouth Becky saw Leslie being led back into the room. The image that she saw almost took her breath away. Leslie had chains draped across her neck and her hands were tied with straps behind her back. Her face had a thick coating of make up on, in an attempt to hide the grossly blackened eye. Their eyes met. Becky wanted to run to her friends aid but she was completely unable to move.

The leader walked towards Leslie and gently stroker her hair. "What's your name," he asked of her. Suddenly his voice was non- threatening, almost kind.

"Leslie," she answered softly.

"Ok Leslie, if you're good, and you last a while, there are

people out there who'll pay fifty, sixty thousand to see it."

The man's words stabbed at both girls. What did he mean, "if you last a while?" Becky struggled uselessly against her ropes.

A man handed the leader an instant camera and the leader stepped back. Aiming the camera, he clicked. A photo popped out. Another click, another photo. Leslie stood there motionless as the man moved around her taking pictures.

Meanwhile, Becky watched other men setting up lights facing Leslie and unpacking video cameras. Across the room, Becky saw the three biker girls standing at a small table. She cringed when she recognized what was on the table top. Drugs and needles. One of the girl was filling several needles up with some sort of liquid.

"OK, you guys ready yet," the leader asked the men behind him.

Quickly bringing the video cameras to their shoulders, both men quickly motioned yes.

"Leslie, stand up against the wall," he said as he took her by the arm and stood her flat against the wall.

"OK, start the cameras." Becky watched the scene as if it were already on film and she was watching TV.

The large man stepped back out of camera range and spoke.

"OK, young lady," his voice had now taken something of an

announcer's. Clear and very deep. "What is your name?"

Leslie looked terrified as she stared into the cameras.

"What is your name?" the man repeated.

"Leslie," she replied softly.

"You'll need to speak up," the man insisted.

"Leslie," she again replied, this time a tiny bit louder.

Again she began to softly cry.

"How old are you Leslie?"

"Sixteen."

"A little louder Leslie."

"Sixteen," she repeated. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"Ok, cut the cameras for a minute," the man said as he walked towards Leslie. "Kneel down," he said as he took her by the arm.

"OK, I want a close up of this, make sure you keep my face out of the picture." With that, he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. His cock was standing a full erection.

"Leslie, take my cock in your mouth now."

The young girl burst into full sobs and looked away.

"Listen Leslie, we can either do this real nice and easy or we can make tough on you and your friend. Now which is it?"

Leslie continued to sob and look away.

"OK," the man said towards one of the men standing next to Becky. "Burn her."

The leader grabbed Leslie's head and forced it to look at Becky. Becky tried again to escape her ropes, again in vain. Becky saw the man come towards her and light a cigarette. Fear filled every pore in her body.

Leslie realized what was about to happen. "No," she cried out. "Don't do it, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"A little late for that Leslie," the man replied. "Just remember this next time I tell you to do something."

With that, the man standing in front of Becky took the cigarette from his mouth and placed the lit end against Becky's right breast, just below the nipple. Muffled screams came from the taped mouth and tears streamed from the horrified eyes. The man left the cigarette against her skin for about five seconds before removing it and replacing it in his mouth, puffing deeply and blowing the smoke into Becky's face.

"You guys get that on film?" the leader inquired. Again they motioned that they had.

"Now Leslie," the leader returned his attention to her. "You ready again?"

Leslie was crying and could not stop shaking. "Yes," she said weakly as she looked up at the large man's face.

"OK, now," he said. "Put my cock in your mouth."

Leslie leaned forward and let the man's cock slide into her mouth. It tasted salty and, as the night before, smelled grossly putrid. She gagged but kept her head steady.

"Get it on tape," the leader ordered.

Taking the back of Leslie's head in his hands, the man started fucking Leslie's mouth. Leslie's nose was clogged from her tears as he did, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Becky closed her eyes to the scene but was unable to block out the sounds of her friends gagging and choking.

After a few minutes, the man started pumping harder and harder intl Leslie's mouth. It was obvious that he was on the verge of coming. Leslie felt his cock slamming into her mouth and, with each inward motion, she felt herself involuntarily gag. Finally, the man pulled himself from her and shot a milky stream across her face. As he stood in front of her, still holding her head in his hand, he milked the remaining drops from his cock and wiped it across her lips.

"Great," he said. "You get all of it on tape?"

The men motioned that they had.

"OK then, clean 'er up and lets get ready again," the man said as he pulled his pants back up and walked over to the table where the drugs were.

One of the biker girls walked over to Leslie and, with a damp cloth, wiped the sticky sperm from her face. The cloth felt coarse against Leslie's skin and she cringed when the girl brushed against her swollen eye.

Becky watched intently as the leader picked up something from the table and walked back over to Leslie. She again cringed when she saw exactly what it was he was holding. He had a set of piercing needles, the same kind they used at the ear piercing studio in the mall.

"OK, get her up," he ordered the biker girl with the cloth. The girl helped Becky to her feet.

Two men came from the side wall and threw a thin rope up to the ceiling and over an exposed beam. Tying one end to the strap holding Leslie's arms together behind her back, they pulled the other end tightly. With that, Leslie's arms were pulled backwards and up, forcing her body forward at the waist. Again Becky closed her eyes to the scene in front of her.

Leslie felt as though her arms were breaking at the shoulder. Searing pain shot up from her back and shoulders.

"Please," she cried, "You're breaking my arms. Please stop." Her voice was pleading.

"You gettin' this on film?" the leader asked as he looked at one of the men with a camera. The man motioned again that he was. "You're doing good Leslie, keep it goin'," the man said towards the straining girl. The men pulled the rope even tighter. Leslie screamed in agony causing Becky to jump in her seat.

Opening her eyes, Becky saw her friend bent forward at almost a ninety degree angle with her arms pulled impossibly upwards. Leslie's hair was draped across her face as she was forced to look down. Becky watched as the two cameramen moved quickly and silently around the bent young girl, carefully recording every sound and movement.

The leader moved back to Leslie's side and pulled her hair away from her face. Becky stared at it. At first she could barely recognize her friend. Her face was distorted into a mass of agony. Becky again closed her eyes.

Leslie was still conscious but just barely. Almost impossible to breathe, her crying had stopped. Her shoulders ached and every slight involuntary move brought new agony to her body.

The leader now lay Leslie's hair to one side of her face and let it fall across. The two cameramen continued to photograph the scene. Kneeling down, the leader took Leslie's left breast into his hand. Squeezing it slowly, he let his fingers knead the soft flesh, inching his hand forward until he held the nipple in his fingers. He slowly and deliberatly twisted the pink tissue, evoking new screams of pain from the young girl.

The man quickly brought the piercing instrument he was holding to the now protruding nipple and deftly the skin into the device. Snapping a trigger, the gadget's needles quickly pierced the skin. Again, Leslie screamed in torment.

The man stood back up as the camera's continued to record. Placing a small ring into the device, he knelt back down next to the girl. Again taking her breast in his hand, he squeezed up towards the tip, forcing a few drops of blood to spill from the pierced tip. Placing the nipple again into the instrument, he against pressed a trigger. The ring impaled itself through the sensitive skin.

With that agony, Leslie felt herself fade into unconsciousness.

BIKERS 3

Becky opened here eyes to see her friend hanging limply from the straps. Her arms were bent up and back at impossible angles and Becky could not understand how they were not breaking. The large man walked casually to the wall opposite Becky and released the straps holding her friend up. Leslie collapsed on the floor in a heap.

Walking back to Becky, he stood over her, glaring down into her eyes.

"You ready for your turn bitch?" he asked.

Becky simply sat and stared, fear in her eyes.

"I didn't think so. Fuck, you ain't seen shit yet. This film is gonna make me a fuckin' millionaire before it's over. You should be proud of your bitch over there," he said, motioning towards Leslie. "She's gonna be the fuckin' sweetheart of a million jerkoffs who like this shit."

With that, the large man walked back to Leslie and nudged her with his foot.

"Wake up bitch," he muttered to her. With that, he motioned to the man kneeling next to Becky. "Get her the fuck out of here, and don't fuck her either."

Becky felt the man undo the tape holding her arms and hands in place. Pulled to her feet, she was led to the room that she had awakened in earlier that same day. The man shoved her as she entered the room, sending her sprawling on the floor. Immediately, the door slammed shut behind her and she was in darkness.

As she lay on the cold floor, she heard the voices and sounds coming from the other room and she began to cry.

Laying there, Becky heard the unmistakable voice of the large man that she had come to hate.

"Get the bitch up."

Sounds of moaning coming from her friend, plea's of "no, please, no more."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. Get the fuckin' camera's going again."

Silence for a few seconds.

"Ok, get me fuckin' her against the table, just make fuckin' damned sure you don't get my face."

Again, sound's of cries and moans coming from her friend. Every once in a while, the sound of Leslie's voice would die down but Becky would hear a sharp crack, the sound of a hand or fist hitting bare skin, or tell the man had cause new pain to be inflicted. Leslie would scream once again and start to moan. Occasionally, the man would instruct the cameramen to stop filming while he moved the young girl to a new position. They would stop for a few seconds, then restart to new sounds of terror coming from Leslie.

Becky covered her ears with her hands, closed her eyes, and cried. Cried more deeply than she had ever before in her life. Cried herself to sleep with Leslie's muffled screams piercing the air.

Becky's sleep was interupted when the door swung open and Leslie was roughly shoved into the room. A light suddenly flooded the room, there were overhead lights on, apparently controlled from the room outside. Becky could not believe the sight in front of her.

Leslie had taken a fetal position on the floor and was simply staring into nothingness. Her face was scratched and her injured eye was completely swollen shut. Dried blood covered her chin from where her mouth had bled. The skin and nipple of her right breast was swollen half again it's normal size from the piercing and on her buttocks was evidence of cigarette burns.

From the room outside, Becky heard laughter and loud talk as the men watched the video they had just made. She moved over next to her friend.

Leslie jumped as Becky touched her. Trying to calm her, Becky took Leslie's head in her lap and stroked her hair. Leslie said nothing, simply laying there shaking and cold. Becky held her softly and the two girls sat in silence.

The laughter and talk from the other room finally died down and Becky assumed that the biker's had decided to rest for a while. Quietly she stood up and walked to the door. Placing her ear against it, she listened for any telltale sounds. Nothing. She thought maybe they had left, maybe they had all they wanted. She softly tried the door, locked. Looking around the room, this was the only way out.

Looking back at the girl laying on the floor, Becky was glad to see that Leslie had fallen asleep. She began to hear muffled sounds coming from the other room that told her she wasn't alone. The sounds grew somewhat in intensity and it became obvious the group was having sex of some kind. She went back over to her young friend and lay down next to her, carefully wrapping her arm around the sleeping figure. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep.

Becky awoke to a boot poking her between the legs and a man standing over her. She jumped to her feet, realizing that she and the man were alone in the room.

"Where's Leslie? What have you done with her?"

"Fuck you bitch," was the reply as the man grabbed her by the arm and led her out the door.

"Please let us go," Becky pleaded. "We won't tell anyone what happened. Please."

The room was again filled with the same bikers from the previous time along with five or six other men and several other women. All stared at Becky as she was led into the room. Becky saw Leslie, laying on a bed with her wrists tied to the headboard.

"What are you going to do to her?" Becky demanded. "Haven't you done enough?"

The leader walked over to Becky as two other men taped her arms down to a chair.

"Bitch, we have a fuckin' failure to communicate here," he mouthed as he fingered through her hair. "You two fuckin' bitches belong to me, understand. What the fuck I do with you is up to me. Now, fuck, we're makin' a fuckin' slash film but you prolly ain't never fuckin' heard of that before in your nice fuckin' house with your nice fuckin' daddy."

Becky felt herself again shaking as she stared at the large man.

"You friend is fuckin' dead meat bitch. And we're gonna film you watchin' it, understand?"

Becky felt her body go cold, she suddenly understood what was happening. She looked over at her friend who lay motionless on the bed, staring at the wall across from her. She looked totally helpless and defenseless, and suddenly even younger than she was.

"Bitch," the man continued, "Kiss your friend's ass goodbye."

And with that Becky's mouth was taped shut.

"Keep a camera on her," the man said, pointing at Becky. I want to be seein' her eyes.

The man walked back over to Leslie who jumped when he touched her but otherwise made no sound or move. The man slowly stroked her face but got no movement from her eyes.

"What a fuckin' waste," he muttered as he motioned the men to start filming. Looking over at two of the biker girls, he ordered them to give him a needle hit, some good uppers.

Quickly the girls brought him a needle filled with a pink liquid. Becky watched at the man took Leslie's arm and in a quick motion injected the fluid into her veins. Leslie groaned a bit but then almost immediately began to shake. Her eyes took a new life and she seemed to become more alert.

"No," she screamed in a piercing voice. "No, please, no more."

"Good," the man muttered as he began to disrobe. Leslie looked over at Becky and their eyes met. Becky just shook her head from side to side slowly.

The large man, now naked, walked to Leslie and roughly spread her legs apart. Laying down between them, his cock quickly grew hard. Without hesitation, he plunged himself into her. Becky heard the air escape from Leslie's lungs and another scream penetrate the silence.

"Move your fuckin' ass," the man demanded of Leslie. She stared back at his face, not moving.

The man grabbed the ring that was impale on her breast and twisted it roughly. Leslie screamed in agony as Becky saw a few drops of blood appear on her nipple again.

"Now move your fuckin' ass bitch," the man ordered again. Crying, Leslie obeyed, moving with his thrusts. After only a few moments, the man's movements picked up speed. He made a few grunts and, slamming himself into the young girl, came.

Quickly he dislodged himself and got up, his cock shining.

"Next," he ordered motioning across the room to the other men. One of the men moved silently across to Leslie and let his pants drop to the floor. Mounting her, he quickly entered her.

Again the large man ordered her to keep moving and, anytime she stopped, the man would again twist the nipple ring. The scene was continued, man after man. Becky watched in disbelief as the second man got up and a third man got on, then a fourth and a fifth. By this time, when a man disloged himself from the young girl, creamy white liquid would plop out with him and drip down Leslie's thighs. But the men kept coming.

Becky glanced around the room, she counted nine men. Each took his turn on Leslie. She closed her eyes to the scene until the last man had had his turn.

Leslie lay on the bed shaking violently and crying. "Please, no more, please," she begged. Becky could do nothing but sit and stare at her.

"Fuck bitch, you still horny?" the large man asked as he stood over her. Motioning to one of the biker girls, he ordered her to clean the cum up from the young girl.

The biker girl quickly walked over to Leslie and roughly spread her legs over. Using a dish towel, the biker girl wiped the fluids from Leslie's legs and stomach. Then, as Becky watched on, the girl spread the lips of Leslie's vagina and inserted a finger wrapped in the dish towel. The dryness and roughness of the towel and this new violation made the young girl scream again. Working her finger up and into Leslie, the girl looked to the leader for approval. He looked down and said nothing.

As the biker girl moved away from Leslie, Becky got a view of Leslie's crotch. Her vagina lips were swollen and blood red. Her entire middle body appeared bruised and sore, with scratches covering her upper legs and abdomen.

No sooner than all of this took place than the leader ordered two men to turn the young girl over. Leslie struggled weakly with them as they did. Becky realized that her friend had had nothing to eat or drink in over 24 hours and the consistant abuse was taking a terrible toll.

Turned on her stomach, Leslie continued to struggle with the ropes that held her to the headboard. The leader walked behind her and motioned to one of the biker girls.

"Get me the grease," he ordered.

The girl left the room momentarily and then returned carrying a can of Crisco. She handed it to the man who immediately dug his hand into it as far as the can would allow. Pulling it out, it was thick with the shortening.

"OK, start filming again," he said as he walked back to where Leslie lay.

Roughly, he pulled the young girl's hips and legs up to a doggy style position. As he did so, another man shoved pillows under her stomach.

"I can't believe you're still horny, bitch," he said for the camera. "After all the fuckin' you've done, I'da thought you'd had enough."

"Please, no more," Leslie pleaded.

Becky watched at the large man knelt behind her friend. Spreading her buttock cheeks with his left hand, he let his right index finger slide up and down the crack of Leslie's ass. Leslie continued to plead with him to stop.

Suddenly and without warning, Becky saw the man shove his finger into Leslie's ass up to the knuckle. Her friend screamed in pain. Slowly he began to work his finger out and then back into her, each movement causing new misery.

"Please stop it," Becky pleaded with the man. "Please do me instead, let her alone."

Next to Becky, a man said in a soft whisper, "You'll have your turn bitch, just relax." The tone of the man's voice made her shudder as much as what he said.

Becky watched as the leader removed his finger from Leslie's ass with a plopping sound. As he made a fist, Becky screamed at him, "No!", but the man ignored her. Glancing towards the camera's the man smiled, pulled his fist back and let it slam against the young girl's ass. Leslie jumped as the fist smacked onto her skin but made no sound.

The man looked over at the cameramen with something of a confused look. Again he pulled his arm back and let it slam into the young girl's buttocks. Again, it simply hit against the skin.

"Fuck, man," the man muttered as he opened his hand and placed four fingers against Leslie's puckered hole. "Hold on bitch, I'm takin' you for a fuckin' ride," he said, he worked to insert his hand into her anus.

Leslie squirmed and pleaded with the man to stop but that seemed only to push him on. It only took a few seconds before Becky saw that the man's hand had disappeared into her friend up the his thumb which stuck out to the side. He roughly slammed his hand again and again into her rectum.

As the man withdrew his hand, Becky saw her friend relax her body a little. Her pleading had stopped and again, she was staring at the wall across from her.

The man wasted no time however. Again making a fist, he slammed it against Leslie's ass. This time, her body gave way and the man was immediately impaled inside of her. The young girl gave a violent scream, louder and longer than any Becky had yet heard. Her body then went limp.

"Shoot her up again," the man said. "I fuckin' want her awake."

Quickly, one of the biker girls moved to Leslie's arm and injected the same pink fluid. And again, almost immediately, Leslie regained consciousness. Her breathing was labored and she was white as a ghost as the man grabbed her hair with his free left hand and pulled her head back. However, no sound came from her body. Her eyes were open but Becky wondered if she was really aware of what was going on.

Her questions were answered as the man violently plowed his impaled fist further into Leslie's body. His arm disappeared up to the middle of his forearm and Becky wondered how her friend was absorbing so much of him. Leslie screamed in torment and again pleaded with the man to stop. Becky saw a trickle of blood appear at her friend's ass and run down her crotch.

The man did not stop but continued to push further and further into Leslie who was screaming in agony. Finally, his arm was inserted to his elbow. It simply would not go in any further.

Slowly, the man began to pull his arm out. As he did, Becky could see the skin of her friend's ass giving way and that blood was mixing with the white grease and the brown shit that hung to the man's arm. Her friend had turned from pale white to beet red and Becky saw the young girl's abdomen becoming a deep purple in color.

"Please stop, you're killing her," Becky pleaded.

The leader glanced over at Becky and kind of snarled. "Fuck bitch, first thing you got right today." He then turned his attention back to the whimpering girl under him.

As his arm withdrew to the wrist, he again pulled the girl's hair back so that her head was bent almost straight up. Becky could hear that the girl could barely breathe in this position and watched helplessly as the man again plunged his arm deep into her bowels. No sound came from Leslie and Becky was afraid she was suffocating.

This time when the man pulled back, he pulled his arm completely from the girl's body. Becky could not believe the sight of Leslie's anus. What had been a small, puckered opening, had become a gaping hole. Even with the man's fist out, the cavity was open to about the size of a half-dollar, with blood and feces mixed dripping out.

Leslie lay with her head turned toward's Becky, her eyes still open but not moving. Becky could hear her labored breathing and realized that she was, indeed, dying.

BIKERS 4

The leader got up from behind Leslie and walked slowly into the bathroom. Becky became aware that no one in the room had spoken during this entire exhibition and, even now, everyone sat silently staring at the young figure on the bed. One of the men got up and walked outside.

The leader came back into the room wiping his arm off with a towel. He stood and stared at Becky.

"Well, bitch," he said, "we have 'bout enough film. I guess it's time for the big finish."

Becky only stared at him.

"How'd you like the show so far? Kinda makes ya horny doesn't it? Don't worry bitch, we'll be fuckin' you too, soon enough. But we won't take it so easy on you."

The words stabbed at Becky like knives. "Please," she said one more time. "Please, don't do it. Let us go now, we won't tell who did it." Motioning over to her half-conscious friend she said, "She's dying and you know it. What's it matter to you now. Let us go, please?"

"Fuck you bitch," he said as he motioned the men with the camera's to get ready. "This is it, I want it good, got it?"

He told one of the biker girls to give Leslie more drugs to make her more conscious of what was going on.

"I don't think her body can handle any more shit," the girl replied. The leader walked over to the speaking girl and slammed his hand across her face, sending her sprawling across the floor. "You wanna fuckin' join her bitch? I said give her more. I didn't fuckin' ask your dumbass opinion."

The girl scrambled to her feet and picked up the needle, again filling it with the same pink liquid. Walking to Leslie, she grabbed her arm and slammed the needle into it. Leslie offered no resistance.

Becky slowly let her eyes run across the body of the thin girl laying on the bed. Just two days ago, Leslie was a pretty, bright girl who loved life. She worried incessantly about her appearance and got depressed over so much as a pimple on her face. Now that face was swollen to an almost unrecognizable shape. Her injured eye was completely shut and her skin was tinted red from dried blood. There were cuts and scratches over her entire body and Becky could see that her friend's abdomen had continued to color deep, dark purple. It was now distended and Becky correctly assumed that serious damage had taken place during the man's violent abuse of the girl.

The injected drug seemed to have little effect on the girl as the man walked back to her. Another of the biker's got up and walked out of the room.

"Pussy," the man muttered as he stared at the closing door. "Fuckin' pussy."

Looking down at the girl laying prostrate on the bed, the man gently stroked her hair. "Ok bitch, it's almost all over. Time for your big scene."

Leslie's eyes stared straight ahead.

The man pulled a knife from his pocket and opened the blade holding it in front of the young girl's eyes. Leslie tried to speak but only air escaped her lips.

Becky pleaded with him to stop.

"Fuck you bitch," was her only answer.

Slowly the man traced the blade of the knife up Leslie's back, not pressing hard enough to cut. Leslie lay there, either unable to move or having given completely up.

"More fuckin' drugs, NOW," he ordered the biker girls.

One immediately moved to Leslie and injected a vial full of pink liquid into the girl. Immediately, Leslie began to twitch and shake.

"Good, she's OD'd, this'll make a good one," the man said, motioning the camera's to get all the action.

Becky sat in silence, closing her eyes to the scene. She could hear her friend gurgling, unable to breathe properly. Opening her eyes, she saw that the entire bed was shaking violently as Leslie convulsed on it. Her friend's skin had turned pale white, in sharp contrast to the color of her lower stomach which had moved from deep purple to almost black.

As the young girl writhed on the bed, gasping for air, the leader reached up and quickly ran the blade of the knife against her right wrist. Immediately, blood spurted out, shooting nearly two feet from her body.

Leslie attempted to scream but no sound escaped her lips. She continued to violently convulse as her life's blood shot from her wrist. One of the men in the room muttered something and walked outside.

Steadily now, Becky watched as her friend's violent movements slowed and her breathing became more and more labored. The blood continued to shoot from her wrist but not quite as far as at first. Leslie's eyes were bulging but she did not seem to see as the large man stood up and lowered his pants, again revealing a raging hard-on.

Getting behind the young girl, he plunged himself into her vagina. The only movements Leslie now made were involunaty ones, her breathing was increasingly shallow and unsteady. As the man continued to plunge into her, Leslie's eyes rolled back into her head and her body went again into violent convulsions. Becky screamed.

The man continued to push in and out of the now limp girl. The blood flow had stopped from her wrist. Becky looked at the wall and the floor, spattered with Leslie's blood. A large puddle had formed between the wall and the bed where the blood had squirted. The dirty sheet on the bed was beet red.

The man withdrew from Leslie as he came and he shot sperm across the girl's back in a final abuse of her body. Slowly, the man got to his feet and pulled his pants up. As he buckled his belt, he looked down at the motionless body.

"What a fuckin' waste," he muttered and then turned to Becky but said nothing. "Get her ass out of here," he ordered to two of the men still in the room. "Make sure you get rid of her where no one will ever fuckin' find it."

The two men crossed the room and quickly untied the girl's arms. The fell limply to the bed. Wrapping her in the sheet from the bed, they pulled the body from the bed. It landed on the floor with a thud.

"Please," Becky said through her tears. "Please, no."

The two men glanced at Becky and then pulled Leslie's body across the room. A smear of blood followed it.

"Clean that shit up," the leader said to the biker girls. "Clean it all up good."

He then left the room and went outside.

All of the men then left the room and Becky heard them starting to laugh out on the porch. Three of the biker girls stripped the bed and another brought out a pail of water and a mop. All worked quickly, removing all signs that anything had ever occurred.

One looked over at Becky. "I'm sorry hon, but it's over now. You'll have to understand Red Devil. He's screwed up that way but he's got it out of his system now."

Becky just stared at the girl.

"Don't look at me that way," the biker girl continued. "I didn't do any shit to her. Besides, she's dead now and ain't nothing either of us can do about that."

With that, she turned her attention to the wall, trying to remove the blood spatters that covered it.

After a few minutes, the four girls left the room. Becky looked at the bed and the floor. The bed was neatly made now and the only remains of the earlier struggle was the pinkish tint the wall had taken on from the smeared blood. Becky sat alone and again started to cry. All of this had happened because her car had broken down. Her friend was dead, violently tortured to death and she had no idea where she was. She was certain that the same fate awaited her but she was helpless to do anything about it. She wished it had been her on that bed instead of Leslie. At least her friend was gone and could suffer no more.

Becky wondered what had become of her friends body. Leslie's parents would never see her again, and, for some reason, that hurt Becky even more. She kept seeing her last sight of Leslie in her mind, the battered, bruised body. The way the young girl had tried to get air but wasn't able. The violent shaking and shuddering. It all kept repeating in her intellect.

The sounds outside were of a party. The effects of the afternoon of violence were nothing at all on the people out there. Becky wondered how anyone could do something of this sort to another human being. She had never been able to hurt anything at all. In fact, she remembered being upset once because she had caught her brother pulling the wings off a fly. Slowly, the actions of the day caught up with her and, emotionally drained, she fell asleep in the chair.

Becky opened her eyes to darkness. Still strapped in the chair she was so stiff she could hardly move. She had no idea how long she had been asleep but she heard no sound coming from anywhere. Her hands were numb from the reduced blood flow due to the tape covering her wrists.

"Help me," she said softly, not knowing what the result would be. "Please help me."

Still no sound. She spoke again, only louder.

"Is there anyone out there?"

Suddenly she heard footsteps on the porch. The door swung open and one of the biker girls walked in the room. Becky could barely make out the outline of the girl in the darkness.

"Well hello there sweetness," the girl said as she walked to Becky. "I didn't think you were gonna wake up."

Becky looked at the girl's face. She was probably no older than 19 or 20 but she looked 10 years older.

"Of course," the girl continued, "you aren't the one who ain't never gonna wake up, are you."

"Please help me," Becky pleaded. "Please, I have to use the bathroom." She was only half lying.

"Red Devil'll have me on that bed if you get loose. You wouldn't want that, would you?" the girl asked.

"Please, I'm gonna pee myself if I don't get to the bathroom. Please, just for a second."

The girl looked at Becky and reached out, touching her face.

"You're so sweet, hon. I'm sorry for what happened to your friend. It wasn't right but, Red Devil said that we had to do it. For the money, you know."

"Please," Becky said again, "Please let me loose for a few seconds."

The girl stared at Becky for a second.

"OK, but you try to get away or anything and you'll be sorry. You'll have to be quiet too, cause the others are out on the porch smokin' dope."

With that the girl began to undo Becky's wrists. As she did, she whispered to Becky, "OK hon, I'll help you get out of here, OK? But, you have to do it at the right time. Not now. Later tonight, they'll be all drunk and shit, after they start your movie."

"My movie?" Becky said in a loud voice.

"Shut the fuck up," the girl said with a worried tone in her voice. She stared at the door waiting for one of the men to come in. "Just listen. They ain't gonna hurt you tonight, that comes later. Tonight, they want to get a picture of you bein' forced to make it with me."

"You...," Becky whispered.

"Don't get all panicky and shit on me. Yeah, me. They were talkin' outside how'd you get all freaked and shit bein' forced to make it with another girl. Just don't make it too rough on me, OK? If I can't get you turned on, they'll beat the shit out of me."

"What do I have to do?"

"Just follow along with me. Resist at first and all, but then really get into it. Let 'em think you really like it and all, then when they're done makin' the movie, they'll get all fuckin' blitzed and shit and we'll get away then. Just make it look real, OK?"

"But, I haven't ever done anything like that before."

"I told you, just follow along with me, it'll be OK. Now, get in and use the bathroom then get back in here. They'll be comin' in soon and I don't want to get the shit kicked out of me."

Becky walked quietly to the bathroom. Finally she saw a glimmer of hope that she may survive this ordeal. Still, she wondered why this girl was suddenly being so nice to her. At any rate, she knew that she didn't have much choice. She certainly wasn't interested in having sex with her but, if that was her only chance, she'd make it a good one.

BIKERS 5

Becky woke up to a bright light. She was so stiff, she could hardly move. The biker girl had tied her back to the chair when she had come out of the bathroom but, fortunately for her, Becky thought, not as tightly. Still, her hands and feet were nearly numb from the reduced blood flow. Becky wondered how she had managed to sleep and just how long she did.

As she looked around the now bright room, illuminated by three large lamps, she saw a flurry of activity. Three men, all of whom had been there the previous day, were busy setting up the flood lights and, to Becky's horror, camera equipment. She realized that all the activity was for her.

One of the men noticed that the young girl had awakened and walked over to her.

"Hi bitch. You ready for your big day?" he asked, reaching down and taking one of Becky's breasts into his hand. "Nice tits," He said.

Becky looked up at him with disdain.

"Bitch," the man growled, and Becky felt him give a hard twist to one of her nipples. She grunted in pain.

"Oh," the man continued, "You like this shit, huh?"

"Let her alone," a girl's voice said from across the room. The man spun around to face the biker girl who had helped Becky the previous night.

"You want me to fuck you instead?" the man said to her. "Maybe you want me to waste you right now?"

"Touch me and Red Devil'l cut your balls off," the girl answered with a snap. "Just let her alone, that's all. She'll have enough in a while."

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