"Fuck you," the man retorted and began to untie Becky. Looking down at Becky he winked at her. "Maybe you and I'll go outside and do some serious fucking before the shit starts.

Becky looked helplessly across the room to the biker girl. The girl walked up to the man and grabbed his arm. He again spun around, striking the girl across the face. She tumbled back onto the floor. Without speaking, he walked to her and quickly gave her a hard kick into the stomach. Becky heard the air rush out of the girl's lungs.

The two men who had been in the room rushed to the man's side and grabbed his arms.

"You fuckin' nuts?" one asked the man. "He'll fuckin' kill ya."

The man shook the two men off.

"I told you to shut the fuck up bitch," the man said to the girl who was now gasping for air on the floor. "Just shut the fuck up."

With that, he walked back to Becky and finished untieing her. Grabbing her by the arm, he roughly pulled her to her feet and shoved her towards the door. One of the other men tried to stop them but was shoved aside.

"Tell Devil I'll have her back when I fuckin' get done with her," the man growled as he walked out the door.

"You're hurting my arm," Becky pleaded as she was half drug across the empty yard towards a densely trade area. "Please?"

"Shut the fuck up bitch," the man replied and only grabbed her arm tighter. "Shut up or I'll fuckin' break your arm."

Becky believed him and stumbled as she tried to keep up. She had nothing on her feet and she felt the stones and glass cutting her as she walked.

After arriving at the wooded area, the man turned and swiftly picked the young girl up into his arms.

"C'mon bitch, let's go," he said as he pushed through the bushes and high weeds. Becky felt thorns from ground cover scratch across her as the man used her body to shield himself.

Finally they came to a small clearing and the man literally dumped the young girl on the ground. Becky stared at him as he kicked his shoes off and undid his belt. Dropping his pants he exposed what had already become an enormous erection.

Without speaking, the man dropped to his knees and grabbed the young girls head bringing it smacking up against his cock.

"Take it in your mouth bitch," the man ordered Becky. When she hesitated momentarily, the man slapped her down flat onto her back and straddled her chest. His cock lay prone across her face.

"Open your mouth, bitch," he ordered as he squeezed her cheeks with his fingers, forcing it open.

Her mouth now open, Becky felt the smooth head of the man's cock glide across her sore and tender lips. The man slowly began pushing in and out of her mouth. She lay still under him, eyes closed, trying not to think of what was going on. The man continued to push in and out of her mouth. It seemed that with each penetration he pushed himself further and further in.

Becky began to gag as the man grabbed her head and violently began to fuck her face. She felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat and, in the position her head was, found it increasingly difficult to breathe. The man then repositioned himself over her so that her head was flat on the ground and his waist was right above her. In this position, he was able to literally plunge himself over and over again into her mouth. Becky tried to resist with her hands and arms, attempting to support the man's weight but he was simply too large.

After a few minutes of this, Becky felt the man begin to moan and she realized that the end was near. Within seconds, she felt the man slam into her face and felt his hot liquid squirt against the back of her throat. Gagging, she managed to finally pull away from the man and roll onto her side. Her freedom was only momentary as the man quickly grabbed her and again pinned her down to the ground.

Almost instantly, the man was on top of her, spreading her young legs apart. Roughly he entered her and began pumping into her. Again, Becky closed her eyes and tried to distance herself from the man who was raping her. Suddenly she felt the man tense and almost collapse down on top of her. Looking up, she saw a strange look in the man's eyes and then realized that the biker's leader was standing above them.

The large man had a large rock in his hand that was slightly stained with blood. Within seconds of the time the man raping her had tensed, Becky saw the leader again smash into the back of the man's head with the rock. Again the man tensed, this time he also grunted. Becky stared in horror as she saw the man's eyes roll up into their sockets.

With the third smash of the rock, the man fell limp onto Becky's body. Becky felt nearly smothered with his weight. The leader continued to hit the man across the back of the head with the rock, time after time. Now, with each hit, Becky felt a spray of blood come across her face. She felt the cock inside of her grow rapidly limp.

Finally, Becky saw two other men rush up and grab the leaders arms. The rock fell to the ground with a thud, barely missing her own head.

"Let me the fuck go," the large man grunted. "Clean this shit up."

And with that, he pushed the man off of Becky and grabbed her by the arm pulling her to her feet.

"C'mon bitch," the man growled, "You want to fuck, I'll give you some fuck."

"But," Becky protested, "But I......"

Her words were cut short by the man throwing her to the ground. The young girl landed in a dense sticker bush. She screamed in pain.

Reaching down, the large man literally lifted Becky up by the arm. She felt the tiny thorns tearing across her body, leaving small scratches. Once free of the bush, the man again threw her to the ground. Becky looked up and saw three other men running towards her.

"Hold her ass down," the leader commanded, and the three men threw themselves onto Becky. She looked up helplessly at the raging man.

Quietly and without any hesitation, the leader bent down and picked up a jagged stick, about twelve or thirteen inches long. Becky watched in horror as he ordered the three men who were holding her in place to spread her legs apart.

"You want fuck, bitch?" the large man raged. "You want a good fuck?"

Becky screamed in terror. "No, Please," she cried. "He dragged me out here, I didn't want...."

Again her voice was cut off by the violent actions of the leader. As she spoke he had bent over and was prodding between her legs with the stick. Finding her tender opening, he jammed the rod slightly into her.

Becky screamed in pain as the jagged stick found her flesh. She could feel its edges as it entered her, leaving tiny splinters as it did. Looking up through her tears she saw one of the men holding her straining his neck to see exactly what was happening. He was smiling.

"There bitch," the leader yelled at Becky, "there, you happy? Or you want more?"

"No, please," the young girl pleaded, but to no avail. Almost immediately she felt the man jabbing the stick further into her. Again she screamed in agony.

"Shit, man," one of the men holding Becky muttered, "shit!"

"Shut the fuck up," the leader screamed at the man. And with that he ripped the stick from inside Becky. The girl felt as though her insides had been torn apart.

"Get her the fuck inside," the leader ordered and the three men complied.

Again inside the house, Becky was thrown into the darkened room where she had spent the first night. Curling into the fetal position, she cried, cried harder than she had ever cried before. Once again, her entire body ached and she kept seeing the picture of the man who was raping her being killed while he was inside of her. She could not cleanse her mind of the sight of the back of the man's head as she was pulled away from him.

Suddenly and strangely, she thought of her father, the man who had warned her never to go into that place on the highway. She longed to hear his and her mother's voice again, to play with her dog, to see her friends at school. She guessed that her parents had already called the police about her, that they were all looking for her. But where was she? Was she even still in the same state? With those thoughts straining through her mind, she fell asleep.

BIKERS 6

Becky awoke with a start as she realized that she again was not alone. She had been dreaming, a dream in which she was once again at home, with her family, leading a normal life. She had, by now, lost track of the actual time that she had been held captive. Quickly though, she was brought back to reality.

One of the men who she had seen several times working a camera was standing over her nudging her with his foot. Looking up at him from her angle he looked ten feet tall.

"C'mon bitch," he said softly. Somehow, those words coming out from him in a gentle manner confused the young girl even more. "C'mon, get up." His tone was almost apologetic.

Groping back to full consciousness, Becky struggle to her feet. The man gently took her arm and assisted her. Suddenly Becky realized that she was standing naked in front of the man but, surprising even herself, she no longer made any effort to cover herself. Gingerly the man led the young girl to the door and quietly opened it. Looking around the larger room, Becky saw about ten men and several girls at various places. Most were sleeping. Two were in a corner talking quietly. In the far corner, Becky could see the girl who she had spoken with the previous night, at least she thought it was the previous night, (it could have been days), performing oral sex on the leader. The large man was sitting in a chair with the girls head bobbing up and down at his waist. Becky wondered to herself how a girl could ever put herself into a situation like that, on purpose.

The man with Becky motioned her over to where the leader and the girl were. The leader had his head resting back and his eyes closed. Close up, Becky could clearly see the man's large cock sliding in and out of the girls mouth. The girl stopped as Becky approached and looked up at her. With that, the leader opened his eyes but let his head continue resting on the back of the chair.

"Bitch," the large man said to the girl kneeling in front of him, "did I tell you to fuckin' stop?"

The girl quickly glanced at Becky and almost immediately went back to her task at hand. Becky cringed as she saw the man's cock again disappear into the girls mouth.

The large man then lifted his head and smiled at Becky.

"How 'bout you bitch?" he said very quietly. "You like this kind of action?"

Becky said nothing and stood silently still.

"I mean it bitch," the man continued. "This is some good shit, huh?"

With that the man grabbed the girl's head from between his legs and yanked it back with a handful of hair. The girl grunted a little from the roughness but said nothing.

"She's a fine lookin' bitch, ain't she?" he asked Becky, motioning at the girl he held in his hands. "Bet you'd love to fuck something like this wouldn't ya."

Becky simply stood there staring at the man, quietly. The man pulled the kneeling girl back to his cock and let her continue. Again he let his head drop back onto the chair and Becky saw his eyes close. She shifted her weight waiting for him to move again. The man holding Becky's arm stood by, also silent.

Becky watched as the scene in front of her unfolded. The girl continued to suck on the man's cock, occasionally licking the sides and bottom with a long tongueing motion. The act continued for four or five minutes. Then, suddenly and without warning, in one motion, the leader sat up, reached down and roughly pushed the girl away from him. From her kneeling position, she landed hard on her side with a thud. At the same time he immediately grabbed Becky by the arm and pulled her to her knees in front of him.

"Your turn bitch," he said to her. Becky looked up at him in horror.

"And you," the leader continued, looking at the girl he had just pushed away, "you help her. I want you bitches to become good friends."

With that, the girl scrambled back to her knees and returned to between the man's legs. The man grabbed Becky's head and slammed it against his mid- section.

"C'mon bitch, I gotta give you fuckin' lessons?" he said loudly to Becky. "Shit, I figured you had this shit by now."

Becky parted her lips and let the man push his member into her sore mouth. She held still as the man moved his hips back and forth and let himself slide in and out. Meanwhile, Becky felt the girl next to her duck her head down under the man's cock. Occasionally she felt the girl's tongue as it slide up the underside of his cock. Much to her own surprise, (again), Becky no longer really cared about what she was doing. This was all as a dream sequence, nothing was real in her mind.

In a few minutes the leader began pumping harder and harder into Becky's mouth and, by now, Becky knew what was coming....literally. She recognized that she was helpless to do anything and tried again to just put all of what was going on out of her mind. Still, when the first stream of bitter fluid entered her mouth, she gagged and found herself on her hands and knees, attempting to vomit up that which was not in her stomach. The salty, acrid fluid hung in her mouth like paste.

Becky saw the man stand up in front of her and braced herself for a blow to the head. Nothing came.

"Shit," the leader said looking down at the young girl, "What a fuckin' waste."

With that comment, the large man spit, most of landing on Becky's back, then stepped over her and began to leave the room.

"Get the bitch cleaned up," he ordered to no one in particular. "I want her lookin' real fuckin' pretty when I get back."

Then, looking at one of the men who had operated the camera when Becky's friend was being killed, "I got a great fuckin' idea about a flic, come with me."

The man immediately got to his feet and followed the large man out. Becky heard the roar of motorcycles starting and leaving. The girl who had just been with her and the leader took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

"You'll be OK, hon," she whispered, "He likes you, you're OK."

Becky looked at the girl in disbelief as she was led out the door into the bright sunshine.

"Look," the girl told Becky, "You need to clean up then we'll get you something to eat. You gotta be starving."

Becky realized suddenly that she had not eaten in what could have been days, nor had she used the bathroom. Suddenly she became very hungry and thirsty.

"Can I eat first?" she asked the girl.

"Listen hon," the girl said as she pulled Becky to face her, "You better start understanding that this isn't your fancy home and we ain't your mommy and daddy. The only reason you're still alive is because Red Devil likes you and figures you can make him some money. Otherwise, you'd have been the one he killed, not your friend. And," the girl continued almost in a whisper, "if you're smart, you won't ask any questions and just do whatever I or anyone else here tells you to do, OK?"

Becky looked into the girls eyes. The girl was not unattractive and Becky wondered again how she had gotten into this situation. Surely she couldn't like being used by these guys.

The girl led Becky out to the center of the yard and picked up the hose. Squeezing the handle, a fine mist sprayed over the young girl's body. The water felt cool and refreshing against the skin that had been abused so badly the last number of days. Becky simply stood there and let the biker girl hose her off.

"OK," the girl said, "lets go get us something to eat before Devil comes back."

With that, she led Becky back into the house and into the small kitchen. Becky sat down at the table. The vinyl covering on the chair was cold against her naked skin but felt good. Watching the biker girl intently, Becky tried to determine something, anything at all, about what made this girl tick. The biker girl put a bowl in front of Becky and filled it with cereal and milk. Becky immediately began to eat and the biker girl sat down at the table across from her.

"How'd you end up here?" Becky inquired between mouthfuls. This was the first time she had actually had anything to eat in what seemed like days and she was keeping her mouth stuffed.

"What you mean by that?" the girl asked with an obviously perturbed sound in her voice.

"I just mean, how did you end up with these guys?" Becky responded softly. The tone in the other girl's voice frightened her.

"Listen bitch," the biker girl responded in an angry voice, "just because I live here with these guys don't mean I'm any worse than you."

"I didn't mean...." Becky tried to interrupt.

"Bullshit, you didn't mean," the girl continued. "You honey girls always think your shit don't stink and that we're just a bunch of sluts. Well, yeah, I fuck an suck these guys, right. But shit, you'll end up fuckin' and suckin' some guy for the same fuckin' reason I do it. That's to fuckin' survive."

"But," Becky was now scared. "But....."

"But shit!" the girl exclaimed. With that she reached across the table and grabbed the nearly empty bowl that Becky had been eating from and threw it across the room. It crashed against the wall, breaking into pieces. Becky jumped up and ran towards the kitchen door. She managed to get to the door before the biker girl could catch her but it was bolted shut. She fell to her knees crying and waiting for the biker girl to hit or kick her.

No such attack came. Instead, the biker girl now seemed perfectly calm. Kneeling down, the biker girl pulled Becky close to her and tenderly kissed her forehead. Becky felt a chill as the other girl's lips touched her skin.

"That's OK, hon," the girl whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. It's just I don't like being called a slut."

Becky said nothing in return but knelt tensely in the other girl's arms.

"Relax, hon," the girl continued to whisper. "Just relax. It's OK."

With that, Becky felt the girl pull her even closer. Slowly the biker girl began stroking Becky's hair and back, letting her hand wonder across her back. Becky closed her eyes tightly as the biker girl's hand found one of her still tender breasts.

"Shit," the biker girl whispered, "they did a fuckin' job on you didn't they?"

Becky remained silent.

"You're bruised as shit," the girl continued softly and lowered her head down and gingerly kissed Becky's left nipple. Becky again felt a cool chill down her back. "Those fuckers just don't know, do they hon?"

Becky wanted to get up and run away but she knew that she would be caught. What this girl was doing to her was, in her mind, worse than what the men had done but she knew she had no alternative. Maybe, just maybe, if she were to befriend this girl, she could get help in escaping. She let the biker girl continue to carress and kiss her breasts.

"Here, hon," the biker girl said, "relax." With that the girl urged Becky flat onto her back. "It's OK," the girl continued to whisper, over and over again. Once Becky was on the floor the biker girl straddled her midsection and leaned forward. Becky felt the warmth of the girl's breath just inches from her face.

"Hon, you're beautiful," the girl whispered in Becky's ear. The warmth of the girl's breath as she talked so close to her ear sent chills throughout Becky's body.

Becky felt the girl lightly nibble and lick at her ear, occasionally letting her tongue slide into the opening. Becky was, in spite of her own feelings, becoming excited. She felt herself begin to perspire.

"Oh," the girl again whispered, sensing Becky's reluctant acceptance of her advances, "you like this, don't you. Bet you never knew it could be so good, did you?"

Saying nothing, and keeping her eyes closed, Becky felt the girl's lips move across her neck and up to her mouth. Each kiss was thrilling. There was such a difference between this girl and the men. Kissing her tenderly on the lips, the girl licked Becky, probing her tongue between Becky's closed lips. A slight moan escaped Becky's lips.

"Me too," the girl said softly to Becky. "Me too."

With that, the girl slowly slid down Becky's body, stopping for a moment to suckle at Becky's young breasts. Not stopping though, Becky felt the girl continue to slide down until her head was only inches away from her pubic area. Closing her eyes even tighter, Becky braced herself for what was to come.

Parting Becky's lower lips with her fingers, the girl let her tongue trace along her opening. Becky moaned lowly, not wishing to, but almost being forced to.

"Shit," Becky heard the girl comment, "they've even fucked you up down here. How the fuck did they get splinters in you?"

Becky remained quiet. She was embarrassed that this was enjoyable but, for the first time since her capture, she was not completely terrified. She felt the girl continue to gently kiss her and felt her tongue slowly probe inside of her. Becky became aware of the sweat that was now pouring off of her body.

The sound of a man's voice and heavy footsteps coming into the room brought Becky back to reality and brought the biker girl quickly to her knees.

"What the fuck?" the man exclaimed as he walked towards the two girls.

Becky looked up at the man, she had seen him once before at the bar. He was not one of the men who had killed her friend but he was big, bigger than Red Devil. She stayed flat on her back looking up at the man from the floor.

"What the fuck you doing?" he asked the biker girl who was now standing.

"Nothing," the girl answered back defiantly. "Besides, what the fuck is it to you?"

The man said nothing, simply swung out with his fist catching the girl square on the jaw. The biker girl literally flew across the room and slammed against the wall. Sitting up, Becky saw a trickle of blood come out of the corner of the biker girl's mouth.

"You mother fucker," the biker girl cried. "Wait til Devil gets back, he'll cut your balls off for that."

"Fuck I will," another voice said. Becky looked at the door and saw the leader standing at the doorway. The biker girl scrambled onto her feet and ran to him. When she approached him, she was greeted with the same result at the other man. The leader violently swung his fist at the girl, catching her on the same spot the previous man had hit. Again, the biker girl flew across the room and slammed against the wall.

"I'm sick of your shit," the leader half screamed at the girl. "All the fuck you do is shoot up shit and cause fuckin' trouble. You don't even fuck good anymore."

"Devil," the girl spoke through swollen lips, "I love you."

"Fuck you," the man responded. "That little bitch on the floor," he said, pointing at Becky, "she fucks and sucks ten times better'n you. And she don't do it for shit."

Looking over at the man still standing next to Becky he motioned him to pick the biker girl up. Then looking over at Becky he said, "Get the fuck up bitch and get your ass in the other room."

Becky scrambled to her feet as she saw the large man violently yank the biker girl to her feet. The girl attempted to defend herself and was just shoved across the room into the facing wall. Again she fell to the floor in a heap.

As Becky moved towards the door, the leader grabbed her by her arm and spun her around to face him.

"It's your lucky day, bitch," the man snarled. "You were gonna be my little movie star til that bitch acted up. Now, you get to watch a pro in action."

"No Devil," the biker girl whimpered from the corner. "Please, no."

"Get her in the other room," the leader ordered, shoving Becky through the door.

Becky was pushed into a chair and ordered to sit still or they would again tie her up. As she looked around the room, she saw a new addition. There was a doberman pincher sitting across from her.

Becky heard the biker girl scream as she entered the room. Turning to face her she saw that the large man had the girl's arm bent behind her at an almost impossible angle. She wasn't sure at all what was happening or why it was happening. While she felt relieved that it wasn't her that the attention was being paid to, she was again terrified. Somehow she had developed a measure of liking for the biker girl and it hurt to see her abused.

The biker girl was thrown down onto the bed across the room and held there by the large man. Almost immediately, the same people who had been in the room the previous day came through the front door.

BIKERS 7

Becky watched in horror as the actions in the room took on the same tone as they had when she watched her friend killed. The biker girl that she had just been with moments ago now struggled in vain to free herself from the men who had her in their grasp. Becky thought of the film she had seen in science of piranha who devoured their prey in a feeding frenzy. The men acted the same way. The girl they now held down was a girl that each had probably had sex with a dozen times and who, Becky thought, had probably had oral sex with more than that. Now, though, it was as if she was nothing but a piece of meat. And nothing that she had witnessed up to this point explained their sudden hatred of her.

"Get her fuckin' clothes off," the leader bellowed and the men holding the squirming girl obliged. Quickly and without much trouble they had the girl naked. Becky saw the tattoo that the girl sported on her left breast, probably another demand of the "leader."

"OK, tie her ass up," the leader ordered and again the men quickly did as they were told.

All the while this was going on, the biker girl kept pleading with the group to stop, literally pleading for her life. She was ignored.

"Get the fuckin' camera's goin'," the leader demanded, "I want to get all this shit." His voice sounded disappointed that he had not already captured this much on film. Immediately Becky saw one of the men grab a camera off the floor and turn it on, facing towards the biker girl who was now arching her back off the bed in an attempt to release the cords that held her down. All her action appeared to caused was a tightening of the ropes. Becky saw the girl's hands and feet begin to turn bright red from the reduced blood flow.

"I've always said you fuck like a dog," Red Devil said very casually as he walked toward the helpless girl, "now we're gonna see if you can fuck a real dog."

"No please," the biker girl pleaded through the tears streaming down her face, "I love you Devil, please don't."

"Fuck you bitch," was the large man's only reply as he looked down at the girl in disgust. "Fuck you and everyone you fuckin' know."

"But, why? Devil," the girl continued, now barely audible above her whimpering, "Why me? I love you."

Without muttering a word the leader reached down and grabbed the girl by the crotch, his fingers digging deep into the girl. Becky watched the biker girl's face turn bright red as she screamed in pain. Her screams only intensified as the man literally lifted her up by her vagina, his fingers reaching deep into her.

"God, No," the girl screamed. "Please, no. Stop!"

"You gettin' this shit on film?" the leader asked the man with the camera. The cameraman motioned that he had.

"You like this shit, bitch," the leader asked, facing towards Becky. He still had his fingers inside the biker girl and was continuing to hold her mid-section up in the air. Becky stared at the bed as it shook violently as the man twisted and shook his impaled hand. "Maybe you'd like some of the action too?"

Becky looked up at the man. He was standing there with a perverse grin on his face and for an instant she actually thought she was looking directly at the devil.

Not wasting his time with Becky, the man turned back to the girl writhing in pain on the bed.

"Go get me some shit from the kitchen, some of that fuckin' hamburger meat that's in there," he ordered one of the other girls in the room. She immediately jumped to her feet and ran into the kitchen. She returned within seconds holding a pound or so of raw meat.

"Give that shit to me," the leader ordered and ripped off a handful as she approached. In one swift motion, he jammed the meat directly into the biker girls exposed opening, plowing nearly his whole hand into her in the process. Again the girl screamed in agony. Becky saw a spot of blood appear on the sheet under the girl's still raised body. The spot grew wider by the minute.

"OK, bring me Satan," the leader ordered the man holding the large dog. The dog was led directly to the leader who withdrew his his hand from inside the girl with a plopping sound.

"Here boy," he said to the dog, "taste this shit."

The dog immediately began licking the man's closed fist.

Dropping the girl onto the bed the leader took hold of the dog's head and pushed it directly up to the girl's crotch. The dog's tail began wagging and the dog began licking at the girl's slightly bloodied slit. Again the girl began to beg and plead.

"Please no," the girl's voice had panic in it. "Please Devil, no. Don't...."

The girl's voice was cut off as the doberman began to dig it's nose into the girls crotch to try to retrieve the meat that was jammed up inside of her. The biker girl screamed as the dog began to chew at her insides and Becky saw a steady stream of blood now start to run down the girls leg. Becky watched in disbelief as the dog's nose slowly but steadily disappeared into the biker girl's body. All along the leader continued standing nearby watching intently and all of the other men and women either sat or stared in silence.

"How's it feel?" the leader asked the girl as he walked up beside her. By now the doberman had his entire nose inside of the girl and was straining to advance even further. Each move the girl made up or down trying to push or pull the dog away seemed to make the animal even more determined to get what it was after. The girl's screams continued as she strained in vain to free herself from the humiliation and pain she was encountering.

Finally, and without any warning, the biker leader simply and effortlessly pulled the dog away from the girl and handed the leash to another man. He walked up to the girl who was now laying on the bed exhausted from her efforts to free herself and looked down at her.

"I fuckin' hate you," the man said quite matter of factly as he looked down at the whimpering girl.

"Please," the girl begged quietly, "Please baby, I love you, don't do this to me."

"Fuck you bitch," was the man's only reply as he turned towards Becky. Becky cringed down into the chair as he began to walk towards her.

"OK bitch," he said to Becky, "It's your fuckin' turn. Do good and you'll be a fuckin' movie star." With that, he grabbed Becky's arm and pulled her to her feet.

"You ain't done half bad learning how to give good head but I think your ass needs some practice," the man said as he pulled Becky close to him. Looking at the other bikers in the room, he asked, "What ya all think." He was greeted with some hoots and jeers.

"Ya see bitch," he continued, now looking directly into Becky's eyes, "they agree. And shit, I gotta do what they say, huh? This is a fuckin' democracy."

Becky tried to pull away from the man, to no avail.

"What the fuck you doin' bitch," the man half yelled, pulling Becky back close to him. "You want me to have Max fuckin' eat you alive too?"

With that he violently threw Becky to the floor next to the doberman where she landed with a thud.

"Ok bitch," the man ordered, standing directly over her head, "do it."

"Please no," Becky pleaded with the man. "Please......."

Her voice was cut off by the man who grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back to face directly up to him.

"Listen bitch," the man snarled threateningly, "You either get to fuckin' work on that dog or I swear I'll fuckin' cut your goddamned fingers off and feed 'em to him one by one. You fuckin' understand whore?"

Becky continued crying as the man released his grip on her hair and shoved her head down towards the dog who was laying quietly with his head up. Slowly, Becky moved her hand to the dog and felt it's strong, muscular body. Looking at its face she could see the remains of the biker girl's blood still smeared on him. The man holding the dog's leash bent down and pulled the dog over on it's side and then held it's rear leg up in the air, exposing the dog's black, hair covered penis.

"Do it bitch," the leader yelled. "Do it fuckin' now or you'll never wear a fuckin' ring again."

With that, Becky, still crying violently, bent down and took the dog's penis into her hand. It felt disgusting to her and she gagged on her own breath.

"Little early for that, ain't it bitch?" the leader questioned and reached down, pushing Becky's head up against the dog's cock.

"I'm gonna give your ass three seconds to suck that dog's cock and then I'm gonna start fuckin' cuttin', you got it?" the man demanded.

"One................two.............."

Becky took a deep breath between her sobs and lowered her head down to the doberman's cloaked cock. Slowly she let the tip of it slip between her lips, the sheer smell of it making her gag. Almost immediately the leader reached down and shoved her head against the dog. Becky felt the dog's hairy shield slam into her mouth. The dog, feeling this unknown intrusion on itself, jumped and attempted to free itself but the man holding it's leash had its head mashed down with his knee and another man was holding its rear legs still and apart. Becky still feared that the dog would rip her to shreds.

Not satisfied that she was "doing" her best, the leader took a handful of Becky's hair and began jerking her head up and down over the dogs cock. Slowly, the dog began to respond and Becky felt a slimy, warm, fingerlike object begin to protrude into her mouth. The taste was disgusting, even more so than the men who had done this to her. Again she tried to put all out of her mind, to blank everything out.

Finally, after several minutes of this, the leader yanked Becky's hair back and pulled her head away from the doberman.

"OK bitch, you had fuckin' enough?" the large man roared at her.

Becky looked up at the man in silence, tears streaming down her face. Her entire body was shaking and she felt sickenly naseaus.

"I said," the man nearly screamed, "You had fuckin' enough?"

"Yes," Becky answered weakly.

With that, the man pulled her hair up straight, bringing the quivering girl to her feet. Once there, the man released his grip.

"Listen bitch," the man said coarsly, staring into Becky's eyes just inches from her face, "from now on you're my bitch, you got it. That means that from now on you do what I say, when I say, and how I say. And you better fuckin' believe that if you ever fuck with me I'll cut your tits off and feet 'em to the fuckin' dog. You under fucking stand?"

"Yes," Becky again answered meekly, through her tears.

"Fuckin' good," the man responded. "Now get on your fuckin' knees and give me a blow job, I'm fuckin' horny."

Becky hesitated for only a second, looking at the man's face.

"What the fuck did I just tell you bitch," the man roared at her. As he spoke, he reached forward and grabbed Becky's right nipple giving it a violent twist between his thumb and fingers. The girl screamed and dropped to her knees.

"Now give me a fuckin' blow job," the man roared again. Becky heard jeers and giggles coming from the others in the room. The leader unzipped his pants and fished himself out. Becky immediately took him in her mouth and began to suck.

"That's it bitch," the man said, running his fingers through her hair, "You're my fucking slave bitch now."

Then, in a motion that seemed to Becky to take hours but only took seconds, she saw the man pull a large knife from his belt and slowly run it across the biker girl's neck. The biker girl screamed in horror as the blood from her split veins started to spurt away from her body. The man watched for a second and then plunged the knife into the girl's protruding throat. Her screams turned into hollow gurgling sounds.

Becky watched in disbelief as the spurts of blood slowly diminished in height. The biker girl, rapidly weakening, shook violently, straining at the ropes that held her in place.

Breaking the scene, Becky watched one of the other biker's casually walk over to the bed and drop his pants to the floor. In silence, the man stroked himself hard for only a few seconds and plunged himself into the dying girl abused vagina. The biker girl, now unconscious, simply lay there limp. As the blood from her neck stopped spurting, Becky saw the girl's body tense dramatically, actually lifting the weight of the man who was plunging in and out of her. The girl's eyes drew wide and her mouth opened as if to scream. No sound escaped her lips and, after holding that nightmare pose for several seconds, the girl collapsed back to the bed. The man plunging into her slammed himself into her one final time and moaned slightly then pulled out.

"Nothin' like it," the man said, turning to Becky.

Becky suddenly felt violently sick and began to gag. She felt someone lift her up and take her across the room, pushing her again into her dark prison. The cereal she had eaten just a couple hours earlier came flowing to the surface and she vomited across the floor before passing out.

BIKERS 8

Becky was awakened by a loud scream in the next room. At first she thought she had dreamt it but now, wide awake, she heard it again. Struggling to her feet, with every inch of her in pain, she moved towards the door and listened. Again, she heard a scream. While not certain of the nature of the sounds, Becky was certain that they were screams of pain and that they emanated from a female.

Without warning and without sound, suddenly the door swung open. A large man, who Becky had not seen in her past encounters, stood at the doorway holding a girl probably nine or ten years older than herself. Grasping her by her arm the man literally threw the girl into the room. The girl landed sprawling on the floor. The man then moved forward and grabbed Becky by the arm, twisting it tightly until it was up against her back. She was led into the outside room which was brightly lit.

Around the room Becky saw many of the men and several of the women that he had seen almost constantly since her abduction. The leader was laying on the floor, seemingly half-asleep, with one of the girls laying her head across his large stomach.

"Hey bitch," the leader said with a sarcastic smirk, "you look fuckin' awful. What the fuck you been doing, fucking dogs?"

Becky said nothing and the man holding her pushed her arm up even higher.

"Answer him, whore," the man holding her ordered.

Before Becky had a chance to speak, the man pushed her arm up even higher with a swift motion. She cried out in pain.

"Fuckin' rich bitch," the man said as he shoved Becky away from him. "All the fuckin' same...ain't worth a good fuck."

Becky turned and watched the large man walk out the front door.

"You're lucky bitch," the leader said from his place on the floor. "The bitch he fucked with ain't here no more. Ya see he's fuckin' crazy. I mean, I'm fucking nuts but he's fuckin' crazy."

Becky stood there simply watching him.

"Shit bitch," the leader said, with almost a tinge of sympathy in his voice, "you look like shit. Why don't you fuckin' get cleaned up."

With that, the leader motioned the girl laying across him to get up and take Becky to get cleaned up. The girl mumbled something and then began to get to her feet. As she did the large man reached up and tweaked one of her nipples through her shirt.

"Fuck you Devil," the girl said under her breath as she pulled away from the man.

"Yeah right bitch," the man replied. "Best fuck you'll ever have."

The girl got to her feet and began to walk towards the back of the house. Becky followed hesitantly. The girl motioned her into a room at the back of the house and Becky couldn't beleive her eyes. There was a mirror facing her next to a tub and shower. The sight in Becky's eyes made her almost vomit. The face that looked back at her in the mirror was swollen and bruised. She gazed across her image for a moment, seeing the dried blood on her cheeks and the marks across her neck and upper chest. For the first time she realized just how abused she had been.

"Get in the fuckin' shower bitch," the girl next to her ordered. Becky didn't listen but continued to look in amazement at the mirror. The girl didn't ask a second time but shoved Becky away from the mirror towards the tub. Caught unaware, Becky lost her balance and fell roughly into the tub, hitting her head on the faucet.

Unsympathetic, the girl reached down and turned the knob. Ice cold water sprayed across Becky and, still dazed from the hit on the head, tried to struggle to her feet but tumbled back into the tub. Suddenly the water turned from cold to warm to hot. Becky became aware of the abrupt change in temperature as the water reached the near scolding level. She scrambled to her feet as the steaming water streamed across her. The girl standing next to the tub let go a slight chuckle as she turned the cold water on.

"Get nice a clean bitch," the girl said. "Don't make me have to come in here and clean your ass out."

With that the girl walked out of the room, leaving Becky alone.

Becky picked up a bar of soap laying at the bottom of the filthy tub and began to wash. Her entire body ached and was sore to the touch. Looking down across herself, Becky looked at the burn marks on her breasts, the swollen abused nipple area. Streaks of blood stained her upper legs from the abusive sex that she had endured. Thoughts of her dead friend came back to her. She closed her eyes for a moment and saw Leslie's eyes as the men tortured her. She heard the screams of agony and suddenly remembered the awful sound of death finally coming. Her mind wandered to the biker girl who screamed in misery as she was literally devoured by the dog. She saw as in real life the man having sex with her and then having his head smashed open with a rock as he lay on top of her. She suddenly remembered the taste of the dog she had orally serviced and she began to cry. Softly at first, then more loudly. Falling to her knees, she knelt in the tub, feeling the now soothing water rush across her body.

How long had she been here. From her best memory it had only been three, maybe four days. How long would they keep her before killing her. All these thoughts rushed through her mind.

Becky's thoughts were interupted by the door swinging open. One of the men entered and stood over her. Becky had never seen this man before. She had long since lost any semblence of modesty and just looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.

"So you're our new fuckin' whore," the man said as he reached down and pulled the young girl to her feet. "Finish getting cleaned up and get your ass out there before we finish up for you."

There was almost a tone of sympathy in his voice. Continuing to cry, Becky washed off and used the bar of soap on her hair again letting the water stream across her. She was aware that the man next to her was watching her every movement but no longer cared. After she rinsed the soap from her hair, the man turned the water off and took her by the arm.

"No fuckin' need to dry off," the man said softly. "Let's go."

Becky was taken by the man back to the main room and was surprised to see that it now stood empty. She looked at the man's face.

"They'll be back," the man said to her. "Just get in your room and be quiet OK?"

"Please," the girl pleaded. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened or where you are. Please just let me go."

"Listen bitch," the man replied. "I really don't like this shit any more than you do but it's the way it is, OK? Now just don't cause me any fuckin' problems cause I got enough of 'em already. Fuck with me and I'll fuckin' slice your head off. Just get in your room and be fuckin' quiet."

With that the man took her by the arm and maneuvered her towards the closet door.

"Please," the girl continued to plead. "Just let me go, please."

"Shut up now," the man ordered as he opened the door and pushed her into the closet. Becky saw the form of the other girl laying on the floor. She was unconscious but breathing. Becky knelt down to the girl just as the man closed the door and she was bathed in darkness. But just as suddenly, a light came on brilliantly from a bulb overhead.

The girl on the floor was probably 23 or 24. She had long blonde hair and fine feature.

"A model," Becky thought.

On the girl were numerous signs of physical abuse. Dried blood streaked her chin and there were cigarette burns on her breasts. Looking down further, Becky saw familiar blood streaks down the girl's upper legs.

Becky smoothed back the girl's hair and took her head into her lap, sitting back against the wall. Her hair still wet, she wiped it across the girls forehead. Slowly, the girl began to stir and opened her eyes.

Suddenly the girl realized that she was not at home and this was not simply a dream. She bolted upright.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"My name is Becky," was the response. "Who are you?"

"Where am I, what are you doing here? Where are those men?"

"I don't know. They took me too and killed my friend. I don't know where we are but they'll be back, they always come back."

Becky saw terror in the girl's eyes. The same terror that she had felt a few days prior when this ordeal began.

"They did things to me," the girl began to half cry. "They did terrible things to me."

"I know," Becky replied. "Me too. And, like I said, they killed my friend."

"Why are they doing these things," the girl was now crying freely.

"I don't know, but I know they are sick. What's your name?"

"Jill," was the response through the girl's tears. "Can we get out of here?"

"No," Becky answered, "I don't think so."

Suddenly the door swung open. The man from the shower was standing there and ordered the blonde girl to her feet. She tried to cover herself from his view.

"Shit," he said, "fuckin' nice lookin' too. We got ourselves some good meat."

Becky realized that the sympathy she had heard in the man's voice was now gone. He had a different look about him and she suspected he had just taken some drugs.

Reaching in he took Jill by the arm and pulled her out. Becky remained on the floor as they left.

"Please no," Jill pleaded. "Please....."

Her words were cut off as Becky heard a thud on the floor. Moving, Becky went to the door and listened. The man was obviously raping the girl and Becky heard the moans and pleadings as it happened. Trying the door, Becky became aware that the door was unlocked. Slowly she opened the door and saw that the man was on top of the blonde girl, half kneeling over her. Becky stood watching for a moment as she saw the man, his back to her, thrusting his midsection time after time into the girl. Each movement of his produced a new outburst of tears from the blonde.

To her side a glimmer of light shone from the table. Becky looked down and saw a knife laying on the tabletop. It was a hunting knife, it's blade about eight inches long. WIthout sound, she picked up the knife and silently moved up behind the two figures on the floor. Looking down she saw the horror in the girls eyes and heard the grunting sound of the man as he abused her.

In one swift motion, Becky raised the knife above her head and slammed it into the man's back. The man stiffened and tried to turn around, attempting to struggle to his feet.

"Fuck," was the only sound that escaped his lips.

Becky withdrew the knife and slammed it into the man again, this time catching the man in the side, just under the armpit, as he began to turn. She felt the crunch of bone splitting under her blow. Still the man continued to turn and Becky again withdrew the knife. As the man struggled to his feet, Becky pulled the knife low and quickly thrust it up into the man's chest. The man grabbed at the knife but there was no strength in his hands. Becky glanced at his eyes. She almost took pleasure in the sight she saw. The man had the same look of terror and fear that she had seen in the two murdered girls just before their deaths.

Again, Becky pulled the knife from the man. He tumbled backwards, just missing the blonde who now sat half-upright staring in disbelief. Becky quickly knelt down next to the man and raised the knife over her head.

The man looked up at her unable to move.

"Please, no," the man muttered. "Please......."

Becky slammed the knife down into the man's chest, pulled up and slammed down again. Each time, she heard a gurgling sound from deep within the man's body. Time after time she slammed the knife into the body until there was no motion and no sound.

The blonde girl was in a state of shock just sitting there staring. Becky stood up and grabbed the girl by the arm.

"C'mon, Jill," Becky said with urgency, "we have to get out of here."

The girl did not move.

"C'mon Jill," Becky pleaded, "Now. We HAVE to get out of here."

Still the girl remained motionless...staring at the dead body in front of her.

"Shit," Becky thought. She tugged roughly on the girls arm and tried to pull her to her feet. Finally the girl seemed to come back to reality and stood up.

At that moment, the front door swung open and one of the biker girls appeared.

Subject: bikers10 nc/rape(9 is lost) From: alebeard@ix.netcom.com(Alebeard) Date: 6 Jan 1996 03:07:10 GMT Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

The gunfire was over as quickly as it had started. Becky held to the floor, afraid to move as she heard footsteps enter the room. Opening her eyes just a crack she saw three, then four, then several more men walk into the room. Becky saw that all had suits on and realized that she was now safe.

One of the men walked to her and helped her to her feet. Even now, though, Becky made no effort to cover her nude and battered body. The man helping her took his jacket off and put it over her shoulders. Becky broke down into tears and leaned against the man who held her tightly against him.

"It's OK, hon," the man whispered to her, "It's going to be all OK."

Becky opened her eyes and saw a familiar face enter the room. It was her father and she broke away from the man's arms and ran to him.

"Daddy," Becky cried, "Daddy, I love you."

With that her father took her into his arms and held her. Safely. Secure.

CHAPTER 10

Becky spent the next several weeks in the hospital. She had suffered some damage to her anal muscles and had found it nearly impossible to retain her bowel movements at first. Her strength came back quickly however and, somehow, she had proven negative for the aids virus. Scars from cigarette burns would remain with her forever on her breasts, reminders of her nightmare adventure. The staff at the hospital was superb and very supportive.

She also started psychotherapy at the same time, trying to help her to understand her emotions and how all of this would affect the rest of her life. At age 17, Becky had undergone more trauma than nearly anyone would in a lifetime. She had undergone more abuse than prisoners of war in Viet Nam had. Yet, somehow, in the back of her mind Becky knew that she would be alright.

Her many friends had visited her at the hospital over the time she was there. None asked too many questions, she figured that the doctors had told them not too. Her one big regret was that she had been unable to attend the funeral of Leslie. (Not that there was much left of her closest friend. After the bikers had killed her, they had thrown her body into the dog pen. Nearly starving dobermans had made short work of the young corpse, literally tearing it to pieces. The police had gathered what bones and remaining flesh they could find. It was not an open coffin funeral.)

After two weeks in the hospital, Becky was deemed well enough to go home. Most of her physical wounds had healed and, by all outward appearances, she was a healthy young lady. Inwardly, though, she was still a terrified little child. The nightmares had begun the first night in the hospital. Although she woke up terrified, she told no one about them, not even Dr. Barker, her psychiatrist. She had lied when he asked her about them. She just couldnt' tell him about them. If she told him she was having them, he'd make her tell her what was in them. And she just couldn't do that. She just couldn't. So, she hoped and prayed that they would just go away by themselves.

It got so that the dreams came every night now. And they were always on the same theme. Becky would find herself again with Leslie. The two of them would walk into a room and find the leader tied to a bed. He would be nude and his cock would be lying there limp. Becky would turn to Leslie and smile and then would walk over to her captive and touch his face. She remembers the feeling of evil that would come over her and she reached down and began stroking his cock until it became hard. As his erection grew harder, she would smile at the ugly man and then, without warning, grab him by the balls and twist. She would twist and twist until the man screamed in agony. Leslie would come over and try to pull her away, telling her to stop, but she wouldn't. She would feel the man's balls crushing in her hand as she continued to squeeze and twist.

This is where she would always wake up. Wake up angy and hurt and wanting to take the anger out on someone or something. There was a gnawing inside of her to hurt someone and it frightened her. She would then lay there awake for hours trying to force the thoughts from her mind. Becky didn't like thinking about hurting people but she could not stop considering ways to do it. She dreamed of ramming a ginsu knife up a man's asshole until he passed out from the pain. She dreamed of burning a man's peehole with a cigarette until it blistered up and then stroking the man until he came through the painful opening. She dreamed of strapping a man's mouth open and then shitting and pissing into it.

Every time that Becky tried to will the thoughts away, new ones would arrive. And, always, it was inflicting pain on some man. She knew that it was her subconscious trying to evoke revenge on the men who had hurt her. But she wanted control back. Wanted to know that all was again well in her mind. But the thoughts and the dreams kept coming. Coming in droves at her 17 year old brain. And the desire to live out her mental fantasies continued to grow. She held them locked up deep inside of herself so that no one would know. No one could ever know.

Even her father now brought fear to her mind. She used to be a daddy's girl but now could barely even bring herself to kiss him on the cheek. As she walked down the street, Becky would look at men with scorn and hate. She'd examine the crotch of their pants for any sign of a bulge and think about how she'd like to kick them there. There in the man's most tender and vulnerable area. She once saw a pair of dogs screwing, as dogs are prone to do, on her front lawn. She raced out of her house and kicked the male dog in the balls as the dog tried to get off in his bitch companion. The dog screeched and turned towards her to attack but was greeting by another kick in the jaw. The dog yelped a slight yelp and fell over on it's side. She had broken it's jaw with her foot. The dog tried to whimper away but Becky stayed at it, kicking it time and after time after time until the dog stopped moving.

A neighbor came running across the yard screaming for her to stop but it was too late. Becky came back to her senses and began to cry. She ran into her house sobbing to the screams of her neighbor. Becky went straight to her room and waited for her parents to come home. She was sure that they would be confronted at the driveway by the hysterical neighbor and would immediately come to her room. And it happened just as she thought. Her father came in nearly beside himself and sat down on her bed. On HER bed. She looked at him with eyes that betrayed no love for him. Only fear and hatred. The same kind of fear that the dog had shown when she was kicking him.

Her mother and father talked to her late into the evening. She agreed to go see Dr. Barker first thing the next morning.

"Dr. Barker," Becky thought to herself. "The old letch. I see him looking at my tits while I lay back on his couch. I know that he'd like to fuck me just like every man would like to fuck me. He's so fucking old that his cock would probably drop off inside of me if I let him. Oh, wouldn't that be funny. My dear old dad walking in to see me trying to get Dr. Barker's cock out of my cunt."

The words she thought were ones that she had never thought before.

Before the incident, as her father and mother now called her abduction and torture, Becky's biggest decisions centered around what outfit she should wear to school and who she should go out with on Friday night. Now, the mere thought of going to school or going out frightened her. There would be men there. There would be ugly and hateful men there. Men who only thought of her as being something that kept her cunt alive. That was it, a life support system for a cunt. That was all they thought of her.

And, from now on, she would be just that. A life support system for the dark pink opening that they all wanted to get into. A life support system that knew how to hurt men. She knew how to tease them into believing that she was only in it for the "feel good" times. Then she would hurt them. The bastards. The life support systems for six inches of hated flesh. Six inches of muscle surrounded by nerves and flesh and blood. Six inches that felt like sixteen inches when it slammed into her body.

Becky hated them. She hated everything about them. She felt the hate raging inside of her as she got up from her bed. Quietly and without hesitation she left her room and walked quickly to the front door. It was now late at night and her parents were asleep. Walking out the front door, she didn't know where she was going, but she was pretty sure she wanted to go somewhere.

The End