Bikers

Bikers,

"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 squeaked 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 mo 1000 ved.

"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 1000 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 t e3d here 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 vacuum 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...