Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals -a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books -all contain examples.
And when the innocent victims are young, the story is so much sadder...
Debby Davis is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager, Debby finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another at the hands of some brutal men, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
GANG BANG VIRGIN -the shocking story of an innocent woman learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Please, don't rape me, I'm a virgin!" Debby screamed in terror as Pete Komisky pushed his rock-hard prick against her outer cunt-lips.
"Shut up, teeny-cunt!" Pete rasped. "I love to fuck virgins. And I especially love to fuck cute little teenage bitches like you. Now quit fighting with me, or I'll have to rough you up some more!"
"Nooooo! Please, don't hit me any more!" she pleaded. My God! she thought. Pete Komisky was such a big, rough man. He had already slapped her around quite a bit in an effort to tame her. Debby Davis could hardly believe what was happening to her.
Here she was in a strange city -a runaway. She had thought that Pete was her friend. He had picked her up hitchhiking, and bought her dinner, and taken her to the drive-in movie.
But now he was raping her in his pickup truck. He was taking away her precious virginity.
And she was only sixteen years old.
"Yeah, you sure got a tight little pussy-hole, bitch!" Pete Komisky exclaimed. "And I'm gonna push my prick right up your tight, young cunt. I'm gonna bust your little cherry and make a woman of you. You ain't never gonna forget this night, sweetheart. And you ain't never gonna forget good ole Pete Komisky, either."
"Oh, my god! It hurts so much! I-I can't stand the pain!" Debby shouted. "Is... is this the way it's supposed to feel?"
"Yeah, the first time it's supposed to hurt, baby. But after that, it's a real kick. Now quit movin' your ass around so goddamned much. I'm gonna fuck your virgin pussy whether you like it or not. So there ain't no fuckin' use in you tryin' to stop me. Once Pete Komisky gets started, he don't stop until he gets what he wants. And right now, I want to fuck your tight cunt. So grin and bear it, darlin'. Maybe you'll learn to like it!"
Pete pumped his hips rhythmically in an effort to penetrate her cunt and break her cherry.
He had already torn off all of her clothes, so there was no problem getting to her pussy.
But she was a virgin. And her little cunt was really tight.
"Please, just fuck me and get it over with," she begged. Alligator tears streamed down her sweating face. Her features were contorted and she wept silently as she tried to maintain her sanity. She was afraid that he would beat her up if she did not submit to his brutal raping of her virgin pussy.
"Yeah, I'll fuck your cunt, bitch!" he rasped. "I'll fuck your litle pussy and make a woman of you. But damn!" he exclaimed impatiently. "I gotta get your cunt wet first. My prick is too fucking big to fit your tight cunt. So I gotta get your little teeny-cunt nice and juicy first."
"J-just do whatever you have to do," Debby pleaded. "J-just fuck me and get it over with. I can't stand much more of this. And my little pussy hurts so much. Please. Just fuck me and leave me alone."
Pete pressed his bulbous cock-knob between her pussy-lips. He could feel her cunt begin to open to receive his raging hard-on. Her pussy-lips were getting wet and juicy.
Pete thought about what a stud he was. He was proud of his sexual prowess. Goddamn, he thought, he sure was a hell of a good fucker! Sure, he didn't make a lot of money. Pete was a construction worker. But that didn't matter when it came to fucking women -or teenage virgins. What mattered was that he was a horny stud, with a rock-hard cock.
"Yeah, now you're gettin' it, sweet-cunt," he hissed. "Your pussy is gettin' nice and hot and juicy. My big cock is gonna hurt at first, but don't you worry about it. Once I bust your sweet cherry, you're gonna love my hard prick."
Debby wasn't too sure about that. She had trusted Pete Komisky before. He had seemed like such a nice man. And, she had to admit, he was really good-looking. He had wavy brown hair that matched his dark brown eyes. Moreover, Pete Komisky was real big and strong. He had a superb body with very muscular arms and a trim waist. Pete was built like a weight-lifter.
Debby had known that she was attracted to him when he had pulled over to pick her up in his truck. She made up her mind to try to enjoy being raped by Pete Komisky. After all, she thought, as long as she was about to lose her virginity, she might as well lose it to a real he-man like Pete.
"Now you're really catching on, teeny-cunt," Pete said. "Your little pussy is getting nice and hot and slick. My cock is startin' to slide in deeper. I'll be way up inside of your tight pussy before you know it. Goddamn, but you are a hot little bitch!" he enthused.
"It's okay," Debby whimpered. "Go ahead and fuck me. I won't fight you any more. It's just that it hurts so damned much. My pussy feels like it's being stretched apart. The pain is so bad. But... but... I... "
"You what!" Pete demanded in a hoarse voice. He sounded angry and impatient.
"I-I really want you to fuck me. The pain is bad. It hurts like all get-out, Pete, but... but I want you to fuck me. Yeah, I do. I want you to fuck my little virgin pussy!"
"All right!" Pete said enthusiastically. "That's the spirit, darlin'. Just let good ole Pete Komisky teach you what fuckin' is all about. My big cock will break your virgin pussy in real good. My prick has had plenty of practice. I'm gonna give your young cunt a fuckin' that it'll never forget!"
"Oh, Pete," Debby moaned. "It really hurts. But, I've got to lose my virginity sometime, so it might as well be now. I can stand the pain. Just fuck me, Pete! Just fuck me!"
Debby was getting into it. Cunt-juice filled her tight cunt to overflowing. Her cunt-nectar bathed her tiny pussy-sheath and slickened her virgin pussy-walls. Her pussy was so slick with cunt-juice that Pete's raging hard-on slipped deeper and deeper into her pussy with little trouble.
"Yeah, teeny-cunt," Pete hissed. "Now your pussy is really starting to go to work on my cock. Goddamn, but you have a tight little twat, little darlin'!"
Pete ground his hips rhythmically as his rock-hard prick pumped deeper and deeper into Debby's virgin pussy. Debby moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her moans were like music to Pete's ears.
Earlier, he had been worried that Debby Davis -a mere sixteen-year-old girl -would get him in real trouble by reporting him to the police. Rape was a very serious offense. Pete knew that. But he was a horny man, and, when he picked up pretty Debby Davis, he just could not help himself. Now he didn't have to worry. Debby was begging him to take her virginity. She really wanted him to fuck her tight pussy.
She's a hot little bitch, he thought. And she wants to be fucked. And Pete Komisky is just the man to do the job. He would show her what it was like to be fucked by a real stud -a stud with a nice hard cock. He had always thought that all women were whores. Fuck all that women's liberation bullshit! he thought. Every woman he had ever known had only one thing in mind -sex!
Pete's cock-knob pressed deeper and deeper into Debby's hot, juicy cunt. Finally, his prick-tip touched her cherry. He was ecstatic! This was the moment of truth. This was the time. In a very few moments, he would make a woman of little Debby Davis! And she would never forget him. His name would be etched on her brain for as long as she lived. "Here we go, darlin'," Pete said. "I'm gonna bust your cherry and you're gonna love me for it. It's gonna hurt at first, but you'll live through it. Get ready."
"I'm ready!" she squealed. She tensed her pussy-muscles and felt a wave of pain build in her virgin cunt.
Debby Davis was ready. She was prepared to lose her cherry to Pete Komisky. Pete was not the nicest man around. She knew that. But he was rather handsome, and quite a stud.
She would suffer the pain and indignation of being raped by Pete. She only hoped that once he had taken her cherry, he would fuck her cunt to a magnificent orgasm.
"Okay, my little teeny-cunt," Pete hissed. "I'm about ready to ram my hard prick right on through your cherry and deep into your hot cunt. I'm gonna give you the first fucking of your young life. And it's gonna be a fucking you will never forget. Be prepared, because you're about to have your pussy fucked by Pete Komisky. And Pete don't mess around.
When I fuck a young virgin cunt, I do it up right!"
"Okay, okay," she replied. Damn, she thought. Why the hell doesn't he just go ahead and fuck my virgin cunt instead of spending so much time talking about it?
"After I get finished fucking your little pussy, you'll never forget me," he continued.
Pete grunted and shoved his hard cock like a ramrod deep into her seething, hot cunt.
Debby's cherry popped and blood washed the insides of her pussy-walls and streaked down her creamy young thighs.
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee!" she wailed as a sharp pain pierced her confused mind. She writhed in agony as Pete rammed his prick into her cunt again, this time penetrating deeper in her pussy.
"Unnggghhhh! Unnggghhhh!" he grunted.
"That's a real... nice... pussy you got there, little darlin'," he muttered.
Sweat was dripping off of Pete's face and spilling onto Debby's exposed tit-flesh. Debby began to perspire, too. Their bodies became slippery and wet with sweat, but neither of them minded. What mattered was that they were fucking. What really mattered was that sixteen-year-old Debby Davis was no longer a virgin. She was a woman now!
"Oh yeah, Pete!" she wailed. "It's so damned good. God, I just... I just didn't know that it would be like this. I love it! I love fucking! My heavens, why did I wait so long?" she said.
"Unngggghhhh!" Pete grunted. "You were just waitin' for the right man to come along, little darlin'," he replied.
Pete was really getting into it now. His rock-hard cock seemed to grow inside of her pussy as he fucked her harder and harder.
His prick sluiced in and out of her tight cunt.
Suddenly, the pain stopped, and Debby began to feel lascivious emotions. Her sensitive clit tingled with erotic excitement, and her pussy walls thrilled to the feel of Pete's cock which rubbed against them.
She began to pant and writhe uncontrollably. The feel of his prick in her cunt was fantastic.
Never in her short life had she ever felt so wonderful. She was a woman. A real woman!
"Oh yes, Pete," she purred. "It's so good. Your cock feels so nice and hard in my little pussy. I'm so glad that I saved my cherry for you! You are such a fantastic lover. Keep fucking me, Pete. I love it! Yes, I love it!"
"Unnnngggghhhhhhh! Mmmmmmpppphhhhh! Agggghhhh!" he panted. "Yeah, and you are beautiful, baby!" he exclaimed. "Goddamn son of a bitch! You have the tightest little cunt I've ever fucked. It... it's almost like fucking somebody up the asshole!" Pete pumped his prick harder and deeper into her seething pussy-hole. He grunted and moaned as his cock reamed her cunt and his balls ground against her clit.
Debby couldn't believe her ears. What did Pete mean by that last statement? she wondered. Surely men didn't really fuck women in their tiny assholes! That was simply impossible! Physically impossible! She had never heard of such a thing. The thought of getting fucked in her tight and tender asshole was repulsive. It was absolutely disgusting!
But, she couldn't think about such an awful thing at a time like this. She blotted his words out of her mind and concentrated on the lovely feeling of Pete's rock-hard prick which sluiced its way in and out of her tight, hot, slick cunt. Her head thrashed back and forth as she swooned in ecstasy.
"Yes, Pete. Yes," she sighed. "Your cock is the most wonderful thing in the world. My pussy feels like it's burning up inside. My little pussy is on fire."
"Keep on pumping your tight ass, bitch!" Pete rasped. "Keep it up, and don't slow down now, dammit!" He humped her faster and harder, thrusting his hard cock deep into her pussy-channel. "I'm about ready to cum, so don't you dare stop movin' your sweet ass now, or you'll be damned sorry!" he threatened.
Debby did as she was told. She worked her hips rhythmically, and timed her movements so that her hot pussy met his hard cock-thrusts perfectly. She felt a weird sensation welling up in her cunt. Her little clit began to send wonderful feelings throughout her body.
"Ohh, my god!" she shouted. "What's happening to me! I... I feel... something funny happening to me. But what is it?"
"You... unnggghhh! You're about ready to cum, sweetheart," Pete replied. A big grin enveloped his face, and he fucked rapidly and brutally.
"Aaaaiiieeeee!" Debby wailed as her orgasm rocked her body. "Oh! Agghhhh!
Aagggghhhhhh!" she cried. A tremendous orgasm racked her young body from head to toe. A wonderful orgasm! A fantastic orgasm! Her very first orgasm!
As Debby relaxed her cunt-muscles and luxuriated in feelings of lust and complete sexual release, she heard Pete Komisky panting in her ear. He was speaking all kinds of lewd and obscene things.
"Fuck you, little teeny-cunt. Fuck your little pussy. Fuck your tight wet cunt, bitch. Fuck you! Yeah! Fuck you, little slut. Little fucking whore, cunt, bitch, cunt-hole!"
My goodness, she thought. She had just experienced the most wonderful feeling in her life -her first orgasm -and now this nasty man was saying terrible and vile things to her.
"Hang tough, bitch!" he snorted. "I-I'm cumming!"
Pete jerked his hips spasmodically and shot a thick load of jism into her cunt.
"Aaaaagggghhhh! Yeah! Unnnggggghhhh! Unngggghhhh! Goddam, bitch!" he yelled.
"Nice tight little teeny-cunt! Fuck the piss out of you, you little cunt! Unnggghhhh! Teeny- slut. Filthy little teeny-whore!"
Debby was so frightened by his obscene talk that she dared not say a word. She lay still and let him pump her pussy full of his creamy jism. Conflicting emotions flooded her befuddled brain. Was this what sex was all about? she wondered. Was it both beautiful and filthy at the same time? she asked herself.
All of a sudden, Pete's entire body shuddered. He stopped pumping his hard cock into her pussy. He was finished fucking her.
She felt his prick start to go soft and limp inside of her slippery cunt.
He relaxed and put the full weight of his massive, muscular body down upon her firm young-body. It felt as though he were crushing her. Pete was so big, she thought with fear, that he really might crush her with his weight. But she was too frightened to complain.
People sure are strange, Debby thought as she fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, Debby woke up at six a.m. Pete was poking her in the side.
"Come on, bitch!" he hissed. "Get the fuck up. It's time to get movin'. We got a big day ahead of us."
Debby wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat upright in the front seat of the truck. She was startled to discover that Pete's truck was parked in front of a roadside diner. "Let's go!" Pete shouted. "We gotta get some breakfast. I'm hungry as hell." He was already out of the truck and walking toward the front door of the diner.
Debby hurried to catch up. She followed him into the diner. They sat in a booth and he ordered coffee and the "Breakfast Special" -two eggs, hash browns and bacon.
Pete was real quiet, so Debby was quiet, too. She drank her coffee quickly and hoped that the caffeine would help to wake her up. Her mind was dazed and confused.
All of a sudden, she heard a great rumbling sound outside the diner. Six huge, roaring Harley-Davidson motorcycles pulled up and parked outside the diner. She could see six men climbing off of the monstrous Harleys. They all wore Levi's jackets with the sleeves cut off. On the backs of their jackets, they had the name of their motorcycle gang written in big letters -"THE RATS".
They were a menacing group, and Debby was frightened. She looked at Pete, but he was busy eating his breakfast. He didn't even look up. He wasn't bothered at all.
The six gang members laughed loudly as they swaggered into the cafe.
They took seats on the stools in front of the counter, and ordered six cups of black coffee.
"Well, what do we got here?" said the smallest biker. "Looks like a cute little girlie and her boyfriend."
"Yeah, they look real nice together, don't they, Mousy?"
"Fuckin' A," the small biker replied with a lewd grin. "Maybe we oughta take this little bitch and make her pull a train. What do ya say to that idea, girlie?"
Debby was scared to death. The little guy named Mousy was talking to her. Her heart started pounding and she looked over at Pete, but he just sat calmly, drinking his coffee and paying no attention to the bikers.
"Well, what do you say, bitch!" Mousy rasped as he stood up and walked toward Debby and Pete.
"What should we do?" she said softly to Pete.
"Blow it off," he replied.
Mousy strolled forward and stood right over her. "Hey, bitch!" he shouted. "I just spoke to you. I'm waitin' for an answer. Now!"
"Wh-what should I do, Pete?" she asked anxiously as Mousy grabbed her by the hair.
"You're on your own, sweetheart," Pete muttered as he stood up. I have to go to work.
Good luck, Debby. I'll be seein' you around."
Debby was really worried now. She watched Pete Komisky, the man who had fucked her last night and taken her virginity, as he walked briskly out of the cafe. He had spoken the truth. She really was on her own -now and forever.
"What the fuck's the matter with you, cunt?" said Mousy as he tugged on her soft blonde hair. "Cat got your tongue?"
"N-no," Debby stammered. "I just think it's time for me to leave, that's all."
"Hell, you ain't even finished eatin' your eggs, little darlin'," Mousy said.
He tugged harder on her hair, making her wince with pain. She tried not to cry but she couldn't help it. Tears streaked down her face. She sobbed as quietly as possible.
"I'm not hungry," she said.
"Well, then, let's kick this pop-stand!" Mousy said excitedly. "Let's you and me hit the road, sweetheart. I'm gonna take you for a ride on my motorcycle."
He grabbed a thick swath of her hair and pulled her out of the booth. She had no choice but to follow him. He was pulling hard on her hair and she knew that if she didn't follow him, he would pull her pretty blonde hair out by the roots.
Mousy led her to the cafe door. Still gripping her hair tightly in his little hairy hands, he turned to his five friends and said, "Me and my lady are gonna go for a ride. We'll be seein' you guys back at the clubhouse."
They were halfway out the door when the tallest gang member stood up, pointed his finger at Mousy and shouted". "Hold it!" He carried the air of authority. He was obviously the leader of the gang.
Mousy stopped dead in his tracks. He released his grip on Debby's hair and stood shaking before the leader.
"Sure, King," he said meekly. "Anything you say, man. I was just gonna take the little lady for a ride. That's all. Is that okay, King?"
"No," King replied calmly. He spoke in a soft, mellow tone of voice. "No, it's not okay. I think we should all take a ride. Let's go!"
Everyone instantly obeyed King's command. The bikers wolfed down their coffee and walked swiftly out the door.
King tossed a five-dollar bill on the counter and strolled out the door.
The other five members of the gang were seated upon their choppers, revving their monstrous engines and laughing loudly.
As soon as King appeared, they stopped laughing.
Debby stood next to Mousy, shaking with fear. Where were they going to take her? Would they hurt her? What would they do to her? She was too afraid to speak. She stood next to Mousy and shook with fear.
"The little lady's riding with me," King said authoritatively.
King grabbed Debby's hand and led her to his motorcycle, a purple Harley-Davidson Sportster. Debby glanced at the other five motorcycles and noticed that King's purple Harley was, without a doubt, the most impressive bike of the lot.
With King in the lead, the Rats zoomed down the highway.
CHAPTER THREE
They drove fast for half an hour. Then they stopped under a thicket of juniper trees by the water's edge. The mighty Pacific Ocean rolled in, filling Debby's ears with the peacefully turbulent sound of thunderous waves, crashing and licking the shoreline.
King turned off his motorcycle. Mousy pulled up alongside and leaned forward to listen to King's instructions.
"You guys go and get some beer. Be back in half an hour. No sooner. No later," he said emphatically.
Debby watched the five bikers drive off to get beer. She was with the leader of the Rats.
Even though she was frightened, she felt good knowing that she was with the leader of the motorcycle gang. He seemed like a decent man. And he was definitely in control. The other Rats followed his orders explicitly.
She climbed off of the big Harley-Davidson and stepped onto the warm sand. King led her to a secluded sand dune, took off his motorcycle jacket and spread it out for her to sit on.
She sat down.
He kissed her passionately. His tongue snaked into her mouth and she swooned. The kiss ended abruptly the moment she sighed.
"My name is King," he stated bluntly. "I don't really give a fuck what your name is, bitch. All I know is I'm gonna rape you. I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you. You wanna know why?" he asked. His eyes were dark and piercing. He looked mean and angry.
"Why?" she answered.
"Because I feel like raping you, that's why. Short and simple. I'm gonna rape you because I feel like it. And there ain't shit you can do about it."
He put his hand on hers and she drew away.
"No! Please, don't!" she wailed. "Please... please, leave me alone!" She was hysterical.
King quickly pulled off his belt. He stood and began to lash her. His leather belt slashed down on her firm tits. It snapped and fell on her nipples and tit-flesh. She writhed in agony and winced in pain. The whipping literally stripped the halter-top off of her shoulders and tits.
"Please, stop! Please!" she shouted as her eyes filled with tears.
To her surprise, King did stop whipping her tits.
"Okay, sweetheart," King said calmly. "I just wanted to let you know that I mean business, darlin'. But I ain't sure that you got the message, yet."
At that, he reached down, grabbed a firm hold on her wrists with one of his big strong hands, and wrapped his belt around her wrists. He wrapped the belt tightly, so tightly that it almost cut off the circulation in her hands.
"Wh-what are you going to do with me?" she stammered.
"Shut up, bitch!" King shouted as he smacked her hard across the mouth. The hard blow rattled her teeth. She was about to say that she was sorry when he backhanded her with another terrific blow across the mouth. For a moment, she blacked out and saw stars.
When she awakened from her brief black-out, King was dragging her by the belt which bound her wrists. He dragged her through the sand and tied her securely to a small palm.
She was afraid to say a word -afraid that he might whip or hit her some more.
"You stay put now, cunt," he hissed. "I'm not finished with you yet." With that, he dashed away.
Debby struggled to free herself, but it was impossible. She was bound tightly to the trunk of the palm tree. He had wrapped the belt tightly around her tender wrists. She soon discovered that the more she struggled to get free, the tighter the belt gripped her wrists.
She glanced at her bound wrists and gasped as she noticed that her hands and fingers were fast becoming purple. The circulation in her hands was almost completely stopped.
She was beginning to lose all feelings in her fingers and palms!
"Okay, now, you little bitch," said King in a cool, but menacing tone of voice. "Spread your legs."
Debby gasped in terror as she saw that King had returned carrying a huge knife with a blade that was easily nine inches long. He also carried two wooden stakes and a heavy rock. In his pocket was a thick piece of rope.
"Please, don't hurt me any more," she pleaded.
King's only response was to brutally grab one of her ankles and tug hard on it. He sat on her leg to hold her in place, pounded a stake deep into the ground with the rock, and tied her ankle to the stake.
"Now, little bitch," he said. "I'll tie up your other leg and you'll be ready for whatever me and my buddies decide to do to you. What do you say to that, bitch?"
"I-I'm scared, King!" she cried. Debby really was scared. She pouted and sobbed and shook with fear.
"You bet your sweet fucking ass you're scared. And you oughta be scared, because my biker friends and I play real fucking hard, especially with little wise-ass teenage pussies like you."
He tugged on her leg and tied her ankle firmly to the other stake, which he drove deeply into the ground.
She was helplessly bound -her hands held to the palm by King's belt and her legs spreadeagled and tied to two stakes. She wept uncontrollably. And she gasped in short breaths.
She felt as though she were about to pass out.
King knelt between her legs and stuck one of his thick, long fingers deep into her tight cunt. He pushed his finger knuckle-deep into her pussy-hole, and he spread her pussy-lips with his thumb. She twitched uncontrollably under his digital manipulation. The last thing that she wanted right now was to be finger-fucked by this crude biker. But she had absolutely no choice. Where could she go? What could she do to stop him? She was bound hand and foot, spread-eagled and exposed. She was totally helpless.
King's finger and thumb worked on her tight pussy. He gripped her sensitive clit and pulled the little button out of her pussv-lips. He pinched her tender clit brutally, increasing the pressure on her button until she screamed in agonized pain.
"Aaaggghhhhh!" she wailed. "Please, stop! I beg of you! Please, don't pinch my little clit. It hurts so much!"
"Fuck you, bitch!" King hissed. "I don't want to hear any more complaints from you. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," she stuttered meekly.
King released his grip on her clit, and Debby thought that he might be finished with her.
But, she was dead wrong.
Debby glanced down at King and saw the muscular biker holding his monstrous knife. The long blade gleamed in the sunshine. He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wrapped it around the threatening blade. Then he gripped the wrapped blade and moved the thick handle toward her exposed cunt.
"Well, now, darlin'," he said. "If you don't like my fingers in your nice little cunt, maybe you'll get a real kick out of having my knife stuck up your tight, young pussy.
"Noooooo!" she yelled as the thick knife-handle plunged deep into her tight cunt.
King drove the knife-handle into her tight pussy with quick, brutal movements. He reamed her cunt hard and fast. Harder and faster until, although Debby found it difficult to believe, her pussy was soaking wet with cunt-juice.
Her cunt-walls were slick with pussy-nectar, and a fierce feeling of lust welled in her tight twat. She was getting hot by this obscene and degrading scene of sexual debauchery! It was hard to believe, but it was true! Debby never would have believed it in a million years that she could get turned on by King's knife-butt which was sluicing in and out of her slick pussy.
"You love it, don't you, bitch?" King rasped.
Yeah, you're getting turned on, aren't you?"
"I-I... don't... know," she sighed. "I'm not sure what's happening."
"Well, I'm sure, bitch! Yeah, I'm damned sure, but I don't think it's time for you to get off yet," he said as he roughly pulled the knife-handle out of her hot, juice-slicked cunt. "My buddies will be back any second now, and I've got a feeling that they might just want to take advantage of this situation. You better get ready, bitch, because my friends play rough."
"Please... please don't turn me over to your friends, King," she pleaded.
But King wasn't even listening. He had stood up and started walking back to where his motorcycle was parked.
Debby was all alone. She lay there, spread-eagled on the ground. Bound hand and foot and in terrible pain! She no longer had any feeling in her hands, and her feet were fast losing all feeling, as well. King had bound her too tightly. And even if he were still there, he would never listen to her pleas for mercy. He was a brutal man -a nasty and mean biker who would never take pity on her.
Then she shuddered as she recalled that the rest of King's motorcycle gang would soon return to the secluded beach. She thought of what they might do to her, arid she cried, wondering whether she would live through this dreadful experience.
If only she hadn't run away from her nice home in Iowa. If only her beloved brother Butch were here. "Butch would show them," she muttered defiantly. "Yeah, my brother, Butch, would get these fucking nasty bikers... "
CHAPTER FOUR
Debby heard loud laughing and shouting in the distance. There was a great din as big Harley-Davidson motorcycles roared.
The Rats were having a great time. They were clowning around, racing their bikes, wrestling in the sand, guzzling bottles of beer and cracking lewd jokes.
Glancing down at her ankles, Debby saw that she was still tightly bound. Her hands no longer had any feeling in them. The circulation had been cut off by King's belt.
She wondered what would happen to her next. Then she heard King's voice sounding loud and clear above the thunderous noise.
"Let's go, guys!" he commanded. "Shut off your bikes and follow me. And bring the beer!"
Debby shook with fear as the motorcycle gang came into view. They formed a semi-circle around the naked teenager girl and stared at her with wide-open eyes.
The smallest biker, Mousy, spoke first. "Well, goddammit, King. What do we got here?
Looks like this little whore is bound to please."
The other gang members broke up laughing as they leered at the wretched sixteen-yearold girl. She was helpless. They knew it, and she knew it.
Mousy stepped forward and straddled Debby's upturned face. The littlest biker unzipped his fly and pulled out his flaccid cock.
To Debby's surprise, Mousy was a well-hung stud. He had a cock the size of a horse's prick. She was stunned as she watched him stroke his thick, long cock.
"How would you like to suck my prick?" Mousy inquired with a lewd smile pasted on his gaunt face.
Debby didn't know what to say. She was speechless with fear. And the pain from her bound wrists and ankles rendered her helpless.
"Listen here, cunt!" Mousy shouted as he reached down and pinched her tender nipple. "I asked you a question, and I fucking damned well expect an answer. Now, I ask you one more time. How would you like to suck my prick?"
He pinched her nipple cruelly and she cried out.
"Ouch! Good god!" she wailed. "Please, don't do that! It hurts like the devil! Please, don't!"
she cried.
"Well, then, answer me, bitch, or I'll twist your nipple right off of your tit!"
"I want to suck your prick. Please... please let me suck your cock," she begged.
"Since you insist," Mousy said. "I guess I'll have to let you suck my cock." He squatted on her tits and stuffed his half-hard prick into her open mouth.
His long thick cock filled her mouth and, as she began to suck his prick, it grew bigger and harder.
"Yeah, suck on my big cock, you little whore," Mousy hissed. "Suck my prick hard. Take my hard cock deep into your throat, bitch!"
Debby did her best to please the crude biker. She certainly didn't want him to squeeze her nipple again. Her nipple still ached from a few moments before. Mousy was a brutal little man and she was taking no chances. She milked his cock as he face-fucked her.
"Suck me nice and hard!" Mousy demanded as he ground his hips and pounded his big, thick prick deep into her mouth. "Oh, yeah, bitch! That's the spirit! Keep up the good work, you little slut!"
She sucked his prick deep down her throat. All that Debby wanted to do was suck Mousy's cock until he had an orgasm. Then, she thought, maybe he would leave her alone. And, maybe, she reflected, maybe the rest of King's motorcycle gang would leave her alone, too. And release her.
"Unnnngggghhhhhh! Mmmmmpppphhhhhh! Aaaggghhhh!" Mousy groaned and grunted as he pumped his thick, hard prick into her mouth.
She began to choke on his cock. His prick was pounding deep into her mouth and down her throat. His cock was so huge that Debby simply couldn't take the entire thing into her mouth. She started to gag on his massive hard-on.
"Yeah, bitch!" he rasped. "Keep it up! I'm gonna cum soon! Keep sucking my prick!"
She kept sucking. Even though his cock was choking her, she kept sucking his prick.
"Aaaggghhhhh!" he moaned as he jerked his hips and shot a thick load of jism into her mouth. His cum filled her mouth to overflowing and the thick jism spewed down her throat.
She gasped and started to choke.
"Swallow my cum, slut!" Mousy commanded. "Swallow all of my cum. Aaaggghhhh!"
Debby drank down all of his slippery jism. She milked his prick until his cock was completely spent and dry. His cock went limp in her mouth.
"That was real nice, slut," Mousy muttered as he pulled his flaccid prick from her sucking mouth. He stood up on shaky legs and staggered off to the side, then sat down on the ground. "Yeah, that was real fucking nice," he said.
Debby felt terrible. Her mouth oozed cum-juice and her throat was coated with slick jism from Mousy's cock.
She was completely debased and humiliated. She wanted to get up and run away from this awful, depraved scene. But she was bound tightly and couldn't move an inch. She cried hysterically and wondered what she would do, knowing all the time that there was absolutely nothing that she could do to extricate herself from this intolerable situation.
She would have to submit to the gross demands of this crude gang of bikers. She only hoped that they wouldn't hurt her too badly, that she would come out of this sordid experience alive.
She longed for her brother, Butch. If only Butch were here, she thought. Butch would free me. Butch would fix these biker bastards!
At that moment, Debby heard a loud whirring sound. A tall biker with long hair and a high- pitched voice was moving slowly and deliberately toward her. He carried a long metal object in his hand. It looked like a steel rod, and it was vibrating.
Debbie shook with fear. She had seen those long rods before. She remembered seeing them back on the family farm in Iowa. Her befuddled brain worked fast to remember what those menacing objects were used for.
"I don't think you should use that prod on the little bitch, Prairie Dog," said one of the bikers. "You might hurt her real bad."
"Fuck you!" shouted the tall, long-haired biker named Prairie Dog. "You ain't in charge here. If anybody's gonna stop me, it's gonna be King Rat, not you."
Prairie Dog turned and spoke to King, who stood by drinking a bottle of beer. King had a stern look on his face. He was thinking.
"Well, what do you say, King?" Prairie Dog asked the leader. "Can I use this old prod on the little bitch? Can I ream her little pussy with it?"
King thought long and hard. He had a stern look on his face. He glared straight into Debby's face.
Her pleading eyes looked back at him. She sobbed softly.
"Fuck it!" King shouted as he guzzled down half a bottle of beer. "Go ahead, Prairie Dog.
Go to it. Teach this little cunt a lesson." With that, King spun on his heels and walked away.
"Noooooo!" Debby screamed.
"Shut up, bitch!" shouted Prairie Dog as he moved closer.
The whirring sound of the long metal rod he carried grew louder. And then, Debby remembered the sound. She had heard that same sound, had seen that same menacing metal rod many times before on her father's farm. She shook with fear as she recalled what the awful implement was -a cattle prod!
"Oh, my god! Nooooooo!" she screamed.
"Get ready, slut. Because I'm about to shove this old prod right up your tight, young pussy.
I'm gonna give you the shock of your life, bitch!" Prairie Dog snorted.
The tall biker turned off the cattle prod so that it stopped whirring and couldn't shock Debby. Then he pressed the tip of the mammoth metal pipe against her clit and rubbed it around in an effort to stimulate her little nubbin.
It worked. Before long, Debby began to buck and writhe uncontrollably as the tip of the cattle prod rubbed her sensitive clit.
"Yeah, I think she likes this big old cattle prod," Prairie Dog said with a lecherous grin. "I think she'd like it even better if I shoved this big mother up her little pussy and fucked her with it!"
"Ohhhh, no, don't... don't do... that!" she stammered haltingly as the cattle prod worked on her clit.
He shoved the cattle prod between Debby's pink pussy-lips and she moaned loudly. Then he rammed it deep into her tight, wet cunt. She panted and bucked as a fire began to rage inside her young pussy. Her cunt clamped around the thick metal cattle prod.
"That's a good girl," said Prairie Dog. "Keep it up, little bitch. Get into this old prod. It'll fuck your pussy real good if you work with it." He laughed loudly.
Thick streams of cunt-nectar gushed out of her pussy and ran down her creamy young thighs. Her pussy-juice dripped onto the ground.
Prairie Dog's eyes got big as he watched Debby getting so hot and wet. He worked the big cattle prod deeper into her seething cunt.
"Goddammit, but this is one hot little wench!" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but her little pussy is taking this whole fuckin' cattle prod. She is one hot little bitch!"
"Aaaaggghhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she wailed in agony as Prairie Dog forced the prod as far as it would go into her tight, slick cunt.
Her cunt-muscles were stretched to the maximum. She thought that the prod was going to literally split her in two.
"Now, for the good part," the tall biker said as he brutally pumped the prod in and out of Debby's twat.
The prod was slicing into her pussy-walls and causing her to buck and rock her hips forward to meet its rhythmic pounding. Her cunt was twitching and shuddering in time with the movement of the cattle prod.
All of a sudden, Debby heard Prairie Dog click the starter on, and the cattle prod came to life.
Her cunt convulsed and jerked spasmodically. Her tiny young pussy was on fire. She jerked and twitched and strained against her bonds. The ropes which held her ankles tore at her tender flesh, and King's belt which bound her wrists tugged tightly against her skin.
"Aaaaiiieeee! Noooooo! Help! Somebody help!" she shrieked as the vibrating cattle prod sent wave upon wave of jolting electricity coursing through her cunt. She felt as though her pussy had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
As quickly as the cattle-prod shock had begun, it stopped. Prairie Dog had turned the button off and the whirring sound could no longer be heard.
Debby sighed with relief. Thank heavens, it was over.
"Aaaiiiieeeee!" she shrieked again as Prairie Dog turned on the terrible electric metal rod.
A wincing bolt of electricity shot through her aching pussy. The cattle prod steamed in her juicy cunt and seemed to dry up her slippery cunt-juice.
Just as fast, the cruel biker turned the prod off once again.
"Goddammit, fellas," he said, addressing the rest of the motorcycle gang. "This little bitch sure gets a jolt outta this fuckin' cattle prod. I ain't never seen a little beaver jump and jerk around so damned much. This is a hell of a lotta fun. Ain't it?"
"That's enough!" King Rat exclaimed.
King strolled casually over to where Debby was stretched out on the ground. She hoped that he would untie her and let her go. She sobbed and moaned.
"Please, let me go, King!" she gasped. "Please, I beg of you. I just can't take much more.
Please," she whimpered and looked at him with pleading, tearful eyes.
"No, I just can't do that," King replied calmly. He shook his head. "No, there simply is no way in the world that I can let you go until we get our rocks off with you, little girlie."
"Oh, god!" she gasped. "Not... not all of you."
"Yep. You guessed it, sweetheart. All of us. All six of us are going to fuck you. You never heard of 'pulling a train'?"
"No," she whimpered. "What's that mean?"
"That means getting gang-banged. Now, I'm sure that even a sweet young pussy like you knows what getting gang-banged means."
"Good god!" she rasped in a hoarse voice. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"
"Sure thing," King replied.
Prairie Dog stepped aside as the leader moved closer and pulled down his pants, revealing a mammoth cock-stand. He knelt on the ground and gripped her firm tits. He rolled them around and licked her taut nipples.
"I'm first. You guys can line up or fight among yourselves to see who gets to fuck this bitch's cunt after me. But I'm going to ram my prick right up her tight, juicy cunt. Get ready, bitch."
"Unnggghhh!" she gasped as King shoved his rock-hard prick balls-deep into her tight pussy.
"Yeah! Damn!" King exclaimed. "She is a hot little cunt, all right. Wait until you guys get to fuck her pussy. You're gonna have the time of your lives!"
Debby couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She writhed in pain and bucked and thrashed about. But she was bound and there was absolutely nothing that she could do to stop King from pumping his prick into her cunt.
And when he shot his load of jism into her pussy, there would still be five bikers left who wanted to fuck her young cunt. There was that disgusting little jerk with the giant prick named Mousy. And the tall one with long hair named Prairie Dog. They were such crude and filthy men! And there were three other bikers whose names she didn't even know. All of them would rape her.
When they were through fucking her, what would they do with her? she wondered. Would they set her free, or would they keep her captive, or would they kill her? She shook with fear and hoped that she would be spared.
King grunted and came, shooting a wad of sticky jism into her slippery cunt.
"Who's next?" he said as he rolled off her and stretched out on the ground.
"Me!" said Prairie Dog. He mounted her and shoved his hard prick into her slick pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was almost dark when the six bikers finished fucking and humiliating Debby Davis.
Debby's whole body ached. Her wrists and ankles were chafed and sore. But what hurt more than anything was her pussy. Her little cunt was really sore. Her pussy-lips were ruby-red and all puffed up. Her clit was raw and sensitive to the touch. Her nipples had been sucked so hard that they ached terribly. And she had passion marks all over her ripe tits. Her pretty blonde hair was a mess.
She had been used and abused. Forced to "pull a train" for six horny motorcycle studs.
And, she had to admit, they all were studs. Every one of them had rock-hard cocks, they were all well-hung, and they all fucked the living hell out of her tender pussy until their cock-heads exploded with thick jism. Even now, Debby's pussy oozed cum-juice. Jism dribbled out of her cunt and ran down her legs.
The motorcycle gang had gone roaring away on their big Harley-Davidsons and left her tied to the palm and staked out in a spread-eagled position. She was totally exposed naked as the day she was born. She didn't know what to do next. All that she could do was weep and moan in terrified agony.
She heard the sound of an engine in the distance.
"Hey! Help! she shouted. "Rescue me! Please, help!"
She shook her head and muttered, "What the hell's the use of yelling for help. Nobody can hear me anyway. Damn, I don't even know where I am."
But she heard the engine stop. She heard a heavy car door slam. Most important, she could detect a flickering flashlight shining in the distance, and she heard a familiar voice calling out her name.
"Debby! Debby! Where are you? Are you all right? Please, answer me! I came to find you!
Debby! Answer me!"
She summoned up all of her remaining strength and shouted loudly. "I'm over here!
Please, help me!"
"Okay! I hear you!" came the man's answer. "I... I can see footprints. I'm coming! I'll help you, Debby!"
As soon as the big man came into view, Debby recognized him. It was Pete Komisky. She felt ashamed and embarrassed to be tied up, but she was ever so happy that help had arrived. And, at least she knew Pete Komisky. She didn't like the way that he had left her with the bikers when they were at the diner, but that didn't really matter now. What mattered was that help had arrived. She wouldn't have to spend the night out in the freezing cold, all trussed up and unable to move.
"Goddamn, Debby!" Pete Komisky gasped as he stepped forward and guickly removed her bonds. "You look like shit, baby!" He shook his head in disbelief. "What the fuck did those bastards do to you, woman?"
"What the fuck does it look like, dammit!" she replied indignantly. "They tied me up and beat me and fucked me and stuck a cattle prod up my pussy! They raped me, you asshole!"
"Well, up your ass, sweetheart," Pete said as he turned and began to walk away at a brisk pace. "Christ! I came all the fucking way out here in the middle of nowhere to help you out, and all I get from you is a fucking load of shit. That's the thanks I get for trying to help.
Well, you can just stay here and wait for somebody else to come along, bitch. You ungrateful, smart-ass little cunt!" He walked away.
"No! Wait!" she wailed.
Debby rose to her feet and dashed after him. After two steps, she fell into a thick bush.
Her feet were numb from lack of circulation. She rubbed her feet and ankles, picked herself up and half-ran, half-crawled after Peter, who was hurrying back to his pickup truck.
"Wait!" she cried. "Wait, Pete! Please, wait!" She clambered through the thicket. It was almost dark as she hurried along, following the light that flickered from Pete's flashlight.
"Fuck you, bitch! Goddamned fucking ingrate!" Pete shouted angrily.
"Please, wait! I beg of you!"
"Oh, shit," he replied from a distance. "Okay, but hurry up. I want to get the fuck out of here before King Rat and his gang decide to return to the scene of their crime."
Pete waited for her to catch up. He took off his jacket and put it over her naked shoulders.
Then he led her to his truck. They got in and drove off quickly, burning rubber and squealing wheels as they took off.
When they were sitting in Pete's comfortable beach-front apartment, she threw her arms around his muscular neck and gave him a long, lingering, wet kiss.
"I don't know how I will ever be able to thank you, Pete. You saved my life. Honest, you did."
"No shit," Pete muttered.
"Don't be mean to me," Debby said.
"Listen, little darlin', all I want you to do is take a nice hot shower, put on the clothes I left for you in the bathroom, and get the fuck out of here."
"B-but, why? What did I do wrong?" she stammered in disbelief. "I thought you liked me."
"I don't like nobody except Pete Komisky. I gotta look out for number one, sweetheart. And you are bad fucking news. If the Rats find out you're staying here, my ass is as good as grass.
They're a mean bunch of bastards, and their leader, King -he don't like me at all. We used to go to high school together. Played on the same football team -first string. I was fullback and King was quarterback."
"So what does that have to do with anything? You guys should be friends. I don't understand," she said with a puzzled look.
"He didn't like me. He was the quarterback, so he called all of the plays. And the motherfucker never gave me the ball. The whole fucking four years that I played football with that bastard, I never made a touchdown. Whenever we got near the goal-line, he called a quarterback sneak. It's the fullback's job to take the ball in when you get close to the goal. Everybody knows that. Except stupid fucking girls.
"Listen, I'll make it short and sweet, okay? We had a fight about it in the locker room after the last game. I could've been a pro if it hadn't been for King. That fucker screwed me out of a career in professional football. We beat the living shit out of each other. Both of us wound up with broken noses and some missing teeth. And he swore that he'd get me some day. He's a mean bastard, and I don't want to mess with him again. Especially when he's got his gang of bikers with him. So get cleaned up and get the fuck out of here! I mean it, Debby! You're bad fucking news. So take a shower, get dressed and beat it!"
Pete stood up, grabbed a beer and guzzled it down angrily.
Debby took the hint, and headed straight for the shower.
When she came out of the bathroom -all cleaned up and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt Pete Komisky was gone. Debby let herself out the front door and walked down the street.
She stopped in front of a bar called The Hole in the Wall, noticed that there were plenty of young girls inside, and walked in.
"Hey, you can't come in here!" shouted the bartender. "You can't be more than sixteen or seventeen. Get the fuck outta here before I call the cops on you, bitch!"
Debby held back tears and stepped back out onto the sidewalk.
A tall, voluptuous woman with jet-black hair followed her out the door. She moved forward, put her arm around Debby's shoulder and said, "Don't let him bother you, darling."
"B-but, I'm all alone. I don't have a friend in the world -except my brother, Butch," Debby replied with tears in her eyes.
"I'll take care of you, darling," the raven-haired beauty responded. "Let's go to my place.
You can stay there until you get it together." She hugged Debby tightly and led her to her apartment.
Debby walked haltingly all the way to the woman's place. Her body ached all over. Her cunt was really sore. The older woman noticed.
When they relaxed in the woman's luxurious apartment, she told Debby to take off her clothes and get comfortable.
"I'll give you a massage and loosen up all of your tense muscles, dearie," the kind woman said.
Debby stripped, and followed the woman to her "special massage room". It was an unusually dark room. Debby stretched out on the table and prepared herself for a relaxing massage.
All of a sudden, she felt cold steel handcuffs clasp about her tender wrists. Then she felt the same type of device being clamped around her ankles.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"Debby shrieked.
"I'm going to beat you and torture you, darling," the woman replied in a voice as cold as ice. "That's how I get my kicks."
"Oh, my god!" Debby screamed. "I trusted you! What are you going to do to me?"
"Whatever strikes my fancy, my little one," the raven-haired beauty snickered. She strolled over to the corner and turned on a bright lamp which hung down over the table on which Debby was bound.
Debby was secured face-down on the hard wooden table. When the light came on, she looked around and saw that the room was an actual torture chamber. She gasped in horror as she saw whips and paddles hanging menacingly from the walls.
"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded.
"Don't be silly, dearest," the evil woman replied. She stepped forward, grabbed a wicked- looking black riding crop and whacked Debby's naked asscheeks with the whip. The riding crop whistled through the air and came down hard again on Debby's ass.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The whip fell on Debby's tender ass-flesh with demonic fury. Five times in quick succession, the riding crop lashed her ass.
"Aaasggghhhhhhh!" Debby screamed in pain and fear. The wicked woman simply laughed and resumed whipping the pretty sixteen-year-old runaway.
"What's your name, dearest?" the woman asked.
"Debby," she replied quickly.
Crack! Crack! The whip fell again on her asscheeks.
"Your whole name, you stupid bitch!" the black-haired bitch demanded. "What the fuck is your whole name, you little slut!" And she punctuated the question with another sharp stroke with the nasty riding crop. Crack!
"Debby Davis!" the wretched girl shouted. "My name is Debby Davis! Please... please don't whip me any more. My ass is on fire. It hurts so much!"
"Tough shit, Debby Davis!" the woman said with a cruel leer. "If you think I'm rough on you, wail till Billy gets here. When he get ahold of your cute little ass, you'll wish you'd never been born. Billy is my old man, and he is one mean son of a bitch."
"Ohhhh, noooooo!" Debby screamed. "Please, let me go! I beg of you. I'll do anything you want if you will just let me go. I can't take much more of this!"
"Fuck you, Debby Davis!" the woman snarled. "You'll do anything I want anyway. So why should I let you go. Besides, I like you just where you are -at my mercy."
The woman strolled casually over to the wall and pulled down a thick, black leather paddle. As she spun on her heels, she looked straight at Debby, who was crying uncontrollably.
"My name is Rosey," the woman said. "Rosey Redgrave. That's a name you won't forget for a long time -if ever."
"Look at me, bitch!" Rosey shouted. As she spoke, she gripped Debby by the hair and pulled her head up until their eyes met.
Debby had never seen such evil-looking eyes in her life. The woman -Rosey Redgrave had the eyes of the devil.
"I'm beautiful, aren't I?" the woman rasped.
Before Debby had a chance to answer, Rosey smacked her hard across her cheek.
"Y-yes," Debby stammered in a frightful little voice. "Yes, you are beautiful. You are very beautiful."
Smack! Rosey slapped her other cheek. Now both of Debby's cheeks were bright red.
"How beautiful am I, bitch?" Rosey demanded.
"You... you are very beautiful," Debby responded quickly. She didn't want to be slapped again. Her cheeks burned with pain. And her ass hurt like hell from the whipping she had received.
"That's not good enough," Rosey snarled wickedly. She slapped.Debby again -twice more. Smack! Smack! "I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. Now, say it!" she demanded.
"You're the most beautiful woman in the world," Debby dutifully repeated.
"That's a good girl," Rosey said with a smirk. "Now, I'll have to reward you for being so nice and polite, and for complimenting me."
"Thank god," Debby said in a barely-audible voice.
But the evil Rosey Redgrave heard the remark. "I heard you, you little, smart-ass bitch," she hissed. "Now, instead of a reward, you will have to be punished."
"Noooooooo!" Debby wailed.
Rosey climbed onto the table and sat right on Debby's head. The woman had no underpants on, and Debby retched and grew nauseous as Rosey ground her naked asscheeks into the sixteen-year-old girl's head. As soon as she was comfortable, Rosey began to paddle Debby's tender asscheeks.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! -the paddle sounded as it landed repeatedly on Debby's exposed ass-flesh.
Debby was completely vulnerable. Her ass was raw and sore from the whipping and the paddling. Her cheeks were crimson-red from being slapped.
Her entire body ached, and she sobbed in pain and fright. Debby's mind was reeling in confusion.
This wicked woman had Debby completely at her mercy. And Rosey seemed to have no mercy. She continued to paddle Debby's tender asscheeks until they throbbed with intense pain.
Then Rosey began to move her hips lasciviously, grinding her bare asscheeks on top of the girl's head. She stopped paddling Debby and concentrated on rubbing her ass around.
Soon, she was bumping and grinding, and rubbing her wet, juicy cunt in gyrating movements.
Rosey was grunting and groaning loudly as she ground her cunt and asshole back and forth across Debby's forehead. The woman was actually jerking off on Debby's forehead!
It was obscene and crude! Debby felt as though she were living a nightmare!
"Yeah," Rosey hissed as she pumped her cunt in a savage motion that brought her nearer and nearer to climax. The only sound that could be heard was the slap of Rosey's cunt against Debby's forehead. Then Rosey began to groan obscenely. "Uunnggghhhhh!
Aaaggghhhh! Mmmmppp-phhhhh!" she grunted.
"You stupid cunt!" she shouted as she pulled Debby's hair and forced her face upward until her lips touched Rosey's tight asshole.
Debby tried to shout and scream in defiance, but Rosey's asshole covered her mouth. It was difficult to breathe and she thought that she might suffocate.
"Lick my asshole, bitch!" Rosey ordered. "Lick my lovely asshole, and do it right or you'll be awfully fucking sorry, my little slut." With that lewd command, Rosey began humping Debby's mouth. "Lick it! Lick my asshole!" the beautiful raven-haired woman screamed.
Debby's tongue snaked out and lapped at the cruel woman's asshole. She had no choice but to obey the woman's cruel and depraved command. She lapped and licked Rosey's puckered asshole as the woman writhed above her.
Rosey was not satisfied. "Put your tongue deep into my asshole. For god's sake, hurry, you little slut! Lick my asshole! Lick it better -deeper! I want to feel your tongue deep in my asshole!"
Rosey gripped the frightened girl's nipples and began to squeeze them tightly. She was pinching Debby's nipples and causing her untold grief and pain.
Never in her life had Debby been so terribly humiliated. Even getting fucked by King Rat's motorcycle gang had not been this degrading. She was licking Rosey Redgrave's pungent smelling asshole.
This was the most disgusting sexual act in the world, Debby thought as her tongue snaked in and out of the evil woman's nether-hole. How would she ever face herself in a mirror again after this? she wondered.
"Hurry up, you stupid cunt!" the cruel woman screamed. "Lick my asshole deeper! I-I'm going... to... cum... any second now." She jerked her hips violently, grinding her asshole into Debby's mouth. Her asshole was deeply impaled on the wretched girl's wet tongue.
All of a sudden, Rosey shuddered and let out a long, loud moan.
"Oooohhhh, yeah!" she groaned as her climax hit her hard. She relaxed her grip on Debby's tender nipples and slumped down. She slithered off of the table and sat down on a throne-like wicker chair which sat in the corner of the room.
Debby gasped for air and took in several deep breaths. Good god! she thought. That evil woman almost suffocated me with her ass. I could have been killed! she reflected in horror.
Attempting to sit up, her bonds tugged at her-wrists and ankles. Debby let out a piercing cry. "Aaaaiiiieeee!" she wailed.
Fearfully, she looked over at the throne-like wicker chair in which the evil bitch Rosey Redgrave was resting. Debby was afraid that the woman would return to torture her some more, but, to her great relief, she saw that the sadistic woman was sound asleep.
Debby was helpless. She was shackled -hand and foot. There was no way that she could even sit up much less make any serious effort to escape.
If I get out of this place alive, she thought, the first thing I'm going to do is call my brother, Butch. He'll help me. I know it. He'll fly out from Iowa and take me home.
Oh, what a dreadful mistake it was for me to run away from home! she thought.
CHAPTER SIX
Debby listened carefully as the sound of the door opening and shutting resounded off of the walls of the dreaded room in which she was held captive.
Looking over at the wicked Rosey Redgrave, she noticed that the voluptuous raven-haired beauty still slept soundly. The woman had a wicked grin pasted on her face as she slept.
Debby was repulsed at the sight of Rosey Redgrave.
"Rosey, darling," said a soft voice which came from the living room. "Rosey, where are you?"
Debby heard footsteps coming closer. Then a good-looking man dressed in bib-overalls and a work-shirt appeared in the doorway.
The handsome man stared at Debby with flat green eyes which showed not a hint of surprise.
Debby was about to speak. She wanted to ask the handsome man to release her, but as hard as she tried to talk, she simply could not get the words to come out of her mouth.
Something kept her from speaking out.
It was fear!
The man stepped forward and glared at her. His rough hands reached out and stroked her taut, ripe tits. He stroked her tits gently -almost lovingly. Although Debby was repelled at being groped by this stranger, she felt somewhat safe and secure.
Here, at last, was a decent man, she thought. He would take the shackles off of her and set her free.
Without saying a word, he began to strip. He stepped in front of her and took off all of his clothes.
She was transfixed. What was this man going to do? She was dazed and confused.
When he dropped his overalls to the floor, she noticed that he wore no underpants. Her eyes lit on his prick, and a tingling sensation ran through her young pussy. The handsome man's prick was almost rock-hard. And his cock was big and thick.
He stepped forward until his cock-stand stood directly before her wide-open eyes.
"Suck my cock, bitch!" he commanded as he thrust his mammoth diamond-hard prick forward. His prick-tip touched her lips and parted them in preparation for the forceful entry of his thick, hard cock into her hot, young mouth.
To her surprise, she found herself parting her lips willingly. Cunt-juice welled up in her tight pussy and she actually longed to take his hard cock into her mouth and suck his prick to a powerful orgasm. She wanted to please this handsome stranger.
"Hey, you catch on pretty quick, don't you, bitch!" the handsome man hissed.
Debby was in no position to answer. She was busily wolfing down his raging hard-on. She sucked harder and faster on the man's giant cock-stand.
"Unnggghhhh. Mmmpppphhhh!" the man grunted as he pumped her mouth full of his hard, thick, long cock. "That's a real nice little mouth you've got there, little lady. Damn if you don't suck cock like a real slut!" he exclaimed as he face-fucked her.
Then he began to move his hips jerkily and became much rougher in his face-fucking motions.
Before long, his prick-tip began to pound forcefully into the back of Debby's throat. He was pumping her mouth and throat with his rock-hard cock, and it hurt.
This handsome man, who at first had been so gentle with her, was now brutally raping her mouth. Debby had no choice but to suck hard on his massive prick and hope that soon he would cum.
He moaned and grunted obscenities at her as he face-fucked her brutally.
"Yeah, you little teenage slut," he growled cruelly."You just keep right on sucking my cock like that and I'll be real good to you, bitch! Umm-mmmmmm, that feels real nice!"
Debby kept right on sucking the man's cock until he started jerking spasmodically. His hips worked back and forth with deep, thrusting movements as he rammed his big prick deep into her wet mouth and down her throat.
My god! His prick is so big and so hard, he's liable to choke me with his cock! she thought fearfully.
"Yeah, you little cock-sucker!" he exclaimed triumphantly. "Keep it up, slut! You give a real good blowjob."
Debby did not appreciate the lewd, rude compliment. She was doing the best that she could, but his prick was about to choke her to death.
She was astounded at the way this stranger had come to life after he had jammed his prick into her mouth. Not a word had he spoken prior to face-fucking her. And now the man couldn't stop talking. Not only that, but the way he spoke to her was vile and disgusting. This man was crude. And even though she had to admit that he was one of the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes upon, he was a nasty bastard.
No wonder he and Rosey Redgrave were good friends. They were both brutal, evil sadists! And she -young Debby Davis -was in their clutches. She only hoped and prayed that when he had finished with her, he would release her and let her go on her way.
Then she knew exactly what she would do -she would head for the nearest telephone and call her brother in Iowa. He would surely come out to California and take her away from this decadent beach town.
"Come on now, bitch!" the man shouted. "Keep your mind on sucking my cock. I'm about ready to cum, and when I do, I'm gonna shoot my load right down your throat. And you're gonna swallow every fucking bit of it!"
He was fucking her face really hard and brutally now. His long hard cock smashed into her mouth with terrific force. His prick beat and throbbed against the back of her throat. She cried. It hurt badly, but she had no choice but to obey his vile commands. He was a mean man, and she was afraid that he might hurt her if she didn't do what he told her to do. So she sucked his prick harder. She simply had to please him. She had to suck his cock until he came.
The man shuddered and shook. He plunged his rock-hard prick into the deepest depths of her throat and came.
Debby's mouth was awash with gooey cum. His slick, hot jism splashed off the sides of her cheeks and she swallowed it down as it poured through his balls and out from the end of his prick. Load upon load of his thick cum spurted out of his cock-knob and into her mouth. She swallowed it all.
His cock rammed into her mouth and unloaded jism.
"Milk my cock, slut!" he shouted. "Milk my prick! Suck all of the cum out of my cock, you little whore! Milk me!" J She milked his prick-tip and sucked down every bit of his jism. This is disgusting and repulsive, she thought as she obeyed his lewd and disgusting commands. But she had to do what he ordered.
She had no idea of how mean this man could be, and she really didn't want to find out.
And then, it struck her like a thunderbolt from on high. Her pussy was soaked with cuntjuice. In fact, pussy-nectar was leaking out of her tight, young cunt and running down her creamy thighs. She was getting turned on by this obscene act. She was actually getting hot by sucking this man's cock.
Debby could hardly believe her own emotions and behavior. She was totally confused.
How in the world can I be getting hot by doing such a vile thing as sucking this stranger's prick and swallowing his cum? she asked herself.
Moreover, she reflected, she was being forced to suck his cock, bound hand and foot to a table in a room, the walls of which were covered with implements of evil torture -whips, paddles,chains, handcuffs, leather masks, rubber hoods and wet-suits. What sort of people were Rosey Redgrave and her handsome friend?
"Ooohhhhh, yeah," the man moaned as the last of his jism spilled into her mouth and down her throat. She gulped down the last drop and sighed with relief. Now she would get some respite from these people, she thought.
"That was real nice, bitch," he said. "You give one good fucking blowjob. I gotta hand it to you."
He stumbled backwards and fell right into the throne-like wicker chair that Rosey had been sitting in just moments before.
But Rosey was no longer sitting there. She was standing and glaring at Debby with eyes like razor blades. If looks could kill, Debby would be a dead little girl.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you little fucking cunt!" Rosey said in a cruel voice. Her eyes bored right through Debby. The evil woman seemed to be in a deep trance.
Debby was scared out of her mind!
Rosey pulled a long leather whip off of a hook on the wall. She stepped forward, fondling the whip as though it were a cock. She stroked the whip lovingly -and leered at Debby's frightened face.
"I-I didn't do anything," Debby said weakly. "He made me suck his cock. I didn't want to do it, but he made me suck his prick. I swear! I didn't want to do it. He made me suck his... " Crack! The cracking sound of Rosey's evil-looking whip stopped Debby in mid-sentence.
The long leather lash stung her tender ass-flesh and Debby writhed in pain. She tried to move away, but she was still tightly bound to the table.
There was nothing that she could do to escape the wrath of the sadistic raven-haired beauty.
"I'll teach you, you little whore," the woman rasped. Rosey's face was scowling menacingly. My god! Debby thought. This woman is really dangerous! She's a fucking sadist! She's liable to kill me!
"Please! Don't hurt me any more! I beg of you," Debby whimpered.
"Fuck you, slut!" Rosey snarled. Her cruel lips curled up just like a nasty dog's mouth when he was ready to fight for a bitch in heat.
Snap-Craaack! Snap-Craaack! -the whip sounded as it flew through the air and snapped across Debby's tender ass-cheeks brutally.
"Aaiiieeeee!" Debby screamed in horror. She screamed and yelled and shrieked in pain and agony, but the evil woman continued to whip her ass-flesh.
"Your screams are music to my ears, bitch!" the cruel woman shouted as she whipped Debby.
"Please, stop!" the wretched girl cried. "Please! I beg of you! I simply cannot take any more! My ass hurts so much! My ass is on fire!"
Rosey Redgrave rained heavy blows on Debby's asscheeks. She whipped the young girl with a vengeance not to be believed.
The last sound that Debby heard before she passed out was Snap-Craaack!
When Debby awakened, she was trussed up like a pig ready to be slaughtered. She gasped and found the air musty and foul-smelling. It was totally dark. So dark that she couldn't see a thing. Yet she managed to move her shoulders ever-so-slightly -and her naked flesh touched something that felt like rubber. It was big and smooth, but it had grooves in it.
It was a car tire.
The truth struck her like a fist. She was tied up and locked in the trunk of a car! She tried desperately to take a deep breath, but it was impossible. There wasn't much air to breathe! She was terribly frightened -more frightened than she had ever been in her life.
What could she do? she wondered. She had heard of people who had been conveniently disposed of by being left locked up inside a trunk -left to die a slow death of suffocation!
Then she heard the low din of a car engine and she sighed in relief. At least the car was still moving down the road. At least she was being taken somewhere. Perhaps they would open the trunk and let her out. Maybe they wouldn't kill her. Maybe, if she begged them to spare her, they would let her live. All she wanted to do was to stay alive -to live another day. To return to her boring, but happy home in far-off Iowa.
"Please, God," she whispered in prayer, "please, don't let them kill me. Please, let me live.
I'll never do a bad thing again. Just let me live. I'll be good.I promise. Just let me live!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Debby's prayers were answered.
At first, Debby was almost certain that they would kill her and leave her by the side of the road. Rosey Redgrave had planned it that way. Debby overheard Rosey telling the man that it would be very dangerous to leave her alive.
"That little bitch might squeal on us, Billy," Rosey said. "I don't trust her. If she tells the cops, we're gonna be in big fucking trouble! Let's kill her! I want to beat her some more, first. Then let's kill her and leave her by the side of the road.
Fortunately for Debby, Billy stopped the evil woman from killing her. She overheard their argument.
"Shut up, bitch!" Billy told Rosey Redgrave, "I've had enough of your sadistic shit!" He slapped her hard and knocked the raven-haired beauty down on the ground. "Nobody's going to kill that little girl. I don't know what you did to her, but I'm sure whatever you did was sick and perverted. And sadistic! I've had it with you! Just because you got raped by your father when you were ten, you have to take it out on every little girl you meet. Well, you've had your fun, bitch!"
Thanks to the handsome man, Debby Davis lived.
They left her by the roadside, but they left her alive! She uttered a short prayer of thanks and stood up. She was utterly naked, without a stitch of clothing to put on her young body.
But realizing that she would catch her death of cold if she stayed outside all night, she stepped up to the roadside and stuck out her thumb. She hitched with her right hand and covered her pussy with her left.
She had to maintain at least a modicum of modesty, she figured.
She waited beside the road for about ten minutes until she heard a loud engine sound in the distance. Since she was standing just over the top of a hill, she didn't see who was coming toward her until it was too late.
When she saw who it was, she freaked. "Oh, god! No!" she shrieked as King Rat pulled his big Harley-Davidson motorcycle to the side of the road.
She started to run away, but King didn't chase her as she expected. He merely sat calmly astride his big motorcycle with his arms crossed, shaking his head and smiling a nice smile.
So Debby stopped running and turned to face King. She covered her cunt and tits with her hands and pouted.
Debby was helpless and she knew it. If King would help her, she would be more than happy to take his assistance. She was in one hell of a fix! All that she wanted to do was to get to a telephone and call her brother, Butch, in Iowa.
"Well, little darlin'," King said calmly. "It looks like you need some help, doesn't it?"
"Yes, King," Debby replied meekly. "I do need help. Please, take me back into Manhattan Beach, King. I'm going to freeze to death out here."
"Sure thing, darlin'." King said as he stepped off of his big motorcycle. He turned the engine off and swaggered toward her with a smug grin on his face. "Right after I fuck your little asshole."
"Wh-what?" Debby stammered in disbelief. She was completely shocked by his lewd words. "What did you say?"
"I said that I'll take you into town just as soon as I fuck you up the ass, sweetheart."
"Noooooooo!" Debby screamed. She tried to run away, but King easily caught up with her.
He pulled her to the ground and dragged her into the woods.
"Yeah, little darlin'," he said coolly. He threw her onto the ground and grabbed her asscheeks. He rolled her over and, before she knew it, King's stiff prick was probing her virgin asshole. His cock knob touched her nether-hole and he shoved his hard prick in.
"Please, don't!" Please, don't do this," she begged. j King's rock-hard cock probed deeply into ha tight asshole. He thrust forward and rammed his lengthy cock into her nether-hole.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of your asshole, you little slut," he rasped. "If you want a ride into town, you're going to have to take my prick into your juicy cunt and make me cum.
Let's face it, sweetheart," he added, you've got nowhere to go" nobody to turn to. Ain't that the truth, darlin'?"
"Y-yes, you're right," she stammered.
"Well, okay then, bitch!" King hissed loudly. "Spread your asscheeks and loosen up and let me slide my cock deep into your tight, little asshole."
King spread her asscheeks and thrust his hips forward in a quick, brutal movement. His hard prick rammed into her asshole to the hilt.
"Aaaaiiieee!" Debby screamed. The pain was unbearable. She writhed and jerked and twisted in agony.
She had been tied up and whipped and slapped around, but never before had she felt such terrible, intense pain. Her mind was awash in horrendous pain. Getting ass-raped was revolting, depraved and disgusting! Never in her short life had she ever imagined such a disgusting thing happening to her. She was being fucked in the ass by King Rat, the notorious motorcycle gang leader.
King ass-fucked her brutally. And he accentuated his cock-thrusts with obscene language.
"How do you like getting fucked up the ass? Huh?" he yelled. "It feels good to have my nice hard cock reaming out your asshole, doesn't it, darlin'? Yeah! Your asshole is nice and tight, you little slut! Nice and fucking tight, bitch!"
"Good god!" Debby cried. "Your cock is too big for my little asshole. It hurts! It hurts so damned much. Please, stop!"
Tears of anguish and pain poured down Debby's contorted face. She had never felt such pain and degradation before. Even the events of the previous few days -as bad and debauched as they were -could not compare to getting fucked in the asshole by King's huge, hard cock.
But King didn't care in the least. He just kept ramming his prick into her tight asshole with sharp, hard thrusts.
It felt as though King's hard prick were splitting Debby's ass in two. There was not a thing that she could do but scream. And she screamed loud and long.
"Aaaaiiieeeee!" she wailed in an anguished voice. Her tight asshole was being brutally raped by King's hard cock, and although she writhed and struggled in a valiant attempt to get away from him, he kept on pumping his prick into her asshole.
"Yeah, you little slut," he snarled in a wicked voice. "You like it! I know that you like it! You love it! You love getting your asshole reamed out by my cock. Admit it, you fucking slut!
Admit that you enjoy getting ass-fucked by King Rat!"
"Noooooo!" she cried. "Noooooo! I don't like it! It's disgusting! Please, let me go! Please, King!
Let me go!"
King took no pity on her, and he continued to jerk his hips and thrust his huge prick into her tight nether-hole. She could hear the lewd sound of King's big balls slapping against her upper thighs as he butt-fucked her brutally.
King was pitiless. He showed absolutely no mercy while he fucked Debby in the asshole.
"Unnggghhhhh! Aaaggghhhhh!" he grunted obscenely. "You've got such a nice, tight little asshole, my little teenager slut. I just love fucking your butt-hole. It feels so fucking good to have my prick buried in your ass."
Debby felt awful. She was being systematically humiliated and degraded. She was wholly at King's mercy, and no matter how hard she struggled to stop him from fucking her tender asshole, she simply wasn't strong enough. He kept pounding his prick deep into her nether-hole.
"Ohhhhhhh, my god! This is awful! I-I think... you're... going to... kill me!" she stammered in a voice filled with anxiety. "You... you are going to split my little asshole into pieces. It hurts so much!"
"Mmmmmppphhh! Unnnggghhh!" he grunted and moaned, but he was not about to stop butt-fucking the sixteen-year-old girl.
Suddenly, Debby felt his body tense, and she heard him utter an extremely loud sound of lust-filled passion and ecstatic release. He was cumming.
Just as she became aware that King was cumming in her asshole, she began to feel a tingling sensation in her cunt. Her pussy was oozing cunt-juice again.
Why? she wondered. Why should I get hot and horny while a brutal bastard like King is fucking me in the asshole? It made no sense whatsoever.
But as much as she tried to deny it, she really was getting wet and juicy. Her cunt was white-hot with sexual desire and lascivious passion.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" King moaned as he shot a wad of hot jism up her asshole. His cum bathed the insides of her butt-hole and she swooned in ecstasy.
Why?
She couldn't figure out her strange emotions. King was a first-class bastard. How could he possibly turn her on and make her cunt seethe with pussy-juice? Especially when he was cumming in her asshole! It didn't make any sense at all.
A lewd squishy sound was made when King pulled his prick out of her asshole. He sighed and quickly moved off to her side.
"Well, little darlin'," he said as he stuck his forefinger into her twat. "It looks -and feels like you really liked getting ass-fucked. I knew that you would love it if I shoved my cock up your asshole and fucked the shit out of you."
He paused for a moment, then broke out laughing.
Debby was insulted. Angry. Pissed off.
"Fuck you, King!" Debby angrily exclaimed. "You're a real goddamned bastard. You're a fucking pig. Fuck you!"
"You've got that right, baby," he responded. "I did fuck you, little darlin'. Right up the old shit-chute! Ha! Ha! Ha!" He was rolling on the ground, laughing hysterically.
Debby stood up and walked straight for King's Harley-Davidson motorcycle. She wanted to get on the bike and drive away, leaving King rolling on the ground beside the road.
But one look at the monstrous motorcycle told her that there was no way in the world that she would even be able to start the bike, much less drive it. And besides, she was stark naked.
After he stopped laughing, King trotted over to his motorcycle. He kissed Debby on the cheek and reached into his saddlebag.
"You can put these on, sweetheart," he said as he handed her an old pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. "These may be a bit large for you, little one, but they're better than nothing.
You wouldn't want to go riding into Manhattan Beach stark naked, would you?"
"No, King. Thank you very much," she responded politely.
King kicked the starter and they went driving down the road to the California beach town.
He dropped her off in front of the Hole in the Wall barroom, and zoomed down the street.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Debby walked straight across the street and, finding a quarter in one of the pockets of the jeans she wore, she went into an outside telephone booth and dialed the operator. She called her brother in Iowa -collect.
"Hello," answered a gruff voice.
"Hello, Butch? It's me, Debby!" she said anxiously.
"Well, goddammit, little sister," Butch replied. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was quite annoyed. "Where the hell are you, anyway. We've been worried to death since you split, little girl."
"I hitch-hiked to California, Butch," she explained. "I'm in an awful place called Manhattan Beach, outside a bar called the Hole in the Wall. You wouldn't believe what's happened to me, Butch. Please, come and take me home. Please, Butch!" She began to sob.
"Now calm down, little sister. What's the name of that bar again. I'll fly out on the next plane and meet you there."
"It's called... " Just then, a hairy hand reached into the telephone booth, snatched the receiver away and hung it up. Debby was stunned.
"You ain't makin' no phone calls, little one," a voice said. "I ain't takin' no fuckin' chances of you callin' the cops on Rosey and me."
It was Billy, the handsome friend of Rosey Redgrave.
"I wasn't calling the cops, honest," Debby said. "I was just talking to my brother in Iowa."
"Yeah, sure," Billy replied. "Well, just to make sure, I'm gonna take you with us. We're going to a friend's house."
"Please, let me go. Please!" she begged with tears in her eyes.
"Now don't give me any trouble, or you'll get hurt. I ain't gonna hurt you, honey. I'm just gonna get you off the streets for a while, and wait and see if the cops show up, looking for Rosey and me. If you didn't call the cops, then I'll let you go and you can be on your way."
He led her by the hand, walking as though they were the best of friends.
They walked about five blocks, into the backdoor entrance of a run-down wooden beach house.
As they entered the living room, Billy motioned her to sit on the couch. She sat down and heard two men laughing and guzzling beer in the kitchen.
"Hey, guys," Billy shouted to the two men. "Come on out. I want you to meet a friend of mine."
The two men walked out and when Debby caught sight of them, she nearly fainted. Before her stood Mousy and Prairie Dog!
"Well, it looks like you've already been introduced," Billy said.
"Fuckin' A," Mousy replied with a leer.
"You bet," Prairie Dog concurred.
"Well, I gotta go out for a while. I gotta check some things out and see if this little girl is lying or not. You guys watch her, okay."
"Sure thing," Mousy said.
As soon as they had Debby alone, Mousy grabbed Debby by the hair and pulled her to the floor.
"Nooooo! Don't hurt me! Please!" Debby shrieked.
Prairie Dog left the room for a moment, but returned with rope in his hand.
"We don't need to tie her up," Mousy said to his tall biker friend. "She ain't goin' nowhere."
He pushed her down flat on her stomach and started to pull down her jeans.
"I'll hold her arms," Prairie Dog said.
"Noooooo!" Debby screamed. Prairie Dog smacked her hard and she stopped screaming.
She knew that they were going to do something awful to her -probably rape her young cunt like they did on the beach. She knew that she couldn't stop them if they wanted to fuck her, but her natural reaction was to try. She jerked and squirmed and wriggled about on the floor to escape their tight hold on her. Most important, she didn't want to get beat up again.
In a flash, they had removed her pants and sweat shirt. She lay stretched out on the floor totally nude and, once again, helpless and at the mercy of brutal men.
Mousy knelt over her and stuck his finger in her tight cunt. She gasped in revulsion. This ugly little man repelled her, and she wretched and felt sick as he crammed two more fingers deep into her pussy.
"She ain't wet enough yet," Mousy announced. "We gotta get her all slicked up with cuntjuice. Shit, man, how the hell are we gonna fuck her cunt if she ain't nice and juiced up?"
"Yeah, let's get some Vaseline and ram it up her cunt."
"No! I can get her cunt nice and hot and juicy with this beer bottle," he said with a smile as he reached down and grabbed a half-full bottle of beer.
Good god! Debby thought. She knew that Mousy and Prairie Dog were crude, but were they really so crude as to shove a beer bottle up her little pussy? She was too frightened and confused to speak out, and although she wanted to scream, her vocal cords simply would not work.
With a quick thrusting motion, Mousy pushed the long neck of his half-full beer bottle deep into Debby's cunt.
"Yeah," the little man said, "this bottle will get her pussy-juices flowin'. She'll have a hot, wet cunt in no fuckin' time. Then we'll have some real fun!"
Desperately, the sixteen-year-old girl jerked her hips in an attempt to escape the attack on her tight pussy. But it was to no avail. Mousy kept reaming her cunt with the long neck of his beer bottle. He shoved the hard, glass object deep into her tight, young pussy. And as hard as she tried to get away, it was virtually impossible. Both bikers were strong men.
She didn't have a chance. But she simply had to try. Getting reamed by a beer bottle was a shameful act of debased sexuality. It certainly didn't turn her on to get her pussy fucked by the long neck of a glass bottle.
"Yeah!" said Prairie Dog as he held her arms tightly. "This is far out! It looks like her cunt is starting to get hot and juicy!"
"You got that right!" Mousy shouted triumphantly. "Look at all that fucking cunt-juice! We got us a hot little bitch, here!"
As the bottle sluiced in and out of her cunt, cold beer spilled out and filled her tight pussy.
The beer dribbled out of her cunt and covered her creamy thighs. The feeling of cold beer in her cunt made her shiver and shudder in disgust. She jerked her hips rapidly, and the bottle slipped out of her cunt. But this act of defiance only made Mousy angrier.
"Kneel on her goddamned arms, Prairie Dog," the little biker commanded his friend. "Sit right on her fucking biceps. It'll hurt so damned much that she won't even try to move away from us."
"Okay," the tall thin biker replied obediently. He placed in knees directly on top of Debby's biceps and straddled her face. He pulled down his zipper and his long prick flopped out, his cock-knob landing right on Debby's pert little nose.
Shaking her head in disgust, she tried to move the man's prick-tip off of her nose, but that only made matters worse He started to rub his cock all over her face -on her nose, in her eyes, and over her lips. She was wholly debased and humiliated, and although she tried desperately to put up a fight, it was of no use whatsoever.
Her biceps ached terribly as the tall biker placed all of his weight on his knees and pressed down on her upper-arm muscles. The pain was agonizing. The pain was so intense that she couldn't even scream. She tried, but she couldn't.
As Mousy shoved the beer bottle back up her tight cunt, Prairie Dog reached down and started to rub her upthrust tits. His hands were rough and covered with calluses. And his fingernails were long and grimy. She was disgusted at the thought of this crude, dirty biker rubbing her tender tits.
"I think she's ready now!" Mousy shouted jubilantly. "I'm gonna fuck the livin' shit out of her!" He quickly pulled off his filthy blue-jeans and climbed on top of the frightened sixteen-year-old girl.
"Unnnggghhhh!" he grunted as he rammed his big, thick prick into the seething depths of her tight pussy. "I'm gonna give you a real good fucking, bitch. So you'd best just lay back and enjoy it. Shit," he quipped, "you ain't goin' nowhere, anyway."
"Well, fuck it!" Prairie Dog added."If you're gonna fuck her cunt, then I'm sure as hell gonna fuck her mouth. Open up, slut. Spread your lips wide, 'cause I'm gonna fill your mouth with my prick!"
Debby shook her head and clenched her lips tightly in a determined effort to keep the brutal biker from sticking his cock into her mouth.
But Prairie Dog forced her mouth open with his long, tawny fingers. He stuck his hard prick into her mouth, and commmanding her to "Suck it!" he began to jerk off in her wet mouth.
Debby gagged on his big cock, but knowing that the man was quite capable of hurting her if she didn't obey, she began to suck his hard cock.
"Yeah!" Prairie Dog yelled as she sucked his prick. "That feels real good, bitch! Keep sucking my cock!"
Meanwhile, Mousy was busily fucking her tight, wet pussy. He rammed his cock hard and deep into her cunt.
"That's a real nice, tight pussy you got there, bitch!" he rasped. He gritted his teeth and as his cock ground into her pussy, her hips began to work slowly beneath him.
She didn't want to respond to his lewd, coarse language and his hard thick cock which sluiced in and out of her pussy-channel. But she couldn't help herself. She was truly hot and wet. A thick stream of cunt-juice poured out of her tight cunt. It was unbelievable, but the crude man was stirring lustful feelings in her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, good," she moaned. "Your cock... it... feels good." She began to clench her cunt-muscles to grip his giant prick tightly.
At the same time, she sucked harder on Prairie Dog's cock.
It was like getting fucked in two places at once -in her mouth and in her cunt. She felt like a real whore, a fucking slut. Her cunt muscles clasped hard around one man's prick, and her mouth sucked wantonly on the other man's raging cock.
The sounds of moaning, groaning and grunting filled the living room of the beach house.
Three bodies were entwined as one, and everyone was sweating -lost in the ecstatic bliss of lustful sexual abandon. Fucking and sucking. Fucking and getting sucked off. It was depraved and decadent, but no one seemed to care.
"Take my prick all the way down your throat!" the tall biker hissed from between his tightly clenched teeth. "I'm about ready to shoot my load in your mouth, bitch. Suck my cock harder!"
She obeyed and sucked harder on his prick, taking his snake-like cock deep into her throat. His prick-tip pounded relentlessly against the roof of her mouth.
He let out a hoarse, low moan, and came in her mouth.
"Aaarrrggghhhhh! Unnnggghhhhhhh!" she howled, then his hot jism filled her mouth completely.
She gobbled his cum down greedily and milked his prick while he jerked spasmodically.
Her arms were numb and she didn't even feel any pain from the man's knees, which were holding down her arms brutally and heavily. She was indeed lost in a sea of unbridled lust and passion-filled sexual depravity.
For a brief moment, she felt a wave of disgust coarsing through her, but the bad feeling quickly subsided as her mind centered on the huge cock that was stuffed up her cunt.
"Yeah! Fuckin' A!" Mousy gasped. "You sure as fuck warmed up to the job, slut," he said as he pumped his cock faster into her juicy cunt.
Her cunt clasped his prick tighter now, and she was writhing and jerking about spasmodically beneath his assault on her tight, young cunt.
"Yesss," she replied in a weak voice. "Keep fucking me, Mousy. Whatever you do, don't stop fucking me. My cunt is so hot and it feels so good to have your huge prick crammed up my pussy. God, but your cock is big!"
Debby could hardly believe her own words. But she had spoken the absolute truth. Her cunt was filled with Mousy's giant prick -and she loved it with a passion. She hated to admit the truth, but she was getting what she wanted. She was getting the greatest fuck of her life. Her face was contorted with lust and her entire body was covered with sweat. She jerked her hps in wild abandon beneath the crude little biker in an attempt to take even more of his giant prick into her hot, juicy pussy.
"Goddammit, bitch!" Mousy rasped. "You really are a hot little whore!" His voice betrayed wonder and amazement. "Well, I've got a big hard prick, and if you can't get enough good fuckin' from me, then you can't get it anywhere."
With that, he began to pound his prick faster and harder into the seething depths of her tight cunt. He fueled her hard and fast, without ever slowing the pace of his cock-thrusts.
His prick stroked her sensitive pussy-sheath, and every time that he thrust forward, the thick base of his cock moved along her tender, hard clit, causing her to react with convulsive spasms -spasms of lust over which she had no control whatsoever.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh!" he moaned as he gave a final long, hard lurch and deposited what seemed like a gallon of slick jism deep into her cunt.
She jerked about as her pussy filled with cum, and soon, she was on the verge of cumming, herself.
"Please, don't pull your cock out of me," she begged the man. But he seemed not to have heard her urgent plea. He rolled over on the floor, and his drooling prick slipped out of her needy cunt.
"Nooooo!" she wailed in desperation. "I need it! I need your cock inside me!"
As if in response to her plea, she felt a long, thin hard object quickly being thrust deep into her hot, wet cunt. She was ever-so-thankful. She jerked her hips in response. And once again, she felt a great climax coming on.
Soon, she thought, soon she would get relief.
"You sucked my cock dry, bitch," said Prairie Dog, who was now kneeling beside her on the floor. "So I can't very well fuck you to finish you off. Leastwise, not now. I'd have to get my cock hard again to fuck you, but I can finish you off a different way."
"Wh-what?" Debbie stammered. She was quite confused.
What did he mean? she wondered. And why was Prairie Dog kneeling beside her when only a few short moments before, he had been straddling her face while she sucked his prick dry?
She glanced down at her cunt and gasped as she saw the tall biker reaming her juicy pussy with the neck of the beer bottle that Mousy had used earlier to get her cunt slick and juicy. She was thunderstruck. It was so humiliating to be fucked by a beer bottle. She wanted to stop jerking her hips, but she couldn't do it. She was too hot and horny, and her needy cunt simply had to be fucked, even if it was a beer bottle that was doing the fucking.
"Unnnggghhhh! Mmmmpppphhhhhh! Aaa-ggghhhhh!" she gasped lustily as the bottleneck slid in and out of her pussy.
Prairie Dog simply smiled at her demonically as he worked the beer bottle into the depths of her cunt. He had a strange look on his face, as though he were lost in the ozone.
The man must be crazy, Debby thought as she stole a quick, fervent glance at the crude biker. But whether crazy or not, the man sure knew how to fuck her hot young cunt with a beer bottle.
Suddenly, Debby's head began to shake from side to side. Her cunt was seething, and she jerked her hips in an attempt to reach a climax as soon as possible.
"That's it, slut," Prairie Dog muttered as he watched her intently. "Your cunt is nice and hot and juicy, and this old beer bottle is fuckin' the livin' shit out of your hot little pussy, bitch.
Keep on workin', bitch!"
"Unnnggghhhh! Unnnggghhhh!" she grunted as unknown feelings of sexuality welled up in her loins and tingled in her befuddled brain. She kept on working her cunt-muscles, tightening and loosening her pussy-muscles in an effort to clasp the bottleneck as tightly as possible so that the long, thin glass bottleneck would rub hard against her clit and her pussy-sheath.
Working to get off to a thrilling climax. Working to cum -and to cum hard! All that mattered to Debby now was that she had to cum. Nothing else mattered -not the pain, the degradation and humiliation.
She felt it coming on. The thrilling sensation began in her sensitive clit, rushed through her pussy and sent the all-important message to her brain.
And she came hard.
"Aaaeeee!" she cried as her orgasm racked her body and mind. A dozen different feelings and emotions filled her to the brim -ecstasy, excitement, pain, pleasure, agony, delight, passion, lust, humiliation, degradation, love, and hate.
She jerked and thrust her cunt upward in an attempt to impale her pussy on the long, thin glass bottleneck. The object pushed deeper into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, my god," she moaned. Then she sighed and relaxed her cunt-muscles.
Her pussy was relaxed, but her mind raced.
As Prairie Dog pulled the bottle out of her seething cunt, she stole a quick glance and saw that the bottleneck was covered with cunt-nectar. Quickly she turned her head away and averted her eyes.
Although she had cum, she nevertheless felt ashamed -terribly ashamed and disgusted at the depraved sexual acts she had just been forced to commit.
She was also worried. Would she ever be normal after all of this decadent sexual behavior? How could she ever have a decent, loving sexual relationship with a man after having been abused and degraded by so many vile and crude people? Was it possible?
Would she ever be normal after this horrible experience? She knew that it would be virtually impossible to forget all of the lewd things that had happened to her since she ran away from her happy Iowa home and hitchhiked to California.
My god! she thought. I've been raped in a pickup truck at a drive-in movie by Pete Komisky. A brutal gang of bikers picked me up at a roadside diner and took me to the beach, where they tied me up to a tree and staked me out in a spread-eagled position.
Then they made me suck their cocks and they fucked me and even shoved a cattle prod up my cunt.
After that, she recalled with shame and embarrassment, the wicked Rosey Redgrave had taken her home and tortured her and made her lick Rosey's asshole.
And then, Rosey's boyfriend, Billy, had cruelly made her suck his cock.
Finally, when she had thought that she would escape the evil clutches of these crude people, she had been pulled out of a phone booth in the middle of a call to the one person who she trusted in the whole world -her brother, Butch. She had been taken to a filthy beach house, where she was beaten and bound and tortured. They had even reamed her tight, young pussy with a beer bottle.
Would she ever forget the horrible things that had happened to her? Would she ever escape this dreadful situation? Would she ever return to her Iowa home? And most important, would she ever be able to lead a normal life again?
A thousand thoughts ran through her mind simultaneously and she felt as though she were living a nightmare!
CHAPTER NINE
Prairie Dog and Mousy decided that it would be a good idea to tie Debby to a kitchen chair so that she couldn't escape while they guzzled beer and relaxed. They had to wait until Billy returned.
Billy had told them that he had to "check the situation out and see if the little girl called the cops." He had ordered them to keep an eye on Debby.
The two bikers were accustomed to taking orders. King Rat ordered them around all of the time. Moreover, King and Billy were good buddies, and they were both as tough as nails.
So they tied Debby up to a kitchen chair, which they placed in the middle of the living room. She looked pathetic, with her hands tied behind her back and her legs secured to the legs of the upright chair.
She was totally naked and she looked and felt like a real mess. Her hair was tousled, her face was covered with dry cum, and her cunt was oozing cum and cunt-juice and stale beer. She was physically and mentally exhausted. All that she wanted to do was get out of the place and go home to Iowa.
Debby vowed that she would never again run away from home. That had been the greatest mistake of her life, she decided.
The two crude bikers were getting ready to rape her again when Billy stepped through the door. Behind him walked the wicked raven-haired beauty, Rosey Redgrave.
Debby tried to force back a fear-filled cry as she caught sight of the evil duo, but a small, barely audible whimper escaped her pursed lips.
As if responding to a cue, Rosey stepped forward and stood haughtily over the frightened sixteen-year-old, who sat tied up and defenseless in the kitchen chair.
"What the fuck's your problem, bitch?" Rosey snarled between clenched teeth. "You don't look like you're too fuckin' happy to see me again. You filthy little slut!"
Debby was scared to death. This evil woman was a real sadist, and Debby knew it would be unwise to do anything that might provoke her wrath. Figuring that it was best to keep quiet and take Rosey's verbal abuse without complaining, Debby spoke not a word.
That was the wrong thing to do.
"Hey, cunt!" Rosey growled viciously. "I just spoke to you, and when I speak to people, they fucking damned-well better had answer me."
Rosey's fist hit the helpless girl so hard and fast that Debby never even saw the blow. But she felt it! The whole side of her face puffed up and her teeth and gums became numb from Rosey's punch.
"Ouch!" Debby shrieked as the blow hit her and jarred her head back.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" the cruel woman rasped. "If you make any more noise, I'm gonna make you lick my asshole again. You wouldn't like to lick my asshole again now, would you?"
Debby shook her head and whispered, "No." She definitely didn't want to be subjected to licking Rosey's asshole again.
She shuddered at the obscene and humiliating memories of what she had endured the last time Rosey got a hold of her.
"You watch her, Rosey," Billy instructed. "I'm going into the bedroom to talk to Mousy and Prairie Dog. We gotta figure out a place to hide the little wench until we're sure the cops aren't looking for us. I don't think she called the cops, but I want to be sure. I'm not takin' any chances on going to jail for the little cunt."
"Okay," Rosey quickly responded. "You guys go right ahead. I'll watch her closely."
The three men walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
Rosey stared into Debby's tear-streaked face. "My, but you look like shit, darling," the woman said.
Debby did look pretty bad. Moreover, her face was contorted with misery and pain -and fear.
Rosey's fierce-looking eyes lit on Debby's firm upthrust tits, and she stared at them with an evil glint and a wicked leer. Reaching forward, she grabbed one of the girl's tender nipples and began to squeeze it between her fingers. Debby flinched as the wicked woman pinched her nipple cruelly and raked her long fingernails across her tit.
She tried to hold back tears, but the pain and degradation of being tortured by Rosey Redgrave was more than she could stand. She sobbed softly and cried uncontrollably.
"What's the matter with you, bitch?" the woman demanded. "I'm not good enough to play with your little titties, is that it?"
"You're hurting me," Debby whimpered.
"No shit," Rosey replied. "You're a goddamned genius, you know that, cunt?"
"Please don't hurt me any more," Debby answered. "I just can't take much more. Please don't hurt me!"
Rosey's answer came in the form of a hard smack across Debby's tit. Then the woman smacked the girl's other tit.
The wretched girl struggled to escape the woman's blows, but she was bound hand and foot. She could barely move at all.
The cruel woman laughed loudly as she watched Debby writhe about in the chair.
Suddenly, she reached forward and kicked over the chair in which Debby was bound.
Debby fell backwards, her head hitting the floor with a loud thump. She saw stars, and for an instant, visions of her home in Iowa flashed through her mind. Visions of fishing in the pond and going to the small-town teen-center to dance and flirt with boys her own age.
Visions of her high school friends and her big brother, Butch.
When Rosey Redgrave stepped forward and ground the sole of her foot into Debby's upturned face, the sixteen-year-old quickly came to her senses. She tried to turn her head away, to escape the degradation of being ground under the sole of the evil woman's boot.
But Rosey pressed her foot down hard into the girl's face, cruelly and sadistically grinding it into Debby's lips.
"Lick the dust off of my boot, you little slut!" the evil woman demanded. "Lick it, or I'll kick the living shit out of your tits!"
The helpless little girl reluctantly obeyed. She lapped the dust from Rosey Redgrave's boots.
Rosey laughed demonically as she stared closely at the wretched girl who lapped at her boot soles.
"That's right where you belong, you little slut," the woman hissed. "Licking my boots.
Maybe I'll keep you around to lick my boots whenever they get dirty. And to lick my asshole whenever I get horny!"
Although she was repulsed by being forced to lick the raven-haired beauty's boots, Debby continued to lap at the woman's boot soles with her tongue. She felt that it would be better to submit to Rosey's crude demands than to have her kicking her ripe, young tits.
"What the fuck are you doing to her?" Billy shouted as he dashed back into the living room. Mousy and Prairie Dog followed close behind, their eyes wide with interest and excitement.
"N-nothing, Billy," Rosey stammered as Billy approached her with fire in his eyes.
"You asshole!" he shouted as he slapped Rosey and shoved her to the floor. "You fucking sadistic pig! We're worried shitless that the little bitch is going to report us to the cops, and you are out here kicking her around like a goddamned pervert!"
He reached down and punched her with a closed fist, and she lay sprawled out on the floor. Then he kicked her in the side.
"How do you like getting kicked around, you filthy fucking sadistic slut?" he shouted as he kicked her again, "I didn't mean it, Billy. Honest, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I didn't hurt her. Honest, Billy. Trust me!" she responded in an urgent plea.
"Fuck you, Rosey!" he screamed. "Get your whore-ass off the floor and get the fuck out of here. You aren't fit to live with human beings. You're a sadistic bitch, and I don't want anything more to do with you. You hurt this little girl. She never did anything to you, but just because she's helpless and far from home, you have to take advantage of her."
"Okay," Rosey replied meekly as she picked herself up from the floor. "Okay, I'm leaving."
She walked toward the door, and as she opened it to leave, she shouted in defiance, "I'm leaving, Billy! And I'm going straight to the cops, you bastard!"
With that, she dashed out the door.
"Stop her!" Billy yelled to the two bikers.
They stumbled and fell all over themselves in an effort to reach the door.
"Fuck!" Billy cursed. "You assholes can't do anything right. She'll be talking to the cops any minute now. We're in a real shitload of trouble now. Let's get the fuck outta here!" He knelt and began to untie Debby's bonds.
Just then, the door opened again, and in walked Rosey. Her face was contorted and she was sobbing. Her arms were strangely pulled behind her back. Right behind her, holding her arms in a firm grip, was King Rat.
"Let go of me, King," Rosey pleaded.
"Well, goddamn!" Prairie Dog said. "Look what the King dragged in."
They all laughed loudly at Prairie Dog's little joke. Then all eyes turned to Billy, who said, "Rosey can take Debby's place. Tie her up in the seat of honor, boys. I'm taking this little girl out. She's put up with enough shit from all of us. It's time she found out what California life is really like. What do you say, Debby?" he asked as he turned and looked at the girl with loving eyes.
"Oh, thank you, Billy," she replied as she ran forward and fell into his open arms. "Can I put some clothes on and fix myself up a little bit, first?"
"Sure, darling. You take your time, and when you're ready, you and I will go out. I'm going to buy you a drink, baby. Then if you want to go home, I'll buy you a plane ticket and you can get out of here."
Feeling sure and happy for the first time since she had run away from her home in Iowa, Debby dashed into the bathroom to fix herself up.
Finally, she thought, finally, she had found a nice man. A man who would treat her kindly.
She really trusted Billy. Of all the people she had met since she had arrived in California, Billy was the nicest, most decent person. She did not care too much for his friends, but that didn't matter. Billy was a nice man.
As she combed her hair and put clothes on, she heard Rosey screaming in the living room. King, Mousy, Prairie Dog and Billy were slapping her. And from the sounds that Debby heard, they were also raping the sadistic bitch.
Debby smiled with satisfaction when she heard Rosey Redgrave scream and beg for mercy.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, looking all clean and well-groomed, and dressed in King's jeans and sweatshirt, she saw Rosey. The sight was shocking!
Rosey was tied up in the kitchen chair. Mousy was reaming her cunt with the same beer bottle that he had used to fuck Debby's pussy. Prairie Dog straddled the woman's face, and she was sucking his cock. King was pinching Rosey's nipples. Billy sat in the corner on the couch, legs crossed watching the depraved scene with a big smile on his face.
Debby was happy that Billy wasn't participating in the lewd behavior. She liked Billy, and even though his friends were crude and nasty, Billy seemed to be a basically decent person. He just fell in with the wrong crowd, she thought.
When she stepped into the living room, Billy quickly stood up and grasped Debby's hand.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he said as he led her to the door. "Rosey deserves whatever she gets.
She's a real sadistic bitch."
"B-but," Debby stammered. "Aren't you and Rosey friends?" she asked.
"No! We used to be friends. But that was a real mistake. I don't give a flying fuck about her any more. Believe me. I don't care if those guys rape the shit out of her. Hell, they can kill her for all I care. She'd be better off dead, anyway. Then, she wouldn't be able to hurt little girls like you."
"Whatever you say, Billy," Debby said as they walked out the door.
As Billy closed the door behind them, Debby heard Rosey screaming and shouting obscenities.
Debby hated to admit it, but hearing Rosey Redgrave scream made her feel good all over.
She kissed Billy on the cheek and, holding hands, they walked briskly down the street.
CHAPTER TEN
Billy led Debby straight to the Hole in the Wall Bar.
He stopped outside and pulled her around back, where it was pitch-black.
"I like you, Debby," he whispered as he kissed her softly on the ear. "I like you too, Billy," she replied weakly. "I want to fuck you. Right here!" he exclaimed. "Prove to me that you really like me," he said. "Fuck me -right here in the parking lot."
"Noooooo!" she wailed. "This is disgusting! I can't fuck you here, in this dirty parking lot!"
"Okay, then, I understand. You're right. It's just that I want to fuck you so bad. Forgive me, darling. Let's just go inside and have a beer. I'm upset, that's all. Let's have a beer and then go back to my house," he said in a soft, seductive voice.
"Okay, Billy," Debby answered. She was relieved that he didn't insist on fucking her in the parking lot.
"Hey, listen," he said reassuringly. "The bar closes early tonight. They close up at ten o'clock on Wednesdays so that the guys can shoot pool and play cards without getting hassled. You see, the guys that hang out here do a lot of betting. It's illegal to bet on pool and cards. So, they shut up early every Wednesday night and everybody bets money on either pool or cards. Understand?"
"Sure, Billy. I understand." Debby trusted Billy. He seemed so sincere, and he had taken her away from that awful beach house full of perverts. He seemed like a decent sort of fellow, and she had to trust somebody, so she trusted Billy.
They strolled into the Hole in the Wall Bar. As soon as they stepped through the door, a man walked over and locked it. He turned off the outside lights.
Looking around, Debby noticed that she was the only woman in the bar. At first, she was frightened, but Billy hugged her tightly and said, "Don't worry about a thing, dear. I'll take care of you. These guys all know me. They never fuck with me, and I'll make sure that they don't mess with you."
She was still a bit nervous, but she trusted Billy. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her, Debby thought. But, as she saw half a dozen men leering at her, she shook with fear.
She clung tightly to Billy's arm.
"Hey, listen, baby," Billy said. "I have to make a phone call. I'll be right back. Don't worry about a thing. Just relax and have a beer."
A big muscular man strolled over and handed her a glass of beer as Billy swaggered over to the telephone and dialed a number.
Without saying a word, the big man lifted her up and held her above his head while he turned around and around, faster and faster -until she was so dizzy that her stomach was astir and she could not focus.
Then he laid her on the pool table and pulled off her jeans, while another man tore her sweatshirt off. She lay stretched out on the pool table, totally naked, dizzy and confused.
She felt a dozen hands pawing her tits, neck, stomach, legs and cunt. When she tried to sit up, she was rudely and roughly thrown back down on the pool table's felt surface. Her head spun and she could not focus on any of the men who were pawing her naked body.
All that she could see was a single bright lightbulb, which hung over the pool table.
"Wh-what's happening? What's going on here?" she shrieked frantically as she jerked about beneath the pawing hands of six horny men.
"We're gonna gang-rape you, little girl," the big man said as he rammed his thumb into her tight cunt.
"Oh, god! No!" she shrieked.
"Oh yes, darling. We're gonna fuck the hell out of your young pussy. You've got quite a reputation around here. Everybody here knows about you -how you like to pull trains and suck cocks and get fucked in your cunt and your asshole. So we decided to give you a real good time tonight."
"No!" she screamed again. She saw Billy returning from making his phone call, and she called out to him. "Billy, please help me! They want to rape me! Don't let them rape me, Billy! Please! Stop them!"
"Stop them from raping you? You've got to be kidding, sweetheart. Hell, I set this evening up. I figured some of my bar buddies might get a kick out of fucking you."
"Good god!" she gasped in disbelief. "How could you do such a thing to me? I trusted you!"
"Well," Billy replied with a shrug, "let that be a lesson to you, dear. Don't trust anybody."
Debby struggled to escape the hands which held her down on the pool table and pawed her naked young body. Their hands were all over her, probing her cunt, pinching her nipples and her clit, grabbing her taut asscheeks.
She knew that it was futile to try and escape, but she had to make an attempt. She honestly felt that if she were raped one more time, she would go stark-raving mad. She flailed her arms and legs in a desperate attempt to free herself from their groping hands.
"Hold her down, guys," Billy instructed his friends. "Slap her around if you have to!"
The guys didn't have to be told twice. They began to slap her face, tits, legs and belly.
They rained hard smacks all over her body.
"Aaaiiieeeee!" she wailed.
"Gag her," Billy ordered.
One man took a bar rag off the cigarette machine and stuffed it into her mouth.
There was a loud knock on the door, and Debby hoped that the cops had arrived. Perhaps they will save me from being raped by these brutal men, she thought.
As soon as the men heard the knock on the door, they scattered and dashed out the back door. Only Billy stayed behind.
"You stay put," he ordered Debby as he walked to the door, and with a smirk on his face, opened it.
Debby shuddered as she watched three men swagger into the bar. It was King, Prairie Dog and Mousy. They all had obscene smiles pasted on their faces.
Debby would have screamed in fear, but she-was still gagged. She was paralyzed with frightful anticipation. They were all mean men, she knew. And once again, she was powerless to stop them from abusing her.
King spoke first. "Did the other guys all split?" he asked Billy.
"Yep. They took off like scared rabbits, just like we thought they would. Right out the back door."
"Good, now we can get down to a nice little orgy with this young cunt," King said.
The four men wasted no time. Prairie Dog climbed on the pool table, pulled the gag off Debby, straddled her face and stuck his cock in her mouth.
Mousy began to suck her taut nipples.
Billy spread her legs wide, and King grabbed a pool stick from the wall. He stepped forward and rammed the butt-end of the pool stick deep into her pussy.
The thick wooden pool stick pumped in and out of her tight cunt and made lewd slurping sounds. Her cunt-muscles tightened and clasped the pool stick, which sluiced into the depths of her tight cunt.
"Yeah, that's gettin' into it, slut," King rasped. "You're gonna like getting your juicy pussy reamed out by a pool stick. Goddamn! Your cunt is getting all slicked up with pussy-juice.
Pump your ass, bitch!" He shoved the pool stick deeper and harder into her seething, juice-slicked cunt.
The whole sordid scene of sexual depravity humiliated little Debby beyond belief. She struggled in vain to escape the grasps of the crude rapists. But every time that she started to get free of their groping hands and stop sucking the hard prick which filled her mouth or tried to quite jerking in time with the pool stick which was thrust deeply into her cunt, she would be slapped quickly and brutally.
Survival! That was the key word, she realized in a moment of lucidity. She must simply survive this terrible ordeal. She must admit to their crude sexual demands and evil desires. They were raping her, and there was no one around to save her. She couldn't escape on her own.
It was indeed a man's world, she decided. She couldn't escape the fact, and there was little use in trying to fight it.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" King snarled. "Look at this little bitch pump her ass. Goddammit!
She's really getting into being fucked by a pool stick!"
"Yeah... unnggghhh!" Prairie Dog snorted as he pumped his big, long cock in and out of her hot mouth. "She gives a helluva blow-job, too. Look at her wolfing down my cock!"
"Fuckin A," Mousy chimed in. "Her nipples are nice and hard, too!" He pinched her nipples roughly again.
At that very moment, Debby heard footsteps. She listened carefully. She had to focus solely on the sound of the footsteps, because the crude men were making obscene grunting and groaning sounds and were laughing loudly.
They didn't hear anything, but Debby was certain that there were footsteps coming from . .
. from near the back door of the bar.
Who could it be? she wondered. She was dying to know, but in her position -sprawled out on the pool table with her head pressed down and her mouth filled with Prairie Dog's big hard cock -she couldn't look behind her to see who had entered the back door.
"Hey! Look out!" King shouted as he yanked the pool stick out of Debby's cunt.
"What?" Prairie Dog said anxiously as he glanced into King's terror-stricken eyes. Prairie Dog's question was rudely answered by a sharp blow on the back of his head. His eyes glazed over and he fell backward off of the pool table and slammed hard onto the floor.
Alerted to the danger, Mousy turned around just in time to get the full force of a hard right hand which appeared from out of nowhere, landing right on his square jaw.
Wham! The punch hit the little crude biker like a ton of bricks. He slumped to the floor and was out cold.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Debby summoned her last ounce of strength and pulled herself into an upright position.
She sat on the pool table and eagerly watched the battle that was shaping up before her eyes. She rubbed the sweat and tears out of her eyes so that she could focus and see who the combatants were.
Two big men stood behind her, their fists clenched and ready to do battle. Her back was to them, so she still didn't know who they were.
Prairie Dog and Mousy were both out cold on the floor.
"Okay," said a familiar voice behind her. "You take the guy on the left. That's Billy. I'll handle King. I've got a score to settle with that asshole!"
"Anything you say, Pete," came the reply. "Let's get these fuckers and beat the livin' shit outta them."
"Butch!" Debby screamed delightfully as she recognized her brother's deep, growling voice. "And Pete!" she added. She sat straight up on the pool table, the perfect place to view the impending battle.
Pete flung himself at King, who slammed the pool stick down on the man's muscular back.
It broke in two as though it were a mere toothpick. Pete kept on coming. With a full body block, he slammed King into the wall. King threw a short left hook that caught Pete square on the chin. But the big man shrugged it off and began throwing hard punches into King's chest and belly. King backed up, holding his stomach.
His face was contorted in pain. But he wasn't about to give up. His pride was on the line. If Pete Komisky beat him in a fight, King would never be able to show his face in Manhattan Beach again. He and Pete had fought before, he remembered. After the last high school football game. They had both been hurt badly, but no one had won the fight.
This time, King knew, there had to be a winner -and a loser.
Summoning all of his strength and energy, King moved forward and threw two short left jabs, which connected just beneath Pete's right eye. Immediately, Pete's eyelid began to swell. King laughed as he watched Pete's eyes close from the swelling.
"Ha! Ha!" he laughed gloatingly. "I'm gonna pepper your fucking face until you can't see shit. Then I'm gonna finish you off. I'm puttin' your clumsy fuckin' ass in the hosp-" Wham! Wham! Wham! Before King could finish his sentence, Pete connected with three short punches to the mid-section.
King doubled over, gasping for breath.
"Get him, Pete!" Debby shrieked with excitement. "Hit him! Hit that bastard!"
Pete grabbed a thick swath of King's hair, twisted it into a ball with his strong fingers, and turned to speak to Debby, who was so avidly cheering him on.
"This one is dedicated to you, darling," he told her. Then he balled his right hand into a tight fist, reached way down until his massive fist almost touched the floor, paused a second to take a deep breath, and with all of his might, he threw a wicked uppercut which landed directly on King's mouth with the force of a sledge-hammer.
Debby saw small particles flying out of King's mouth. One of them flew up onto the pool table where she was sitting. She reached down and picked it up. It was a tooth!
King was out cold. Pete released his grip on the unconscious man's hair and let him fall.
King puddled to the floor.
Pete spat on the defeated man and turned his attention to Debby. He stepped toward her, and hugging her tightly, gave her a big, wet kiss. Debby blushed and whispered in his ear, "You sure are one hell of a man, Pete. I love you."
During the fight, Billy and Butch had been transfixed watching the action. They had stood side-by-side, almost as though they were friends. But now that the fight between Pete and King was over, it was time to get down to business.
Billy didn't want anything to do with Butch. Billy was a strong, muscular man -well-built and wiry, quick on his feet. And pretty big, at 190 pounds. He had never shied away from a fight in his life. And he had won most of the fights that he had been in. But never -never in Billy's life -had he ever encountered a man the size of Butch Davis.
He backed away from Butch, making his way toward the front door, the only avenue of escape. As he backed away, he took a careful look at his foe. What he saw scared the hell out of him. Butch weighed at least 250, maybe more, Billy figured. And although the big man had a beer belly, the rest of his massive body was firm and muscular.
"Well, little sister," Butch remarked. "Pete and I have three of these boys stretched out on the floor and fast asleep. What about this here fella. What's his name?" Turning to look at Billy, he asked the man, "What's your name, kid?"
"B-B-Billy," he stammered.
"Yeah, well like I was saying, little sister, what should I do with this here fella, Billy? Seems to me that I saw him in here messin' with your little body, Sis. Is that right, or were my eyes playing tricks on me?"
Turning to Billy, who continued to back up in hopes of escaping out the front door, Butch asked, "Is that right, fella? You been messin' with my little sister?"
"No!" Billy blurted as he dashed toward the door. He grabbed the door knob and tried to open it, but it was locked. There was no escape!
"What do you say, Sis? Was this here boy givin' you some trouble?"
"Yes," Debby replied bluntly. "He's a mean, evil bastard. I trusted him, but he brought me here and invited all of his friends over to rape me. Beat him up, Butch! Kick his ass!"
"No sooner said than done, Sis," Butch replied. "Well, son," he said to Billy, who was shaking like a leaf. "How do you want it? In the guts, maybe? Naw. I can't give it to you in the guts, because the way you're shakin', it don't look like you got any guts, boy. Well, shit, if you ain't got no preferences, I guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
With that, he lunged across the bar room, grabbed Billy in a tight headlock and began to squeeze the man's neck until his face turned beet-red and he was choking for air.
Turning to Debby, Butch said, "Since it was you that this here boy was fuckin' with, it seems only proper that you should kick his ass. Come on down here and give this punk a few good old Iowa boots, Sis."
Debby was more than happy to oblige. Pete helped her down from the pool table. Butch positioned Billy so that his ass was high in the air, and Debby proceeded to kick his ass a dozen times before she got too tired to continue.
"Okay," said Butch. "Everybody satisfied?" He surveyed the room, laughing as he caught sight of the three unconscious bikers who were stretched out on the floor. He still held Billy around the neck. "Just let me finish off this punk and we'll be on our way."
"Don't get carried away and kill him, Butch," Pete said.
"Well," Butch replied. "Sometimes, I don't know my own strength, so maybe you outta finish this old boy off."
"No problem," Pete replied as he stepped forward, lifted Billy's chin and punched him hard in the jaw. Billy puddled to the floor. Pete, Butch and Debby all broke out in uproarious laughter as they left the Hole in the Wall Bar.
As they climbed into Pete's pick-up truck, Butch struck up a conversation.
"I guess little Debby's wonderin' how we managed to come bustin' in on those boys the way we did. Well, you see, Sis, I remembered that you were callin' from the 'Hole in the . .
. something, and that the bar was located in Manhattan Beach, California, so I hopped on a plane and flew right out here. When I got here, I met Pete outside. We knew something was going on when we saw about five guys come running out the back door, so Pete and I decided to go on in and check it out. Pete was real worried about you, little sister. He didn't think it would be real smart to go in there by himself. But when I told him I would help, he was downright ready to go in and throw some fists."
"OH, thank you. Thank you both. I love you both so much!"
"Well, I think Pete here loves you, little sister. In fact, he told me so."
"I want to marry you, Debby," Pete blurted. "Please marry me. I'll take you a Way from all of this."
"Will you take me back to Iowa?" Debby said anxiously.
"You bet!" he quickly replied.
Pete turned the truck around, drove straight to the freeway and headed for Iowa. Pete, Butch and Debby laughed the whole way.
