The Devil’s Nightmare By: been there ©May 2004 Erotic, horror, les, gang rape, M/F, F/F, F/beast, snuff 2. The wrong decision The music stopped and the buzz of ambient noise hushed as her presence became noticed by everyone including the burly monsters that played at the pool table or were shooting dice in a corner booth. Heads turned to admire the curvaceous ass so snug in the tight leather skirt as she swayed past to an empty booth. Reluctantly a hostess, not so shabby in her own right‚ sauntered over to take an order. Admittedly, she paled in attractiveness as she neared Truly, who sat basking triumphantly as on a regal throne. She ordered a double Tequila Gold shooter, lime and salt back as her husky voice resounded through the hushed bar. The hostess had not even left the table before the order was delivered by another. “Complements of the back booth,” the newer hostess explained. She lifted the heavy tumbler toward the booth in acknowledgment and tossed about half of the golden liquid fire down her gullet. Following easily with the lime and salt, she let the warmth spread from her stomach to all of her limbs. Again, she surveyed the party of hairy giants that had sprung for the shooter. Rough, matted long hair, heavy leather jackets and pants, huge boots of black with silver buckles across the arches, eyes capped in shades of mirrored glasses that hid the fire of their eyes, nothing that should attract the her attention. Still, she was drawn, attracted really, to the vulgarity and coarseness of the unknown strangers. The fire in her groin ignited. Four in all, poured from the same mold, so similar was their appearance. They waited and sniped remarks back and forth as she casually strutted, actually performed the short distance between the booths. She stopped at the table, hands defiant at her hips, as they in unison, let their breath‚ held in anticipation, escape from gaping open mouths. Eyes swept her top to bottom taking the liberty of hovering at peaks and valleys of interest. Letting her body talk for her‚ she more than demonstrated her desirability‚ and availability. “Looks like you boys are having a good time,” she remarked. “I'll take another drink now, if you please.” Eyes feasted on her every move, she purposefully‚ leaned forward to show the round swelled curves of her breasts, even though she was entirely visible through the silky material. Their riveting attention tightened her pelvis as moisture gathered and the fabric of the blouse felt like sandpaper‚ chaffing her now erect nipples. Tommy, the first to regain his senses. His hand boldly extended, Tommy Tall is my handle and these are my Hell's Travelers “Wanna‚ 'nother‚ shooter?” He leapt to his feet and shoved at his buddies to make room in the booth. They slid as though joined at the hip. Her leather skirt hoisted, revealing more of the shapely limbs, sizzled across the bench. Tommy slid next to her and immediately a bond of passion flared. “So, who’re your friends,” she challenged He spit out their names as he pointed to each and the two more at the pool table. Blazoned on the back of one waiting his turn to pocket some billiard balls was the fancy emblem of Hell's Travelers MC along with wheels and wings and naked girls silhouettes cut from chrome and riveted to the leather It took a suggestion from her to break the spell. “Come on, someone‚ Ask me to dance.” The first lucky one on his feet was careful not to crusher against the lead pipe hard penis held firm and captive in his pants. Still her sense of accomplishment was exhilarating as she followed his moves, taking every opportunity to dry fuck his now painfully erect cock. It became a continuous parade of dances and shooters until the bell clanged at the bar for last call Tommy T was her last dance before they polished off the drinks. He suggested a fast night ride to blow some of the cobwebs from their brains. “What the hell,” she thought, “This is what I am here for anyway” 3. Another mistake Mounting up, the six riders coughed the big Harleys into life with a roar and rev of the noisy engines. She straddled the molded leather seat behind Tommy, hiking the small skirt even higher up her thighs. “Hold around my waist,” TT ordered. With a lurch, every bike launched in unison to form a massive roar of men and machine. The speed built fast and the wind gusted at her hair and clothing. Her grip tightened around his waist as she felt a growth beneath. Creeping into prominence his maleness was the only handhold, she required. The massive engine provided enough vibration through her hands to provoke his first jerking ejaculation. Powerful, even trapped in his pants, she could feel the spastic spurts that seemed to continue forever. Over his shoulder he asked, “Want another drink?” “What do you think?” as she squeezed his spent but still rigid cock. “Your place or . . ? “No, yours,” she answered. “We all bunk together,” He countered. “OKAY with me,” then nothing but silence followed. The night roar continued as the mass of men and machines circled to follow Tom and his bike. Past the city outskirts and into the countryside where houses were further apart and much more secluded. With controlled precision, they throttled down and wheeled between a heavy treed area, to arrive at a barn with opened doors. Parked in an orderly row six shiny metal monsters, now silenced, were freed of their human cargo Together they advanced into the house with drunken fanfare and celebration to announce their arrival. Jackets and shades were abandoned, tossed everywhere, boots removed and bodies sprawled in the closest empty chair or sofa. “I gave Truly the choice, she decided here was a good place for the night,” Tom stated “The bitch as already did a hand job on me so anyone else who wants to can play now. ” “A'right, ALL RIGHT,” a chorus sang out. “I may be a bitch, but I am still bitch enough to handle all you guys,” she defied. Her hands cocked on each hip and legs apart she formed an angry picture. “We'll see!” Quickly, he waved the others back when her stinging remark raked at his abilities. Tommy ground his bearded face hard on her lips as he riveted his groin firm into her crotch, his hands clenched in a vise like grip on her ass. She started to remove her blouse just as it was ripped from her body by someone behind her. Not wanting a 400-dollar leather skirt destroyed also, she quickly slipped it from her hips. Standing bare before the six, the only shred of modesty left was a triangle of purple lace strapped to pubic triangle. It too, went the way of the blouse. “This might still be a night to remember,” she thought. His lips sought and found her rigid nipples; he sucked one, then the other deep into his mouth. A ripple of anticipation coursed down her body starting with his rough and hungered assault on her breasts and ending at the covered hard meat pressed against her pubic hair patch. His claw like grip on her buttocks deepened to spread her anus to invading fingers. She struggled to free the erection from his leather riding pants. Easily, he stepped clear as they dropped to the floor. He lifted her into the crotch of his arms, aligned her groin to his and penetrated slightly into her excited and moisture-laden pussy. Her legs twined around his hips spreading her open pussy to invasion Again his grip tightened to bring her deeper onto the hard rail. If not for the excited flow of moisture and her willingness to be taken so crudely, the gigantic cock would have split her apart. A contented sigh escaped from her scarlet lips as she engulfed his length and girth. So filled her pussy was, she only exerted the slightest pressure from her muscular vagina and his cock was trapped and unable to withdraw. Basking in the power of her control, she held him immobile for short periods until he resigned to her will. She controlled his entry and she controlled his withdrawal. She could, with the same contractive muscles, push his eager cock to the point of expulsion until she relaxed and allowed him to slip back full inside of her. She controlled him. With the authority thus established, she relaxed and offered her complete submission. Tommy regained his composure and began a constant deep rocking thrust letting her pressure milk his shaft with every long slow deep stroke. These vaginal contractions stimulated her into the beginnings of a slow building orgasm that felt as if it could last all evening. The velvet walls of her love chamber contracted, caressing his manly tool to increase the pleasure for both His anxiousness began to show as hot panting breaths flooded over her body from wherever his mouth was at that moment. Perspiration flowed from his beard and body to glisten her nude frame as the tiny rivulets ran in wet trails. His tempo increased, indicating to her the beginning of the end for this poor soul. Her surprise came when the explosion burst inside of her. His ejaculation detonated into her innards with gushing reverberating waves of male seed. So intense, she lost herself to her own joining orgasmic cascade. Totally, the waves and tremors engulfed her being, until she lay limp in the grip of his strong hands and supporting cock. She had finally met the strong sexual partner so long sought.