____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen Becker o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Biker Bar 5 (M+FF, gb, nc) by Anonymous Author (c) 1992 Rusty & Eddies BBS *** Becky woke up to a bright light. She was so stiff, she could hardly move. The biker girl had tied her back to the chair when she had come out of the bathroom but, fortunately for her, Becky thought, not as tightly. Still, her hands and feet were nearly numb from the reduced blood flow. Becky wondered how she had managed to sleep and just how long she did. As she looked around the now bright room, illuminated by three large lamps, she saw a flurry of activity. Three men, all of whom had been there the previous day, were busy setting up the flood lights and, to Becky's horror, camera equipment. She realized that all the activity was for her. One of the men noticed that the young girl had awakened and walked over to her. "Hi bitch. You ready for your big day?" he asked, reaching down and taking one of Becky's breasts into his hand. "Nice tits," He said. Becky looked up at him with disdain. "Bitch," the man growled, and Becky felt him give a hard twist to one of her nipples. She grunted in pain. "Oh," the man continued, "You like this shit, huh?" "Let her alone," a girl's voice said from across the room. The man spun around to face the biker girl who had helped Becky the previous night. "You want me to fuck you instead?" the man said to her. "Maybe you want me to waste you right now?" "Touch me and Red Devil'l cut your balls off," the girl answered with a snap. "Just let her alone, that's all. She'll have enough in a while." "Fuck you," the man retorted and began to untie Becky. Looking down at Becky he winked at her. "Maybe you and I'll go outside and do some serious fucking before the shit starts. Becky looked helplessly across the room to the biker girl. The girl walked up to the man and grabbed his arm. He again spun around, striking the girl across the face. She tumbled back onto the floor. Without speaking, he walked to her and quickly gave her a hard kick into the stomach. Becky heard the air rush out of the girl's lungs. The two men who had been in the room rushed to the man's side and grabbed his arms. "You fuckin' nuts?" one asked the man. "He'll fuckin' kill ya." The man shook the two men off. "I told you to shut the fuck up bitch," the man said to the girl who was now gasping for air on the floor. "Just shut the fuck up." With that, he walked back to Becky and finished untieing her. Grabbing her by the arm, he roughly pulled her to her feet and shoved her towards the door. One of the other men tried to stop them but was shoved aside. "Tell Devil I'll have her back when I fuckin' get done with her," the man growled as he walked out the door. "You're hurting my arm," Becky pleaded as she was half drug across the empty yard towards a densely trade area. "Please?" "Shut the fuck up bitch," the man replied and only grabbed her arm tighter. "Shut up or I'll fuckin' break your arm." Becky believed him and stumbled as she tried to keep up. She had nothing on her feet and she felt the stones and glass cutting her as she walked. After arriving at the wooded area, the man turned and swiftly picked the young girl up into his arms. "C'mon bitch, let's go," he said as he pushed through the bushes and high weeds. Becky felt thorns from ground cover scratch across her as the man used her body to shield himself. Finally they came to a small clearing and the man literally dumped the young girl on the ground. Becky stared at him as he kicked his shoes off and undid his belt. Dropping his pants he exposed what had already become an enormous erection. Without speaking, the man dropped to his knees and grabbed the young girls head bringing it smacking up against his cock. "Take it in your mouth bitch," the man ordered Becky. When she hesitated momentarily, the man slapped her down flat onto her back and straddled her chest. His cock lay prone across her face. "Open your mouth, bitch," he ordered as he squeezed her cheeks with his fingers, forcing it open. Her mouth now open, Becky felt the smooth head of the man's cock glide across her sore and tender lips. The man slowly began pushing in and out of her mouth. She lay still under him, eyes closed, trying not to think of what was going on. The man continued to push in and out of her mouth. It seemed that with each penetration he pushed himself further and further in. Becky began to gag as the man grabbed her head and violently began to fuck her face. She felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat and, in the position her head was, found it increasingly difficult to breathe. The man then repositioned himself over her so that her head was flat on the ground and his waist was right above her. In this position, he was able to literally plunge himself over and over again into her mouth. Becky tried to resist with her hands and arms, attempting to support the man's weight but he was simply too large. After a few minutes of this, Becky felt the man begin to moan and she realized that the end was near. Within seconds, she felt the man slam into her face and felt his hot liquid squirt against the back of her throat. Gagging, she managed to finally pull away from the man and roll onto her side. Her freedom was only momentary as the man quickly grabbed her and again pinned her down to the ground. Almost instantly, the man was on top of her, spreading her young legs apart. Roughly he entered her and began pumping into her. Again, Becky closed her eyes and tried to distance herself from the man who was raping her. Suddenly she felt the man tense and almost collapse down on top of her. Looking up, she saw a strange look in the man's eyes and then realized that the biker's leader was standing above them. The large man had a large rock in his hand that was slightly stained with blood. Within seconds of the time the man raping her had tensed, Becky saw the leader again smash into the back of the man's head with the rock. Again the man tensed, this time he also grunted. Becky stared in horror as she saw the man's eyes roll up into their sockets. With the third smash of the rock, the man fell limp onto Becky's body. Becky felt nearly smothered with his weight. The leader continued to hit the man across the back of the head with the rock, time after time. Now, with each hit, Becky felt a spray of blood come across her face. She felt the cock inside of her grow rapidly limp. Finally, Becky saw two other men rush up and grab the leaders arms. The rock fell to the ground with a thud, barely missing her own head. "Let me the fuck go," the large man grunted. "Clean this shit up." And with that, he pushed the man off of Becky and grabbed her by the arm pulling her to her feet. "C'mon bitch," the man growled, "You want to fuck, I'll give you some fuck." "But," Becky protested, "But I......" Her words were cut short by the man throwing her to the ground. The young girl landed in a dense sticker bush. She screamed in pain. Reaching down, the large man literally lifted Becky up by the arm. She felt the tiny thorns tearing across her body, leaving small scratches. Once free of the bush, the man again threw her to the ground. Becky looked up and saw three other men running towards her. "Hold her ass down," the leader commanded, and the three men threw themselves onto Becky. She looked up helplessly at the raging man. Quietly and without any hesitation, the leader bent down and picked up a jagged stick, about twelve or thirteen inches long. Becky watched in horror as he ordered the three men who were holding her in place to spread her legs apart. "You want fuck, bitch?" the large man raged. "You want a good fuck?" Becky screamed in terror. "No, Please," she cried. "He dragged me out here, I didn't want...." Again her voice was cut off by the violent actions of the leader. As she spoke he had bent over and was prodding between her legs with the stick. Finding her tender opening, he jammed the rod slightly into her. Becky screamed in pain as the jagged stick found her flesh. She could feel its edges as it entered her, leaving tiny splinters as it did. Looking up through her tears she saw one of the men holding her straining his neck to see exactly what was happening. He was smiling. "There bitch," the leader yelled at Becky, "there, you happy? Or you want more?" "No, please," the young girl pleaded, but to no avail. Almost immediately she felt the man jabbing the stick further into her. Again she screamed in agony. "Shit, man," one of the men holding Becky muttered, "shit!" "Shut the fuck up," the leader screamed at the man. And with that he ripped the stick from inside Becky. The girl felt as though her insides had been torn apart. "Get her the fuck inside," the leader ordered and the three men complied. Again inside the house, Becky was thrown into the darkened room where she had spent the first night. Curling into the fetal position, she cried, cried harder than she had ever cried before. Once again, her entire body ached and she kept seeing the picture of the man who was raping her being killed while he was inside of her. She could not cleanse her mind of the sight of the back of the man's head as she was pulled away from him. Suddenly and strangely, she thought of her father, the man who had warned her never to go into that place on the highway. She longed to hear his and her mother's voice again, to play with her dog, to see her friends at school. She guessed that her parents had already called the police about her, that they were all looking for her. But where was she? Was she even still in the same state? With those thoughts straining through her mind, she fell asleep.