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   BIKERS 1

   "My father warned me not to come here," Leslie said to her friend Becky
as she walked towards the bar.  The place had a terrible reputation and was
well known as a hangout for a local biker gang.  But it wasn't like they
had any real choice in the matter now though.  Becky's car was sitting a
quarter mile down the road, it was getting darker by the minute and this
was the only place open for a couple miles.

   "All we'll do is go in, use the phone to call daddy, and then leave. 
It'll be OK," Becky whispered to Sharon as they walked through the front
door.

   Looking quickly around the large central room, Leslie now knew why she
had been warned away from the place.  There had to be twenty guys all
sitting around tables drinking, and none of them looked like they had
showered for a week.  As the two young girls walked into the room, all
talking ceased and all eyes were on them.

   "What can I help you ladies out with?" asked a man behind the bar.

   Both girls were motionless and seemed to become frozen in their tracks.

   The man at the bar asked again, "What do you girls need?"

   One of the customers yelled out, "Maybe they're too young to know what
they want!"

   Another yelled out, "Yeah, we ought to go ahead and give it to 'em."

   The man behind the bar hollered for everyone to shut up and asked the
girls a third time what they needed.

   "Just to use the phone sir," Becky squeeked out.  "Our car broke down
and we need to call my father."

   One of the customers, a large man wearing a typical biker outfit got up
and walked over to the girls.  "No need to call your daddy, we can fix
anything that's wrong," he said harshly.  "Ain't that right?" The other
customers all yelled back in agreement.  "Why don't you two ladies sit and
relax while I send some guys down to get your car?"

   "No thanks, mister, my dad will come get us," Becky almost whispered.

   "What the fuck's wrong bitch," one of the customer's yelled.  "You don't
fuckin' trust us?"

   The other customers heckled in agreement.

   The large man standing next to the girls grabbed Becky's arm and said,
"Give me the fuckin' keys.  I told you we'd fix the goddamned thing."

   With that, he grabbed her keys from her hands and threw them across the
room to another customer.

   "Now just go sit the fuck down and relax."

   The man walked to the guy with the keys and told him to go get the car.
When the man balked for a second, the larger man grabbed him by the hair
and literally stood him up.  Leslie thought the man's hair was being ripped
out by the roots.

   "I told you to go get the fuckin' car, now go," the man roared and threw
the man forward.  The man stumbled out of the bar.

   Leslie and Becky looked at each other quickly and then glanced at the
bar.  There was a small table sitting next to it with no guys at it.  The
two girls quickly moved towards it and sat down.

   The man from before, obviously the leader, walked over to the girls and
was quickly joined by most of the other men.

   "What you two want to drink?" he demanded.

   "Nothing, thanks," Becky replied.

   "When I offer you something to fuckin' drink bitch, you fuckin' drink
it!" The tone of the man's voice scared the two girls even more than they
already were.  "Get these two bitches a beer," he roared.

   The man behind the bar asked the girls their ages.

   "17," Becky answered.

   "16," Leslie whispered.

   "Fuck," the man at the bar answered, "I'm gonna lose my fuckin' liquor
license." He then opened two Budweisers and handed them across the bar to
the large man.

   "Here," the man said gruffly as he sat the beer down in front of the
girls.  "Drink them," he demanded.

   Neither girl moved.

   "I said, fucking drink the fuckin' beer bitch," the man snarled as he
grabbed Leslie by the hair and pulled her head back.

   Both girls grabbed the cans in front of them.  Each took a small sip.

   "What the fuck is that," one of the other men said, grabbing Becky's
can. He guzzled it down.

   "Give the girls another beer," the large man ordered.  When he gave that
new beer to Becky, he ordered her to drink it down quick and not to stop
until it was empty.

   Becky raised the can to her lips and closed her eyes.  Swallowing as
quickly as she could, she felt the cold beer pouring down her throat. 
Several times she was afraid she would gag but she managed to finish it.

   "Jesus fuck," one customer said.  "What a fuckin' bitch.  You sure
you're only 17?"

   Becky looked at Leslie helplessly.

   "Now you," the large man said to Leslie.  "Fuckin' drink it down bitch."

   Leslie took the can to her lips and swallowed a few hard times.  She
took the can away to take a breath.

   With that the large man erupted.  "Fuckin' bitch.  I told you to fuckin'
drink it."

   The man grabbed Leslie by the arm and pulled her away from the table. 
Becky tried to jump up but she felt several strong hands hold her down.

   "You stupid bitch, when I fuckin' tell you to do something, you fuckin'
do it," the man roared.

   Leslie had started to cry.

   "Stop that fuckin' crying or I'll give you something to fuckin' cry
about bitch," the man ordered.  "Just shut the fuck up."

   With that, and without warning, the man reached down and with one motion
ripped open Leslie's blouse.  The suddenness of his action caught her
completely off guard and she stood there motionless.  With his other hand
he crudely yanked at the front clasp of her bra and with one more motion
ripped it completely off her body, exposing her young breasts.  Leslie
screamed and tried to cover herself.

   "I told you to shut the fuck up bitch," the man yelled and slapped her
sharply across the face.  "If you don't fuckin' shut up I swear I'll
fuckin' kill you."

   Again Becky tried to stand but was again forced back down into her seat.
"Just relax and enjoy bitch," one man said to her.  She felt hands slowly
running over the front of her blouse and the men held her hands tight
against the table.

   The force of the man's blow had knocked Leslie down to the floor where
she lay half-sobbing, attempting to cover herself.

   "Get the fuck up bitch," the man demanded and extended his hand.  Leslie
lay there staring at him.  Reaching down, he grabbed her arm and pulled her
to her feet in one motion.  He immediately bent her arms back and forced
her to her knees.  Becky watched from across the room as the man quickly
unzipped his fly and pulled his penis from his pants.

   "Put it in your mouth bitch," he demanded as he slapped Leslie on the
cheek with it.  "Open your fuckin' mouth."

   Leslie had jerked a guy off once in the backseat of his car and that guy
had tried to get her to do this but she had refused.  Now, sobbing, she
closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth wide, hoping to avoid contact
with the thing now sliding in over her lips.

   "Not so fucking wide bitch," the man roared as he grabbed the back of
her head and slammed it against him, sending his cock to the back of her
throat.  Leslie gagged violently but the man held her head in place.  "And
don't fuckin' bite either or I'll fuckin' kill you."

   By now about half of the men there had gathered around the two figures
and had taken hold of Leslie's arms while the man continued to force her
head back and forth over his cock.  Becky watched in terror from her seat
across the room, almost not conscious of the hands that roamed over her
body.

   "That's it bitch, suck on it.  You're doin' fuckin' good," the man told
Leslie.  She felt hands squeezing and pinching her breasts as the man
continued pounding her mouth with his cock.  Her jaws began to ache and the
smell of the man's crotch was almost overwhelming.  Suddenly, the man
stopped and let his cock slip from her lips.

   "Take her fuckin' pants off," he demanded of the others.

   Leslie felt herself violently taken and stripped.  She quickly stood
naked in front of the men her chest heaving with sobs.

   "Please Mister, just let us go," Becky pleaded.  "We won't tell anyone
what happened.  Just don't hurt us."

   The large man glared over at her.  "Ain't nobody gonna get fuckin' hurt
bitch.  We're just havin' fun.  And, what the fuck, you won't be missing
out on any of it anyway."

   The man's words stung her like rocks.

   Leslie was easily picked up and carried to a nearby where she was laid
spread-eagle.  Her arms and legs were both held outstretched and she felt
hands roaming across her entire body.  Her breasts and nipples were pinched
and roughly squeezed and she felt a new sensation.  Hands were roaming
between her legs and feeling between the cheeks of her ass.

   She glanced forward and saw the large man step between her legs. 
Feeling his cock between her legs she began to scream but the sound was
quickly choked off by a hand over her mouth.  She tried to bite but was
unsuccessful.

   The large man pressed his cock against her and quickly entered her to
the hilt.  The hand across her mouth held back her muffled scream of pain.
The man began plunging himself into her and each movement was a mix of
horror and pain to her.  Within a few seconds, Leslie felt the man tense
and moan and felt him contract within her.

   No sooner had the man withdrawn from her than another man took his place
between her legs.  Again, Leslie felt a cock shoved roughly into her.  At
almost the same time, another man climbed onto the table and knelt over her
chest, his cock aiming straight for her face.  He forced himself into her
mouth causing her to gag.  She tried to move her head away to one side and
then another but hands kept her motionless.

   The man between her legs spent himself and was replaced by yet another
man.  The pain she had felt with the first man was being replaced by a sore
ache now and dryness was quickly being replaced by a squishy, moist
feeling.

   Suddenly, the man on her chest tensed and grabbed her head tightly. 
Leslie felt the man's cock spasm and the man pushed deeply into her mouth,
nearly touching her throat with the head of his cock.  As he then pulled
forward, she felt another spasm and a thick salty fluid filled the back of
her throat.  Again she gagged but the man kept plunging himself in and out
of her mouth.  Finally, he withdrew and wiped the head of his cock across
her face leaving a small blob of sperm on her cheek.  Leslie began to gag
uncontrollably and found herself falling faint to the floor.

   Attention now turned to Becky who sat sobbing.  Two men had stayed with
her and had removed her top.  As they sat there, each holding one of
Becky's arms, they had continually pinched, squeezed and felt Becky's
breasts until they ached to the touch.

   The large man slowly walked up to Becky and grabbed her hair, pulling
her to her feet.  Kissing her, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth.
The taste of stale beer and cigarette smoke made her choke but the man held
her firm to him.  She attempted to kick in self defense as she felt her
jeans being pulled off of her, only to have her air knocked out of her by a
fist to her midsection.  She dropped to her knees.

   Kneeling there naked, trying to catch her breathe, she was aware of at
least six men standing around her, most of them with their cocks standing
out straight.  Someone grabbed her arms and pulled them tight behind her as
one of the men shoved his cock at her face.

   "Open your fuckin' mouth, bitch," someone yelled as Becky felt a hand
yank down on her chin.  As her mouth opened, a cock was quickly inserted to
the back of her throat, making her gag.  After only a few seconds her arms
were released and she was pushed forward onto all fours.  Held there and
unable to move, she felt a cock being slammed into her from the rear, again
taking her air away from the sudden, intense pain.

   At the same time, someone grabbed her hair, pulling her head back until
Becky thought her hair would come out by the roots.  Someone shoved a cock
into her face and across her mouth.

   "Fuck her, man, fuck her," someone screamed.  And all the men joined in
laughter.

   Becky tried to put her mind elsewhere and away from what was going on
but the hands across her body, the pain from her hair pulling, and the
constant slapping of a cock into her were too much to put out.  The man
fucking her came inside of her and pulled out.  Becky felt a sudden
coolness where before there was only burning.

   The momentary relief was only that though, as she felt a cock now
pressed hard against her asshole.

   "I'm going to give you something to remember, bitch," a voice said from
behind.

   "Oh fuck, man, he's gonna fuck her up the ass," another voice chimed in.

   "Hold her fuckin' still," the voice behind her yelled.

   Becky found her arms being pulled out from under her and her upper body
slammed against the floor.  At the same time, the man behind her pressed
ever harder against her ass.

   "Fuck man, at least make it wet!" a man exclaimed from above her.

   "Please no, please," Becky pleaded.  Her request was answered with a
hard slap on the ass.

   "Fuck bitch, just relax and enjoy it," the man behind her said.

   With one massive push, Becky felt her sphincter break against the cock's
forced entry.  She screamed in agony with the sudden invasion.  Quickly the
man buried himself in her ass.  Every move he made caused intense pain and
after the initial scream, Becky's mouth was held tightly covered by
someone's hand.

   The man continued to rock back and forth inside of her, each movement
tearing at Becky's insides until the pain intensified beyond belief.  Becky
felt the man slam hard into her and jerk.  His movements stopped and the
pain eased for a moment.  As the man slowly withdrew, Becky heard the sound
of the vaccuum that had been created inside of her bowels and she felt his
cum slowly ooze out of her ass.

   Becky was picked up and carried over to the table and laid down next to
her girlfriend who had regained consciousness and was crying quietly. 
Becky felt that she was in a dreamland, everything now moved in a surreal
setting.

   She felt one man after another mount her until her entire lower body
became numb.  Looking to her left she saw that Leslie was living the same
fate.  She gazed as if in a dream at a man shooting across Leslie's face
and then rubbing it into her skin.  Leslie's hair lay slicked back from the
combination of sweat and sperm that covered it.

   Finally, it seemed to be over.  The men had stopped assaulting the girls
and left them laying on the table alone.  Looking next to her, Becky
realized that Leslie had lost consciousness and lay limp next to her.  She
was suddenly tired and unable to move.  She closed her eyes and heard
voices that seemed to be coming from far away.

   "What the fuck we gonna do now?"

   "Kill the bitches."

   "Fuck, we could keep 'em here for a while."

   "Yeah, it'd be a shame to lose good young meat like that!"

   "Right, and fuck, we'd end up fuckin' in prison for the rest of our
lives.  We fuckin' gotta get rid of them."

   Becky found herself drifting into unconsciousness and darkness, unable
to concentrate further.

   BIKERS 2

   Becky opened her eyes to darkness.  Her entire body ached and, to her
dread, she was unable to move.  Her arms and legs had been tied tightly to
the sides of some sort of platform and some sort of strap held her forehead
tightly against the same wooden boards.  Her mouth was taped shut and she
found it hard to breathe.  It was cold and damp and the young girl suddenly
realized she was laying there naked.

   The thoughts of her horrible experience came flooding back to her and
she began to cry, making it harder still for her to breathe.  She gasped
for air through her nose, making snorting sounds as she tried to get oxygen
into her body.

   She jerked as she felt something move against her until she realized
that there was another arm pressed tightly against her own.  A very muffled
voice attempted to make a sound, without success.  Becky assumed that she
lay there next to her friend Leslie.  Somehow the knowledge that she was
not alone gave her some slight comfort.

   The two girls lay there struggling to free themselves for a time that
passed slowly.  The cords that bound them to the platform cut into their
skin, Leslie had long since lost the feeling in her lower legs.  It was not
long before both simply lay there limp, unable to struggle any longer.

   After what seemed like hours, the girls heard a door swing open.  A
bright light flooded the room and, as their eyes adjusted, they saw two of
the men from the bar standing over them.

   "So, you two bitches are awake," one of the men said.  "It's about
fucking time."

   "All ready for another fuck?" the other man asked as he looked down at
Leslie.  She felt his hand slide up between her legs and rub at her bared
crotch.

   "Let 'er alone for now man," the first man said.  "Be plenty of that
shit later."

   "Yeah, fuck, I guess so," the man over Leslie said.  With that he moved
his hand from her crotch to her left breast, roughly pinching and twisting
the nipple.  Leslie squirmed in pain and pleaded with her eyes.

   The two men loosened the straps binding the girls heads first, then
their arms and legs.  Both girls just lay there limply as they did so.  A
searing pain struck Becky as she tried to move her body, every joint was on
fire.

   Each girl was grabbed by the hand and pulled roughly to their feet. 
Both cried out sharply as their arms and legs were finally receiving fresh
blood flow.

   Becky gasped as she looked at Leslie.  The young girls hair was matted
and her face was smeared with a mixture of blood and dirt.  Her right eye
was swollen almost shut.  There were tiny scratches and bruises all over
her chest and legs.

   The two men pushed the girls out of the closet and into a fairly large
open room that was furnished with a couple beds, a table and chairs, and a
television.  In the far corner, there was a large assortment of video
equipment, including cameras.  Several men sat at the table drinking beer
and playing cards.

   "Get 'em cleaned up."

   Becky recognized the man as the large man from the bar.

   Leslie attempted to speak and her voice came out in dry scratches. 
"Where are we?"

   The men ignored her.

   The two girls looked at each other and felt themselves pushed towards a
door at the far end of the room.

   The door was pushed open and Becky felt the warm sun beat down on her.
Out here, there were five more men along with three women sitting on steps
and a few beach chairs.  Again, Becky recognized the men from the bar.  She
looked pleadingly at one of the women, a young girl probably not a lot
older than Becky herself.

   "Please help us," Becky pleaded.  A few of the men laughed.

   "Sure hon," the biker girl said.  "I'll help you." With that she walked
over to Becky and slid her hand tightly between Becky's legs.  "I'll help
you come!"

   Becky pushed the girl's hand away as the men laughed heartily.

   Looking around, Leslie saw that they were on the front porch of a fairly
large old, run down, farmhouse.  The front yard was nothing but dirt and
there was a graded dirt road running in front of it.  Glancing both ways,
the road disappeared in each direction into deep woods.

   "Don't even fucking think of running away, cause we'll fucking kill and
eat you if you do," one of the men said gruffly.  Becky and Leslie fully
believed him.

   Pushed off the porch, the two men half pulled, half dragged the two
girls to the middle of the dirt yard.  Pulling down, the men ordered the
two girls to stay there and then began to walk away.  Only moments later,
Becky felt the sting of hard, cool water spraying over her.  Two of the
biker girls were spraying them with a garden hose.  The nozzles of the
hoses had been turned to full force.  The two biker girls seemed to enjoy
searing the spray into Becky's and Leslie's breasts and crotches.  The two
young girls were unable to fully protect themselves from the unmerciful
spray.

   After a few minutes of watching their two captives attempting to cover
themselves against the stinging water, the two biker girls reduced the
force of the water to a fine mist.

   "Now clean yourselves up," one of the men yelled from the porch.  "Get
yourselves clean real good."

   The sudden change in the water force took both girls by surprise.  The
cool water now trickling down their bodies felt wonderful.

   "I said, fuckin' clean yourselves," the voice rang out again.

   One of the men stood up and took his shirt off as he walked towards the
two girls.

   "Either you two do it or I'll fuckin' come over there and do it for
you."

   Quickly, the girls began rubbing their bodies clean with the water
spraying against them.  In only a few seconds, the water was again directed
forcefully against them, stinging their skin but effectively removing all
the dirt and grime that had previously covered their bodies.

   The water shut off and the original two men walked to the girls and
grabbed them each by an arm pulling them roughly back into the house.  The
men playing cards at the table glanced up and them.

   "You look fuckin' good again," one of them said.

   "Yeah, y'all ready to fuck again?"

   The large man from the bar stood up.  "Hey bitches," he yelled.  "Get
the fuck in here."

   Almost immediately, the three biker girls were inside.

   "Take one of these two and get her lookin' pretty.  I want this to look
good."

   With that, one of the three biker girls grabbed Leslie by the arm and
pulled her towards another room.  Becky attempted to go with them but was
pulled back by the two men still standing with her.

   "Ain't your fuckin' turn yet bitch," one of them said.

   The large man walked towards Becky.

   "Listen bitch, you and your friend are going to make us a lot of money.
There are people out there that will pay a fuckin' ton for fresh young meat
like you two.  So unless you want to end up fuckin' eatin' fish shit at the
bottom of some lake, you better behave and do what I tell you.  That
clear?"

   Becky shook her head tentatively.

   "Good," He motioned to the two men still standing there.  "Take her into
the kitchen and get her something to eat and drink."

   "Can I use the bathroom," Becky asked quietly.

   "Yeah, what the fuck," the leader said.  "It's over there." He motioned
towards a door across the room.

   Becky walked slowly towards it.

   "Just don't take all fuckin' day bitch."

   A strong, putrid stench escaped when Becky opened the door.  The one
window in the room had been boarded over and there was no light.  Becky
looked at the toilet in the dark room.  It was covered with scum and what
appeared to be years of abuse.

   Squatting above it and careful not to let it touch her skin, she peed.
With that release, a stabbing pain made itself known that traveled from her
asshole to her cunt.  She wondered if and hoped that nothing had been torn
in the rough attack that had occurred.  It occurred to her that this was
the first time she had relieved herself in a long time.  She wondered what
day it was and what time it was.

   The door suddenly swinging open brought her back to the present.  "Get
fuckin' done bitch," the man at the door demanded.

   Becky stood up allowing the remnants of her urine to drip onto the
floor.

   The man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her through the main room and
into a small kitchen.  Pushing her down into a chair, he slapped a bowl in
front of her filled with what appeared to be corn flakes and milk.

   "Eat," was all the man said.

   "I'm not hungry," Becky replied.  Which was only half true.  She just
didn't think she could eat anything now, the thought of it made her
nauseous.

   "What the fuck, I don't give a shit," the man replied.  "You want
somethin' to drink?"

   "OK," Becky replied quietly.

   The man opened a dirty refrigerator and pulled out a can of Budweiser.
Pulling open the tab, he took a quick drink himself before handing the can
to Becky.

   The coldness of the beer felt soothing as it drained down Becky's
throat. She held the cold can against her forehead.

   "What are you all going to do to us," she asked the man.

   "Fuck, bitch.  Just don't fuckin' worry about it.  You heard Devil,
you're worth a fuckin' lot of money to us.  All that's gonna fuckin' happen
is that you are gonna be in a fuckin' movie and that's it."

   "Are you going to let us go, I mean, afterwards?"

   "Sure bitch, you don't think we're gonna face fuckin' murder raps do
you? Now just shut the fuck up and drink the beer."

   Becky took another drink.

   The kitchen door swung open.  "Get the bitch in here," the man at the
door said.  With that, Becky was again grabbed and pushed into the larger
room.

   "Tie her to the fuckin' chair and gag her," the large man ordered.

   Becky was shoved roughly onto a chair that had been moved to a wall. 
Her arms and legs were tightly bound to the sides of the chair and a dirty
piece of cloth was shoved into her mouth, covered with a piece of duct
tape.

   As the man was finishing putting the tape across her mouth Becky saw
Leslie being led back into the room.  The image that she saw almost took
her breath away.  Leslie had chains draped across her neck and her hands
were tied with straps behind her back.  Her face had a thick coating of
make up on, in an attempt to hide the grossly blackened eye.  Their eyes
met.  Becky wanted to run to her friends aid but she was completely unable
to move.

   The leader walked towards Leslie and gently stroker her hair.  "What's
your name," he asked of her.  Suddenly his voice was non- threatening,
almost kind.

   "Leslie," she answered softly.

   "Ok Leslie, if you're good, and you last a while, there are

   people out there who'll pay fifty, sixty thousand to see it."

   The man's words stabbed at both girls.  What did he mean, "if you last a
while?" Becky struggled uselessly against her ropes.

   A man handed the leader an instant camera and the leader stepped back.
Aiming the camera, he clicked.  A photo popped out.  Another click, another
photo.  Leslie stood there motionless as the man moved around her taking
pictures.

   Meanwhile, Becky watched other men setting up lights facing Leslie and
unpacking video cameras.  Across the room, Becky saw the three biker girls
standing at a small table.  She cringed when she recognized what was on the
table top.  Drugs and needles.  One of the girl was filling several needles
up with some sort of liquid.

   "OK, you guys ready yet," the leader asked the men behind him.

   Quickly bringing the video cameras to their shoulders, both men quickly
motioned yes.

   "Leslie, stand up against the wall," he said as he took her by the arm
and stood her flat against the wall.

   "OK, start the cameras." Becky watched the scene as if it were already
on film and she was watching TV.

   The large man stepped back out of camera range and spoke.

   "OK, young lady," his voice had now taken something of an

   announcer's.  Clear and very deep.  "What is your name?"

   Leslie looked terrified as she stared into the cameras.

   "What is your name?" the man repeated.

   "Leslie," she replied softly.

   "You'll need to speak up," the man insisted.

   "Leslie," she again replied, this time a tiny bit louder.

   Again she began to softly cry.

   "How old are you Leslie?"

   "Sixteen."

   "A little louder Leslie."

   "Sixteen," she repeated.  Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

   "Ok, cut the cameras for a minute," the man said as he walked towards
Leslie.  "Kneel down," he said as he took her by the arm.

   "OK, I want a close up of this, make sure you keep my face out of the
picture." With that, he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. 
His cock was standing a full erection.

   "Leslie, take my cock in your mouth now."

   The young girl burst into full sobs and looked away.

   "Listen Leslie, we can either do this real nice and easy or we can make
tough on you and your friend.  Now which is it?"

   Leslie continued to sob and look away.

   "OK," the man said towards one of the men standing next to Becky.  "Burn
her."

   The leader grabbed Leslie's head and forced it to look at Becky.  Becky
tried again to escape her ropes, again in vain.  Becky saw the man come
towards her and light a cigarette.  Fear filled every pore in her body.

   Leslie realized what was about to happen.  "No," she cried out.  "Don't
do it, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

   "A little late for that Leslie," the man replied.  "Just remember this
next time I tell you to do something."

   With that, the man standing in front of Becky took the cigarette from
his mouth and placed the lit end against Becky's right breast, just below
the nipple.  Muffled screams came from the taped mouth and tears streamed
from the horrified eyes.  The man left the cigarette against her skin for
about five seconds before removing it and replacing it in his mouth,
puffing deeply and blowing the smoke into Becky's face.

   "You guys get that on film?" the leader inquired.  Again they motioned
that they had.

   "Now Leslie," the leader returned his attention to her.  "You ready
again?"

   Leslie was crying and could not stop shaking.  "Yes," she said weakly as
she looked up at the large man's face.

   "OK, now," he said.  "Put my cock in your mouth."

   Leslie leaned forward and let the man's cock slide into her mouth.  It
tasted salty and, as the night before, smelled grossly putrid.  She gagged
but kept her head steady.

   "Get it on tape," the leader ordered.

   Taking the back of Leslie's head in his hands, the man started fucking
Leslie's mouth.  Leslie's nose was clogged from her tears as he did, making
it nearly impossible to breathe.  Becky closed her eyes to the scene but
was unable to block out the sounds of her friends gagging and choking.

   After a few minutes, the man started pumping harder and harder intl
Leslie's mouth.  It was obvious that he was on the verge of coming.  Leslie
felt his cock slamming into her mouth and, with each inward motion, she
felt herself involuntarily gag.  Finally, the man pulled himself from her
and shot a milky stream across her face.  As he stood in front of her,
still holding her head in his hand, he milked the remaining drops from his
cock and wiped it across her lips.

   "Great," he said.  "You get all of it on tape?"

   The men motioned that they had.

   "OK then, clean 'er up and lets get ready again," the man said as he
pulled his pants back up and walked over to the table where the drugs were.

   One of the biker girls walked over to Leslie and, with a damp cloth,
wiped the sticky sperm from her face.  The cloth felt coarse against
Leslie's skin and she cringed when the girl brushed against her swollen
eye.

   Becky watched intently as the leader picked up something from the table
and walked back over to Leslie.  She again cringed when she saw exactly
what it was he was holding.  He had a set of piercing needles, the same
kind they used at the ear piercing studio in the mall.

   "OK, get her up," he ordered the biker girl with the cloth.  The girl
helped Becky to her feet.

   Two men came from the side wall and threw a thin rope up to the ceiling
and over an exposed beam.  Tying one end to the strap holding Leslie's arms
together behind her back, they pulled the other end tightly.  With that,
Leslie's arms were pulled backwards and up, forcing her body forward at the
waist.  Again Becky closed her eyes to the scene in front of her.

   Leslie felt as though her arms were breaking at the shoulder.  Searing
pain shot up from her back and shoulders.

   "Please," she cried, "You're breaking my arms.  Please stop." Her voice
was pleading.

   "You gettin' this on film?" the leader asked as he looked at one of the
men with a camera.  The man motioned again that he was.  "You're doing good
Leslie, keep it goin'," the man said towards the straining girl.  The men
pulled the rope even tighter.  Leslie screamed in agony causing Becky to
jump in her seat.

   Opening her eyes, Becky saw her friend bent forward at almost a ninety
degree angle with her arms pulled impossibly upwards.  Leslie's hair was
draped across her face as she was forced to look down.  Becky watched as
the two cameramen moved quickly and silently around the bent young girl,
carefully recording every sound and movement.

   The leader moved back to Leslie's side and pulled her hair away from her
face.  Becky stared at it.  At first she could barely recognize her friend.
Her face was distorted into a mass of agony.  Becky again closed her eyes.

   Leslie was still conscious but just barely.  Almost impossible to
breathe, her crying had stopped.  Her shoulders ached and every slight
involuntary move brought new agony to her body.

   The leader now lay Leslie's hair to one side of her face and let it fall
across.  The two cameramen continued to photograph the scene.  Kneeling
down, the leader took Leslie's left breast into his hand.  Squeezing it
slowly, he let his fingers knead the soft flesh, inching his hand forward
until he held the nipple in his fingers.  He slowly and deliberatly twisted
the pink tissue, evoking new screams of pain from the young girl.

   The man quickly brought the piercing instrument he was holding to the
now protruding nipple and deftly the skin into the device.  Snapping a
trigger, the gadget's needles quickly pierced the skin.  Again, Leslie
screamed in torment.

   The man stood back up as the camera's continued to record.  Placing a
small ring into the device, he knelt back down next to the girl.  Again
taking her breast in his hand, he squeezed up towards the tip, forcing a
few drops of blood to spill from the pierced tip.  Placing the nipple again
into the instrument, he against pressed a trigger.  The ring impaled itself
through the sensitive skin.

   With that agony, Leslie felt herself fade into unconsciousness.

   BIKERS 3

   Becky opened here eyes to see her friend hanging limply from the straps.
Her arms were bent up and back at impossible angles and Becky could not
understand how they were not breaking.  The large man walked casually to
the wall opposite Becky and released the straps holding her friend up. 
Leslie collapsed on the floor in a heap.

   Walking back to Becky, he stood over her, glaring down into her eyes.

   "You ready for your turn bitch?" he asked.

   Becky simply sat and stared, fear in her eyes.

   "I didn't think so.  Fuck, you ain't seen shit yet.  This film is gonna
make me a fuckin' millionaire before it's over.  You should be proud of
your bitch over there," he said, motioning towards Leslie.  "She's gonna be
the fuckin' sweetheart of a million jerkoffs who like this shit."

   With that, the large man walked back to Leslie and nudged her with his
foot.

   "Wake up bitch," he muttered to her.  With that, he motioned to the man
kneeling next to Becky.  "Get her the fuck out of here, and don't fuck her
either."

   Becky felt the man undo the tape holding her arms and hands in place. 
Pulled to her feet, she was led to the room that she had awakened in
earlier that same day.  The man shoved her as she entered the room, sending
her sprawling on the floor.  Immediately, the door slammed shut behind her
and she was in darkness.

   As she lay on the cold floor, she heard the voices and sounds coming
from the other room and she began to cry.

   Laying there, Becky heard the unmistakable voice of the large man that
she had come to hate.

   "Get the bitch up."

   Sounds of moaning coming from her friend, plea's of "no, please, no
more."

   "Shut the fuck up, bitch.  Get the fuckin' camera's going again."

   Silence for a few seconds.

   "Ok, get me fuckin' her against the table, just make fuckin' damned sure
you don't get my face."

   Again, sound's of cries and moans coming from her friend.  Every once in
a while, the sound of Leslie's voice would die down but Becky would hear a
sharp crack, the sound of a hand or fist hitting bare skin, or tell the man
had cause new pain to be inflicted.  Leslie would scream once again and
start to moan.  Occasionally, the man would instruct the cameramen to stop
filming while he moved the young girl to a new position.  They would stop
for a few seconds, then restart to new sounds of terror coming from Leslie.

   Becky covered her ears with her hands, closed her eyes, and cried. 
Cried more deeply than she had ever before in her life.  Cried herself to
sleep with Leslie's muffled screams piercing the air.

   Becky's sleep was interupted when the door swung open and Leslie was
roughly shoved into the room.  A light suddenly flooded the room, there
were overhead lights on, apparently controlled from the room outside. 
Becky could not believe the sight in front of her.

   Leslie had taken a fetal position on the floor and was simply staring
into nothingness.  Her face was scratched and her injured eye was
completely swollen shut.  Dried blood covered her chin from where her mouth
had bled.  The skin and nipple of her right breast was swollen half again
it's normal size from the piercing and on her buttocks was evidence of
cigarette burns.

   From the room outside, Becky heard laughter and loud talk as the men
watched the video they had just made.  She moved over next to her friend.

   Leslie jumped as Becky touched her.  Trying to calm her, Becky took
Leslie's head in her lap and stroked her hair.  Leslie said nothing, simply
laying there shaking and cold.  Becky held her softly and the two girls sat
in silence.

   The laughter and talk from the other room finally died down and Becky
assumed that the biker's had decided to rest for a while.  Quietly she
stood up and walked to the door.  Placing her ear against it, she listened
for any telltale sounds.  Nothing.  She thought maybe they had left, maybe
they had all they wanted.  She softly tried the door, locked.  Looking
around the room, this was the only way out.

   Looking back at the girl laying on the floor, Becky was glad to see that
Leslie had fallen asleep.  She began to hear muffled sounds coming from the
other room that told her she wasn't alone.  The sounds grew somewhat in
intensity and it became obvious the group was having sex of some kind.  She
went back over to her young friend and lay down next to her, carefully
wrapping her arm around the sleeping figure.  Closing her eyes, she drifted
off to sleep.

   Becky awoke to a boot poking her between the legs and a man standing
over her.  She jumped to her feet, realizing that she and the man were
alone in the room.

   "Where's Leslie?  What have you done with her?"

   "Fuck you bitch," was the reply as the man grabbed her by the arm and
led her out the door.

   "Please let us go," Becky pleaded.  "We won't tell anyone what happened.
Please."

   The room was again filled with the same bikers from the previous time
along with five or six other men and several other women.  All stared at
Becky as she was led into the room.  Becky saw Leslie, laying on a bed with
her wrists tied to the headboard.

   "What are you going to do to her?" Becky demanded.  "Haven't you done
enough?"

   The leader walked over to Becky as two other men taped her arms down to
a chair.

   "Bitch, we have a fuckin' failure to communicate here," he mouthed as he
fingered through her hair.  "You two fuckin' bitches belong to me,
understand.  What the fuck I do with you is up to me.  Now, fuck, we're
makin' a fuckin' slash film but you prolly ain't never fuckin' heard of
that before in your nice fuckin' house with your nice fuckin' daddy."

   Becky felt herself again shaking as she stared at the large man.

   "You friend is fuckin' dead meat bitch.  And we're gonna film you
watchin' it, understand?"

   Becky felt her body go cold, she suddenly understood what was happening.
She looked over at her friend who lay motionless on the bed, staring at the
wall across from her.  She looked totally helpless and defenseless, and
suddenly even younger than she was.

   "Bitch," the man continued, "Kiss your friend's ass goodbye."

   And with that Becky's mouth was taped shut.

   "Keep a camera on her," the man said, pointing at Becky.  I want to be
seein' her eyes.

   The man walked back over to Leslie who jumped when he touched her but
otherwise made no sound or move.  The man slowly stroked her face but got
no movement from her eyes.

   "What a fuckin' waste," he muttered as he motioned the men to start
filming.  Looking over at two of the biker girls, he ordered them to give
him a needle hit, some good uppers.

   Quickly the girls brought him a needle filled with a pink liquid.  Becky
watched at the man took Leslie's arm and in a quick motion injected the
fluid into her veins.  Leslie groaned a bit but then almost immediately
began to shake.  Her eyes took a new life and she seemed to become more
alert.

   "No," she screamed in a piercing voice.  "No, please, no more."

   "Good," the man muttered as he began to disrobe.  Leslie looked over at
Becky and their eyes met.  Becky just shook her head from side to side
slowly.

   The large man, now naked, walked to Leslie and roughly spread her legs
apart.  Laying down between them, his cock quickly grew hard.  Without
hesitation, he plunged himself into her.  Becky heard the air escape from
Leslie's lungs and another scream penetrate the silence.

   "Move your fuckin' ass," the man demanded of Leslie.  She stared back at
his face, not moving.

   The man grabbed the ring that was impale on her breast and twisted it
roughly.  Leslie screamed in agony as Becky saw a few drops of blood appear
on her nipple again.

   "Now move your fuckin' ass bitch," the man ordered again.  Crying,
Leslie obeyed, moving with his thrusts.  After only a few moments, the
man's movements picked up speed.  He made a few grunts and, slamming
himself into the young girl, came.

   Quickly he dislodged himself and got up, his cock shining.

   "Next," he ordered motioning across the room to the other men.  One of
the men moved silently across to Leslie and let his pants drop to the
floor. Mounting her, he quickly entered her.

   Again the large man ordered her to keep moving and, anytime she stopped,
the man would again twist the nipple ring.  The scene was continued, man
after man.  Becky watched in disbelief as the second man got up and a third
man got on, then a fourth and a fifth.  By this time, when a man disloged
himself from the young girl, creamy white liquid would plop out with him
and drip down Leslie's thighs.  But the men kept coming.

   Becky glanced around the room, she counted nine men.  Each took his turn
on Leslie.  She closed her eyes to the scene until the last man had had his
turn.

   Leslie lay on the bed shaking violently and crying.  "Please, no more,
please," she begged.  Becky could do nothing but sit and stare at her.

   "Fuck bitch, you still horny?" the large man asked as he stood over her.
Motioning to one of the biker girls, he ordered her to clean the cum up
from the young girl.

   The biker girl quickly walked over to Leslie and roughly spread her legs
over.  Using a dish towel, the biker girl wiped the fluids from Leslie's
legs and stomach.  Then, as Becky watched on, the girl spread the lips of
Leslie's vagina and inserted a finger wrapped in the dish towel.  The
dryness and roughness of the towel and this new violation made the young
girl scream again.  Working her finger up and into Leslie, the girl looked
to the leader for approval.  He looked down and said nothing.

   As the biker girl moved away from Leslie, Becky got a view of Leslie's
crotch.  Her vagina lips were swollen and blood red.  Her entire middle
body appeared bruised and sore, with scratches covering her upper legs and
abdomen.

   No sooner than all of this took place than the leader ordered two men to
turn the young girl over.  Leslie struggled weakly with them as they did.
Becky realized that her friend had had nothing to eat or drink in over 24
hours and the consistant abuse was taking a terrible toll.

   Turned on her stomach, Leslie continued to struggle with the ropes that
held her to the headboard.  The leader walked behind her and motioned to
one of the biker girls.

   "Get me the grease," he ordered.

   The girl left the room momentarily and then returned carrying a can of
Crisco.  She handed it to the man who immediately dug his hand into it as
far as the can would allow.  Pulling it out, it was thick with the
shortening.

   "OK, start filming again," he said as he walked back to where Leslie
lay.

   Roughly, he pulled the young girl's hips and legs up to a doggy style
position.  As he did so, another man shoved pillows under her stomach.

   "I can't believe you're still horny, bitch," he said for the camera. 
"After all the fuckin' you've done, I'da thought you'd had enough."

   "Please, no more," Leslie pleaded.

   Becky watched at the large man knelt behind her friend.  Spreading her
buttock cheeks with his left hand, he let his right index finger slide up
and down the crack of Leslie's ass.  Leslie continued to plead with him to
stop.

   Suddenly and without warning, Becky saw the man shove his finger into
Leslie's ass up to the knuckle.  Her friend screamed in pain.  Slowly he
began to work his finger out and then back into her, each movement causing
new misery.

   "Please stop it," Becky pleaded with the man.  "Please do me instead,
let her alone."

   Next to Becky, a man said in a soft whisper, "You'll have your turn
bitch, just relax." The tone of the man's voice made her shudder as much as
what he said.

   Becky watched as the leader removed his finger from Leslie's ass with a
plopping sound.  As he made a fist, Becky screamed at him, "No!", but the
man ignored her.  Glancing towards the camera's the man smiled, pulled his
fist back and let it slam against the young girl's ass.  Leslie jumped as
the fist smacked onto her skin but made no sound.

   The man looked over at the cameramen with something of a confused look.
Again he pulled his arm back and let it slam into the young girl's
buttocks. Again, it simply hit against the skin.

   "Fuck, man," the man muttered as he opened his hand and placed four
fingers against Leslie's puckered hole.  "Hold on bitch, I'm takin' you for
a fuckin' ride," he said, he worked to insert his hand into her anus.

   Leslie squirmed and pleaded with the man to stop but that seemed only to
push him on.  It only took a few seconds before Becky saw that the man's
hand had disappeared into her friend up the his thumb which stuck out to
the side.  He roughly slammed his hand again and again into her rectum.

   As the man withdrew his hand, Becky saw her friend relax her body a
little.  Her pleading had stopped and again, she was staring at the wall
across from her.

   The man wasted no time however.  Again making a fist, he slammed it
against Leslie's ass.  This time, her body gave way and the man was
immediately impaled inside of her.  The young girl gave a violent scream,
louder and longer than any Becky had yet heard.  Her body then went limp.

   "Shoot her up again," the man said.  "I fuckin' want her awake."

   Quickly, one of the biker girls moved to Leslie's arm and injected the
same pink fluid.  And again, almost immediately, Leslie regained
consciousness.  Her breathing was labored and she was white as a ghost as
the man grabbed her hair with his free left hand and pulled her head back.
However, no sound came from her body.  Her eyes were open but Becky
wondered if she was really aware of what was going on.

   Her questions were answered as the man violently plowed his impaled fist
further into Leslie's body.  His arm disappeared up to the middle of his
forearm and Becky wondered how her friend was absorbing so much of him. 
Leslie screamed in torment and again pleaded with the man to stop.  Becky
saw a trickle of blood appear at her friend's ass and run down her crotch.

   The man did not stop but continued to push further and further into
Leslie who was screaming in agony.  Finally, his arm was inserted to his
elbow.  It simply would not go in any further.

   Slowly, the man began to pull his arm out.  As he did, Becky could see
the skin of her friend's ass giving way and that blood was mixing with the
white grease and the brown shit that hung to the man's arm.  Her friend had
turned from pale white to beet red and Becky saw the young girl's abdomen
becoming a deep purple in color.

   "Please stop, you're killing her," Becky pleaded.

   The leader glanced over at Becky and kind of snarled.  "Fuck bitch,
first thing you got right today." He then turned his attention back to the
whimpering girl under him.

   As his arm withdrew to the wrist, he again pulled the girl's hair back
so that her head was bent almost straight up.  Becky could hear that the
girl could barely breathe in this position and watched helplessly as the
man again plunged his arm deep into her bowels.  No sound came from Leslie
and Becky was afraid she was suffocating.

   This time when the man pulled back, he pulled his arm completely from
the girl's body.  Becky could not believe the sight of Leslie's anus.  What
had been a small, puckered opening, had become a gaping hole.  Even with
the man's fist out, the cavity was open to about the size of a half-dollar,
with blood and feces mixed dripping out.

   Leslie lay with her head turned toward's Becky, her eyes still open but
not moving.  Becky could hear her labored breathing and realized that she
was, indeed, dying.

   BIKERS 4

   The leader got up from behind Leslie and walked slowly into the
bathroom. Becky became aware that no one in the room had spoken during this
entire exhibition and, even now, everyone sat silently staring at the young
figure on the bed.  One of the men got up and walked outside.

   The leader came back into the room wiping his arm off with a towel.  He
stood and stared at Becky.

   "Well, bitch," he said, "we have 'bout enough film.  I guess it's time
for the big finish."

   Becky only stared at him.

   "How'd you like the show so far?  Kinda makes ya horny doesn't it? 
Don't worry bitch, we'll be fuckin' you too, soon enough.  But we won't
take it so easy on you."

   The words stabbed at Becky like knives.  "Please," she said one more
time.  "Please, don't do it.  Let us go now, we won't tell who did it."
Motioning over to her half-conscious friend she said, "She's dying and you
know it.  What's it matter to you now.  Let us go, please?"

   "Fuck you bitch," he said as he motioned the men with the camera's to
get ready.  "This is it, I want it good, got it?"

   He told one of the biker girls to give Leslie more drugs to make her
more conscious of what was going on.

   "I don't think her body can handle any more shit," the girl replied. 
The leader walked over to the speaking girl and slammed his hand across her
face, sending her sprawling across the floor.  "You wanna fuckin' join her
bitch?  I said give her more.  I didn't fuckin' ask your dumbass opinion."

   The girl scrambled to her feet and picked up the needle, again filling
it with the same pink liquid.  Walking to Leslie, she grabbed her arm and
slammed the needle into it.  Leslie offered no resistance.

   Becky slowly let her eyes run across the body of the thin girl laying on
the bed.  Just two days ago, Leslie was a pretty, bright girl who loved
life.  She worried incessantly about her appearance and got depressed over
so much as a pimple on her face.  Now that face was swollen to an almost
unrecognizable shape.  Her injured eye was completely shut and her skin was
tinted red from dried blood.  There were cuts and scratches over her entire
body and Becky could see that her friend's abdomen had continued to color
deep, dark purple.  It was now distended and Becky correctly assumed that
serious damage had taken place during the man's violent abuse of the girl.

   The injected drug seemed to have little effect on the girl as the man
walked back to her.  Another of the biker's got up and walked out of the
room.

   "Pussy," the man muttered as he stared at the closing door.  "Fuckin'
pussy."

   Looking down at the girl laying prostrate on the bed, the man gently
stroked her hair.  "Ok bitch, it's almost all over.  Time for your big
scene."

   Leslie's eyes stared straight ahead.

   The man pulled a knife from his pocket and opened the blade holding it
in front of the young girl's eyes.  Leslie tried to speak but only air
escaped her lips.

   Becky pleaded with him to stop.

   "Fuck you bitch," was her only answer.

   Slowly the man traced the blade of the knife up Leslie's back, not
pressing hard enough to cut.  Leslie lay there, either unable to move or
having given completely up.

   "More fuckin' drugs, NOW," he ordered the biker girls.

   One immediately moved to Leslie and injected a vial full of pink liquid
into the girl.  Immediately, Leslie began to twitch and shake.

   "Good, she's OD'd, this'll make a good one," the man said, motioning the
camera's to get all the action.

   Becky sat in silence, closing her eyes to the scene.  She could hear her
friend gurgling, unable to breathe properly.  Opening her eyes, she saw
that the entire bed was shaking violently as Leslie convulsed on it.  Her
friend's skin had turned pale white, in sharp contrast to the color of her
lower stomach which had moved from deep purple to almost black.

   As the young girl writhed on the bed, gasping for air, the leader
reached up and quickly ran the blade of the knife against her right wrist.
Immediately, blood spurted out, shooting nearly two feet from her body.

   Leslie attempted to scream but no sound escaped her lips.  She continued
to violently convulse as her life's blood shot from her wrist.  One of the
men in the room muttered something and walked outside.

   Steadily now, Becky watched as her friend's violent movements slowed and
her breathing became more and more labored.  The blood continued to shoot
from her wrist but not quite as far as at first.  Leslie's eyes were
bulging but she did not seem to see as the large man stood up and lowered
his pants, again revealing a raging hard-on.

   Getting behind the young girl, he plunged himself into her vagina.  The
only movements Leslie now made were involunaty ones, her breathing was
increasingly shallow and unsteady.  As the man continued to plunge into
her, Leslie's eyes rolled back into her head and her body went again into
violent convulsions.  Becky screamed.

   The man continued to push in and out of the now limp girl.  The blood
flow had stopped from her wrist.  Becky looked at the wall and the floor,
spattered with Leslie's blood.  A large puddle had formed between the wall
and the bed where the blood had squirted.  The dirty sheet on the bed was
beet red.

   The man withdrew from Leslie as he came and he shot sperm across the
girl's back in a final abuse of her body.  Slowly, the man got to his feet
and pulled his pants up.  As he buckled his belt, he looked down at the
motionless body.

   "What a fuckin' waste," he muttered and then turned to Becky but said
nothing.  "Get her ass out of here," he ordered to two of the men still in
the room.  "Make sure you get rid of her where no one will ever fuckin'
find it."

   The two men crossed the room and quickly untied the girl's arms.  The
fell limply to the bed.  Wrapping her in the sheet from the bed, they
pulled the body from the bed.  It landed on the floor with a thud.

   "Please," Becky said through her tears.  "Please, no."

   The two men glanced at Becky and then pulled Leslie's body across the
room.  A smear of blood followed it.

   "Clean that shit up," the leader said to the biker girls.  "Clean it all
up good."

   He then left the room and went outside.

   All of the men then left the room and Becky heard them starting to laugh
out on the porch.  Three of the biker girls stripped the bed and another
brought out a pail of water and a mop.  All worked quickly, removing all
signs that anything had ever occurred.

   One looked over at Becky.  "I'm sorry hon, but it's over now.  You'll
have to understand Red Devil.  He's screwed up that way but he's got it out
of his system now."

   Becky just stared at the girl.

   "Don't look at me that way," the biker girl continued.  "I didn't do any
shit to her.  Besides, she's dead now and ain't nothing either of us can do
about that."

   With that, she turned her attention to the wall, trying to remove the
blood spatters that covered it.

   After a few minutes, the four girls left the room.  Becky looked at the
bed and the floor.  The bed was neatly made now and the only remains of the
earlier struggle was the pinkish tint the wall had taken on from the
smeared blood.  Becky sat alone and again started to cry.  All of this had
happened because her car had broken down.  Her friend was dead, violently
tortured to death and she had no idea where she was.  She was certain that
the same fate awaited her but she was helpless to do anything about it. 
She wished it had been her on that bed instead of Leslie.  At least her
friend was gone and could suffer no more.

   Becky wondered what had become of her friends body.  Leslie's parents
would never see her again, and, for some reason, that hurt Becky even more.
She kept seeing her last sight of Leslie in her mind, the battered, bruised
body.  The way the young girl had tried to get air but wasn't able.  The
violent shaking and shuddering.  It all kept repeating in her intellect.

   The sounds outside were of a party.  The effects of the afternoon of
violence were nothing at all on the people out there.  Becky wondered how
anyone could do something of this sort to another human being.  She had
never been able to hurt anything at all.  In fact, she remembered being
upset once because she had caught her brother pulling the wings off a fly.
Slowly, the actions of the day caught up with her and, emotionally drained,
she fell asleep in the chair.

   Becky opened her eyes to darkness.  Still strapped in the chair she was
so stiff she could hardly move.  She had no idea how long she had been
asleep but she heard no sound coming from anywhere.  Her hands were numb
from the reduced blood flow due to the tape covering her wrists.

   "Help me," she said softly, not knowing what the result would be. 
"Please help me."

   Still no sound.  She spoke again, only louder.

   "Is there anyone out there?"

   Suddenly she heard footsteps on the porch.  The door swung open and one
of the biker girls walked in the room.  Becky could barely make out the
outline of the girl in the darkness.

   "Well hello there sweetness," the girl said as she walked to Becky.  "I
didn't think you were gonna wake up."

   Becky looked at the girl's face.  She was probably no older than 19 or
20 but she looked 10 years older.

   "Of course," the girl continued, "you aren't the one who ain't never
gonna wake up, are you."

   "Please help me," Becky pleaded.  "Please, I have to use the bathroom."
She was only half lying.

   "Red Devil'll have me on that bed if you get loose.  You wouldn't want
that, would you?" the girl asked.

   "Please, I'm gonna pee myself if I don't get to the bathroom.  Please,
just for a second."

   The girl looked at Becky and reached out, touching her face.

   "You're so sweet, hon.  I'm sorry for what happened to your friend.  It
wasn't right but, Red Devil said that we had to do it.  For the money, you
know."

   "Please," Becky said again, "Please let me loose for a few seconds."

   The girl stared at Becky for a second.

   "OK, but you try to get away or anything and you'll be sorry.  You'll
have to be quiet too, cause the others are out on the porch smokin' dope."

   With that the girl began to undo Becky's wrists.  As she did, she
whispered to Becky, "OK hon, I'll help you get out of here, OK?  But, you
have to do it at the right time.  Not now.  Later tonight, they'll be all
drunk and shit, after they start your movie."

   "My movie?" Becky said in a loud voice.

   "Shut the fuck up," the girl said with a worried tone in her voice.  She
stared at the door waiting for one of the men to come in.  "Just listen. 
They ain't gonna hurt you tonight, that comes later.  Tonight, they want to
get a picture of you bein' forced to make it with me."

   "You...," Becky whispered.

   "Don't get all panicky and shit on me.  Yeah, me.  They were talkin'
outside how'd you get all freaked and shit bein' forced to make it with
another girl.  Just don't make it too rough on me, OK?  If I can't get you
turned on, they'll beat the shit out of me."

   "What do I have to do?"

   "Just follow along with me.  Resist at first and all, but then really
get into it.  Let 'em think you really like it and all, then when they're
done makin' the movie, they'll get all fuckin' blitzed and shit and we'll
get away then.  Just make it look real, OK?"

   "But, I haven't ever done anything like that before."

   "I told you, just follow along with me, it'll be OK.  Now, get in and
use the bathroom then get back in here.  They'll be comin' in soon and I
don't want to get the shit kicked out of me."

   Becky walked quietly to the bathroom.  Finally she saw a glimmer of hope
that she may survive this ordeal.  Still, she wondered why this girl was
suddenly being so nice to her.  At any rate, she knew that she didn't have
much choice.  She certainly wasn't interested in having sex with her but,
if that was her only chance, she'd make it a good one.

   BIKERS 5

   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.

   BIKERS 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Becky said nothing and stood silently still.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Becky remained silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   BIKERS 7



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yes," Becky answered weakly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   BIKERS 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Becky stood there simply watching him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "A model," Becky thought.

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

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

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

   "Who are you?" she demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The man looked up at her unable to move.

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

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

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

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

   The girl did not move.

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

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

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

   At that moment, the front door swung open and one of the biker girls
appeared.
Subject: bikers10 nc/rape(9 is lost)
From: alebeard@ix.netcom.com(Alebeard)
Date: 6 Jan 1996 03:07:10 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
The gunfire was over as quickly as it had started.  Becky held to the
floor, afraid to move as she heard footsteps enter the room.  Opening her
eyes just a crack she saw three, then four, then several more men walk into
the room.  Becky saw that all had suits on and realized that she was now

safe.

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

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

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

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

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

   CHAPTER 10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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