From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Kidnapped By Bikers (FM+/F, rape, gangbang, slut) [1/2]
Date: 23 Feb 1996 23:47:02 GMT

			    Biker Weekend
			       Part One

	Several years ago, before I had my drinking "problem", I had
the perfect life. I was educated, employed, financially secure - and
best of all - married to a wonderful woman. We had a pretty little
house in the suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private
school. Sara taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in
the junior high grades.

	Sara and I met in college and married soon after we graduated
and we were both virgins on our wedding night. She was smart and
pretty and demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than
perfect about her, it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on
her emotions. Serious, insecure, and uptight, Sara even dressed very
conservatively, and it was only for those too-brief moments when her
hair was out of the bun and she was naked, that I could appreciate the
true beauty that she was. Her insecurities even affected her
professional life because other teachers were promoted around her as
she remained docile and submissive to the administration.

	One weekend, I found out that Sara's bottled-up emotions took
a toll on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking
results.

	Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through
their rebellious stage. It was a fact of life for me, and I did
everything I could to make the teenager's angst as painless as
possible, while still teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good,
and very expensive, private school, meant cooperating with the parents
as much as possible. One troubled teen was a beautiful girl named
Elizabeth.

	Elizabeth was 15 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against
her very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents
asked for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking
back on that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too
involved with Elizabeth and her family.

	Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting
"wild" boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and
someone we all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of
other unsavory things.

	Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from
home. For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days
later, hungry and broke, and spent several nights with Sara and me. We
helped her get through exams and finally talked her into returning
home.

	About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her
boyfriend. He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her
again that he would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow
for what I had done with his "old lady". In a near panic, I tried to
assure him that nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that
my wife had been with us the entire time. I don't think he listened to
me at all.

	Several weeks passed. School let out for the Summer and Sara
and I prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over
the Fourth of July and couldn't wait to leave as soon as Sara's summer
school class dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and
ready to go when she pulled into the driveway. We had a light lunch
and piled into the car to hit the road.

	I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold
steel of a gun barrel being pressed against my neck. A guy who looked
very much like a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car
and was very serious about what he would do to us if I didn't do
exactly as he ordered.

	He told me to drive and, following his instructions, we drove
for almost an hour, far out into the country. We turned off the road
and into a rutted trail and our kidnapper told us to stop next to a
van parked there and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed
out of the van, pointing a sawed-off shotgun at us. The first guy put
our hands behind our backs and handcuffed us. Then he put silver duct
tape on our mouths and blindfolded our eyes with black cloth. They
pushed us into the van and tied our feet to the sides and then drove,
for what seemed like hours, before stopping the car and pulling us
out.

	When they removed the blindfolds, all I could tell was that we
were in a huge garage of some kind. It was obviously used to repair
automobiles and motorcycles, as there were several of each sitting
around in the process of being worked on. The first biker shoved us
down on an old school-bus bench in the corner, leaving us handcuffed.
He further secured us by running a long chain through our arms and
padlocking it to the heavy workbench behind the bus seat.

	Sara and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly
what to expect. I assumed that the bikers were friends of Elizabeth's
boyfriend and I was very sorry I didn't call the police after his
threatening phone call. For all I knew, the idiot would kill us both.
When the two bikers returned, they were accompanied by what appeared
to be the members of some kind of motorcycle gang.

	There were about a dozen people. All dressed in typical biker
gear, the men's ages ran from the mid-20's, up into the late 40's or
even 50's. Two of the girls looked very young, maybe 15 to 17, and the
other two were into their 40's.

	The first biker walked over to us and introduced himself as
"Bronk". My worst fear came true as he told us he was, indeed,
Elizabeth's "old man". He was quite proud of his kidnapping and
explained to the others that he was going to make me wish I had never
fucked his "Lizzie".

	"What's the slut's name?" Bronk asked another biker, rifling
Sara's purse.

	"Her name is Sara." It was Elizabeth - Lizzie. She was walking
into the garage, dressed like the rest of the group in dirty jeans and
a denim sleeveless jacket.

	Bronk put his arm around Lizzie's waist and glared down at me,
"Hell man, I told you you would be hearing from me. I wasn't about to
forget that you fucked my old lady." (He ignored me as I was
frantically shaking my head!) "I'm not sure yet what I'll do with you,
yet, but one thing's for sure - I'm going to have a crack or two at
your little slut, here, before I turn her loose." With a smile, he
raised his heavy boot and kicked me in the shoulder. I saw stars.

	He unlocked the chain and grabbed Sara. His friend wrapped the
chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked
the padlock. Bronk pulled Sara to the center of the garage's open
floor, holding her in front of his friends. She tried to pull out of
his grasp, but he slapped her across the face and she stood still.

	"This is a slut cunt, and what do we do with a slut cunt?" he
asked, loudly.

	"Fuck it!" shouted one of the men.

	"Any damn thing we want," said one particularly large, bearded
man who looked strong enough to live up to his words. He was older
than the rest of the other men and had "OTTO" tattooed on his bare
arm.

	Bronk began to strip Sara of her clothes, but stopped when
given a better idea by one of the women.

	"Make her strip for us!" an older, fat bitch shouted.

	"Hell, yeah... take 'em off, little whore. Show us your naked
slut body," ordered Bronk as he moved away from Sara, leaving her
standing in the center of the floor, trembling from fear.

	Sara did as they ordered, slowly removing her white summer
suit, blouse, full slip, bra, pantyhose and panties, and letting down
her long, brown hair until she was standing there, stark naked in
front of the whole group. Her fear and submissive nature were such a
part of her that she made no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy,
but simply stood before them and listened with embarrassment as they
commented on her naked body.

	Not surprisingly, it met with the men's approval. At thirty-
three, Sara had a terrific body. She was 5'7" and weighed about 120
pounds. I knew her bra size was 36-C and I guessed her other
measurements at about a 25-inch waist and 36-inch hips. Her legs were
long and very shapely, and her big, round breasts had only just begun
to sag - and on her, it looked sexy.

	"Whooo-eee! Look at those titties!"

	"Who'd a guessed a bod like that was hidin' under all them
clothes?"

	One of the bikers pushed the big woman who had yelled for Sara
to strip, out in front of him and pulled open her blouse, showing Sara
her tits. They were mammoth and sagged almost to her navel.

	"These are tits, bitch... those little nubs of yours ain't
even big enough to see!" he taunted, bringing a hearty laugh from the
others. He pushed his woman up to Sara and took Sara's hands and
placed them on the woman's breasts as he continued to taunt her. "Feel
these tits, slut. See how her nipples get hard and long? She loves
pussy just as much as the guys here do, and so do the rest of the
women. You like pussy? You better... cause you're gonna be staring at
a lot of it while you're here!"

	"Enough of this bullshit talk! I want to fuck the bitch!"
hissed Bronk, pulling Sara away from the now excited, half-naked woman
and pushing her over to an old sedan which was parked near the center
of the garage. He shoved her up against it and bent her over the hood
so that her ass was exposed and pushed out toward him. Reaching down
to a drain pan nearby he covered his hand with automobile oil and
spread it over my wife's ass, being sure to get plenty on her asshole.
Then roughly, and with no compassion at all, he took his hard cock
from his pants and shoved it up Sara's ass and began fucking her hard
against the cold steel fender of the old car.

	We all could hear Sara scream through the duct tape on her
mouth. I felt my stomach flip and wanted to throw up, but I fought it
down, afraid I'd kill myself getting sick while gagged.

	In a very short time, Bronk shot his load up Sara's ass and
another biker immediately took his place, smearing more oil on her
naked tits and stomach, before shooting his load of cum into my sweet
wife.

	I watched as they took turns with Sara, fucking her up the ass
or in her cunt, whichever they chose, over and over again. She cried
and whimpered into the tape, but she never gave them any resistance,
realizing, I'm sure, that it was fruitless to do so. But, to my sheer
and utter amazement, after about four of the bikers had shot their
loads into her, she began to become excited and was actually grinding
her ass back on the thick dicks that pushed themselves into her holes.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

	The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they
pounded their cocks into the submissive and oil-covered slut. When the
men had all spent themselves, some of them having fucked Sara three
times, the women took over and pushed Sara into the back seat of the
old car, ripped the tape off her mouth, and took their turns with her.
They rubbed their naked tits over her oily skin and pressed their
pussies into her mouth until they came loudly and moved away for the
next woman to have her turn.

	As they were waiting their turn with Sara, they joked about
her technique. "She loves it! It was her first pussy and what she
lacked in style, she made up for in enthusiasm. There's no doubt that
she likes it."

	"Damn right she does! She had her tongue so deep up my snatch
that I thought it was going to come out my throat!" leered another
woman.

	When they were all done, the group drifted away to somewhere
out of sight and earshot, leaving just Bronk and Lizzie in the garage
with us.

	Bronk pulled Sara out of the backseat and tied her arms to the
door of the car. Then he took a black leather case out of his jacket
pocket, removed a hypodermic needle and injected something into Sara's
arm. Before he walked away he instructed Lizzie to clean the oil off
of her body. Lizzie had taken her turn with Sara, too, and there was
no doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed it. She was gentle in washing
the oil from Sara's naked body, and I could tell that Sara was even
now responding to the touch of the pretty, fifteen-year-old's hands on
her body.

	When Bronk came back to our part of the garage, he found
Lizzie kissing Sara deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight.

	"You like the little whore, do you Lizzie? Good, we'll keep
her around for a while, then. Here, give her some of this," he
sneered, handing Lizzie a half full vodka bottle.

	Lizzie held the bottle to Sara's lips and when Sara balked at
drinking from it, Bronk grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her
head while Lizzie poured it into her mouth. She gagged on the first
mouthful, but soon they established a rhythm, feeding her just enough
at a time to keep her from gagging. At first I thought they were going
to pour the rest of the bottle into her, but they stopped short by a
couple of mouthfuls, sharing those between themselves. Still, I knew
that they had given her enough to make her very drunk, if not sick. I
hoped she could hold it.

	It didn't take long for the effect of the vodka and whatever
drug he used on her to set in, and when it did, even in my situation,
I had to chuckle at Sara. She seemed to lose any fear of her situation
and began giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck. Bronk
and Lizzie loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were
having on her, and he sent Lizzie to get the others to see the little
slut in her drunk condition. She was babbling away when Lizzie
returned with several of the others.

	"Shit... I like... I like to fuck! Michael... tha's my
husband, over there, he doesn't think I like it so much... but I LOVE
IT! My hole doesn't hardly... shit... my hole doesn't like...
sometimes, my hole doesn't like to be fuckin' empty! No sir!" She
stammered drunkenly. Her observers smiled broadly at the lewd comments
coming from her mouth and a very attractive and slim girl named
Denise, who I guessed to be about 16 walked up to Sara and began to
finger her pussy as she stood there naked, tied to the car door.

	"Yeah! Do it to me! I wish you could shove your whole hand in
me, I don't care!"

	I'd never seen Sara like this, and, in addition to it being
amusing, it was also pretty exciting. She had never talked lewdly
before, but in this drunken/drugged state she was being especially
nasty. She was saying words I wasn't sure she had even heard before.
Soon, there was another woman, older, playing with Sara's tits and
kissing her deeply on the mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of
dirty words that poured from her.

	A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Sara, looking
to see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Sara's hole.
They encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses
from the big breasted woman, who couldn't seem to keep her tongue out
of Sara's mouth, Sara encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her
hole up with more and more of her hand.

	I couldn't see well enough from my position on the bus seat to
tell how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get
her whole hand in it was certainly not hard to tell.

	"It's in!" shouted one of the men. "She got the whole fuckin'
thing in there! Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut's cunt like
a stallion's dick!"

	Sara was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward
as hard as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body
and moaning hotly at the sensations in her cunt. The young girl
continued to plunge her fist in and out of Sara's dripping hole,
twisting and turning her arm from time to time as if testing to see
just what she could do in Sara's pussy.

	One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl's
arm in his hand and began to help her fuck Sara by pushing her arm
upward and pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was
using.

	By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were
now sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as
they watched Sara being fisted. They didn't go un-noticed by the "new"
Sara, and she blurted out her appreciation. "Look at all the cocks!"
she moaned, drunkenly. "Damn, I love a good hard cock!"

	Bronk untied the ropes holding Sara to the car door, and
pushing the other women away from the babbling Sara, pushed her to her
knees on the floor. "You want some hard cock, little slut? Crawl over
here and get you some. The boys will be glad to feed you!"

	The teenager who had been fisting Sara was watching with
passion still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and
pretty soon Lizzie was helping her.

	In the meantime, Sara had begun to crawl across the rough and
dirty concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with
taunting comments.

	"Come and get it slut!"

	"Here little pussy... here little pussy."

	"Hurry up bitch, I need your fuckin mouth!"

	In her drunken state, Sara made her wobbly way across the
floor, and she was soon gobbling on one of the men's big dicks as if
she had been starving for cum all day long. In almost no time, he was
shooting his load into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the
man next to him, who then shoved his meat into her mouth.

	This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man
in their little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back
on the floor. There were still men who had not shot their cum into her
mouth, however, and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed
their cocks into her mouth until they had emptied their balls.

	She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious
they entertained themselves by pissing on her body, both the men and
the women. Several of the men stood over her at one time and poured
their yellow streams of piss all over her nakedness at once. The women
squatted over her one at a time and poured most of their waste onto
her face and hair.

	When they were done, Bronk handcuffed her left ankle to a
nearby post and left her there, lying in a pool of piss in the floor.

	When she came to, Sara tried her best to crawl out of the
stench in which she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked
body more than a few feet in any direction, because of the handcuff on
her ankle. I felt for her, and wanted more than anything in the world
to be able leave and to clean her up and get her off the cold floor,
but there was nothing I could do. Unable to leave the seat I was
chained to, I was sitting in my own mess.

	Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze,
Sara soon fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too,
found myself drifting off. I awoke several times during the night to
find a man or two had returned to the garage to have another crack at
Sara, fucking her mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically
urged them on.

	Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Lizzie bending over
Sara and gently washing her body. At least one of them had some
decency.

	I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday,
but I was sadly disappointed. No one came in to release us and send us
home.

	We weren't rescued. The nightmare continued. The bikers had a
new "slut" to use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go
before the weekend was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even
better by letting the slut's old man watch the whole thing.

	When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle
engines. The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already
hot, filling my nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze,
urine and sex. Lizzie, or someone, had covered Sara with a blanket and
I was relieved to see that. I had slept fitfully, with all the comings
and goings during the night, in addition to the awkwardness of being
chained in a sitting position on the old bus seat.

	Bronk was the first to enter the garage after I awakened. He
was his friendly, cheerful self.

	"Well, you fuckin' bastard, did you like the way we used your
old lady-whore last night? I hope so, you turd-faced shit, cause you
ain't seen nothin', yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is
here, today, and we're all set for a 3-day party! We're gonna let you
stay and watch, but if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin
eyes off of her, you understand?" He kicked my left leg with the toe
of his boot as he asked the question, causing me to grimace with the
pain that ran through my body.

	When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Sara and
woke her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her
legs and fucking her.

	When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He
pulled her up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined
G-string and a pair of extremely high high-heels that also were
covered with the shiny dots, which he told her to put on. While she
was putting on the shoes, Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple
of pills, which she made Sara swallow. I had no idea what they were
giving her, but I knew for sure I wouldn't want either of them giving
me any of their pills.

	Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a
camcorder on a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods.

	When Sara was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for
her they pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner
had she knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their
eyes. Now, it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers.
Most of them were clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few
of the women were wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as
they walked down the short flight of steps into the garage.

	They sat on the floor around Sara or pulled up milk crates, as
if they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was
exactly what they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised
them.

	He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Sara's head
up by her hair, spoke to the group. "Our little whore was a good fuck
last night, wasn't she, gang?"

	The group that had been here the day before cheered their
pleasure with Sara's performance of the previous evening.

	"Today, we're gonna make a movie, and the little whore's gonna
show us how she can dance." Looking down at Sara, he spit out his
instructions to her. "You will dance for us, you little pile of shit,
and you'll dance as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest
beer-bar... you understand?"

	Sara nodded.

	"I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of
yours, and show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the
floor when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body.
Make cocks hard and pussies wet. If you do, we'll all fuck you. If you
don't, we'll all fuck you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me,
you want to dance just as good as you possibly can. Take my word for
it."

	Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and
turned on the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that
it could be heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the
viewer of the camcorder and yelled to Sara, "Ok, bitch, do your
thing!"

	Sara began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had
given her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in
the mood for showing off than she ever had in her life. She swayed
sexily to the music, her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the
staring men and women as she moved. She spread her legs open on the
floor and bent backward, hunching her hips up into the air, as if she
were fucking a man's dick. The sequined G-string was pulled tight
against her crotch, and as she continued to dance her lips became more
and more obvious through the shiny fabric, as they swelled from her
growing excitement.

	I watched in amazement. My conservative, uptight wife was now
dancing as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang! Despite being
bound and hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Kidnapped By Bikers (FM+, rape, gangbang, slut) [2/2]
Date: 23 Feb 1996 23:48:12 GMT

			       Part Two

	As her back bent further and further backward, Sara began to
move her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them
up in the air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the
thin strips of fabric between her legs. She reached forward with her
right hand and patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of
pleasure from her audience. Her legs bent further backward until her
knees were nearly beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the
air as if she were inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her
open and hungry slit.

	Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and
then onto her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so. Her
legs opened wider and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of
the tiny G-string being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled.

	Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered
either with the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them.

	I was surprised at the professionalism of Sara's dancing. I
didn't know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching
her. I would love to live to see her do that again, I hoped. She was a
natural.

	In the middle of her performance, Sara suddenly stopped and
stayed in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass
sticking high up into the air. Then, I saw her reaching back between
her legs and pulling the G-string to the side. With it out of the way,
she began to insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering
herself to the delight of those watching. The more she fingered, the
more her hips bucked up and down in that age-old fucking movement. And
soon she was coming in front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself
with her own fingers.

	Lizzie walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Sara
gladly took and began working up into her wet fuckhole. She was either
extremely hot, or the pills that Lizzie had given her were really
having some effect on her. She fucked herself shamelessly with the
long, thick fake cock, seeming to love the attention and the dirty and
nasty lewd comments that filled the room.

	One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a
small pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she
had emptied it, she moved behind Sara and pulled the dildo from her
cunt. In its place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it
into her cunt slowly, inserting more of it as Sara's hips began to
move, indicating her acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her
cunt. Pretty soon, Sara was really fucking it, in and out of her
pretty, little slit with much enthusiasm. The woman worked the wine
bottle deeper and deeper into Sara, stretching her fuckhole wider and
wider as she fed more and more of the tapered neck into her.

	She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside
her when, suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back
between her beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself,
humping it wildly and pumping it into herself amid loud moans and
gasps of pleasure.

	When her orgasm was over, Sara fell to the floor on her belly,
and Lizzie moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position. She
had another glass of wine and more pills, and Sara took them
submissively.

	Encouraged by Bronk to continue dancing, "or else," Sara
resumed her dance, standing and moving around the circle of people,
wiggling her ass and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired
her so openly. Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her
body, and Sara would always stop in front of them when they did,
throwing her head back and loving the feeling of their hands or teeth
or tongues on her body.

	Suddenly, the music stopped, and Bronk announced, "Fun time
for the little slut!"

	Bronk stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling
bottom and tied Sara to an old car seat that he had pulled over from
one side of the garage. Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on
the sides and her legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to
her holes.

	I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang,
only, today, with three times as many men present. I was truly worried
about Sara's survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch.
Knowing that the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager
to pound their meat into her cunt, Bronk had re-arranged the lights
and camera.

	Sara began to moan softly. Lizzie walked up to Sara, just as
Bronk had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Sara a
shot from a hypodermic needle. Sara was already so hot she couldn't
think straight, but somehow they weren't satisfied with her current
level of sluttishness, and obviously expected this new shot to make
her even more insatiable. I didn't even know such drugs existed, but I
was watching their result. I don't know what was in the shots that
they gave Sara, but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut.

	Only moments after they had administered the shot, she began
to beg for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and
pump their dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her
hole, again. Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared
her trembling body, some of them sitting on her face and ordering her
stick to her tongue deep into their assholes or some of them filling
her mouth with thick hard cocks, while others plowed into her cunt.

	Sara was never a passive participant. Whenever one of the men
would withdraw his spent cock from her mouth, the begging would begin
all over again until another dick had replaced it. She began begging
to be untied so that she could use her hands to please her lovers as
well, and smiling at her hot words and desire to please, Bronk untied
her hands and allowed her her wish.

	As soon as her hands were free, my cum-filled wife began to
use them to caress the men who roughly plunged their dicks in and out
of her body. She caressed their balls, played with their asses, and
for a long period of time had a cock in each hand, jerking them while
she was taking the dicks from other men in her holes.

	Eventually, Bronk decided her legs didn't need to be tied
either, and freed them from their bonds. Once they were free, the men
began to hold her ankles up in the air, spreading her legs open widely
as they fucked her. They bent them back toward her head, exposing her
asshole and began filling it as well as her cunt as they continued to
fuck her over and over again.

	"Yes, my ASS!" Sara cried out. "Fuck me in my ASS! Oh, fuck
me! Fuck my whole body! More, more, more!" she yelled.

	Using her mouth and hands as regenerating tools, the horny men
continued to fuck Sara until they had worn themselves completely out.
They had not even come close to wearing Sara out, and when they had
tired of their new plaything, she was still lying there on the old car
seat rubbing her clit and moaning and begging for more cock in her
holes. As I looked at her lying there, I could see cum still streaming
from her ass and cunt and puddling on the seat until it ran down the
sides and began to puddle on the dirty concrete garage floor.

	Lizzie then appeared and gave Sara yet another shot. This time
it was evidently one to calm her down, because moments after the shot
had been administered, Sara grew quiet and was soon sleeping, still
lying spreadeagled on the old car seat, completely naked, the cum
still leaking from her holes.

	Soon, the room was empty once again, except for Sara and me. I
wondered just how long they would continue to use Sara and what would
happen when they finally tired of us. I was sore from being tied in
the same position for so long and needed desperately to be freed from
my bonds. I was hungry and dehydrated. The constant exposure to Sara's
extreme treatment had been extremely painful for me. Yet, on several
occasions, I had ejaculated with no physical stimulation at all and my
pants were soaked from my own cum, as well as piss. Exhausted, I still
couldn't sleep.

	Sara awoke sooner than they expected her to, because we were
still alone. When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I realized
that she could now untie me and we had a chance to escape.
Unfortunately, the drugs they had given her had not worn off yet, and
she was still unable to think about anything except cocks and cunts.

	Also, my mouth was still taped and Sara looked like she needed
more help than I could give her to rejoin the land of the living.

	Sara looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spread
her legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. "I need
a cock, Michael! God, I need a cock so bad!"

	When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight
had finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she
began unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth
immediately covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly,
completely oblivious to anything else. She craved it more than any
addict craves his fix and there was nothing I could do to make her
stop and get me free.

	The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget
our opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of
her drug induced hunger and simply let my body take over. Sara's right
hand was between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head
bobbed up and down in my lap. She ate my dick as if she were starving
for it, and it was a marvelous feeling. I grew hard quickly and felt
that I might spill my cum into her at any moment as her mouth
continued to work up and down my shaft.

	Sara's obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however,
and she stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around,
lowered her hot ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid
member. She began to grind her hips hotly against me, taking every
inch of my throbbing cock deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of
her cunt squeezing my dick, milking it, pulling it, making it feel
everything it was capable of feeling. She was quite a fuck - probably
the best fuck I had ever had. Some of it was due to my inability to
move, I'm sure. And some of it was due to the constant performance
over the last 30-some hours. But, above all, my wife was also fucking
me as she had never fucked me before, and there was a hunger and
desperation to her pumping and grinding hips that I had never
experienced before.

	I came violently inside her. She seemed completely unaware
that I was cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on
this way forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held
me down as the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my
shaft. When I finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my
cock begin to soften somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she
continued fucking me, as if she would not allow my member to wither
and die within her.

	Amazingly, she was successful. Before I could soften so much
that she could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked
me back to hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her
once more. She was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on
her knees, writhing in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on
my cock. Her grunts and moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm,
and I wondered if she were climaxing continuously in her drug induced
state. I also wondered if she had any idea who she was fucking, or if
she even remotely cared. I didn't think so.

	The door opened to the garage and Lizzie walked in, clad only
in a pair of tiny black bikini panties. She seemed surprised to see
Sara free of her bonds and a bit amused to see her fucking away at me.

	"How sweet. Mister and Missus Teacher, fooling around a
little. How do you like what our special little brew of `Ecstasy' does
for your wife? When I was 14 and joined the club, they pumped that
stuff into me for days and I think I fucked every biker in the state!
And, it still wasn't enough!"

	When she walked close enough to Sara, Sara reached out for her
body and pulled it to her as she continued grinding her hips into my
lap. Her mouth covered Lizzie's left tit as she sucked the pretty
young girl's nipple into her mouth and played with it with her tongue.
Her right hand flew to her crotch and shoved her panties up inside,
roughly, as she quickly inserted two fingers into her hole.

	Lizzie giggled, but quickly responded to Sara's attentions and
held my wife's head in her hands, pulling her mouth tighter to her
chest as she let her hips move in circles in response to Sara's
fingers which were stretching and twisting inside her fuckhole.
Occasionally, Sara would remove her mouth from Lizzie's breast and
slide her wet fingers from her hole and place them in her mouth,
hungrily sucking on the juice that covered them, then she would plunge
them back into Lizzie's cunt and begin sucking on the other breast.

	"You've had enough of that cock, you dirty old whore you!"
yelled Lizzie, and she pulled Sara off of me roughly and pushed her to
the floor in front of me.

	Taking an oil filler spout from the workbench behind me,
Lizzie tossed it to Sara. "Go fuck yourself with that, you crazy
bitch, if you still need fucking. I want some cock for myself!"

	She stripped the tiny panties from her bottom and sat in my
lap, working my cock up into herself as she lowered her body onto
mine. I almost collapsed in terror at the thought of Bronk walking
back in and seeing us like this!

	Off in her own world, Sara still needed fucking, and she took
the oil filler spout and began inserting it into her cunt, lying in
front of Lizzie with her legs open wide. She now enjoyed masturbating
while others watched, and she was still so hot that she would fuck
anything or anyone, especially as long as Lizzie was staring at her so
lewdly.

	It made Lizzie especially hot to watch my pretty wife fucking
herself in front of her, and she fucked herself wildly on my dick as
she watched her. Her hands were at her breasts playing and pulling at
her nipples as her cunt grew wetter and wetter and fuller and fuller
of dick.

	Some of the others came wandering in as Lizzie continued to
fuck me, and began to stand around Sara, laughing and cheering her on
as she worked the metal oil spout in and out of her cunt, her eyes
glued on the now trembling girl who fucked up and down in my lap. The
oil spout grew thicker and wider as you looked at it from the end, and
Sara now had the total length of the spout inserted in her hole and
was lewdly grinding her hips up against it as she held it tightly in
both hands.

	"She's fucking a goddamn oil spout!" one of the women laughed.

	"Look at the hot little slut go!" another yelled.

	They were beginning to rub their own pussies and the men were
beginning to take their cocks out of their pants as they watched the
pretty brunette working on her cunt with the fake cock.

	"Hell, she'll fuck anything! Give her a hammer!" yelled out
one of the men.

	Another man took a hammer from the workbench behind him and
tearing the oil spout from Sara's tight grip, replaced it with the big
hammer. She quickly shoved the handle of the big ball peen hammer up
into her cunt and continued fucking herself wildly in front of the
cheering crowd. Before long, she had most of the hammer handle
inserted in her hole and was grinding her hips crazily as she
performed for her audience.

	One of the men knelt by Sara's head and began jerking off, his
cock just inches from her mouth. Sara tried valiantly to raise her
head and take the head of his member into her mouth, but he teased
her, pulling it away as his hand continued stroking it wildly.
Suddenly he tensed and began shooting huge white gobs of cum into her
face and hair.

	Another man knelt on the other side of her and began imitating
the first, pumping away at his cock and soon spraying her face with
his own load of hot white cum.

	When they were done, every man in the room had shot a load of
hot fuck juice into Sara's face and they had replaced the hammer in
her cunt with practically every tool in the garage as they watched her
plunge them all hotly into her holes, fucking herself with anything
they would allow her to use.

	When Sara finally grew too weak to continue fucking herself,
she passed out and yet they continued plunging things into her cunt
and rubbed their wet pussies onto her face, masturbating against it
until they had cum and then making room for the next.

	When I shot my second load of cum, this time into Lizzie's
cunt, I fell back weakly against the old bus seat. Lizzie was still
hot and took the men who had shot their cum into Sara's face to the
center of the big room and let them all fuck her in the ass and cunt
and mouth. Soon, the garage was filled with people drinking and
smoking and fucking and sucking. As I watched, Lizzie must have been
gang-banged by no less than 20 men, and was still going strong before
I grew too tired to watch.

	Finally, we were left alone once more as the group tired and
the party wound down, around dawn and they wandered off to who knew
where. Before she left, Lizzie gave Sara yet another shot and gave me
one as well. The shot left me nearly senseless and the only thing I
remember happening prior to my passing out was watching an extremely
large black man with an equally large cock screw a very willing Sara
in all her holes before pissing on her face and leaving her lying in
the concrete floor. Bronk was filming it all.

	I lost all sense of time as I drifted in and out of
consciousness.

	I did know that Sara was no longer in the garage with me, and
I think I spent the rest of the time alone. I don't remember if I was
fed or given anything to drink, or even if I was doped up again.

	The next time I awoke, I found myself in the front seat of our
car with Sara beside me. The car clock said it was just after 3a.m.,
but I had no idea what day.

	We were both naked and the car was parked on a dirt road. Sara
was still unconscious, but I saw that there was something on her left
breast. When I focused and looked, I saw that it was a new and very
sore looking tattoo. Beautifully scripted in red and blue and yellow
were the words "Prime Slut".

	As I dressed Sara in the filthy rags and denim jacket they had
left in the car, I saw the second tattoo. It was on the left cheek of
my wife's ass and in block letters said "this ass well fucked by the
RAMROD M.C." I looked around quickly to see if we were alone and when
I realized we were now free I started the car and drove us home,
quickly.

	At home, I managed to help Sara into the bedroom, and I
collapsed beside her on the bed. Thirst and hunger awakened me, but
Sara slept on. When she finally did awaken, she cried for hours. She
remembered a lot, and I filled in what I could. She said that after I
was drugged, they reduced her dose and she remembered becoming the
"property" of the club president for the rest of the time. They had
held us captive from Friday afternoon until Thursday morning.

	Sara was sore all over, but healed quickly. We talked about it
and about trying to forget about it, but I knew I could never forget.
We knew where the garage was, but agreed that we couldn't go to the
police because of the video Bronk shot of Sara. It would ruin our
careers at the school, where guilt or innocence wasn't the issue, but
the image of propriety was.

	We had great difficulty talking, when we were together.
Vacation was tense and we didn't enjoy it at all. We tried to resume
our daily routines, but Sara was tense and restless and irritable.
Maybe I was, too. I found that Bourbon relaxed me.

	Finally, in the Fall, Sara stayed home from school one day and
she was gone when I got home. The following weekend, she showed up
sitting behind Otto, on the back of a Harley, dressed like a real
biker slut. She quickly packed a small bag, got back on the bike,
wrapped her arms around the huge, filthy biker and that was the last I
ever saw or heard of her.

	And, what of Lizzie? Well, soon after the weekend they
kidnapped us, she moved back with her Mommy and Daddy, cleaned herself
up, became `Elizabeth' again, went to an Ivy league college and
married a Med student. She wore white at a big church wedding last
Saturday. I was invited and went to the church, just to see it with my
own two eyes. She was beautiful and looked like she had never had a
sexy thought in her life.