I stood there watching the two bikers coming down the trail toward me not knowing what exactly to expect. They looked considerably older and scruffier than Paul, and I suspected a long life on the road. There was a moment of awkward silence as we stood there looking at each other. I got the impression that they wanted this thing over as much as me. How wrong I was about that.

One of them moved behind me while the other stood in front. He slid his hand up the back of my leg, just past the top of my hose, lifting my skirt as he did. "Nice" he said and slid his finger into my ass crack "real prime ass". I stood erect, slightly spreading my legs to allow his probing fingers to find the soft pucker of my ass. As I caught my breath, he slid the tip of one finger in, parting my cheeks with the others, and began slowly thrusting it in and until he had it buried up to the last knuckle. He held it there until he felt me relax, pulled it almost completely out of me, and then I felt him slip two fingers back in.

My initial apprehension over, I started to push back to meet his thrusts, and as I did, I bent slightly forward supporting myself with one hand on the shoulder of the biker in front, and moved my other hand down to fondle his crotch. I tugged his zipper down, reached in and hauled out his medium sized, uncut, dick as the one behind slipped yet a third finger in my increasingly willing love hole. I bent over at a ninety degree angle and took him in my mouth in one quick motion that caused him to catch his breath, grab my head with both hands, and jam his manhood into my face. I pulled him out, peeled the foreskin back with my lips and began slowly sucking him in and out of the warm wet confines of my mouth.

The three fingers slipped out of my ass and I heard the sound of a zipper coming down behind me. I took the dick out of my mouth so I could speak. "You have rubbers?" I tried to make it sound not like a question but a fact. "Naw" said the one behind "I like it better without them. And I bet you'll like to eat your shit off my dick, won't you slut?"

"Look guys, I appreciate the sentiment, but it's too risky for you and me without rubbers, sort of a little rule of mine, so no rubbers, no fuck, ok?" I tried to sound as convincing as I could, the fact being that I was scarred shitless at this point. "What ever you say, slut, just get me off" Thinking I had the situation back under control, I knelt and turned my attention back to the biker in front of me. Reaching out with my right hand, I again pulled the foreskin of his dick back, exposing the head, and moved toward it with my lips parting and my gaze drawn to it, mesmerized.

I didn't see the fist coming at all, and the first punch that landed along my right jaw sent me reeling, stars and black night sky filling my vision, as I tumbled and sprawled in the leaves along the trail. There was no pain yet, just a numbness where my face should have been, and I tried to focus on my attacker, who as it turned out, was the one I was kneeling in front of. He had round housed me, and now stood over me, looking down with a sneer. Before I could react, his companion knelt and grabbed me by the throat, nearly cutting off my breathing. He jerked me to my feet and brought his face within inches of mine. "I'm going to fuck you, slut, without a rubber, and when I'm through you're going to beg me to do it again, understand?" "No" I pleaded, the taste of blood in my mouth "don't you understand that it's dangerous for both of us? Don't you know anything about AIDS?" My vision blurred again as he buried his fist in my stomach, bending me double, blood spilling from my mouth, and my stomach flying to my throat. It took all my control not to vomit, the pain was so bad. Before I could even think about straightening up, one of them held my head down by the neck while the other one pulled my mini up around my waist and yanked my g string down to my ankles, exposing my ass to him. He spread my cheeks with one hand and pressed the head of his dick to my pucker with the other. Up to this point, I thought, a lot of this has been my fault, or at least I shared enough responsibility for it. OK, it had been a turn on, the sex had been good, the kind of thing I did and enjoyed. But now, I was truly frightened for my life. The way I had been beaten held the possibility, at least in my mind, that they could do worse, much worse, including killing me. I had heard stories of girls like me who had been beaten, killed even, by men who couldn't handle the reality of what they had done, and who they had done it to. Some men don't like what they want.

Without thinking, I raised my left foot till it was parallel with the ground, then drove it straight back, burying my 4 inch spike heel into the bikers knee cap. In the next second, while the scream was forming in his throat, I brought my right fist into the biker's crotch in front of me with all the force I could muster. His balls must have gone half way up his throat and choked off any sound. He released my throat and I pitched forward to the ground, rolling out of the way as they both dropped down, one clutching his bloody kneecap as the other tried just to breath. Clutching my heels in my right hand, I ran off down the trail, figuring that if I could get enough distance between me and them, they would eventually give up any idea of a chase. I could still hear the one cursing as I lost sight of them, and soon even the sound of his voice trailed off. Afraid that they would wait in ambush, I doubled back through the woods, well off the trail. Thoughts of them waiting for me in the parking lot, things they may have done to my car, all this made me shudder as I made my way back.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I came to the edge of the parking area. There was my car, the tire changed, apparently unharmed, setting in the empty parking lot. Maybe they just left, I thought, ashamed to have been bested by "girl". A girl who had shown such submission to them had also asserted her right to say no when she wanted to. I suppose it could have been a bitter pill to swallow, and that's why I was so surprised to see my car intact. Well, careful Leslie, they could still be waiting to draw you out. Slowly, cautiously, I came out of the relative safety of the woods and approached the car. Once in it, I wasted no time in starting the engine and tearing out of the parking lot back toward the city.

I noticed my bruised face in the rearview mirror, blood caked at the sides of my mouth, and tears welling in my eyes. I was shaking with fear and tension, my whole body ached. It was then that I noticed the headlight approaching me from the rear, a motorcycle headlight. It had to be them, after me, to punish me for what I had done to deny them. I sped up, determined to outrun them. Only as I looked again did I notice only one light. Maybe the others were farther behind, or worse yet, ahead of me. Slowly the lone rider gained on me, and finally I could make out Paul's face. Soon he was beside me, motioning me to pull over, and against better judgment (again) I pulled into the next overlook. "I know what happened" he said, reaching through the window to touch my face "those bastards are headed back to Jersey, after you kicked their asses I finished the job. Get out, let me see if you're all right". "I'm all right" I lied softly "I don't need your help". With that, he opened the door and pulled me up to him. "Look, I'm sorry about what they did, why did you agree to go with them in the first place?" "Why did I agree......" I started "you were the one who asked me to, I thought you wanted me to, I didn't know" I babble, completely confused now. "Well, I didn't want you to, but I figured since you agreed that you wanted them. To tell you the truth, I didn't want to share you, I don't want to share you", and with that he pulled me into his arms, his mouth on mine and his tongue sliding into my eager mouth. "Well now, since I've still got a week's vacation, and since I'm not with those guys anymore, I'm going to have to find a place to stay" he said as we came up for air. "My apartment will do fine" I said, squeezing his hand in mine. "You'll do fine" he said, squeezing back.