BEAST SLAVE
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who
gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnaped heiress who joins forces with her
abductors – both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can
be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In BEAST SLAVE, Linda Caffy finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then
degraded and forced to perform what she considers perverse sex acts, she nonetheless
finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Linda Caffy suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through
with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Linda Caffy looked up from her papers scattered over the table and saw three young
men standing in the doorway of the Venice Pavilion. Dressed in faded Levi's, leather
jackets and boots, they stood silently some fifteen feet in front of her, staring cockily
down at her.
Hoods, she thought to herself, sighing audibly and picking up the report to the city
finance committee again. It had been a long day. She didn't need the kind of
aggravation these three would probably give her. Maybe if I ignore them they'll go
away, she thought.
"Hey, baby, ain't none of your fuckin' business," the first biker answered back, hooking
his thumbs in his front pockets while rubbing his fingers up and down the sides of his
fly.
Lindy had become used to this kind of obscenity flung at her. When she took this parttime 
job with with the Los Angeles Department of Parks and Recreation, Lindy had
been warned about the kind of people she'd be dealing with in Venice.
"You'll have a good number of fine older people and businessmen," her supervisor said,
"but they'll be matched in number by biker and car gangs. Watch for them," she said,
narrowing her eyes. Lindy didn't have too long a wait before she realized what her
supervisor was talking about.
"If you can't talk decently, you can leave," she said in a tired voice, dropping her eyes to
the lines of meaningless official sentences floating in front of her. One finance report
after another, and she was supposed to understand them! She was only nineteen, a
college sophomore at UCLA, not a bureaucrat!
"We're waitin' for someone," the first man said defensively, a little taken back by
Lindy's cool.
"Well wait outside. It's getting late. The maintenance people will be closing the Pavilion
up in a few minutes," she said, glancing down at her wrist watch, then going back to
her paperwork. A tremor of nervousness made her fingers shake against the report.
Having worked at this beachside community of Los Angeles for nearly two months,
Lindy would have thought she'd be immune to these kind of people. But she felt her
flesh crawl every time one of them gave her the eye. The young blonde teen realized
they were interested in her body. How she tried to cover up her high-riding tits, her
firm rounded buttocks, her flaring boyish hips, her long tapered legs! Lindy wore every
type of baggy, unattractive dress and skirt and blouse outfit she could find. But the men
saw through her disguise and stared longingly at her, rubbing their crotches, waiting to
pounce. It made her nervous every time she had to leave her office at the recreation
Pavilion near the beach and walk two blocks to her car.
"You sure got a lotta sass for a little punk cunt," the first biker said, his eyes narrowing
now with anger.
Lindy heard his voice harden. She clutched the report more firmly, keeping her eyes
lowered. The words swam in a blur in front of her now while her heart began to pound
frantically. Where were those damned maintenance people? The woman who normally
worked here with her, and who was on vacation for four days, had worked out a deal
with the custodial help. For a half-hour extra lunch time they'd stay a few minutes
beyond their normal quitting hour and keep an eye on the two women while they
packed up and left the Pavilion. They should be here by now!
"I said you'd better wait outside. I've got work to do," Lindy said, clenching her fingers
into two fists. Oh, how she wished she could control herself better. She could hear the
nervous quivering of her voice. It seemed so high as well! Flashing a glance up at the
three young men she saw them smiling down in satisfaction at her. They knew they'd
made her frightened.
"Yeah? We got work to do too," the first young biker said, snapping his fingers while
still staring at the blonde teen.
Lindy heard the signal. Jerking her head up she watched with growing terror as his two
buddies closed the exit doors. She put down her pencil, her eyes widening.
"You guys keep a look out, hear?" he said, still staring at Lindy.
"Aw, Mike, come on. I thought we made a deal back there," the second man began in a
whining voice.
"Hey, look, I run the show, unnerstan'?" the tall dark-haired biker said, glancing angrily
at his friend, then moving his eyes back to Lindy. What was going on? She felt her
thighs alternately chill and flash hot. Lindy heard her chair scraping back against the
tiled floor as Mike started approaching her. He was going to... rape her! The thought
flashed through her mind like a lightning bolt. The situation was whirling out of
control! For the first time in her life Lindy felt herself personally threatened. She
continued to shove her chair backward until she felt it stop against the wall behind her.
Control! I have to stay cool to keep control, the young teen said to herself. She fought
down the panic tearing at her throat and straightened her back.
"Look, I don't know what you're up to. But there will be people in here in a minute. If
you don't want to get into trouble you'll leave right now," Lindy said in as firm a voice
she could muster.
Mike stopped, his lips curling up into a cynical smile.
"You so sure about that?" he asked, sniggering at the girl's false bravado. "Your buddies
ain't gonna show... not with the cash we gave 'em. They left twenty minutes ago."
Lindy felt her scalp crinkle with fear. She was alone with these men. No one would
come into the Pavilion until tomorrow morning. She could try screaming. But so many
people in this neighborhood screamed few people paid attention to those sounds
anymore.
"You gonna do it right here?" the second stud asked.
"Hey, why don't you take Jack and stand outside. Keep an eye out for the cops," Mike
said, placing both hands on the front edge of the table and leaning forward. Lindy
could hear him breathing heavily as he rubbed his bulging crotch against the wood. Her
eyes darted about the room, desperately searching for an escape path. Damn those city
architects who planned this building! The reception area where she looked had only one
entrance now blocked by Mike and his two flunkies.
"Yeah, yeah," the blond said, glancing at the girl for one last time, then disappearing
outside. Lindy jumped as the lock clicked shut.
"Now it's you and me, mama," Mike growled, sweeping his big paw-like hand across
the desk and clearing the table of all papers and pencils. Lindy jumped back, letting out
a tiny scream while crossing her hand protectively over her tits. She'd worn a baggy
white blouse with an ankle-length black skirt, another attempt at hiding her body from
men like Mike.
"Stop it!" she screamed, her terrified voice echoing grotesquely in the large building.
"Been watchin' you for a long time. Me and the boys bike in from Mar Vista on the
weekends and seen you around here... nice tits," Mike said in a low voice, licking his
lips like a wolf in front of a raw piece of meat.
"Don't," the girl whimpered, drawing her shoulders up while pushing her knees tightly
together. If only she could stall for some time, think of some plan to get away from
him. But her mind blanked by fear. All she could think about was how large the biker
seemed looming in front of her, arid how fat that bulge was between his legs!
"Yeah, saw you a couple times in bathing suits while you was skatin' up and down the
walk," Mike continued, curling his fingers around the table's edge and pulling it back.
The scraping sounds made Lindy jump in her seat again. "Last week we decided we was
gonna find out how hot you are. Me and the boys, we got a place east of here. Gonna
put you through the paces, unnerstan'?"
Lindy understood what he was saying only too well. She'd heard about men like Mike
and his friends, men who picked up young girls in Venice and tortured and raped
them. She had several stagger into her office, their faces swollen with black and blue
marks while their clothes hung in rags from their shoulders. They told her stories of
unspeakable sexual horror as she dialed the police and social service center. And these
girls were hardened natives, young women who'd grown up in this rough and tumble
area. Lindy had been raised in lily-white San Marino, considered herself fortunate her
family was well-off, and thought personal physical attacks were only things you read of
in the paper – that is, up to now.
"Listen, you don't have to do this. I won't tell anyone if you and the others just leave
here and go home," Lindy said in a quavering voice, offering Mike a last chance to
leave. Her fingers clutched the blouse nervously.
"Baby, we made a deal...'the three of us. And I ain't gonna back out on it," Mike said,
jerking the table away.
Lindy screamed, jumping up and knocking the chair over. It clattered noisily as it slid
across the floor.
"HELP! HELP!" she screamed as Mike lunged for her.
"Little cunt! SHADDUP!" he shouted, catching her by the left arm as she tried to run
around him for the front exit.
Lindy kept screaming, wrestling violently with the young biker. She kicked, bit and
scratched at Mike while he spread his legs widely apart for balance, held her firmly by
both upper arms and waited patiently for her to tire.
"You ain't gonna get no help here, baby. And you ain't gonna go nowheres 'til I stick
my cock up your snatch," he said in a low growl.
Lindy's screams turned to hysterical sobs. She was a virgin, another thing of which she
was proud. All these men up in San Marino stared at her ass as she walked by,
wondering how many dicks she'd taken up her cunt. She smiled to herself then,
knowing full well no man knew her that well.
"No, no, don't do – that!" she cried, shaking her head back and forth. Raped, losing
her cherry to a complete stranger! And, oh, how his fingers hurt as they dug into her
arms! Lindy twisted in Mike's tight grip, her feet sliding on the slick tile floor.
"Come on," he muttered, pulling her behind him. She still tried to wriggle free of the
young man. But his grip was too firm on her arms for her to do much other than
struggle helplessly.
In a flash she saw where they were heading. Dropping his hand for a minute, Mike
threw open one door at the far end of the reception area. A strong odor of stale sweat
attacked Lindy's nostrils. It was the athletic-gear room, a large area where she and the
maintenance people stored the basketballs, tennis rackets, nets and tumbling mats used
by the neighborhood children.
"Inside," he growled, shoving her roughly into the room, flipping on the light, then
slamming and locking the door behind him. "Get ready for a fuckin', mama, a good
hard screwin'. You ain't gonna be able to piss for a week!"
Lindy stumbled over her own feet, regained her balance and shrank back against the far
wall. She watched as the biker shrugged off his leather jacket, unbuttoned his flanned
shirt and pulled it from his Levi's. As it slipped off his shoulders and floated to his
jacket on the floor, Lindy saw his thick-muscled arms, his heavy coating of body fur
covering his chest, and felt a strange thrill of fear shoot through her body. Unlike her
former terror, this new sensation was doing something odd to her body. Tiny electric
shocks were rippling up and down her thighs as she flexed her buttocks instinctively,
rubbing them against the rear wall of the equipment room. The odor of all that sweat
had triggered something inside the trembling blonde teen. Her hands were shaking.
Nervously Lindy rubbed her sweaty palms against her skirt, trying to regain control of
herself. No, if she were going to be raped, at least she could try to fight him off. At least
she'd have her self-respect.
"And you want it too, don't you, babe?" Mike said, flipping open the top of his Levi's
and sneering at her.
His words slashed her pride. How did he know? How could he tell that a tickling,
burning itch was tormenting her pussy? Her cunt felt very hot and very, very wet! As
she moved her hips the smooth slick surfaces rubbed against one another. Hot juices
seeped out, wetting down the crotch panel of her nylon panties.
"No, no, stop it! Get away from me!" the girl sobbed, looking at the floor. Shame made
her face burn. Ohhh, how hot her flesh was, how tight her pussy was getting! And the
biker seemed to know what she was feeling. She glanced up and saw that sneer
broadening. Yes, he knew, he knew what she was feeling down there between her white
shivering legs!
Lindy felt so shaky. This was so horrible. The blonde teen felt helpless, insignificant
under the hot gaze of the half-naked biker. And what was worse, she could smell herself
now, smell the pungent odor of her cunt juice flowing from her fuck slit and trickling
down her legs. And if she could smell it, Lindy knew Mike was inhaling the musky
odor as well.
"Don't worry. I ain't gonna fuck you on the concrete," Mike said, moving over to the
left wall and pulling a large eight-by-ten tumbling mat from the wooden pegs. He
dropped it to the floor with a thud, standing at one end and rubbing his crotch with
both hands. When Mike pressed the faded material of his Levi's against his swelling
cockshaft, Lindy could easily see the thick, long outline of that organ. Her eyes widened
while she felt her knees turn to rubber. Lindy leaned heavily against the wall for
support.
"Come here," Mike said, stretching out one hand and curling his fingers.
"No," Lindy whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. The fears of her late childhood
stood in front of her – a nameless, almost faceless sexual terror threatening her.
Another shock of fear shot through her confused mind. The flesh along her thighs
crawled as Mike took a step closer, his hand still stretched out, beckoning her to come
forward.
Lindy stood firm, her lower jaw slackening while a steady moan of terror came from
between her hps. The sweat on his face made his flesh glisten in the dull yellowish
light. Lindy watched as his forehead wrinkled and the skin around his dark eyes
tightened. Mike hadn't shaved for a day or so, a fact the girl guessed wasn't too unusual
with his type.
"Yeah, honey, you're gonna be beggin' me for more, gonna cry when I stick this cock
up your snatch," Mike said in a thickening voice.
The biker was a big man, his body seeming to fill the tiny room. He kept moving
toward her. Then suddenly she felt him put a heavy palm on her right shoulder. Mike
stared at her, his eyes glittering with excitement. What was he going to do now? All
sorts of ideas flashed through the girl's "mind as he tightened his grip on her, then
shoved backward.
"Ohhhhh!"
Lindy's head struck the wall. She sucked in her breath, afraid of the man.
"I ain't gonna hurt you too much," Mike said, chuckling as Lindy slid down the wall to
the floor, holding her head and moaning softly with pain. The biker unbuckled his
broad leather belt, unsure whether he wanted to use it now against her or wait. He'd
promised his buddies they'd have a shot at the girl. What kind of condition would she
be in if he worked her over with the belt before fucking her? "Sit up," he growled.
When she hesitated he reached down, curling several strands of her hair around his
fingers. He jerked up and forward, forcing her face to strike the side of his high-topped
motorcycle boot.
"Uhhhghhhh!"
Lindy's terror spun around in her head, mingling with rising confusion and excitement
until the girl didn't know what was happening. When her mouth struck the side of his
boot her lip cracked. All she knew at this point was that she could taste something
warm and salty. Oh, she was bleeding! The blonde teen let out a scream, pulling away
from the big man, then screaming again when she felt several strands of her hair tear
from her scalp. The horror of what she was now a part of surged through her.
"That's it, baby, keep fightin'. Man, I don't like chicks who spread 'em and let it go. I
like a fighter," Mike growled.
The young biker let her go, backing away while raising one hand. He let her retreat
back to the wall. Lindy rubbed her head where the hair had been pulled out, cringing
under the threatening hand.
"Man, you're somethin' else," he said, grinding his teeth together as the blonde teen
trembled on the mat. She curled her legs under her firm buttocks, turning halfway from
the young man as his hand came down. Lindy tried to flatten herself even further,
drawing herself into a tight little ball. The sound of the slap mixed with her quavering
outcry, echoing through the Pavilion.
"AOOOEIYEE!"
The force of that blow made her head throb. Her head snapped back, striking the wall
again.
"Come on," Mike said. His breath stank with tobacco and stale beer.
Lindy whimpered again. The smell of his Levi's and the knowledge that he would be
brutal without thinking twice about it terrified and excited her. What was this sexual
thrill building up between her legs whenever she thought of the terrors facing her?
Mike let her cry for a second. But then the excitement in the small equipment room
began to build.


Chapter 2

"Oh God, God!" Lindy cried softly, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of
her hand.
"That's it, honey, pray while I fuck the shit outta you," Mike snorted.
Lindy heard some sounds outside – loud disco music. There were people out there
having a good time, skating around the Pavilion, laughing loudly without a care in the
world while she was being degraded and raped only a few feet away. If only she could
scream loudly enough for them to hear!
Mike slapped her again with an open hand. As she screamed the biker knelt down and
jerked her legs apart. He was pawing her thighs, running his callused fingers up and
down her silky flesh, pinching her skin at times hard enough to make her squeal and
try to snap her legs together. The young man grabbed the hem of her skirt and rolled
the garment up, up beyond her panties to her waist. He glanced at the growing dark
wet spot on her crotch panel and smiled. He knew, he knew she was hot, ready for a
fucking in spite of what she cried out.
"No, no," Lindy still moaned. But even she didn't believe her words any longer. She
found it getting harder to breathe. Her chest tightened more while her mouth became
as dry as cotton. Flexing her thigh muscles, the young blonde teen subtly moved her
hips from side to side, feeling her wet cuntal walls rubbing against one another. It was
so good she had to let out a little gasp of delight. Closing her eyes, Lindy tried to fight
down that overpowering feeling. It was no good.
"Oh baby, you're hot enough to fry my cock, ain'tcha?" Mike whispered, his eyes
narrowing as his smile faded. He was as consumed with lust as she was.
"NOOOOO!"
Mike had curled his fingers around the elastic waistband of her nylon panties. With one
sharp tug he slid the briefs over her hipbones, down her thighs, past her knees and
finally off her ankles. A cool blast of air against her hot swollen cuntlips told Lindy she
was completely exposed to the young man now.
"Ohhhhh, good hot pussy," Mike said quietly. He slid his fingers back up her thighs,
stopping just short of touching her pussylips.
Lindy didn't know what to make of her reaction.
She was so hot. The room seemed to close in on her, suffocate her with its hot, humid
air. She fought for her breath as the young biker toyed with her mind. One minute the
girl wished she could rip off his face, claw his eyes out then scramble to her feet for
safety. The next she wanted his mouth on her thighs, bruising her muscles, sucking her
dripping pussy. Oh, what terrible thoughts she was having! Her worst enemy, it
appeared, was herself!
"Let's see just how hot you are," Mike said, shoving his right hand suddenly over her
cuntal mound. The touch combined with the pressure knocked the wind out of the
blonde teen. Lindy jerked straight, her mouth forming a wide O while her eyes bulged
from their sockets. She let out a long gasp of air, her body shivering with unspeakable
shock and delight. A river of pussy oil gurgled out of her fuck slot and slicked down the
biker's probing fingers. Lindy found her voice and cried with fear and ecstasy, closing
her eyes and turning her face away. Mike squeezed his fingers down harder, relaxed,
then squeezed down again, milking the soft, furry mound.
Lindy couldn't stand it. She cried out again and again for him to stop it. Instead of
obeying, however, Mike shoved one thumb in her snatch. The blonde teen cried out,
snapping her head back so hard it struck the wall again and nearly knocked her
unconscious.
"AIYEEEEEE!"
The next move shocked her. Mike grunted, satisfied she was hot and wet enough for
fucking. Then he jammed his thumb in at an angle, finding her swollen clit and
crushing it under his nail.
Lindy shrieked until he took his thumb away. Her breathing had become labored and
raspy, her face streaked with rivulets of sweat. Panting now, her neck veins distended,
the girl fought to keep back another agonizing cry. Lindy didn't want this animal to
know just how much pain and pleasure he was inflicting on her.
Mike chuckled, pushing his thumb in again, then pulling it out with a muted sucking
noise. Stretching out one hand he threw her back on the mat, unable to wait any
longer.
"No, don't, I'm not ready. Oh please don't," Lindy cried, trying to scramble to her feet.
But Mike was too fast, knocking her flat on the mat once more and throwing himself
on top of her.
The young blonde woman pulled her hands free and tried to claw his face with her
fingernails.
"Feisty little slut, ain'tcha?" he said, pleased that Lindy was struggling under him so
violently. Once the girl had managed to wrench her left hand temporarily from his grip
and dig her nails into Mike's cheeks.
The biker let out a howl of surprise and pain, jerking his head back while gripping the
offending hand.
"Little bitch," he muttered, shaking the few droplets of blood that oozed from the four
long marks on his face. "Let's see how fuckin' wild you're gonna be with a dick up your
cunt."
Lindy felt Mike pull her arms high above her head, pressing the backs of her hands
against the mat while he forced her knees farther apart with his legs. She could feel the
hot, bulging faded Levi material pressing against her moist cuntal mound. Lindy
shivered, wallowing her shoulders against the rough material under her. The biker was
whispering awful things to her, telling the terrified woman how big he was and how he
was going to cripple her permanently with his fat prong.
Lindy listened to those terrible words, feeling the temperature between her legs rise to
an incredible level. The rough touch of his hands and legs, his muscular weight
squeezing the air from her lungs, the sensation of his heavy breath blowing against her
face and neck fanned the flames of desire burning around her clit. Lindy wanted Mike
now, wanted him more than anything else in the world. All thoughts of keeping her
cherry for the man she'd marry evaporated under the heat of the moment.
Mike could tell her fighting was over. She pulled less and less against his fingers,
moving her thighs in soft, undulating movements while gasping through her mouth.
Lindy's eyes glazed over while rivulets of sweat streaked her face and arms.
"Yeah," he whispered, letting go of the girl, rolling back, and standing up shakily.
Lindy focused her eyes, letting them race to his crotch just as the thick purple cockhead
flew out from the teeth of his opened zipper. Mike was shoving his trousers down to his
ankles then stepping from them, his nine-inch dick swinging to one side and banging
against his thick-muscled thighs while he pulled off first one boot, then the other.
Lindy felt her body flash red hot as she watched Mike strip. He was all muscle and
body hair. The young biker smiled, knowing the girl was admiring him, and was awed
by the size of his cock. As if reading her mind he moved one hand down to his crotch
and fondled his fat, high-riding balls.
"Lots of jizz in that for you, baby. Man, you're gonna be swimmin' in cum by the time
this mother cuts loose in your snatch," Mike whispered, excited by his own words.
Lindy half rose, dug her elbows into the soft mat and began sliding backward while her
wide eyes still focused on his cunt-splitter.
He'll kill me with that thing! Lindy thought to herself as she scooted backward
instinctively.
"Touch it, baby. Go on, reach up and touch it," Mike said, walking up toward her.
Lindy couldn't believe he said that. Touch that... thing? Her face reddened with shame
and she scooted back a few more inches before her back touched the rear wall. There
was nowhere for her to run. She was trapped with Mike standing spread-legged a few
feet in front of her. Lindy rolled her eyes up and saw him jacking off, curling the fingers
of one hand around his thick cock and slowly working the tight-fitting outer skin
around the steely-ore. At times clear droplets of something oozed from a slit at the tip
of his shaft.
"Touch it or I'll beat the shit outta you," Mike threatened, tapping his fingers against
his bare thighs.
Lindy remembered how the last few blows stunned her. Reluctantly the girl reached up
with her right hand, the whitened knuckles barely brushing the biker's dick.
"Yeah, that's it baby, come on grab it!"
With that he took her hand, forced it open, then curled her fingers around his
throbbing rod. Lindy had never felt anything quite like it before! It was so hot, so hard,
and yet gave way slightly under her pressure. When she squeezed down, the girl could
feel his dick reacting with a series of spasms. At times she swore she could feel the
blood rushing to the purplish head still dripping that clear fluid.
"Oh, shit, yeah, move your fuckin' fingers back and forth," Mike said, taking her by the
wrist and demonstrating what he wanted.
Lindy complied, now fascinated by what she was doing. She felt a slippery coating of
cock juice begin to wet down her fingers. Her body was trembling. Her cunt was hot
and slippery, more juice frothing out from her slit and wetting down her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the girl moaned, feeling a little dizzy with lust. Her pussy was growing
hotter and wetter while her nipples were driving her crazy. She fought for breath as the
stiffening nipples scratched against her bra. She felt her panties sticking uncomfortably
to the matted wet hairs of her cunt and hunched her hips back and forth in soft,
fucking motions. Oh, what was happening to her? How could she let herself feel like
this?
"Easy, baby, easy," Mike whispered, knocking her hand away from his cock. "Baby, you
take to this like a duck to water," he sneered, holding tightly onto his cock until the last
series of spasms passed. "You almost made me shoot off in your fuckin' face. I don't
wanna lose my load that easy."
Mike threw himself on top of her once more, jerking her blouse out of her skirt, then
tearing it open and ripping it from her shoulders. The sound of all that tearing made
Lindy scream and thrash once more under the young man. She beat her fists wildly
against his chest, only making Mike laugh at her futile efforts.
"Sure, baby, keep on screamin' if it feels better. Man, it's a fuckin' turn-on to me," he
admitted, moving his hands in from her shoulders until his fingers cupped her bra.
Lindy waited breathless, feeling the pressure of his hands against her nipples. Ohhhh,
how wildly her heart was beating as her pulse raced through her body. Then, with one
move, he pulled the cups apart, discarding her bra to one side.
"Ohhhhh!" Lindy cried, feeling his fingers milking her naked tits. Her cries of fear
quickly turned to moans of delight, however, the momment Mike began licking her
boobs. How good it felt to have his tongue slurping up and down her swollen tits while
his thumbs flicked over her long, stiff nipples.
Once, she'd let a boy at school take off her bra and play with her tits. How deliciously
evil, she thought they both were in the woods. It was a hot day and she was feeling
adventurous. Of course, Lindy had had no intention of letting him go further, even
though she knew instinctively he was planning to fuck her. If he'd only been a little
more persistant, Lindy was sure he could have screwed her. Oh, how sensitive her
nipples were, and how her body reacted when that wonderful tongue sanded over and
over across her tit tips!
"MMMMMMMM!" the girl moaned, working the backs of her legs and thighs against
the mat.
The girl held her breath when she felt Mike's thick lips brush across the taut, dark red
nipple of her right tit. She felt his front teeth moving up and down over that sensitive
nubbin while he flicked his tongue over and over the surrounding flesh. The young
blonde teen flexed her butt muscles, prancing her ass wildly over the mat. The sounds
of her flesh squeaking over the rubbery material excited Lindy more. She was so wet
down there between her legs, soaked with cunt juice and perspiration. At times the girl
could feel droplets of sweat dripping from Mike's body onto hers.
"YES, OH GOD, YES!" she screamed, digging the back of her head into the soft mat
while raising her ass slightly off the mat and moving it around in small circles. She felt
his front teeth nibbling on the hard nipple while his tongue lashed back and forth over
the sensitive bud. Her body shivered, jerked and twitched under the young biker. The
sounds of his mouth sucking on her tit filled the room, mixing with the teen's constant
moans of delight.
"Baby, you're one hot little slut, know that?" Mike said, pulling away from one nipple,
then driving back down and sucking on the other.
Lindy felt herself spinning around in a whirl of wild sexual delight. Bright lights
popped off in front of her while she moved her body like a snake across the tumbling
mat.
"Oh, fuck, fuck!" It was the first time she'd ever used that terrible, obscene word
publicly. Her mother had once washed out her mouth with soap when she overheard
her daughter mutter it in anger. Now she was whispering it to a stranger, begging him
to go further.
Mike kept on with his tit licking, then pulled away while moving his hands up and
down over her narrow hips. His touch down there excited Lindy terribly. She breathed
through her flared nostrils with wheezing, whistling sounds, waiting for his next move.
"OH!"
She felt his hands crawl over her shivering white flesh, toying with the wiry cunt hairs
until they were touching her puffy outer cuntlips. Every nerve ending in the region
stood on end, throbbing with sexual delight. She felt him circle her fuzzy cuntal mound
with his hands, then move them in over her dripping slit.
"YES!" she nearly shouted, arching her body over the mat. Mike was rubbing her
pussylips against one another, working their wet rubbery edges together, milking out
more and more cunt juice. At times he dipped his forefinger into her hot hole, relieving
the almost unbearable ache gripping her clit.
"You ain't never done this before, eh? Sheeit, you're a Goddamned liar!" Mike sneered.
"Never, never," she panted back, unable to defend herself.
"Sure, yeah," Mike said, scraping his jagged fingernails over the sensitive cunt. Lindy
thought she was going to die from pleasure. She could focus on nothing except the
tight, wonderful feeling gripping her pussy. The entire world seemed to have buckled
into her cunt. Her ass moved up and down the mat, her legs scissoring around the
biker's lower back while her crotch fucked up and down against Mike's probing fingers.
"Fuck, fuck," Lindy repeated, a string of drool oozing from one corner of her mouth.
"You bet I'm gonna fuck you," Mike said, inching backward a bit. He rubbed his hands
lovingly, slowly on either side of her pussy as he moved his head down, down until his
mouth was even with her pussy.
Lindy could feel his breath blowing through her tangled cuntal thicket. That teasing
light touch drove her mad! She groaned through her teeth, rolling her head from side to
side while clawing the mat under her. What was he doing? Oh God, was he going to
leave her hanging like this?
Mike was watching her, waiting for the moment when her sexual tension would be
excruciating. When the girl was almost crying from the increasing heat and tension, he
dropped his head.
Lindy's body stiffened, her mouth dropping open. A rush of air between her lips passed
for a scream of surprise when she felt his lips touch her cuntlips. She felt his fingers
press against her inner thighs and push them farther apart while he nuzzled through
the tight curls on her pussy. He was sticking out his tongue, touching the hot edges of
her bloated cuntlips, lapping up the thick fluid. Teasingly he lightly touched her pussy
lips, sucking briefly, then backing away as the girl began to hunch back.
"No, oh God, nooooo," she moaned softly. Mike's mouth closed over her pussy. He
sank his teeth gently into the swollen, flesh lips, jamming his pointed tongue into her
snatch. Lindy thrashed and twisted her ass up to his face when she felt his tongue
scrape across her pussy. Ohhh, it was as if she were being touched all over with live
electric wires! Her tits jiggled from the violent motions of her body while sweat made
her flesh glisten as if it were oiled. The girl locked her legs around his neck and shoved
his face against her bucking cunt in a wild fever of lust.
"Man, can't take this no longer. Gotta fuck you," Mike said, pushing her legs off his
shoulders and sliding back up to her.
Lindy turned her face away from him and closed her eyes as she felt Mike settling down
between her legs. Tears oozed out from under her lashes as she felt his hard, hot dick
edge up her thighs toward her pussy.


Chapter 3

Mike looked down and saw the sheen of sweat on her tits and upper chest. He towered
above her, his hot dick inches away from the furry slit stilldripping with moisture.
Lindy felt so moist and hot down there. Oh, how she wished she could control herself,
fight down that awfully good feeling making her pussy throb like an opened wound.
The wet mess between her legs was draining her of all strength and will. She bobbed
her ass around in circles while Mike toyed with her pussy, spreading the bloated hps
apart, then letting them shrink back together as he rubbed her clit with the back of his
thumb. The young woman felt herself rushing toward climax, and he hadn't even stuck
anything up her cunt yet.
"Ohhhh!" Lindy moaned shamelessly, rocking her body from left to right. Her fingers
curled, clawing the soft tumbling mat under her. She was so close to coming...
maddeningly slowly, furiously. It was a wild, ecstatic torture. She could feel her calves
cramping. Lindy dug her heels frantically against the mat.
"Gonna fuck you, babe, fuck you," Mike repeated more to himself than to Lindy.
"Now, oh yes, now!" Lindy urged.
Mike didn't need any further encouragement. Tossing his head he slipped down. She
could feel something hot and hard and stiff pressing against her outer pussylips. They
puckered in then unstuck and spread wide apart. A flash of chilly fire shot through the
girl's cunt, making her scream out and bang her heels against the sides of Mike's
muscular body.
"OHHHHH NOOOO!" Lindy cried, gasping with the wild feelings he was giving her.
She felt afraid as he shoved forward with his hips, shoving her back a few inches on the
mat while trying to drive more of his throbbing cockmeat into her pussy.
"Good and tight. Man, you're good and tight and fine!" Mike whispered, shaking the
sweat off his forehead and flexing his thighs again. Lindy grunted as three more inches
of dickshaft shoved into her. The blonde teen had never felt anything like this before in
her life! At times she'd played with herself in bed, feeling her silky inner cuntlips with
the tips of her fingers, even toying with her stiff little clit toward the end just before
coming. But this, this incredible stretching feeling, this sensation of being really filled
was maddening!
"No, don't, you'll hurt me," she cried with a terrified voice.
"Baby, lots of people been doin' this for a long time. It ain't gonna kill you," he
muttered in between pants.
Mike dragged his dick back a little, then shoved it forward again. Lindy shivered when
she felt his dickhead retreating. Her pussy walls contracted behind it, touching one
another again, only to be separated by the biker's advancing prick.
"MMMMMMMM!" Lindy moaned, pressing her lips tightly together and drinking in
the wild sensation of her cunt being stretched wide. Suddenly the ring of muscles
surrounding her outer pussy went tight, sending a shock of pain through the girl. She
stiffened, crying out for help. Tears rolled down from her eyelids again as she tried to
squirm out 'from under the heavy biker.
"Relax, baby," Mike grunted, feeling her pussy holding onto his dick hard. "Better relax,
'cause I'm gonna fuck you one way or the other. You can enjoy it or not."
Lindy concentrated, feeling the pressure build up between her legs. Gradually she felt
her muscles let go of their hold. Mike was easing his dick through the gushing hot folds
of her cunt once again. The juices gurgled out around the fat rod, slipping down into
her buttcrack and shitter.
The blonde teen began to wonder why on earth she'd protected herself these years
against fucking. Nothing terrible had happened. Of course, this biker wasn't typical of
the men she'd go to bed with. There was a good deal of terror and pain involved in this
rape. But still, how good it felt to have something that hot, hard, long and thick in her!
She hadn't died, and God hadn't come down from heaven with rods of lightning in
both hands. All she felt were her insides stretching out around the huge shaft. And
ohhh, what a delicious, wonderful sensation that was!
"Damn you are a virgin!" Mike said, his eyes lighting up with delight and surprise.
"I told you," Lindy cried back, feeling his dickhead pressing against the thin membrane
separating her from womanhood.
"Man, didn't think too many cunts were. Well, it's gonna be more fun 'n I thought,"
Mike muttered, drawing his cockhead back a few inches, flexing his thighs, then
shoving his rod back into her sloppy pussy hole.
Lindy felt his meat rushing through her snatch. It sent electrical shock waves through
her body as it headed toward her cherry like a guided missile. The blonde teen
wallowed her shoulders against the mat, digging her fingernails into the soft material
while tensing her body, waiting for the terrible tearing pain her mother had told her
would accompany that first fuck.
"Uhhhhhh!" Mike grunted, his dick bending at the middle. Lindy's cherry held firm
under his brutal attack. The young man shook his head violently from side to side,
sucking in air through his mouth with a whistling sound. He glared down at the
helpless blonde teenager, sweat trickling down the sides of his face and out from under
both arms. A shock of black hair hung over one eye.
Inhaling sharply Mike drew back again. Lindy shuddered, feeling her pussywalls close
together just behind the retreating hunk of meat. He pulled his dick out until only the
head remained in the small, sensitive area between her inner and outer hps. Mike let
his head fall, hunching his hips back and forth in rapid, jerky movements. Those quick
little fucking motions stimulated the nerve-rich cuntal mouth, making Lindy scream for
relief. She never thought her body could react this powerfully! The blonde humped
back, tilting her pussy upward at a sharp angle to increase that wonderful wet friction.
"Yeah, yeah," Mike whispered, closing his eyes and drinking in the incredible feeling.
Then suddenly the biker stopped his rapid mini-fucking and tensed his thighs once
more. Before Lindy realized it he was hammering his thick long cock back home. She
felt his dickhead slip rapidly through her tumid pussy, shoving aside the wet, trembling
cuntal walls, plummeting toward her cherry.
"NOOOOO!" Lindy cried, her eyelids fluttering open.
In an instant it was over. It had happened so quickly the girl had had little time to
prepare. There was the terrible pressure, followed by a sharp tearing sensation. There
was little of that awful pain her mother had warned her against. All Lindy knew was
that Mike's dick was sliding down, down into the hot moist depths of her pussy. The
sides of his cock were massaging the sore area of her cunt where her cherry had been.
"Oh no, no, no," Lindy moaned for her lost innocence. She felt Mike settling down on
her, his hairy chest and belly tickling her, making her nipples swell up even more,
making her pussy juice more intensely. Soon she felt the wiry hairs surrounding his fat
dickroot brushing against her slick pussy. Oh, he was all the way in her, all the way!
She thought about how long and thick he was and tried to imagine how deep his cock
had settled in her cunt. Lindy gulped, wondering if he would cause her any permanent
damage.
"Nice, nice," Mike whispered, smoothing his fingers over her face, then running them
over her tits, her thighs, her upper legs. What pain there had been from the ripping of
her cherry was gone now. Lindy didn't make a move. Mike was breathing heavily,
regaining his breath lost during the last act.
"Ohhhhh," Lindy sighed, feeling her pussy tighten and heat up again.
"Ready to fuck, eh?" he said, smiling down at her ironically. With that he started
stroking her again with long cock. He spread her legs farther apart with his knees,
splitting her open while sucking on her tits. Lindy thrashed as much as she could under
the heavy muscle man. His legs and chest pinned her flat to the mat. Her ass squeaked
over the wet mat covering while his cock trenched out gouts of pussy oil. Oh, how she
loved feeling the long hot dick gliding into her, soothing the raw sides of her cuntal
walls where her cherry had been.
"Ummmmm!" Lindy groaned, feeling his cock rubbing against the slick rounded
bottom of her clit now. He had shifted position, changing fucking angles, making sure
he was stimulating her. His hairy chest rubbed over her tits until every nerve ending
seemed to stand on end. She wanted all his dick now, wanted him stuffing her up with
dickmeat until it was coming out of her mouth. Her belly seemed to balloon with cock
as Mike increased the speed of his fucking. "Good?" he asked.
"Good, soooo good!" the girl moaned back, rolling her head from side to side.
Before Lindy knew it he was hammering his dick against her clit continually. The girl
groaned, pitching her body from left to right. He was fucking her harder and faster.
The scalding pleasure corkscrewed, becoming something so great the young woman
thought she'd die from pleasure. He rode her like a cowboy riding a wild mare, hugging
her sides with his knees, flexing his thighs and piercing her wild, untamed pussy with
his dick again and again.
Mike panted heavily, shaking the sweat that had rolled into his eyes and mouth off his
face. The two of them collided over and over as she started matching his feverish
pistoning with hunches of her own.
"Fuck, fuck, in, in," the girl cried with every forward thrust. The cries escaping from
Lindy's mouth were ones of greed and impatience. She was holding on to the big biker
tightly, pulling him hard against her body, slamming her belly into him, impaling her
cunt on his hard pole.
"Oh, OHHHHH!" Lindy screamed, her eyes widening. A chilly hot sensation raced
over her tight little pussy. The young woman screamed again and again, not believing
the incredible rush of feelings assailing her cunt at this second.
Mike roared out something that sounded like "coming." Lindy cried back, thrashing
like a wild animal under his merciless cock hammering. His balls slapped noisily
against the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks. The blonde teen let out one more cry,
that degenerated into strangled gurgling sounds as she struggled for breath. She was
coming!
"AIYEEEE!"
Brilliant multi-colored lights popped off in front of her. She felt her pussy walls
contract, then buckle in from the intense sexual heat. Her cunt was milking Mike's
dick, holding tightly onto it while the biker struggled for a last minute's control. It was
too late. With another roar the big man collapsed on top of the screaming teen, digging
his fingertips into her arms as he shot gouts of white-hot jizz into her pussy.
"NOOOOO!" Lindy shrieked, squeezing her buttocks together, relaxing, then
squeezing them again. She felt the jets of spunk scalding the sides of her pussy. Her
cuntal muscles cramped, constricting twice for every shot of jizz spattering her snatch.
The force of her powerful orgasm nearly knocked the young woman unconscious as she
clung to the large biker.
"Yeah, yeah, real nice," Mike commented breathlessly. He rocked his thighs back and
forth, rubbing his shooting cock along the full length of her clit. He watched as Lindy's
orgasm broke into another and finally a third series of spasms.
"Ohhhhhh!" Lindy gasped as the last ripple of climax swept over her pussy. With a
moan the girl closed her eyes and bit her lip. She'd done it! She'd let this stranger rape
her, tear out her cherry and fuck her. And how she loved it! How could she call it rape
when she encouraged him, caressed him, urged him on by scissoring her legs around
his back and humping hard against him? No, she couldn't fool him or herself.
The blonde teen sucked a lungful of air in, wondering what Mike was going to do with
her now that he'd finished fucking.
"Hey, Mike, Mike!"
It was Jack's voice. He sounded nervous as he knocked rapidly against the locked
equipment room door.
"Whatdaya want?" Mike growled, turning his head around, angry at the sudden
disturbance.
"It's the cops. I think they heard somethin'. They got two cars down by Nineteenth
Street," Jack said.
"Shit," Mike muttered, rubbing his chin with one hand while holding himself up with
the other. Lindy could still feel his dick throbbing inside her even though it had begun
to grow soft minutes ago. "Okay, you two come inside and close the door. Turn off the
fuckin' office lights, too."
Mike pulled his dick out of her pussy, sliding back onto his butt, then standing up
unsteadily.
"Man, you sure take the starch outta a dude," he commented, smiling wryly as he
stepped back into his Levi's and zipped up. Lindy lay on the mat, one hand covering
her still moist pussy. Streams of cum oozed from her slit now, mixed with her cunt
juice. She thought of how the big biker felt crawling on top of her, of how his hands
felt as they kneaded her tits, pinched her thighs, pressed against her cuntal mound.
Lindy knew she should be feeling outrage, anger, even hatred. But all she could feel was
a sensation of thanks – that and a wonderful warm glow that had settled over her body.
"What are you going to do?" the teen ventured to ask. Mike had already slid into his
flannel shirt and was buttoning it.
"Dunno exactly, except that I promised the other guys a crack at you," Mike said,
buttoning the cuffs and tucking his shirt into his pants.
Lindy's eyes widened. Her lower jaw dropped as she sat up and stared in disbelief at the
biker.
"No, no, you can't pass me around like... like some slave," she whispered in a tight
voice. This had to be some sort of nightmare. He'd raped her. Now it would be over.
He and his hoods would leave her to her shame and guilt.
"Sure. We do it all the time to cunts. Man, you ain't nothin' more 'n a piece of meat.
When we get tired of you, mama, then we'll let you go... maybe."
Lindy fought through the comfortable warm glow and forced herself to scramble to her
feet. The police, if Jack was right, were just outside. If only she could create enough
commotion they'd come in to investigate.
"HELP! HELP!" she screamed at the top of her voice, dashing past Mike and pounding
both fists frantically against the door. "I'M INSIDE HERE! HELP, HELP!"
"Stupid bitch!" Mike growled, grabbing her by the shoulders and tearing her away from
the door. He whirled her around, holding her with one hand while slapping her with
the other. He backhanded her, making her head jerk to the right. Lindy's long blonde
hair whipped across her face while her knees buckled.
"OHHHHH!" the blonde teen screamed, struggling in the tight, painful grip.
"Hey, man, what the fuck's goin' on in there?" Jack shouted from behind the door.
"Don't you know the cops are outside?"
"Yeah, we know, asshole. What do you think she screamed for?" he said, shaking her
angrily.
"Okay, me and Chuck are comin' in," he said, walking away for the moment.
"Baby, I ain't gonna fool around with you any more," Mike said, throwing her back and
shaking his fist angrily at the cringing teenager. "We been waitin' for this and we're
gonna take it. The more you try to fight us, baby, the more we're gonna pound you in
the fuckin' dirt. Now, you go along with it and you won't get hurt. Fight us, and man,
you're gonna have scars from this for a long time," Mike threatened.
Lindy could only imagine what scars he was talking about. He shoved her around the
room several more times, calling her all sorts of names. Once the girl stumbled, her
belly striking the edge of a small desk pushed to one side of the tiny room. Finally he
caught her by both shoulders, shaking her so violently her vision blurred.
"Mike, Mike, it's us. The cops left," Jack whispered.
"Yeah," he answered gruffly, pushing Lindy back. She staggered toward the rear of the
equipment room, finally tumbling over several overturned boxes of softballs. As the two
other gang members sauntered in, the girl reached out and grabbed for her skirt,
covering her tits and cunt with the torn material.
"Okay, man, she's yours," Mike indicated with a gesture, backing away and sitting
spread-legged on a box.
"Fuck, I don't want sloppy seconds," Jack said, running his fingers through his long
blond hair.
"Maybe she gives good head," Chuck suggested, shrugging his shoulders. This one was
the youngest of the three. Lindy saw he couldn't have been much older than she was.
His face looked clean, innocent, almost angelic. Chuck too had blond hair, although his
was almost whitish. From such an innocent-looking man Lindy couldn't believe the
suggestion she just heard.
"Man, she's so fuckin' horny she'd suck a shitty dick," Mike said, throwing back his
head and laughing at his own obscene remark.
"Yeah? Well maybe she'll like swingin' on this one," Jack muttered, unzipping his
trousers. Lindy scooted back, hugging the torn skirt to her tits.


Chapter 4

"Be real slow about it, baby. Make me think you really dig it." Jack's voice caught from
excitement as he unbuttoned his Levi's, then slipped them down to a position just
above his knees.
"No. I won't do it!" Lindy whispered defiantly through her clenched teeth. She sat
there, hugging the skirt to her naked body as Jack walked toward her. She focused her
eyes on the blond thicket of cock hairs surrounding his stiffening dick, on his fat balls
rolling forward with every step he took. The smell of his crotch washed over her face,
triggering a hot flash that seemed to singe her clit. Oh, how easily she was becoming
excited!
"Man, wonder if she can take two dicks in her mouth," Chuck muttered, running his
fingers back and forth over his bulging fly.
"Hey, saw that once down in San Diego. Some slut down at the Tradewinds got two
dicks in her mouth. Christ, we bet she couldn't close her fuckin' lips for a month!" Jack
said, chuckling as he scratched his hairy groin, then took another step toward Lindy.
"Don't, don't," she whispered, shaking her head from side to side.
The fat dickhead was only a few inches from her mouth. She sat there, her legs half
curled under her butt, paralyzed with fear and revulsion. Her eyes nearly crossed as she
kept on staring at his fat, thickly veined dick. When it nearly brushed over her hps the
girl flinched back, letting out a tiny cry of horror. The men laughed at her reaction.
"Come on, baby, you're gonna like it. Better 'n chewin' gum," Chuck said, playing with
his growing dick through his Levi's.
Lindy darted her eyes from one gang leader to the other. Both Jack and Chuck were big
men, thickly built like their leader Mike. But unlike him they could have passed for
college football players – relatively cleanly shaven, square chinned, neatly combed hair,
handsome, almost delicate facial features. Only when they opened their mouths did
Lindy realize what and who they were.
"Grab it. Feel it," Jack said, reaching down and gripping her chin between his fingers.
Lindy winced, smelling the odor of gasoline reeking from his palm. He squeezed her
jaws hard, forcing her lips apart. The girl cried out in pain, sucking in air through her
nose while still trying to edge away from the advancing dick.
"No, oh God, no," she whimpered in a tiny voice.
Jack squeezed harder until her mouth formed a broad circle.
"You heard me, grab it and feel it," he growled, hunching forward and pressing his
cockhead against her forehead.
Lindy shivered at the hot touch of that ugly thing. Somehow, she told herself, she'd
have to muster the courage to swallow it. The pain in her jaws was terrible! Reluctantly
Lindy moved her hands up and took the monster dick in both hands. The hot weight
warmed her palms. She stared at the big dick, feeling it move in her hands, actually
throb when she slipped her fingers up and down over his cockshaft. How could she
take that massive thing between her lips and suck on it? Once more she posed that
question to herself while Jack moaned above her.
"Okay, baby, you stared at it long enough. I wanna feel them hps close around my
dick," he whispered.
"Maybe she needs a little inspiration," Chuck said, unzipping his trousers while still
keeping them buttoned.
Lindy glanced to the right and saw him fish out his semi-rigid cock, jerking his fingers
up and down until it stood out from his groin – dark pink, gnarled with veins and
covered with thick blond pubic hair. The dark purple dome glowed like a burning coal,
just as Jack's dick.
"What you gonna do?" Jack asked, angry that his concentration was broken into.
"Hey, Mike, c'mon and help us," Chuck said, leaning over to the leader and whispering
something in his ear. Lindy watched as the big dark-haired biker's hps curled slowly
into a smile. He nodded iij agreement.
"What?" Lindy asked in a trembling voice. Jack had backed away, holding tightly onto
his throbbing prick. The blonde teenager wanted to run from the approaching men. But
all she could do was whimper and hold that torn skirt tightly to her body.
Mike ripped the garment from her, throwing it into one corner, then taking her by
both arms and drawing the girl up to him tightly.
"You ain't got no choice in what's goin' on. I told you that before, and I'm gonna tell
you that now. So just shut up and enjoy." Lindy instinctively knew he and the others
liked having her cry out, enjoyed listening to her moans, laughed with pleasure every
time she screamed out in pain or indignation. It was part of their game. And what was
becoming slowly evident to the girl, it was part of hers too!
Chuck had meanwhile rolled onto the mat, drawing his legs together while stroking his
cock slowly. He greased down the long thick shaft with the pre-cum that was oozing
freely from his dickhead.
"Squat, baby. Go on and swallow up that dick in your pussy," Mike said, carrying her
to the mat, raising her above the young blond biker, then dropping her down.
Lindy stared at Chuck, watching him jerking off under her. It was humiliating! She had
never felt so shamed, so degraded before in her life. She looked down at her naked
body, completely exposed in front of these men! One of them had raped her, torn her
cherry from her. And now she was being held up to their ridicule, forced to squat down
and take another man up her cunt! It was almost too much for her to bear. She stood
there, her arms hugging her chest, her body shivering both from the cold and outrage.
"Hey, baby, come on down. Water's fine," Chuck said in a thick voice, kicking her
ankles lightly.
"Down, bitch, down," Mike growled, placing both hands on her shoulders as he stood
behind her, his legs widely spread apart on either side of the mat for balance.
Lindy couldn't resist his strength. She groaned, feeling her knees buckling slowly under
the pressure. She knelt down, feeling Chuck's hands as they smoothed over her calves,
the backs of her legs, and finally her inner thighs. Once she brushed the bottom
junction of her'pussylips and she was surprised as the positive violent reaction that light
touch triggered! The muscles stirred, tightening, relaxing, actually creating a milking
action that made the girl gasp with pleasure.
"Whoooeee, she's a hot 'un," Chuck said, glancing up and watching her furry mound
move. She was squatting over him now, her knees fully bent while his dick was inches
away from her cunt. Mike hit her on the back with his knees and told her to move
forward while Chuck held his fat rigid cock with both hands.
Lindy shivered, throwing back her head and closing her eyes. She could feel his
cockhead rubbing over the sensitive narrow ribbon of flesh separating her cunt from
her asshole. He was greasing down that area with his pre-cum, breathing heavily while
telling her what he was going to do to her. Meanwhile Jack moved around to a position
over his buddy on the mat. He stepped out of his Levi's, then placed his feet on either
side of Chuck's head.
The blonde teen felt her leg muscles cramping from the position she was in. She tried
sliding one foot forward and nearly lost her balance. Her arms shot out as she rocked
back and forth.
"In she goes," Chuck said, grabbing the girl by one arm and hauling her forward while
squeezing his hairy butt up.
Lindy let out a cry of wild delight. That scream had to come from someone else, she
thought to herself, still squatting over the prone blond biker. It sounded like the cry of
a wounded animal. And yet the hoarseness in her throat told the girl that no, she had
let out that shameless bellow. It was a cry of delight, of sexual satisfaction. With one
mighty shove Chuck had buried his dickmeat into her swampy pussy. The fat outer
cuntlips had unstuck, parted, then closed tightly over the invading ten-inch hunk of
meat.
For several seconds Lindy squatted, not daring to make one move. Chuck started
undulating his hips, rocking them from side to side, gouging her slick pussy walls with
his hot rod. Slowly the girl relaxed as the big man hugged her slim body against him.
How odd it was to be on top and have a man's dick in you! Even though Lindy had
been fucked only once, she'd heard stories about men on top, women on the bottom.
Never before had anyone told her*about this position! It was so strange, so weird, and
yet so delightful. Oh, what a slut she was turning into, actually enjoying the perversity
forced onto her.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried. Chuck held her tightly by the thighs, showing her the movements
she had to make to satisfy him. The girl rocked her body forward so his dick would pull
out of her clinging cuntal tube. The noise, the slick sucking noise of their fucking made
her shudder with hot delight. She could feel the wetness of her flowing juices as
Chuck's dickhead pulled floods of it back through the hot little hole and out to run in
gurgling, steamy rivers down her buttocks. And yet, no matter how much of it trickled
out, there was more to take its place.
Jack had watched silently long enough. He moved forward, holding his dick in both
hands, bending it down and pointing the head tight at her mouth.
"I told you to swing on this before, baby. I ain't changed my mind. While you fuck him
you're gonna take this mother in your mouth and suck," he growled.
Lindy turned her head away while Chuck hunched up and down, trenching out her
tight little hole. She wished she could have told herself she felt the same about sucking
that cock. But her increasing sexual heat had changed her mind. Now the idea of
sucking a man's dick excited her. It was an adventure, something she'd never thought
that much about. But it was something that was now occupying her mind.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Chuck moaned under her.
Lindy rolled her ass around, now having settled all the way down on him. She felt the
heft of his dick pressing against her insides. Without even thinking, she bent her knees
up alongside Chuck's humping body. This way she could control her fucking and
sliding movements. How quickly she was becoming an expert at fucking! That thought
made her cheeks flush with shame. But a series of pre-orgasmic spasms drove out the
last shred of modesty.
"Take it," Jack muttered, wiping his dickhead over her lower, pouting lip.
Lindy had no choice. She puckered her hps and bent forward toward the massive dick.
Her hair spilled over her face as she opened up wide.
"Uhhhh, yeah," the blond biker moaned. He bent his knees, struggling to keep from
pitching forward as Lindy caught his dick between her lips and sucked hard. Her
cheeks caved in from the vacuum created in her mouth while she moved her tongue
slowly back and forth over the throbbing sides of his prong.
His dick strained her jaws, forcing her mouth to open even wider as he slipped inch
after inch into her. Lindy choked as a spasm shot through his dick. She tasted the
bitter, salty pre-cum.
"Slow, baby, slow. I don't wanna shoot right now," Jack cautioned, pistoning his cock
back and forth at a gradual pace. He looked down, watching his dick disappear into the
girl's mouth and puff out her cheeks, then pull out all slick and glistening from her
saliva.
Linda moved her head forward and back, supporting the weight of his dick on her
tongue. His thighs tensed while his dick seemed to grow even larger and hotter. Trying
something new, Lindy reached up with one hand and brushed her fingertips along the
underside of his balls. The big man swallowed hard, his nuts rising higher and pressing
against his groin.
"Oh man, man, man," Jack moaned, his head rolling from side to side. His fingers were
in her hair, twisting the strands around while he muttered wailing sobs and choked
obscenities to the young woman.
Lindy felt her sexual heat rise even higher from the sucking spree. Her clit ached, a riot
of needle-sharp sensations. Oh, how shamelessly good it was for something to be filling
her cunt now!
"Go for it, bitch, go for it!" Chuck whispered tightly, raising his head and looking up,
watching his buddy's dick slide faster and faster in and out of the girl's mouth.
Lindy's ass was moving like a wild animal. She had no control over herself at all. At
times her ass was poised high in the air, holding it there, snapping her head back and
letting out cries of unholy delight. She couldn't stop the convulsions in her pussy, the
rhythmic milking of the muscles around her dripping fuck slit. Her snatch tightened,
released, then tightened all over again. Each time it clamped down on Chuck's cock, the
young woman felt the smooth surfaces of her pussy stroke him closer to orgasm.
"Uhhh, oh, unnghhhhh!" Lindy groaned, riding his dick like a horse on a merry-goround. 
She knew she wasn't as close as Chuck was. How strange this all was! She was
actually thinking of this biker splitting her body in two as a lover. All thoughts of trying
to escape or hurt her tormentors left the girl. Now her body needed him there. Lindy
thought she could lose her mind if she couldn't have that hot, heavy shaft trapped by
her hot cunt.
"Yeah, oh yeah, fuck, fuck," Chuck grunted. "Christ, she's gonna make me pop in a
sec."
"Hold back, man, and we'll hit her at the same time," Jack said, sawing his cock in and
out of her mouth at a faster pace.
Lindy could taste more of that salty, bleachy-tasting fluid oozing from Jack's cockhead.
How would it feel to have both men firing their jizz into her? The thought of being
inundated with that hot white spunk made Lindy's body slide up and down the biker's
rod faster.
"Ummmmmffff!" Lindy cried. Something more was happening inside her body now.
She could feel the huge rod inside her increase its throbbing. It was actually jerking
with a raging fury her cunt brought to it. Each time her cuntal folds slipped over his
cockhead, Chuck's dick danced furiously inside. His cock was only halfway inside her
now, and Lindy could feel the ridge along its underside, that tube where the hot cum
would soon shoot through.
"Now, ohhhh fuck, now," Chuck whispered through his teeth.
"Man, hold back, just a few seconds, hold back," Jack warned.
He closed his eyes, holding tightly onto the sides of Lindy's head while bending his
knees and pistoning his cock faster and faster into her mouth. Lindy felt Jack's dickhead
hitting the back of her throat regularly now while his balls slapped against her chin. He
was grunting like a stuck pig, twisting his hips, shoving her cheeks out with his fat rod.
His cockhairs tickled the insides of her nostrils.
"NOW, NOW!" Jack shouted with a bellow.
"Yeah, man, yeah!" Chuck answered in a strangled cry.
Lindy opened her mouth as widely as she could. Jack was fucking powerfully in and out
of her mouth. His body stiffened for a second, then pitched forward. He rubbed his
groin against her face while shooting out strong jets of cum against the back of her
tongue, against her cheeks, bathing the insides of her mouth with that slimy fluid.
Jack was coming in her mouth! He had his dick buried almost down her throat. She
could feel the power of his body as his dick spat out the bleachy-tasting jizz. Then the
girl felt the dizzying storm of her own climax explode. She closed her lips tightly
around the jerking dick and sucked hard. His rod pulsed crazily as more cum flooded
out. Lindy swallowed and swallowed again, feeling the sticky globs clinging together in
her throat. She could smell them as some cum oozed from the corners of her mouth.
"FUCK!" Chuck cried under her, holding tightly onto her boyish hips while slapping
his buttocks against the tumbling mat. Lindy could feel his cock firing off its thick load.
Two dicks, both of them shooting cum into her! Lindy had a difficult time keeping her
sanity. She bounced like a puppet up and down off Chuck's hairy groin while
swallowing Jack's full load. She didn't know how long the fiery storm lasted in her cunt.
When it was over Jack backed away, pulling his flaccid dick from her mouth and
wiping the tip over her lips.
"Ohhhh, you're killing me."
Her words sounded funny. She realized steamy strings of cum were dripping from her
chin. Jack hunched his thighs up again. Lindy caught his cock in her thin hands so she
could get her mouth around it again. As the tip grazed her front teeth another glob of
jizz shot but onto her flicking tongue.
"Christ, she's somethin' else," Jack muttered, pulling his dick away from the girl a
second time and shaking it clean.
"Yeah. But shit, we gotta get outta this fuckin' place before the cops come in," Chuck
said nervously sliding out from under Lindy. The blonde teen toppled over onto her
side, curling up into a fetal position while wiping the excess jizz from her mouth and
chin. How lovely it had all been. How dangerously experimental Lindy had felt even
now, when the excitement of what she'd been doing faded. None of her friends would
have dreamed of fucking two men at once, especially strangers! Her entrapment had
helped her. She had had no choice.
"Okay, baby, we're leavin'. You don't call no one and don't know nothin', understand?"
Mike said, swaggering up to her and chucking her under the chin. Lindy rolled her lust
heavy eyes up and him and nodded in silent agreement.
"Good. She ain't so dumb a cunt after all. Come on," Mike said with a wave of his
hand. The others followed, giving the still prone lady a last look, then disappearing out
of the Pavilion.
The blonde teen lay there for several seconds, her hands over her mouth, tears rolling
down her cheeks as she thought of the horror she'd just been a part of.


Chapter 5

"Miss Caffy! Miss Caffy, the parade's going to start!"
Lindy glanced up from her mound of papers and saw an eight-year-old girl running
breathlessly into her office. The bright sunlight streaming in through the door made her
narrow her eyes as she looked inquisitively at the child.
"The parade!" the girl said, her eyes wide with disbelief that Lindy couldn't understand
what she was talking about.
"Oh, yes, the bathing-beauty contest," Lindy said, smiling back at the excited girl.
"They're coming around the corner. Don't you wanna see them?" the girl asked, her
eyes growing wider as she reached out and took Lindy by the hand.
The blonde teen smiled. This was Venice's seventy-fifth birthday, and the city of Los
Angeles had decided to celebrate it that summer with parades, contests and every sort of
publicity stunt imaginable. Lindy and her boss had been swamped with work during
the past month, a blessing for the girl who still had to deal with her shameful
acquiescence in that terrible rape.
Instead of analyzing her actions and thoughs of that fateful evening, Lindy buried
herself in work, taking on responsibilities even her boss said were unnecessary. The girl
planned activities with the police, the fire department, the Department of Parks and
Recreation, and other public offices. Most employees of the city were impressed with
her hard work, wondering if she were secretly campaigning for mayor.
Now the young woman smoothed down her mini dress and walked out of the Pavilion,
the young girl leading her by one hand and chattering nervously about how strange the
women looked in those long bathing suits. It had been Lindy's idea to dress the women
up in the suits worn during
Venice's heyday in the 1920s.
"Look, look!"
Lindy let the girl's hand go as she scampered off with some of her friends in the
direction of the many floats riding down Ocean Front Walk. She folded her arms over
her tits and leaned against a palm, watching the crowds swam around the colorful
displays that had been set up along the east side of the bike path. It had been a lot of
work, but had been worth it. She hoped her parents would be able to make it down to
the beach early. There was going to be a presentation of awards, and she and her boss
were going to receive something from the mayor.
It was at this point when the girl realized someone was watching her closely. She stared
ahead, seeing for the moment only the cheering crowds and passing floats. Then her
eyes lighted on three men standing to the left of the Sidewalk Cafe. They were leaning
against the wall of that restaurant, their arms folded casually across their bare, thick
muscled chests, their eyes riveted on her body.
Lindy felt as if her clothes had been stripped from her body. She glanced down to make
sure her dress still clung to her tits and thighs. A flush of shame and guilt swept over
her, making her flesh crawl with revulsion and, strange to say, excitement. Her pussy
tightened while her nipples stiffened, pushing against her bra. No, no, this couldn't be
happening again. She'd sworn to herself she wouldn't let herself give in to her baser
feelings until she were married, or at least engaged. But there she was, feeling lust shoot
through her body while in full view of the public.
"Oh!" the girl moaned out loud, turning around and rushing back into the Pavilion.
She felt sick to her stomach. Closing the door behind her Lindy rushed to her work
table and held on to the edge, feeling the room reeling around her. No, no, she couldn't
give into the terrible feeling taking her over. She had to fight it, push it down, away to
some dark corner of her mind! Her fingers gripped the table's edge while she swayed
back and forth.
"Sick, baby?"
The sound of that voice made Lindy tremble with terror. She didn't want to turn
around, but felt she had no other choice. Sucking in a deep breath the blonde teen
twisted her head around, shivering more violently when she saw Mike, Jack and Chuck
standing just inside the large reception room. Behind them the girl could hear the
cheering and clapping of the crowd.
"What do you want?" she asked slowly, deliberately. She felt their eyes warming over
her body, stripping away her clothing, burrowing into her mind.
Mike stood in front of Chuck and Jack, his hairy chest streaked with sweat. That large
bulge in his Levi's told Lindy he was excited, that he wanted her again. Her heart was
pounding while her chest tightened and her mouth went dry.
"You," he said simply, his lips curling up into a cynical smile.
The blonde teen sucked in air with a hissing sound. His cockiness, his defiance, his
obvious animalistic brutality excited her. Oh, how she wanted to go with him, stretch
out her hand and let him drag her out of the Pavilion to his bike.
But another part of her mind refused to go along. She closed her eyes and shook her
head slowly from side to side.
"No. Get out of here or I'll call for the police. They're just outside. All I've got to do is
scream," she said in a trembling voice.
"Sure, that's all you've gotta do," Mike repeated in an ironic voice. "But you ain't gonna
do it, are ya?"
Linda opened her eyes and stared curiously at the group. What made them so certain
she wasn't going to call for help?
"I said get out!" Lindy repeated a little more forcefully than before.
"You want dick, don't you baby? Man, I could see you out there, signaling us like crazy
even though you ran in here. You're hot... I mean, real hot. Like you can't stand it no
more, right?"
Mike said, exciting himself and the others with his analysis.
Lindy wanted to scream. But her voice seemed paralyzed with excitement and fear.
Mike had peered into the darkest corners of her mind and seen what she didn't even
want to admit existed. She closed her eyes again. Her heart had stopped. She clenched
and unclenched her fingers. Sweat began to trickle out from under her arms, making
her dress stick uncomfortably to her body. Could she give in so easily to these men?
No, no, she had to dig down deep and find some strength of will to fight them off.
But Mike moved in quickly, crossing the room with a swagger. Lindy had to keep her
eyes shut. She couldn't stand to see his face so close. A powerful hand circled her small
neck. He massaged the muscles there, rubbing up under her ears. She was pushed back
against the wonderful feeling. She was as shameless as a bitch in heat. But at this point
she didn't really care.
"Yeah, baby, I can feel the heat in your cunt up to here, honey. Me and the boys was
talkin' about ou and decided to make a visit. You want all three of us? Yeah, all three
fuckin' at the same time," Mike whispered, flicking his tongue in her ear canal.
Lindy opened her eyes at last, tilting her chin up. Mike didn't waste time, bending
down and kissing her passionately while rubbing his hands up and down over her hips.
He was pressing her back against the table, gathering the material of her dress in his
sweaty palms while making soft fucking motions against her. She felt the hot bulge of
his dick trapped in his jeans. It pushed hard against her belly. He was so tall, so big! All
sorts of feelings whirled around in her head. Lindy felt excited past anything that could
be called normal and sane.
"Oh no, no, this can't be happening again!" Lindy cried softly.
"Yeah, man, and we're gonna have a real nice time. You wanna go back in the rec
room, or over to our place?" Mike asked.
Lindy couldn't agree to do what he wanted. She felt confused, terrified, shamed.
"No, I can't. Oh God, I can't... not in front of the children," she said, remembering the
wild celebration going on a few feet away from them.
But Mike wasn't to be put off. He rolled her dress up farther, reaching down and
pulling her damp nylon panties away from her soaked cuntlips. She hadn't known to
that point just how, wet she was.
"Baby, I love your cunt," he whispered thickly, sliding her panties down just a few
inches down. "It's so soft and fuzzy."
Lindy blushed, then sucked in air and pulled her ass back when he touched a finger to
the outer cuntlips.
"You wanna fuck so bad, don'tcha?" Mike chuckled, starting to unzip her dress. "Maybe
you wanna fuck right here on the table."
Just at that point Lindy head feet scampering inside the Pavilion. She wrenched herself
free, holding the top of her dress to her tits while pushing down the hem to her knees.
It was that little black girl, now standing with her mouth wide open and her eyes
bugging out in wild surprise.
"Beat it!" Chuck snarled, raising one hand threateningly to the child.
"Don't hit her! HELP! HELP!" Lindy shrieked, putting her arms around the terrified
little girl and screaming the walls down.
"Let's get the fuck outta here," Mike said, shoving his buddies out the door while
flashing a look of hellish anger at the young blonde.
"Who were they?" the little girl asked as two officers rushed in shortly after the
commotion began.
"Bad men, honey, bad men," Lindy sobbed, fighting back the tears of anger, guilt and
frustration. How her cunt ached with excitement. Just through luck had she been able
to hold onto some shred of decency. And now what kind of trouble had she landed
herself into? That last look Mike flashed her made her tremble just to think of it.
The police asked her many questions about the men who had apparently tried to rape
her. Lindy was purposely vague, telling them no more than the little girl had. No, she'd
never seen them before. Yes, she'd tried to scream for help but they coverd her mouth.
It was only when the little girl rushed in and surprised them all that she'd managed to
break away and scream.
The interrogation lasted only a few minutes. Lindy got the distinct impression the
questioning detective didn't fully believe her story. Yes, there were too many
unanswered questions. And Lindy couldn't lie too well. Most of the time she kept her
eyes lowered, unable to stare the man in the face.
The celebration went on that day as if nothing had happened. Indeed, most of the
crowd was ignorant of what had happened to the director's assistant at the Pavilion.
That evening she tried phoning her parents to have them pick her up. Either they had
been caught in traffic on the way home or had decided to stop and have dinner out.
Oh, if only she'd asked them to stay after the parade! But Lindy was afraid to tell them
of what had happened... afraid and ashamed. Instead she pretended that everything was
fine after the police had left. Even the director had gone out with several officials of the
Department of Parks and Recreation.
Lindy was left alone again. Her mind went back to Mike and the others as they fled the
Pavilion. She knew he was going to try to get back at her.
Thinking of his potential brutality the woman shivered and picked up the phone. She
was going to dial the police. Then Lindy remembered the look she'd received from the
investigating officers. Could she stand that kind of cynical glance again?
Slowly the girl put the receiver back in the cradle and sucked in a breath. She'd call a
cab, spend the money she didn't have, and get home safely.
Lindy picked up the phone and started dialing the cab company's number when she
heard scraping sounds outside. Some of the clean-up crew had remained behind to
sweep up the tremendous amount of litter on the walk and around the Pavilion. But
considering the day's events, Lindy felt her scalp crawl.
"Who's there?" she stammered. The scraping sounds stopped.
Lindy wanted to rush for the door to lock it. Yet she was frozen with fear, paralyzed to
the point of inaction. The sounds of feet scraping over concrete began again. Lindy
grabbed the receiver and dialed O just as the door flew open and Mike and Jack and
Chuck rushed in.
"Gimme that," Mike growled, snatching the phone from the girl, tearing the cord from
the wall and flinging the instrument against the wall.
Lindy staggered back, one hand covering her face protectively while the other stretched
behind her. She wanted to scream for help. But still she couldn't find her voice.
"Turn the fuckin' cops on us, eh? Gonna turn us in, eh bitch?" Mike growled, steadying
himself while wiping spittle off his thick black moustache. "We're gonna take care of
you, baby. We got ways to take care of snitches."
"I didn't... say anything," Lindy finally managed to whisper out. "I swear I didn't tell
them about you. I wouldn't have said anything. She came in and... what was I supposed
to do?"
"Too late to think about that," Mike said, jerking his head toward the door.
At that signal Chuck and Jack marched up behind him.
"Come on, baby, we're gonna go for a ride," Chuck said, massaging his balls through
his Levi's.
"Yeah, we got the place all set up for you," Jack added, his thick lips curling into a
smile similar to Mike's.
Lindy stood still for a moment, taking in the three men and their threats. She could
only imagine what they had in mind for her. The blonde teen edged along the brick
wall, her fingernails dragging over the rough surface. The phone lay dead on the floor
while the men blocked her escape through the front exit. Lindy was trapped. She was
helpless. All routes of escape were cut off.
"NOOOO!" she shouted, closing her eyes and shaking her head violently from side to
side. She felt sick with disgust, knowing these terrible men were about to degrade her,
torture her for doing nothing more than trying to protect what was left of her modesty.
"Get 'er," Jack muttered.
Lindy's mind faded in and out of reality when she felt the gang leader's hands coursing
over her thighs. He was ripping the dress he'd early curled into a tight rope high above
her waist.
"NO, HELP! OHHHH GOD, HELP MEEEEE!"
Mike threw her back so hard her head struck the wall. Letting out a moan, the girl sank
to the floor, clawing desperately at the wall in a futile attempt to keep standing. She
couldn't let them take her without a fight. She couldn't let herself lose consciousness.
But the blow had made her dizzy. Lindy collapsed to the floor with a groan, drawing
one hand over her forehead while trying to shake herself back into reality.
Jack reached down and slipped his hands under her arms, drawing her up from the
floor with one movement. He threw her over his shoulders and walked toward the exit
door with Mike leading the way.
"I'll bring the truck around," Mike said, unhooking his keys from his belt loop and
breaking into a run. They were standing behind the Pavilion.
Lindy could feel the sea breezes blowing against her face and exposed thighs. The tide
was coming in. She could hear the surf pounding against the sand. In the distance the
wail of a police siren filtered through the darkening dusk air. Why couldn't the
authorities be closer? Why couldn't they be patrolling the beach?
"Here he is," Chuck said, walking in front of his buddy.
What happened next was all a blur for the girl. They threw her in the back of what
appeared to be a pickup, Jack crawling in with her while Chuck slid into the front seat.
Someone tied her hands behind her back with a short piece of rope. Then a rag was
stuffed in her mouth, held firmly in place by a long strip of black tape wrapped around
her head. She could smell and taste the gasoline soaked into the cloth jammed in her
mouth. Lindy struggled, shaking her head, letting out groans of protest as the odors
nearly overcame her. But Jack only slapped her across the face, telling her to be quiet or
he'd fuck her right there after beating the shit out of her.
Faced with brutality and humiliation Lindy managed to control herself, huddling in the
corner and watching the familiar street scene pass by through tear-filled eyes. They were
driving through the Oakwood section of Venice now, an area inhabited by blacks and
chicanos. It was a section of the community where many things went on without
anyone ever asking questions about it. Even the police tread lightly through that
district.
"There's home," Mike said, slowing the truck down and turning right.
Lindy leaned forward, peering through the dirty windshield and seeing a one-story,
wood-frame home set back from the street about twenty feet. The yard was unkempt
like the others around it, littered with rubbish of all sorts. At one time these small wood
bungalows had been summer weekend homes for middle class people. Now they were
nests for drug pushers, prostitutes, illegal aliens, starving black families, and deviates
like Mike, Chuck and Jack. Lindy felt her heart sink as the gang leader turned off the
engine and looked around at her. The girl's sadistic ordeal had begun.


Chapter 6

"Inside."
Mike shoved her roughly between the shoulders. She stumbled into the darkened living
room, nearly choking on the spit-soaked rag still jammed in her mouth. Instinctively
Lindy tried to jerk out her arms for balance. But the ropes held firm, chafing the
sensitive flesh around her wrists.
"Turn on the fuckin' lights," Mike growled, reaching back and slamming and locking
the front door shut. Lindy moved to one corner of the empty living room, wishing she
could crawl into a hole and disappear. All during the ride here she wondered what they
were going to do to her. Mike had convinced himself she'd turned him over to the
police. Nothing she could say could convince him otherwise. Whether he took this
stand in order to justify hurting her or not was another question. At this point, at least,
he wasn't going to question his motives.
Lindy turned around and backed against one wall, watching the three men as they
moved around the large room.
"You think she told the cops where to find us?" Chuck asked nervously. He moved
cautiously to one broken front window and pushed aside a pair of torn drapes.
"She doesn't even know where the fuck we are. Don't be stupid," Mike said impatiently,
narrowing his eyes and staring angrily at Lindy.
"Yeah, let's have us a little fun now," Chuck said, licking his lips, then stretching out
one hand and shoving Lindy roughly to one side.
The girl stumbled over her own feet, struggling to get her hands free as she pitched
forward and slammed her belly against the back of a broken-down sofa. The furniture
slid forward several inches while Lindy tried to steady herself on her feet again.
"Take 'er downstairs?" Jack asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Not yet," Mike said, his lips curling again into a sadistic smile. He watched while Jack
and Chuck toyed with the girl, pushing her from one to the other, laughing as she
groaned through the rag and stumbled back and forth across the living room. Sweat
trickled down the sides of her face and dampened the material of her dress. During the
shuffle Lindy lost one shoe. Chuck stretched one leg out and kicked it away, pushing
her so hard that time she nearly tumbled backward onto her ass.
Lindy felt her terror grow. The ropes cut cruelly into her flesh. Chuck moved behind
her, grabbing the girl hard by the upper arms while hunching his groin into her plump,
rounded, firm ass. She wriggled away from him when she felt his dick through the
material of her dress and his Levi's. Twisting around she saw the cock straining in his
pants. His face was turning red with excitement while he moved his big hands up and
down the sides of his fly. Jack was doing the same thing. Only Mike seemed to be in
control.
"Come here, baby, come here, man. Remember how good my dick felt in your pussy?"
Chuck cooed, toying with his zipper tab.
Lindy turned away from the husky blond biker and looked pleadingly at the leader.
"Mike, c'mon, can we fuck 'er now?" Jack asked impatiently.
"You know what I want. We do it my way. Afterward, I don't give a shit what you do,"
he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"After he gets through with 'er I don't think I wanna fuck the cunt," Jack said in a soft
voice, Loud enough for Lindy to hear.
What horrible things did he have planned for her? She looked at the two men out of
the corners of her eyes, watching them nervously as they whispered and glanced
occasionally back at her.
"Okay, c'mon," Mike said, nodding at the young woman still cringing in one corner.
No, no, what were they going to do? Lindy's eyes widened. Terror knifed through her,
making her heart stop. She knew his brutality. She knew the three of them were going
to make her suffer terribly before they let her go... if they let her go. And when they
were finished she'd be turned over to the dogs in the street. The girl whimpered
through the filthy gag, shaking her head, crouching down and backing away from the
advancing men.
"You ain't gonna never wanna squeal to the cops again about us or any other gang
around Venice," Mike said, tapping his fingertips against the sides of his legs. Lindy
wanted to explain to them that she had no choice about calling for help, that she was
more afraid for the little girl than for herself, and that she'd told them nothing. But the
blonde teenager realized Mike and the other's wouldn't have believed her.
"Pick her up and bring her downstairs," Mike said, turning away and walking with a
swagger through the kitchen doorway.
Lindy sidled backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the advancing
hulks. Stories about young women having disappeared in the Redondo Beach area
suddenly flashed across her mind. Police found several bodies and indicated the young
women were all tortured to death after having been horribly sexually abused. Were
Mike, Chuck and Jack part of that horror? Did they travel the twenty miles south to
throw off the local authorities, perform their sick rituals here, then drive back to dump
the remains of their victims? The possibility of that having happened made Lindy's flesh
crawl.
The blonde-looked around her desperately. If only she could use her hands she might
have been able to throw some of the lighter furniture at the men and make a dash for
the front door.
"Gotcha!" Jack shouted, jumping forward suddenly and holding her by both arms.
Lindy screamed through the rag, kicking at the young men as they dragged her through
the living room and into the kitchen. Lindy didn't remember much except the piles of
filthy dishes lying scattered on the tables and counter top. There was an awful,
sickening, sweet odor hanging like a thick perfume in the room. The large bungalow
hadn't been cleaned for what must have been weeks. There was the smell of stale dirt
mixed with a myriad of other odors in the air.
Lindy's feet slid along the kitchen tile as Jack shoved her forward while holding her by
the upper arms. Chuck opened the basement door. Standing in the doorway, stretching
one leg down for the first wood step Lindy could smell something like burning wood or
gasoline. At the same time she caught an animal odor – How strange! She didn't
remember hearing a dog barking when they drove up to the house. But as she walked
carefully down the steps with Jack still behind her the girl thought she heard smothered
barking or growling. At that point, however, it could have been only her imagination.
Lindy was so terrified and confused reality slipped in and out of her whirling mind.
The basement was different from any other she'd ever seen. The girl realized she'd
fallen into a completely different world. It was cold down here, a clammy cold that
seeped into Lindy's bones. She tore the skin around her wrists in another futile attempt
to get her hands free. Mike enjoyed her struggling. Reaching up he grabbed one end of
the tape stuck to her face and pulled forward hard, tearing it loose.
"AGHHHHHH!" Lindy cried. The pulling away of the tape from her skin and hair was
painful. Lindy spat out the foul rag and let out another scream of rage and pain.
"Get her naked," Mike said.
"Yeah, I dig," Jack said, his eyes glowing with excitement.
"I can help, man," Chuck added, moving behind the girl and curling his fingers around
the collar of her dress. Lindy screamed and groaned, the tearing sounds terrifying her
more than the men's threats. Jack tore the bodice down to her waist. Twice Lindy tried
turning around, kicking forward at him. But the young biker ducked each time, going
back and ripping more of her black dress from her body. Soon all she was wearing was
her bra and panties. Her torn dress lay at her feet.
"Get 'er on the table," Mike ordered next.
It was then Lindy began to realize the reasons for this strangely furnished basement.
From the low ceiling hung iron rings, chains, pulleys and other strange devices she
thought more appropriate for a steel mill than a private home. Attached to the cement
block wall by iron bolts were other rings and chains. To one side stood a large iron
bowl supported by an iron rod tripod. In the center of the stand was another smaller
bowl with a hole in it. Ashes were on the surrounding floor area.
The table they were talking about was some five feet to the right of that bowl assembly.
Before she could get a better look at it, the girl heard heavy breathing over her and
realized the men were about to drag her back.
Catatonic. That's what I'll be, she thought to herself as they pulled her toward the table.
I'm not going to encourage them.
The hands pulling at her waist and arms made her shiver. Lindy cringed at the heavy
touch. She was completely at their mercy, a mercy none of them had. But what could
she do? The best thing was to do nothing, not to respond to their humiliation. They
might grow tired of trying to get a response from her and let her go.
She let them put her hands together above her head, then shackle them to something
hard and cold. For a moment Lindy wondered why her feet and ankles were left
unbound. If they were going to go through the trouble of restraining her, why leave her
lower extremities free?
"Yeah, yeah, she's really good," Mike breathed, rubbing his sweaty palms over the sides
of his Levi's. Lindy felt the table tipping downward. Her head rose slowly. How strange!
The girl let her eyelids open slightly. Peering through her long blonde lashes she saw
she was facing a cement block wall. Two wooden shelves stood eye level. On them were
several devices she couldn't identify. But the cat 'o nine tails and whip the girl
recognized immediately with a shiver.
When the table was almost vertical Lindy slid down the cold surface until her arms
stretched from her suspended weight. She tried to stay calm, not making a move as
Mike and the others moved around her.
"Ever see anything like it? Sheeit, the others were screamin' and moanin' like they was
gonna die," Chuck said.
The thought of those South Baby murders knifed through her mind again. Oh God, if
these were involved with that she was helpless now, bolted to the table top!
"We'll see just how fuckin' quiet she's gonna be after I get through with her," Mike said
under his breath. There was silence, followed by a wooshing sound. Lindy didn't have
to wait long to discover what caused it. There was a violent contact of fist against belly.
Lindy let out a scream that quickly turned to a groan. Doubling up, her knees swung
up and rose to the base of her jiggling tits. She'd never felt anything so achingly painful
in her life. Opening her mouth the girl sucked in air to feed her wiggling body.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Lindy cried, almost gagging from the pain. The throbbing ache seemed
to wrench her guts inside out. Tears welled up and spilled from her widened eyes while
her nostrils flared. Trying to calm down Lindy dug her fingernails into her palms,
waiting for the next blow.
"She's still alive," Mike said, chuckling while rubbing one hand over his knuckles.
Lindy stared helplessly at the big biker, her face a mask of agony. She gasped for air
still, her mouth wide as panic began to flicker across her face.
Mike stood back, rocking slowly from his heels to the balls of his feet. The young man
rubbed his bearded chin with one hand while toying with his hard cock with the other.
"You want more?" Mike asked, tilting his head cockily to one side and looking at her
through squinting eyes.
Lindy shook her head, her arms aching from the weight of her sagging body.
"You sorry you called the cops on us?" Mike said, his face darkening again with anger.
"I didn't do that," Lindy said tiredly. This was futile. He was only playing word games
with her while trying to decide how he'd further torture her.
"Sure, sure," Mike said, turning around and raising his head. He examined the various
instruments lying on the wooden shelves, then picked up a leather riding crop.
"Get us some beer, eh Chuck?" Mike ordered, tapping the crop rhythmically against his
legs.
Lindy watched silently, sweat pouring down from under her arms, itching where it
trickled across the sides of her tits. Her nipples swelled and pressed against her bra cups
while her crotch panel soaked through with flowing pussy juice. Instinctively, Lindy
knew what Mike was going to do with that leather riding crop. Her flesh suddenly felt
more sensitive than it had ever been. Already she could imagine how the sting would
feel as the crop lashed across her milk-white skin. The girl lowered her knees slow,
rubbing the backs of her legs over the table top while undulating her hips. The
sensation of her hot, bloated cuntlips sliding over one another and against her budding
clit made her gasp for air. She was becoming excited, sexually aroused over the prospect
of torture! What horrors she was discovering about herself in this hell hole!
Mike stretched out his right hand, tracing the cold tip of the crop lightly over her
exposed tits. He made a wide arc with the leather instrument of torture, sliding it down
her sides to her thighs. Lindy wanted to twist her hips around so Mike could touch her
crotch panel with the crop. Leather pressing against her pussy! The thought of it made
the young blonde teen shiver.
"Yeah, nice body, nice everything," Mike muttered to himself, moving the crop over the
tops of her panties, across her right leg, then up her side to her bra strap.
"She digs it. Man, look at the way she's juicin' herself," Jack commented, pointing at
the two tiny streams of cunt juice glistening on either leg.
Mike nodded in recognition, pulling the crop away from the young woman and
rubbing it against the side of his face for a second. Then, without cocking his arm, the
biker suddenly lashed one end of the riding crop across the girl's belly.
The force and pain from that gut-wrenching blow made the girl snap her head to the
side. Lindy choked on a stifled scream. Cool air on her belly told the young woman she
was sweating profusely. Ohhh, how her flesh throbbed under that cruel blow! Her legs
had swung apart like two heavy pendulums, making the table rock precariously from
side to side.
"Oh damn you, damn you all," Lindy moaned, dropping her head forward.
Mike coughed, watching with pleasure as the girl fought with the riot of sensations
coursing through her body and mind. He seemed to know what she was thinking,
enjoying the conflict so obviously displayed in front of him and his men. A sound
behind him indicated Chuck had returned from upstairs with the beer.
"Thanks," Mike said, taking the can and flipping off the top without tearing his eyes
from the hanging girl for an instant.
"Damn you," she repeated, watching as the big biker took a large swig of beer, then
approached her holding the can at an angle.
"Need some coolin' off?" he asked, holding the can high over her head. In a second he
let half the can empty onto her head and shoulders. Lindy screamed as the cold, foamy
liquid spattered over her body, trickling down her sides and over her tits. She felt some
of the spilled beer gathering in a tiny pool in her navel before continuing its journey
down to her ankles.
"Whew, what a mess," Mike said, laughing while wrinkling up his nose and taking
another swig. Finishing the can he crumpled it between his fingers and threw it over
one shoulder. "Okay, you had your drink. Now let's see how much you can take."
With that Mike slashed the crop down across her tits, making her thunderous tits jiggle
violently in the halter.
The slicing pain of the blow was only the first shock for Lindy. She screamed, and after
she jerked her legs up once again to her belly the pain seemed to go on and on. It was
like a raw gash with the cold, stinging beer intensifying it. The girl ground her teeth,
hating Mike and the others bitterly. She wanted him to come close enough so she could
kick him in the balls. That had only occurred to her in the past few seconds. Yes, they'd
purposely left her feet unbound so they could watch her bobbing and twitching away
like some weird puppet. But they had left her with one defense. How Mike's tune
would change if she could plant one foot hard in his damned groin! Let's see him try to
fuck her then with his balls aching!
"Dig it, baby? Man, I could tell you dug that kind of pain from the start," Mike said,
rubbing the crop again over his face.
Lindy stared at his groin, moving her right foot experimentally back and forth slightly,
wondering when the time would be ripe for that kick.
Mike's smile faded. He drew his hand back and lashed out again, peeling a narrow strip
of skin just to the right of her tits. Lindy writhed from the pain of the cuts. Yes, these
had to be those terrible men who killed those girls in Redondo Beach. Their mentality
– or lack of it – seemed to confirm her earlier suspicions.
"Uhhhhh!" Lindy groaned, snapping her head from left to right. Her navel filled with
more sweat while her pussy tightened and grew hot. How could she be feeling this
sexually aroused when she was suffering from so much pain?
"Take it, bitch, take it," Mike growled, spinning out of control. He looked at her and
licked his hps. The twisting tortured body in front of him aroused him further. A gleam
between hatred and lust glowed in his eyes. He drew closer to Lindy. The girl stared
back at him, readying her foot for that kick.


Chapter 7

"Bitch!" Mike cried out, snapping his thighs back as the young woman aimed her foot
and kicked out. She'd missed, missed the chance of striking back at the man causing
her so much pain.
"Oh God!" Lindy cried. Now he'd lay into her, hitting her harder than before,
degrading her with a wilder fury.
"You're gonna need more 'n God to help you now," he snarled. With that the biker slid
the crop between his arm and body and curled the fingers of both hands around her
panties. He pulled them down, tearing them from her body as if they were made of
tissue paper. Before Lindy could take in what happened Mike moved in again, grabbing
at her cunt. He twisted the fine blonde hairs, pulling some of them out. The blonde
then shrieked, throwing her head back and gasping for air. The muscles stood out in
her neck while her legs jerked apart. The pain was terrible!
"Cunt! Stupid little bitch cunt! Thought you could get back at me, eh?" Mike growled,
twisting her outer cuntlips in his fist now. The pulling, tearing sensations blasted
through the girl like sticks of dynamite. Lindy snapped one knee up again, looking for
that opening that would let her kick Mike's balls.
"No, no, stop!" she shrieked.
"Go ahead, try to kick baby, try to kick my balls," he shouted, spittle spraying from his
mouth and flecking his moustache. His free hand slapped at her face again and again,
dazing the young woman.
Mike had worked himself up into a frenzy of hatred. Reaching up he pulled the crop
out from under his arm and lashed it across her face, the tops of her tits, and her belly.
The leather instrument sliced through the thin strap holding her bra cups together. In
an instant she'd been flailed stark naked.
"AHIYEEEEE!" the young woman screamed, arching her back and bouncing her ass
and shoulder blades against the tilted table top. Her wrists twisted in the manacles and
ropes still tying them together. The edges of those rusty iron cuffs slicked skin from her
wrists. Lindy felt her hands going numb as the nerves bruised. She screamed at Mike,
dragging out curses she couldn't remember having heard. She sounded like a street
whore. But all the pain, all the confusion was making her do this.
"That's it, baby. Go for it. Man, shout the house down," Mike encouraged, wiping the
excess spittle from his lips.
Lindy kept on shrieking, kicking out, gritting her teeth as she desperately tried to aim
her kicks carefully. But Mike was fast, dodging her feet, then bringing the crop down
hard on her ankles, knees, and lower belly. As hard as the girl tried to fight the biker
she only brought more pain to herself. When she tried to climb upward on the vertical
table top the strokes of his crop sliced over her nipples, burning those stiff nubs like
flaming sulphur. When her legs struggled to wrap around Mike his fingers found a
deeper, harder grip on her cuntflesh. Lindy knew his fingernails were tearing into the
soft skin of her pussylips. And yet in spite of all this horror, the folds of her cunt
seemed to be on fire!
Mike lashed and beat at her, grabbing more of her cunt.
"No, no, damn you, damn you all to hell! Let me go!" Lindy cried through her flowing
tears.
Mike only laughed at her, encouraging her to swear more openly at him. He growled,
his words lost in the rage of his frenzy. Lindy felt him hunching against her thighs.
Even as she tried to bite at his hand, grinding her teeth on the crop, a kind of nausea
rose up in the young girl. The pain in her crotch and his struggling aroused her.
"Fuck this, baby," Mike said, pulling out his hand and sniffing at the liquid glistening
on his knuckles. "Nice and hot cuntjuice," he whispered, shoving the crop suddenly up
her pussy.
Lindy let out a shriek, her body trembling mightily. She worked her fingers against the
wood table top while her legs moved apart again. He was pushing the crop up harder,
twisting it around and around, pumping it in and out rapidly as if it were a man's dick
fucking her.
Lindy felt the twisting sensation heating up her cunt more and more. She moved her
hips more slowly now, forgetting about trying to kick Mike in the balls. Her mind was
confused, growing hotter by the second as the slick leather of the crop brushed over her
clit and rubbed continually over her pussy folds.
Mike's growling curses changed. He was moaning now, telling her how he'd love to
stick his dick in her again. Lindy felt her pussy juice running like a river of molten lava
in her cunt. She slithered her leg up the side of his rigid cockshaft. She hung from her
cuffs, her shoulders twisting around so she could press her tits against the rough sides
of Mike's unshaven face.
"Yeah, yeah baby. Man, I'd dig sucking your cunt," he whispered, his dark-blue eyes
half-closed with lust. A silver line of saliva trickled from his lower lip. He stepped back,
staring at Lindy and unbuckling his belt.
"Hey, you fucked her enough. You said we was gonna let..." Jack began.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what I said," Mike said angrily, slipping his belt back on and
sucking in a deep breath. "Too bad. We would've made it real nice, even in front of
these clowns," Mike added, raising his eyebrows and smiling a little ruefully.
"Okay if I bring 'im out?" Chuck asked, backing toward another section of the
basement.
"Yeah, yeah, let's get 'er goin' on the mutt," Mike said, turning around and watching
Lindy's latest reaction to this new bit of information.
At first the girl didn't understand what Chuck had said. Then the word "mutt" rang a
bell. She'd smelled something in the air, as she descended the rickety wooden stairway
to the basement, reminding her of a kennel.
Then there were the sounds of something scrambling around and scratching coming
from one end of the basement. Lindy raised her head and narrowed her eyes, peering
into the semi-darkness. She saw Chuck reappear in the basement area where she hung.
Beside him was a large Doberman.
Lindy groaned, twisting away from the animal, clawing at the ropes and iron manacles
still holding her wrists together. She was terrified of animals. One of the drawbacks of
her job was dealing with all the dogs that seemed to infest Venice Beach. She hated
those filthy things! And they were going to sic him on her? Lindy started screaming her
eyes widening while she bent her knees and kicked out at the approaching, animal.
"Hey, man, you're gonna hurt Willie T.'s feelins'. We call 'im Willie T. after some fag
we knew. You can call 'im Willie for short after you get to know each other," Chuck
said, scratching his balls.
"Willie's kind of a guard dog here. He's pretty fuckin' good protection when we go out
'n have a rumble. Ain't too many guys gonna fuck around with a Dobey," Mike said,
bending down and scratching the whimpering animal behind his pointed ears.
Lindy felt sick to her stomach. She groaned, twisting her body around so violently the
table creaked and moved a few inches over the concrete floor. Her heart was pounding
violently while her flesh crawled with revulsion. No, no, this had to be a nightmare.
The blonde teen felt sick with terror. She begged them to take the animal away, pleaded
with Mike and Jack to spare her this latest terror.
But the bikers only relished her horror and watched with delight as she squirmed,
thrashed, kicked and sobbed.
"Thatta boy, Willie," Mike said, standing back up. The large dog was licking his hand,
glancing at the screaming blonde teen, then backing up toward Chuck and Jack. "Hey
baby, he's made it with a couple of broads before. He ain't new to the game."
"What?" Lindy cried, the words finally sinking into her confused brain.
She stared down at the approaching animal once more, seeing his stubby tail wagging
back and forth rapidly. She'd seen many Dobermans before on the beach. They always
terrified her. Their sharp teeth; those rubbery black lips, that shiny-black, short fur coat
reminded her of some hellish animal trained only to kill. Now it was prowling around
her feet, circling her silently, his dark-brown eyes rolled up, watching her all the time.
"No, no, no," she whispered, sweat trickling down her face.
And yet something was exciting the girl. The terror of being so close to a dog had done
something to her pussy. She'd been excited by Mike, then left high and dry while he let
Chuck go out for the animal. She was still feeling the effects of his playing around
when the animal appeared. Now he was circling her again and again, his black nostrils
quivering as they picked up the scent of pussy juice. The fur around his thick neck
stood up on end at times when he stopped for a moment and moved forward.
She wondered for an instant what it would feel like having the animal licking her. Oh,
she needed some sort of contact to relieve the tension building in her hot little cunt!
Lindy wanted to move her knees back and forth, rubbing her legs over the table top
and thus sliding her pussy walls against one another. But with the animal only a few
feet away from her, Lindy didn't dare make a move.
The girl took short gasping breaths. Her flesh felt so wet and hot! His tongue, now
hanging from one corner of his maw, seemed so pink, so wet! Lindy glanced in another
direction, feeling she was paying too much attention to so foul an animal.
The Doberman whined and moved forward, letting his tongue wet her right ankle.
Lindy pulled up on the table top, swinging her affected leg away from the beast. The
touch was electrifying! Terror knifed through her heart and mind while her belly turned
over. But over her basic feelings was a definite undercurrent of sexual excitement. It was
odd. It was so sick she could barely bring herself to face it. And yet it was making her
pussy hotter, making it tighter, making it ready for... what?
"Oh please, take him away. I can't let you do this to me," she moaned.
Lindy tried digging her fingernails into the wood behind her to raise herself higher
from the animal. She slipped and her body sagged back toward the floor once more.
When he licked the soft calf on her right leg again a feverish tingle swept through her
belly. Lindy could sense the steady progress of wild lust spread across her flesh. She
bent one knee slightly, spreading her legs, feeling her swelling cuntlips unstick and pull
back. Oh, what was she doing? She had to come to her senses! Shaking off the feelings
that had settled over her mind, Lindy twisted from side to side, kicking out again,
screaming for them to take the Doberman away.
Willie T. scampered back, whimpering, staring in disbelief at Lindy's sudden change in
attitude. He stood quietly, his body shaking with excitement until Lindy calmed down
somewhat.
"Get 'er Willie T.," Mike said, leaning against the wall and watching the girl with
amusement. His buddies were sitting cross-legged on the floor examining various
leather restraining devices they'd taken from the shelf in front of her earlier. At times
they looked up and saw Lindy trying to fight off the approaching animal.
The dog moved up again. He sniffed at her white, puffy cuntlips. Suddenly the dog
sprang up, steadying himself by putting his forepaws between Lindy's widely spread
legs. The girl was frozen with terror! She didn't know what to expect. Was he going to
tear out her throat? She felt his hot, wet breath against her belly, saw his criss-crossed
white fangs as his black lips peeled back. Oh, how wet and pink and hot his tongue
looked as it lolled around in his mouth! Lindy thought she was going to faint from
terror. The muscles bulged against her flesh as she tensed, waiting for something
terrible to happen.
Slowly the dog moved down the table, his black nostrils still quivering. He slid down
until his powerful head was even with her pussy. It was then the girl fully realized what
he wanted. She felt the up of his tongue press along her closed pussy slit. Her head
snapped back while her mouth opened and let out a strangled cry. They were going to
make her have sex with a dog! Oh God, they were going to drag her through the
foulest moral swill pit! Lindy made a tiny crying noise in her throat, working her
fingers against the wood so hard some of her nails cracked. The girl didn't dare make a
move for fear of angering the animal. She could bear him growling low and deep in his
throat now. At times the big Doberman rolled his eyes up, checking on the girl's
reaction. She hung there motionlessly, her eyes fastened on him, her legs still spread
apart. Terror had paralyzed her. Lindy didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.
"Go on, baby, let yourself go. He ain't gonna hurtcha," Mike said, rubbing his bulging
crotch with both hands. She glanced over at the big man and saw him pulling down his
zipper. He was going to jack off while watching her with this awful animal! Tears
sprang to her eyes. What kind of hell hole had she fallen into? What had she done to
deserve this kind of horror? She'd always been good and kind and giving, and now she
was trapped in the foulest of circumstances. "Oh no, NO!"
Lindy felt the dog moving around to get a better angle. She felt the long, hot, wet sweep
of his licking across the underside of her cuntal mound. She felt the pleasant electrical
currents she'd felt before with men now fluttering across her pussy as the dog kept
licking over her seeping slit. Her jaw slackened as she wallowed her shoulders against
the vertical table top. Had something happened to her almost psychopathic fear of
animals? The large Doberman didn't terrify her as much now. As the minutes dragged
by Lindy found herself actually growing to accept the dog as a partner.
"Ohhhhhhh," the girl sighed, her kicking and twisting having ended long ago. She was
breathing slowly, heavily, her tits rising and falling with each shaky breath she took.
The animal was working his sharp muzzle around her steamy cuntal folds, drawing out
more and more fluid. She could hear the smacking of his tongue against her wet pussy
mound. Oh God, how could she allow herself to have this happen? Even with her wrists
shackled together, Lindy felt she could have made some attempt at driving the dog
away.'
But instead she hung there limply, at times rocking her slender thighs from side to side.
Once she made a feeble attempt to kick the Doberman away. But Willie T. only
growled louder, warning her not to try that sort of thing again.
"STOP!" Lindy cried. The dog was forcing her thighs apart, butting them open with his
head, then pressing the sloppy folds of her cunt back to give him more room to lick at
her pulsing, dripping clit. She wished she could get down from the table, lie on the
ground, let the animal do what he would to her while she scissored her legs around his
furry neck and hunched up to him.
"NO, NO!" Lindy cried, driving Out those terrible thoughts from her mind. No, she
couldn't be thinking things like that. It was bad enough she'd turned into a slut with
men. Now she was thinking about doing the same thing with a Doberman? Oh, what
had she become? Even the dirtiest slut who worked the south beach wouldn't think of
performing with an animal!
Lindy sucked a ragged breath in and jerked against the table top. She couldn't stop the
rush of feelings taking her over. She was completely ashamed of the way she was acting.
But the blonde teen was also curious about the strange combination of sensations
coursing through her hot little cunt. She dug the balls of her feet into the soft wood,
squeezing her buttocks together and hunching her pussy forward, impaling it
temporarily on the dog's pointed snout.
"Man, she's goin' for it now," Chuck commented, dropping a fourteen-inch black
leather double-dildo and smirking at the panting, sweaty young blonde teen.
Lindy let out a groan, shaking several strands of hair from her face. She panted hard,
feeling dizzy while the dog kept licking her. He growled while he rimmed the swollen
edges of her cuntal mouth. Lindy felt her muscles buckle and convulse deep inside her.
"I'll bet you ain't never thought this kind of thing could happen, eh, baby? Bet you
thought only them Mexican chicks down in T J. did this kind of thing. Well, man, you
ain't no better. Fact, you're probably worse, 'cause they just do it for bucks. You're doin'
it 'cause you dig it."
Mike's words bit her pride. Yes, she was actually embracing the dog, egging him on.
But what could she do? Her pussy seemed to have a will of its own. The velvet tongue
lapped and lapped. The sound of her clit being pressed down into the wet puffy folds of
her cunt made her gasp with excitement. She could hear the men breathing heavily.
Knowing they were watching, knowing their cocks were growing hard and stiff, excited
the young teenager even more.
Lindy felt her heart pounding hard in her chest. She was confused, dizzy, her cunt
flooding hot butter for the Doberman to lap up.
"Ohhhhhhhh... ohhhhhh God," Lindy breathed.
Willie T. had pushed his tongue inside her cunt. It was as if he were looking for
something. What did he think was inside her body? Lindy cried out, pushing her legs
together, hunching forward. What a wild sensation it was to feel the dog's furry head
rubbing against the insides of her thighs! Another hot, chilly flash shot through her
cunt as his tongue curled inside her pussy. She was being stretched open by a dog and
loving it! Lindy knew she'd never be able to look at herself in a mirror again!


Chapter 8

"Take her down, man. I wanna see this little bitch really get down on this mutt," Mike
said, his lips curling into a smile again.
Chuck and Jerry dropped their leather devices and stood up, brushing Willie T. away
for the moment while unfastening the iron manacles.
"Hey, Willie, it's okay. Man, we ain't gonna take your bitch from you," Chuck said as
the big dog growled angrily.
"Yeah, man, she's gonna be good and hot and ready for you," Jack said, unfastening
one cuff and holding the girl up while his buddy worked on the other one.
Lindy felt herself sagging toward the floor. The ropes holding her hands together were
also untied.
"Okay. Let go," Jack said.
Lindy felt herself free for the first time. She tried to steady herself. But her knees were
too weak from excitement and exhaustion and she tumbled to the cold concrete floor.
"Ohhhh," the blonde teen moaned in a shivering voice. "NOOOOO, NO!" Lindy cried,
realizing she was completely exposed to the big dog now. At least suspended on that
weird table top prevented him from really going at her. But now she was prone on the
floor, completely exposed to anything he wanted to do to her.
At first Lindy made a few attempts to repulse him. But Willie T. just backed away,
lowering his face and letting out that steady growl that terrified the girl. Eventually
Lindy gave up, knowing any real attempts at escape would only bring down the dog's
anger on her head.
"That's it, baby, just sit back and enjoy it. Willie's gonna make sure you get a real good
lickin'," Mike said, pulling out his dick and milking it for all it was worth. He enjoyed
this kind of thing, watching a woman humiliated. Lindy had let her knees slowly fall
apart as her fear of the animal diminished. The dog was going wild. His tongue slopped
over the tender inner thighs. Each lick was bringing incredible thrills of lust from her
pussy. It was a wonderful, lovely friction. Her knees spread apart more and more. Lindy
heard her cuntlips unstick and peel back. Oh, how she wanted Willie to be everywhere
on her body at once. The girl rocked her ass over the floor, now wet with sweat and
pussy juice. Her flesh squeaked over the smooth surface while her feet slid back and
forth.
"Oh, THERE!" Lindy screamed, throwing her head back in a spasm of wild ecstasy. The
blonde teen knew he was tasting her as he tried to push more of his furry muzzle into
her snatch. Gently his long pink tongue settled on her clit, curling around her clit,
petting that tiny sex spindle until Lindy was going out of her mind with wild sexual
excitement. It felt as if someone had attached electric wires to her pussy!
"Man, maybe he'll fuck her," Mike thought out loud.
"Later, maybe. I think he just wants to lick her off," Chuck said, growing more
interested in the vile scene in front of him as Lindy's cries became more strained and
high-pitched.
The blonde didn't dare think of what was happening to her. Yes, she knew the animal
between her shivering white legs was licking her off. Yet it was better if she kept her
eyes closed and tried to think only of the wonderful hot wet friction. What caused it she
couldn't think too much about... yet.
"Oh God help me, help me," Lindy whispered, lighting through the red fog of
sensuality that had blurred her consciousness for the moment. Then the hunger of her
body forced everything from her mind except the desire to make the aching hurt
between her legs even better. She was possessed by this lust. Lindy moved her hands
down her belly to find the dog's pointed nose. She felt with her fingers at the squishy,
steamy mess between her thighs and felt the dog's tongue lapping at it.
"Gonna jerk off, baby? Gonna make yourself come in the mutt's mouth?" Mike taunted.
"Yessss, yessss," Lindy hissed through her teeth.
The blonde teenager moved her ass up, giving Willie more to eat. He sensed her
growing excitement and whimpered through his nose. Now he was bathing the bottom
of her buttocks with hot spit, lapping back into the split of her asscheeks. For a
moment Lindy wondered how his tongue would feel worming its way into her asshole.
Then she thought twice about it and dropped her ass back down to the floor, tilting her
cunt so the animal would keep on lapping her fuck slot.
"Oh, OHHHH!"
Lindy felt so hot and wet down there. She moved her hands up and pushed her shaking
fingers through the dog's fur coat.
"Fuck 'im, baby, fuck his tongue," Jack muttered.
Willie's long pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack. It felt so good, so
shamelessly good. Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction. The girl fanned her
fingers out along the animal's neck, raising her feet from the floor. She inched her
knees back until they were nearly touching her tits. Then she spread them even farther
apart. Every hollow of her pussy seemed exposed to the hungry dog. Willie nuzzled and
licked at her, shoving his nose against her soaked cunt.
Lindy gasped and babbled to him. She didn't care any longer about what was making
her excited. Drool leaked from one corner of her mouth. She moved her ass up, let it
fall back again, then moved it up once again. It rocked up and back, up and back, faster
and faster. She twisted to the side so Willie's fangs brushed first one cuntlip, then the
other. Oh, she'd never been this hot before! And now it was an animal bringing her up
to a full fever pitch!
"Uhhhh, ohhhh!" Lindy cried.
It was the best thing that had happened to her. The sensations were driving her insane.
She worked her ass around in frantic circles, crying excitedly through her nose. Lindy
didn't care what anybody said or thought right now. She was too occupied in bringing
herself to the edge of a sharp, feverish orgasm.
"AIYEEEEEEE!"
Her cuntal walls spasmed. The blonde teen could feel her muscles trying to grab the
animal's black nose. She was teetering on the brink of a powerful orgasm. She kicked
her feet up high, spreading her toes apart until they cramped.
"NOOOO!" she cried. The world around her exploded. Somewhere under her she
heard the animal yipping and growling. He was nuzzling again between her bloated
cuntlips. She felt the tender membranes fill with blood. She thought of the men who
had fucked her. The storm of her cum intensified with images of Mike, Jack and Chuck.
She pitched on the floor, bucking her ass against Willie's parted jaws. His front fangs
cut her slightly. The acute tickle raking across her clit brought babbling groans of
pleasure from her throat. She raked the big animal's fur with her fingers, pulling him
harder against her. Lindy gave tiny jerky hunches up against his maw, afraid to get too
wild for fear of scaring him away.
"Oh, oh, OOOHHHH!"
Lindy tossed her head, feeling her hair splashing in soft tangles around her shoulders.
Her thighs were tormented with an itching, tantalizing fire. She quivered like a tightly
drawn arrow, bucking her body so wildly that twice she nearly knocked Willie off her.
But the animal stayed, nuzzling her, panting his hot breath against her convulsing cunt.
Hot juices flowed out onto the floor, wetting the Doberman's nose until the smacking
wet sounds were louder than before. Lindy felt her orgasm sweep over her like a tidal
wave, engulfing every sense of her tiny body. She jerked like a speared fish, finally
shoving her fingers into her cunt and whimpering while the animal licked her shaking,
whitened knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again Willie T. lay beside her. She'd been rolling around,
whimpering, drawing her knees up to her belly as the final delicious spasms of her
powerful climax swept over her. Now the animal's furry body felt so warm and
comforting.
"Oh no, no," Lindy cried, staring at the dog and realizing what she'd done. The girl
began to wonder if she were losing her mind. She was so horny. That had to be it! She
was so damned horny anything between her legs was welcome. The men wouldn't play
along so she slipped a little and made it with a dog. But after all, he'd just licked her. It
was only his tongue that had entered her pussy. She could see his pointed red knobby
dick shrinking back into his furry sheath. Lindy sighed, closing her eyes and
shuddering. Well, at least she hadn't gone so far as to spread her legs and take that
thing up her cunt!
"Get 'er washed," Mike said, wrinkling his nose as he stared at her.
Chuck and Jack picked the groaning young teenager up off the floor and dragged her to
a small metal stall at the other end of the basement. Lindy could hardly support herself
as she shuffled over the cold, smooth concrete floor.
"Gotta wash that doggie fur off you," Jack said, stretching out one hand and turning on
the water.
Lindy flinched, feeling droplets of ice-cold water splash from the metal floor of the
shower stall and spatter on her warm flesh.
"Yeah, ain't no one around here's gonna talk to you when you smell like a mutt,"
Chuck added, tightening his grip on her sore wrists as the water rushed from the
overhead shower and roared against the rusty metal sides.
"Fuck, no hot water," Jack muttered, thrusting his hand in the spray, then pulling it out
and shaking the droplets over the girl. Lindy shivered, staring at the rushing water.
"Too bad. Guess something's wrong with the heater. In you go," Chuck said, pushing
the girl forward violently.
Lindy stumbled over the bottom ridge of the shower stall, pitching, forward helplessly.
She jerked out both arms for balance, tumbling into the small cubicle. Lindy struck her
head against the back wall while her feet slid back and forth on the slippery cold metal
surface. The icy water brought her back to her senses.
"OHHHH!" she screamed, her eyes widening as the cold water pelted her warm flesh.
Her skin began to turn a light blue as she flailed helplessly away at the rushing
droplets. "Lemme out!" she cried, twisting around and starting to climb back out.
"In, you goddamned little slut," Jack growled, shoving her back into the stall with both
hands.
Lindy staggered back, her ass and shoulders banging against the rear wall. Water pelted
her, the icy stream making her cunt clench hard on thin air. She could almost hear the
slapping of her cuntal walls as they clamped down on nothingness.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the young woman screamed, turning her back on the water and clawing
helplessly at the painted metal wall. Something odd was happening. The cold and pain
created by that shower triggered a strange kind of sexual excitement. Lindy couldn't
believe how her pussy was reacting. She shrugged her shoulders, slamming her tits and
belly against the cold, wet, metal shower-stall wall while rocking her hips from side to
side. The freezing water immobilized her cunt temporarily, holding it at the unbearable
height of each pulse for seconds at a time. Oh Lord, this was the strangest feeling! It
wasn't actually a climax... not in the ordinary sense. The extreme temperature against
her flesh shortly after a powerful orgasm had created a kind of mini-come.
"Look at 'er go. Man, she's fuckin' the water," Jack commented.
Lindy twisted around, nearly falling to her knees. When the shower water blasted across
her tits the girl thought the freezing would strangle her. She fought with all her
strength to grab short breaths. Her entire chest tightened and spasmed, battling the
terrifying chill of that shower stream. She could hear Jack and Chuck laughing at her. It
didn't matter. All Lindy wanted was to have that powerful cold stream stop.
"OHHHHH!" Lindy cried angrily, reaching out and grabbing hold of the rusty faucets.
She tried to turn them. But all her strength had left her hands and fingers and seeped
down to her pussy. The girl hung her head down, her blonde hair dripping with water
while she spread her legs wide apart until her feet were touching the sides of the stall.
The girl was out of control. Lindy wanted to scream. The water and gut-wrenching
burst of this climax took her breath away and wouldn't let her do anything except pant.
With a gurgling howl Lindy slipped to the floor. The rushing sound of the water
drowned out the laughing and curses from the men as the icy water washed over her
flesh. Lindy strangled on her sobs, her breath driven out both by her climax and the
incredible cold water. The bright light nearby dimmed while the young woman dragged
her clawing fingers on the metal floor.
"Come on baby, go for it, go for the water," Jack said, raising one foot and placing it on
her forehead. He straightened his leg, kicking her back into the shower stall.
"NOO!" Lindy screamed, her head striking the stall. The force of that kick sent her
body sprawling in that tiny cubicle. Her knees spread apart, hitting either side of the
stall while her butt skidded on the wet floor.
The blonde teen felt her head begin to spin dizzy-ingly. Desperately the naked,
tortured, still-coming girl tried to climb back up, her face turned from the icy water.
Finally Lindy's arms collapsed and she slid down onto the floor. The white-painted wall
in front of her darkened. Lindy felt the world crash into her pussy. The water stopped
and quickly the girl became quiet. Exhaustion and pain had finally overcome her and
Lindy fell into unconsciousness.
The girl didn't know how long she'd been unconscious. When she awoke Lindy found
herself lying in a small bed, wrapped in a coarse woolen blanket. She had no idea where
she was. All she knew at the moment was that the material scratched her skin, making
it prickle and itch as she stirred.
Thoughts of what had happened already entered her mind. She remembered Mike and
Jack and Chuck taking her prisoner, raping her brutally, then forcing her to take on the
animal after beating her with that riding crop. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
The icy water had done little to ease the pain radiating from the injured areas of her
body.
But what was worse was the mental torture. It was bad enough to have become aroused
at her own brutal rape from the men. But to have taken on the dog, to have felt
something when the animal began licking her, well, that was too overwhelming for the
girl to consider now.
Lindy groaned and turned over, pulling the blanket over her face, burying herself from
the eyes of a disapproving world.
Then a thought struck Lindy. She was alone! There was no one around. She lay quietly
for a few more seconds, pricking up her ears, listening for the slightest sound that
would indicate the men were still around.
Nothing. Slowly the girl pushed the blanket down from her face and raised her head.
How long was I passed out? Those terrible men... the cold water! Lindy thought to
herself as she pushed the blanket down to her knees and sat up. It was dark, so dark
she could hardly see her hand in front of her. Had they left? Had they wrapped her up
like this then walked out, leaving her to find her own way back?
The young woman could tell she was still in the basement. The damp muskiness and
distinct odor of the animal still hung in the air. Where had they all gone?
Slowly the girl slid her legs over the side of the cot, pulling the blanket tightly around
her shoulders. Lindy didn't dare make a sound. She cringed when the small cot creaked
with every movement. Slowly Lindy rose, hugging the blanket tightly to her tits and
belly, carefully shuffling her feet as she headed to where she thought the stairway might
be.
Must be quiet, must be careful, she told herself, walking through the darkness. Twice
she stumbled over objects scattered on the basement floor. Lindy let out little cries of
surprise, then hated herself for making any sound as she stumbled toward the stairs.
There they are, the blonde teen thought with a rush of hope. Still no sounds, no
indications the men were still around. Lindy stretched out one hand and felt her
fingertips brush against the wood bannister. The steps creaked under her weight as she
climbed higher and higher. As she neared the top Lindy could see a stream of light
filtering under the door. Suppose the men were in the kitchen? How could she escape
then?
Come on, girl, can't give up now, Lindy told herself, mustering her courage and
climbing up the last three steps. She stretched out one hand, touching the knob, about
to twist it when the door suddenly swung open. The bright shaft of light made her
squint her eyes and draw back.
"So, you're awake, eh?" she heard Mike say. The tone of his voice indicated he was
drunk. She could smell his breath from where she was.
"That little bitch tried to get away," Chuck slurred.
"C'mon, let's give 'er the hot seat. She won't try nothin' after we finish with her on
that," Jack suggested.
Lindy flattened herself against the wall as Mike came at her with both arms
outstretched. They were going to kill her!


Chapter 9

"Let me go please, I'll do anything," Lindy cried as Mike ripped the blanket from her.
She'd stumbled backward down the stairs in the dark, nearly pitching her body into the
air twice. She would have died. Oh, how Mike and the others would have enjoyed that,
watching the life ebb out of her body. God only knows what they would have done to
her then!
"You'll do what the fuck we tell you to, that's for sure."
Mike's voice was almost calm even though his words were violent. They'd flipped on
the basement light as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"You tried to get away, eh? Gonna put the finger on us a second time, maybe send us
up for life on a fuckin' kidnappin' charge, eh?" Jack said, growing more and more
excited with his own words.
"Hey, take it easy, man. Mike's gonna make her pay," Chuck said in a calm voice,
laying a hand on his buddy's broad shoulder.
"Yeah, we gotta. She's gonna spring for the cops soon as we let her go."
"Man, don't worry," Mike said, folding his arms over his chest and staring down at the
trembling girl. "Gonna try somethin' out on you, baby. And if you take it, you're gonna
remember that it's only a sample of what you'll get if you talk."
With that he nodded his head, a signal to both Chuck and Jack to take her. Lindy
didn't bother struggling any more. What was the use? She'd tried screaming, struggling,
kicking, even trying to break out. And all it had done was cause more pain and
frustration. She'd go along with them, let them do what they would. Maybe they'd grow
tired of her. But wait, hadn't she thought of that before? Hadn't she tried to act passive
and had her own body betray her?
Now Mike and the others were going to try some new horror on her, some new torture
that would doubtless arouse her senses and again turn her into a willing partner.
The young men grabbed her by both arms and guided her past the bed where they'd
put her, past the shower stall where she'd been tortured by the cold water to a section
of the basement she'd never been before. Suspended by two chains some six feet from
the floor were two large clamps, reminding the girl of the clamps fastened at the end of
battery cables used to start cars. Once or twice Lindy remembered seeing those things at
car washes. "On her tits," Mike barked. Chuck pinned her arms tightly behind her
back, digging his fingertips in her flesh so hard he bruised the injured skin. Jack and
Mike moved forward, each taking one of the clamps in his hand and opening it. Lindy's
eyes bugged out as she saw the sharp teeth in the jaws of those clamps.
"No, no, don't touch me with those things!" she cried in a tiny voice, shuffling her feet
desperately, twisting back and forth in Chuck's tight grip.
But her cries were useless. As her long blonde hair splashed across her face, Mike and
Jack clamped the powerful metal jaws on her nipples, stepping back and watching the
dark reddish-brown tit tips turn slightly blue from the painful pressure.
"AHHRHHHGHH!" Lindy cried. The painful pressure was like a blow to her belly and
chest. At first she thought the teeth had pierced her flesh, tearing off the nipples. Then
Lindy realized the clamps had been adjusted so the teeth would hurt, but would not
injure unless she tried to struggle too much.
"Good, she knows she's gotta stay quiet," Mike said.
Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. At her height the clamps pulled her full tits up
from her chest. The sharp teeth teased more than hurt her nipples. Strange to say, the
young woman felt a rush of pleasurable feelings in her cunt and nipples. Oh Lord, it
was happening again! She was starting to feel warm and cuddly and excited again, those
feelings brought on by pain and humiliation. What a horrible woman she was
discovering herself to be!
"Let's hook her up," Mike said, backing away from the naked young girl.
Lindy fought back the tears as she stood there, keeping her hands behind her back even
though Chuck had let her wrists go. That's how well they had trained her. She'd
become a perfect slave. They didn't even have to tell her not to move and she did it
voluntarily. Oh, damn them, damn them all to hell!
Her thoughts were interrupted by a scraping sound behind her. Carefully Lindy turned
her head around and saw Jack pushing a small wooden stand toward her. On its top
was an old hand generator, a wooden handle sticking out from one side. Several
brightly color-coded wires hung from one end tipped with tiny clamps resembling the
ones biting into her stiffening nipples.
"Two on her pubes, then attach the others to her nipples," Mike ordered.
Jack and Chuck pulled the wires from the generator, untangling them, then each taking
one clamp knelt down to one side.
"No, no," Lindy cried, feeling her flesh crawl as the men mechanically spread her outer
cuntlips apart, then attached the cold metal-toothed clamps to the fleshy hips.
The blonde teen shivered, arching her back and moving to one side until she felt the
clamps tearing at her nipples.
Mustn't move, mustn't move! Lindy told herself, closing her eyes and forcing herself to
be still.
"We'll just put the clamps on these," Jack muttered, fastening them onto the chains
attaching the larger metal jaws to the wall.
"Okay, baby, now we give you a real hot time," Mike sniggered, stepping behind the
small generator. He gripped the wooden handle, wishing she'd open her eyes and see
what he was about to do. Sucking in a deep breath the dark-haired biker gave the wheel
a half turn.
Lindy thought someone had touched her pussy with a candle. The girl stiffened again,
her body shaking mightily. A hot flash tore through her nipples, radiating down to her
pussy, then finally making her flesh flush red hot. Lindy opened her eyes and turned
her head, staring open-mouthed at the young men.
"What are you doing?" she cried, stretching out both hands and supporting herself
against the wall. Thank God they hadn't bound her hands behind her!
"Thought you'd like a little juice," Mike said, giving the wheel another half turn.
Lindy thought the world had exploded into bright colors. Her body jerked as another
hot flash tore through her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath, twisting and nearly
falling to the floor.
"Sorry you tried to get away?" Mike asked, drumming his fingers on the wooden
handle.
Lindy stared at the generator, sweat breaking out on her flesh while her scalp crinkled
with terror.
"No, don't, I'll do anything. I'll..."
Mike laughed softly, tightening his grip on the handle, pretending to move it. Lindy
screamed, closing her eyes and preparing herself for the hot pain. Nothing happened.
She stumbled forward, catching herself just in time. Breathing hard, the young woman
felt despair nearly overwhelm her. She would have collapsed to the floor. But the
clamps tore at her sore nipples, now aroused to their full half-inch length by the tiny
electric current that had assailed them. Lindy stiffened her legs, fighting to keep her
balance while Mike toyed with the generator.
Twice he pretended he was about to send a current through the wires. Twice Lindy
braced herself for nothing. The third time the young man gave the wheel a full turn,
and then another and finally a third. The steady flow of electricity nearly knocked
Lindy out. Her feet danced wildly under her, shuffling over the cracked cold concrete
basement floor while she pressed her hands against the wall, trying to keep from falling
and thus tearing her nipples off her jiggling heavy tits.
The juice flowed through the wires, making her cuntal muscles convulse and buckle.
Her clit popped out from the surrounding moist flesh and quivered as hot sparks
sputtered all around. The young woman felt as if she were frying in her own juices. Her
body pitched back and forth. Her thighs alternately chilled and flashed hot, tightening
and relaxing as the current intensified.
"No, no, NOOOOOOO!"
Mike increased the speed of his wheel turning. The grinding sound of the generator
mixed with the girl's constant screams and moans. Twice the young blonde teen nearly
passed out. No, she couldn't lose her balance. She'd wake up severely mutilated!
Spreading her legs widely apart Lindy struggled against the current. Concentrate on
your pussy, the blonde teen thought as her arm and leg muscles tightened and spasmed
because of the electrical current rushing through them. "NOOOOO!"
Lindy threw her head back and let out a loud bellow. Her pussy was tightening,
growing hotter and hotter as the big biker whirled the wooden generator handle around
and around. She flexed her ass muscles, humping her thighs back and forth in jerky
fucking motions. Oh, what was happening to her? She was fucking thin air, thinking
her pussy was filled with a fat hard dick. But that was actually what the young woman
was feeling. The rush of electric current was doing funny things to the sensitive nerve
endings in her cuntal mouth.
"Oh, oh, YESSSSS!" Lindy hissed through her teeth. Her fingertips clawed at the
cement wall block, chipping the concrete off in tiny splinters while her toes curled and
cramped.
Mike grit his teeth together, watching the girl getting off on the torture.
"NOOOOO AIYEEEEE!"
She was coming, actually coming with nothing to stimulate her.
"Gome, come!" the young woman moaned.
Lindy was wiggling her ass, dipping and plunging, the weight of her plump buttocks
adding to the sensations around her cunt. She was moving so fast that a sweat broke
out on her upper lip. She felt the hot dampness under each tit. A streak of drool oozed
again from one corner of her mouth. What was going on between her legs anyway?
"Come, come," the girl moaned again. Thrilling, agonizing spasms rushed through her
body. She swayed back and forth like someone drunk as the chains attaching her
nipples to the wall rattled from her violent movements. Her knees almost gave way as
she sank against the wall.
"Man, give it good to 'er," Jack said, rubbing his cock with his hands.
Lindy felt a fire storm rush through her pussy as Mike turned the generator handle
faster and faster. Her body danced like a crazed puppet across the floor while her head
rolled from side to side. It was grotesque, awful to be acting this way. Somehow Lindy
managed to keep from sinking to the floor as the final waves of her orgasm rushed
through her pussy. Seeing the girl was totally exhausted, Mike stopped whirling the
wheel around. Lindy braced herself against the wall using both hands. The weight of
the chains and clamps felt heavy now. She dropped her head down, her long blonde
hair curtaining her face. She felt a little drunk with lust. Oh, how changed she'd
become in the past few hours!
"Take 'er down," Mike said, shaking his head slowly from side to side.
Lindy murmured thanks to the two men as they unhooked her, then gently opened the
clamps that left marks in her nipples and surrounding flesh. She sank backward into
Jack's arms, the room swirling around. This had to be the end of her ordeal. Lindy felt
she couldn't endure another of their crazy tortures.
"Please, haven't you done enough to me? Why, why are you doing this?" Lindy sobbed
as they led her back to the cot she'd rested on earlier.
"Why?" Mike asked, signaling the others to stop. He walked up to her and grabbed the
young woman by the chin. "Why, eh? Sometimes there ain't a good reason. Sometimes
it's just the idea of a boot pushin' into a face. That's a good enough reason for it. A
boot always shovin' down in a face, a face like yours, bitch," he growled.
The image made Lindy shiver. If she hadn't fully suspected it before now she knew. The
young biker and his friends only looked for excuses to inflict pain. If they couldn't find
any, they persecuted others just the same.
"Stupid bitch," Mike said, shoving her back. At that point the animal's growling behind
them made everyone stop. "Well, there's somebody here who don't think you're that
dumb."
Lindy had fallen onto the cot. She was sore, her body aching from the beatings, from
the clamps, from the electricity that had burned her to her very core. And now Willie
was back at it. A jab of fear shot through her when she saw the animal stretch, then trot
around Mike's legs and stop at her feet. The girl scooted back, closing her legs tightly to
the dog.
"All of a sudden you're a fuckin' virgin, eh?" Mike said, sniggering. He stretched one
hand forward and hit her hard across the side of her head. Lindy cried out, falling to
one side. The big dog moved forward, shoving his cold nose between her asscheeks. He
was wetting her crotch easily.
"Oh nooooo!" she gasped, spit oozing from her lips. She kicked at the animal. But all
her strength had evaporated.
"Go on, baby, go on and let 'im fuck you. Man, it's the only thing you ain't done. And
God only knows that's about all you're fuckin' good for now," Chuck said, kicking her
hard on the side. Jack joined him. Lindy screamed, moving her hands protectively up to
.her head, then down to her tits, then down over her cunt as the three men rained
down blows. The girl slid off the cot, staggered to her feet and ran away from the
bikers, crying out for mercy, begging them to stop.
"Go on, honey, make it with the mutt," Mike ordered in a gruff voice.
"No, no," she said shaking her head from side to side. She'd fallen against the table
with a sliding top, the one she'd been cuffed to earlier. The girl climbed on, edging back
away from the prowling, growling Doberman. She peered down, seeing his brown eyes
glitter with excitement. He was fully enjoying this chase. He thought it was all a fun
game! If only she could tell him how much she hated this, how much she wanted to get
away from them all!
"OH!" Lindy cried. The big dog had reared back, pushed forward and jumped onto the
table. In her position Lindy couldn't move. One leg was tucked under her butt while
the other dangled over one edge. He dropped his head, letting out a low steady growl
while peeling back those black lips. A string of spittle dripped toward the table top. His
toenails clicked unnervingly over the wood.
"No, no, please don't," she begged.
Lindy swatted at Willie. But the animal ignored her weak punches now. He shoved
forward, pressing his cold snout against her cuntlips. The young teenager threw her
head back while arching her back at that light cold touch.
"Damned dog, damned dog," she muttered over and over again as he worked her
cuntlips apart now. He was stroking them hungrily with his rough, sandy tongue. Lindy
had drooped her head down as the deliriously erotic feeling washed over.
She dropped her lips slackly. The sloppy noises Willie was making against her pussy
excited her further.
"Oh, oh, this is awful, oh GOD!"
Lindy whimpered half with shame, half with passion. Willie knew how to lick. He knew
too damned well how to lick. The girl reached forward and shoved back again. But in
an instant the animal brought his hot tongue up through the sloppy mess of her pussy
and she trembled like a bitch in heat.
"NO!"
The Doberman caught her wrist between his jaws. He pressed lightly, digging his fangs
gently into her flesh. He was letting her know just what he was capable of. Lindy
sucked in a deep breath, shaking her head from side to side.
"No, no, I can't go through with this again. I just can't!"
But the young woman was feeling her pussy heat up like a blast furnace. The animal
was growling with pleasure as he wet the backs of her thighs, her asscheeks, her puffy,
slick cuntal crack.
"Go for it, baby. Go on, you want his fuckin' tongue lappin' up and down your crack.
Go for it," Mike said, encouraging her.
Oh that teasing, tickling wetness rubbing her cunt open was driving her mad. It was
there – insistent, prodding, hungry. Ohhhh, it was wonderful the way Willie T.
wallowed his black nose way into her cuntal opening. She felt her muscles cramp and
convulse around that invasion. The animal grunted, driving his tongue in wild lapping
frenzies over her spread-open pussy. The hair curled along the sides of her cuntlips, wet
with the dog's hot spit. Lindy sensed the dog's touch was much lighter than before. He
went at her with the same eagerness as he'd done earlier. But when the pink tongue
brushed her hard clit it was excruciatingly tickly... a whisper-soft touch. She widened
her knees shamelessly, feeling the dog move down and lap between her dripping loins.
Yes, she was a real bitch now. Taking on the animal the way she was doing now, Lindy
was more immoral than the thugs forcing her into this terrible act.


Chapter 10

Willie's mouth was gone for the moment. Then she felt him take hold of one of her
asscheeks between his fangs and shake her gently. The pull of that nipped flesh, the
straining of it against her clit, seemed to be pushing her close to the edge of climax.
Lindy struggled to keep from coming too quickly. If they were going to humiliate her
this way, she was going to make the most of it.
"Ohhhhh!" The blonde teenager felt the animal bump his head against her thighs to
keep them open. He was up on his paws now, driving his pointed muzzle roughly
against her pussy.
She knew all the men were watching. She knew their cocks were straining against their
pants while she moved her ass sensuously back and forth against the floor and the
animal's maw. How strangely good it was to feel Willie eating her cunt!
"Oh no, no, no," the young woman groaned, rolling her head from shoulder to
shoulder. Those feverish chills were racing through her pussy now. Hot juice seeped
from her velvety cuntal slit, oozing into her tight little asscrack, trickling into her
shitter. How good it was to feel the Doberman actually kissing her cuntal mouth.
Lindy whimpered passionately. She fought for breath while her chest and throat
tightened with her growing excitement. Willie was making strong, violent fucking
motions. Each snap of his strong back made the red doggie cock dance and jerk under
his belly.
The blonde teenager realized what the animal was trying to do. No, she couldn't take
the dog between her legs and let him fuck her. She'd done a lot this evening, but that
would be the lowest level she could sink to.
"Go on, baby, let oF Willie strap you one. Man, with all them bumps on his dick you'll
go nuts," Mike said.
"Yeah, she'll be goin' to the zoos all the time from now on. She won't be able to fuck a
regular man once Willie's cock gets through rammin"er," Chuck added.
Lindy whistled through her flared nostrils. How could she stop this terrible act from
going further? The dog was pushing his shoulders against her thighs, shoving forward
more frenziedly, actually humping his back and hindquarters in fucking motions. His
growling was growing more throaty, more excited. Lindy knew he wanted to fuck her.
How, how could she stop him? "Back, get back!"
Lindy cried out again for him to leave her alone, shoving the persistent Doberman back
and swinging her legs over one side of the table. She could hardly move. Oh, she was so
weak!
But somehow the teenager managed to slide off the table and take several steps. Her
legs were so shaky! The girl leaned forward, one hand draped over her belly while the
other swung back and forth for balance. Her hair curtained her face while she took
several more steps away from the table. Where was she going to go? Lindy knew the
men could capture her at any moment, strap her down, raise her legs and let the
Doberman fuck her.
But the young woman realized they wanted to see her encourage the dog. Their
enjoyment would come from watching her turn into someone as depraved and wanton
as they were.
Willie positioned himself between her knees and started licking them tenderly. He was
circling her now after having jumped off the table and trotted after her.
There's no place to go! Lindy thought, holding her head in both hands now and
drawing in deep, whistling breaths. She staggered forward a few more steps, shivering
when she felt the dog's warm body brush against her calves. It was a devastating
feeling!
"You can't, oh God, you can't do this to me," Lindy whimpered, finally reaching one
wall and leaning heavily against it. She felt the harsh brush of the unfinished concrete
cinder blocks against her shoulder. The dog was still below her, barking, growling.
Then Lindy felt the Doberman push her knees apart, shove his strong shoulders farther
between her legs. Lindy sucked in her lower lip and bit it until she could taste blood,
then let it happen. No, she wasn't going to fight off the big animal any longer. The girl
slid down the wall, covering her tits with one hand while hiding her face with the other.
Willie stepped back and waited until Lindy's ass touched the smooth concrete floor. He
was on top of her in an instant, his weight pushing her flat onto the ground.
"Ohhhhhh!" Lindy cried.
Willie T. seemed to go crazy. He was more aroused than before. He scraped his sharp
claws against her thighs and stuck his long nose up and down against the slick folds of
her pussy. She could feel that stubby short fur surrounding his snout tickling the
sensitive areas in her cunt.
Lindy couldn't stop herself from tumbling toward orgasm. Her pussy oil was gurgling
out, spilling freely onto the big animal's snout as he lapped more and more of it. The
young teenager rocked her body from side to side, her buttocks squeaking over the
smooth floor. Her tits jiggled like two mounds of jelly while her injured nipples
stiffened up once more.
Now the young woman was tormented by her own coursing electricity. No longer did
she need the electrical generator to send shock waves up to her tits and belly. A
powerful sexual knot began to grow deep in her body. Tentatively Lindy moved one
shaky hand down to her furry cuntal mound. She felt how wet she was, and felt the
dog's tongue lap between her fingers. When she dragged her fingers up her belly they
made streaks on her flushed skin. The streaks dried, leaving cool places to contrast
violently with the surrounding heated flesh. The result was a wild sensation that sent
the girl even higher! "No, oh God, no!"
Lindy couldn't have stopped herself if her life depended on it. A wild fire had started
deep in her cunt and would continue to rage on until she climaxed! And the way the
Doberman was purposely teasing her, driving her up to the brink of coming, then
backing down. It would be a long time before she reached relief.
"Man, you think we can make her give head or somethin' while she gets it on with the
mutt?" Jack asked, his eyes glittering with lust while he fingered his dick through his
Levi's.
"Yeah, we could do it. But I wanna see that cunt take on Willie solo. You don't get a
chance to see shit like this all the time," Mike countered, leaning back and spreading
his legs widely apart. He shifted his ass on the overturned crate and pulled out his cock,
slowly fingering it while watching the young girl pitch, writhe and twist in front of him.
The other bikers did the same, fighting down their desires to fuck the young woman.
Lindy knew what was happening was horrible. Yet she couldn't stop the dog or herself.
Willie was whining, letting his tongue wet her higher on her belly. Another feverish
chill swept through her belly. Bending one knee and moving it up to her chest so the
animal could have more room to lick, Lindy growled back, feeling the dog sniff then lap
harder at her puffy, white cuntlips. When the tip of his tongue pressed against her clit
the girl made a tiny crying noise in her throat. "Oh, oh, OH!"
Lindy rolled over on her belly, sliding her body back and forth. Her nipples felt so good
rubbing against the smooth concrete now slick with her sweat and cuntal juice. The dog
was over her, pawing her asscheeks, whining through his throat, dropping his head and
shoving his snout against her buttocks.
"No, oh God, no, this can't happen to me, it can't!" the girl cried. Tears welled up in
her eyes as she dug her elbows into the floor and tried to crawl away. No use. Lindy
realized it would be better just to give into the dog, get it over with. Then the men
would let her go and she'd have the rest of her life to deal with the horrors that would
surely follow this act.
Reluctantly, shaking the tears from her eyes, Lindy pushed herself up in a bitch-fucking
position. The weight of her tits pulled at her upper chest as she spread her thighs far
apart. Lindy hung her head down between her jutting shoulders, straightening her
elbows, preparing for the dog's assault.
It came almost immediately. She felt his paws scratching at her buttocks. Then there
was a bark, followed by the sensation of furry weight starting on her asscheeks and
continuing up her back. He was on her, actually mounting her! Lindy closed her eyes
and fought down the desire to vomit. She was going to be fucked, actually fucked by an
animal!
"Oh God help me, help me!" she wailed, tossing her head from side to side. Her long
blonde hair swept across her whitened knuckles while her asscheeks shivered and
danced with every move she made.
"Fuck 'er, man, fuck 'er," Jack crooned from his corner.
"Yeah, drive that knobby ol' thing in her pussy," Chuck added.
All three men were jacking off together fast now, their fingers flying over their greased
dicks as Lindy backed into the fucking animal.
"OH!"
She felt the claws of his forelegs scrape her sides painfully. She bit her lip again and
tried to think only of the wild hunger torturing her own body. She had her back bowed
down, her ass thrust out to make the angle of her cunt right for his prong. Was that
even possible? Lindy didn't know what she was doing. All she wanted was for this
terrible thing to be over.
Willie tucked his ass under, moving it back and forth in the instinctive movements of
fucking. A thrill shot through the girl's mind. Her tight little ass moved, dipped, rocked
from side to side. Something brushed her seepy cuntal crack. It was so hot and slick
and long! Lindy shivered again, knowing full well what it was.
"Fuck... fuck." She was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge the animal on. Was
this really happening to her? Couldn't she blot out the fact that it was a Doberman on
top of her and pretend it was Mike or chuck or Jack or some other man doing this?
Wouldn't it be far easier to imagine a human mounting her rather than... than a... dog?
"Ohhhhh, fuck me," Lindy groaned. Oh, it was happening! She could feel the pointed
red tip of the Doberman's dick gouging lower along the seeping heat of her cleft. It
moved lower. A flash of fear and shame and disgust radiated through the blonde teen's
mind. Her excitement was at a keen pitch now. Lindy knew she was treading on the
fringe of satisfying her need to have her pussy filled. But could she go this far? Did she
have a choice? Did she have limits any longer, or was she a shameless slut, thinking
only of her hot little cunt and nothing else?
As she sobbed and thought of her immorality, Willie slipped his doggie hips a little
lower and jerked forward. Lindy stiffened, feeling the red barb slide into her pussy.
"Take it out, out!" Lindy cried, attempting to crawl away from the animal.
But Willie was holding too tightly onto her. In the end the girl surrendered, bowing her
head in shame as the big Doberman continued fucking her.


Chapter 11

"Huhhhhrrrr! Hrrrruurrr!" Lindy growled every time the large dog tightened his thighs
and drove his knobby prick into her fuckhole. All the bumps acted like the stimulators
on French ticklers, stimulating all her pussy nerve endings. The young woman couldn't
believe the fever triggered in her snatch by the animal's long dick. She curled her
fingers into claws and scraped them along the concrete floor. Her lower jaw slackened
while strange strangled groans came from her throat. The young girl's body shivered
and bucked, her thunderous tits swaying with her violent fucking movements. His body
was so warm, so comforting as he rubbed over the flesh of her back. Even his furry
forelegs were comforting as they tightened around her upper chest. His hindquarters
pressed up against the backs of her legs while he continued drilling his cock harder and
deeper into her swampy cunt.
Lindy heard the dog whimpering in her ears, felt him breathing hard and heavy against
the back of her her neck. She was acting like a dog, probably even smelling like a dog
now!
"Nnnnnnghhhh!" she groaned as she felt the dribbling warm streams of doggie cum
wash against her pussy walls. He was close, as close as she was. Lindy felt her pussy
muscles tighten, cramp, buckle and knead at the fucking animal's prick.
Willie stiffened, his head jerking up while his ears flattened back. He'd never fucked
anything like this before, something so soft and yet so tight, something that was
grabbing at his fucking dick. The big animal howled, pulling back slightly, twisting his
body around until Lindy's cramping pussy muscles relaxed and let go of their
temporary hold.
Lindy couldn't believe she was reacting this way. Powerful spasms tore her body apart.
She was breathing with raspy, choked breaths. Her face turned red, then white while
her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head. She was teetering on the brink of a
powerful climax.
Willie realized the girl was going to cut loose, and hammered his cock faster and faster.
His narrow doggie hips pistoned wildly. The room was filled with the squishy sound of
his cock trenching out the girl's juicy hole. He tightened his grip around her chest,
flattening his head in the valley created by her shoulder blades. Lindy let out hard,
sharp panting sounds, readying herself for a cuntal nuclear explosion.
"HHHRRROHHHHNOOO!"
The girl felt something hot and wet and sticky flood into her pussy. She knew it was his
jizz, streaming out of his knobby cock and spattering against her slick cuntal walls.
It was all Lindy needed. With a shriek she cut loose, let go her hold on reality and felt
her world explode into millions of brightly colored pieces.
"IIIIEIIEEE!"
The blonde teen rocked and pitched on the floor, her elbows bending out then finally
collapsing under the pressure of her orgasm. Lindy didn't know which end was up any
longer. Her cunt clamped down on the firing rod, holding it tightly, the muscles
milking that knobby boner while it filled her pussy with gouts of animal spunk.
Lindy didn't know how long her climax lasted. Her mind whirled around like a merry
go-round out of control. She heard the men laughing at her, saw them pointing, saw
someone shooting off, pointing his cockhead at her, trying to hit her face with his jizz.
Then everything went black. The girl hadn't passed out, but had temporarily lost touch
with reality. When she came to Lindy found herself on her side. The animal had long
since left, curling up in one corner and licking his shrinking dick. Lindy could still feel
his warm stubby fur coat rubbing against her flesh. Then a feeling of extreme sickness
swept over her. The consequences of her obscene, grotesque act were beginning to be
felt.
"Wash her up again," Mike ordered.
Lindy wanted to tell them she was too sick to be moved. She only wanted to lie on the
floor and die. But she couldn't find the power to speak. Instead, the young blonde teen
only groaned. She felt them scoop her off the floor, drag her back to the metal shower
stall and throw her in like a sack of potatoes. Somehow Lindy managed to grip onto the
water faucets as they turned on the icy spray.
"OHHHH!"
She screamed again and again while the cold water cleansed her body of the animal
smell, fur and cum.
They dried her off, taking her back to the cot.
Lindy sat down, feeling her head still whirling around maddeningly. What more could
they do to her? Holding her head in both hands she looked desperately up at Mike.
"I can't take any more," she said in a hollow voice. "Kill me or let me go. I just can't
take any more."
Mike nodded his head, smirking down at her.
"Baby, you're stronger than you think. You'd be able to take on a fuckin' regiment and
still walk away. Shit, you're made outta old army boots," he commented.
"Let's give 'er a souvenir and let's get the little bitch outta here," Jack said.
"Yeah, come on, I wanna see this," Chuck added.
"Souvenir?" Lindy asked. This was something else, another new torture for her to
endure. She let out a low groan, wishing there were some way she could take her life.
Mike said nothing, pushing the girl back on the cot with such a force Lindy's head
struck the wall with a sharp, hollow sound. It was yet another injury, another indignity
to add to the long list she'd had to endure.
Though she faded in and out of the present scene she saw Mike and Jack move an iron
bowl she'd seen earlier close to the cot. One of them fished out a can of Sterno, opening
it and setting it just below the iron dish. He lit it, warming the entire surface before
settling it in a small rack just below the bowl. Chuck took several pieces of rope, once
again tying her wrists together, then fastening the free end of the line to one of the
wooden cross legs of the cot. He did the same to her ankles, tying the girl to the small
bed.
Only now did Lindy realize a long iron poker with a wooden handle lay in the warming
bowl. Mike stirred it around, glancing at the metal end. She could hear other movement
in the bowl, guessing it was tilled with coals. They were going to brand her! Lindy was
fully awake now, her flesh glistening with sweat. This was the limit. She could take no
more. The girl felt as if she were burning up from the inside out.
"You're gonna remember us for a long time. You might even wanna come and see us,"
Mike said, taking the wooden handle and stirring the rod around in the bowl. The
scraping sounds were accompanied by a flurry of brilliant yellow and red sparks. Lindy
shuddered, feeling a cold sweat break out on her forehead.
"No, no, don't scar me," she pleaded. Mike pulled the poker from the coals and held it
in front of him. The pointed tip glowed bright red, its color turning darker up to the
handle.
"You ever seen how skin turns red, then gets real black with heat?" Mike asked. He still
didn't look at Lindy, but kept on examining the glowing poker.
Lindy's eyes bulged as she stared anxiously at the glowing poker. Her flesh crawled as
Mike stopped by the right side of the cot and started lowering it to her left leg.
"You're gonna feel real cold, then nothin', then the heat. It's been real nice fuckin' with
you," Mike said.
The glow of the rod illuminated Lindy's affected leg. The girl could feel the heat of that
poker. It was hot enough to singe without raising any blisters.
"No, no, noooooo!"
She let out a strangled cry of terror, her body arching on the cot and shaking violently.
She jerked her head up and looked with terrified, bulging eyes before dropping her
head down onto the cot. Her ankles and wrists rubbed back and forth against the ropes
as she writhed desperately.
The increasing heat turned a small portion of her flesh a brilliant red. Lindy groaned,
jerking at her bonds once more while begging Mike not to harm her.
The biker's smile dimmed, turning to an expression of intense concentration as he
dropped the poker to the flesh below.
"AIHHGHHHG!"
Lindy felt the world blow apart in front of her.
There was a hissing sound – the instant evaporation of the sweat under the burning
poker. Lindy froze, her fingers clawing at the cot as she waited for the shock of pain to
tear through her body.
"AHHHH!" she cried again. Smoke began to rise from her burning flesh, curling in
white wisps from the trembling leg. It was just as Mike had said. Lindy could feel an
intense sensation of cold. In the blink of an eye it had turned to numbness. And then
the agony of that red poker against her burning flesh tore through her reeling mind.
The blonde teenager shrieked, jerking her head to one side while rubbing her wrists
and ankles raw against the ropes. The pain numbed her mind. Her face reddened, then
turned white and pinched into a mask of agony while her mouth twisted open and let
out howls of pain.
Mike chuckled, sliding the poker off the leg and staring down at his handiwork. The
flesh where his rod had lain was dark red and bubbling like molten lava into blisters.
"There are a couple of cunts who wear that mark," Mike said softly.
Lindy didn't hear him. Her cries of agony died away into soft moans and whimpers as
her muscles relaxed. If only she could faint, lose consciousness! She nearly laughed,
remembering how she fought against doing that very thing only hours ago. Now it
would come as blessed relief.
Mike said nothing more, returning the poker to the bowl. The iron crackled and hissed
as it slid under the hot coals. The biker stood quietly by the side, staring down at the
girl while waiting for the iron to heat again. He cracked his knuckles, staring at his
buddies who still wanted to fuck the girl in spite of the fact she'd been violated by their
pet.
"Last mark," Mike announced.
Lindy tensed.
"No, oh God, no, not again!" she shrieked, screaming like an animal.
The burn on her left leg throbbed as Mike lowered the iron again. The heat warmed
her knees. Her lips babbled out a silent prayer as she watched the rod move slowly
from her lower legs toward her pussy. The scalding, unrelenting heat singed her tender
skin. As the iron moved over her crotch Lindy could feel her blonde pussy curls shrivel,
then smolder down to her flesh. The bitter stench of the burned hair reminded her of a
gutted, incinerated animal. The smell seemed to arouse the biker. His hand shook, the
iron poker bobbing. Against his tight-fitting Levi's Lindy could see an erection pressing
against his fly.
"No, don't, don't," she pleaded. Lindy struggled. Mike smiled once more, then dropped
the poker to her flesh. The girl stiffened, let out a final ear-piercing shriek, then fell
unconscious.
When she awoke Lindy found herself in a hospital. Her mother was sobbing away in
one corner while several doctors hovered over her.
"She's badly burned, but okay. I think the scar won't be too bad on that leg," one
doctor told a police officer.
Lindy could feel the heavy throbbing of that wound, a reminder of her horror.
"Do you feel strong enough to talk?" one officer asked.
Lindy shook her head, closing her eyes, feeling tears ooze out from behind her lashes.
Her mother wailed. Yes, cry mother, cry for your daughter who's nothing better than a
whore, she thought.
"We'll get the people who did this to her," a third officer muttered angrily between his
teeth.
Would they? Lindy sighed, not daring to look at them. She knew only too well how
those bikers would and could disappear without a trace, only to reappear to do their
damage. No, she doubted Mike and his buddies would be captured and brought to
justice. Actually, she should be the one dragged before the courts.
"We'll get 'em. Don't worry m'am."
Lindy smiled. If they only knew. Well, maybe she'd look for them. Lindy doubted any
normal man could satisfy the fire those men had started inside her. Let them go on
thinking she was the outraged maiden demanding vengeance. She'd keep up that
facade.
But in the meanwhile... in the meanwhile she'd have to figure out a way to contact
Mike. Oh, how her pussy ached even now thinking about those ropes, that crop, that
animal, the brutal way he and the others treated her! Get them? Oh no, she didn't want
that. Lindy smiled more broadly. She'd get them and bring them to her own peculiar
brand of justice.


THE END
