Chapter 2
He put his hands on her ass, cupping it and squeezing.
This is soooooft," he said to much laughter. He gripped her right thigh and jerked it wider, then reached forward and grabbed her thick golden hair, jerking her head up and back.
"Hold your head up, cunt-pad," the blonde guy snapped.
She had little choice as she knelt there trembling, the guy behind wrapping her hair around his fist.
"This is one nice ass," he sighed, slapping his other hand down on her buttocks.
"She looks like choice meat," the blonde said.
"Yeah. "The other guy ran his hand up and down her side, then reached under to grope and squeeze her breast.
"See how tight she is then," the blonde said. "We ain't got all day. We gotta be back to the camp by tonight."
"We got lots of time," the guy behind her grumbled.
"Speak for yourself, Jojo," another biker spoke out. "I need lots of time for a good ride."
Jordan gasped as the man behind cupped her pussy mound and squeezed it, then thrust a finger up into her tight pussy slot. He forced it in to the hilt, then pumped it in and out a few times.
"Nice and hot," he laughed.
He took out his finger, then pushed what Jordan knew was his cock against her cunt slit. He rubbed it up and down the crack a few times, then added pressure, forcing her cunt lips apart as it entered her body.
She groaned as it pushed in deep and fast. The biker had no consideration for her at all as he rammed his stiff pole up her fuck tunnel all the way to the balls. He grunted as the last inch of tool disappeared and his hips mashed her ass cheeks flat
"Ahhhh," he said, grinding his hips around in slow circles.
"Don't take all day," one of the bikers snapped.
"I gotta open her up," he protested.
"I'll fuckin' open her up. I'll rip her cunt open," another snarled.
"Just hold your balls," the guy said, jerking back on her hair again. "Okay, slut," he said to Jordan, "Work your cunt on my prick. Start squeezing."
"I... I..." He slapped her ass hard and she yelped in pain.
"Squeeze that pussy, bitch!" he snapped "Make it chew my pecker."
Jordan beared down on her cunt muscles, squeezing his cock.
"That's it, slut. Again. Again."
She squeezed down repeatedly as he stroked her body with his free hand and chuckled in appreciation.
"Harder, dog," he said, reaching down and slapping at the side of her hanging breast.
"OOwwwww!" she cried. She squeezed down again, harder, bearing down again and again as the biker began to slowly work his prong in and out of her fuck-hole.
"That's it, whore, work that pussy," the biker sighed. "That's what you were made for. Yeah. Yeahhhhh."
Her fuck-box clamped down on his prick again and again as he fucked her.
"Move that ass, slut," he said, slapping her ass again and jerking back on her hair.
She cried out again, sniffling and sobbing as she began to work her ass back against his slowly pumping cock pole. She continued to clamp down on her pussy muscles, afraid of being slapped again. Her breasts swayed back and forth beneath her as she humped back, and the watching bikers laughed and yelled as they watched them move.
"Swing those teats!"
"Shake em, baby!"
"Fuckin' cow, man."
The biker behind her began to fuck harder, thrusting deep as he reached down and grabbed a fist-full of tit. He mashed it between his fingers, twisting and kneading it as he rodded his prong into her belly. His hips began to slap against her ass cheeks as he jerked her back and forth even harder, making her cry out in pain as he pulled on her hair and tit.
She was numbed by the humiliation, by the shock of what was going on, of what was happening to her. The howls and cat-calls of the men surrounding her all blurred together into a senseless babble that she couldn't understand. She closed her tear filled eyes as the biker fucked still harder and her entire body jerked and shuddered from his mighty blows.
His hips cracked against her ass hard now, bruising her bones, throwing her forward in the dirt only to be dragged back by tit and hair. He laughed cruelly, rutting with terrible fury as she whined and grunted and panted for breath.
She was thrown off her hands, falling onto her face and shoulders. The biker just jerked her back harder, his powerful hands easily forcing her body to move as he rode up over her, fucking her down into the dirt. He shifted his right hand from her tit to her right thigh, folding his fingers around to lock tightly on the soft limb and jerk it up and out.
He was half leaning over her, his hips slamming into her ass and pounding her knees. and belly into the dust. Jordan coughed and choked on dust, spitting out dirt as her body was hammered by the heavy biker.
Her cunt burned with friction as his cock pistoned up and down inside her. She gargled and coughed as she panted for breath, her mind whirling and dazed, her body aching and torn as the biker fucked her with a high speed pounding thrust.
Then his cock spit out thick, juicy wads of cum. It frothed and boiled down into her cunt, coating her dry pussy walls with slick white heat. He groaned, easing up on his strokes, slowing, loosening his grip on her hair and thigh. He sighed and drew back, his cock softening as he pulled it free from her cunt opening.
Another biker instantly moved in to take his place. He flipped her roughly onto her back and kneeled between her thighs, laughing meanly as he undid his pants and pulled them down. Jordan looked up at him, dazed, watching his thick cock emerge from his pants and point at her crotch.
He pressed it against her snatch and then dove forward atop her, his heavy, dirty body crushing her into the ground as his cock slammed into her pussy. She grunted and moaned as his body began to grind and hump against her.
His lips came down on her's, rough and demanding, his tongue pushing into her mouth and flitting around heavily. He cupped and squeezed her tit mound as he pounded his tool into her snatch. His hand roamed her body, darting from place to place, squeezing and pinching her.
His cock tore back and forth in her snatch tube as he fucked with wild abandon, staring gleefully into her shocked, pain-filled eyes.
For long minutes he humped into her as the others stood and knelt and squatted in a semi-circle around them. Her ass and back were ground into the dirt as his humping made her body move against it. He gave a flurry of wild humping strokes, then slowed and stopped, laying still on her prone body.
"Next," someone called.
They jerked him off and another took his place. He lifted her ankles up onto his shoulders and buried his prick in her slit, then began to fuck her with a deep, steady stroke. He said nothing as he fucked her, his head back, eyes half closed as he pumped up and down.
After a few minutes he spit his wad into her and pulled back. Another moved into place. He flipped her onto her belly, pushing her flat on the ground and holding her there with one beefy hand at the small of her back. She felt his cockhead rub up and down against her pussy, then pull up and press against her asshole.
Jordan had never allowed any man to assfuck her, considering it too disgusting and far beneath her dignity. Now she could only let out a wail of denial as the biker began to work his prick down into her rectum. She was spread-eagled in the dirt, her tits mashing into the cold ground as the biker forced more and more prick into her anus.
He leaned forward, putting both hands flat, high on her back to support himself. He drove the last inch of cock into her, grinning as she cried out in pain. He began to fuck right away, his ass rising and falling as he ripped his cock in and out of her tight asshole. Jordan shuddered at this new humiliation, her eyes closed tightly.
His cock continued to work back and forth in her anal tube, and the burning began to ease as her asshole went numb. Her ass muscles eased and he fucked harder and faster, slamming his hips down into her ass.
She grunted on each deep thrust, whimpering and groaning as the big biker skewered her to wild applause. Thick, white globs of sperm splashed down into her ass-pipe as he came, and her guts sucked it down as she ground her teeth against the nausea she felt.
The biker got off her with a sigh and another took his place. He gripped her hips and abruptly jerked her back to her knees. He drove his cock into her pussy with one deep thrust and began a steady fucking, holding her flanks as he took her. Jordan knelt there taking it, wondering when her torment would end
After him came another biker who fucked her ass, then another biker, then another, then another, then another. She was fucked on all fours, or on her back, flat, or with her legs pinned back, depending on whatever the biker preferred.
Finally the last guy dropped his load in her twat and moved off. She lay there, spread-eagled on her back, eyes glazed, staring at the sky. She didn't move for she was numbed to it all and her battered mind was barely working. Someone said something to her but she didn't hear it.
She was flipped over onto her belly, but just lay there until someone slapped her ass hard. She grunted then but didn't move.
"You hear me, slut?" someone called, slapping her ass again. She whimpered in pain.
"I said crawl, whore!"
Again her ass was slapped hard.
"Crawl! Crawl!"
Again her ass was slapped and she sobbed and crawled slowly forward. She tried to rise to her hands and knees but a foot slammed down on her ass, mashing her flat in the dirt again.
Ahead of her was the blonde biker, the leader. He stood a little apart from the rest, smiling grimly, legs apart, arms folded across his massive chest as she crawled towards him on her belly.
Her tits and hips were scratched by the rough stones and dirt as she moved forward. Her legs were apart like a frog as she pushed herself along and her hands dragged her forward inch by inch until she halted just in front of the blonde.
He lifted a foot and brought it down on her head, mashing her face into the dirt. She squirmed and whimpered but he kept his boot there for long seconds. Then he raised it and pushed it against her face.
"Lick it, slut. Clean off my boot," he said.
She didn't understand at first, and he had to slap her head and repeat the words. Her tongue moved out slightly and she groaned as she leaned a little forward and brought it down against his motorcycle boot. She licked weakly, eyes blinking and chest heaving.
"Enough, whore," he said.
He gripped her thick hair, winding it around his fist as he dragged her to her knees. Another biker moved in behind her and she felt her wrists quickly jerked together. Something was wrapped around them and tied tightly to bind them in place at the small of her back.
The blonde biker just glared down at her, smiling as he held her hair. He mashed her face into his crotch then, rubbing his jeans against her for long seconds. He undid his pants, lowered his zipper, and drew out a thick, bulging red prick
She had little experience in sucking cocks, considering it degrading. Still, her shattered mind knew what he wanted as he rubbed his cock all over her face, then pressed it against her lips. She sucked it in and began to tongue the head as her cheeks puffed in.
He began to fuck her face, his hips moving slowly in and out as her lips strained wide around his thick organ. He watched her with the same grim smile, still holding her hair. She struggled to keep his cockhead from choking her as it pushed against the back of her mouth.
He let go of her hair then, and pushed it down, kind of patting and stroking her hair as she bobbed her lips up and down on his dick. Then suddenly both hands moved against the sides or her head and squeezed it tightly between them, locking it in place.
He thrust forward, his cockhead smashing against the entrance to her throat, then punching right through and going down into her throat. She struggled weakly, her eyes going wide with shock and horror as she felt his thick tool bulging out her throat tube.
She tried to cough, but couldn't. She tried to scream, but couldn't. She felt like throwing up, but couldn't. His thick cock plugged her throat like a cork in a bottle, a very long cork. Not a trace of a breath could leak through as he buried his cock in her face and mashed his pubic bone against her nose.
"Lookit this slut swallow my cock," he sneered.
"She's a real pro," another biker called.
'He pulled his cock back up her throat, and she screamed soundlessly as it scratched against the inside of her throat like sandpaper. Her head throbbed and her vision began to blur as she ran out of air, but the biker didn't pull his cock free, instead sliding it right back down again.
He fucked her throat with slow movements, his big pole sliding up and down inside her mouth and throat as she turned white, then blue.
He chuckled, then pulled his cock free, the head popping from her throat as she sucked in deep breaths of air. He rubbed his saliva coated cock all over her face again as she gulped air, giving her a chance to breath. Then he pushed his cockhead into her mouth, held her head in both hands once more, and rammed it down her throat.
Again he fucked it up and down, heedless of her pain and discomfort as he felt her throat squeeze down around his flesh. He smiled at her the entire time, his face smug, arrogant, contemptuous. She could do nothing, was merely a receptacle for his pumping prick.
He pulled his cock free again, holding it in front of her face as he pumped it. Cum spit out, spraying against her forehead and nose and lips and cheeks. Wad after wad splattering her ivory skin as he sighed in happiness. He rubbed his cock over her face, smearing the juice into her skin, then made her lick his cock clean once again.
"Okay," he said, shoving her away so she fell on her back. "Let's get moving, guys."
The small part of her that was still conscious let out a groan of relief, thinking it was finally over, but the next second the blonde gripped her by the hair and dragged her to her feet, pulling her along behind him as he headed for his bike.
All around them bikes were being kicked into life as the other bikers mounted. The blonde got aboard his bike, kicked it into life, then pulled her onto the seat behind him. Naked, Jordan had no choice but to straddle the seat and hold on as the bike lurched forward.
The line of bikers drove on down the dirt road, then turned onto a beat up secondary road that was at least partially paved. It was rough and the bikes bounced a lot. Jordan hardly had the strength to hang on. She was hoping a cop would see them, but they passed nothing but old farm houses that seemed to be abandoned.
They rode for an hour, then turned onto another highway, this one in better shape, but no more traveled. They did pass a couple of cars along the way, but if passengers saw the naked girl they didn't give any sign.
On they rode, turning onto another dirt road, then going down what was little more than a trail. Jordan had no idea where they were, other than the middle of nowhere. They drove down the trail for miles, then finally came to a clear area that held several ramshackle buildings.
Dozens of bikes were parked around, and people, both men and women sat or lay around, or walked back and forth. Many waved as the bikers rode in and parked, and several came over to talk with them.
The blonde got off his bike, leaving Jordan behind. She sat there numbly, too tired and agonized to care any more what they did to her. The blonde spoke to a tough looking brunette, who smirked at her and nodded. The woman came up and grabbed Jordan's arm, dragging her off the bike and leading her away.
"Please let me go," Jordan whispered.
"Shut the fuck up, whore," the woman snapped, cuffing her on the side of her head.
She led the blonde around one of the buildings to where a small pond sat. A couple lay next to it and a few women were off to one side washing clothes. A child of eight or ten was playing with a truck a few yards away. The tough brunette gave Jordan a shove and she stumbled forward, almost falling.
The people there looked up, snickering as they saw Jordan.
"Hey, Angie, Carol, want to help me wash the new dog?" the brunette called.
The two women laughed and moved away from their laundry, starting to take off their clothes.
The brunette pushed Jordan again, and she stumbled to the edge of the pond. Another push threw the blonde into the water. Se splashed and struggled weakly before getting her feet steady and rising above the surface. The water was up to her hips and she stood there, coughing and whimpering as the three women stripped naked and strode into the water towards her.
"L... leave me alone," she gulped.
"Gotta wash you all clean, slut," the brunette said.
"Nice looking meat," another brunette said. This one had short mannish hair and a tattoo on her shoulder. She had narrow, conical breasts. The original brunette had no tattoos that Jordan could see, but her naked flesh seemed to ripple with muscles and her face was grim.
"What's your name, slut?" she demanded.
"J... J... J... Jor... Jordan," Jordan gulped.
"I'm Dawn, she's Angie, and she's Carol. You do everything we tell you, when we tell you, and you won't get hurt."
"Much," said the short haired brunette, Angie.
The other woman, Carol, looked like a Latino, and had an hourglass body and long black hair. She held a thick bundled up rag in one hand and soap in the other.
"Don't move," she said, coming up beside Jordan. She began to soap up her back, then her front. Jordan whimpered in embarrassment, but did nothing, too frightened too resist.
Carol soaped up her hair, and Jordan closed her eyes as the soap began to trickle down around her face. The other women began to rub her body then, using their hands like washcloths. Five hands stroked and squeezed and kneaded her soapy body as Carol slid the bar of soap down between her thighs and rubbed it back and forth against her crotch.
She coated her entire body with a thick layer of soap as she and the other two sniggered and rubbed and massaged Jordan's flesh.
"Bet you had a nice fuckin'," Angie sneered.
"Bet she loved it," Dawn said.
'Did they assfuck you, slut?" Angle asked. "They love ass fuckin' pretty blondes."
"Uh huh..." Jordan whined and sniffled in misery.
"Bitch like her needs to get her asshole reamed out," Carol sneered. "Show her, her place."
"Yeah, bet they showed her, her place all right," Carol laughed.
"Please," Jordan whined.
"Hear her voice, how rough it is? I bet they throat-fucked her."
"They throat fuck you, whore?"
"Answer the question, slut!"
"Ye... yes," she whined.
"Who?"
"The... the blonde man."
"That's Jones. Jones loves throat-fucking."
"Yeah, you're welcome to him."
"First you gotta take on the Turk."
"Who?"
"Turk. He's the boss. He gets all fresh meat. He's gonna be pissed that the guys didn't save you for him to taste first."
''He'll see how good you are, then set your price."
"What?" she gulped
"He'll set your price, then someone'll buy you and you'll belong to him."
"But... but... when are you going to let me go?'' she whimpered.
"Not any time soon," Angie sniggered.
Their hands pinched and squeezed her breasts, rolled her nipples between their gingers, and sent long thin fingers up into her cunt and asshole. They laughed at every cry and whimper from her, easily holding the squirming girl in place as they cleaned her off.
"You better do what Turk says, slut," Dawn said. "Else he'll cut your fuckin' throat."
"Yeah, you wouldn't be the first," Carol said.
"Remember that other girl?" Angie said. "The one he dragged through the desert behind his bike?"
The others nodded and Jordan squeaked in terror.
They dunked her below the water to rinse her off, then dragged her to the edge of the pond and soaped her legs and feet. They threw her back in and ordered her to rinse off as they got dressed again. She did, then staggered out in front of Dawn. Dawn led her back up a path and around to the front of one of the shacks.
"You better be fuckin' respectful," she said. "Turk's got a real bad temper. You mouth off and he'll kick the shit out of you."
She pushed her inside and Jordan found herself in a small, one room shack, the floor carpeted. The only furnishings were some overturned milk crates and a mattress in a corner. Dawn sat her down on one of the milk cartons, then got a towel and roughly dried her hair. She pulled a brush from the back pocket of her tight jeans and began to brush out Jordan's hair as the blonde sniffled and sat still.
She finished and put the brush back in her pocket.
"Okay, lay down on the mattress. Don't move. Turk will be in when he gets around to it." She moved to the doorway and turned to watch as Jordan moved timidly over to the mattress and sat down, then lay back.
"I'll give you a warning slut. You try and run off and they'll tear you to pieces. Understand?"
Jordan gulped and nodded.
Dawn left and Jordan lay there, wondering how she had gotten into this mess, why such a terrible thing was happening to her, and how she could get away. She wondered what they would do to her. Obviously this Turk guy was going to rape her, and then he'd sell her to another biker who would rape her again. She didn't know what else, aside from rape, they would do.
She had already been raped a dozen times though, so she was not as fearful as she might have been. What she really feared was pain, being hit. She would do whatever they told her to, to avoid that, hoping to stay alive long enough to escape when they weren't watching.
A couple of hours passed and she was left there alone in the hot shack. Finally someone came in. It was a guy, a big guy. He looked to be almost seven feet tall, with huge shoulders and arms thicker than her legs. He wore only jeans, boots, and a tank top and his race was rough and cruel, with a big nose and tiny eyes. He was completely bald and had an earring in his right ear