Chapter 5
Jordan was shocked by her behavior in the orgy. Afterwards, she sat on the edge of a cot and trembled with fear that her mind was somewhat becoming unbalanced, that she was being brainwashed into becoming a whore like the other women there.
She still was given no clothes, but she looked around all that day, searching for some way to escape. If she had to run off naked, then so be it.
She and the other women had chores to do, cooking, sewing, cleaning the guy's bikes and doing their laundry. And, of course, they had to attend to their other "needs" as well. Not long after the orgy, in fact she was sitting beside the pond doing laundry when Jones came up behind her, grabbed her by the hair to pull her to her feet, and marched her off.
He took her around a bend of the trail, then forced her down onto all fours, got behind her, dropped his pants, and stuffed his cock up her cunthole.
She knelt there submissively as he humped into her, his hands roaming up and down her silky flesh, reaching under to cup and fondle her breasts. That wasn't good enough, of course, and he slapped her on the side of the head.
"What are you, dead or something?" he snapped. "Move your ass, slut! Let me hear how you love my cock."
So, even though she wasn't really hot or anything, Jordan humped back at him, whining and moaning in passion and grunting, as his big cock drove deep into her belly.
He gripped her hair and jerked her head up and back, twisting her head around so he could crush her lips with his own. His tongue shot into her mouth and she pushed her own against it as his lips mashed and ground against hers. He squeezed her tit harshly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he spiked his cock up into her with hard, sudden thrusts.
It only took about ten minutes. Then he was done. With a sigh of pleasure he slapped her ass and told her to get back to work. Then he rose, did up his pants, and walked off. Jordan stumbled back to the pond and got back to the laundry.
It was bizarre for her, especially since she'd been such a clothes horse, to spend all day in the buff. It was even worse since everyone else, including the other women and girls, all wore clothes. She was the only naked one around, and everyone made obscene remarks when she went by.
None of the other men tried to fuck her, though they often groped her roughly, thrusting fingers up her snatch or mashing her tits with tight fists. She was Jones' property and only he could fuck her, unless they got permission, of course.
That evening she had to put on another show on the porch, this one a lesbian sex show. She did it with a black girl named Marsha, because Turk thought they'd look good together. Marsha had jet black skin, while Jordan's skin was pale ivory.
They kissed and sucked each other, their hands sliding up and down each other's bodies as the bikers yelled cat-calls and insults and other obscene remarks. Then Marsha produced a giant, double-headed dildo, which was something Jordan had never seen before.
The black girl slid the fat thing up into Jordan's pussy as the two stood together in the center of the porch kissing and petting. Jordan was startled but knew she didn't have the right to protest anything at all. Anyway, Turk was watching, and he scared her.
So she clenched her teeth as the fat dildo was pushed right up into her cunt slit while the crowd laughed and yelled. Marsha forced it right up against her cervix, and for a few moments Jordan wondered if she was actually going to try to force the entire thing, all twenty inches or so, up into her cunt.
But she didn't. Instead she bent the rubbery cock up so the other head was pressed against her own slit, then pushed it up inside her own cunt tunnel. The thing was bendable, but was also springy, and resisted bending like a spring. Marsha had it bent practically in two as she pushed the other half up her cunt, and Jordan could feel the pressure of the part inside her as it tried to straighten.
Marsha worked almost the whole other half in her pussy and then let go to hug Jordan again. They continued to grind their sweating bodies together as the springy rubber cock twisted and bent inside their boxes, joining them together.
It felt strange as it twisted around inside her, but not bad, Jordan decided. And when Marsha slid her hand down between their bellies and rubbed her clitty, it felt pretty good. If there hadn't been a crowd of people watching her she might even have enjoyed it.
Marsha lifted Jordan's right leg then, the one that was on the crowd's side, and pushed her back against a beam. She lifted her leg high up and then began to sort of fuck her, humping her loins against Jordan's crotch. She squeezed down on her pussy to hold the dildo in place tightly as she fucked it into Jordan. Jordan didn't clamp down because she didn't think to.
Marsha raised her own leg, running the entire length of the dildo up into Jordan's pussy until their cunt lips actually mashed together. Jordan grunted involuntarily as her clitty and cunt meat mashed against Marsha's, and she felt a ripple of fiery heat move along her spine.
Jordan didn't want to cum in front of all these people, but she didn't have much choice as the black girl continued to fuck the rubber cock up into her, and continued to grind her pussy against Jordan's, and mash and roll her big breasts against Jordan's melons.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Jordan groaned, her head rolling back as her body was hammered by Marsha's hard thrusts. She grunted, her arms clamping around Marsha, her hands squeezing the black girl's ass flesh, drawing her in tight as she threw her right leg around the other girl.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she whispered, gasping, panting for breath. Her hair was in tangles and her body glistened with perspiration, for it was a hot night out.
She felt the first stirring of orgasm, and knew she could cum at any second. She stopped trying to resist, giving herself to the total sexual freedom around her as her cunt burned and boiled over with heat. She arched her back and grunted repeatedly as Marsha rammed the dildo up into her box.
Her orgasm ripped through her with violent force, shattering her vision into a thousand multi-colored starbursts.
"Fu... fu... fuckkkkk," she groaned, rubbing her clit against Marsha's pussy meat, feeling the dildo grinding against her pussy lips and cunt tunnel with a detached pleasure, her mind wandering, floating, bouncing on the waves of heated ecstasy that were flooding her body.
She hardly noticed the end of their "show", though she recalled the applause later. She was led off the porch and over to Jones, and she sat down next to him at his feet on the grass. He mashed his lips against hers and made a loud comment which brought laughter from those around him. She didn't hear it though, not quite.
She roused soon, to watch the rest of the show. Jones pawed at her body now and then, groping her pussy or squeezing or licking her breasts, but it was done mostly casually.
After the show Jones took her back to his shack. It didn't have much in it beyond a big air mattress on the floor, a sleeping bag, a few bags of laundry and junk, and a machine-gun sitting on an overturned cardboard box that also held a portable radio.
He pushed her down onto her knees and stripped as she waited there. Then, naked, he stood over her and slid his hands through her thick blonde hair. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked it. She rubbed her tongue against the underside and his tool quickly hardened in her mouth.
She started sliding her mouth up and down the shaft, doing her best to please him. Before long he was humping slowly back and forth, fucking her mouth. He tightened his grip in her hair and pushed her lower and lower, until she had to pull head way back to suck his cockhead. Then he thrust sharply forward and rammed his prong through into her throat.
Her throat tube felt like it was bulging out around his thick prong, and ached fiercely, but there wasn't a thing she could do as Jones buried his prong inside her oral cavity and mashed her nose hard up against his belly.
He slid it back and forth in her throat tube for long, long seconds, then pulled it free. She coughed and rubbed her throat as she drew in a deep lungfulls of air. He grinned, rubbing his spit wet cock around against her face as she breathed. Then he pushed it through her lips again and punched it down her throat.
She felt like choking and coughing as his cockshaft massaged her tonsils, but without any air at all she couldn't make a sound.
"You know," he grinned. "I never found anything that's a better lubricant than spit. You should be grateful I'm letting you do this."
She had no idea what he was talking about, and was too busy concentrating on the discomfort in her throat to care much.
But then he pulled his cock free again, and as she gasped for breath, pushed her back onto her back on the mattress and knelt between her legs. He lifted them, joining her ankles together and holding them with one hand as he pushed her legs back. Then he pressed his cock against her asshole, prodding it several times tauntingly, then pushing in with real pressure.
His cockhead popped into her asshole and she quickly eased up on the instinctive response of her sphincter muscles. He twisted his hips around in circles, then started humping forward, sliding his cock in deeper and deeper.
She felt the progress of his fat cockhead as it moved down her tube. It was already half-way along and worming deeper with every second. He eased back, then pushed forward, working her hole open.
"Hot assed slut," he grinned, driving another inch of cock up her asshole.
She felt his shaft rasping along her ass tunnel as he skewered her with a harsh stroke. His cockhead rammed high up into her guts, giving her cramps and aches deep inside herself. He pinned her legs back harder and started humping then, tearing his cock back and forth in her anal tunnel.
His hips crushed her upturned ass cheeks as he deepened his strokes, pumping his cock with growing speed. It hissed in and out of Jordan's tiny ass opening, swinging against the sensitive flesh inside her rectum. His hips smacked against her buttocks with a steady repeating impact, knocking her deeper into the mattress.
He continued to hold her ankles together with one hand. His free hand cupped and squeezed her breasts, slid through her hair, then pulled away briefly only to cup and squeeze her cunt mound. He rubbed his hand up and down her cunt pad as he rodded his tool down into her rectum, then he pried her pussy lips apart and stabbed a finger down into her.
Jordan was rolled back onto her shoulders as Jones increased the pressure on her ankles, and slammed his cock down against her with more pressure. Her asshole steamed with heat as his cock pistoned inside it with furious speed. The suction of his high speed pumping motions threatened to rip her guts out through her asshole.
"Snotty little rich bitch," he sneered, thrusting into her with a particularly hard stroke.
"Let me hear you grunt, slut!"
"UNgh! Ungh!"
"Louder, meat."
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
"Beg for more. Beg me to tear your asshole open!"
"More!" she panted. "Please fuck me harder! Fuck my asshole open!"
He slapped her cunt pad and she yelped in pain. He dove onto her body, crushing her legs back with his chest as his mouth crushed hers. He seized her hair, mashing his lips down even harder as his cock pounded down into her asshole.
Jordan's spine bent painfully, the tendons in her thighs aching as her legs were ripped backwards. He gave a final flurry of humping strokes as his cock spat thick, gleaming wads of sperm down into her anus.
"Ahhhhhh," he sighed, grinding his hips into her buttocks as he arched his back.
"You got a talented little asshole, slut," he grinned, easing his tool out.
"We'll have to charge extra for it."
"Wha... what do you mean?" she asked meekly.
"How do you think I'm gonna earn my money back you dumb cow? I'm gonna sell this pussy and asshole for all they'll bring. There's always a market for slut meat."
He slapped her ass and shoved her onto the floor, then lay down on the mattress with a sigh of relief. Jordan curled up in a corner and watched him as he fell asleep. Her eyes darted to the machine-gun, but she had no idea how to use it and was scared of guns anyway.
She lay a long time thinking about what had happened to her, and what was going to happen. It was obvious that they, or at least, Jones, intended for her to be a prostitute. She just couldn't bear that. The idea of her, Jordan Richardson prancing around on a corner with her tits hanging out and her ass squeezed into a pair of tight shorts, selling herself to drunken perverts, was not something she wanted to see fulfilled.
Of course, she'd been prancing around entirely naked for the past two days, getting fucked, sodomized, and gang fucked by every guy and woman who wanted her. But she was Jordan Richardson! She couldn't walk around as a cheap prostitute, having people sneering at her as they walked past.
All she wanted to do was get home and away from these people.
She crept out of the shack and into the dark night, eyes wide as she looked around for any sign of people. There were some campfires scattered around, but they were all burning low, and there were only mounds near them, sleeping bikers.
She crawled forward, keeping low, head swiveling from side to side. Every tiny noise made her drop flat on the ground and stop breathing. She crawled into the woods, moving very slowly, afraid of breaking twigs or something. Only after ten minutes of crawling through the trees did she dare to get to her feet and start walking.
She still had to move slowly. Her feet were bare and she kept stepping on sharp stones. Besides that her naked flesh kept being scratched by twigs and branches. Hours later she was exhausted, but had still not made a lot of progress.
She kept walking, terrified of what the gang would do to her if they caught her. The sun rose and crept up the sky as she plodded along, almost falling over with exhaustion. Finally she crept into a bush and fell asleep.
Voices woke her hours later, nearby voices. She lay still, listening. She didn't recognize them but they were males and they sounded like the bikers. In fact, she heard what sounded like motorcycles not far away. She looked around, and saw a big rock outcropping behind her. If she climbed that, she knew the bikes, at least, would not be able to follow, and the bikers never went far from their bikes.
She crawled over to the rocks, then began to climb them. Some were very big, and she had to stretch out her body to claw at the top and pull herself up. Her breasts and belly were scraped against the harsh stone as she climbed higher and higher. Then she settled down near the top, hidden.
She heard dogs barking a couple of times, and worried they'd set them on her, but nobody came very close. At least, she didn't see anyone.
She waited a couple of hours, then carefully climbed down and set off again. She tried several times to get the studded leather collar off her neck, but the catch seemed to be tricky, and without being able to see it, her fingers couldn't seem to find the means of opening the thing.
That was maddening, for as she moved further and further from the biker's camp, she became more and more aware that she was completely nude. Except for the dog collar of course.
She was half-way through the field when she heard the roar of motorcycles. She jerked her head around and saw a biker gleefully heading his bike straight for her. She screamed, then turned and ran, only to find another bike heading towards her from that direction too. The roar of the engines filled the air as half a dozen of the big bikes encircled her.
They circled her, whooping like Indians as she moved one way, then another. She tried to find a way to dart between them but they moved too fast. Then one of them turned in sharply and headed right at her. She screamed and jumped away just before the big wheels ripped through the dirt where she'd been standing.
All the other bikes started charging at her then, and she kept jumping in different directions to avoid them. She ran towards the woods but one of the bikes raced after her. The bike passed her and the rider reached out and slapped her ass hard. She squealed in pain, leaping forward.
Another bike ran at her. She froze, and he passed inches from her, his hand darting out and grabbing a fistful of tit meat as he passed. He tore at her breast, pulling her off balance and jerking her off her feet, laughing uproariously as she fell down clutching her breast.
She jumped to her feet but another biker ran past and knocked her off again. Then several of the bikers stopped around her and jumped her off her feet.
"Well, look what we got here," one of them sniggered.
"Looks like a little runaway pussy, "another said.
"We gotta take it back to its owner, "a third leered.
One of the bikers pulled a rope off his bike and tied a loop around her left ankle.
"Ain't gonna be much skin left by the time we get it home," he said.
"No! Please," she gasped, trying to pull her foot free. She remembered what Dawn said, about a girl being dragged to death behind a bike, and panicked as she tried to rip the rope away.
"Shouldn't damage it like that till its owner decides what he wants to do with it," one of the other bikers said.
Then another biker slipped a rope around her right wrist, and a third tied a rope to her left wrist. Jordan thrashed wildly but the bikers only laughed as yet another loop of rope was tied to her right ankle. The bikers pulled the rope out in four different directions, then tied them to their bikes.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked, pulling desperately at the ropes. The bikers sniggered and revved their engines, then started driving away from her. The slack in the rope ran out and her arms and legs were pulled our hard, lifting her off the ground. She screamed in terror as her limbs were yanked outwards and threatened to tear free from her body.
She was spread-eagled in mid-air, her ankles and wrists cut by the tightness of the ropes. Her legs were holding up better than her arms, which felt ready to rip off at the shoulders, the bikers continued to rev their engines, threatening her with the possibility of dismemberment.
They didn't move, though. Instead, the bikers parked the heavy bikes and got off, sauntering back to her.
"Now this looks good," one said "All laid out and ready to eat."
"Ready to fuck," another grinned.
Jordan's arms and legs were spread wide and held so tight she couldn't move them at all. Her crotch was as wide open as it had ever been, and she knew she was completely at their mercy.
She didn't care, though. She was hoping they would fuck her. Much better to be fucked than torn apart.
Their hands groped her all over, fingering her slit and asshole and tits, pulling her hair, mashing and squeezing her tits, rubbing her belly and clawing at her asscheeks.
One of them unzipped his pants and took out his cock, rubbing the head up and down against her cunt cleft. Then he forced it into her and started fucking. Another guy was standing at her head. He pulled it back and pressed his cock against her mouth. She opened her lips and sucked it inside. With barely a pause the guy pushed it right down her throat.
He held her head in both hands, pushing it down and back so he had a clear straight line right through her lips and down her throat. Then he held her like that as he fucked his cock back and forth in her throat.
The other guy held her tits like they were handlebars, and humped his cock straight up into her slit with wild abandon. They all laughed and sniggered as she was fucked fore and aft. There were eight of them and each took his turn. Then, when all had gone, they all had a second go-round.
They didn't miss her asshole At least half a dozen guys worked their cocks up into her rectum and dropped their juice there. The worst though, was the guy who slung his leg over her, then sat on her belly, straddling her body like she was a horse.
That added a couple of hundred pounds of pressure on her arms and legs, but the rope held easily. She wasn't sure how easily her arms would hold. The biker didn't seem to care about ropes or arms as he pushed his cock between her tits and mashed them down against it.
He fucked her tits, grinning as she cried in agony, her wrists burning like they were on fire and her shoulders slowly tearing apart. It took a couple of hours for them to be done with her. Then they finally let her down and took the ropes off her. She couldn't feel her hands by then, and her arms were throbbing slabs of meat.
Her feet didn't feel very good either, and she quickly began to moan as the pins and needles made them pulse and dance. She would have rubbed them but her hands were in even worse shape.
The bikers didn't show any sympathy to her plight at all. They rewound their ropes, except for one guy, and put them back on their bikes. Then the last guy tied his rope to her collar and they all started to drive off. They rope dragged her along the ground as she screamed and strangled.
He stopped and looked back.
"Start running, slut," he called.
"I can't!" she wailed.
"Then you're gonna ride back to camp on your ass!"
He started forward and she scrambled to her feet, crying out in pain as she put pressure on them. Then she felt the rope tug on her collar and she started running to keep up with him, grabbing the rope between her aching fingers as he increased his speed.
"Stop! Stop!" she screamed.
He didn't, instead he drove faster. She had to run as hard as she could to keep from being pulled off her feet. She ran along the ground after them, panting and yelping and begging them to stop. They ignored her. She couldn't run for long, of course, and eventually she fell and was dragged until the bikers stopped.
They circled back and tied her ankles and wrists to separate ropes and hung her between two bikes as they headed off again. The ground raced past just below her as they zoomed through the grass and over the trails. Whenever they hit a bump she bounced up in the air and almost hit the ground when she came down.
The bikes had to keep a careful distance from each other to keep from either ripping her apart or dragging her on the ground. They didn't seem to have much difficulty with that, though, and less than half an hour later they drove into camp carrying her.
There was wild laughter from many of those present as the naked girl was flung into the dirt in the middle of camp. Jones wasn't laughing though, and neither was Turk. They were standing together talking as they looked at her.
"So you like to run away, huh?" he said.
"I'm sorry," she whined.
"Not half as sorry as you're gonna be."
They pounded a stake into the dirt, then tied her to it by the collar. Her arms were bound behind her back, her elbows tied painfully and awkwardly together. Then she was left there.
All day she lay there in the dirt. Every few minutes one of the guys came over and fucked her cunt or asshole or mouth. None said anything to her, they just used her holes.
She hadn't eaten anything since supper the other day, and was soon starving. She hadn't had anything to drink either, but the only liquid she was given was sperm.
She lay there all day, moaning weakly. The camp had grown since she'd left, and there were now over a hundred bikers plus their women. Most of the bikers fucked her at least once, so if she hadn't already been exhausted she certainly would have been by the time night fell.
Jones came and untied her, then dragged her over to a tree. She couldn't stand so dragged was exactly what he had to do. He tied a rope to her right wrist, then lifted her up. He pushed her back against the tree, then tied her wrist up around it, pulling the rope over a branch on the other side.
He tied her ankles back hard, so they too were pulled back against the sides of the tree and her ass was pressed back tight, then he wrapped the rope around her legs near the knees, then again up high near her crotch. The ropes pulled her legs back hard, the ropes going around the tree, and she was bound so hard to the tree she might have been a part of it.
He wound ropes around her belly and criss-crossed her chest, then her throat, her mouth and her forehead. The ropes pulled her back so hard she couldn't move an inch, and the bark felt rough and hard and sharp against her back and buttocks and thighs.
Then he went into his shack and went to sleep, leaving her like that.