Chapter 6
Jordan was unable to move any part of her body, other than her toes, which she could wiggle a little. She shivered a little as the night turned into early morning and it got cold, but other than that she was as still as a statue.
Despite her exhaustion she couldn't sleep. The tightness of the ropes around her chest and belly made it hard to breathe, the rope that encircled her face was cutting into the sides of her mouth. And her head ached from being crushed back against the rough bark.
In fact, her entire body throbbed with pain. Her body was stretched out wide, her arms high and pulled taught behind the tree, her legs pulled to the sides as straight as they could be, and her head held motionless. She cried several times from sheer animal frustration at not being able to shift or move or stretch. She would have killed to be able to bend her knees a few times.
Morning and the sun came, warming her up a bit. Some of the bikers rose and started wandering around. Most of them paid her a visit so they could grope her and taunt her. A couple of them even fucked her. Her legs weren't very far apart, but were far enough for that, if they didn't mind standing up.
She didn't really care. All she really cared about by then was being untied and getting a drink of water. She'd had nothing to drink in more than thirty hours and was parched and dehydrated.
Jones woke, and to her immense relief he untied her. She sank weakly to the ground, moaning and whimpering, tears clouding her vision as she slowly moved her stiff arms and legs. He got a bucket of water and threw it on her, soaking her body but giving her nothing much to drink except a little moisture.
Jordan sucked on her wet fingers greedily, blinking her wide eyes up at him as she looked hopefully for more.
"Want a drink?" he grinned.
"yesss," she gasped.
"Beg for it."
"Please," she panted. "Please give me a drink."
"Not good enough."
"Pleeeeeeasseee," she whined.
"Get up on your knees."
She shifted with difficulty, then rose onto her knees.
"Put your arms straight out in front and lower your hands like a dog. Beg like a dog," he grinned.
She did exactly that, and when he told her to bark she barked like a dog. He sniggered in amusement, then lifted her to her feet, holding one arm in his strong hand and half-dragging her across the camp to the post in the center where she'd lain yesterday..
He took off her collar, then put a rope around her throat, cinching it tight. He pulled her wrists up high behind her back almost to the back of her neck, and tied them there. It was agonizing and she thought that her arms would surely break, but they didn't. She thought she would strangle too, but she managed to get enough air to breathe.
"Water?" she whimpered.
"You want water, slut. Tell you what I'll do. I'm gonna leave a bucket of water here, just out of reach. You want some, you have to beg anyone to fuck you. If they fuck you they have to give you some water. Understand?"
"Pleaseee," she whimpered.
He went away and got a bucket. She lunged for it but he threw her back, then tied a rope around her wrists and attached it to the post. The rope was about ten feet long, which was about a foot too short for her to teach the bucket.
Then, he left. Jordan stared longingly, desperately at the water, not caring about the pain in her arms and shoulders, or the discomfort in her chest from being unable to breathe properly. All she cared about was getting a drink.
Jones told the rest of the camp about her price, and soon there were a dozen men and women standing around her laughing and snickering as she knelt at the end of the rope, begging someone to fuck her. Many of the bikers thought this was fine sport, and taunted her, getting her to say obscene and degrading things for them.
"You want me to fuck you up the asshole?" one big hairy guy asked.
"Yes! Yes, please! Please fuck my asshole!" she panted.
"Show it to me."
She shuffled around and dropped forward onto her shoulders, pushing her ass up at him, ignoring the laughter and insults from the rest.
"Now that's a nice little butt you got there, honey."
"Please!" she whimpered. "Please fuck my asshole."
"You love getting' a big cock up the ass, don't ya?"
"Yes! Yes! I love being ass fucked! Please assfuck me!" she gasped, wiggling her ass at him.
"Is it tight and warm?" he grinned.
"Yes! It's tight and warm! Please! Please!"
He stepped forward to much applause and dirty comments, got on his knees, and took out his cock. He rubbed it up and down her ass crack, then pushed it into her asshole, working it deeper as she humped back against him.
"Yess! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she panted.
"Hold your water," he said, to much derision.
He started to fuck into her, sawing his cock back and forth in her ass tunnel as she whimpered and drove herself back against him. His hands held her hips as he fucked as he fucked as casually as he could, looking bored as the crowd around them continued to make cruel comments.
He began fucking harder and harder, his body leaning over hers, his hands shoving down on her back, mashing her shoulders and face into the dirt as he rammed his tool down her tender anal opening. Her body was pounded by his heavy frame as he pistoned his fuck-pole inside her rectum, grunting as he used his entire weight to drive it home inside her.
It hurt, but she didn't care. All she cared about was getting a drink of water.
He fucked for long minutes, then dropped his load in her asshole. She knew a fleeting regret, for she would have been delighted for him to spill his seed in her mouth. She would have drunk anything at that point.
He got slowly to his feet, ignoring the lewd comments of his comrades as he did up his pants. He walked over to the bucket, his every movement watched by Jordan, who had crawled forward to the end of her rope again and was straining against it to get closer.
He cupped his hands together, dipped them into the water, then pulled them out and held them in front of her mouth. She sucked the water out almost instantly, taking two big greedy gulps. Then she licked his palms and hands like a hungry dog, trying to get every last bit of moisture.
Of course that wasn't nearly enough to slake her need. If anything it made her even more desperate for water.
"Fuck me! Please fuck meeee!" she whined at the watching men.
"Who wants to fuck you, ya' whore," one of them jeered.
He was standing in his bare feet and dipped a foot into the bucket, then extended it to Jordan. She jerked forward, licking at his wet foot and toes, sucking the moisture off as the crowd howled in laughter. Several others dipped toes into the water and she sucked them dry, eagerly, happily.
One of them sat in the bucket then and to hilarious laughter, stood up and pushed his ass at her. Jordan had no pride or dignity left, and was too dazed and numbed and desperate to be finicky. She licked eagerly at his ass, lapping at his wet buttocks and sticking her tongue into his asshole to get at the moisture there.
"Lay on your back," one said. She fell back, wincing from the pain as her weight came down on her tightly and awkwardly bound arms.
"Spread your legs," he said.
She jerked her legs apart.
"More."
She spread them as far as she could.
"More. Spread them wider and I'll fuck you."
She groaned and whimpered as she strained the tendons and muscles in her thighs to the utmost, spreading her legs, wide, wide apart.
"Now let me see you finger-fuck yourself," he said. There was a burst of laughter as she looked back dejectedly. Then he shrugged and moved forward, dropping to his knees in front of her and ramming his cock up her pussy. He fucked her wildly, hammering his cock down her slit as he bounced atop her.
Jordan grunted and gasped as his body slammed into her again and again, finding it even harder to breath with his weight atop her. The burning pain in her crotch mattered not in the least. She accepted his terrible rutting with the knowledge that he would soon give her a drink of water.
Most of the day passed like that. After a couple of hours much of the camp lost interest in her, though, and she had to beg passersby to fuck her. Some did, some didn't.
Then Dawn walked by and stopped.
"You're lucky you cost so much, you dumb cunt. You'd be dead otherwise."
"Fuck me?" Jordan whined.
"Jesus," Dawn snorted, shaking her head.
"Please fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my asshole! I'm tight and warm!"
You're a mindless cunt."
"Fuck me?"
"It's amazing what someone'll do for water when they don't have any," Angie said, coming up beside her.
"Yeah," Dawn laughed.
"She'd probably do anything for a drink."
"She would do anything for a drink. Look." Dawn dipped her toes in the bucket and held her foot out. Jordan dropped her head and sucked on the toes as Angie laughed in amusement.
"We should take her to the pond and make her do the laundry."
"She'd drink the fuckin' pond dry."
Dawn wore a denim mini-skirt. She lifted it up in front and pushed her pussy forward. Jordan sucked and licked on her slit as Angie and Dawn laughed.
"Put a little water in your crack and she'll stick her tongue all the way up to your cervix," Angie laughed.
Dawn grinned and backed up, then repeatedly stuck her fingers into the bucket and shoved them up her pussyhole. She moved back and Jordan eagerly stuffed her tongue into her slit.
"Oh yeeeaaah," Dawn groaned. Jordan stuck her tongue deeper and deeper, slurping and licking and sucking on the moisture there. Dawn let her head fall back and groaned in pleasure.
"Oh fuuuuuuck! If you see a tongue coming out of my mouth it's probably hers," she groaned.
Angie watched and laughed.
Dawn couldn't help cumming on Jordan's desperate tongue. Then Angie had to try it. She too was licked to a cum, as were Jill, Goldie and Marsha.
The girls eventually got tired of her too, and wandered off, leaving her more or less alone. Then Jones came by again. He untied the ropes, freeing her aching arms and hands, and letting her breath freely. He put her collar back on then, and attached another shorter rope to it.
"You're a little bitch slut so that's how I'll treat you," he said. "I should cut your guts out and hang you by them, but I paid too fuckin' much money to do that. Now get down on all fours like the cunt bitch you are. I don't want to see you on your feet again unless I tell you to."
She panted and blinked her eyes, then sank onto her hands, kneeling there as he watched. He started to walk away, tugging on the leash and she crawled awkwardly along behind him.
"Water?" she whined, "Please?" He stopped and cuffed her on the side of the head.
"You speak when I say you can, bitch dog," he snapped "Otherwise you just bark and whine like the bitch you are."
He tugged on the rope and dragged her forward. She gurgled and grabbed it, then managed to get onto her knees and crawl along after him under her own power.
A couple of the women saw and laughed hysterically, then one ran into the shack they were next to and emerged with something which she raced over to Jones with.
"Hey Jones," she crowed. "I got something here for the little slut. Make her an even better dog."
She held up a little plastic butt-plug. It was rounded at one end and fat at the other, so it would slide easily into an asshole and then lodge there. Attached to it was a long hank of hair, sort of like a horse's tail, or a dog's. It was something she used when stripping.
Jones grinned as he took it, then went behind Jordan and worked the plug into her asshole. Jordan blinked rapidly, but said nothing as she felt her asshole pulled wide, then felt it close again, the plug inside and the tail sticking out and hanging down over her pussy and between her legs.
"Okay, bitch dog," Jones said. "Now you really got a tail to wag!"
He pulled her along and she crawled after him, having no choice. Whenever she lost her balance or was slow he slapped her ass hard. Jordan was in misery, but was still far more concerned with water than anything else. After water would come food. Being degraded and demeaned were too far down the list to count.
Jones paraded her around the camp, bringing laughter and guffaws from the rowdy bikers. Many of them slapped her ass, cupped her pussy, or groped her breasts as they hung down below her. Jones made her bark for them all, and several times he allowed bikers to kneel behind her, lift her tail, and give her a hard fucking.
Finally he led her over to where a pair of German shepherds were and had her bark at them. The dogs were more than a little interested, especially since they remembered fucking her. They sniffed around her crotch and then one of them mounted her.
It found her pussy with little difficulty and a moment later was humping energetically into her cunt while the bikers stood around and sniggered and laughed. He fucked for long minutes before dropping a load of doggie juice in her guts, then the second dog mounted her and began to ride.
Jones looked on with a sneer, then, when the dogs were done, led her back to his shack and tied her leash to a post outside. He got a bucket of water and then sat down in front of her.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked.
"Y... you!" she gasped, her voice ragged and harsh.
"What are you?"
"A... a bitch dog?" she croaked.
He dipped a hand into the water and held it out in front of her. She eagerly pushed her mouth into it and sucked the water from his palm, then licked his fingers.
"Are you going to be a good little bitch from now on?"
"Yessss! Yesss! I'll be good!" she panted, eager for more.
"Bark for me."
"Whooof! Whoof! Whooof!"
He grinned and held out another hand. Again she dove forward, pushing her face into his hand and sucking and licking eagerly.
"More. More!" she whined.
"Want more? I'll give you more!"
He unzipped his cock and held his cock in front of her, then pissed into her mouth. She kept her mouth open, drinking it down gladly, gurgling and choking as the yellow fluid dribbled off her lips and down her throat. She shifted her head around whenever he shifted his aim, trying to catch it all and prevent it from being wasted on her face or shoulders.
Then she sucked his limp cock erect, sucked him off, and drank his cum.
"Good dog," he said, stroking her back. He set out a bowl and filled it with water, then let her drink it, making her lap it up like a dog.
It didn't sate her but it did calm her some, and she was able to eat something then, out of his hands, of course.
Dawn and Angie washed her then, exactly as if she were a dog, soaking her with buckets, soaping her up, then rinsing her off, all as she knelt on the ground on all fours. Dawn then dried her with a towel and Angie brushed her hair out.
"Hey, Jones," Angie called then. "What are we supposed to do with her now?"
"Take her around the camp some more," he said amusedly.
"Hey, Jones," Dawn said. "If this dumb cunt crawls around on her knees any more her legs are gonna be too marked up. You said you wanted her pretty for the strip shows."
"And if you keep tying ropes around her wrists and ankles they're gonna be marked up too," Angie added.
"Well, shit," he growled. "I ain't gonna let the meat roam around free. She'd just take off again."
After discussing it for a couple of minutes Jones went inside and got a length of chain, which he locked to Jordan's collar by a padlock. He attached the chain to the side of the shack by another padlock and left her there to dry and sleep.
When Jordan woke up she found that her body was slick and oily. The women had put suntan lotion on her while she slept so she wouldn't burn, and would get a nice tan. In addition, padding had been wrapped around her knees, and loose gloves had been put on her hands.
For the next several days she crawled around the camp sucking, and being fucked. The bikers patted her head and stroked her like she was a cat or dog, and fed her scraps from their dinners. She drank from bowls placed on the ground, licked fingers, toes, pussies, cocks and assholes, and wagged her tail a lot.
She also helped cook, and do the laundry and dishes. The rest of the time was spent in learning to strip and perform for audiences, and for whoever fucked her. Jordan didn't think about escape any more. She hardly thought about anything at all, other than pleasing the men and women around her.
After another week with the gang she was finally allowed to travel. A dozen guys and a few women packed their bikes and headed out on the road, taking Jordan with them. She was allowed to wear clothes for that, though it was only a pair of really short, tight denim cutoffs, a pair of tennis shoes, and a denim vest with no shirt beneath.
She enjoyed the ride, and hugged Jones tightly as the big bike sped down the road. She liked looking at the sights, and liked moving so fast.
For the most part the gang traveled down side roads, but now and then they passed traffic. Nobody took much notice of her, not wanting to be seen by the dangerous bikers staring at one of their women.
After a few hours of driving they pulled into a roadhouse and parked. They all went in together and Jones greeted the manager warmly, like he was an old friend. The gang flung themselves down in chairs as the topless waitresses brought beer.
Jordan sat at one of the tables with the gang members, looking around curiously. Most of the inhabitants of the place seemed to be people much like the bikers, rough looking men and a few women. There was a stage on one side of the bar but Jordan didn't take much notice of it.
After a short conversation with the manager Jones came back to the table with him.
"Jordan. Carol. You two are gonna work here for the rest of this week. Phil here'll look after you."
Carol nodded, bored. Jordan looked at Phil in surprise.
Carol led Jordan through a door marked "employees only", then down a narrow, dimly lit hallway, up a small flight of stairs, then into an open area.
"This's back stage," Carol said.
"Backstage?"
"Yeah, see that curtain? That leads to the bar. We go out there to do our routines."
''Ohhh." Jordan knew what it meant to do a routine. She'd been practicing and performing for the gang for weeks now.
"Me, you, Theresa, and Sue do one routine each, and every hour. You do you're 'A' routine, then next hour your 'B' routine, then your 'C' routine, then you start over. Got it?"
"Uh-huh!"
"When you're not dancing you waitress. You put on a G-string and serve drinks and clear up glasses. That's good cause the guys shove money into your G-string, or sometimes if they're jerks they pull it aside and push it up your pussy or asshole. We get to keep that money. Everything else goes to Jones."
"What else is there?" she asked, slightly curious.
"The money for stripping for one thing, plus the money for table dancing, and the money for fuckin'. Now remember, if someone wants to fuck you, you tell em they gotta talk to Phil. You don't go off and fuck someone on your own. Phil catches you doin' that, he'll whip your ass raw!"
"Okay," she said timidly.
Carol pushed her up against the wall then and looked down at her sternly.
"Don't even think of complaining to anyone about anything either. Everybody here is a friend of Jones. You go blabbing, and they'll pump cement up your asshole and toss you in the river. Understand?"
Jordan nodded quickly and Carol let her go.
Carol led her back down the little hallway to the tiny room that held a bed and a table and nothing else. Jordan's bag, which held her stripper gear and stuff for sex shows, was already there.
"You won't need the dildos and shit this time. They don't do sex shows here, just strippin'," Carol said.
"Okay," Jordan said meekly.
"Get those clothes off then. You and me will start waitressin' and let Theresa and Sue get on stage."
Jordan stripped off her sneakers, shorts and vest, then put on the G-string she'd packed, along with a pair of cowboy boots with high heels. Carol put on similar gear, except she wore high heeled shoes. Then the two went back down the hall to the door and out into the bar.
The other two girls gave them trays and headed into the back, while Carol showed her how to be a waitress... more or less. Not much was demanded of her other than take the money. She didn't make change or anything, but took the money to the bartender. He did that.
Hands groped her every time she moved among the tables, but after the weeks among the bikers, she coped with that easily, only wincing or yelping sometimes when someone grabbed her cunt or tits too hard.
As Carol had predicted, many of the men shoved bills into her G-string, while some tugged it aside to force wadded up bills into her cunt opening or up her asshole. She had to go in back then, and dig them out right away, which wasted some time, but didn't really bother her much.
When a guy asked her how much she charged for a blowjob she sent him to Phil, but most of the clients seemed to know that they had to talk to Phil without asking her.
Theresa came out on stage and did a routine where she swung around on a vertical bar that stuck out of the middle of the stage, then did other gymnastics. After her came Sue, who dressed as a cowgirl, complete with fake guns. In a state with more liberal laws she'd use the long barrels of the guns for more than just pointing at the audience, Jordan knew.
Theresa came out into the bar to take over for Carol, who went backstage. When Sue finished her routine, Carol came on stage and Sue came out to relieve Jordan. Jordan went backstage then and dressed up in her schoolgirl uniform. Jones had selected it for her because she had a young looking face.
She donned white knee socks, flat black shoes, pink string bikini panties with a matching bra, a blue and white plaid skirt that reached above her knees, and a white shirt. She finished it off with a blue jacket that had a crest on the pocket, combed her hair, then stood behind the curtain waiting for Carol to finish.