Chapter 12
Hell's fires couldn't have burned any hotter than the fires of alcohol flaming in Ruth's head that next morning. The muddy coffee and aspirin only worsened her deplorable condition and it was with a dizzy, sickening feeling that she boarded Pete's bike. Ruth was adjusting her knapsack when Lila snuck up tiger-like from behind.
"Nice work for a preacher's kid," she jibed. "I warned you about that shit!" she spat venomously. The shuffling of boots behind her forewarned of Pete's approach, and the redhead slunk away.
Ruth had refused to reply. Her memories of the preceding evening were all too explicit and she knew that when her head stopped killing her, her conscience would. But for the moment, her physical condition was so horrendous that she could not spare the energy for moral considerations. So she behaved like a whore! So what? She had made an earthshaking discovery last night and she wanted only to be alone, with her arms wrapped around Pete's waist, and think about it.
Ruth was not quite sure of it herself, and the idea seemed laughable. But it somehow seemed just possible that she had fallen in love with Pete!
Incredible it was that she should feel any warmth towards him after the disgusting way he'd treated her female pride... not to mention what he'd done to her more private parts. But by some quirk of consciousness, instead of being horrified and disgusted, Ruth became all tingly and warm Inside with the longing to touch him again.
Bikers streamed out of the motel rooms looking none too alert and revved up their bikes, churning up the gravel and choking the air with exhaust fumes. Lash's parents stood tearfully by, waving adieu to a seldom-seen son, both crying out for an were as to when and if they would see htm again.. Looking embarrassed as a fussed over schoolboy, Lash waved them off and led the bikers on the last leg of their journey.
The fearsome caravan stretched out over the highway cutting through the outskirts of the San Bernardino Mountains where the infamous Mojave Desert winds slashed at the bikes threatening to send them into deathly skids. But Pete proved to be an expert rider and knew how to control his machine in the most adverse conditions, a blessing for which the preacher's daughter offered up her thanks as she squinted against the windblown sand whipping at her hair, her face, her eyes... realizing she was entrusting her life to a man who had twice raped her.
Nightfall found them in the mountains, a few miles from where the contact to buy the cocaine from the Mexican Mafia was to be made. Tomorrow would find them on the road once more... back to La Honda.
That meant that Ruth's adventure would perhaps be coming to an end and the thought made her a little sad for some reason. The idea of working as a waitress and cleaning ash trays and beer mugs seemed terribly tame after the glimpse of what a biker's life was like. Not that she approved of their wild and depraved activities, but she had to admit that she had not been bored once since Pete had barged rudely into her room back in La Honda. Deep down inside she laughed at her childish crush On Ricky Morgan, remembering how she'd mothered him after that first night. Mentally, she compared Ricky and Pete and decided she was pitting a rabbit against a lion.
Pete had seemed almost nervous before he left with Lash to make the pick-up. He was dealing under a double-indemnity and knew the risks involved. This, his first consummated deal between 'his people' and the Angels would forever seal his reputation with the gang. If for some reason Carlos defaulted-either slipped them badly cut drugs or didn't show at all, the Angels would shred every inch of skin from his bones and leave him for the vultures breakfast. On the other hand, if the deal went smoothly, Lash had better start moving over to the left of the king spot. For a couple of years, Lash hadn't been able to pull together a deal of this magnitude, and the gang was starting to lose faith ... and soon their patience would falter too.
Now the atmosphere in the camp on the outskirts of a small desert cow town in the mountain foothills was hushed and tense. The occasional howl of a coyote yelping at the moon was the only sound in the campsite hidden by a natural rock-face. Two bikers sat watch, the metallic glimmer of their guns and knives reflecting in the silvery moon light. Nobody drank, nobody whooped and hollered, nobody thought about fornicating. To Ruth the atmosphere felt as ripe as an isolated army unit awaiting ambush.
Separated from the others, she sat on a rock, close enough to the campfire to feel its orange flames scorch her wind and sand burned face. The cooler, tree-covered ground would have been more comfortable, but tonight she welcomed the protection of the Hells Angels' company. Sideways glances in Lila's direction were enough to make her jump in the rowdiest biker's lap. Lila seemed fidgety, nervous, clenching her fists and shooting gut-tearing hate-filled stares in Ruth's direction. If Lila did decide to jump her, would any of the Angels help her? Ruth knew the disadvantages of being a non-member and traveling with the Angels. Still, decided advantages fell in her direction-like not being branded on the buttocks like an FDA inspection sticker, that meant you were to be passed around like a piece of sausage to any hungry biker who decided to lop off a piece of her flesh and taste a morsel.
Then the world seemed to stand still as the sound of rumbling cycles sounded on the road-then died-not far from the camouflaged campsite, and Ruth's heart beat a lighter tune as she made out the shadowy form of Pete slashing his way through the scrub pines. Lash was close behind.
That night a few bikers passed a few marijuana joints, but that was done in silence. Fatigued from the long, hard ride, last night's hangover, compounded by the tension of tonight's score, everyone collapsed early. No one was to touch the cocaine until they'd returned to La Honda and that, guessed Ruth, was more a test of strength than anything she'd seen yet!
Pete made love to her, very gently, under the warmth of their army blanket and she reacted to him powerfully but quietly as the two of them lay wrapped in a blanket a few feet from the bonfire. When they had fallen apart, Pete fell into a deep slumber and Ruth curled up next to him like two spoons. Tomorrow would find Ruth headed back to the restaurant, and Pete to his old lady. Maybe they would sneak off together now and then. It was not an ideal situation and Ruth was still confused and unsure of her emotions when she realized she had to relieve herself, and crawled out from under the blanket to head for the shelter of the trees beyond.
She tip-toed past the snoring bikers, down a rock-studded path where no one could see her squatting. Satisfied, she retraced her steps, thankful to see the bonfire flame lighting her way, when her eyes flew wide open and a hard brutal hand closed over her mouth while dragging her backwards.
"No noise, baby," came Lash's cruel, whispering voice. Bending one arm painfully behind her back, he pushed her before him down a narrow trail leading away from the campfire. She had been sleeping naked because the night was warm, and hadn't bothered to put on anything except Pete's T-shirt. The low-hanging branches slapped against her face and thighs as she stumbled forward blindly in the darkness.
"What do you want with me?" she wailed miserably, knowing full well that he wanted her naked with her legs spread beneath him and his cock imbedded deep up in her belly. His only response was an animalish growl and another sharp twist of her arm.
Ruth was terrified out of her mind and half-tempted to scream for Pete, but feared what Lash could do to her in the minutes it would take the biker to wake up and find them.
Lash dragged her around one last torturous curve in the path and Ruth found herself in another small clearing. There, standing to a small fire stood Lila.
"Didn't think I kept my word, did you?" the redhead hissed at the frightened blonde haired girl. "What happened? Did you get raped again?"
No words could describe the sinking feeling in the pit of Ruth's stomach at that instant. Silence was her best defense and she didn't even wince when Lila stepped up close and spat in Ruth's face.
"You f uckin' bitch! I can't wait to see you screaming with pain when Lash and I get through with you!"
"I'm gonna fuck the little bitch ... like I been wantin' to do since I first seen them tits...."
"Nan ... she likes being raped too much. Better I carve my initials in those fat boobs of hers."
"The way I'm fixin' to take her, she'll scream plenty," vowed the Angels leader. "Like up the ass? Pete ever stick it up there or is that virgin territory?"
The tormented, hideously shaking girl, turned to look at him seeing with a shock that he was rapidly pulling off his clothing. In a second, he was naked and Ruth noticed with a new shock of panic that his heavily throbbing cock was already pearling with lubrication.
With the tip of her double-edged buck knife, Lila slit the T-shirt covering Ruth's naked breasts from the hem to the neck ribbing.
"Noooooooo!" screamed Ruth as Lash stepped toward her. She kicked at his naked groin, then took off for the woods, but his superior strength caught her and he tripped her, sending her crashing to her stomach on the biting rocks.
In an instant, Lila crouched by her head, her knife in her hands, and Ruth noticed with renewed panic that Lila's hands were twitching, her knuckles white.
"One peep outa you, girl, and Fm gonna slice off one of them breasts. You just spread them well used legs and lay nice and quiet while Lash fucks it to ya!"
Oh, dear God, thought Ruth, by now half in delirium. Would she ever awaken from this nightmare? She would rather die a coward than martyr herself to Lash.
The worst was yet to come. She shivered like a baby bird fallen from its nest as the older man's wild slavering lips coursed the length of her smooth, hairless buttocks and she wiggled as he bit into the soft tender flesh of her thighs. His calloused hands went to work as well, drawing her trembling young asscheeks painfully apart and shooting his long thick tongue down into the vulnerably spread crevice of her tiny exposed rectum. Her anus hurt as he pushed and pulled on her, stretching the tight, rubbery little circle wider to his hotly flicking tongue tip with an outward pressure of this thumbs. Worse than the pain was the humiliation of being spread-eagled in the dirt before Pete's smirking old lady, her legs spread widely apart, while a sex crazed sadist probed and poked at the most sensitive and private part of her body.
Ruth felt the Hells Angels leader nudging her thighs further apart to give him a better view of what he was looking for-the tiny, fearfully cringing asshole. Clenching her buttocks cheeks together did no good, so she concentrated on contracting her inner anal muscles as hard as she could. But the cold metallic blade of Lila's knife pressing against her naked throat made her relax back there, incongruously.
"Open your little ass or I'll open your throat and let him fuck you there!" spat Lila through menacingly gritted teeth.
God, why couldn't she tell them to kill her and be done with it! The icy blade was too close to reality for dramatics and she obediently relaxed the muscles in her thighs and let the vicious biker draw her legs further apart, stretching them like a hungry pilgrim pulling off a turkey leg.
Now there was a thick middle finger working hungrily at her anus and Ruth saw an evil light in Lila's eyes as the wicked woman watched this vile ravishment of Ruth's tiny puckered rectal mouth with obscene delight. To minimize the pain, she tried to relax her back passage as she felt the biker's finger sink into her vainly resisting anus as far as his first gnarled knuckle. "Ohhhh, God!" she groaned, and then felt it slithering up inside until the palm of his huge, meaty hand was pressed flat up against the helplessly trembling cheeks of her naked young buttocks. Then, Lash sadistically began working the finger around up inside of her as she lay helpless beneath him, groveling in the dirt as he expanded her tightly clasped, unused little rectum.
"Go ahead, baby," Lila urged Lash. "Rip it open ... rip it right down to her cunt!"
Lash was eager to respond, slipping a second finger in beside the first and stretching the tight rubbery entrance to her rectal passage as far as it would go. He could see her squirming with pain and he hoped it hurt her plenty, the cold, tight-assed little bitch! She had sneered at him, acting as if she was something special, and then jumping into bed and spreading her legs for that idiot Pete! He couldn't fight it out with Pete, or he might lose his hold on the Angels, but Ruth was no Hells Angel ... not by a long shot... and that made her fair play.
Lash levered himself into position behind her, his knees between her outstretched legs, pulling the futilely resisting cheeks of her tender ass as far apart as they would go without actually tearing the flesh, and fumbling with his heavy sperm loaded cock he tried to fit the heavy, blood-filled head into the tight elastic entrance of her rectum.
He missed his target the first time and found his cockhead slipping mistakenly up inside her open cunt that was still wet and slippery from Pete's cum. "Shit....Goddamn, shit, hell...!" he cursed and pulled himself out for another stab.
And stab it was! The heavy-lust-hardened tip of his cock popped with a slight hissing sound just up inside the tiny, tightly clenched lips of her rectum.
"Ohhhhhh, dearrrr Goddd!" groaned Ruth in pure agony, unmatched by the mire, stench, excrement and fire of Dante's Inferno. Automatically, her buttocks ground downward and away from him with all their strength, but the biker dominated her easily, holding her helpless and face down into the ground, her nostrils filling with sandy dust as she breathed. Then, grunting heavily and with a final massive jerk forward with his hips, Lash broke past the weak defense of her narrow, vainly clenched rectal hole and drove his rock hard penis deep up into the flaccidly yielding flesh of her bowels.
Ruth's mouth gaped out in silent agony, and her limbs thrashed hopelessly around beneath him, her arms and legs kicking out like a live butterfly suddenly pinned in a collector's box. The pain was worse than her father's description of hell and it took her breath away as she felt the man's lust-thickened cock stabbing fiercely higher and higher up between her wide held young buttocks until she felt his hairy testicles smack heavily down into her naked vagina and he had seared every inch of his penis into her rectum. When he had penetrated her asshole as far as it would go, her spirit broke and she collapsed in the dust once more.
Lila sadistically crouched down next to Ruth's head to watch her pain-contorted face turn ashen with fear.
"Like that, honey?" she sneered. "Now that's what I call rape!" she jeered. It was bad enough being brutally sodomized without having this cruelly mocking girl reveling in her agony.
"Yeah, wouldn't this piss off Pete," she continued mockingly. "You know what that bastard would do if he saw you here taking this shit from Lash? He'd fuck you in the mouth and drown you in his cum!"
Lash was paying no attention to idle chatter as he ground his tightly squeezed cock deep up into the helplessly trembling depths of her belly harder and deeper than the one before it. He could feel her anus gradually adjusting to this cruel punishment and this excited him more. As her tortured rectum began to expand around his massive penis, the biker started to increase the tempo of his strokes, plunging into her as if his penis was run on batteries, while she writhed and groaned helplessly into the ground beneath him.
The horrible reality of her position flickered through Ruth's tortured mind. She could make him stop only by satisfying him so completely that he would shoot his dirty male cum up inside of her filled rectum ... otherwise he could go on fucking her all night long and the torment would never end.
The biker groaned as he felt the young girl's inner anal muscles suddenly contract around his deeply sunk cock, grabbing it and holding it there like a mouse trap that had caught its prey. The delicious pressure was overpowering and the inner folds of her anus clutched tightly at his long stabbing penis, trying to milk back at his penis and squeeze it completely dry. Ruth began to slowly, sensuously, grind her hips back against him, rotating her ass up against his pelvis as sexily as she could. Surprisingly, the pain was somewhat diminished now and she found she could move more freely without unbearable pain.
Lash gazed down at her naked back with her long blonde hair trailing in the dirt, staring in amazement as her hotly writhing young ass cheeks brought him dangerously close to a climax. He studied the pink, hairless little lips of her asshole as it clung to his plunging cock on the backstroke and then disappeared back up inside her again each time he thrust forward. She bore down on him as hard as she could, clamping her now slightly perspiring buttocks tightly together and tensing every muscle in her curvaceously naked body.
"Ohhhh shittttt!" Lash fucked into her tightly squeezing rectum even harder as the other girl, Lila, shouted insane encouragements from the sidelines. Lash's power faded from him and he could find no way to keep that terrible pressure from building up in his testicles. No two ways about it..... he was cumming, ready to squirt his cum and he decided to make the best of it.
Ruth could feel his rhythmically fucking cock expanding within her, stretching the sensitive interior walls of her rectum beyond the limits of endurance, but somehow she managed to keep the heat on, fucking her smoothly churning asscheeks back up at him as if she was fucking the devil himself.
"You little bitch, you hot fucking little bitch!" muttered Lash, knowing somehow that she was getting the better of him, cheating him out of his triumph. He could not hold back another second and Ruth heard a muffled gasp behind her as his enormous throbbing cock burst its floodgates inside of her bowels and emptied his sperm filled balls deep up into the dark unnatural receptable of her bowels.
Ruth thought he would never stop cumming as wave after wave of the hot, rhythmically gushing fluid spated out of his wildly jerking balls into the depths of her rectum, overflowing around his heavily ejaculating cock and spewing back out around the edges of the tightly clamped nether ring of her anus.
She collapsed face down in the dirt as he pumped the last of his heated male seed into her battered backside, exhausted and bruised, but somehow not beaten. Lash pulled his slowly-deflating penis out of her sperm-filled young rectum with a lewd wet sucking sound and lay next to her on the ground, panting and cursing while the malevolent Lila perched next to them, still holding the knife to Ruth's throat.
"What do we do with her now?" rasped Lila with a sinister smile which faded as her ears listened for a sound in the woods ... the unmistakable tromp of boots beating a path toward their fire.
"Run!" yelled Lash, recognizing Pete's voice calling out asking who was there.
They left her lying panting, painfully rising to her bruised knees, her anus feeling as if it had been stuck by a spear while they disappeared into the safety of the hard, dark night. All sense of reason beaten out of her, Ruth said nothing, fearing Pete might think she had run away and had been caught by some of the Angels who'd roughed her up a bit.
The rustling in the underbrush silenced, and then Ruth made her way back to the big campfire that had dwindled down to a few smoldering logs. Stoically, she slipped into the warm blanket beside Pete's body.
He stirred. "Where the hell you been, Ruth? I thought you'd run out on me."
Shall I tell him? No... she decided, fearing that Pete and Lash would fight to the death and If Pete should lose, that would leave her at the detestable mercy of Lash. Better to wait until we get back to La Honda, she reasoned.
"I... I went to go to the bathroom. Sorry I didn't get permission first," she apologized feebly. Then, wiping a warm tear from her cheek, rested her battered body against his and slept.
Ruth hugged her arms tightly around Pete's waist the next morning when battered and sore, she lifted her painful buttocks onto the back of his bike and held on, keeping an eye out for Lila who sat threateningly smug on Lash's big black Harley. Prom now on, thought Ruth with the wisdom of experience, I'm sticking close to home. The wicked glint in Lila's flashing eyes sent chills coursing up Ruth's spine as though someone was holding an ice cube there, and it required no great foresight to see that the contest was far from over.
Some say a prayer before embarking on a dangerous mission, but the Hells Angels hold meetings. Once again the riders assembled, sitting astride their bikes, looking impatient, kneading the gears on their bikes. They agreed that since Pete had made the score, it was his responsibility to carry the contraband neatly concealed in a soldered compartment in his bike.
Lash headed the group. "You don't get that shit back to La Honda and you're one dead chicken," warned Lash in what appeared to be a deliberate attempt to rouse the bikers against the second-in-command. "You get any fancy notions about splitting off from the group and somebody's gonna find you in a gully with your throat split." Lash ran his finger across his throat for effect, and Ruth wondered if life would be so cruel as to separate her from Pete now that they'd come to know each other on intimate terms. Lord, don't take him from me now...
A roar of agreement rumbled up from the group and suspicious eyes turned on Pete whose trustworthiness was yet to be tested.
The lawless gang of bikers took the safe route home, retracing the mountain path by way of Lash's parent's motel. Chuck and Berry took the assigned leads, followed by bikers evenly interspersed every few miles, in such a way as to clear the territory for Pete who would spend the rest of his life behind bars if caught in possession of ten pounds of eighty percent cocaine. With that domino theory in mind, it was well understood that should a biker come upon the biker leading him, danger was around the corner. As a reversal of yesterday's riding pattern, Lash and Lila rode one station behind Pete and Ruth.
The bikes spit out of the campsite, with Lash the last to leave. After an hour of driving, their upward mountain climb began and Ruth held onto Pete feeling a little sick to her stomach from the constant zigzagging around curves. As the pine trees gave way to higher altitude scrub pines, the bike lurched and bolted, taking the curves smoothly under Pete's expert hand. Ruth shuddered, thinking of her captor as more of a savior than tormentor, and she had only to glance over the shoulder of the road to eye the craggy rocks below to realize he was her protector. One misjudgment and nobody would find her remains after the vultures had finished picking over her bones. Her mind reeked with fear and she wondered if Pete, too, was as scared as she... if he shared that sixth sense alert that Lash and Lila wanted to see them both dead.
They came upon an A A W drive-in and Pete slowed, choosing it because Lash would see his yellow Harley parked there and they both could take a rest. Even though Ruth hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, her stomach refused food and she watched Pete gobble down a couple of double cheese burgers and wash it down with a malt... an awfully timid lunch, she surmised, for such a powerful man.
That's just what I needed," said Pete, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He was counting out his change to pay the car hop when he noticed a black Harley Davidson whizz by the A & W stand, the unmistakable flames of Lila's red hair easily distinguishable as she turned her head, looking directly into Ruth's eyes, tapped Lash on the shoulder and continued on down the road.
Lash had broken his first rule: the biker behind never passes the one in front of him. Ruth could see the sinews in Pete's neck tense and his jaw, even in profile, looked more determined and square than usual. For a second, she considered telling him about hut night's attempt on her life, but Pete didn't seem to be in the mood for conversation.
As they rode on, Ruth noticed that Pete's speed had slackened, taking the comers cautiously and he turned his head at the most imperceptible distraction ... a rabbit hopping across the road, a hawk circling overhead.
The yellow machine was headed up the apex of a mountain pass marked by zigzag warning sign and was rounding the hair-pin curve, coming down the other side when a deafening roar and a flash of movement sprang from a side road and thundered behind Pete, hogging the middle of the highway, forever edging Pete's bike toward the deathly shoulder.
Ruth saw seventeen years of life speed by as Lash's bike accelerated to smash into Pete's, sending it into a skid that spit gravel over the shoulder of the road. The engine sputtered, nearly died, and the back wheels spun over the precipice, the machine dangling there. Deftly, Pete accelerated so hard the front wheels dug into the asphalt, pulling the bike back to safety. Ruth clenched her eyes shut and waited for the pain, thinking she was dead and wondering whether this was heaven or hell. Her amber eyes popped open as a deadly scream hit her ears ... and a crash as Lash's motorcycle hit a grease spot and went into a three-quarter spin, sending it careening over the shoulder, bumping over cliffs, two bodies being thrown like litter from a car window into the ravine below. An explosion blasted and Pete and Ruth, both feeling jelly-kneed, watched Lash's black Harley go up in flames.