Chapter 5
"Looky here, looky here, looky here," the leader of the bikers said. Tina could see that the oily man had a toothpick in the side of his mouth.
The girl could see that there was a tattoo on the man's right arm, in between his shoulder and his elbow. The tattoo was green and red.
It showed a human skull with a snake crawling through the mouth, nose and eye holes. Beneath the skull and snake was, in ornamented letters, "MOM."
"Leave m-m-m-m-me alone," Tina said.
"Why?" the man said.
"Because I want to be alone."
"You own this property?"
"Uhhhh-YES! Uh-my Daddy does."
"Bullshit."
"Oh God," the little girl said, more or less to herself, in dismay.
"God ain't here," one of the other bikers said. "Just us," said the leader.
"We are messengers of Satan," said yet another biker.
"Who ARE you guys?" she asked.
"The name is Jackson. Vernon Jackson," the leader said.
"Greasy Garner," said another biker.
"Axelrod Johnson," said a third.
And so on.
"Who are you, little girl?" Vernon Jackson asked, chewing his toothpick vigorously.
"T-t-t-t-t-tina," she said with a pathetic little stammer. Her fear showed in her eyes. The savage men enjoyed seeing her fear. They planned to exploit it.
"Tina, you are gonna be used, cunt," Vernon Jackson said.
"PI ease have m-m-m-m-m-m-mercy on m-m-m-m-me," she said.
"Mercy! HA! We don't even know the meaning of the word."
"Please don't hurt m-m-m-m-me," Tina pleaded with a whine.
"We ain't gonna hurt you," Greasy Garner said with a chuckle.
"Not any more than we have to, that is," Vernon Jackson said.
All of the bikers laughed at their leader's little joke.
Then the leader of the bikers unstraddled his stripped down Harley chopper and walked toward the little girl. He strutted in his cowboy boots. He swaggered, moving his broad shoulders from side to side as he moved.
He grabbed her blanket and pulled it away from her. She sat before them in the cool grass totally exposed. They ogled her rudely and made frighteningly explicit comments concerning their ugly plans for her.
"I say we cut off her tits and eat them for supper," one said.
"I say we fist fuck her."
"In the asshole."
"Good idea."
"Yeah!"
"Shaddup," Vernon Jackson said to his subservients. "Nobody ain't gonna do nothing to the cunt until I'm through with her, hear?"
"Yes, Vernon," the others said.
"And I'm gonna use her mouth!" Vernon said.
The little girl could see that the biker was humongous. He was the largest man she had seen in a long ime. He could easily have been a football player.
The redheaded teenager correctly assumed that the man did not have the proper character, however, for athletic competition. He was a hood, through and through.
She could see that the man stood well over six feet tall. He was six four to be precise. She could tell that he tipped the scales at well over two-hundred pounds when he last checked.
That is not to say that the man was obese, or even the slightest bit overweight. The truth of the matter was that Vernon Jackson did not have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.
He was all muscle.
Iron-thewed muscle.
The man had thick slabs of muscle across his chest, his shoulders and his back. The man tore off his denim jacket and tossed it aside. The little girl could see the biker's finely tuned muscles rippling with each and every one of his movements.
The man had extraordinarily broad shoulders. His entire upper torso was huge. He had hair that was as black as pitch-and looked as if it had not been washed in ages.
His hair was long and unkempt. It spilled down over his forehead and the tops of his ears. It was long and curled upward a bit at the neck.
The man had eyebrows and eyelashes that were just as black as the hair on his head. He had one eyebrow actually, which went all the way across. There was no break between his eyebrows at the bridge of his nose.
His eyes were very dark. They were actually dark brown in color-but they were so dark that they frequently looked as ebony as his hair.
His nose looked as if it had been broken many times.
There was a big scar across Vernon Jackson's right cheek.
The man had a lot of body hair. The little girl could see that there was a thick rug of black fur covering the man's chest and belly.
The hair was so thick that it was practically impossible for the little girl to see either his nipples or his bellybutton. She liked hairy men.
The more hair a guy had the more he seemed like a beast to Tina and less like a human being. Oddly, there was something about this that appealed to the little girl a great deal.
In spite of the massive girth of the man's upper torso, his waist and hips were remarkably slender. He was built like a triangle with its point down.
The little girl could see that there was a big ratio between his chest and-waist measurements. On the other hand, the redheaded teenager could see that there was hardly any ratio at all between his waist and hip measurements.
She could see that his thighs were very thick. She knew that she would never get around to measuring but she suspected right off that one of the man's thighs was bigger around than her entire waist. Of course, Tina had a tiny waist.
His legs were long.
His hands and feet were humongous, and the little girl could tell by the bulge in the crotch of his leather pants that the same thing was true of another all-important part of Vernon Jackson's masculine anatony.
"Ooooweee! Look at those tits!" Gr easy said.
"She's got no cunt hair," Axelrod said.
"Hardly none anyway," Greasy said.
"Easy, boys. Keep it in your pants," Vernon said. The leader of the biker gang reached down with both hands and grabbed the brass buckle to his black leather belt.
He unbuckled it.
He undid the top of his pants. It didn't come as any extreme shock to the little girl that he was wearing no underwear. He didn't seem like the type who would. He seemed more like the type who would wear his pants backwards, just to prove he was tough.
His cock was stiff by the time it popped out of his tight leather trousers, and this came as no shock to the little girl either. The man walked right up to Tina and reached down to grab her by the hair.
"I can tell just by looking at your mouth that you already know what to do," Vernon Jackson said.
"You want me to suck you off, right?"
"That's right."
"That's all?"
"For now."
"No sweat."
She couldn't believe that it was going to be that easy. Of course, it wasn't. There was a big aspect of this sex act that Vernon had not bothered to explain to the little girl. He had too handfuls of her thick red hair. He pulled her hair so hard that she thought it was all going to come ripping out of her scalp by the roots. She straightened her back and moved her face so that it was directly in front of his dancing boner. She sat on her heels and kept her knees close together. She was very afraid. She had a sneaking suspicion that these sadistic men were just searching for an excuse to beat the living shit out of her.
"You better not bite me, cunt. If you do I'll pull out every tooth in your head with a pair of greasy pliers," Vernon Jackson said. His threat was not without effect.
"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes, s-s-s-s-s-s-sir," Tina' stammered.
The man grabbed the little girl by the head. He pushed his fingers through her thick red hair until he was pressing hard against her scalp.
The leader of the biker gang then pushed his fingers over the top of her head, to the back of her head, then down to the base of her skull.
He pressed his fingertips into the nape of her neck hard, puckering the flesh-hurting her severely. The little girl could feel tears welling in her emerald green eyes.
The tears began to drip from the ducts at the inner corners of her big round eyes. Those rivulets of saltwater ran over her high cheekbones and down her smooth cheeks.
Her face was soon stained with the tracks of her tears. Her tears made it into her mouth and onto her tongue. They tasted both salty and bitter-as if they had been tainted and poisoned by her acute sense of hopelessness and despair.
The man held the little girl's skull so tightly that she feared he was going to crush her head-just as if it were a ripe grape.
The man then turned his wrists and moved his palms so that they were covering the little girl's ears. Her ears were pinned to the sides of her head by his huge dirty hand.
In this manner the leader of the bikers made it very difficult for the little girl to hear anything at all. The things she could hear sounded as if they were coming from far far away.
Her vision was blurred because of her tears. The little girl found that she had to blink more frequently than usual if she wanted to see properly.
She realized that the man was holding her head stringently. She gasped with fear when she discovered that she could no longer move her face from side to side-not even a fraction of an inch.
The redheaded teenager realized that she could no longer pull back away from Vernon Jackson's loins with her pretty head and round shoulders.
Tina discovered that the only direction she could move her head was forward, and that would make sense to her in time, as forward proved to be the only direction the head biker was interested in.
The little girl opened her mouth as far as she could get it. She could feel her eyes swelling. She correctly assumed that her green eyes were getting extremely bloodshot.
Her eyes were so swollen that she discovered, to her dismay, that she could only blink with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty and discomfort.
The teenager's inner eyelids felt as if they had suddenly and magically been transformed into a particularly rough variety of sandpaper.
The man pushed forward with his loins a bit and then he began to swing his ass from side to side-thus causing his cock meat to slap her rudely in the cheeks.
"Smack her with your cock!"
"Beat her face with your meat!"
"Put your dong in her mouth!"
"Ram it in, Vernon!"
"Do it, one time for Billy."
Billy was a Hacker who had been killed in a police shootout only two weeks before. His name still cropped up in conversation quite frequently. The bikers knew that guys like them often didn't live to be very old.
The head biker stopped slapping the little girl's cute kisser with his boner. He pushed the head of his dick right into her mouth.
She sucked.
She made sloppy noises.
She sucked as hard as she possibly could at the biker's pecker.
"You fool," he said to her.
She looked up at him while he sucked, turning her swollen and reddened eyes skyward. His ass cheeks were tensed and his buttocks were pushed together as tightly as he could get them.
"You little foolish cunt," he said.
The little girl knew that he had to be shouting because she could hear what he was saying in spite of the way his huge greasy hands covered her ears.
"Did you think I would be satisfied with having just the head of my cock sucked, huh, you little foolish chick?" Vernon Jackson said.
He turned his head and spat on the grass.
The little girl closed her eyes, even though this hurt. She was not sure what the man was talking about-but she didn't like the sound of it. "No, cunt. This is the easy part," the man said. The little girl could feel his glans throbbing against her lips, her tongue, and the insides of her cheeks. The head of the biker's cock was so thick that her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her oral cavity.
She concentrated on keeping her teeth off of his cock. She knew that he wasn't bluffing when he threatened to pull out her teeth with a pair of pliers. She could tell that Vernon Jackson was not the type of dude to bluff.
This men played for keeps.
"No, stupid cunt! I am not going to be satisfied until I have shoved the entire length of my cock right down your tight little throat," Vernon said.
The little girl could feel the blood draining from her face. She could tell that she was turning as white as a sheet-as pale as a ghost.
She was also getting sunburned severely, but she wouldn't realize this until much later. The butterflies down in the little girl's tummy were now flopping around on top of one another as if they were anxious to get the hell out of there.
"This ain't gonna be no regular blow job, chickie baby. This is going to be a-uh-a FACE FUCK!" Vernon Jackson said, searching momentarily for the correct words.
The little girl tried desperately to think of what to do. She could feel her brain becoming incapable of rational thought. Her stream-of-consciousness was shattered by her fear.
The teenager's brain felt as if it were headed in a thousand different directions at the same time t and she couldn't hold onto a single thought for more than the most minute fraction of a second.
Her nostrils flared wildly-and she could hear herself making sharp snorting noises. Then she realized that it might be a good idea to move her knees back in the grass, away from the biker's boots.
This enabled the teenager to straighten her swan-like neck.
The redhead correctly assumed that the complete violation of her neck would be more comfortable for both of them if she straightened her gullet out. The man began to push forward with his masculinely slender lower torso.
The little girl tried desperately to relax the muscles down in her throat so that she could keep her inevitable discomfort to a minimum.
But the teenager was so frightened that she found ninety-nine percent of her attempt to relax was in vain. She was too nervous to relax any part of her body-much less the part of her body that was directly under attack.
The man pushed his cock head down into the back of her mouth and then into., her throat. Just as the little girl expected, she began to gag horribly immediately.
The pain was severe.
Her tears continued to flow.
She felt sick to her stomach.
She felt as if she had just been stabbed in the gullet with a red-hot poker! It burned.
But it felt good in a way ... Sort of right for her.