Chapter 2
It was a hot, hazy summer day.
Kristen was working at her uncle's diner and the business was beginning to taper off.
Mr. Sampleton and Mr. Henricks were just drinking the last of their coffee as the bikes pulled up out front.
The small bell tinkled over the door just as Kristen rang up their bill on the cash register.
As the men left, the four bikers noisily scraped back the chairs, plopped down in them as one of them slammed his hand down on the table top and yelled, "Coffee, bitch, and make it quick."
"Be with you in a minute, sir," came Kristen's reply as her blood started to pound in her head. Talk about fantasies come true!
The teen almost creamed her pants, if she had any on that is.
Growing up with her sadistic uncle, Kristen had had some very unusual fantasies over the years, but the most prominent one was about being abducted by a motorcycle gang and made their slave forever.
Grabbing her order pad from behind the counter, she undid yet another button on her uniform as she bent over.
A quick glance was enough to confirm that plenty of cleavage showed, along with a slowly fading bruise on her left knocker.
Standing straight, walking around the end of the counter, Kristen took a quick glance at the machines parked out front and was pleased to see out-of-state plates.
One greasy hunk had fed the jukebox and as she reached their table a heavy metal song blasted out of the speakers sending a tingling shiver up her spine.
"What'll it be gang?" was her greeting as she poised the pencil over the order pad and tilted her hips toward the guy who had slammed his hand down on the table.
"You deaf or something, bitch? I said coffee. Four of 'em and quick."
"Four coffees coming right up."
A quick scribble on her pad and Kristen turned around and walked to the coffee maker, complete with gyrating hips.
Shaking hands quickly stacked four cups and saucers on the tray. Balancing the tray on one hand and the coffee pot in the other she returned to their table with a wistful smile curling her lips.
"Here you go. Four piping hot coffees for four piping hot guys."
As she placed a cup and saucer in front of each man she made sure they all got an eyeful of her endowments.
And again when each cup was filled.
"See anything else you want?"
This question was directed at Hand Slammer as she pulled her shoulders back making her uniform top gap even more with the motion.
Hand Slammer didn't miss any of her invitations and quickly decided 'what the hell'.
Leaning back in his chair he looked up at her with a totally blank face.
Seeing her calmly stand there with her tits all but hanging out he slowly raised his right hand toward her half exposed left tit.
Placing his palm on her tit he looked at her again and when he saw approval, it was an easy matter to slide his hand around and under her tit and flip it up and out, leaving it hanging totally displayed for all to see.
"Yea, we'll have some of this too."
"Fine. And how would you like it?"
Sopping cunt was proof enough for Kristen that things were going exceedingly well so far.
'Cool bitch' he thought as he began to squeezed his fingers together, twisting her displayed tit for his buddies to see.
Seconds passed as he twisted some more, leaving light red marks on her pale skin.
"We like ours medium rare. You know, with a little bit of blood still showing. Sound interesting?"
"Medium rare tits are nice appetizers, how about the main course? Do you see anything else that you'd like for that?"
"Not at the moment. It all seems to be covered. Think that could be changed, bitch?"
"Yea, but not here. My uncle would definitely object."
"What uncle?"
"The one back in the kitchen."
"Would he by chance be the one who did this?" as he jabbed his finger into the bruise showing on her tit.
Kristen gave a slight twinge of pain before shaking her head in the affirmative.
"He doesn't like to share, huh?"
"No, he doesn't, but I do. Think something could be arranged? It would have to be something quick though, he checks on me every five minutes or so and it's about that time now."
Hand Slammer gave away his first emotions as he smiled at her, flipped her tit back inside her top and turned to his buddies and said, "Drink up, we're leaving. Tony, turn the bikes around and start mine. We're gonna be leaving here in a hurry."
None of his friends were imbeciles and in a matter of seconds the other three were out the door, turning the bikes around and Tony started Mike's, Hand Slammer's, before doing the same with his.
As the engines revved outside Kristen and Hand Slammer walked to the cash register, both of them looking at the opening to the kitchen.
As the cash register rang up the order her uncle looked through the pass-through window, saw that all was well, then turned back to is TV without another thought.
He heard the bell above the door ring as the last man left.
He didn't bother to look, but if he had, he would have seen Kristen leave at the same time.
The next time he thought to check on Kristen he couldn't see here anywhere in the empty diner. Slamming the swinging door back so hard that it hit the wall, he walked out front.
Empty. Damn it all to hell in a hand basket, now where had she gone?
Looking around he saw her order pat resting on the cash register. Picking it up he read, "Gone to have some fun. I may or may not be back, Kristen."
"The damned horny bitch. She'll pay when she gets back. Just see if she doesn't."
Kristen wasn't worried about getting back.
She was having too much fun to even consider it.
Most people would have considered it hell, but not Kristen. Her uncle had seen that she wasn't raised as other girls, thus he shouldn't have been surprised.
And quite frankly he wasn't surprised, just irritated.
Kristen and Hand Slammer had literally ran out the door of the diner and jumped on the empty bike with her in front.
All four bikes pulled out, leaving the smell of burning rubber and exhaust in their wake, and headed further out of the town as the diner got smaller and smaller behind them.
The rolling, tree-covered hills of Connecticut sped by in a haze as the four machines screamed over the roads.
"Where to, bitch?" Hand Slammer yelled over the engine noise as she pressed her butt into his crotch, thrilled with the vibrations that the bike sent humming through her overheated pussy.
"Up ahead is a small opening in the trees. It's an old Indian trail that leads to several small cleared areas."
Kristen felt Hand Slammer laugh as he yelled in her ear, "Like it out doors, huh?"
"I like it anywhere, if the company is right."
"And what kind of company might that be, bitch?" he asked as he pinched her tit with his left hand.
"Your kind. Low-down, mean, cruel and nasty. Men who know what they want and aren't afraid to go out and get it."
"Right, bitch. And the first thing I want is for you to put your hands behind your back and keep 'em there. Understand, bitch?"
"Oh, yea. I understand."
Kristen leaned forward from her waist just enough to place her hands behind her, then she slid her hips forward so her pussy was pressed tightly into the vibrating gas tank, and then leaned back into Hand Slammer's chest as she waited for whatever was to come, hoping it wouldn't be a long wait.
It wasn't.
Bringing his left hand to her again, Hand Slammer jammed his thumb into the opening of her uniform top and ripped down.
The few remaining buttons that were holding her top together were soon small white specks on the road. Kristen curled her fingers around his wide leather belt for security as she felt the wind press against her exposed tits.
Both had to wait for a moment as Hand Slammer had to use both hands to make a turn, but his left hand soon returned to Kristen, ripping away her top from the waistband. With the shredded ends and loose strings of her now destroyed top tickling her arms, she felt Hand Slammer push her forward.
Bending forward from the waist, she was at first puzzled but that puzzlement was soon solved as he pulled the shoulders of her top down her arms, in effect imprisoning her arms at her sides.
Rising over a crest of a hill Kristen got yet another thrill, for coming up the other side was a car. Noting the driver's open mouthed response she laughed as Hand Slammer's hand pulled hard on her wind caressed nipples then gave the driver the finger.
"Up there on the left, see the opening? That's the trail."
"Right. Hang on. I wouldn't want to lose ya now."
With a quick down shifting of gears, Kristen was glad she had the support of this belt as the four bikes turned off the road and onto the small winding trail that led into the woods.
The big street bikes were not meant for off-road and it took all the skill the drivers had to keep themselves and their bikes upright as Kristen bounced up and down, her pussy gratefully grinding into the sloped gas tank with each jarring bounce until finally a trail opened into a small clearing.
"This it, bitch?"
"Well, you could. But there's another clearing behind this one. If you want more privacy, that is."
"Privacy, huh? Right. We'll want that, won't we."
Seeing an even smaller path leading out of the clearing he turned toward it as the others followed in his wake.
Small branches brushed against them as they slowly made their way along until coming to another, slightly larger clearing.
"This it?"
"Yes. See, it even has all the comforts of home."
Hand Slammer was at first confused but then decided that she was referring to a fire circle and a supply of firewood that could be seen off to one side.
Parking his bike a ways away, he turned it off.
"Stay put, bitch. I'll be right back"
He swung his leg over the seat and stepped off, walking over to his friends.
"Tony, while it's still light, build a fire. You two look through your gear and find some things that will come in handy. This bitch doesn't seem to care what we do, so we'll do it all. Just like that one back in Jersey. Remember her?"
"Yea."
"Who could forget her?"
"Right. So move it. We'll spend the night here, have some fun, then split the first thing in the morning."
In a matter of minutes Tony had a small fire going, some very unusual items were placed around the fire, and Kristen patiently waited for the events to unfold as she sat on the bike, but not for long.
"We're gonna need more wood if we're planning to spend the night." Tony informed Mike as he pointed at the small supply at hand.
"Right."
Turning toward Kristen he added, "Come on, bitch, time to do some work. Get your ass off the bike and get some wood."
Kristen was beginning to think that they had forgotten about her as they settled in, so she quickly stepped off the bike and walked to Hand Slammer.
"What do you want me to do?"
"For now, collect some wood before it gets too dark, after all you wouldn't want us to stop to get wood, would ya?"
"Oh, no. Once you start, I don't want you to stop at all."
"That's what I thought. So move your ass and get some wood. Come on, I'll help ya."
They headed off into the surrounding woods, each of them picking up fallen branches as they walked.
Picking up a larger piece, he said, "Here, you can carry it."
"My hands are full."
"Tough, carry it anyway. Cradle your arms and I'll pile it on."
He waited for a bit while she readjusted her wood then put the larger one in her arms.
She was quite a sight. Torn dress, her tits hanging free and her arms full of wood.
But when she readjusted her load of wood he noticed that now her tits were resting on top of the larger piece he had insisted she carry, giving him an idea.
Bending down he picked up another big piece and put it on top of the other one. And it was no accident that her tits got caught in between the two pieces.
"You drop 'em and you're dog meat."
"Ahhh."
The combination of the weight of the wood, both above and below her boobs and the roughness of the bark was quite a sensation.
A good sensation, that fact being attested to by her drooling snatch, as she held her load of wood as again and again he put more and more into her arms until she didn't think she could hold it any longer because of the sheer weight involved.
Plus her constant shifting of the wood was beginning to rub her tits raw, making her knees weak.
"That's enough for this trip. Come on, bitch, back to the fire."
Silently she did as ordered, if one ignored her groans of pleasure as the wood scraped back and forth across her entrapped knockers as she walked back to the fire and dropped her burden as the others looked on with approval in their eyes for what Hand Slammer had made her do.
The small scrapes and scratches on her tits being obvious for all to see.
"Nice touch, Mike. How about she does some collecting in the nude? That way she could carry a few more, if you get my drift," came Tony's suggestion as he placed another log on the well established fire then looked at the gap between her legs with a wink at Mike.
"Good idea."
Turning to Kristen, he said, "Strip, bitch. And make it quick, you've got more wood to haul before the fun begins. And Tony and I will help."
Kristen had made five more trips carrying wood and each time large pieces had been placed between her legs and pressed into her crotch as she was forced to carry them that way, and each of the five times there had been a smaller piece shoved up her ass crack just for the fun of it.
By the time the men became bored with that, her breasts, inner legs and cunt were rubbed raw and her asshole was anything but soothed.
But none of them missed the other evidence- mainly her leaking snatch that got several pieces wet in the lengthy gathering process.
Exhausted after her final trip she dropped to her knees by the fire and asked for something to drink.
"Sure, bitch," came from Mike as he stood over her and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his engorged cock. "Drink this."
Well, things were finally looking up in Kristen's opinion as she eagerly reached for the tempting treat staring her in the face.
Licking her lips she brought them forward and kissed the head of his cock then slowly encased it in her mouth.
Gently she went up and down him, getting more excited by the second as in her mind she was having flashes of fantasies.
Flashes of more stringent things happening to her very willing body. Hoping to see those flashes become reality, she scraped her teeth over his tender shaft with just enough pressure to cause him slight pain.
Mike's hand slammed into the side of her head, just as it had on the table back at the diner, as he added, "Easy, bitch, or you could be in for some real trouble. Handle that with care."
Shaking the fog out of her head Kristen again brought her mouth back to his cock.
She eased it in, taking it deeper and deeper until her lips were surrounding it at the base. And as his hair tickled her nose she brought her teeth together and bit.
Not real hard, but hard enough to make him feel it.
The next thing she knew, she was laying on the ground and her ears were ringing from the blow delivered to the other side of her head.
As again she shook the fog from her head she smiled at the thought that Mike was a two fisted hitter.
"You were told to take it easy, bitch."
"Yea? Well what are you going to do about it?" Now maybe things will heat up around her, she thought as she saw Mike pull the wide leather belt out of the loops of his jeans.