Chapter 2
There was a vote in the clubhouse whether or not Pricilla should become a member of the gang. Willie the Weasel didn't want her at all. He hated her because of the bad names that she had called him, and the bad things that she had said to him. But Richard assured the Weasel that it was all in the past and that from now on she would act more respectful towards him.
"I don't know," said the Weasel. "I don't trust that bitch. It's no good to trust a woman. They'll turn on you all the time. Just when you think that they're in love with you, they stab a dagger in your heart."
Willie the Weasel was a thin, short boy of twenty. He coughed a lot, and his arms were covered over with tattoos. Of all the members of the gang, he was the cruelest. He was especially known for his cruelty with women and with animals. He liked to tie women up and whip them with chains and belt buckles, until they were all covered with welts.
Across Willie's right cheek there was a long, red scar that he had gotten during a fight at a bar. It was rumored that he had killed two people in the fight, and that he had escaped with a long cut on his face. He always carried a dagger under his jacket, and nobody started anything with him. He had a very, very short fuse.
"I say that we vote her out," said the Weasel. "I never did like that bitch. She thinks that she's smarter than the rest of us."
"I only think that I'm smarter than you," laughed Pricilla. "I don't think that I'm smarter than Richard. I know that he's smarter than me in every way. But as far as you're concerned, you're just a weasel. I can't stand to look at you. You're the most repulsive creature that I've ever seen."
"Stop it," commanded Richard.
Pricilla was silent. Willie the Weasel was red all over. If it wasn't for the fact that Richard was in the room, he would have punched the bitch in the mouth. All sorts of ideas were going through his head. He wanted to strip her naked and whip her cunt until she screamed at the top of her lungs. He wanted to take out his dagger from his breast pocket and flay her alive. He wanted to cut her up, piece by piece.
But he saw that Richard was with her, and he didn't want to tangle with Richard. The only person that he was afraid of was Richard. Inside he seethed, as he tried to control his anger. He banged his fist against the wooden table top, again and again, sublimating the glowing hatred that burned in his heart.
"I don't like her," said the Weasel. "If she joins the gang then she's going to cause trouble between us. She's going to make us break up."
"Yeah," said the Philadelphia kid. "She's a real bitch. She used to call us names all the time, when we were sitting on the porch, minding our own business. I don't like the way she looks at us. She thinks that we're just a bunch of bums. We don't need that kind of hassle from a bitch. I say that we tell her to get the fuck out of here."
"Wait a second," said Richard. "I'm still the leader of this pack. I say that she stays. She happens to be my girl. I'll be responsible for her. If she gets out of hand, I'll know how to deal with her. I'll whip her ass until it's black and blue. She's plenty scared of me. She'll do exactly as I tell her."
"What happens if you're wrong?" asked the
Weasel. "What happens if she keeps insulting us? What happens if she keeps calling us names. What do we do then?"
"I don't know," said Richard. "What do you suggest?"
"I suggest that she be punished," said the Weasel, smiling through his black and gritty teeth. "You know how we take care of bitches who think that they're real hot. We show them that they're just another heap of shit."
"All right," said Richard. "If she gets out of hand, then you can do with her as you please. I won't stop you. If you guys want to gang bang her, then you can. I'm not very particular. But just give her a chance."
The rest of the gang members nodded their approval in summary fashion. Pricilla was thus accepted into the gang unanimously.
For the first couple of weeks, everything seemed to go all right. She stuck to her word and she didn't hassle any of the gang members. But finally, she was getting bored with her position. It seems that Richard wasn't paying enough attention to her. He was more interested in his motorcycle and the affairs of the club, than he was in her own well being.
"What's the matter with me?" Pricilla asked him one evening, when the two of them were sitting out on the stoop. "You don't love me anymore."
"Sure I love you," Richard had said to her. "Then why don't you show it?" she asked. "You leave me all by myself while you and the guys are away on the road . I can get very, very lonely. My cunt is hot."
"Than you had better cool it off," replied Richard.
"But that's easier said than done," smiled the girl. "If you don't start paying more attention to me, then I'm going to find someone who does. After all, what the hell do I need with a mug like you?"
"Shut up bitch," said Richard. "If you don't learn to watch your language, you might get yourself into a heap of hot water. The Weasel is just waiting for you to step out of line. He's got it in for you. He wants to cut you up and throw the pieces to the sharks. How would you like that?"
"That's gruesome," said Pricilla, gritting her teeth. "He's a perverted bastard. I hate him."
"And he hates you," said Richard. "So you had better watch your step. Stop complaining so much."
Pricilla didn't know how to keep quiet. All of her life she had spoken her mind. Even though she was in the company of these horrible bikers, she couldn't refrain from insulting them and teasing them.
"Hi there, asshole," she would say whenever the Philadelphia Kid would walk by. He was a tall, lanky boy of eighteen, with a sparse growth of hair on his chin. He was thin, and he spoke in a halting, disinterested tone of voice. Although he was not a bad sort, Pricilla had a way of getting on his nerves. For instance, she would rub her breasts whenever he walked by, just to make him horny. Sometimes she would lift up her skirt, and rub her thighs in his presence.
"You like my cunt?" she would say. "Would you like to fuck me Kid?"
"Leave me alone," Philadelphia would say. "Stop bothering me."
"What's the matter?" Pricilla would ask, as she pulled up her sweater to expose her naked breasts. "Don't you like my titties? Wouldn't you like to feel them up? Wouldn't you like to feel me up?"
"You're Richard's girl," Philadelphia would say. "I'm not supposed to mess around with you. He would get very angry with me if he caught me fooling around with you."
"Fuck him," Pricilla would say. "Who the hell is he anyway? He's just like the rest of you. Why should he be the leader while you pack rats do all the work? That isn't fair, is it?"
"Oh, leave me alone," Philadelphia would say. "He's smarter than we are, and he's been a very good leader. He takes care of all of us, and he makes sure that we all get a fair shake."
"Sure he does," laughed Pricilla. "He makes sure that you guys get a fair shake, just as long as it serves his own interests. But he's the one who gets the fairest shake of all. I know, because I sleep with him. He talks in his sleep and he always talks about what a bunch of fools you guys are. He's taking you guys for a ride, and you don't even know that he's got you on the boat. How is that for a laugh. It's so funny that it busts me up."
The Philadelphia Kid didn't believe what Pricilla was saying and he walked away from her angrily. But she wouldn't leave him alone. She kept provoking him. She kept telling him that Richard was a thief and a cheat and a liar. She said that he was stealing club funds and keeping them in his own private bank account.
She used the same line with the other members of the gang. She would get them one by one and she would fill their ears with lies. To some of them, she would offer her body. She would rub her breasts in their faces, and she would grab hold of their cocks and play with them.
Once, when she was alone with Robert the Whale, in the garage, where the gang kept their motorcycles, she started to dance and twist just like a little gutter tramp. She was wearing only a pair of thin silk hot pants, and a brown top, with no brassiere underneath. Her large oval breasts were soft and firm, pressing against the flimsy, see-through blouse. Her nipples stiffened and peaked delightfully.
Robert the Whale was the biggest, fattest member of the Daredevils. He weighted over four hundred pounds, and he needed an extra big, extra heavy motorcycle to carry his weight. For breakfast he would consume two dozen eggs, and over a pound of bacon and ham. He was always hungry, and wherever he went he carried around a bag of peanuts, and a package of licorice to suck on. His sexual prowess was legendary, and Pricilla had always wondered if he was as good as she had heard.
"Hey big boy," Pricilla said to him. "Do you think that I'm cute?"
"Sure, you're all right," replied the Whale.
"Would you like to fuck me?" smiled Pricilla, rolling up her brown top, exposing her breasts to Robert's insistent gaze.
"Hey, that isn't right," said Robert the Whale. "You're Richard's girl. You shouldn't be messing around like that."
Pricilla ignored his warning. She snuggled up to him, and she rubbed her breasts against his arms. She kissed him on his fat chin, reaching down with her hands to his fly. She started to pull down his fly, when suddenly the door to the garage opened up. Richard and the Weasel, and two of the other gang members were standing in front of her.
Pricilla was frozen in her tracks. She didn't know what to say. She was sitting on Robert the Whale's lap, with her see through brown top rolled up, so that her breasts were naked and exposed. Her hand was at Robert's fly, fondling his cock. She gripped it with all of her might, and somehow, she couldn't release it.
"What's going on here?" said Richard.
Pricilla tried to speak, but the words would not come out of her mouth. She was gripped by a mortal fear. She wanted to get up and run away. She knew that the day of reckoning was coming. She had deliberately slandered Richard. She had deliberately tried to make a fool of him. She had messed around with all of the members of the gang, just to provoke him. She didn't know why she had acted so recklessly. Maybe it was an insane desire for self-destruction? Maybe she was a masochist at heart? Maybe she wanted Richard to catch her so that he would beat her and punish her?
"After all," she thought to herself, "That's what attracted me to him in the first place. The reason that I became his girl was because he was such a cruel bastard. I like the way he used to beat me. I love to be beaten. It gives me sexual pleasure. It thrills me to the marrow."
All these thoughts revolved in Pricilla's brain, as she stared at Richard and the other gang members who were standing in the doorway of the garage, with their arms at their sides. They looked like a bunch of Nazi storm troopers, dressed in leather pants and leather jackets and leather boots and caps. Their eyes were cold and impregnable.
"I can explain it all," said Pricilla suddenly, finding her voice. "I know that this looks bad, but I can explain it."
"Go ahead," said Richard. "We're waiting."
"I'll do it in private," replied Pricilla. "Send those henchmen away. I don't like the way the Weasel is looking at my body. He looks like he wants to eat me alive. Tell him to go away, and I'll explain everything to you."
"Nope," said Richard simply. "He stays, and so do the other fellows. You can tell them what happened. I'm sure that they would be interested to know."
"Yeah," said the Weasel. "I would be very interested to know how your blouse got all rolled up like that. And I would also be interested to know how your hand got into Robert's pants."
Pricilla, who was still sitting on Robert the Whale's lap, and who was still holding on to his long cock, suddenly let go of it. She got up off his lap, and she rolled down her brown top, covering her naked breasts.
"It's very easy to explain this," she said. "He tried to rape me. I was in here, looking at the bikes, when suddenly he sneaked up behind me and he grabbed hold of me. He said that he would kill me if I didn't give in to him. I didn't want to have anything to do with the big ox. He's so ugly, and he stinks just like a pig. But what could I possibly do if he was standing there, with his hands around my throat? Look at his finger marks on my neck. What choice did I have, I ask you? He threatened to strangle me and dump my body into the river."
The Weasel rolled himself a cigarette and lit it up. He wasn't very impressed by Pricilla's story. He yawned loudly, in an insulting manner.
"You know bitch," he said, "I think that you're lying."
"Richard, are you going to let that bastard call me a liar," screamed Pricilla. "If you were a real man, you would knock his teeth out. You would punch him in the mouth and teach him a lesson. How dare he call me names? I happen to be a lady, and he's just an ugly bear."
"Shut up," said Richard. "I know the kind of lady that you happen to be. You're a bitch. You're no better than a gutter tramp. You're a fucking whore."
Pricilla started to cry. The tears that rolled across her cheeks were honest and sincere. She had learned, when she was still a little girl, that she could get her own way if she cried. She thought that it would work with Richard. She couldn't have been more wrong. He walked over to her and he socked her in her mouth, so that she went flying across the garage, landing in a pile of grease.
"Why the hell did you do that?" she asked, picking herself up. "I don't deserve to be treated like that. I happen to be a nice girl. You're a fool to believe all those slanderous remarks concerning me. You know that I love you and that I would never cheat on you."
"That's a-likely story," laughed Richard. "I know what's going on. I know about the things you've been saying behind my back."
"It's a lie," screamed Pricilla. "I tell you, it's all a lie, The Weasel made it all up because he's out to get me. He wanted to destroy me. He's wanted to destroy me from the beginning. Are you blind, or something?"
"Sure I've been blind," said Richard. "I thought that I could trust you. I thought that I could trust a woman. But now I know that I was wrong."
"No, you can trust me . . . . " said Pricilla, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She was desperate. She didn't know what to do. Unless she talked her way out of these accusations, she knew that she would be in a heap of terrible trouble.
"It's a lie," she screamed once again. "I tell you, it's all a terrible lie."
"No," said Richard. "You're the one who is lying. You're the one who has been saying that I'm a crook and that I've been short changing the guys in the gang. Isn't that what you were saying to the Philadelphia Kid just the other day? He told me all about it. You were shaking your little fanny in his face and you asked him if he wanted to go to bed with you."
"No...."
"Why did you do it?" asked Richard. "Why the hell did you do it to me? You knew that I would eventually find out about it. You knew that I would eventually pay you back for everything. Do you like to commit suicide? Do you like getting beat up? I mean, I have no other choice now. I've got to teach you a lesson or the other guys in the gang are just going to laugh in my face. That wouldn't be very nice, would it?"
Richard walked up to Pricilla, who was standing and shaking like a leaf, near one of the motorcycles in the garage. He lifted his knee and kicked her in her belly. Then he slapped her again and again across her face, so that blood was beginning to run from a cut in her lip.
"You bastard," said Pricilla. She was screaming like a wild bitch. The harder he hit her, the louder she screamed. She leaped at him like a tigress and she clawed his face with her nails. She hit him back with all of her strength. She kicked him in the shins and she got him once in his balls.
"Ahhhhh . . . " cried Richard, doubling over. "You fucking cunt."
"Drop dead," shouted Pricilla. She didn't care anymore. She was no longer afraid of these bike mobsters. She would tell them the truth. She would confess everything to them.
"You're a disgusting bunch of swine," she said. "I never could stand any of you. You guys make me sick to my stomach. I could puke every time that you come near me."
"I see," said Richard, who had recovered by now from her low blow. "Now I understand. Well, you had your fun. Now you've got to face the music. Believe me, it's not going to be a joy ride. Remember once, when I told you that if you stepped out of line I was going to make you wish that you were never born."
"I don't give a shit what the fuck you said," screamed Pricilla. "You're just a ass, and you'll never amount to anything. How long do you think that you're going to stay young? It won't be very long. Soon you'll grow old and fat, and you'll live in a steamy two room apartment with roaches and rats climbing up your nose. You won't have two cents to your name, and you'll rot away in your own filth and stink."
"Not me," said Richard. "I'm never going to grow old. I'm going to die with my boots on, riding my bike. If I'm too old to ride, then I'll be too old to live. Dig?? ? "
"Ha.. . " laughed Pricilla contemptuously. "All you bums talk big. But what does talk amount to? It doesn't amount to a hill of beans. You'll get old all right and you'll stink like a corpse."
Richard saw that there was no point in talking to her. She was talking wildly. She was talking hysterically. Saliva was dribbling down the side of her mouth. Blood was caked on her lips, where she had been cut. Her long, blonde hair was flying in disarray. Her hands were dirty, and her hot pants and brown top were ripped in places.
"It's a shame," he said. "You know, you look real good. You've got a beautiful body. You've got one hell of a good looking body."
"Yeah," smiled the Weasel. "I can't wait till I sink my fingers into her titties. She's got the softest, warmest titties in the whole world."
Two of the gang members immediately grabbed hold of Pricilla's arms and dragged her out into the street, to the gang's headquarters, which was about half a block away. She struggled and screamed, but no one would come to her rescue. Even the policeman on the beat turned away. He knew that Pricilla was a trouble-maker. He had seen lots of girls like her, who tried to mess around with motorcycle freaks. Usually they ended up getting their asses busted. It was only what they deserved.
Pricilla recognized the helplessness of her situation. Absolutely no one would come to save her. It was as though she was living in the jungle, in the midst of savages. No one cared enough to stick their necks out.
"Cowards," she screamed. "They're going to rape me. Why don't you come and help me?"
Her screaming was to no avail. She was dragged down the street, and up the stairs to the clubhouse of the Daredevils. The doors were locked and bolted, and all fifteen members of the gang were called together to sit in judgment. The evidence was pretty cut and dried.
'The girl is a bitch," said the Weasel, as he summarized the evidence. "She has been causing trouble among us. She keeps calling us names and she doesn't have respect for any of us. She's a whore, and she's made passes at everyone, even though she's Richard's girl. I say that we burn her ass so that she can't sit down for a month. All those who say aye, raise your fists."
The Philadelphia Kid was the first to raise his fist, saying, "Aye . . . . "
Robert the Whale followed suit. "Aye...."
"Aye...."
"Aye...."
The vote was unanimous. Pricilla was found guilty and she had to be punished. It was gang bang time again. All the guys were feeling real good. They took off their shirts and unbuttoned their pants, in anticipation of the sweet moment of truth.
The Weasel smiled to himself. He walked over to Pricilla and he ripped off her blouse, cutting it to pieces with his dagger. Then he pulled off her hot pants. He grabbed hold of her panties and with one swift motion he ripped them to pieces. Now Pricilla was completely naked. She was shivering all over, like a wild beast in captivity. She jumped, flinging her breasts high in the air, trying to escape.
She made it all the way to the door, but she couldn't get out because it was locked. She scratched at the chains, trying to pull them open. But she was too nervous. She was shaking and shivering all over.
"Where do you think that you're going baby?" asked the Weasel.
"Leave me alone," screamed Pricilla.
The Weasel walked over to her, grabbing her around the waist. He picked her up like a sack of grain and he threw her over his shoulders, carrying her to the center of the room. The
Weasel could feel her naked breasts, warm and trembling and he ached all over with desire. He wanted to fuck her, and he could feel his cock getting hard inside of his pants.
"But first I'll teach you a lesson," he said, as he tied her hands behind her back.
Willie the Weasel was cruel and ruthless. The other gang members were sitting around, opening up cans of beer, preparing to drink. It was like a Roman circus at the clubhouse. The atmosphere was happy and jovial. Even Richard was having a good time. It didn't matter to him that Pricilla was the center of all the action. He had absolutely no sympathy for her. Why should he? She had betrayed him, he reasoned, and she would only be getting what the hell she deserved. She was a bad bitch, and he should have listened to the other guys. He should never have taken up with her in the first place.
The Weasel started pinching Pricilla's breasts. He unbuckled his pants and let them drop. Then he stripped off his underwear, so that his genitals were exposed. He had an average sized penis, and it was stiff and erect. Pricilla stared at it, and she started to laugh.
"You're a real shrimp," she said mockingly. The other guys in the club heard her words and they laughed involuntarily. Pricilla continued to make fun of his masculinity.
"Are you sure that you're a man?" she asked, with her hands tied behind her back. "You look more like a little boy. You don't look like a man, that's for sure," she laughed.
"You'd better shut up," said the Weasel, trying to threaten her with tough words.
"Why should I?" laughed Pricilla, enjoying her position with the Weasel even if it placed her in danger.
"Because when I fuck you, you're going to be sorry you ever said anything like that to me. I'm going to give you the fucking of your damned life, bitch."
Pricilla just laughed. What else could she do when faced with a man who had a penis the size of a button? She couldn't very well quake with fear, that was certain.
"Why don't you ask one of your buddies to help me?" she asked the Weasel, motioning to some of the guys who were standing in the back of the room.
"I don't need their help," hissed the Weasel softly, trying to avoid being heard by the other guys.
"What'd you say?" said Pricilla loudly. "Are you kidding me? You don't need help? If you don't need help, with that little prick, I don't know who does!"
The laughter grew involuntarily, and the guys in the back couldn't repress their amusement when they watched how skillfully Pricilla went about humiliating the Weasel.
"Hey!" somebody yelled from the back. "Hey, Weasel, why don't you just give it to her already-we're tired of waiting."
"Go ahead, Weasel," she said, "you don't look like you can make me feel it. I probably wouldn't know that you were inside me if you fucked me."
"You better shut up," said the Weasel, who was getting angrier by the minute.
"Why should I shut up, pipsqueak?" Priscilla enjoyed degrading men, and she was able to find their sore spots with great ease. She knew just what to say in order to have a man down on his knees.
"You're an impotent rat," she snarled. "I had you pegged from the beginning. Your cock is as thin as a pencil and as long as my smallest finger. Look at your balls, they look like two small peas. You're not a man. You could never satisfy a healthy woman."
By this time, and as a result of this verbal abuse, Willie the Weasel had already lost his erection, which was cause for further laughter around the clubhouse. He was getting very, very mad. Suddenly without any warning, he knocked Pricilla to the floor with a tremendous shove. She looked up at him, dazed and furious.
The Weasel jumped down on her on straddled her head, his nude legs pinning her to the floor. He glared down at her, mocking her as she tried to free herself. He ground his buttocks against her fleshy white breasts, bouncing up and down as she begged for release. She was helpless, her hands tied under her and the Weasel's body pressing on her, his limp cock dangling down over her face.
"Go ahead, Weasel, let's get on with it," someone yelled from the back. "Let her have it."
"Open up," he yelled, still furious.
"That's it, Weasel," came from the voice from the back. "Fix her good."
The Weasel let his cock grow to full size, losing his anger as he smiled mockingly down at the helpless girl.
She let out a scream as he took his cock in one hand and pointed it down toward her mouth. He choked off the scream by ramming his tool into the warm inside of her mouth, swinging it around against the hard warm bones of her palate and the soft wetness of her tongue.
She gasped for air as he began to thrust deeper, down through her mouth into her throat. He pumped in and out, driving his cock deep and then withdrawing it until his swollen head caressed her wet lips. Then he thrust again, each time feeling his come rise further through his body and into his hard cock, wet with her saliva.
He continued to pump until he felt the come rise into his cock and swell it to full size, about to spurt into her throat. Then he withdrew quickly, letting his cock throb over her face, bulging with juice but not yet spurting.
The rest of the gang cheered for the Weasel. He had made her pay. She knew what was in store for her now.
Pricilla stared at these healthy young studs and she was flooded with a wild, uncontrollable passion. Her pussy was raw and wet. The juice was dripping out lavishly. Her clitoris tingled and throbbed in anticipation of the coming gang bang. She had never been gang banged before, but she had often fantasized to herself.
"Spread your legs," said the Weasel suddenly.
The girl spread her legs wide apart, so that her red, raw, juicy cunt was exposed to the Weasel's insistent gaze. He climbed on top of her, reaching underneath with his hands, lifting her up just a little bit. He thrust his cock into her honey pot, ramming it with all of his might. Although it was not especially big, Pricilla could feel it as it moved around inside of her cunt. She shivered and shook, wrapping herself around the Weasel's legs. He kept pushing, and her cunt kept pulling.
"Wow," he said. "You got a nice beak between your legs. It's chewing me up."
The Weasel closed his eyes as he kept banging away at her cunt. Ever since the first time that he had seen her, he knew that it would be like this. She was a real woman. She had the deepest, wettest hole that he had ever been inside of. He liked the way her titties felt, and he went crazy as she moved around underneath him.
"Ahhhhh--" he cried. "I'm shooting sperm! I'm shooting sperm!!" of licorice into his mouth.
The last one to get her was Richard, by the time he fucked her she had been through the mill. There was no feeling left in her cunt. She was dazed and exhausted. She had fainted twice and had to be revived with water.
"Well," said Richard. "Now it's my turn. You don't look so happy to see me."
He laughed in her face, then climbed on top of her and rammed his cock into her cunt and fucked her until she was silly in the head.
When it was all over, he wanted to spit on her. He glared at her mockingly and laughed. The other members followed suit, surrounding her and teasing her until she wanted to cry. She felt dirty and cheap, and wanted to run and hide her head somewhere. She had never been so degraded. It was as if she was in the middle of a huge mocking crowd that wanted to see her die. She closed her eyes to their jeering faces and could imagine a wild mob, laughing and kicking at her and spitting and pissing all over her.
"Get up," said Richard. "You get the hell out of here and I don't ever want to see your face again. If I catch you in this neighborhood, I intend to cut you up into little pieces and feed you to the dogs."
Pricilla wasn't even allowed to put on her clothes, which were torn to shreds. She was shoved outside, completely naked. It was bout six o'clock in the afternoon, and there were people in the streets. She tried to hide her crush her to death if he ever climbed on top of her.
"But what a way to go," she said to herself. "Look at his cock. It's bigger than a fire hose. It's long, and round and hard. I wonder how that would feel inside of me? He would probably tear me apart."
Pricilla was trembling all over as the Whale walked over to her. He picked her up and he started to kiss her. He sunk his teeth into her breasts, and bit them delightfully. He opened up his mouth and he swallowed her mammaries, as though they were two round, sweet apples. He chewed on her nipples with his teeth, licking them with his long, mammoth tongue.
"Ohhhh . . . " cried Pricilla. "I can't stand this. You're driving me crazy."
Robert the Whale reached for her ass with his thick, swollen fingers. He squeezed her buttocks and he scratched at them, and he massaged them. He was a very rough lover and he didn't care at all that he was hurting Pricilla. He hugged her in his two fat hands, nearly choking her to death. Finally, he dragged her down to the floor and he climbed on top of her. He pushed his knees between her thighs and he made her spread her legs apart.
"Good . . . " he said. 'That's a real good bitch."
Pricilla arched her back ever so slightly, and Robert the Whale rammed his battering ram into her cunt. It felt like a tree as it struck her womb. She went absolutely insane. She had never been fucked by anyone with these gigantic proportions. She thought that he would rip her apart. She felt as though he was going to tear out her very insides.
"Owwwwwww.. . " she screamed.
"Does that hurt?" asked the Whale.
"Yes," replied Pricilla. "Please take it easy. You're going to kill me."
"Don't worry bitch," said the Whale. "You've got a nice, tight little cunt hole. I love girls who are tight inside. It makes me feel real good."
When the Whale finally ejaculated, after five minutes of pounding away at Pricilla's cunt, his whole body was covered with sweat. Pricilla thought that she was going to die, underneath all of his weight. He was as heavy as a bear. He was crushing her ribs.
"Ahhhhh . . . " the Whale screamed, as the hot scum came barreling out of his cock. He emptied himself out, and he pulled out.
'Thank you little lady," he said, wiping the sweat off of his brow. "It was a real pleasure doing business with you. You really know how to fuck. I never screwed anyone who gave me suck a good time."
"Drop dead," snarled Pricilla. "You're a big, fat bastard."
The Whale turned around and kicked her in the belly.
"You never learn," he said, popping a piece of licorice into his mouth.
The last one to get her was Richard, by the time he fucked her she had been through the mill. There was no feeling left in her cunt. She was dazed and exhausted. She had fainted twice and had to be revived with water.
"Well," said Richard. "Now it's my turn. You don't look so happy to see me."
He laughed in her face, then climbed on top of her and rammed his cock into her cunt and fucked her until she was silly in the head.
When it was all over, he wanted to spit on her. He glared at her mockingly and laughed. The other members followed suit, surrounding her and teasing her until she wanted to cry. She felt dirty and cheap, and wanted to run and hide her head somewhere. She had never been so degraded. It was as if she was in the middle of a huge mocking crowd that wanted to see her die. She closed her eyes to their jeering faces and could imagine a wild mob.
"Those damn motorcycle freaks. They gang-banged me and made me feel like dirt. I'll get even with them. I swear I'll make them pay for this."
"Take it easy honey," said Josephine. "You better forget all about it. It doesn't pay to mess with them."
Priscilla took a sip of cold water. "No," she said, "I'll never forget this. I'll make them pay, if it takes me the rest of my life. I'll make each and every one of them pay for insulting me like that." breasts and her cunt with her hands. But she couldn't. She felt like a freak. Her hair was in disarray, and her entire body was covered with bruises.
"Someone help me," she screamed. "Please, someone help me. Look at what those bastards did to me."
Nobody listened, as Pricilla walked around in the street, completely naked. A couple of men stared at her and smiled to themselves, slapping their thighs. But no one came to see what was the matter.
Pricilla started to cry, running down the block, to her old apartment, where she had lived with a girlfriend, before she had become Richard's friend. She climbed up the stairs, and knocked on the door. Josephine, her old roommate, opened up for her.
"Hey, what's the mater?" said Josephine. "You look like a mess. Come in and he down."
Pricilla gritted her teeth. "They did this to me, the bastards."
"Who?" asked Josephine. She was horrified at the condition of her friend, who was bruised and bloody all over, and barely able to speak.
"Those damn motorcycle freaks. They gang-banged me and made me feel like dirt. I'll get even with them. I swear I'll make them pay for this."
"Take it easy honey," said Josephine. "You better forget all about it. It doesn't pay to mess with them."
Pricilla took a sip of cold water. "No," she said, "I'll never forget this. I'll make them pay, if it takes me the rest of my life. I'll make each and every one of them pay for insulting me like that."