Chapter 9
Prairie Dog and Mousy decided that it would be a good idea to tie Debby to a kitchen chair so that she couldn't escape while they guzzled beer and relaxed. They had to wait until Billy returned.
Billy had told them that he had to "check the situation out and see if the little girl called the cops." He had ordered them to keep an eye on Debby.
The two bikers were accustomed to taking orders. King Rat ordered them around all of the time. Moreover, King and Billy were good buddies, and they were both as tough as nails.
So they tied Debby up to a kitchen chair, which they placed in the middle of the living room. She looked pathetic, with her hands tied behind her back and her legs secured to the legs of the upright chair.
She was totally naked and she looked and felt like a real mess. Her hair was tousled, her face was covered with dry cum, and her cunt was oozing cum and cunt-juice and stale beer. She was physically and mentally exhausted. All that she wanted to do was get out of the place and go home to Iowa.
Debby vowed that she would never again run away from home. That had been the greatest mistake of her life, she decided.
The two crude bikers were getting ready to rape her again when Billy stepped through the door. Behind him walked the wicked raven-haired beauty, Rosey Redgrave.
Debby tried to force back a fear-filled cry as she caught sight of the evil duo, but a small, barely audible whimper escaped her pursed lips.
As if responding to a cue, Rosey stepped forward and stood haughtily over the frightened sixteen-year-old, who sat tied up and defenseless in the kitchen chair.
"What the fuck's your problem, bitch?" Rosey snarled between clenched teeth. "You don't look like you're too fuckin' happy to see me again. You filthy little slut!"
Debby was scared to death. This evil woman was a real sadist, and Debby knew it would be unwise to do anything that might provoke her wrath. Figuring that it was best to keep quiet and take Rosey's verbal abuse without complaining, Debby spoke not a word.
That was the wrong thing to do.
"Hey, cunt!" Rosey growled viciously. "I just spoke to you, and when I speak to people, they fucking damned-well better had answer me."
Rosey's fist hit the helpless girl so hard and fast that Debby never even saw the blow. But she felt it! The whole side of her face puffed up and her teeth and gums became numb from Rosey's punch.
"Ouch!" Debby shrieked as the blow hit her and jarred her head back.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" the cruel woman rasped. "If you make any more noise, I'm gonna make you lick my asshole again. You wouldn't like to lick my asshole again now, would you?"
Debby shook her head and whispered, "No." She definitely didn't want to be subjected to licking Rosey's asshole again.
She shuddered at the obscene and humiliating memories of what she had endured the last time Rosey got a hold of her.
"You watch her, Rosey," Billy instructed. "I'm going into the bedroom to talk to Mousy and Prairie Dog. We gotta figure out a place to hide the little wench until we're sure the cops aren't looking for us. I don't think she called the cops, but I want to be sure. I'm not takin' any chances on going to jail for the little cunt."
"Okay," Rosey quickly responded. "You guys go right ahead. I'll watch her closely."
The three men walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
Rosey stared into Debby's tear-streaked face. "My, but you look like shit, darling," the woman said.
Debby did look pretty bad. Moreover, her face was contorted with misery and pain -and fear.
Rosey's fierce-looking eyes lit on Debby's firm upthrust tits, and she stared at them with an evil glint and a wicked leer. Reaching forward, she grabbed one of the girl's tender nipples and began to squeeze it between her fingers. Debby flinched as the wicked woman pinched her nipple cruelly and raked her long fingernails across her tit.
She tried to hold back tears, but the pain and degradation of being tortured by Rosey Redgrave was more than she could stand. She sobbed softly and cried uncontrollably.
"What's the matter with you, bitch?" the woman demanded. "I'm not good enough to play with your little titties, is that it?"
"You're hurting me," Debby whimpered.
"No shit," Rosey replied. "You're a goddamned genius, you know that, cunt?"
"Please don't hurt me any more," Debby answered. "I just can't take much more. Please don't hurt me!"
Rosey's answer came in the form of a hard smack across Debby's tit. Then the woman smacked the girl's other tit.
The wretched girl struggled to escape the woman's blows, but she was bound hand and foot. She could barely move at all.
The cruel woman laughed loudly as she watched Debby writhe about in the chair.
Suddenly, she reached forward and kicked over the chair in which Debby was bound.
Debby fell backwards, her head hitting the floor with a loud thump. She saw stars, and for an instant, visions of her home in Iowa flashed through her mind. Visions of fishing in the pond and going to the small-town teen-center to dance and flirt with boys her own age.
Visions of her high school friends and her big brother, Butch.
When Rosey Redgrave stepped forward and ground the sole of her foot into Debby's upturned face, the sixteen-year-old quickly came to her senses. She tried to turn her head away, to escape the degradation of being ground under the sole of the evil woman's boot.
But Rosey pressed her foot down hard into the girl's face, cruelly and sadistically grinding it into Debby's lips.
"Lick the dust off of my boot, you little slut!" the evil woman demanded. "Lick it, or I'll kick the living shit out of your tits!"
The helpless little girl reluctantly obeyed. She lapped the dust from Rosey Redgrave's boots.
Rosey laughed demonically as she stared closely at the wretched girl who lapped at her boot soles.
"That's right where you belong, you little slut," the woman hissed. "Licking my boots.
Maybe I'll keep you around to lick my boots whenever they get dirty. And to lick my asshole whenever I get horny!"
Although she was repulsed by being forced to lick the raven-haired beauty's boots, Debby continued to lap at the woman's boot soles with her tongue. She felt that it would be better to submit to Rosey's crude demands than to have her kicking her ripe, young tits.
"What the fuck are you doing to her?" Billy shouted as he dashed back into the living room. Mousy and Prairie Dog followed close behind, their eyes wide with interest and excitement.
"N-nothing, Billy," Rosey stammered as Billy approached her with fire in his eyes.
"You asshole!" he shouted as he slapped Rosey and shoved her to the floor. "You fucking sadistic pig! We're worried shitless that the little bitch is going to report us to the cops, and you are out here kicking her around like a goddamned pervert!"
He reached down and punched her with a closed fist, and she lay sprawled out on the floor. Then he kicked her in the side.
"How do you like getting kicked around, you filthy fucking sadistic slut?" he shouted as he kicked her again, "I didn't mean it, Billy. Honest, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I didn't hurt her. Honest, Billy. Trust me!" she responded in an urgent plea.
"Fuck you, Rosey!" he screamed. "Get your whore-ass off the floor and get the fuck out of here. You aren't fit to live with human beings. You're a sadistic bitch, and I don't want anything more to do with you. You hurt this little girl. She never did anything to you, but just because she's helpless and far from home, you have to take advantage of her."
"Okay," Rosey replied meekly as she picked herself up from the floor. "Okay, I'm leaving."
She walked toward the door, and as she opened it to leave, she shouted in defiance, "I'm leaving, Billy! And I'm going straight to the cops, you bastard!"
With that, she dashed out the door.
"Stop her!" Billy yelled to the two bikers.
They stumbled and fell all over themselves in an effort to reach the door.
"Fuck!" Billy cursed. "You assholes can't do anything right. She'll be talking to the cops any minute now. We're in a real shitload of trouble now. Let's get the fuck outta here!" He knelt and began to untie Debby's bonds.
Just then, the door opened again, and in walked Rosey. Her face was contorted and she was sobbing. Her arms were strangely pulled behind her back. Right behind her, holding her arms in a firm grip, was King Rat.
"Let go of me, King," Rosey pleaded.
"Well, goddamn!" Prairie Dog said. "Look what the King dragged in."
They all laughed loudly at Prairie Dog's little joke. Then all eyes turned to Billy, who said, "Rosey can take Debby's place. Tie her up in the seat of honor, boys. I'm taking this little girl out. She's put up with enough shit from all of us. It's time she found out what California life is really like. What do you say, Debby?" he asked as he turned and looked at the girl with loving eyes.
"Oh, thank you, Billy," she replied as she ran forward and fell into his open arms. "Can I put some clothes on and fix myself up a little bit, first?"
"Sure, darling. You take your time, and when you're ready, you and I will go out. I'm going to buy you a drink, baby. Then if you want to go home, I'll buy you a plane ticket and you can get out of here."
Feeling sure and happy for the first time since she had run away from her home in Iowa, Debby dashed into the bathroom to fix herself up.
Finally, she thought, finally, she had found a nice man. A man who would treat her kindly.
She really trusted Billy. Of all the people she had met since she had arrived in California, Billy was the nicest, most decent person. She did not care too much for his friends, but that didn't matter. Billy was a nice man.
As she combed her hair and put clothes on, she heard Rosey screaming in the living room. King, Mousy, Prairie Dog and Billy were slapping her. And from the sounds that Debby heard, they were also raping the sadistic bitch.
Debby smiled with satisfaction when she heard Rosey Redgrave scream and beg for mercy.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, looking all clean and well-groomed, and dressed in King's jeans and sweatshirt, she saw Rosey. The sight was shocking!
Rosey was tied up in the kitchen chair. Mousy was reaming her cunt with the same beer bottle that he had used to fuck Debby's pussy. Prairie Dog straddled the woman's face, and she was sucking his cock. King was pinching Rosey's nipples. Billy sat in the corner on the couch, legs crossed watching the depraved scene with a big smile on his face.
Debby was happy that Billy wasn't participating in the lewd behavior. She liked Billy, and even though his friends were crude and nasty, Billy seemed to be a basically decent person. He just fell in with the wrong crowd, she thought.
When she stepped into the living room, Billy quickly stood up and grasped Debby's hand.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he said as he led her to the door. "Rosey deserves whatever she gets.
She's a real sadistic bitch."
"B-but," Debby stammered. "Aren't you and Rosey friends?" she asked.
"No! We used to be friends. But that was a real mistake. I don't give a flying fuck about her any more. Believe me. I don't care if those guys rape the shit out of her. Hell, they can kill her for all I care. She'd be better off dead, anyway. Then, she wouldn't be able to hurt little girls like you."
"Whatever you say, Billy," Debby said as they walked out the door.
As Billy closed the door behind them, Debby heard Rosey screaming and shouting obscenities.
Debby hated to admit it, but hearing Rosey Redgrave scream made her feel good all over.
She kissed Billy on the cheek and, holding hands, they walked briskly down the street.