Chapter 3
They drove fast for half an hour. Then they stopped under a thicket of juniper trees by the water's edge. The mighty Pacific Ocean rolled in, filling Debby's ears with the peacefully turbulent sound of thunderous waves, crashing and licking the shoreline.
King turned off his motorcycle. Mousy pulled up alongside and leaned forward to listen to King's instructions.
"You guys go and get some beer. Be back in half an hour. No sooner. No later," he said emphatically.
Debby watched the five bikers drive off to get beer. She was with the leader of the Rats.
Even though she was frightened, she felt good knowing that she was with the leader of the motorcycle gang. He seemed like a decent man. And he was definitely in control. The other Rats followed his orders explicitly.
She climbed off of the big Harley-Davidson and stepped onto the warm sand. King led her to a secluded sand dune, took off his motorcycle jacket and spread it out for her to sit on.
She sat down.
He kissed her passionately. His tongue snaked into her mouth and she swooned. The kiss ended abruptly the moment she sighed.
"My name is King," he stated bluntly. "I don't really give a fuck what your name is, bitch. All I know is I'm gonna rape you. I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you. You wanna know why?" he asked. His eyes were dark and piercing. He looked mean and angry.
"Why?" she answered.
"Because I feel like raping you, that's why. Short and simple. I'm gonna rape you because I feel like it. And there ain't shit you can do about it."
He put his hand on hers and she drew away.
"No! Please, don't!" she wailed. "Please... please, leave me alone!" She was hysterical.
King quickly pulled off his belt. He stood and began to lash her. His leather belt slashed down on her firm tits. It snapped and fell on her nipples and tit-flesh. She writhed in agony and winced in pain. The whipping literally stripped the halter-top off of her shoulders and tits.
"Please, stop! Please!" she shouted as her eyes filled with tears.
To her surprise, King did stop whipping her tits.
"Okay, sweetheart," King said calmly. "I just wanted to let you know that I mean business, darlin'. But I ain't sure that you got the message, yet."
At that, he reached down, grabbed a firm hold on her wrists with one of his big strong hands, and wrapped his belt around her wrists. He wrapped the belt tightly, so tightly that it almost cut off the circulation in her hands.
"Wh-what are you going to do with me?" she stammered.
"Shut up, bitch!" King shouted as he smacked her hard across the mouth. The hard blow rattled her teeth. She was about to say that she was sorry when he backhanded her with another terrific blow across the mouth. For a moment, she blacked out and saw stars.
When she awakened from her brief black-out, King was dragging her by the belt which bound her wrists. He dragged her through the sand and tied her securely to a small palm.
She was afraid to say a word -afraid that he might whip or hit her some more.
"You stay put now, cunt," he hissed. "I'm not finished with you yet." With that, he dashed away.
Debby struggled to free herself, but it was impossible. She was bound tightly to the trunk of the palm tree. He had wrapped the belt tightly around her tender wrists. She soon discovered that the more she struggled to get free, the tighter the belt gripped her wrists.
She glanced at her bound wrists and gasped as she noticed that her hands and fingers were fast becoming purple. The circulation in her hands was almost completely stopped.
She was beginning to lose all feelings in her fingers and palms!
"Okay, now, you little bitch," said King in a cool, but menacing tone of voice. "Spread your legs."
Debby gasped in terror as she saw that King had returned carrying a huge knife with a blade that was easily nine inches long. He also carried two wooden stakes and a heavy rock. In his pocket was a thick piece of rope.
"Please, don't hurt me any more," she pleaded.
King's only response was to brutally grab one of her ankles and tug hard on it. He sat on her leg to hold her in place, pounded a stake deep into the ground with the rock, and tied her ankle to the stake.
"Now, little bitch," he said. "I'll tie up your other leg and you'll be ready for whatever me and my buddies decide to do to you. What do you say to that, bitch?"
"I-I'm scared, King!" she cried. Debby really was scared. She pouted and sobbed and shook with fear.
"You bet your sweet fucking ass you're scared. And you oughta be scared, because my biker friends and I play real fucking hard, especially with little wise-ass teenage pussies like you."
He tugged on her leg and tied her ankle firmly to the other stake, which he drove deeply into the ground.
She was helplessly bound -her hands held to the palm by King's belt and her legs spreadeagled and tied to two stakes. She wept uncontrollably. And she gasped in short breaths.
She felt as though she were about to pass out.
King knelt between her legs and stuck one of his thick, long fingers deep into her tight cunt. He pushed his finger knuckle-deep into her pussy-hole, and he spread her pussy-lips with his thumb. She twitched uncontrollably under his digital manipulation. The last thing that she wanted right now was to be finger-fucked by this crude biker. But she had absolutely no choice. Where could she go? What could she do to stop him? She was bound hand and foot, spread-eagled and exposed. She was totally helpless.
King's finger and thumb worked on her tight pussy. He gripped her sensitive clit and pulled the little button out of her pussv-lips. He pinched her tender clit brutally, increasing the pressure on her button until she screamed in agonized pain.
"Aaaggghhhhh!" she wailed. "Please, stop! I beg of you! Please, don't pinch my little clit. It hurts so much!"
"Fuck you, bitch!" King hissed. "I don't want to hear any more complaints from you. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," she stuttered meekly.
King released his grip on her clit, and Debby thought that he might be finished with her.
But, she was dead wrong.
Debby glanced down at King and saw the muscular biker holding his monstrous knife. The long blade gleamed in the sunshine. He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wrapped it around the threatening blade. Then he gripped the wrapped blade and moved the thick handle toward her exposed cunt.
"Well, now, darlin'," he said. "If you don't like my fingers in your nice little cunt, maybe you'll get a real kick out of having my knife stuck up your tight, young pussy.
"Noooooo!" she yelled as the thick knife-handle plunged deep into her tight cunt.
King drove the knife-handle into her tight pussy with quick, brutal movements. He reamed her cunt hard and fast. Harder and faster until, although Debby found it difficult to believe, her pussy was soaking wet with cunt-juice.
Her cunt-walls were slick with pussy-nectar, and a fierce feeling of lust welled in her tight twat. She was getting hot by this obscene and degrading scene of sexual debauchery! It was hard to believe, but it was true! Debby never would have believed it in a million years that she could get turned on by King's knife-butt which was sluicing in and out of her slick pussy.
"You love it, don't you, bitch?" King rasped.
Yeah, you're getting turned on, aren't you?"
"I-I... don't... know," she sighed. "I'm not sure what's happening."
"Well, I'm sure, bitch! Yeah, I'm damned sure, but I don't think it's time for you to get off yet," he said as he roughly pulled the knife-handle out of her hot, juice-slicked cunt. "My buddies will be back any second now, and I've got a feeling that they might just want to take advantage of this situation. You better get ready, bitch, because my friends play rough."
"Please... please don't turn me over to your friends, King," she pleaded.
But King wasn't even listening. He had stood up and started walking back to where his motorcycle was parked.
Debby was all alone. She lay there, spread-eagled on the ground. Bound hand and foot and in terrible pain! She no longer had any feeling in her hands, and her feet were fast losing all feeling, as well. King had bound her too tightly. And even if he were still there, he would never listen to her pleas for mercy. He was a brutal man -a nasty and mean biker who would never take pity on her.
Then she shuddered as she recalled that the rest of King's motorcycle gang would soon return to the secluded beach. She thought of what they might do to her, arid she cried, wondering whether she would live through this dreadful experience.
If only she hadn't run away from her nice home in Iowa. If only her beloved brother Butch were here. "Butch would show them," she muttered defiantly. "Yeah, my brother, Butch, would get these fucking nasty bikers... "