Chapter 4
Debby heard loud laughing and shouting in the distance. There was a great din as big Harley-Davidson motorcycles roared.
The Rats were having a great time. They were clowning around, racing their bikes, wrestling in the sand, guzzling bottles of beer and cracking lewd jokes.
Glancing down at her ankles, Debby saw that she was still tightly bound. Her hands no longer had any feeling in them. The circulation had been cut off by King's belt.
She wondered what would happen to her next. Then she heard King's voice sounding loud and clear above the thunderous noise.
"Let's go, guys!" he commanded. "Shut off your bikes and follow me. And bring the beer!"
Debby shook with fear as the motorcycle gang came into view. They formed a semi-circle around the naked teenager girl and stared at her with wide-open eyes.
The smallest biker, Mousy, spoke first. "Well, goddammit, King. What do we got here?
Looks like this little whore is bound to please."
The other gang members broke up laughing as they leered at the wretched sixteen-yearold girl. She was helpless. They knew it, and she knew it.
Mousy stepped forward and straddled Debby's upturned face. The littlest biker unzipped his fly and pulled out his flaccid cock.
To Debby's surprise, Mousy was a well-hung stud. He had a cock the size of a horse's prick. She was stunned as she watched him stroke his thick, long cock.
"How would you like to suck my prick?" Mousy inquired with a lewd smile pasted on his gaunt face.
Debby didn't know what to say. She was speechless with fear. And the pain from her bound wrists and ankles rendered her helpless.
"Listen here, cunt!" Mousy shouted as he reached down and pinched her tender nipple. "I asked you a question, and I fucking damned well expect an answer. Now, I ask you one more time. How would you like to suck my prick?"
He pinched her nipple cruelly and she cried out.
"Ouch! Good god!" she wailed. "Please, don't do that! It hurts like the devil! Please, don't!"
she cried.
"Well, then, answer me, bitch, or I'll twist your nipple right off of your tit!"
"I want to suck your prick. Please... please let me suck your cock," she begged.
"Since you insist," Mousy said. "I guess I'll have to let you suck my cock." He squatted on her tits and stuffed his half-hard prick into her open mouth.
His long thick cock filled her mouth and, as she began to suck his prick, it grew bigger and harder.
"Yeah, suck on my big cock, you little whore," Mousy hissed. "Suck my prick hard. Take my hard cock deep into your throat, bitch!"
Debby did her best to please the crude biker. She certainly didn't want him to squeeze her nipple again. Her nipple still ached from a few moments before. Mousy was a brutal little man and she was taking no chances. She milked his cock as he face-fucked her.
"Suck me nice and hard!" Mousy demanded as he ground his hips and pounded his big, thick prick deep into her mouth. "Oh, yeah, bitch! That's the spirit! Keep up the good work, you little slut!"
She sucked his prick deep down her throat. All that Debby wanted to do was suck Mousy's cock until he had an orgasm. Then, she thought, maybe he would leave her alone. And, maybe, she reflected, maybe the rest of King's motorcycle gang would leave her alone, too. And release her.
"Unnnngggghhhhhh! Mmmmmpppphhhhhh! Aaaggghhhh!" Mousy groaned and grunted as he pumped his thick, hard prick into her mouth.
She began to choke on his cock. His prick was pounding deep into her mouth and down her throat. His cock was so huge that Debby simply couldn't take the entire thing into her mouth. She started to gag on his massive hard-on.
"Yeah, bitch!" he rasped. "Keep it up! I'm gonna cum soon! Keep sucking my prick!"
She kept sucking. Even though his cock was choking her, she kept sucking his prick.
"Aaaggghhhhh!" he moaned as he jerked his hips and shot a thick load of jism into her mouth. His cum filled her mouth to overflowing and the thick jism spewed down her throat.
She gasped and started to choke.
"Swallow my cum, slut!" Mousy commanded. "Swallow all of my cum. Aaaggghhhh!"
Debby drank down all of his slippery jism. She milked his prick until his cock was completely spent and dry. His cock went limp in her mouth.
"That was real nice, slut," Mousy muttered as he pulled his flaccid prick from her sucking mouth. He stood up on shaky legs and staggered off to the side, then sat down on the ground. "Yeah, that was real fucking nice," he said.
Debby felt terrible. Her mouth oozed cum-juice and her throat was coated with slick jism from Mousy's cock.
She was completely debased and humiliated. She wanted to get up and run away from this awful, depraved scene. But she was bound tightly and couldn't move an inch. She cried hysterically and wondered what she would do, knowing all the time that there was absolutely nothing that she could do to extricate herself from this intolerable situation.
She would have to submit to the gross demands of this crude gang of bikers. She only hoped that they wouldn't hurt her too badly, that she would come out of this sordid experience alive.
She longed for her brother, Butch. If only Butch were here, she thought. Butch would free me. Butch would fix these biker bastards!
At that moment, Debby heard a loud whirring sound. A tall biker with long hair and a high- pitched voice was moving slowly and deliberately toward her. He carried a long metal object in his hand. It looked like a steel rod, and it was vibrating.
Debbie shook with fear. She had seen those long rods before. She remembered seeing them back on the family farm in Iowa. Her befuddled brain worked fast to remember what those menacing objects were used for.
"I don't think you should use that prod on the little bitch, Prairie Dog," said one of the bikers. "You might hurt her real bad."
"Fuck you!" shouted the tall, long-haired biker named Prairie Dog. "You ain't in charge here. If anybody's gonna stop me, it's gonna be King Rat, not you."
Prairie Dog turned and spoke to King, who stood by drinking a bottle of beer. King had a stern look on his face. He was thinking.
"Well, what do you say, King?" Prairie Dog asked the leader. "Can I use this old prod on the little bitch? Can I ream her little pussy with it?"
King thought long and hard. He had a stern look on his face. He glared straight into Debby's face.
Her pleading eyes looked back at him. She sobbed softly.
"Fuck it!" King shouted as he guzzled down half a bottle of beer. "Go ahead, Prairie Dog.
Go to it. Teach this little cunt a lesson." With that, King spun on his heels and walked away.
"Noooooo!" Debby screamed.
"Shut up, bitch!" shouted Prairie Dog as he moved closer.
The whirring sound of the long metal rod he carried grew louder. And then, Debby remembered the sound. She had heard that same sound, had seen that same menacing metal rod many times before on her father's farm. She shook with fear as she recalled what the awful implement was -a cattle prod!
"Oh, my god! Nooooooo!" she screamed.
"Get ready, slut. Because I'm about to shove this old prod right up your tight, young pussy.
I'm gonna give you the shock of your life, bitch!" Prairie Dog snorted.
The tall biker turned off the cattle prod so that it stopped whirring and couldn't shock Debby. Then he pressed the tip of the mammoth metal pipe against her clit and rubbed it around in an effort to stimulate her little nubbin.
It worked. Before long, Debby began to buck and writhe uncontrollably as the tip of the cattle prod rubbed her sensitive clit.
"Yeah, I think she likes this big old cattle prod," Prairie Dog said with a lecherous grin. "I think she'd like it even better if I shoved this big mother up her little pussy and fucked her with it!"
"Ohhhh, no, don't... don't do... that!" she stammered haltingly as the cattle prod worked on her clit.
He shoved the cattle prod between Debby's pink pussy-lips and she moaned loudly. Then he rammed it deep into her tight, wet cunt. She panted and bucked as a fire began to rage inside her young pussy. Her cunt clamped around the thick metal cattle prod.
"That's a good girl," said Prairie Dog. "Keep it up, little bitch. Get into this old prod. It'll fuck your pussy real good if you work with it." He laughed loudly.
Thick streams of cunt-nectar gushed out of her pussy and ran down her creamy young thighs. Her pussy-juice dripped onto the ground.
Prairie Dog's eyes got big as he watched Debby getting so hot and wet. He worked the big cattle prod deeper into her seething cunt.
"Goddammit, but this is one hot little wench!" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but her little pussy is taking this whole fuckin' cattle prod. She is one hot little bitch!"
"Aaaaggghhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she wailed in agony as Prairie Dog forced the prod as far as it would go into her tight, slick cunt.
Her cunt-muscles were stretched to the maximum. She thought that the prod was going to literally split her in two.
"Now, for the good part," the tall biker said as he brutally pumped the prod in and out of Debby's twat.
The prod was slicing into her pussy-walls and causing her to buck and rock her hips forward to meet its rhythmic pounding. Her cunt was twitching and shuddering in time with the movement of the cattle prod.
All of a sudden, Debby heard Prairie Dog click the starter on, and the cattle prod came to life.
Her cunt convulsed and jerked spasmodically. Her tiny young pussy was on fire. She jerked and twitched and strained against her bonds. The ropes which held her ankles tore at her tender flesh, and King's belt which bound her wrists tugged tightly against her skin.
"Aaaaiiieeee! Noooooo! Help! Somebody help!" she shrieked as the vibrating cattle prod sent wave upon wave of jolting electricity coursing through her cunt. She felt as though her pussy had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
As quickly as the cattle-prod shock had begun, it stopped. Prairie Dog had turned the button off and the whirring sound could no longer be heard.
Debby sighed with relief. Thank heavens, it was over.
"Aaaiiiieeeee!" she shrieked again as Prairie Dog turned on the terrible electric metal rod.
A wincing bolt of electricity shot through her aching pussy. The cattle prod steamed in her juicy cunt and seemed to dry up her slippery cunt-juice.
Just as fast, the cruel biker turned the prod off once again.
"Goddammit, fellas," he said, addressing the rest of the motorcycle gang. "This little bitch sure gets a jolt outta this fuckin' cattle prod. I ain't never seen a little beaver jump and jerk around so damned much. This is a hell of a lotta fun. Ain't it?"
"That's enough!" King Rat exclaimed.
King strolled casually over to where Debby was stretched out on the ground. She hoped that he would untie her and let her go. She sobbed and moaned.
"Please, let me go, King!" she gasped. "Please, I beg of you. I just can't take much more.
Please," she whimpered and looked at him with pleading, tearful eyes.
"No, I just can't do that," King replied calmly. He shook his head. "No, there simply is no way in the world that I can let you go until we get our rocks off with you, little girlie."
"Oh, god!" she gasped. "Not... not all of you."
"Yep. You guessed it, sweetheart. All of us. All six of us are going to fuck you. You never heard of 'pulling a train'?"
"No," she whimpered. "What's that mean?"
"That means getting gang-banged. Now, I'm sure that even a sweet young pussy like you knows what getting gang-banged means."
"Good god!" she rasped in a hoarse voice. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"
"Sure thing," King replied.
Prairie Dog stepped aside as the leader moved closer and pulled down his pants, revealing a mammoth cock-stand. He knelt on the ground and gripped her firm tits. He rolled them around and licked her taut nipples.
"I'm first. You guys can line up or fight among yourselves to see who gets to fuck this bitch's cunt after me. But I'm going to ram my prick right up her tight, juicy cunt. Get ready, bitch."
"Unnggghhh!" she gasped as King shoved his rock-hard prick balls-deep into her tight pussy.
"Yeah! Damn!" King exclaimed. "She is a hot little cunt, all right. Wait until you guys get to fuck her pussy. You're gonna have the time of your lives!"
Debby couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She writhed in pain and bucked and thrashed about. But she was bound and there was absolutely nothing that she could do to stop King from pumping his prick into her cunt.
And when he shot his load of jism into her pussy, there would still be five bikers left who wanted to fuck her young cunt. There was that disgusting little jerk with the giant prick named Mousy. And the tall one with long hair named Prairie Dog. They were such crude and filthy men! And there were three other bikers whose names she didn't even know. All of them would rape her.
When they were through fucking her, what would they do with her? she wondered. Would they set her free, or would they keep her captive, or would they kill her? She shook with fear and hoped that she would be spared.
King grunted and came, shooting a wad of sticky jism into her slippery cunt.
"Who's next?" he said as he rolled off her and stretched out on the ground.
"Me!" said Prairie Dog. He mounted her and shoved his hard prick into her slick pussy.