Chapter 5
It was almost dark when the six bikers finished fucking and humiliating Debby Davis.
Debby's whole body ached. Her wrists and ankles were chafed and sore. But what hurt more than anything was her pussy. Her little cunt was really sore. Her pussy-lips were ruby-red and all puffed up. Her clit was raw and sensitive to the touch. Her nipples had been sucked so hard that they ached terribly. And she had passion marks all over her ripe tits. Her pretty blonde hair was a mess.
She had been used and abused. Forced to "pull a train" for six horny motorcycle studs.
And, she had to admit, they all were studs. Every one of them had rock-hard cocks, they were all well-hung, and they all fucked the living hell out of her tender pussy until their cock-heads exploded with thick jism. Even now, Debby's pussy oozed cum-juice. Jism dribbled out of her cunt and ran down her legs.
The motorcycle gang had gone roaring away on their big Harley-Davidsons and left her tied to the palm and staked out in a spread-eagled position. She was totally exposed naked as the day she was born. She didn't know what to do next. All that she could do was weep and moan in terrified agony.
She heard the sound of an engine in the distance.
"Hey! Help! she shouted. "Rescue me! Please, help!"
She shook her head and muttered, "What the hell's the use of yelling for help. Nobody can hear me anyway. Damn, I don't even know where I am."
But she heard the engine stop. She heard a heavy car door slam. Most important, she could detect a flickering flashlight shining in the distance, and she heard a familiar voice calling out her name.
"Debby! Debby! Where are you? Are you all right? Please, answer me! I came to find you!
Debby! Answer me!"
She summoned up all of her remaining strength and shouted loudly. "I'm over here!
Please, help me!"
"Okay! I hear you!" came the man's answer. "I... I can see footprints. I'm coming! I'll help you, Debby!"
As soon as the big man came into view, Debby recognized him. It was Pete Komisky. She felt ashamed and embarrassed to be tied up, but she was ever so happy that help had arrived. And, at least she knew Pete Komisky. She didn't like the way that he had left her with the bikers when they were at the diner, but that didn't really matter now. What mattered was that help had arrived. She wouldn't have to spend the night out in the freezing cold, all trussed up and unable to move.
"Goddamn, Debby!" Pete Komisky gasped as he stepped forward and guickly removed her bonds. "You look like shit, baby!" He shook his head in disbelief. "What the fuck did those bastards do to you, woman?"
"What the fuck does it look like, dammit!" she replied indignantly. "They tied me up and beat me and fucked me and stuck a cattle prod up my pussy! They raped me, you asshole!"
"Well, up your ass, sweetheart," Pete said as he turned and began to walk away at a brisk pace. "Christ! I came all the fucking way out here in the middle of nowhere to help you out, and all I get from you is a fucking load of shit. That's the thanks I get for trying to help.
Well, you can just stay here and wait for somebody else to come along, bitch. You ungrateful, smart-ass little cunt!" He walked away.
"No! Wait!" she wailed.
Debby rose to her feet and dashed after him. After two steps, she fell into a thick bush.
Her feet were numb from lack of circulation. She rubbed her feet and ankles, picked herself up and half-ran, half-crawled after Peter, who was hurrying back to his pickup truck.
"Wait!" she cried. "Wait, Pete! Please, wait!" She clambered through the thicket. It was almost dark as she hurried along, following the light that flickered from Pete's flashlight.
"Fuck you, bitch! Goddamned fucking ingrate!" Pete shouted angrily.
"Please, wait! I beg of you!"
"Oh, shit," he replied from a distance. "Okay, but hurry up. I want to get the fuck out of here before King Rat and his gang decide to return to the scene of their crime."
Pete waited for her to catch up. He took off his jacket and put it over her naked shoulders.
Then he led her to his truck. They got in and drove off quickly, burning rubber and squealing wheels as they took off.
When they were sitting in Pete's comfortable beach-front apartment, she threw her arms around his muscular neck and gave him a long, lingering, wet kiss.
"I don't know how I will ever be able to thank you, Pete. You saved my life. Honest, you did."
"No shit," Pete muttered.
"Don't be mean to me," Debby said.
"Listen, little darlin', all I want you to do is take a nice hot shower, put on the clothes I left for you in the bathroom, and get the fuck out of here."
"B-but, why? What did I do wrong?" she stammered in disbelief. "I thought you liked me."
"I don't like nobody except Pete Komisky. I gotta look out for number one, sweetheart. And you are bad fucking news. If the Rats find out you're staying here, my ass is as good as grass.
They're a mean bunch of bastards, and their leader, King -he don't like me at all. We used to go to high school together. Played on the same football team -first string. I was fullback and King was quarterback."
"So what does that have to do with anything? You guys should be friends. I don't understand," she said with a puzzled look.
"He didn't like me. He was the quarterback, so he called all of the plays. And the motherfucker never gave me the ball. The whole fucking four years that I played football with that bastard, I never made a touchdown. Whenever we got near the goal-line, he called a quarterback sneak. It's the fullback's job to take the ball in when you get close to the goal. Everybody knows that. Except stupid fucking girls.
"Listen, I'll make it short and sweet, okay? We had a fight about it in the locker room after the last game. I could've been a pro if it hadn't been for King. That fucker screwed me out of a career in professional football. We beat the living shit out of each other. Both of us wound up with broken noses and some missing teeth. And he swore that he'd get me some day. He's a mean bastard, and I don't want to mess with him again. Especially when he's got his gang of bikers with him. So get cleaned up and get the fuck out of here! I mean it, Debby! You're bad fucking news. So take a shower, get dressed and beat it!"
Pete stood up, grabbed a beer and guzzled it down angrily.
Debby took the hint, and headed straight for the shower.
When she came out of the bathroom -all cleaned up and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt Pete Komisky was gone. Debby let herself out the front door and walked down the street.
She stopped in front of a bar called The Hole in the Wall, noticed that there were plenty of young girls inside, and walked in.
"Hey, you can't come in here!" shouted the bartender. "You can't be more than sixteen or seventeen. Get the fuck outta here before I call the cops on you, bitch!"
Debby held back tears and stepped back out onto the sidewalk.
A tall, voluptuous woman with jet-black hair followed her out the door. She moved forward, put her arm around Debby's shoulder and said, "Don't let him bother you, darling."
"B-but, I'm all alone. I don't have a friend in the world -except my brother, Butch," Debby replied with tears in her eyes.
"I'll take care of you, darling," the raven-haired beauty responded. "Let's go to my place.
You can stay there until you get it together." She hugged Debby tightly and led her to her apartment.
Debby walked haltingly all the way to the woman's place. Her body ached all over. Her cunt was really sore. The older woman noticed.
When they relaxed in the woman's luxurious apartment, she told Debby to take off her clothes and get comfortable.
"I'll give you a massage and loosen up all of your tense muscles, dearie," the kind woman said.
Debby stripped, and followed the woman to her "special massage room". It was an unusually dark room. Debby stretched out on the table and prepared herself for a relaxing massage.
All of a sudden, she felt cold steel handcuffs clasp about her tender wrists. Then she felt the same type of device being clamped around her ankles.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"Debby shrieked.
"I'm going to beat you and torture you, darling," the woman replied in a voice as cold as ice. "That's how I get my kicks."
"Oh, my god!" Debby screamed. "I trusted you! What are you going to do to me?"
"Whatever strikes my fancy, my little one," the raven-haired beauty snickered. She strolled over to the corner and turned on a bright lamp which hung down over the table on which Debby was bound.
Debby was secured face-down on the hard wooden table. When the light came on, she looked around and saw that the room was an actual torture chamber. She gasped in horror as she saw whips and paddles hanging menacingly from the walls.
"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded.
"Don't be silly, dearest," the evil woman replied. She stepped forward, grabbed a wicked- looking black riding crop and whacked Debby's naked asscheeks with the whip. The riding crop whistled through the air and came down hard again on Debby's ass.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The whip fell on Debby's tender ass-flesh with demonic fury. Five times in quick succession, the riding crop lashed her ass.
"Aaasggghhhhhhh!" Debby screamed in pain and fear. The wicked woman simply laughed and resumed whipping the pretty sixteen-year-old runaway.
"What's your name, dearest?" the woman asked.
"Debby," she replied quickly.
Crack! Crack! The whip fell again on her asscheeks.
"Your whole name, you stupid bitch!" the black-haired bitch demanded. "What the fuck is your whole name, you little slut!" And she punctuated the question with another sharp stroke with the nasty riding crop. Crack!
"Debby Davis!" the wretched girl shouted. "My name is Debby Davis! Please... please don't whip me any more. My ass is on fire. It hurts so much!"
"Tough shit, Debby Davis!" the woman said with a cruel leer. "If you think I'm rough on you, wail till Billy gets here. When he get ahold of your cute little ass, you'll wish you'd never been born. Billy is my old man, and he is one mean son of a bitch."
"Ohhhh, noooooo!" Debby screamed. "Please, let me go! I beg of you. I'll do anything you want if you will just let me go. I can't take much more of this!"
"Fuck you, Debby Davis!" the woman snarled. "You'll do anything I want anyway. So why should I let you go. Besides, I like you just where you are -at my mercy."
The woman strolled casually over to the wall and pulled down a thick, black leather paddle. As she spun on her heels, she looked straight at Debby, who was crying uncontrollably.
"My name is Rosey," the woman said. "Rosey Redgrave. That's a name you won't forget for a long time -if ever."
"Look at me, bitch!" Rosey shouted. As she spoke, she gripped Debby by the hair and pulled her head up until their eyes met.
Debby had never seen such evil-looking eyes in her life. The woman -Rosey Redgrave had the eyes of the devil.
"I'm beautiful, aren't I?" the woman rasped.
Before Debby had a chance to answer, Rosey smacked her hard across her cheek.
"Y-yes," Debby stammered in a frightful little voice. "Yes, you are beautiful. You are very beautiful."
Smack! Rosey slapped her other cheek. Now both of Debby's cheeks were bright red.
"How beautiful am I, bitch?" Rosey demanded.
"You... you are very beautiful," Debby responded quickly. She didn't want to be slapped again. Her cheeks burned with pain. And her ass hurt like hell from the whipping she had received.
"That's not good enough," Rosey snarled wickedly. She slapped.Debby again -twice more. Smack! Smack! "I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. Now, say it!" she demanded.
"You're the most beautiful woman in the world," Debby dutifully repeated.
"That's a good girl," Rosey said with a smirk. "Now, I'll have to reward you for being so nice and polite, and for complimenting me."
"Thank god," Debby said in a barely-audible voice.
But the evil Rosey Redgrave heard the remark. "I heard you, you little, smart-ass bitch," she hissed. "Now, instead of a reward, you will have to be punished."
"Noooooooo!" Debby wailed.
Rosey climbed onto the table and sat right on Debby's head. The woman had no underpants on, and Debby retched and grew nauseous as Rosey ground her naked asscheeks into the sixteen-year-old girl's head. As soon as she was comfortable, Rosey began to paddle Debby's tender asscheeks.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! -the paddle sounded as it landed repeatedly on Debby's exposed ass-flesh.
Debby was completely vulnerable. Her ass was raw and sore from the whipping and the paddling. Her cheeks were crimson-red from being slapped.
Her entire body ached, and she sobbed in pain and fright. Debby's mind was reeling in confusion.
This wicked woman had Debby completely at her mercy. And Rosey seemed to have no mercy. She continued to paddle Debby's tender asscheeks until they throbbed with intense pain.
Then Rosey began to move her hips lasciviously, grinding her bare asscheeks on top of the girl's head. She stopped paddling Debby and concentrated on rubbing her ass around.
Soon, she was bumping and grinding, and rubbing her wet, juicy cunt in gyrating movements.
Rosey was grunting and groaning loudly as she ground her cunt and asshole back and forth across Debby's forehead. The woman was actually jerking off on Debby's forehead!
It was obscene and crude! Debby felt as though she were living a nightmare!
"Yeah," Rosey hissed as she pumped her cunt in a savage motion that brought her nearer and nearer to climax. The only sound that could be heard was the slap of Rosey's cunt against Debby's forehead. Then Rosey began to groan obscenely. "Uunnggghhhhh!
Aaaggghhhh! Mmmmppp-phhhhh!" she grunted.
"You stupid cunt!" she shouted as she pulled Debby's hair and forced her face upward until her lips touched Rosey's tight asshole.
Debby tried to shout and scream in defiance, but Rosey's asshole covered her mouth. It was difficult to breathe and she thought that she might suffocate.
"Lick my asshole, bitch!" Rosey ordered. "Lick my lovely asshole, and do it right or you'll be awfully fucking sorry, my little slut." With that lewd command, Rosey began humping Debby's mouth. "Lick it! Lick my asshole!" the beautiful raven-haired woman screamed.
Debby's tongue snaked out and lapped at the cruel woman's asshole. She had no choice but to obey the woman's cruel and depraved command. She lapped and licked Rosey's puckered asshole as the woman writhed above her.
Rosey was not satisfied. "Put your tongue deep into my asshole. For god's sake, hurry, you little slut! Lick my asshole! Lick it better -deeper! I want to feel your tongue deep in my asshole!"
Rosey gripped the frightened girl's nipples and began to squeeze them tightly. She was pinching Debby's nipples and causing her untold grief and pain.
Never in her life had Debby been so terribly humiliated. Even getting fucked by King Rat's motorcycle gang had not been this degrading. She was licking Rosey Redgrave's pungent smelling asshole.
This was the most disgusting sexual act in the world, Debby thought as her tongue snaked in and out of the evil woman's nether-hole. How would she ever face herself in a mirror again after this? she wondered.
"Hurry up, you stupid cunt!" the cruel woman screamed. "Lick my asshole deeper! I-I'm going... to... cum... any second now." She jerked her hips violently, grinding her asshole into Debby's mouth. Her asshole was deeply impaled on the wretched girl's wet tongue.
All of a sudden, Rosey shuddered and let out a long, loud moan.
"Oooohhhh, yeah!" she groaned as her climax hit her hard. She relaxed her grip on Debby's tender nipples and slumped down. She slithered off of the table and sat down on a throne-like wicker chair which sat in the corner of the room.
Debby gasped for air and took in several deep breaths. Good god! she thought. That evil woman almost suffocated me with her ass. I could have been killed! she reflected in horror.
Attempting to sit up, her bonds tugged at her-wrists and ankles. Debby let out a piercing cry. "Aaaaiiiieeee!" she wailed.
Fearfully, she looked over at the throne-like wicker chair in which the evil bitch Rosey Redgrave was resting. Debby was afraid that the woman would return to torture her some more, but, to her great relief, she saw that the sadistic woman was sound asleep.
Debby was helpless. She was shackled -hand and foot. There was no way that she could even sit up much less make any serious effort to escape.
If I get out of this place alive, she thought, the first thing I'm going to do is call my brother, Butch. He'll help me. I know it. He'll fly out from Iowa and take me home.
Oh, what a dreadful mistake it was for me to run away from home! she thought.