Chapter 10
Cindy puffed out her cheeks. Her body twisted and thrashed on the table top. Twice, the men had washed her down, taking away the stale cum and blood that had dried on her thighs and cuntal mound. Most of the gang had fucked her, ramming their cocks into her tortured fuck-hole. There were fat dicks and thin ones, long and short-the girl gave up counting and lay there like a piece of meat, her legs raised and spread apart as one after another of the biker gang dropped his pants, climbed the table, mounted the cringing teenager and fucked her.
Not one had made her come, or even made an attempt to excite her. They had reached in with two fingers, scooped out what jizz they could find, wiped their hands on her belly and stuck in their own cocks. It was awful-one man after another, one cock after another, ramming her until she was numb.
After several minutes, the young girl had fallen into a kind of trance. She lay there, fully conscious, and yet, a strange glaze settled over her eyes. She saw the men as one continual succession of pricks. There were no faces, no names-no individuality. There was finally even no sensation of being fucked by these men. All she could feel was a vague horror at her situation.
But the almost blinding terror she'd had at the upcoming gang rape disappeared. As long as she remained in this condition, there was nothing to worry about. After all, if she couldn't feel anything, why should she be worried about the consequences.
"That about does it," Mike observed, looking around at his exhausted gang.
They were all grinning, zipping up their pants, talking in small groups about how fuckin' loose she'd become after the fourth fuck. Some of them had fucked her twice, and one or two even three times. Cindy listened in part, closing her eyes and trying to close her ears.
Ohhh, she'd never let a man touch her again! She wouldn't be able to let anyone fuck her. She was too played out, too overfucked by these wretched men.
"Well, guys, we got her cleaned out with cum, eh?" Rick said, getting the attention of the gang. "Get the rest of the guys up and see if they wanna fuck her. If not, let's get the fuck outta here before daylight. They probably found the guy on the expressway. They'll be here pretty fuckin' soon. That farmer up the way's been keepin' watch on us. He hears anything on the radio, he'll call the cops."
Rick walked over to Cindy and took her by the hair. He jerked her head up, shaking her until he could see he'd finally reached her.
"Ohhh, what do ... you ... want?"
The young brunette felt half dead. They could do anything to her, and she wouldn't care any more.
"Nothin' much, baby. You're one hell of a fuckin' slut, you know that? I mean, you not only do what we tell you to, but you turn on to it. Baby, if we could, we'd take you along with us. You'd be one hell of a pack of laughs at night."
Cindy thought of being carted across the country, saved, during the day, for the night's festivities. The thought, oddly enough;-excited her. Oh, to be a slave to these depraved bikers for as long as she lived-it would be something like serving in a harem!
"But we can't afford the chance of taking you along. So . . ."
Rick reached down and unfastened the rope trying her wrist to the table legs. Then, he moved down and unfastened the bonds around her ankles.
Cindy couldn't believe it! Were they actually letting her go? Were they really going to let her run away? Oh, God, God, it was too good to be true! In a few hours, she'd be back at home, safe in her own bed. The thought that she was horribly sullied and disfigured didn't occur to the trembling brunette at all. All she could think of was her home and her mother and how wonderful it would be to be free of these men!
"But we wanna see just how grateful you are to be let go," Rick said, slipping one arm under her shoulders and raising the girl from the table.
Cindy groaned. How her body ached! How her mind spun as she sat up and looked around her. She blinked several times, feeling a growing fear grip her heart. The men were all smiling-too calmly-at her. They were too quiet for comfort. Was this some kind of trick? Were they going to kill her after telling her she could go free? Was that the only way she was going to be free of them- to die?
Rick guessed what was going through her mind and said nothing. Whether or not he was intending to kill her, Cindy never could answer-then or later, when she could think about the events of that horrible night.
"Come on. Get up and get off this fuckin' table!" he said gruffly, shoving her from the table to the floor.
Because she'd been tied in that painful, restraining and grotesque position, the girl's legs were shaky. With a sob, Cindy felt her knees wobble. She staggered forward, trying to balance herself with her arms. But Rick had kept the ropes tied tightly around her wrists. With another sharp cry Cindy fell to her knees, pitching forward and striking her forehead, hard, on the dirty floor. She moaned, rolling her head from side to side and trying to blink away the dots of light popping in front of her eyes.
"All right, bitch! Go on, kiss the boot of every fuckin' dude, here," Rick said, placing his heel directly over her neck and shoving down.
Cindy let out a sharp cry and felt herself flattened on the floor. Rick was still pressing his filthy boot heel on her neck, applying more and more pressure, until she was sure he'd break her spine. The air stopped flowing down her windpipe. Cindy felt her face flush red-hot as a strange buzzing sound assailed her ears. She was choking to death, choking under that biker's boot heel.
Then he raised his foot, moving down and kicking her hard, just under the ribcage. Cindy jerked up into a fetal position and her head shot back from the force of the cruel blow. She gasped for breath, dragging her tied hands as best"she could to the injured area.
"I said, kiss the boots-starting with mine!" Rick growled, hanging the filthy toe of his dirty boot in front of her lips.
Cindy wrinkled up her forehead in disgust. She could smell shit, reeking on the leather.
"Why . . . oh, God . . . why?" the girl asked, closing her eyes and bending forward.
She could feel the cold, hard leather pressing against her lips. There was the sour taste of something dropping into her mouth. Then the boot disappeared, only to return with the force of a painful blow on her chin.
Cindy's head snapped back, her arms flailing out on either side of her swinging body. She twisted halfway around, still squatting on her buttocks and knees. Lights popped in front of her eyes as the helpless brunette slid to the floor in a crumpled heap.
She could hear them laughing, calling her all kinds of names, pressing their heels into her face, her shoulders, her thighs, her ass, telling her to kiss their boots. The teenager looked through the tangled black hair hanging in front of her eyes. She could taste more blood oozing down her throat.
They were going to beat her to death! This was the final climax after the gang rape-climax! The young girl flashed an insane smile at the jeering group of bikers. What a word to define her end.
"Kiss my ass!" the girl cried defiantly, getting up and curling her fingers into a double set of claws.
She managed to scratch the lead biker badly on the forehead before anyone could get to her. "Fuckin' bitch!" he snarled, wiping his hand across his forehead and looking at the blood painted on his fingers.
Mike and another biker held onto Cindy tightly by the upper arms, digging their fingertips into her soft white flesh. The girl peered, like a madwoman, through her hair, almost growling in defiance. If they were going to kill her well, fine-they could. But she'd go down fighting. There was no way they'd lead her to the chopping block without her fighting back.
"I don't care what you do to me!" she spat out at the big man.
"1'm glad," he retorted, raising his hand high over her head and slapping her hard across the cheek.
Cindy's head jerked to one side, her hair washing across her flushed face. Then Rick backhanded her, smashing his powerful knuckles hard on her chin. He repeated this action several times, until Cindy started slumping toward the floor. It was only because of Mike's and the other biker's grips that she managed to remain in a standing position.
"Let her go!" Rick said, nodding toward Cindy. They obeyed, dropping their hands and letting the groaning teenager fall to the floor. She half-sat, half-lay on the floor, her arms folded protectively in front of her. Her earlier savage defiance had diminished somewhat, but she was just as determined to fight back at anything they threw at her. "OHHHHH!" she cried suddenly.
She could feel a steady stream of something warm and wet splashing on her face. She looked up and saw Rick holding his limp cock between his thumb and forefinger, directing the yellow stream of piss right at her face.
The young girl cried out again as more piss spattered against her chin, then moved up to her nose and finally, her eyes. Cindy covered her face as best she could with her hands, twisting around and trying to get away from the pungent, foul-smelling liquid. But Mike hit her hard on the face with his opened hand, taking her roughly by the shoulders and twisting her back around to face her tormentor. He stood to one side, trying to keep as much piss as he could off him, telling Rick to pinch off his cock at times to narrow down the steady yellow stream as Cindy continued to be the victim of this latest humiliation.
"Ohhhh, God! Stop, stop ... please!"
But Rick kept shooting his piss at her, covering her face with the foul yellow stuff. Then he moved the stream down to her mouth, directing the piss at the jagged wet line of her lips, laughing when he saw her involuntarily open her mouth and drink his piss.
"Yeah, babe, drink that piss! Come on, get it down your throat!"
Mike reached down and drove his fingers hard at the pressure points behind her jaw. The girl cried out, her eyes widened as she lowered her jaw.
Oh, God! How filthy, how horrible that piss was as it sloshed in her mouth, swirled over her tongue in a yellow whirlpool, before collecting in a froth just behind her tonsils and oozing down her throat!
She gagged, twisted hard, tried to break the hold Mike had on her. But it was useless. She had to kneel there in that position as she felt the stream of piss shoot into her mouth and stream into her belly.
"Phew, got that off my kidneys," Rick said, flicking the final drops off his cockhead onto Cindy's hair and tucking his prick back into his Levi's.
While he zipped up and adjusted his cock down his pantleg, one of the other bikers stepped up and started unzipping. Rick was about to say something, then grinned boyishly and nodded his approval. Cindy rolled her eyes up and discovered she was looking at yet another flaccid dick aimed at her face.
"Nooooo!" she howled, twisting her face away just in time, as he started pissing.
This time, he directed the stream at her titties, covering them with the yellow fluid, directing the stinging stream at her nipples. In spite of herself, Cindy could feel her nipples getting hard. She could feel her pussy responding to this horrible abuse. She was sitting in a large pool of piss. Her body was covered with the foul liquid.
"Okay, man, we done enough for the day," Rick said, slapping his fellow biker on the shoulder as the man finished.
"Hey, man, who's gonna want this little piece of shit, now"" Mike asked, raising his right leg and putting the sole of his boot on Cindy's forehead.
The girl retched, sure he was going to trample her underfoot. She could hear a strange edge in the big biker's voice-it sounded like that of an executioner.
"You're right. Nobody's gonna wanna fuck with her, not when she's been fucked by a couple of dogs and been shit and pissed on," Rick said, reaching inside his jacket and pulled out a long switchblade.
Cindy's eyes widened. Stuck like a pig! This was it-this was the minute she'd been dreading all along! Everything they put her through was leading up to this. The hope they gave her was false. They weren't going to let her go! They were going to slaughter her like a pig, then laugh as her blood drained from her body. The girl felt drunk with terror. She held her throat with both hands, trying to scream-the final scream, a last shriek before the knife sank into her soft belly.
"Turn over," Mike said, making a small circle with the fingers of his hand.
"You heard the man, turn over!" Rick snarled, his eyes narrowing and focusing on Cindy.
The brunette closed her eyes, feeling all strength and defiance finally leaving her. Oh, God, the end to all her torture was finally over! Slowly, the girl picked herself up and rolled over. It was a position she was used to, a position in which she'd been fucked by two dogs, beaten, raped by several men, abused in all sorts of ways. And now, it was going to be the position in which she died.
Cindy could smell her own body. Oh, God, to die with an odor like this in her nose! She could hear Rick moving behind her-probably trying to figure out what part of her body would be best to stab into. She held her breath, every nerve ending in her body alert and standing on end. She wanted to sink out of sight, to disappear from this place.
But these were thoughts the trembling teenager had had, all through this night of horror. And no one had come to save her, no God had mysteriously appeared and cloaked her with protection. No, she'd been there as always-kicked, pissed on, fucked, beaten, always victim to this sadistic band of biker savages!
"Yeah, she's still got a goddamned good-lookin' twat!" Rick said behind her.
Cindy felt the wet, sticky line of her pussycleft so horribly exposed. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. So, that was it! They were going to knife her through the cunt! Oh, God, how horribly painful and slow this death was going to be! "OHHHH!"
Cindy's muscles quivered and her skin puckered up into gooseflesh. She dropped her lower jaw and widened her eyes when she felt the tip of the knife slide across one asscheek. She trembled as it went from the outside of that asscheek and moved up toward her waist, then slowly slid down to where her ass met her thigh. The young girl rolled her eyes back, concentrating on the ticklish, cold sensation of that blade on her quivering flesh. It felt as if someone were drawing a map on her butt. She could feel the pressure increasing as the sharp blade slid closer and closer to her drenched cunt.
Cindy wanted to scream; she wanted to sob something of her terror. But she knew the slightest move would push that knife through her white flesh.
Then she felt her pussy suck in air, winking open in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced the outer line of her cuntlips. The soft, moist membranes quivered as she felt the blade move closer and closer to her open fuckhole. Oh, this was it-the time she'd feel the full force of that blade slicing into her!
And yet, nothing like that happened. The knife moved away, then finally left her body. Cindy let out a sigh of relief and felt her muscles relax. Then there was a chill in the center of her pussy. Rick had pressed the flat end of the blade against her wet slit, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
Cindy could feel her cunt clamping shut on nothingness. The girl cried and shook her head from side to side, trying to stop that involuntary action. She was cutting herself to ribbons. The razor-sharp edges of the knife were slicing into her pussyflesh whenever her cuntlips closed like that. Oh, she was going to cut herself to death!