Chapter 6
"Uh, uh, uh!" Cindy groaned with every fucking thrust.
As Rick rode her, she felt herself involuntarily tightening up. The scalding pain corkscrewed, becoming something bigger than just pain-becoming a weird kind of pleasure radiating through her pussy. Rick panted like a wild animal as she started matching his wild cock-pistoning. They collided over and over. The cry escaping the brunette's throat was one of greed, wile pleasure-anything but what she should have been screaming out.
"Gonna make it, babe! Gonna shoot my ... uhhhhh!"
Cindy felt chills ripple up and down her spine. She held onto her tormentor tightly, pulling his shirt over her swollen tits. She slammed her flat belly into him, impaling her hot wet cunt on his hard rod.
As the first bursts of spunk burned into her pussy, the young girl cried out. She jerked her legs high in the air, flinging them around Rick's hunching back and scissoring them as tightly as she could. She beat his kidneys with her heels, wanting to force him deeper inside her. She didn't care any more what he would think of her after this. She was hot, wanting more and more dickmeat in her than he could possibly give her-more than any man could possibly give her.
Something wild and untamed had been unleashed in the thrashing teenager-something that would have been better left alone.
She held on as the biker hunched again, driving his cock up her slit. He was shooting the last of his hot jizz. The cum flowed out of her throbbing cunt, spattering her thighs and the crease of her buttocks. She kept him tightly gripped between her quivering white legs until the biker's big rod softened, then slid out. The head slapped her thighs. Rick grunted, pushing himself off, and stumbled to a standing position. Cindy watched through heavylidded eyes as the big man fumbled for his Levi's.
"Yeah, yeah ... good and hot," Rick mumbled, fastening his trousers and snapping the brass buckle of his leather belt shut. He stepped over her without looking down, swaggering toward the door.
"And don't think this means anything, cunt. We're all gonna do this to you tonight-one way or another. Yeah, good fuckin' tight Grade-A young cunt," Rick sneered, turning around and walking out the door.
After it slammed, Cindy could still see him, feel him inside her cunt. She wondered why she had that violent physical reaction to him, and those powerful, positive emotions racking her snatch every time he rammed his prick into her. Why was she bucking back, twisting on the floor, squeezing her pussy walls tight around his pistoning cock? Why did she moan, feel shivering hot chills radiate through her pussy when he trenched out her juicing jagged slit? And would she be able to withstand the horrors she was certain Rick and his followers were about to inflict upon her?
Before she could come to any answer, she heard footsteps on the front porch. This time, she guessed there were several bikers climbing up to the house. When the door shot open, slamming hard against the adjoining wall with a resounding bang, Cindy jumped, criss-crossing her arms tightly over her tits and shrinking against the wall. She waited, her heart beating wildly as she tucked her legs under her buttocks.
"Come on," Rick said, heading the group of five men into the room.
Cindy knew she couldn't argue. Getting up quickly to prevent him from hitting her, she shuffled across the dirty floor, bending down halfway across to pick up some of her clothes to cover her naked body.
"Sorry about that," Rick said, knocking the clothes away from her hands.
"But it's cold out there," Cindy stammered, looking down at the crumpled pile of torn clothing, at her feet.
"I know. Come on, Mike," he said to the biker who'd driven Cindy to the deserted farm.
Mike took Cindy roughly by the wrist, dragging her toward the opened door. She could feel the cold wind biting her sweating forehead. Snow had begun to fall. Several flakes struck her face. She could hear other men outside, their boots crunching in the partially frozen mud.
"Come on," Rick said, pushing her into the cold.
Cindy stumbled onto the porch and continued to stagger down the steps, desperately fighting for her balance. The sharp splinters dug painfully into the bare soles of her feet, making her cry out in pain and fear. Her hair was blown into her eyes by the rising wind. The freezing air chilled her flesh to a goosepimpled blue.
Cindy cried out again as the icy wind slashed her wet thighs. She shuddered, throwing her arms across her tits and hugging her stiffening nipples. She could feel her teeth chattering. It was hard for her to catch her breath. The cold wind whipped her pussy hair, raising gooseflesh all over her pussy mound and the surrounding skin.
"Ohhh, God, God," she moaned, her eyes wide, studying the group of men forming a tight circle around her.
Mike gripped her hard by the shoulders and pushed her at the sullen group of bikers standing silently, their legs spread apart, their faces partially covered by the puffs of steam coming from their nostrils. She stumbled, her arms flailing in front of her to regain balance.
"Come on, bitch, walk in front of them. Let them know just how fuckin' proud you are. Let's see just how damned many pigs you can call from here!" He laughed, giving her another shove. When Cindy stumbled to her knees he laughed louder than before. "Get, you slut! Show us your goddamned cunt! Show us what we're all gonna get a taste of."
The freezing snow and wind chilled her cunt and froze her nipples. Fear nearly overwhelmed her. Rick was coming. She recognized those heavy footsteps, crunching closer. She turned, flinging her right arm up to protect her face.
"Up ... up," he growled, jerking her to her feet and holding hr tightly by the upper arm. Cindy was sure her flesh was turning black and blue. When he pushed her again, Cindy was ready for him, managing to keep her balance.
"Come on, baby, move it!" Rick growled behind her.
Cindy stumbled, got her balance and stopped. She felt cold, terrified and confused. Suddenly, she realized just how naked she was. Her flesh was puckered and turning a grayish blue from the extreme cold. She saw the bikers silently leering at her from under their leather caps. Their short jackets glistened under the silver moonlight, making them look all the more sinister.
"Hey, babe, let's fuck," one of the bikers shouted, jerking out a hand.
Cindy shook herself and barely shrank away from his grasp. Hands reached out suddenly, a sea of thick dirty fingers, for her body. The girl cried out, doubling over and trying to cover her big tits and her hairy cunt.
"OHHHHH!" Cindy cried, her eyes bugging out as she felt hands slapping her buttocks, hitting her hard on the thighs, fingers gripping her ankles, only to let go just as it looked as if she'd pitch onto the ground.
They were playing with her, getting hard-ons and toying with her the way a lion toys with his food before tearing it to shreds. When she tried to run away, Rick stood in her way and raised his fists. She dodged to one side, nearly falling on her face, then ran back toward the howling men. Her big titties bobbed, swinging out and slamming together, and her nipples turned a dark brown and stiffened under the attack of terror and cold. Her asscheeks and belly and thighs jiggled with each desperate step she took.
She wanted to stop running. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her lungs felt as if they were going to burst. Her feet were cut from the frozen mud. If only she could fall; if only they'd let her collapse. But every time she started to drop, someone took her roughly by the arm, twisting it around until she was afraid he'd break it. Reluctantly, she got back up and started stumbling around the yard once more. The cold and the mass of men around her were terrifying.
Then she saw them unzipping their Levi's, pulling their cocks out and jerking off. The cold stiffened their cocks faster than sexual excitement. Cindy cried out, covering her eyes. She'd never seen so many cocks pointed at one person in her life!
Shrieking in horror, the girl turned and ran blindly, her arms flailing in the cold night air. Mike was faster, reaching out and gripping her hair. Cindy cried out, feeling her knees buckling under her. Oh, the pain was horrible! She was sure he was going to rip her hair out. She could hear some of her hair ripping from her scalp.
"Easy, baby," Mike growled, pulling her up now, forcing the girl to move her feet like a crazed dancer, desperately searching to regain her position.
She could feel Mike's crotch hammering up against her bare white asscheeks. He was reaching around. She could feel him ramming two gloved fingers into her twat. Her belly and cunt muscles closed. Her thighs clenched as she yelped with an unforeseen pleasure. That cold leather had triggered something desperately perverted in her body. She twisted around, rubbing her cuntal walls around the seamed leather glove. She kept moving her thighs hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. As the bikers laughed and gloated at the girl's wild depravity, she threw herself against him.
"Man, we got us a hot little number! Fuck, she'd probably take care of half the animals at Central Park Zoo if we dragged her to New York with us!"
"Hey, man, take it easy. We don't wanna ruin her for the night. Don't make her cum too much, or she's gonna be too fucked out."
"Yeah, yeah, like that girl in Tulsa." "Tulsa?" Cindy panted.
"Yeah, man, we got this one chick-and fuck, she was so fuckin' hot she kept goin' all night. You know?" Mike kept rimming the tight mouth of her hole with his fingers, getting more excited both from the sensation of her milking cunt and from the memory of what had happened that night in Tulsa. "And fuck, we got her turned on to the whole gang, dogs-the whole fuckin' shit. When we left her she was out of her mind-you know, fucked up. Crazy, man! I mean, she was barking and all that kind of shit!"
Cindy cried out and felt herself accidentally pissing with excitement on Mike's hand.
"Goddamn it! The little cunt's pissin' all over me," he cried out in disgust. He swore some more, jerking his hand away to shove his fingers in her mouth.
Cindy twisted her head away, retching when she smelled the pungent odor of her own piss on the glove. When she refused to take the soiled gloved fingers, he squeezed her ass with his other hand and jammed his right knee into her soft belly.
"AHHHHH!" Cindy cried, opening her mouth wide. Mike laughed in triumph and shoved his fingers into her mouth.
"Come on, baby, lick up your piss. Goddamn it, lap up your piss, 'cause you're gonna be lappin' up piss and shit before the night gets through!"
"Yeah, eat it, babe. Eat it like we're gonna eat you out," Rick added.
Cindy could hear the others saying the same things as she swallowed the mixture of piss and spittle. Her throat ached. Her lower jaw felt as if it were going to shatter from the constant pressure Mike was putting on it. She wondered if he realized how hard he was prying her mouth open. Oh, God, the smell, the taste of that piss was horrible! Mike laughed hard, obviously well pleased with the way the situation had turned out.
Rick came up behind her, his black leather belt doubled up in his hand. Mike backed away, leaving Cindy doubled up and holding her throat. She was spitting out the foul mixture of liquids when she saw Rick's familiar boots come up behind her.
"Ohhhh no, no, NO!" Cindy cried, twisting her head around and seeing the big belt in the biker's hand.
She knew automatically what he was going to try to do with it. She shrank away, her hands moving continually over her body like tiny animals. She tried to guess where he'd slice the belt into her sensitive white flesh.
"Come on, beg ... BEG!" Rick screamed, crouching down and holding the belt with both big gloved hands.
He tensed his body as if he were going to run at her. He watched the trembling girl closely. Once or twice, he snapped the belt loudly, laughing when Cindy jumped and stumbled backward.
No, no, she couldn't take pain like that. When she was small, she would become hysterical if her mother or father hit her. The pain, the horrible, burning, slicing pain of a leather belt against her creamy flesh made her want to die.
Oh, God, let me die, die now, please! Cindy prayed silently as she looked, bug-eyed, at the big biker.
The first attack came without warning. She saw the belt unfold and drop to the ground, then snap up stiffly toward the sky. She watched in fascination as Rick's powerful right arm circled around twice, then snapped down, bringing the belt down with it. There was a whistling sound, and then a sharp sensation racking her flesh. The pointed tip of the belt had cut into her ass.
"Ahhhrrrgh!" Cindy cried, jerking her body away from the burning pain. She could feel her ass tingling from the savage blow.
Cindy groaned, holding her body more tightly with her trembling arms. The girl saw Rick raising his hand again, the black leather belt dangling like a snake. She shook her head from side to side slowly, looking at him with tear-filled eyes and silently begging him to stop hurting her. Oh, she couldn't take pain like this! Oh God, she'd rather die than ...
"Aaarrrggh!" Cindy shrieked, her body snapping away from the incredible pain! Her head jerked back and her eyes bugged out and her lower jaw slackened.
He struck her again and again, increasing the intensity of the blows until, to the brunette teenager's surprise, she felt her body becoming numb to them.
"Hit her harder, man!"
"Yeah, yeah," Rick said, biting his upper lip in excitement.
His moustache and beard were flecked with spittle, and a strange sadistic fire glowed in his eyes. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch as he watched the helpless young girl twisting, jerking, dancing obscenely in front of him, her naked body trembling in the icy New England winter wind as his belt lashed her butt again and again.
Cindy cried out again, throwing her head back. Her long black hair swept across her shaking shoulders and the upper portion of her back. She seemed to become weaker with each stroke. The girl could feel her will disintegrating with each blow.
"AHHHHH!" Cindy cried, twisting around and covering her ass with both hands.
The belt had sliced into the narrow crack between her asscheeks. She could feel something warm and wet running down her trembling thighs. Oh, God, she was so terrified she was pissing on herself!
"Hey, man, the broad's pissin' again. What's the matter baby, can't you hold it? You ain't been potty trained yet?" Mike sneered.
Cindy sobbed. She wasn't frightened any more. Now she was enraged, shamed in front of all these people.
"Stop it, stop!" she wailed, curling her fingers into two fists and looking with hatred at her tormentors.
"If you want me to stop, come here," Rick said, his voice suddenly changing from harsh animal to lover.
Cindy felt her heart racing. The wind had increased, making her flesh almost numb to its extreme biting cold. Rick may have changed his voice, but he still snapped the belt hard against the tip of his right boot.
The weapon made her heart pound maddeningly. When would this end? Would they leave her to die of exposure out here in the middle of this clearing? She could already feel the beginnings of frostbite on her toes and fingertips. If she didn't get inside to warmth soon, the killing effects of that condition would begin.
"Come here!"
Cindy stared at the cock straining in his pants. She was all too aware of what he could do with that thing. He was going to fuck her mind out after beating her into some kind of bloody mess.
No, no, . . . oh, God ... please ... let him just fuck me and get it over with.
"Bitch!" Rick snarled, running up to her and backhanding her hard across the cheek.
Cindy howled, staggered back three steps and, with arms flailing back, fell on her ass in front of the laughing motorcycle gang. She wiggled away from the grotesque leader, her hands digging into the dirt as her naked white legs and ass scraped painfully across the frozen mud. The wind picked up her hair and blew it across her flushed face.
Rick advanced slowly, his boots crushing the little walls of frozen ridges made by the bikes, earlier. He kept snapping the belt against his Levi's, watching her jump at each sharp sound.
"Oh, no ... no," Cindy moaned.
It was a nightmare. She couldn't believe a person could be this horrible, this sadistic. Terror knifed through her. She knew he was going to turn her over to the gang to be devoured piecemeal by all of them. And then, if there were any dogs in the area, she'd be treated just like that girl they talked about in Tulsa.
Dog meat! That's how she'd finally end up! "No ... no..."
She was whimpering, her cries growinglouder as he came closer.
"Oh, yes, baby, yes. You're gonna respect all of us ... hear? You're gonna drop on all fours and wag that pretty little tight ass of yours when we come around. You're gonna wag it 'cause we're gonna do somethin' to it to make you remember!"
Terrified by his words, Cindy slid backward, her fear-stricken eyes wide and focused on Rick. He gained on her. Crying out, suddenly, she turned and, like an animal, on all fours, speeded temporarily out of reach. Her titties hung down, the stiffened nipples nearly touching the frozen ground. The wind blew hard against her tight plump asscheeks. She tried to crawl faster and slipped, falling on her face and skinning her palms and knees. Cindy got back up and started crawling away fast, again on all fours.
Rick took shorter steps purposely, motioning to the bikers to let her get partially away. He could sense the wild hope going through the girl as she saw an opportunity for her to escape into the surrounding forest. The panting teenager felt her lungs bursting from exertion and fear. Steam clouds puffed from her flared nostrils. Her black hair whipped around her face and shoulders.
Then suddenly, she felt herself crashing into something hard and metallic. Twisting her face around, the frantic young woman saw it was one of the Harleys.
Rick laughed, standing in front of her with his hands on his thick-muscled hips.
"You see, you're not gonna get away from us so easy, chick!"
With that, he brought the belt down again, the leather biting the flesh just below her ribcage. She squealed like a stuck pig, jerking around on her belly and covering her face with her hands. The final round of beating had begun. Of that she was certain.
When they finished with that, there'd be a mass fucking and then ... ?