Chapter 6
Patty trembled, watching Mike studying her. The crop in his hand trembled.
"I dig this," he confessed, his eyes widening.
The girl could see his thick cock pressing against the front of his Levi's. Her jaw hurt as she thought of that prick sawing in and out of her mouth.
"I like doin' this kinda shit. And you dig it too, right, bitch?"
The blonde shook her head violently from side to side, fighting back the tears. How could he ask her this kind of question?
He laughed, then slashed the crop across one nipple.
Patty screamed, the slicing pain in her injured tit shooting through her like an electrical current. After her screams died down, the pain seemed to go on forever. Mike brought the crop down on her belly, then changed direction and hit her inner thighs with the hard instrument. She ground her teeth, hating the biker bitterly. How she wished she could hit him, tear out his eyes! Patty screwed her face into a mask of control, slowly regaining control of her feelings. Mike stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"The guys are out in the yard," Mike said, jerking his head toward the doorway. "We got plenty in store for you. But I wanted this time alone. They know and they understand," Mike said. He looked at her, licking his lips like a greedy cat in front of a trapped mouse. The twisting, sobbing girl in front of him aroused him as no one had before.
"You scum!" she growled, spitting into his eyes as he approached her.
Mike reeled back, surprised by her defiance. He wiped the spit from his face, chuckling strangely.
"Didn't think you had the guts to do that. It's good . . . real good," Mike said, throwing the riding crop away.
The biker walked back up to her, doubled his fists and send them pummeling into her belly. Patty thought his knuckles had bruised her spine. Her cheeks puffed out while her face reddened from the force of the blow. All the air in her lungs seemed to blow out. Her body jerked while her head snapped back, then fell limply forward to her chest.
"Arghhhhhhh!" the teenager screamed. She pulled at her bonds. The ropes cut deeply into her flesh, making Patty cry out and whimper. Slowly she regained her breath. Peering through the curtain of hair hiding her eyes, the young woman muttered obscenities at the biker. How she wished she had a knife at this point!
Sensing her hatred, Mike grabbed at Patty's cunt. He twisted the hairs and her cuntlips in his fist. The pulling, tearing feelings shot through the girl like a knife. Screaming, howling like a ghost, Patty thought she was going to pass out from the agony. Patty jerked her knee up as far as it would go, feeling the ropes cutting into her ankles.
"Stupid bitch! Gonna spit in my face, will ya?" Mike growled, pulling out a fistful of wiry pussy hairs, then going back and yanking out a second batch.
Patty shrieked, snapping her head back and banging it hard against the wooden wall. She could hear laughter outside. The men were enjoying themselves immensely at her expense!
"Stupid cunt! Little slut!" Mike shouted, striking her open-handed across the face, then backhanding the young woman. Stars popped in front of her face while her hair splashed over her cheeks and eyes. Patty kept trying to pull her hands and legs free of the ropes. But it was useless. The line cut deeper into her flesh. She screamed at him, dragging out curses she couldn't remember having learned even in the high school bathrooms.
"Don't do this to me!" she cried out, tears welling up and falling down her cheeks.
But of course Mike enjoyed her cries. He loved it when she swore at him, dissolving into cries and pleas for mercy.
"You're gonna love it," he repeated, now moving both hands gently up and down her asscheeks. He'd changed tactics, caressing her injured flesh. Patty stared wonderingly at him. He was humming some tune while smoothing those callused fingers over her flesh. Slowly, steadily, the young woman was aware of a change in her reaction to this man. The fear was dissolving, the revulsion was going away. In its place, perhaps even aroused by all the abuse, was a gruesome kind of excitement rising in her pussy. By the time his hands had slid up to her pussylips, Patty felt her fuck oil start to boil up and run out her slit.
"You animal!" she moaned, turning her face away from him. No, she couldn't look at Mike; How could she look at her tormentor when she knew he was arousing her with his filthy tactics? She hated him, hated herself for feeling this.
"Think I'm gonna get a taste of that pussy. But first ..."
Mike backed up, turning around and picking up the beer can he'd tossed over his shoulder before. Shaking it he smiled, glad there was still some of the liquid in it.
"Gotta clean you up. You still got dog spit in ya," he said, moving up to the girl while covering both holes in the top of the can. He shook it violently, then shoved it fast under her hot drooling hole and removed his thumb. A spray of white foam shot out of the can and ran up her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Patty stiffened, her fingers fanning out against the splintery wooden wall behind her while her legs twitched. The sudden splash of cold beer against her hot, slick cunt flesh was a shock. She let out a long hissing cry, closing her eyes and shivering with revulsion and disgust.
Mike stood to the side, grinning sheepishly as the misture of beer and cunt juice oozed out of her cunt and trickled down her thighs. Patty relaxed in her bonds, her shoulder joints starting to hurt from the grotesque bound position she'd been in for some time.
"Okay," he said, crumpling the can and throwing it on the floor.
Patty watched as the young man ran his hands over her hips and belly, then knelt down until his nose was brushing her cunt hairs. She could feel his breath against her inner thighs. It was sexy, arousing, making her pussy clench at thin air! Involuntarily Patty found herself moving her ass back and forth against the wall, wishing he'd touch her pussy again, maybe even play with her clit.
Suddenly he pushed himself down between her legs. When she felt his hot rough tongue licking her fleshy cuntlips, the woman thought she'd pass out from delight. In spite of the paces he was putting her through, Patty couldn't deny the sensations tearing through her cunt. It was wonderful having him lick his tongue up between her puffy cuntlips. She found herself shoving out at him as best she could.
"Yeah, good hot meaty cunt," he breathed, looking up at the writhing, helpless teenager, then burying his face back in her cunt hair.
Patty groaned, wishing she could wrap her long legs around his back and hunch crazily into his mouth. Mike shoved his tongue between the tight line separating her pussylips, right up into her slippery cunthole. Patty blew apart as he shoved up higher and higher until his tongue was pushing against her clit.
"No, nooooo!" she cried, shaking violently from pre-orgasmic explosions in her body. How could she feel this, feel such powerful sexual sensations when she loathed the man causing them? Her mother had indicated sex was either something vile and terrible, or lovely between a married man and woman. Mike certainly wasn't married to her, nor would he ever be! But, oh ... !
His tongue scraped around her tender hot cunthole, licking up her pussy juice. He was licking her raw, sucking at her slit so hard his cheeks caved in. As he worked her over, the biker pulled her legs farther apart. His fingers held her cuntlips apart while he lapped his tongue more freely around her hole.
Patty gasped and moaned, twisting under him as he shoved one finger up her asshole. The resulting hot jolt of pleasure made her cunt wink shut, trapping his tongue temporarily.
"Like that, eh?" he said, wiggling his finger around in her shitter until the girl found herself hunching back onto it. She was being fucked at both ends! Patty loved the sensation of being rammed both in the cunt and the ass by Mike! Her inhibitions were melting away! Her moans matched his growling while he moved his head around, licking and snarling as he ate hungrily at her. When she started hunching regularly, the biker pulled away.
"You're hot enough," he mumbled, picking several strands of cunt hair from between his front teeth.
"What?" the girl asked, looking heavy-lidded at him.
"Never mind," he said, rubbing his bulging crotch. Mike fought down his lust, reaching up and untying the rope fastening her wrists to the wall spikes. Patty nearly fell over when the ropes slackened. Mike pushed her against the wall with one hand while stretching down and untying the line binding her ankles. "Come on," he said, helping her from the small room out into the open.
"Oh!"
The fresh air against her tortured body seemed to refresh her at once. Patty stopped, holding onto Mike's shoulder while sucking in the fresh, cool evening air. It felt so good after that stale oxygen in the shed.
Looking around, the girl saw she was somewhere in the desert mountains, probably close to Los Angeles. It was still evening. Her mother, undoubtedly, had by this time called for the police. Patty almost laughed. It would take an army to find them. The surrounding tall mountains, the thick growth of pines hiding this small clearing, everything was to the bikers' advantage.
Dropping her gaze, the girl saw the other men standing in a semi-circle some twenty feet away from her and Mike. Behind them was a small cabin, the roof of which looked half-collapsed. To the right, a beat-up van was parked under a tall elm. All around was a sense of peace and harmony. What a lie that was!
"She's ready, man. We're gonna have us a real show, right?" Mike said, sliding away from the girl, then shoving her forward.
Patty grunted, stumbling as she pitched forward, then catching herself in time. She stood unsteadily in front of them, covering her tits and cunt modestly while drawing her legs together in knock-kneed fashion. She crouched down slightly, breathing through her mouth and wondering what new terrors they had planned for her. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair.
"Hey, come on, boy," Butch said, bending down. She heard Mike laughing softly next to her. Squinting her eyes, the girl peered through the darkness and saw a shape next to the men she'd missed before. It was a dog! Oh, God, a dog, another German shepherd just like Pal! Her heart stopped while her throat tightened. Immediately the young woman knew what they were going to do to her! Mike had seen her do that awful thing with Pal. And now he was going to give his buddies a free show!
"Come on, baby, come on and show the guys what you dig," Mike said, throwing back his head and laughing as the teenager sobbed.
Patty stepped back, shrinking away from the approaching dog. He was so like Pal . . . large, pointed ears, but a darker gray, she thought. Of course in the moonlight it was hard to tell.
"Come on. Bend down and let of Fellah take care of that hot juicy pussy," Mike taunted.
Patty held her head with one hand, shaking it violently, trying to drive out her thoughts. No, no, she hadn't enjoyed what had gone on in her bedroom. And even if she did, she was sorry for it. Nothing could make her go through with something that sick and vile and perverted again!
"He's gone through a whole bunch of cunts before," Butch said, grinning widely.
"Yeah," Al answered, running his fingers through his stubby crew-cut blond hair. "Even got a couple of 'em to like it."
"Don't worry about her. She digs it," Mike said.
"No, not true, not true!" she cried, clenching her fingers into two fists. Who was she trying to convince?
The animal studied her, twisting his head to one side and blinking curiously at the woman. Patty turned her attention to the approaching animal and felt her flesh crawling with fear. Her throat tightened even more as a tiny scream escaped from between her lips. It was going to happen again! Dear God, it was going to happen all over again and there was nothing she could do to stop it!
Desperately the teen wheeled around and bolted in the direction of the shed. Mike was there and caught her, shoving her roughly back by both shoulders. Patty stumbled, her legs crossing over one another. She pitched backward, her arms flailing out as she crashed down hard on the ground on her ass.
The dog went into action quickly. He was on her in a flash. His strong legs bumped the insides of her thighs. She crawled backwards, trying to get up. Fellah pursued, nuzzling his maw against her pussy. His tongue divided her swollen cuntlips, reminding her of the working over Mike had given her in the shed when she was still bound to the wall. Ohhh, how good that seemed now as she lay naked on the ground, covered with this animal!
"Go for it, baby, give 'em head, do what he wants!" Mike shouted. The others joined him, standing with their hands on their hips drinking beer while their cocks swelled up against their flys.
"Ohhhhhh!"
He was nosing around, nosing around the way Pal had earlier. Images of what had happened back in her bedroom flashed through her mind, actually exciting her while this dog slurped into her cunt. Oh, God, a dog was eating out her cunt. And what made it worse was that with each passing second his sloppy mouth was bringing back that exciting heat she'd felt earlier with Mike. He was so hot, so smooth, Patty wished he would be more forceful, slide his tongue up against her clit and . . . "Noooo!"
Somehow Patty shoved Fellah back. She had turned around and now was on her hands and knees, crawling away while whimpering through her nose. Shapes moved on either side of her. The bikers were laughing, kicking dirt in her face, commenting on how her tits dangled down from her chest and nearly touched the ground.
"Oh no, no, gotta get away, gotta ..." Patty mumbled constantly, looking back around her ass at the pursuing German shepherd. The animal darted forward again. She screamed and tried to jerk to one side. But again the animal had anticipated her move. She felt the strong legs on her back. The hairy underside of his body started pumping against her ass. Something hot and slick and sharp gouged at her cunt. The horror of what had almost happened to her brought Patty to her feet. She was in a dog-fucking position, something Fellah had obviously noted and was going to make good on if he could.
"No, get away!" she panted, staggering forward toward the cabin. Al stepped in front of her, taking her by the shoulders and shoving her back toward the shed. Patty cried out, wheeling around and nearly tripping over the large animal. Thick gouts of cunt juice oozed from her slit, wetting down her thighs. In the moonlight the men could see the slick glittering of her juice-slicked legs as she stumbled around, trying to avoid their hands and the dog's tongue. "Ohhhh, God!"
Patty had made it to the elm sheltering the van. She hooked her arms around it, scraping her feet against the big trunk. Fellah swarmed excitedly under her legs, licking her rope-burned ankles. Patty tried kicking at him and missed. His muzzle slipped up the inside of one high and went deep into her cunt. He growled and tossed his head. That sudden insertion brought a fiery shiver that spread over her flesh. Digging her fingertips into the hard bark, the blonde teen tried to climb higher on the tree. But she slipped and fell heavily to the ground.
"Nooooo!"
Patty choked, trying to get air back in her lungs. The dog was making strange sounds as he plowed her cuntlips open and ate the hot juices flowing out. It was so crazy, so wonderfully crazy! This was supposed to be torture. But the girl was almost babbling with delight as the dog licked her dry!
"Mmmmmmmm!''
She touched his pointed ears. His long muzzle and open mouth moved deeper into her slit. The white-fanged intensity of his oral fuck brought out another shivery groan from her throat. She was finally getting her breath back. But her back hurt where she'd fallen. And she felt so damned weak! "No, no, don't ..."
But her voice was only a hoarse whisper. The dog kept on lapping at her slick pussy. Once again the girl tried to discourage the animal by drawing her thighs together. But Fellah growled, clawing at her so painfully that the girl finally reopened them. Ohhh, she was a bitch in heat, a slut as Mike said, deserving whatever torture they threw at her!