Chapter 1
"Oh no," Sandy Halter said. She looked over at her sister in the passenger seat.
"What happened?" Barbara asked, clutching her purse.
"I don't know, it just stopped," Sandy said. She tried the starter again, but it didn't even turn over.
"What do we do? We'll be late for church,'" Barbara said, turning to look back along the deserted road.
"I don't know. We'll have to get out and wait to see to see if somebody comes along."
There wasn't much hope of that, and Sandy knew it. But she was the older sister and she had to sound cheerful. Not that anything terrible would happen, it was only three miles to the town, and if Mr. Jackson was in, they would call from there. But she thought Mr. Jackson was out of town.
Insects hummed. The heavy, steamy summer air made them very uncomfortable in their formal, church clothes as they stood by the car, waiting. The flat fields rolled out on either side with no relief.
"Shouldn't we put the hood up?" Barbara asked.
"I don't know how to," Sandy said, almost snapping at her sister. She was very hot and uncomfortable.
There was the low purr of something approaching them from the direction of the town. Out of the dust cloud appeared a bunch of motorcycles and Barbara got a bit uneasy. Her father always said how evil motorcycle gangs were.
There were five of them and they swept up, then swung across the road and stopped, their engines shuddering. They were big bikes, rough ones, with the name Harley-Davidson on the sides. Barbara clutched her purse close, expecting to be robbed.
"Hi," said a man in a black leather jacket, "trouble?"
"Yes," Sandy said uncertainly, "our car won't start."
"Okay," the biker said, "let's have a look, hey, Roy, take a look back, there may be a phone at that house, if we need help."
"I think ..." Sandy said, but her voice was drowned in the roar of the bike as it took off.
The other four bikers stood their machines up and came to the car. Sandy was trembling a bit, but they seemed perfectly friendly. There was one girl with them, and she sat on a bike, looking at the two sisters coolly.
"Okay," the man said, "pop the hood."
"I don't know how to," Barbara said, rather shame-faced.
One of the bikers leaned in and bumped the hood open.
"Okay, take a look at this, Ned," the original biker said. He grinned at the two girls. "Going somewhere? You sure look pretty."
"Yes," Sandy said, "to church."
"Ah," the biker said and dived under the hood with Ned.
The girls waited, turning anxiously to the blazing sun. The other two bikers stood and stared, which made them feel even more uncomfortable. Sandy and Barbara had led sheltered lives, but they knew that a lot of boys looked at them, and often made remarks.
They were both very pretty. Sandy was nineteen with a wide mouth, pale blue eyes and a straight nose, set in a face that could look bold, or shy, according to her mood. Her figure was well-covered by her ornamental church dress, but it couldn't disguise a pair of high, thrusting tits, her tight ass-cheeks and something of her long, shapely legs. She pushed her blonde, shoulder-length hair back and hoped the bikers would hurry with the car.
Barbara trembled visibly, holding her head down, clutching her purse. She was just over a year younger than Sandy, and had missed the blonde hair by a whisker, but compensated with fuller, wavier pale brown hair that fell to her shoulders. Barbara was petite, only just over five feet tall, with a figure to match, tiny, trim, like a small hour-glass.
Where Sandy was pretty, Barbara was beautiful. Her face shared the same basic patterns, but her mouth was fuller, innocently more sensual, her cheek bones just a touch higher, her eyes just a little more limpid. She shifted her little, rather Victorian, boots in the gravel. Then-father thought they were proper, many boys around called them sexy, which shocked both the girls.
The sound of a bike returning made them all look up. Roy cruised in and parked.
"Nope," he said, "nobody home, no phone."
"Okay," said the leader. "You live around here?"
"Yes," Sandy said, "back ten miles." "Okay." He looked thoughtful. "Your dad home? Maybe he can help." "No," Sandy said, "he's away for the weekend."
"Ah, and your mom's no good at cars, hey?"
"Mom left home two years ago," Sandy said and wished she hadn't.
The whole group of bikers shifted and little and looked at each other.
"Okay," the leader said, strolling forward, "uh, you know that house up there? He jerked his thumb toward the town.
"You mean the Jackson's?" Sandy said. "Big, white one, set back?"
"Yeah."
"I did say, but you didn't hear," Sandy said, "he's away, don't know when he'll be back." She didn't mention this time that he had left to try and get his wife to come back. It was well known around, but never talked about. The Jacksons hadn't got along real well for years.
"Okay," the leader said and a strange wave of chuckles passed around the bikers.
"Hey, got it," Ned shouted from under the hood.
"Come look, girls," the leader said, "you can tell your dad what to look for."
The last thing the girls wanted to do was look under a dirty car hood, but they didn't dare refuse. Timidly they went around and stared at the strange mass of wired and metal.
"See?" Ned said, looking up at them. "Just the battery connection, tell your dad to keep them clean, corrodes, see?" He showed the girls a wire with a lot of white stuff on it. They nodded.
Ned slipped, rocking the car.
"Shit!" he said. "Oh, sorry girls."
Sandy didn't say anything, but she was sure she heard the back door of the car close as Ned spoke. She didn't investigate, she was just happy to get the car going again.
"What do I owe you?" she asked, reaching for her purse.
"Oh, forget it," Ned said, closing the hood, "just a real treat to help out two such, real great girls."
"They were very nice," Barbara said as Sandy started the engine.
"Yes," Sandy said shortly. She drove off, waving to the bikers as they went.
Suddenly Barbara screamed, twisting around in the seat. There, between them, was the girl biker, a wicked-looking knife in her hand.
"Hold it, sister," she said, "just slow down."
"What do you want?" Sandy asked, her heart pounding with fear.
"I want some relief from five fuckin' bikers," the girl said with a chuckle. "And you're gonna be it."
She held the knife close to Sandy's throat and the helpless girl shuddered as she braked the car. "Now, follow the bikes," the girl said. She was a skittishly pretty girl, with a pouting mouth and hair as long as Barbara's and a little darker. It was also dirty and knotted, but she didn't seem to care.
The bikes swept past and Sandy did as she was told, the feel of the knife at her throat making her shudder. She realized now that the girl must have gotten in while they were lured to look under the hood.
"Do you want money?" she asked, her throat dry. "I've got some money."
The girl laughed. "Just follow the bikes."
They swept into the Jacksons' drive and Sandy realized how bad things were. Not only was the Jacksons' house set back from the road, it was almost completely concealed in summer by the band of windbreaker trees and bushes. Nobody would see them, or the car, from the road. Her panic got worse.
"Out," the girl said as they pulled up in the middle of the pack of bikes.
"Oh, please, what are you going to do with us?" Barbara gasped, breaking into tears.
"Out!" the girl snapped.
Trembling from head to foot, the two girls got out. Instantly two of the bikers grabbed them and hustled them up the steps to the front door.
"Stop it!" Sandy yelled.
She struggled in the iron grip of the biker, but he pushed the door open and heaved her inside. Ned must have broken the lock when he scouted the place.
Sandy stared around the room. She didn't know the Jacksons' very well, but she had been here. The furniture was comfortable, several easy chairs and the large sofa she remembered. There was the television and some new machines around it she hadn't seen before.
But her thoughts were cut off by the sound of engines. The bikers moved their bikes and the girls' car into the garage, hiding them completely from the road.
"Well, nice," said the biker, holding Sandy. "I'm Wolf, this is Kyle."
The girls just trembled and Barbara burst into more tears.
"Get over there," Wolf said, tossing Sandy like a doll into the middle of the room. She gasped, almost lost her footing, but recovered just as Barbara was thrown in to meet her. They clung together, terrified out of their minds.
The two bikers walked around the room, examining the drawers and cupboards.
"Ah," Wolf said as he found the drinks cabinet. "Shit, fuckin' half-empty."
"Nothin' in the fridge, either," Kyle said from the kitchen.
"Shit!" Wolf sighed. "We'll send Lala out, she won't wanna see the start, anyway."
The other biker laughed.
The rest of the bikers crowded in and looked around the room.
"Okay," the leader said, flopping into one of the easy chairs, "how about meeting the boys? I'm Dale, this is Wolf, Roy, Ned, 'n' Kyle."
"What do you want?" Sandy asked. "I've got money, and I can get more."
"Sorry, doll, not money," Dale said. He leaned back in the chair and scratched his crotch. "You're gonna entertain us today, and tonight, it'll be real nice."
"Entertain?" Sandy quavered. She thought she knew what he meant, but couldn't bring herself to think it.
The rest of the bikers flopped into chairs and onto the sofa, waiting like a circle of wolves around the girls.
"Yeah," Dale said slowly, "so who's gonna take their nice dress off first? Huh?"
Sandy shrieked, and Barbara sank to the floor, sobbing her heart out.
"You can't!" Sandy screamed. "We're virgins!"
The bikers roared with laughter.
"Okay," Dale said as he leaned back, "you're gonna be virgins for about another, well, half-hour, hour? I dunno, see how we feel."
"No!" Sandy shrieked, shaking from head to foot. She only now realized how desperate things really were. They wouldn't be missed at church because they had originally been going with their father to visit their aunt today. Sandy wished to heaven they had. Only at the last minute had their father changed his mind. He wanted to be alone, he said.
"Oh, come on, now," Dale said. "If one of you doesn't volunteer, we'll have to persuade you. Now that . . . well, look what Wolfs got."
Sandy shrieked as she saw Wolf drawing a horrible whip through his fingers. The whip had a short handle and many knotted tails reaching from it. He put that down and took up a very thin rod, sliding that across his face, smiling at them.
"Oh, God, no!" Sandy gasped, shuddering as Barbara clung to her ankles. "You perverts, you, you ..."
The bikers laughed. Dale waved his hand and they stopped.
"I'll count to three," Dale said. "One."
"No!"
"Two."
"Stop it, no!"
"Three! Get her, boys!"
Sandy screamed, but she was grabbed by Wolf and Roy and hustled around to the back of the sofa, then thrown face down over it. She struggled and screamed, staring at her sister who was crouched on the floor, weeping bitterly.
"Here, guys," Kyle said, coming in from the kitchen. He tossed a length of rope to Wolf and cut another one which he threw to Roy.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Sandy screamed as she wriggled against the hand pressing into her back. Wolf took her ankle and pulled her leg to the side, lashing the rope around it. Sandy gasped, her heart pounding in terror as she tried to see what they were doing.
Wolf lashed her ankle to the leg of the sofa. Then Ned took her other leg and lashed her ankle to the other leg of the sofa.
"Ohhhh, God!" Sandy screamed as her legs were pulled wide apart, forcing her feet off the floor until she hung across the back of the sofa, her lovely dress riding up, almost as far as her knees.
But that wasn't the worst. While Wolf kept his hand in the small of her back, Roy and Ned took her hands, lashing ropes around them, over the lacy white gloves she always wore to church.
"Oh, don't, please, don't!" Sandy wept as they took the ropes and tied them to the front legs of the sofa, pulling them really tight. Sandy moaned in terror as she hung there, pinned over the back of the sofa. Her ass stuck up helplessly. She was well, and truly, trussed up.
Then Wolf added another horror. He took her lovely dress, with the lacy petticoats underneath, and tossed it up, over her tightly bound ass until it was totally exposed and her dress fell over her head.
"Stop them!" Sandy screamed in terror as Wolf ran his hands over her ass.
"Nice!" He chuckled as his fingers played over the tight white panties and suspender belt. Wolf slid his hands down the lacy straps to the tops of Sandy's white stockings where he played around, caressing her soft white thighs.
"Get up!" Dale snapped to Barbara.
Barbara struggled to her feet, her face lined with tears.
"And wipe your face," Dale added.
Barbara did as she was told, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve.
"It's dead simple," Dale said. "Wolf's gonna whip your sister's ass until you take that dress off. Got that?"
Barbara shuddered and looked around the room for mercy.
"Don't do it, Barbara!" Sandy screamed. "Whatever they do to me!"
Barbara blubbered as she stood in the middle of the carpet, shaking with terror.
"Tough, huh?" Wolf said. He picked up the thin rod and ran it under Sandy's nose. "Normally I start with the whip, but, for real hard bitches, we can start with this."
"You beast!" Sandy wept. "You're an agent of the devil, that's what you are."
"Oh, don't worry, honey, we can do all this on our own." He grinned and vanished behind the sofa.
"Start taking that dress off," Dale said.
Barbara stared at her sister, still clutching her purse as if it would save her.
Sandy yelled and screamed as she felt Wolf slide his hands up the sides of her panties, working them together and into the crack of her ass. He stepped back and Sandy trembled from head to foot, struggling helplessly against the bonds.
Barbara started sobbing as she watched the thin rod rising above her sister's ass.
There was a swish and the rod bit into Sandy's tight ass-cheeks, and bounced up again.
For a split second, Sandy held still. Then she lurched, straining against the bonds, her scream of agony echoing off the walls.
The rod lashed down again, cutting into Sandy's flesh with a sickening slap.
Sandy screeched, her body trembling from head to foot. Her ass jumped and heaved, two thin lines of red right across it. "Oh don't, no! Stop!"
Wolf leaned in and pushed her dress out of the way, back over the struggling girl's head. Then he stepped back and lashed her ass again, getting another terrible scream from Sandy.
"Take that dress off," Dale said, "it's that simple."
"Oh please, don't," Sandy begged. "Don't do that!"
"Don't give in!" Barbara screamed. But the rod landed again, beating another red line in Sandy's flesh, and she groaned with rising fear. Her ass was burning, erupting with agony at each stroke of the terrible rod. It was made of some hard plastic and that made it very flexible. It bit into her skin, and almost the whole of her ass was flaming red, the stain spreading with each stroke.
"Fuck!" Roy gasped, wriggling in one of the chairs. "I gotta fuck somethin' soon, or I'm gonna bust."
"You hold up, you horny fucker." Dale chuckled. "You'll get yours."
The rod lashed Sandy's ass and she screamed in agony, her whole body gyrating on the sofa back. Another hard stroke and she broke.
"Aagghhh! Please, Barbara, oh God! Aaahh! Do as they say, please, take it off!" She begged as another vicious stroke lashed her tight ass. "I can't take it!"
"Ohhh, no, please, I can't, I can't!" Barbara wailed, her hands clutching her purse ever tighter.
"Won't you help your poor sufferin' sister?"
Dale joked from his chair.
Barbara screamed as she saw that he had taken his cock out and was stroking it as he watched Sandy's suffering. Barbara had never seen a man's cock before, but she knew what it was, and Dale's cock looked enormous. The idea that she could ever take anything like that in her tiny little pussy was unbelievable. If that was what men had, she would stay a virgin, never marry.
"Take it off!" Sandy screamed as she struggled on the sofa back, the rod lashing her suffering ass. "Barbara, take it off, I can't stand it, take it off! Aaggghh!"
Barbara trembled, looking at the thick tower of cock-meat that Dale held in his hand, then back at her sister, struggling, begging her to take her dress off. It was a nightmare.
"Help me, take it-aaagghhh! Take it off!" Sandy sobbed as her ass was beaten to a pulp.
Barbara wept helplessly. Her purse dropped from her nerveless fingers, and she raised a trembling hand to the neck of her dress.
"Take it off! Oh, God, I hope they whip you like this!" Sandy screamed suddenly as Barbara hesitated, her fingers sliding, trembling over the top button of her dress. "Take it off-aagghh!"
Her head spinning, her sobs shaking her whole body, Barbara reached up and undid the top button of her dress.