Chapter 7
Jeni got to the front door and softly opened it. Outside, the grounds seemed clear of people and she heaved a great sigh of relief. She closed the door carefully and almost ran down the stairs. On the lawn she threw caution to the winds and hurried into the trees on the far side as fast as she could.
Then she heard a motor bike engine start up. And another. And another, and suddenly Jeni was staring with horror as more headlights came on, and more engines started, and the lights swung as the bikes set out after her. Sobbing with fear, she ran for the trees, but her high heels slowed her down, and the bikes were gaining too fast. There were at least six of them, and they spread out, encircling her, closing relentlessly in until she was backed up against a large tree, panting for breath and sobbing with fear.
The bikes came on until their headlights formed a circle round the terrified girl. Figures stepped off them and moved closer. There were at least six men and four or so women. They stood in front of the lights of the cycles, and Jeni couldn't see their faces. She turned quickly, but she was totally surrounded.
"Hey, hey, hey!" said a big, rumbling voice. A man stepped out of the group. He was an enormous biker, with a dirty T-shirt, jeans and a leather jacked. He still held a can of beer in his massive hand, and he took a slurp of it as he studied the teenage maid. "Fuck," he said, "that Jack sure gets the best pieces of ass. Running away, little girl?"
He strolled up until he towered over Jeni. She couldn't answer. She looked up at him and the whole of her body trembled with fear.
"No fuckin' matter," said the biker. "You were running away, slut, weren't you?"
"N-No, no!" sobbed Jeni, terrified out of her mind.
The biker's hand shot out and slapped Jeni hard across the face. She screamed and collapsed in a heap under the tree, her face stinging from the blow.
"Get up, cunt!" said the biker. Slowly, Jeni struggled to her feet, holding her cheek where her head still rang from the slap. "Now," he went on, rubbing the front of his jeans where there was already a big bulge, "you were running away, weren't you, whore?"
"Yes, yes I was," Jeni confessed, her face down, tears pouring over her cheeks.
"Now, why would you want to escape from a nice place like that?" the biker asked, a leer of pure lust on his face.
"It-it's horrible in there," Jeni sobbed, her heart breaking. "They make you do horrible things, and-and they beat me!"
The biker threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Beat you, huh? Well, what else do you expect for nasty little cunts like you who run away? Hey?"
He threw his head back again and all of them joined in the laughter.
"You see, little girl," the biker said, "Jack is, well, kinda a friend of ours, isn't that right?"
"Yeh, that's right," said one of them, and all of them laughed.
"And he likes us to stop the stupid ones who
M try to run away, and make sure they don't do it again, isn't that right?" he bellowed again.
The circle of dark figures erupted with laughter and Jeni trembled and almost passed out.
"Come here, cunt," said the big biker, and Jeni dropped to her knees and pleaded with him not to harm her. He just laughed again and reached down.
Jeni screamed as he hauled her upwards by her long dark hair and then dropped her back onto her knees in front of him. Jeni sobbed and gasped as she stared at the bulge in the front of his jeans.
"Open them!" said the biker.
With her hands trembling almost out of control, Jeni reached up and worked the zip on his pants down until it was open to the bottom.
"Now take my cock out, slut!" said the biker.
Jeni's head spun, and her mouth was dry as she reached in and felt the hard flesh of the man's cock. She pulled it out, nine inches of throbbing hot flesh in her young fingers. In the light of the headlamps the other members of the gang were gathering round, closing in on the girl.
"You had a cock before?" the biker asked with an evil chuckle.
Helplessly, Jeni nodded as the tears rolled down her face.
"So suck it, cunt," said the biker, and he took a drink of his beer.
Jeni sobbed, but her full red lips slowly went down to caress the tip of his huge fucker. A smell came off it, and she almost gagged as she tried to make her dry mouth salivate. She licked at the tip and heard him give a grunt of approval.
"Now lick it all the way down, fuckmeat," he ordered, and Jeni helplessly did as she was told, hearing the nasty comments of the group gathered round, leaning in to watch her lick her way as far down his prick as she could.
"Now Jack trusts us to convince any little cunt who escapes, not to do it again," said the biker with a grunt of lust as he took Jeni's head and forced her mouth down over his cock. "So we're gonna convince you not to do it again, right here, under this tree. It's not the nicest of jobs, you understand, but somebody's got to do it." He laughed again while the roars of approval rang out. "Now suck me off," said the biker, "I can't wait until we've done you over."
Jeni moaned and she was almost sick. She didn't know exactly what he meant, but his whole tone meant that it was going to be horrible. She shuddered as he grabbed her head and forced her mouth deeper onto his cock, thrusting up to ram it into the back of her throat.
"Suck it good, whore," he snapped, "or I teach you manners before we teach you not to escape!"
Jeni couldn't think any more, the terror was too great. She did as he told her to do, sucking on his cock and running her tongue over the hard surface as she had learned to do recently. His stiff prickshaft swelled in her mouth, and the biker gave a groan of lust as he held her by the hair and slowly fucked her mouth, in and out, sliding his massive cock slowly into Jeni's face with its terrified, staring eyes.
"That's better," he said. "All of you wanna blow job?" he asked, and the crowd roared again while Jeni struggled and wept at the thought of having to do something like this to all the men around her.
"Shit," said a voice, "I'm gonna have this slut suck me 'till I can't stand anymore!" Jeni realized it was one of the women, standing close to her, her tight leather hot pants inches from her face.
Gasping for breath, Jeni tried to forget what they were going to do to her. The biker still held her head with one hand, but the other one was running over the other girl's swelling tits as she opened the front of her shirt for him. As he felt the tight buds of her nipples, Jeni felt his cock swell even larger in her mouth. He grinned and opened the front of her hot pants.
"You see that belt he's wearing," said the girl suddenly, pulling Jeni's head back until she could focus on the wide hard leather running through the loops of the biker's jeans. "You're gonna know that belt real well in a little while."
Jeni's head burned with pain as the biker's cock rammed into her throat and he held her by the hair, forcing her down on him. The thrusts of his cockshaft were getting faster, and Jeni knew that before long he would be shooting all his cum into her mouth and she would have to swallow it. It was an awful thought, but she had swallowed a lot of cum that day, and it wasn't half such a terrible thought as the pain that would come after he had shot. In fact, the pulse of his cock as it rushed up and into her mouth, building for the climax, was doing those strange things to her. She was getting aroused, just the feel of cockmeat in her mouth was setting her off again. It was too terrible to think about, but she could feel her panties getting wet as she sucked and grasped his thick cock, running her hand up and down his cockshaft as it beat in between her lips, rocking backwards and forwards, opening her mouth, letting the tip of his swollen cockhead just reach into her throat at each thrust.
Then she felt him coming. His hand held her hair tighter, and he shoved her head deeper onto his cock as he roared and thrust, and Jeni felt the cum rushing out of his balls and down the tube in his throbbing prick.
"Oaaaahhhh, shit!" the biker bellowed. "Oh shit, I'm coming! Momma, I'm comin'!"
The whole of the circle burst into raucous laughter. With a sudden swing of her hips, the girl standing by Jeni, threw one leg around Jeni's head and then rammed her crotch into the back of Jeni's neck as the first spurts of cum shot into her mouth. The girl put her arms round the biker's neck and heaved her hips into him, forcing Jeni' mouth onto his cock to the . hilt. Jeni couldn't breathe. The sour smell of the biker's cock hair invaded her nostrils and her throat opened helplessly to take the floods of cum shooting into it. His cock jumped and spurted, and the biker bellowed as he thrust into Jeni's mouth and the girl held her onto his cock, sliding her legs up the biker, forcing Jeni's face into his cock until the last of the cum had dribbled out and Jeni was choking and weeping helplessly.
The girl swung her legs around again and let Jeni fall to the grass, gasping for air as she lay there. Above her, the biker chuckled and the girl slid her hands over his still hard, prickshaft.
"She don't suck as good as me, eh Mac?" she said, thrusting her tits at him.
Mac grinned. "You want what she's gonna too get?" he asked.
Sulkily, the girl let go of his cock and stepped back. "Shit, you fuckin' shit!" she said. "Fuck it, she can't even deep throat you right, so fuck off, you cunt!"
Another biker grabbed her instantly. Mac just watched as they took the girl over to where one of the strong branches of a tree hung about twelve feet from the ground.
"Oh shit," said Mac, "it's hardly worth it. Just let the cunt hang there while we deal with this one, then we'll get back to her."
"Okay Mac," said one of the other bikers. Jeni half sprawled on the ground at Mac's feet while she watched two of the men take the girl's wrists and lash them together while she yelled and screamed her defiance at them. Then they attached a long piece of rope to the rope between her wrists and threw it over the branch of the tree. The girl yelled and cursed at them, but they pulled the rope tight, and she was heaved up by her arms until her feet just touched the ground. Then one of the bikers tied the rope to another branch, and the girl swung slightly as she tried to keep her toes on the ground to steady herself.
"Stupid slut!" one of the biker's said, pulling the girl's shirt open and twisting her thrusting nipples. The girl gave a yell and tried to kick out at him, but he slapped her across m the face and she fell back, still yelling at him. Another of the men wrenched the front of the girl's hot pants further open and then pulled them down her legs until she hung there with nothing but the open shirt on.
"You guys carry on," he said, sliding his hand between the girl's thighs. "I'm gonna have me some ass while I watch."
"You fucker!" snarled the girl, but he just laughed and went behind her.
Jeni didn't get to see any more for a while. Suddenly hands grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. They didn't make her strip, they did it for her, pulling her maid's uniform brutally off, tearing it in several places. Then the slip and bra and panties came off, also almost ripped to shreds, and Jeni stood in front of them in nothing but her stockings and high heels, which miraculously had stayed on her feet.
Dazed and trembling as she was, Jeni was forced to her knees and then further down onto her hands. As she crouched there, her body shaking, her tits quivering in the cool night air, Jeni felt ropes being run round her body.
"Oh, please, no," she sobbed, but a sharp slash of something thin and hard across her already sore ass, shut her up very fast.
They lashed thick strands of rope above and below her tits, then worked strands down the center of her back until they could tie those to the ropes being lashed round her calves and thighs. Slowly they pulled on these ropes and Jeni was pitched forward onto her face as her ankles were pulled in until they touched the inside of her white thighs. She moaned in pain as a thin stick was forced up into the back of her knees as the ropes lashing her ankles to her thighs were tightened until the thin stick was securely in place and kept her knees wide apart.
They rolled the terrified girl onto her back and she stared up at them, sobbing. Her knees were almost as wide apart as they could be, and she couldn't move them closer because of the stick. So her innocent young pussy was wide open for them all to appreciate, and from the whistles of appreciation they did.
Then a rope was put around Jeni's neck. It wasn't a slip knot, but it was tight enough to give her trouble breathing, and she gasped at them as one of the men pulled on it to make sure he could haul her body with it.
"No, please!" she gasped, and she screamed for help as loudly as she could.
"Oh shit!" said Mac. "You'll have to gag her too. Shit!"
Jeni tried to beg again, but it was too late. Pieces of material were stuffed into her mouth until she could only breathe through her nose, and not very well at that. Then a long piece of something was wrapped round her face to keep the other stuff in. Jeni stared at her tormentors as they looked down at her and one of the men ran his hands over her bound tits as they thrust out from between the two tight sections of rope.
Then they pushed her onto her face again, and Jeni struggled and gasped for breath as she smelt the dampness of the grass her nose was forced into. Her hands were brutally twisted behind her back and tied at the wrists and elbows, so that she was utterly helpless. Then she felt another piece of rope being run through the strands that ran down her back.
She screamed into the gag, but nothing came out. They were pulling on the rope, and her whole body was being lifted off the ground, inch by inch. They stopped for a moment to shove the connection further up her back so that her body balanced and swung on the taut rope. Then they went on heaving, and slowly Jeni's helpless body was hauled up until she swung about three feet from the ground, face down. Her arms were behind her back, her legs spread wide by the stick and lashed ankle to thigh, and her tits thrust out, painfully from the ropes.
As she swung, Jeni got a glimpse of the girl hanging from the other branch. Behind her, the biker held her hips and was ramming his cock into her. The girl moaned with each thrust, and Jeni had the terrible idea that the man might actually be fucking her ass, but that was impossible, surely?
Then one of the bikers heaved on the rope round Jeni's neck and the poor girl swung towards him. He let go and she swung back, screaming into the gag. Again he pulled her, swinging her higher, letting her go, pulling again, until Jeni was swinging high into the air with each heave on the rope.
Then, as she reached the peak of her helpless swing, Jeni felt the group stiffen with expectation. She began to swing down, picking up speed as she swung like a pendulum. Her eyes staring as the ground rushed by she wondered what they were going to do to her.
She didn't have long to wait. She just heard the swish of something through the air. As she reached the bottom of her swing, and she was traveling at her fastest, the most unbearable agony burst out of her tightly bound ass. At the moment of highest impact, Mac had slashed his thick belt into Jeni, and her momentum almost stopped.