Chapter 7
Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny. Bill stirred sleepily on the huge bed where he, Edy and Roberto had spent the night alternating period of sleep with more bizarre fucking. The effects of the cocaine seemed to last well past the time he would have expected, and the potent drug had created in him an incredible sexual power that allowed him to do things he had never thought possible. He had fucked Edy again, as had Roberto. There seemed no end to their passion. Bill stretched lazily as the sun bathed his naked body with warmth. But now, oddly enough, despite the extended orgy, he felt fully rested and pleasant.
He rose from the bed, making sure not to wake the others, who slept soundly. His eye was struck by Edy, nakedly lying on the white satin coverlet. Her appetizing, radiant form glistened in the morning light, and she looked more ravishing and desirable than ever. He again remembered scenes from her movies and felt himself to be the luckiest man in the world to have been able to bury his rock-hard cock deep into her warmly clasping cunt over and over, a feat that ninety per cent of the males in the world wished that they could do. Even at that early hour he felt his penis begin to stir again at the memory of the incredible fucking that had taken place in the last twenty-four hours. His life had changed in a way that he never would have expected; he had discovered through Edy aspects of his animal nature that had lain buried for all these years. He felt truly like a bull-god, a Titan.
He quickly slipped into his clothes and went downstairs to make himself some coffee. As he waited for the water to boil, he smoked slowly on a cigarette, savoring each puff and glancing around the enormous, well-equipped kitchen. He felt comfortable surrounded by the luxurious appointments of Edy's house, and wondered if he would ever be satisfied with his former life after what had happened. Then, in a flash, a cold sweat began to break out on his forehead as an image of Lori surge into his consciousness.
My God, he thought in a panic, I forgot all about Lori!
He remembered trying to reach her by phone the night before, but in his subsequent drugged state he had forgotten all about her. Hastily he went to the kitchen extension phone and dialed his home number. He let it ring ten times, and with each ring it became more apparent that his vulnerable young wife was not at home, in fact hadn't been home since last night. The tips of Bill's fingers froze in fear as he hung up the receiver and realized that something was wrong, desperately wrong! In a rush of anxious guilt the full extent of his behavior in the last day reached him with shattering force. The lavish beach-house, which had only moments ago appeared to him as a place of comfort and excitement, not took on the aspect of imminent danger. His sexual degeneracy with Edy and her fiancé pressed in on him like vulgar phantoms; his mind spun with remorse.
Christ, if any thing's happened to Lori, I'll never forgive myself.
He regretted having left her so early the morning before without resolving their violent conflict, and his brain flooded with terrifying thoughts; perhaps she'd done something to herself... in her condition she might have even...taken her life!
Oh God! Oh God, his mind screamed, what have I done!
Within minutes he had gathered his coat and attaché case and, leaving a brief explanatory note for Edy, he got into his car and drove towards Los Angeles.
Just let me be in time, he prayed, before anything happens! Please, just let me be in time!
At about the same time, Lori was awakening in the isolate shack where she was being held captive by the studs. After her lovemaking with Rina, she had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. Now, slowly she came awake.
"Morning...." a merry, young voice said.
It was Rina, who had been waiting for her pretty new friend to wake up. At first Lori was startled, for she had nearly forgotten where she was; but the sight of the young blonde teenager kneeling beside her cot, gazing at her with tender adoration, eased her mind. She sat up and gazed around the crude room.
"Where's Spyder?" she asked timidly.
"He's gone to meet the rest of the Studs," Rina replied. 'They were all out celebrating last night and got so drunk they never made it back to the cabin. But they'll be here soon."
The thought of having to face the entire gang of outlaws made Lori shiver with fear.
"I've got to leave here Rina...I've got "Oh you can't... Spyder said to make sure you didn't get away ... he said you have to meet the entire club."
"But my husband ... I have to reach my husband...."
"Don't worry," Rina said, trying to reassure her with a gentle touch of her hand, "it's okay. Besides, Spyder doesn't like to have his orders crossed. He can get awful mad sometimes. He said you couldn't leave until the initiation was over...."
"Initiation? What initiation ... I thought what happened yesterday was enough...how much more do I have to go through?"
Tears flooded Lori's eyes, and she buried her face in her hands shaking with terrified sobs. Rina embraced the weeping young wife and tried to comfort her.
"Don't be afraid," she said. "It'll be over soon. Would you like some coffee? I've got water boiling on the hotplate."
"Yes .. . yes...." Lori replied in a small, thin voice, "that would help."
She watched as the bosomy youngster poured her a cup of instant coffee. Again, despite the fact that deep inside she was shocked at this teenager's sexual degeneracy, making love to her had been one of the most exciting, wonderful experiences in her life. It was a puzzling fact which her mind could not comprehend. But she knew that despite her revulsion, she felt a warm kinship with Rina, a real affection. But yet it was wrong! Wrong and sinful! Just as Aunt Dorothy had told her! The dark-haired young wife tried desperately to clear her head ... to gain some kind of perspective, but the staggering events that had taken place were more than she could handle. She yearned desperately to be home again with her husband, safe and secure.
Oh Bill, her mind whispered, I need you so much...I need you to help me! Oh, help me please!!
Bill reached his apartment by noon. He became immediately alarmed when he realized that the entrance door was not locked. Moving quickly inside the apartment, his heart began to pound violently when he saw the living room in complete disarray. Then his eyes focused on Lori's bra and panties that lay crumpled in the corner. He picked up the garments and examined them closely, terror surging through his brain. There was no question that the nylon panties had been torn, as if ... as if his wife had been raped!
"Oh no! NO!" he cried out in the empty room. "OH GOD, WHAT'S HAPPENED!"
While he had been reveling obscenely the previous day with Edy, his wife had been raped and either kidnapped or...or...MURDERED!
"JESUS! JESUS!" he groaned. Blindly he stumbled to the phone to call the police. Then, through his blurred vision he saw a note folded and placed conspicuously on the telephone. He opened it and read the contents: YOUR WIFE IS SAFE. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN COME TO THE CABIN AT THE END OF MURRA Y ROAD OFF BEMIS DRIVE IN LAUREL CANYON. COME ALONE! DO NOT CONTACT POLICE OR SHE WILL BE HARMED! FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS PERFECTLY OR WE SHALL TAKE FURTHER REVENGE! YOU ARE BEING WATCHED!!
Bill's hands shook as he finished the note and his body was trembling with anger and fear. Someone had kidnapped Lori, but why? For what reason? At first he thought of calling the police, despite the note, but then thought the better of it. If the apartment was being watched the bastard probably knew every step Bill was taking.
This guy must be crazy...completely crazy! If I don't do what he says there's no telling what might happen to Lori.
His eye fell on a framed photograph of his wife that sat next to the phone. She looked so sweet and innocent that his heart leapt with renewed love for her. It was a vivid contrast to the open vulgarity of Edy Randall, and he cursed himself inwardly for letting himself be swept up into her grotesque world without a second thought. Sure, he and Lori had their difficulties, what couple doesn't? But they could work them out! He resolved then and there that if he found his wife alive he would never again be so foolish as to leave her like he had the morning before.
Lori. . . Lori, he called inwardly, I'm coming to find you darling! I love you! Believe that, my dearest, I love you, YOU! I'LL FIND YOU AND BRING YOU HOME AGAIN!
Stuffing the note quickly into his jacket pocket, he left his apartment and began his journey to Laurel Canyon.
"What kind of ... initiation is it?" Lori asked in a timid voice as she and Rina sipped then-coffee.
"Well... I think they're going to pull a train...."
"What?" the young wife asked, puzzled. "What does that mean?"
Rina gazed at her, wondering what Lori's reaction would be when she told her what was in store. The teenager was used to such things, in fact she really enjoyed it when the gang pulled a train on her. But she knew the innocent young wife might react badly.
"It means...." Rina groped to find the right words, "it means that.. . you can love every man in the club ... all of them...."
"All of them?" Lori queried, still puzzled and growing anxious. "I don't understand . .. how...how...."
Like a clap of thunder the full impact of what the blonde girl was saying became clear to her.
"You mean...you mean...that they all... all are going to ... "
"Fuck you...yes...."
Lori dropped her cup with a sharp clatter, and felt herself growing faint. The idea of being taken forcibly by the entire outlaw gang was so horrifying to her that a dizzying blackness began to overtake her.
"It's all right," Rina said, seeing Lori's face drain of all color and her body begin to slump. "I'll help you..."
Lori managed to regain her consciousness at the last moment, and with all her strength she faced the young nymphet.
"How?" she asked in a voice shivering with fright. "How can you help me?"
"Because I've done it before...Oh, I know it seems awful to you. . . and it is hard sometimes .. . but there are ways to make it easy for yourself . .. and who knows .. . maybe you'll even like it."
"Never!" Lori moaned. "Never!"
Tears gushed from her eyes. Rina moved to her and embraced her once more.
"You shouldn't say that," she said soothingly. "After all, you didn't think you'd like to make love to me, did you? And that wasn't so bad . .. you did like me, didn't you? Oh, Lori, I enjoyed licking out your pussy too much, and it was so good feeling your tongue in mine...will you trust me? I'll help you if you'll only trust me?"
Lori looked at Rina, gazing deep into the young teenager's sparking blue eyes. She knew that there was no point in resisting now...that she had to surrender to whatever fate had in store. There was no escape! The girl was asking her to trust her, and much as she feared what might happen, instinctively the lawyer's wife knew she should do as Rina asked. With a deep, weary moan, she embraced the young blonde and allowed her terror to drain away.
"Oh thank you, Lori," Rina exclaimed happily. "Everything is going to be all right, I know it."
Then, a loud rumbling sound was heard coming from outside the cabin.
"What's that?" Lori asked, her body growing cold and tense.
"That's the Studs...their motorcycles are coming up the road...."
Taylor's wife drew back in alarm.
"Don't be afraid," Rina said, taking her hand and pressing it warmly. "I'll tell you what to do ... now listen, listen close...there isn't much time...."
Spyder pulled up alongside the shack, riding his Harley chopper with the ease of a cowboy on a swift spirited horse. Years of riding had taught him how to know his iron-stallion completely, and riding was second nature. With ease he swerved neatly to a stop, as the rest of the outlaw gang roared up behind him. There were twelve other men, and six "mama's" who rode on the cycles behind the men, their arms clamped tightly around their "old man's" waists. One by one the cycles came to a halt, as the Studs made a protective ring around the shack with their imposing machines. The men were all dressed similarly to Spyder, with cutoff jackets, greasy Levi's and boots. All had the death's-head stitched to the back of their cutoffs. Some wore Nazi helmets and insignia, others wore chains around their waists; a few had black leather motorcycle jackets, worn under the cutoffs. They were sweaty and dirty from riding, and several were still drunk from the all-night drinking session in their favorite bar a few miles from their headquarters. Their women, who were dressed similar to Rina in denims, tight jeans, and lace up boots, all had voluptuously appetizing bodies vulgarly outlined by the tight denims they wore. Some were blonde, some redheaded, some were brunettes; they were heavily made up, outlining their eyes and lips in crude sensuality. They were tough, as tough as their swarthy men, and most were just as drunk. A boisterous, excitement pervaded their arrival, and they laughed loudly and shouted to one another.
"Hey Spyder," a boy with an earring called out. "Do we fuck that lawyer's broad right now?"
"Take it easy," Spyder shouted back, laughing. "You'll get that sweet pussy soon enough."
"How about a little right now?" one of the girls cried, moving to the boy. "You don't have to wait for that uptight chick!"
The girl, a redhead with mammoth, jutting breasts, quickly unzipped the boy's "originals" and withdrew his cock, which hardened at once. The redhead clamped the big pulsing shaft between her legs and began shoving her hips back and forth, while the others roared with approval and encouraged them on.
"Hey, cool it," Spyder shouted with the authority of a born leader. "There's all the time in the world for that. Let's go in and meet our tasty little prize!"
Reluctantly, the redhead pulled away from the boy.
"Later, baby," the boy said. "He's right."
"Hey Eddie," Spyder called to one of the outlaws, "you stand sentry now and let me know when that bastard lawyer gets here. Rocco saw him leave the apartment at noon. I figure he'll be here soon."
"But when do I get to fuck the chick?" Eddie protested.
"Do what I tell you," the cyclists' leader snapped harshly. "You'll get all the pussy you want! But right now you stand sentry or I'll break your head! It'll take him awhile to walk up the two miles and you can get back here by the short cut to warn us. Get moving!"
With a sulky scowl, the boy slipped into the trees and disappeared.
"Now, let's go inside," Spyder said.
He moved to the door of the shack and went in as the rest of the gang followed with eager anticipation.
Lori sat at the table, twisting her wedding ring nervously as the outlaw troop entered. Immediately, Rina ran to greet Spyder, and they kissed passionately.
"I took real good care of her," she said proudly as they broke their embrace.
"Good, baby...you're a doll."
One by one the cyclists and their girls entered and moved to various corners of the shack, taking in the lush figure of the frightened wife as they did.
"Hey, she's a gorgeous piece of ass," one called.
"Do you fuck good, sweetheart?" a girl shouted.
"How big's your pussy," a burly, bearded outlaw yelled.
'Take off your clothes, cunt," the young man with the earring shouted.
"Your fuckin' husband sent Sal to jail, bitch," a buxom, hard-looking brunette cried out.
"Hold it!" Spyder commanded, as he shut the door and locked it securely. 'This here's our new friend. Lori Taylor."
There were catcalls and hoots, as several of them hurled more insults at the trembling young woman. Rina suddenly ran to the center of the room.
"She's all right," the young nymphet shouted at the gang. "She's all right!" She turned to her cyclist lover. "Spyder, don't let them say those things to her."
Spyder smiled down at his young sweetheart with something that approached tenderness.
"Anything you say, kid," he said, patting her gently on the shoulder. "You hear that?" he called to the gang. "Rina says she's okay, so watch your language!"
"Yeah?" a man with greasy blond hair hanging to his shoulders called out angrily. "What about Sal? What about the bum rap her fuckin' husband pulled on Sal?"
An angry murmur went through the gang, cries for revenge were called. Spyder held up his hands.
"Hold it! We'll get our revenge...we'll get our just dues for everything that was done to Sal. But I'm running this show, and we'll do it my way. Anybody that doesn't like the way I'm handling things can come outside and we'll see who's the top man around here! Any takers?"
The men were cowed by his words. Spyder could out-fight any of the others and they knew it. There was a respectful silence.
"Fine," Spyder continued. "Now, we're gonna have a fuckin' initiation ceremony and we're gonna do it right. So stay cool! Just stay cool, and every thing'll be fine!"
Bill Taylor had stopped at a gas station. He had nearly run out of gas and had to get off of the freeway to fill up. He fidgeted nervously as the attendant put the hose in the gas tank, and then ambled slowly to the hood of the car to check the oil.
"Don't bother," Bill said. "I know I've got oil."
"Let me check anyway," the attendant said amiably. "It'll take a minute to fill the tank anyway."
Bill felt his stomach tighten in fear, as the attendant lifted the hood. Every minute delayed could be fatal, and he was anxious to get moving. Yet there was nothing to be done. He tried to calm himself, but his tension was almost uncontrollable. The palms of his hands were damp, and beads of perspiration dripped from his forehead. It was now nearly one-thirty, and the day was hot and sticky. Suddenly the attendant slammed down the hood with a bang, and Bill's body jerked in response.
"Plenty of oil," the man said. "Let me clean that windshield for you."
"No," Bill snapped impatiently. "Look just take the hose out of the tank now, I've got enough. I'm in a hurry."
"Hell, everybody's in a hurry nowadays," the attendant mused as he replaced the hose and closed the gas tank.
"How much?" Bill asked as he hurriedly withdrew a five dollar bill from his wallet.
'Three fifty," the man said.
'Take this...." Bill said, shoving the bill at him.
"I'll get your change for you," the attendant drawled as he started towards the office.
"Don't bother," the lawyer shouted, as he started his car. In his haste he made the motor stall. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted, starting it again. "GOD DAMNIT!"
Finally successful, he drove out of the gas station with a squeal of tires. The attendant watched him go, snaking his head in amazement.
"People are nuts in this town," he said to himself, "completely nuts."
In the lonely shack, the initiation ceremony had begun. Lori was being stripped naked in front of the entire outlaw gang, who sat on the floor along the walls of the cabin drinking wine and beer from bottles. All eyes were on the voluptuous, dark-haired young woman who stood trembling in the center of the room as her blouse was removed revealing her naked upper torso. As her firmly upthrust breasts were uncovered the group snouted and whistled.
"Right on, sister!"
"Lookit them boobs! What a pair!"
"Man, would I like to get my teeth into those!"
Lori hung her head in utter humiliation as waves of shame ran through her body. In her worst nightmare, she had never experienced anything as degrading and loathsome as this! Her mind struggled to understand what was happening, to know why fate had so cruelly chosen her for this disgusting torture. Despite Rina's efforts to ease her mind she felt like the lowest creature in the world! A whore! A slut!
As the cyclists and their girls shouted lewd remarks at her and let their eyes rove lustily over her succulently gleaming breasts, she thought of Aunt Dorothy and the endless warnings.
But I tried to be good, her mind screamed, I tried so hard! How did this happen? OH GOD HELP ME! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!
"Now let's see her pussy!" someone shouted, bringing her back to reality with an icy shock.
"Yeah, let's see the rest!"
There were more hoots and whistles from the lusty crowd. At the sight of her melon-shaped breasts, shimmering silkily in the sunlight that poured through the dirty window, the outlaws I d begun to give full vent to their vile needs.
Several had taken their lust-hardened cocks out and were massaging them slowly, their eyes glued to Lori's firmly pointed globes. Others were kissing their girls and fondling their breasts. One girl had begun sucking on her man's long, whitely gleaming penis. Two of the "mama's" who had a large taste for other women as well as for their outlaws, reached down inside then-tight jeans and began to finger-fuck themselves, their eyes glazed with excitement.
Without warning, Spyder suddenly grabbed Lori's firmly fleshed breast with his broad greasy hands and kneaded them crudely. The young wife closed her eyes in utter mortification and her body tensed as the swarthy cyclist pinched the tender, pink nipples with his fingers sending sharp strings of pain through her.
"No...no," she cried, but her protests were drowned in the roar of vulgar shouts and laughter that accompanied Spyder's brutal treatment. Her naked young body quivered as he pressed the hardened buds cruelly.
"Okay baby," he said to her darkly, "phase two coming up. Take off your jeans and let them see your pussy."
Biting her lips to keep back the flood of tears that welled up from deep within, Lori unhooked her tight slacks and slowly lowered them. As the rounded curves of her sensually flaring hips were uncovered, the shouts and screams rose to a fever pitch. The outlaws were swigging down wine in rapid gulps, spilling it on themselves and growing drunker and wilder by the minute.
"What a body! Baby you are gonna be some fuck!" one shouted.
'Take it off, take it off!" another screamed, as he feverishly massaged his aching, blood-bloated penis.
"Go on honey," a heavily-rouged blonde called, "let's see what you got in there!"
In abject shame, Lori lowered her jeans further and her softly curling bush of pubic hair was revealed to the bug-eyed gaze of the excited motorcyclists. Her tender "vee" was nestled like a honey-colored flower up between her legs. At it's naked exposure the group went wild, and a bearded cyclist with curly black hair suddenly began to ejaculate, his body rocking with spontaneous orgasm.
"Christ I'm cumming!" he shouted as spurts of white, sticky semen shot forth from his aching tool to splatter against his "mama's" naked breasts. "AAAUUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
There was raucous laughter as the others watched their compatriot jerking his gushing cock wildly in hot release.
"Think you'll get it up again for the 'train?'" his girl asked, seemingly very concerned.
"Don't worry," the youth groaned as his male essence shot forth like bullets and splashed on his dirty jeans. "I'm gonna cum all night!"
Lori had momentarily stopped, shocked by the vulgar sight of the outlaw's sudden climax.
"Keep goin" Spyder snarled.
Deeply ashamed, Lori slipped the form-fitting jeans down and stepped out of them, trying to retain whatever dignity and composure was possible under the horrifying circumstances. Spyder kicked the garment away, as the group laughed and cheered.
"Now walk around and let 'em get a good eyeful of what your pussy looks like," the leader said.
The young wife felt a pang of anger charge through her, a deep resentment of the loathsome torture the hulking, sadistic outlaw was forcing upon her. Seeing her reaction, Spyder suddenly slapped her face, making Lori reel back in utter terror.
"Do as I say, bitch, and don't give me no looks!"
Rina jumped up in protest.
"Don't do that Spyder!" she cried, running to him. But Spyder pushed her roughly to the floor, irritated at her interruption.
"Let me handle this cunt, and don't bug me!"
"Rina!" Lori cried out, moving to help the fallen girl.
"No!" Rina shouted fiercely. "I'm all right. Do what he said! Please!"
Defiantly, Lori gathered all her courage and turned to the mob of drunken outlaws. Fighting back a raging fear she began to walk around the room, fully naked, for the debauched pleasure of the cyclists, and they responded like crazed animals.
"Not bad, baby!"
"Sweetheart, I'm gonna stick my prick right up into that tight little cunt of yours soon!"
"Strut your stuff, honey, strut your stuff!"
Curiously, as she walked, the young wife began to find a certain strength penetrate her shame, as if through her terrible ordeal she had discovered a reserve of courage she hadn't known existed. Despite the unspeakable humiliation of Spyder's revenge, a new aspect of her character was slowly finding its way to consciousness. Suddenly charged with new strength, Lori stood erect and pushed her fleshy, ripely jiggling breasts out in defiance, less afraid than before and determined to survive this terrible punishment as best she could. As she walked, random hands reached out and grabbed every part of her body; one particularly drunken outlaw poured wine down the front of her, bringing an enormous, vulgar laugh from the hot aroused crowd. The cool red liquid ran down her sloping breasts and made little trickles all the way down the insides of her legs. Yet, despite this, she found she could continue bravely on. She glanced with cool contempt at the grinning, taunting women in the room.
They think I'm less of a woman than they are, she thought, hut I'll show them I'm not! I'll show them!
She began to relax her body and walk with a more sensuous, provocative gait; her lush hips swung from side to side; her head was held high and her brown eyes glistened with new courage. The crowd noticed the change at once and began to lewdly encourage her, like a stripper in a burlesque show. As they urged her on with obscene ravings, Lori realized that she was actually beginning to ENJOY IT! SHE WAS WINNING THEIR APPROVAL, AND IT FILLED HER WITH A SENSE OF TRIUMPH! Just as she had found the glimmerings of a new-found excitement with Spyder, and more so with her passionate encounter with Rina, now, nakedly exposed to the vicious motorcycle outlaw gang, she discovered that the rising tides of forbidden, throbbing passion began to ripple through her rapidly awakening sensitivities.
At that moment she came face to face with Spyder. His face was twisted in a cruel, perverted smile.
"Okay, bitch... the time has come! Lay back on the floor."
The Studs gave out with a mighty roar of glee at his words, and Lori knew the dreaded moment was finally here. Her breath came faster and faster as she obediently lay back on the dirty floor in the center of the shack. She remembered the words of advice that Rina had whispered to her only moments before the Studs had arrived.
"Whatever you do," the teenager said, "don't resist it.... if you do it'll hurt awful. . . just relax and surrender..."
The lawyer's wife closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. As she did, both the men and women in the room began throwing off their own clothes, amid much noise and laughter. The men, without exception, remained in then-cutoff jackets, the symbol of their identity. Opening her eyes, Lori gasped as she saw the shack full of naked outlaws and their women, all massaging their genitals in feverish abandon.
The eyes of the men were riveted to the white, creamy body of the voluptuous young woman who was the target of their revenge. Some of them had their "mama's" sucking on their elongated penises to arouse them even further.
Two of the younger girls had gotten some leather thongs and proceeded to tie them to Lori's wrists and ankles. Spyder and another outlaw then pulled her legs roughly apart by the ankles, fully exposing the nakedly quivering flesh of her vaginal slit. Then the thongs were tied to nails in the floor. The same procedure was used to lash her wrists so that her body was spread-eagled like a goddess being sacrificed on the altar of some ancient, barbarian deity. The leather thongs were tied so tightly that Lori knew that any struggle was out of the question. She could only submit. Gritting her teeth she waited for the strange ritual to begin. The smell of beer, wine, and human bodies filled her nostrils like a sharp, pungent perfume. Yet it seemed to relax her, as she lay in her obscene position. She fought desperately to keep back the terror that rose like black bile in her throat.
Spyder, stripped except for his jacket, stood in front of her leering down crudely, and the other men lined up hungrily behind him; they were wildly aroused now, and their impatiently throbbing cocks strained for the release they knew was coming. Lori shuddered when she saw the massive size of some of their genitals, easily equaling Spyder's gargantuan penis. Another shudder of alarm ran through her, fearful that she would be torn apart by their long thicknesses.
God help me, she whispered inwardly, please GOD HELP ME!
Then, in a sudden move, Spyder was on top of her and, without warning, plunged his massively jerking cock deep into her tightly cringing pussy. The brutal force of it pushed her naked young body back onto the floor with a sudden jerk. Her wrists and ankles burned with pain, and her painfully stretched vaginal sheath felt as if it was on fire.
"NNNNNNNOOOOOO!" she cried out in protest and pain. But the jeers and laughter once again drowned her wails. Spyder swung his hips forward cruelly, burying his long, bloated shaft so hard and deep that the agonized young wife thought it was going to come out her throat. He pulled back and plunged in again, then repeating the stroke brutally again and again increasing his tempo, faster and faster. He kissed her harshly on the mouth, forcing his wet tongue deeply into her mouth as he fucked her with rough, mean strokes that caused her cuntal passage to grow boiling hot from the merciless battering.
He bent his head and sucked fiercely on her soft, fleshy breasts, making her nipples harden and begin tingling with a fiery unwanted pleasure.
"No .... OH NO!" she groaned helplessly, as the outlaw leader fucked his slave-captive with the fury of a hurricane...and the rest of the groaning members of the motorcycle gang waited nakedly in line for their turn.
Bill slowed the car as he approached the last road along Bemis Drive. A crude sign read Murray Road. Swinging the Oldsmobile onto the dirt road he pulled off to the side. The road was too narrow and overgrown to drive, and Bill realized he would have to walk. He got out of the car and locked it carefully, then looked around to get his bearings.
Glancing up the road he could see many tire tracks, but he knew no automobile could have driven through. On closer inspection they looked more like motorcycle tracks, as if a whole gang of cycles had recently come up the road. There BUI froze as a realization came to him.
The Satan's Studs!
The name of the outlaw gang flashed again into his head with the force of an explosion. Somehow he instinctively knew at that moment that Lori's rape and kidnapping had something to do with the filthy outlaw gang. Angrily he clenched his fist, his mouth tightened. If those bastards have done anything to Lori so help me .... I'll kill them!
Flushed with rage, he walked up the dusty road glancing carefully about him to make sure he wasn't being watched. Yet, hidden in the trees, Spyder's sentry grinned slyly and quickly disappeared as he took the short-cut through the woods to the shack.
Spyder grunted and heaved his massive, muscular frame as he wildly drove his long hard cock into his beautiful tightly-lashed prize. He had been so aroused by the time he had sunk his thick, lust-swollen spear into her fleshy cunt that he was already near climax. Crazed with passion he rammed into her furiously, sadistically bruising the anguished young woman's vaginal sheath.
Lori lay helpless and panting beneath the sweating gang leader, her loins quivering from the fiery shocks he inflicted on her. The cyclist fucked the tightly bound young wife with the force of a red-hot jackhammer as his body grew tense and feverish with imminent climax. His sperm-bloated balls began to inflate with hot boiling cum as the thick semen rushed forward like a violent surging river.
"UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!" he groaned, and suddenly arched his muscular back like a panther in heat. He began to buck and jerk as he threw back his head and cried out fiercely.
"I'M CUUUMMMIHINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG! UNNNGGGHHHH! AAAGGGGH!!"
Lori felt his thick hot cum gush into her bruised cuntal walls in an endless stream. The raging fluid seemed to fill her brutalized vaginal sheath and ease the harsh pain from being taken so violently. The warm male liquid filled her like a healing balm, and began to relieve her torture. With a final groan, Spyder heaved the last of his scalding cum into her, and then pulled his softening cock away out of her trembling semen-drenched pussy as the Studs roared approval.
But just as the lawyer's wife began to relax and get her breath, another grinning, dirty cyclist lurched over her, panting with lust.
"Hey baby, welcome to the club," he mumbled drunkenly. Then he sprawled on top of her and crudely buried his pulsing, inflated cock deep into Lori's creamy, fearfully cringing pussy. He began to fuck her with long, plunging strokes, covering her face and breast with slobbering kisses. The suddeness of this second hulking outlaw's intrusion sent Lori's brain swirling in confusion. It was happening too fast! The terror mounted and her body began to strain and pull away in fear!
Oh I can't, her reeling brain cried out, I can't! I'M AFRAID! I'M AFRAID!!
Her tormentor fucked her relentlessly, his mammoth, eager tool working like the piston of a train, while his bloated, hairy balls slapped wetly against her anal crack. The young wife's vaginal walls were screaming for relief, and she twisted and writhed against her leather restraints! But there was no way she could fight it!
Rina is right! Rina is right! I've got to surrender!
Glancing to her right, she caught sight of the sensuous blonde teenager who was now lying completely naked on the cot while Spyder licked her wetly glistening vaginal cleft. Their eyes met and Rina smiled at her warmly, with sweet encouragement. At the sight of her innocent young face, Lori regained her rapidly diminishing sense of strength and slowly began to allow her body to submit fully to the obscene and cruel punishment she had to endure. At that moment, the outlaw who was fucking her began to reach a crashing sudden orgasm.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he shrieked like a madman, his eyes bulging wildy, "AAAAANNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
The second surging rush of sticky fluid spread through Lori's loins like a warm, blazing light.
She could scarcely believe what was happening to her! Her cuntal canal, shuddering in complete surrender suddenly began to bloom with wonderful surges of pleasure. Gush after gush of cum rolled into her like warm ocean waves and made all the pain ebb away as if by magic. The strange new feeling took hold of her unexpectedly like a billowing flame, and she groaned from deep, deep inside of her. In that moment all of the tension and fear that had built up like a stone wall for years were suddenly broken through with the shattering force of a wrecking ball. It was hard to believe but it was true! IT WAS TRUE!!
"OOOOOOHHHHHH!!" she cried in relief "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!"
Completing his orgasm, the second Stud withdrew quickly and laughed like a madman as he stumbled away. Someone came up and spilled more wine on the splayed wife's warm, nakedly glistening body as the Studs jeered and shouted. But to Lori it was like a cooling wind that only heightened her extraordinary sense of release. The young outlaw with the earring scrambled to position above her and rammed his powerfully pulsing penis deep into Lori's cum-drenched pussy.
"I'm gonna fuck you baby," he hissed. "I'm gonna FUCK the living daylights out of you!"
"Yes!" Lori groaned aloud as a great, rippling exaltation engulfed her.
"Yes...YES...YYYEEEESSSSSSS! FUCK ME! FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEEEE GGOOODDDDDD!!!!"