Chapter 8
The brutal heat of the afternoon sun beat down mercilessly as Bill Taylor trudged wearily up the dusty narrow road that was now no more than a trail. He had long since taken off his jacket and left it by the side of the road; his shirt was open to the waist and he was hot and dusty. There was no visible dwelling anywhere along the road thus far as he continued to follow the tire tracks. Finally, after walking nearly two miles uphill, he glimpsed a dilapidated shack surrounded by gleaming motorcycles, and he knew his destination had been reached.
As he carefully approached the lonely cabin, there seemed to be no sign of life, but as he got closer he could hear male and female voices shouting and laughing. The young lawyer stopped for a moment to think. He knew he was now at the headquarters of one of the most feared outlaw gangs on the West Coast. His chances of rescuing Lori without a fierce struggle seemed impossible, and he wondered if he would be up to it. His lucrative job as a corporate lawyer had taken it's toll on him physically, and he was not even remotely near the good lighting condition as he was when he was in the Army or in college, where he held title to top lightweight boxer. He felt unusually winded from just the steep climb.
Christ, I'm letting myself go out of shape like all those guys I see in the office, he thought to himself, ruefully, just like Carey...overweight and old before his time. Soft!
He remembered the times Lori had implored him to quit the giant law complex and open his own office so that they would have more time together. Up until now he had resisted the idea, but the sudden thought of himself as a sad and aging lawyer brought him up short.
Maybe she's right, he thought, maybe that's exactly what I should do. Oh God, help me find the strength to get her back safely, that's all I ask.
With steely determination the young attorney turned his attention back to the cabin in the distance.
His old army training came instinctively into play as he quickly surveyed the area for the best approach. His eyes focused on the one window of the shack, half open for ventilation, and it became his first objective. Crouching low, and moving like an Indian hunter, he circled the outlaw headquarters hidden by the undergrowth and trees. He moved stealthily towards the open window, being careful not to make any noise that might give his presence away. Reaching the cabin he edged towards the window and carefully peered inside. The sight revealed to him ripped his mind like a volley of rifle shots. There was a wantonly writhing young woman lashed to the floor and being fucked with grunting violence by a heavy-set outlaw with a beard.
That's Lori, he realized with a violent shock, my god, that's Lori!
His beautiful young wife lay panting and helpless under the big cyclist; her rich, lustrous dark brown hair spilled on the floor in tangled disarray, her eyes were shining with wild, blazing excitement, arid he could hear her moaning lewd encouragement and crying out in maddened ecstasy as she swung her head from side to side like a madwoman. Her nakedly gleaming body, twisting sensuously beneath the brutal fucking, rose and fell like a restless tide to meet each brutal thrust of the motorcyclist's lust-thickened cock. Yet despite the boiling outrage he experienced at seeing his young wife being ravaged, he was completely riveted by the staggeringly new appearance of his formerly-innocent spouse. She was provocative and ravishing in a way that was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was as if a totally new and erotic part of her had suddenly come to life! Hypnotized, Bill couldn't take his eyes off of the incredible sight! He heard a voice rising over the drunken din made by the lurid gang.
"It's my turn now," one of the outlaws was shouting.
"Yeah, Eddie, you been saving up ain't you!"
The spellbound astonished lawyer saw a young man stripping quickly, as if he had only recently entered the cabin; the outlaw's huge, fleshy cock was quiveringly erect, and his eyes bulged hungrily at the bound and groaning young wife.
"Hurry up, man, before I cum!" he roared to the burly cyclist who was plunging his lust-crazed penis like a bucking, stallion into Lori's drenched and wetly clasping pussy.
"I ain't ready!" he screamed back at the eager newcomer. "Keep your shirt on!"
"I can't, you bastard, I've had a hard-on ever since I saw that fucking lawyer get here!"
Bill froze. They knew he was here! Yet apparently they were too caught up in the systematic rape of his wife to do anything. A wave of boiling anger shook his body and he clenched his fist tightly, vowing revenge. HE COULD KILL THOSE BASTARDS FOR WHAT THEY WERE DOING TO HIS LORI!
The outlaw named Eddie rushed towards the madly screwing pair, feverish with demonic passion.
"I don't have to wait," he cried. "She can take the both of us!"
A raucous cheer rose from the drunken, sprawling crowd as the outlaw quickly straddled his legs over Lori's head and shoulders.
"Open your mouth, cunt, and suck my prick!"
Paralyzed with rage, Bill watched with shocked eyes as the cyclist knelt to position his nearly-bursting cock at the entrance to Lori's wet mouth!
"YEEEESSSS!" the lawyer suddenly heard her cry out. "SHOVE YOUR PRICK IN MY MOUTH! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! FUCK ME!! ALL OF YOU FUCK ME GOOOODDD!"
Bill reeled back against the wall of the cabin, just as the leering young man buried his massively pulsing cock into Lori's wide-open eager mouth.
My God, what's happened to her!
His mind spun in disbelief. His wife actually was enjoying what was happening, she enjoyed being fucked brutally like that! She had always been so prudish and resistant, but now...now it seemed she had swung totally in the other direction and had surrendered completely to the outlaw's savagery. Before he knew what was happening his own long, thick penis suddenly began to throb excitedly, pounding against the tight material of his trousers in lewd response to the staggering revelation. It was beyond belief, yet, HE TOO WAS EXCITED BY IT! HIS BODY WAS ELECTRIFIED FROM HEAD TO FOOT! HIS BRAIN REELED IN CONFUSION!
"So, we meet again, Taylor!"
Bill was jolted back to reality and turning he found himself facing the snarling, cruel face of the leader of the outlaw pack.
"We were wondering when you'd come. We been keeping your wife company while you were away!" Spyder laughed uproariously, gloating in the success of his long-planned revenge.
The young attorney was suddenly seized by a tidal wave of anger and he lunged towards the cyclist. The two men grappled wildly, fists flying in raging confrontation. Bill caught the outlaw with a hard right to the jaw that sent the hulking man spinning; quickly Bill sprang towards him, but this time Spyder countered with an iron-blow to the lawyer's stomach that knocked the wind out of him, stunning him just enough to allow the cyclist to grab Bill's right arm and twist it cruelly behind his back, rendering him completely helpless. He cried out as a violent pain shot through his arm and shoulder.
"Now, you bastard," Spyder hissed darkly, "you're going to find out who you're dealing with. You sent my buddy to jail on a bum rap, you and the rest of those sons-of-bitches you work for! Now you're going to get a taste of how we deal with guys like you! You're with the Studs now! And you live by our rules!"
With a sudden twist of the arm for emphasis, Spyder shoved Bill toward the door of the cabin. They burst through just as the two outlaws who were in the midst of screwing his wife reached their climax.
"UUUUUNGGGHH," the burly one screeched wildly, "I'M CUUUMIIIUUMMIINNGG!"
'TAKE IT ALL THE WAY BITCH," Eddie was groaning as he felt his scalding jism gushing up from his inflated, lust-bloated balls, "UUUUUNNGGGHHH! SHIT! OH SHIT!!"
Lori writhed and mewled as she gulped down the thick rushing male essence as if it was ambrosia; her lips were tightly compressed in a wet ring around the outlaw's heaving, spurting penis as she milked him dry.
Despite the frantic activity Lori had not yet reached full orgasm, for each time she felt her vaginal walls begin to quake and undulate as if to release her own fluids, her assailants would climax and withdraw quickly; it was maddening, but she didn't care! She was riding on a turbulent ocean of passion that grew more incredible with each quick, explosive fuck; she was at a fever pitch of excitement now, and she reveled lewdly in it! She was like a time bomb ready to explode with staggering force. As both men's penis' began to deflate, she was still suspended on an incredible vortex of ecstasy, still waiting for the final earthquake to tear her apart with a crescendo of sensation. As the cyclists withdrew, she heard a silence fall over the room, and she opened her eyes, still submerged in a thrall of quivering passion! Then her eyes widened and she gasped as she saw her husband in the doorway held fast by Spyder; Bill was staring at her, disbelief and confusion blazing from his eyes!
"Bill..." she groaned in a hazy, passion-ridden voice. "Oh, Bill...." Tears of anguish welled up from deep inside her.
All eyes in the room were on the handsome attorney now. The motorcycle gang knew that the man before them was responsible for Sal's unjust jailing and waves of hate and contempt poured out towards him. Sensing it, Bill fought back his own hatred and disgust with a massive effort of will. He was in their territory now and knew it! Any false move might be fatal for both he and Lori!
"This is Bill Taylor," Spyder told the grimly-staring crowd. "This is the man we've been waiting for."
The shabby room was suddenly filled with catcalls and jeering.
"Let me knock that bastard's head off," someone called angrily.
"Yeah, let's give it to him!"
"Hold your horses," Spyder spat back, "and let me handle this!"
He shoved the attorney forward, then slammed the door and locked it. Bill quickly moved to his wife and knelt beside her.
"Oh, honey, are you all right?" he whispered anxiously.
"I'm fine, darling, believe me...it's all right. . . despite everything...." she replied quickly, wishing she could break free from her leather restraints and embrace her husband.
"I'll never leave you like that again," he swore. "Never!"
Spyder strode across the room and yanked the lawyer roughly away from his ravished wife.
"Now Taylor, listen to me and listen hard. All of you listen," the powerful outlaw commanded. "Four months ago Sal was convicted and sent up on a bum rap!" he turned his cold, dark eyes to the attorney. "Sal didn't murder that creep, it was self-defense! That producer was a fag that wanted one of the Studs for his own sick purposes! But the word was out to send the dirty outlaw to jail and cover up the scandal! BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS KNEW NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE US! YOU CONDEMN US BECAUSE WE'RE DIFFERENT! YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING BECAUSE THE PUBLIC WANTS TO BELIEVE WE'RE MURDERERS!" The gang leader's voice became steady and even. "But that ain't the way we do things! We live the way we want, and if somebody crosses us they get it in the neck! But only if we're crossed! You think we got no sense of justice because we're different, because we don't give a shit about the things all the rest of those uptight "straights" break their asses to get! Okay man, live and let live! But don't make patsy's out of us, 'cause if you do we'll give back exactly what we get!"
"But why take your revenge on my wife and me?" Bill shot back angrily.
"Don't worry man, every one of those bastards is gonna get it from us when the time comes. You're the first because you're the one who should have known what was happening! You're not dumb Taylor! You know the score, but you kept quiet when they put the screws on Sal! So you get it first!"
Bill gritted his teeth as he took in the cyclist's bitter words. Deep inside he knew there was some truth to what he was saying. He hadn't been able to admit it before, but now all his misgivings about the direction his career was taking and the shady deals he had been forced to participate in, rose vividly in his mind. He was still repelled by the crude, self-indulgent life-style of this filthy motorcyclists, yet they had, either by design or accident, forced him to confront cruelly the unresolved problems of his life.
"What happens now?" he asked quietly.
"You're going to become one of us, man," the outlaw said a sly, twisted smile crossing his face. "You're gonna be a Stud and do things our way. Let's see if you can measure up to our standards! Let's see if you can fuck your wife in front of all of us! PROVE YOURSELF, BASTARD!"
At his words, Bill and Lori turned to each other. Both instinctively knew they were going to have to face a cruel test, a test on which their marriage and entire way of life was at stake! This was the culmination of the cyclists' warped sense of justice and revenge! Lori smiled at her husband with warm encouragement, to ease his anxiety. Bill smiled back too, and in that moment it seemed that they had made the deepest, most loving contact of their lives. In response the young lawyer's body grew strong, and a calm strength filled him. He would face their test, face it squarely and prove his manhood to these crude, degenerate outsiders! He turned to Spyder with a direct and penetrating stare!
"All right, I'm ready," he said evenly.
Spyder stared back at him. Maybe this "straight" is more of a man than I thought, he mused...Well, we'll see. We'll see. He motioned to two of the "mama's."
"Take off his clothes and get him hot, girls," he commanded. "Show him what a real Mama can do for a man."
From her lashed position on the floor, Lori watched hypnotically as the two chosen girls began to strip her waiting husband. The crowd of outlaws began a barrage of vulgar catcalls as one girl slowly removed his shirt and the other began blowing air in the lawyer's ear and ran her hands provocatively through his hair. A pang of jealousy surged into Lori's brain as they ran their hands over his now-nude upper torso and kissed him lewdly. Within a few moments they had him completely naked and Lori let her eyes rove lovingly over her husband's slim, tightly-muscled body. His deeply tanned skin, bright blond hair and blue eyes made her stir with a sudden rush of desire. He had never looked so ruggedly handsome to her before, so masculine and desirable; despite the grotesque situation, her body yearned with aching, rushing passion to be with him again. Her loins, still boiling hot with a incompleted orgasm, began to throb with eager anticipation. All vestiges of resentment and turmoil began to ebb away, and her eyes were glued to the strange, compelling sight of the two crude girls kissing and stroking every part of Bill's naked adonis-like body. She could see his lengthy, muscular penis grow rigidly erect as one of the girls knelt obscenely before him and took his potent, bloated tool in her mouth and sucked on it with shameless hunger. The other girl licked him with her wet, lewdly extended tongue up and down his tall slender body.
Bill grew warm and flush as the mamas slavered hotly over his body. His hotly aroused cock burned with lust from the expert sucking, and ripples of randy sensuality ran through him as the other girl's tongue slid wetly over him. A long-haired outlaw suddenly rushed up to him, forced his mouth open roughly before he could protest, and poured cheap red wine down his throat, making him gag and sputter. The crowd roared drunkenly, and a second and third draft of the wine was poured down the lawyer's throat. Bill's brain began to reel from it, and new warmth flushed through his brain, exciting him. Boldly, he took the bottle from the outlaw and drank deeply, as the surprised crowd shrieked their approval. Another cyclist lurched forward and spat in Bill's face, but the strong young lawyer wiped the spittle from his eyes in cool defiance.
"Let's get the broad excited too," Spyder cried, and at his words a cyclist sprawled quickly between her legs and buried his face in Lori's creaming, feverishly pulsing pussy, while two others eagerly sucked her wetly gleaming breasts like savages.
"Okay man, let's see what you can do," Spyder snarled. With a ritual-like attitude, he removed his treasured denim cut-off jacket. "Welcome to the Studs, Taylor! Here's your temporary uniform."
The two girls moved away from the aroused, intoxicated lawyer as Spyder roughly shoved the greasy jacket at him.
"Put it on."
Throwing down the wine bottle, Bill took the ragged garment, and slipped in it to the tumultuous shouting from the slobbering, violent crowd. Then, Spyder grabbed his arm and shoved him towards his mauled and ravished wife as the three lust-soddened outlaws crawled dizzily away from Lori's deliriously throbbing body.
An ocean of boiling sexuality consumed her now and through eyes dimmed by perspiration dripping from her fevered brow she saw her handsome husband towering over her in Spyder's jacket. At first she recoiled in fear, as she realized the moment of truth had arrived, but the sight of her beloved Bill bravely accepting the outlaw's obscene demands quickly dispelled her terror. She gazed up at him lovingly, trying to transmit to him her tremendous admiration for him. I love you Bill, her mind shouted telepathically. I love you!
Bill seemed to sense what she was trying to say, for as he stood before the expectant outlaw gang, a strange thing began to happen. A thin film settled over his eyes and he saw only Lori. . . not bound and brutalized, but radiantly lovely, her supple, voluptuous young body gleaming provocatively; her sparkling pinkish-white skin had never looked so sensual before. Not even Edy Randall could match the astonishing beauty he saw before him! His heart pounded with excitement and his long hard cock quivered impatiently. The gang now began to clap rhythmically as if from some ancient barbarian ceremony. The thundering, insistent noise they made matched the pulsing, throbbing passion that consumed him. Everything seemed to blur and fade into the background except the unbelievably exciting sight of the naked mahogany-haired woman, bound by leather thongs, spread-eagled and helpless beneath him.
"GO ... GO ... GO...." the outlaws roared repeatedly.
As if in a wild dream, he slowly lowered himself so that he was poised over the hotly quivering body of his wife.
"Come to me, Bill," she murmured dacedly, "sink your big beautiful cock into me! I love you!"
Bill was overwhelmed, for Lori had never spoken to him that way before. It redoubled his excitement, and his already bloated penis jerked lewdly.
"I'm going to do it, baby," he found himself saying, transformed into an almost entirely new and powerful person. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before and show those bastards that we're as good as they are!"
"Do it," she cried. "Oh my darling do it, yes! YESSSS!"
Positioning his thick, massively throbbing cock at the entrance to her eagerly quivering little pussy, he slowly eased into the slick, wet channel. The world seemed to go into slow motion as his blood-gorged rod slid excitedly through every moist, thrilling ridge of flesh in her cuntal tunnel. His bloated cockhead lunged against the burning nub of her cervix, and a volcanic tremor went through his body. He bent his head and kissed his beautiful wife with a deep and savage intensity, and to his great, delighted surprise she returned it with equal strength, plunging her tongue deeply into the fleshy cavern of his mouth. They were locked together in wild sexual embrace, surpassing anything they had ever remotely felt together before.
"OOOOhh, Bill," Lori mewled in ecstasy, "OOOOHH!'
To the pounding, rhythmic clapping and screaming of the Studs, Bill began to slowly fuck her with ease and total muscular control. His massive tool pulled out to the point where only his lust-swollen cockhead was enclosed by her moistly, warm pussy lips, then he plunged'in again until he base of his thick penis pressed against the moistly fluted flesh of her vaginal slit buried to the hilt inside her. Lori moaned aloud and pushed her hips upwards to give him complete and total access to her naked young body. She lewdly twisted and writhed beneath him, driving herself to even further heights of wildly pulsing desire.
"You feel so good!" she mewled, "soooo goooddd!"
Her torrid encouragement made him feel like a mighty warrior now; he became overwhelmed with a deep, electric potency that he had begun to really discover only the day before during his obscene orgies with Edy. Never in his wildest fantasies could he have anticipated that he would experience that stupendous driving sexuality with Lori! Yet it was happening! It was real! It took an incredible, ironic turn of fate to do it, he thought in a turbulent rush of revelation, yet there was no question that a fantastic transformation had taken place in both his wife and himself! He was elated! His body soared with its newfound dynamism, and he redoubled his mighty fucking, plunging his powerfully pounding cock in and out of Lori's torridly clasping, sucking little cunt like a man possessed!
Spyder glanced incredulously at the scene, while his crude comrades clapped and roared their approval. He never thought that the lawyer would have the guts to survive his cruel test this well. But it now looked as if this "straight" was all man! Glancing aside he caught sight of his teenage girlfriend, who had retreated into the shadows in fear of what might happen to her new friend Lori and her husband. But she, too, was utterly delighted that the captured pair were fucking in triumph despite the overwhelming odds Spyder had placed in their way. The swarthy outlaw met Rina's eyes. He nodded at her, and smiled broadly. Rina returned his smile, her face radiant with happiness. She felt closer to her outlaw lover than she had ever before... without warning, a feeling ... of ... of love began to overwhelm her. It took her completely by surprise and her eyes filled with happy tears as she turned away to watch the madly fucking husband and wife.
Tightly lashed to the floor, Lori was caught up now in a rising tide of rushing, erotically thrilling pleasure. Her long-delayed climax was now gathering slowly, but inexorably, in intensity for the final release. Her nakedly aroused body throbbed, her heart was pounding so wildly she thought it would explode; her pointed hotly-charged breasts heaved in the throes of passion and her limbs strained against their leather restraints. She closed her eyes, and let herself be carried away on a thundering sea of lust. Dazzling pinwheels of light exploded in technicolor bursts and her loins bubbled scaldingly as her cuntal flesh clutched wetly around Bill's hot, mightily plunging penis.
'OOOOHHH...." she cried wildly, "UUUUNNNGGHH!"
The outlaw gang was caught up completely in the triumphant screwing too: and, driven berserk by the lurid sight, they surrendered now to their own fiery passion. The room was swarming with naked bodies kissing and groping; several of the outlaws had mounted their eager, passionate mamas and began to fuck them with a violent intensity; everywhere cocks were plunging furiously in and out of hungrily clenching cunts, and gleaming buttocks were bouncing lewdly in the fading light of the afternoon sun that filtered through the window into the dilapidated shack.
Rina ran excitedly to Spyder, and within a few moments the naked, broad-shouldered outlaw leader lifted his luscious teenage girlfriend so that he stood with her arms wrapped around his neck and her lithe young legs clamped in naked abandon around his waist. Skillfully the torrid nymphet lowered herself down so that her hotly eager pussy slid easily over the cyclist's pulsating shaft of hard muscle. Bending his knee slightly, Spyder began to fuck in and out of the young girl's wetly clasping pussy with the speed and intensity of a machine gun. Rina clutched him tightly, transported to sudden ecstatic heights by his upward-ramming, mammoth cock. Spyder's hard muscled buttocks rippled sinuously as he swung his pelvis roughly in their lewd upright fuck.
"OOOOOHHH BAAABBYY!" he groaned, "YOU'RE REALLY SOMETHING!"
"SO ARE YOU LOVER," Rina shrieked. "SO ARE YOU!"
Completely oblivious to the frantic orgy that surrounded them, Bill and Lori were reaching the apex of their own tumultuous love making. Their bodies were moist with sweat and burning with a wildly impatient passion. Bill's groin was seized with a volcanic surge of lust as his huge, hairy balls, slapping wetly against Lori's little anal crack, began to churn in a steaming cauldron of cum! An ecstatic sensation began to flood his being, and his brain was seething with a fiery intoxication! Every muscle in his body was straining wildly for release. Then, abruptly he was there.
"I'M CUUUUMMUUNNGG!" he cried. "OH BABY, OH LOVE, OH FUCK...FUCK ... I'M CUUMMIING!"
Lori could scarcely hear him for she was transported now inwardly to staggering heights of passion. Her steaming vaginal walls were convulsing furiously as her female essence began to secrete in sparkling bursts as her husband's wetly plunging penis rammed in and out of her like a steel piston. Behind her closed eyes she seemed to see a tiny white star that came closer and closer as her climax mounted! Closer and closer the blazing light came flashing like a meteor now as her naked young body undulated and twisted in exploding climax!
"I'M CUUMIINGG TOOOO!" she screamed, and suddenly the swirling white star burst into a million tiny pieces! She was there! With the shattering force of a breaking dam, waves of delirious joy washed through her body!
"AARRHHH!" Bill cried out as he arched his body as if he had been touched by a high-voltage wire! At that moment the first jet of scalding cum spewed headlong out of his thick cockhead like lava from a volcano. Bucking his naked body furiously, his steaming jism rushed into the eagerly throbbing pussy of his groaning wife.
The entire room seemed to shake with erotic pandemonium as each of the madly fucking couples reached orgasm in total accord with the young couple in the center of the room. Spyder pumped his hips furiously as he, too, reached the shattering apex of lust; holding him tightly, Rina nearly fainted from the force of her own ecstatic, boiling release. Groans and cries filled the air, bodies flailed nakedly in a torrent of unbridled lust. Minutes seemed like hours, as the thrashing couples fucked themselves to exhaustion with demonic sexuality.
Finally, as Bill emptied the last of his steaming cum into his Lori's wetly twitching cunt, he withdrew slowly and lay next to her, weary but exhalted by his triumph. Lori lay with her eyes closed, savoring the slowly diminishing ecstasy, and deliriously happy from the galvanic union she had just had for the first time with her handsome husband.
As each of the outlaws drained their passion, an exhausted silence settled over the room. For a long time no one spoke. Then, Spyder, who had gently placed his nubile girlfriend on the cot, turned to his naked gang, surveying the lewd scene with a cool and calculating eye. Then he saw Bill Taylor observing him silently from his position next to his wife. A slow smile crossed the outlaw's lips.
"Well man," he said to the young lawyer, "you did it. I never thought you would, but you did. I hate to admit it, but you're all right."
He extended his hand, and at first Bill was puzzled by the gesture. But then intuitively, he understood what was intended. Rising slowly he walking calmly to the powerful outlaw and as the crowded room looked on in awe, the two men from vastly different worlds shook hands in friendship.