“You are sadly out of practice,” he said, shaking his head sadly. “We will have to fix that.” He wiped his thumb off across Krissy’s face, put his hand on her shoulder and brought his other hand, the one that had been holding her, up into her face, presenting her with his other thumb.
“Now this one,” he said. “And try to do a better job. You’re not sucking anywhere nearly hard enough, and you aren’t using that little pink tongue of yours at all. Get to work.”
Krissy took his other thumb into her mouth without hesitation this time. There had been a look in his eyes when he spoke to her that had chilled her. She sucked, harder, and tried to remember to use her tongue as he had told her to. But her limited experience at giving head had never included tongue play, and she kept forgetting from time to time.
“Make some noise while you’re doing it,” he said. His voice held a note of irritation that spurred Krissy to greater efforts. Unsure what kind of noises he wanted to hear, she tried tiny grunts, completely faked moans, and even a couple of little slurps. It went on, and on until the car slowed and turned. It never picked up speed again, and it felt as if they weren’t on a paved road any more.
“That’s enough,” he said, withdrawing his thumb. “Get back down on the floor. We’re almost there.” He shoved her down roughly and put his foot on her neck again. As humiliating as all that thumb sucking had been, Krissy dreaded whatever was coming next.
The car bumped and rocked along a roadway that grew more and more rough and uneven as they went along. And then it came to a stop. When the engine cut off, it was suddenly very silent.
“Here we are,” he said. He sounded obscenely cheerful about it. Krissy felt him take his foot off of her, heard the door open, felt him get out. Cool night air washed in, chilling her.
“‘S’up?” She heard a gravelly male voice inquire.
“I have some work for you,” she heard her captor reply. “There on the floor. Get her out, would you?” Hard, rough hands seized her and dragged her out, dumping her on the ground hard enough to make her cry out. She rolled onto her side to look up. There were three strange men standing there, besides her captor, big, burly, beer-bellied men with unkempt beards, all wearing heavy boots, dirty jeans, and equally dirty shirts under sleeveless leather jackets.
“Hey, nice tits!” One of them said. He smiled at Krissy. He didn’t have all of his teeth.
“I’d like to leave her here for a little while and have you boys break her in,” Krissy’s captor said.
“Break her in?” one of them asked.
“Yes,” Krissy’s captor answered. “Break her in, not break her. Enjoy yourselves, but be a bit more careful than you were last time.”
“Hey, no prob,” the one missing some teeth chuckled as he squatted down alongside Krissy. His hands were not only hard and rough but grimy and grease-stained as he reached out to squeeze Krissy’s breasts. “Cool!” he snickered as Krissy tried to squirm away. “These are fuckin’ real!” He put his face close to Krissy’s, close enough for her to smell the liquor on his breath. “Ever had a dude jack off between those big, juicy tits, girly?” he asked.
“She likes girls,” Krissy heard her captor say as she tried unsuccessfully to worm away from her latest tormentor.
“Hell, so do we,” one of the others laughed. “Maybe we’ll call some of our bitches over to help out.”
“Do as you please with her, but don’t break anything,” Krissy’s captor warned. “And no, ‘do as you please’ does not mean fuck her ass this time. I’ll be back for her in a couple of days, and I expect her to still be able to walk and talk.”
“She might be walkin’ a little bowlegged.”
“Just soften her up some, get her used to being fucked again. Oh, and give her a little experience at sucking cock. She’s no good at it at all.”
###Chapter Eight(1)
The three bearded men just stood around her, staring down at her hungrily, one of them shining a handheld spotlight on her as the car drove off. Soon the sound of its engine had faded away. Now all Krissy could hear were the sounds of crickets and frogs. She could see that she’d been left somewhere out in the country. Not too far away was what looked like an old, two-story farmhouse. The only other things she could see were the surrounding trees…and those three men. They looked like bikers, they were dressed like bikers, and they were close enough to her for her to know that they smelled like bikers. One of them nudged her with his big, dirty boot.
“What’s yer name, honey?” the one with the spotlight asked.
“Krissy,” she replied. “Please don’t hurt me.”
They all laughed at that. The cold knot of fear in Krissy’s belly tightened painfully. It was just getting worse and worse, and she didn’t see any way out of it at all.
“Get ‘er up,” the one with the spotlight told the other two. They took hold of her arms and hauled her to her feet. That sent sparks of pain shooting through her shoulders and back, so fierce that she screamed.
“Hands’re cold, Spud,” one of the others said.
“Yeah. Get that tape off ‘er. It’s just in the way now.” ‘Spud’ appeared to be not only the one holding the spotlight, but the boss here as well. Krissy groaned as the other two first cut through the tape binding her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles and then peeled the tape away. Feeling returned to her limbs, bringing with it fresh, sharp pains. She groaned weakly, grateful for that small mercy, even if they’d done it just so it would be easier to fuck her. She was just able to stand on her own feet, but unable to move her arms. She didn’t think she could walk without help. Spud reached out to play with her breasts briefly and she didn’t even have the energy to care. She kept flexing her fingers, trying to work out that pins-and-needles feeling.
“She looks kinda wore out,” Spud observed after a moment.
“Still looks good to me.” Krissy felt a hand clench her ass. It hurt, but not enough for her to care about that either.
“Oh, hell, yeah, she looks real good, but I ain’t up for fuckin’ a blow-up doll,” Spud said. “Let’s put this one in the kennel for the night and play with the princess instead.”
“Eh. That one’s kinda skinny for my taste.”
“Yeah, but she’s got all the same equipment and she’s real eager to please. Let’s do it.”
Krissy wondered what they were talking about. Spud turned and started towards the old, dark farmhouse. The two men still holding Krissy up began dragging her along in his wake. She didn’t resist. With every step one or the other of her feet came down on something that hurt, but those were such small pains compared to all those she had felt tonight or was still feeling that she did no more that whimper whenever it happened. Her legs began to give out, so for the last bit of her walk the bikers to either side of her were all but carrying her along, sparing her feet but reminding her just how painfully cramped her back and shoulders still were. They dragged her past the old farmhouse. Behind it she saw what looked like a dog kennel, with a doghouse sitting at one end of a cement slab, surrounded by chain-link fencing on stout steel poles. Were they going to put her in there? If it meant she could just lie down and rest for a while, she didn’t care.
Spud rattled the fence. “Come on out, princess,” he bellowed.
Krissy was expecting to see a dog. Instead, a naked young woman crawled out. She was slender and small-breasted, with long dark hair done up in a ponytail.
“You said I could rest!” she wailed. Then she looked up, saw Krissy, and froze on all fours with her mouth hanging open.
“So, you rested,” Spud grunted as he turned a key in the padlock that secured the narrow gate. “You want to be part of the club, you gotta go through the initiation. If you’re already bitchin’ about it, what’re you gonna sound like when it really starts?” He swung the gate open. “Now get your skinny ass out here.”
“Who’s she?” ‘Princess’ asked as she crawled out of the kennel, looking up at Krissy. Once outside of it, she stayed on her hands and knees. Krissy saw that she had some kind of elaborate tattoo on the small of her back, but she couldn’t tell much more about it.
“None of your fuckin’ business,” Spud replied without looking at her. “Put the bitch in, guys.”
Krissy didn’t resist as the two men pushed her into the kennel. She was able to stand on her own only until she heard the gate clang shut and then slowly collapsed onto the cold, hard cement pad. Her legs hurt, her arms hurt, her shoulders hurt, her back hurt, her ass smarted from the terrible spanking that terrible man had given her, and her stomach hurt from the dry heaves she’d had. Now she was starting to feel very chilled on top of everything else. But for the moment, at least, she was alone. Slowly, painfully, she crawled to the doghouse and stuck her head inside. She couldn’t see a damned thing, but at least it didn’t smell bad. In fact, the one scent that she could pick out was a faint trace of perfume. She groped inside and felt a blanket. That was enough for her. It might be cramped inside, but at least she’d be able to keep warm. It would have been nice to stretch out, but she would take whatever she could get. She curled up on the blanket, pulling a corner of it up over her, and tried to rest. She had no idea what time it was now, but she was feeling physically exhausted. Sleep sounded like a good idea. It was the only way she had to escape her misery, if only for a little while. She didn’t want to think about tomorrow, or the days after that. She shifted around inside the wooden doghouse, trying to make herself more comfortable. It was very quiet out here, aside from the constant background noise of the bugs and frogs, so different than the usual sounds of city life that for a while sleep would just not come. But her exhaustion was such that in a little while she could feel herself drifting off.
###Chapter Eight(2)
Then a woman cried out, loudly enough to cut right through everything. Krissy was instantly fully awake, her heart pounding. The woman cried out again. It had to be ‘princess’. It wasn’t a scream, a cry for help, or a plea for mercy, just a loud, wordless sound of protest.
“Aaaah! Aaaaah!” it came again and Krissy hugged herself in the dark, trembling. What were they doing to her? Another cry began, but was quickly muffled and then stopped, as if ‘princess’ had had something abruptly shoved into her mouth. Krissy could guess what that might have been. Give a guy a choice and he wanted to stuff his dick into your mouth ninety-nine times out of a hundred. And out here, those bikers had the choice and poor ‘princess’ didn’t have any choice at all. Krissy waited tensely for any more noises, but none came. She drifted off again.
Krissy awoke to someone pounding furiously on the roof of the doghouse, so heavily that she felt as if she were inside of a bass drum.
“Hey, you bitch, get your ass out here!” The voice was a woman’s, not a man’s. Krissy opened her eyes, blinking at the bright daylight outside. She could see two pairs of legs, women’s legs, clad in torn and faded denim jeans tucked into heavy leather boots. Still not fully awake, her mind still fuzzy, she cowered back against the doghouse wall, clutching the ratty old blanket around her.
A woman’s face appeared in the doorway. It was feral-looking, with short, unkempt, light-brown hair, small, sharp eyes and a metal ring through the lower lip. It was smiling.
“Get your ass out here, I said,” the woman said, almost pleasantly. “C’mon, we ain’t got all day.”
Krissy obeyed, slowly and hesitantly. For all the unpleasant things she’d imagined happening to her this morning, being ordered around by biker chicks had not been among them. She crawled out of the doghouse and started to stand up, but a booted foot on her back abruptly pushed her back down.
“Bitches go on all fours,” the first woman said. “Now get out here so we can get a good look at you.”
“Spud only told us to see how she was,” Krissy heard the other woman say. She hadn’t seen the other woman’s face yet, but the two of them sounded a lot alike.
“How we gonna see how she is if we can’t see all of her?” the first woman snapped as she led the way out of the kennel. “Besides, I want to see all of her. You got a problem with that, Rose?”
“N-no,” Rose replied as she followed after the first woman. “I was just sayin’.”
Wearily, Krissy crawled along behind them. Her many aches and pains had diminished during the night, but had not gone away at all. At least she could stretch out a bit now, though that brought on fresh twinges, especially in her shoulders. And with the sun up, the air was warm. Once she got onto the grass surrounding the kennel she stopped, unwilling to crawl any further.
“Aw, geez, Leather,” she heard Rose say. “Would you just look at those big, juicy tits? I’ll bet this girl has trouble walking upright some days.”
“Nah,” the other woman, who had to be ‘Leather’, replied. “Look at this nice round ass. This bitch is counter-balanced. Looks like she was a naughty girl, too, and someone had to give her a spankin’.”
Krissy felt her face reddening.
“Hey, yeah, you’re right,” Rose went on. “Hey, spread your legs, bitch, and give us a look at that pussy.” She nudged Krissy roughly with her boot. Krissy gritted her teeth and obeyed, keeping her head down and looking at the ground.
“Nice pussy,” Leather commented. “How’d you get it so nice and smooth, bitch? You wax?” When Krissy didn’t answer, she planted a foot on Krissy’s ankle and applied just enough pressure for it to hurt.
“Answer me, bitch,” Leather gritted.
“Yes,” Krissy replied wearily.
“Yes what?” Leather bore down a bit more with her foot.
“Yes, I wax,” Krissy sighed.
“Hurts, right?”
“Yes, it hurts.”
“But the guys like it, don’t they, chowin’ down on your pretty pink clam?”
“Hey, Leather,” Rose spoke up.
“What?”
“Maybe Spud didn’t tell ya, but this bitch likes girls.”
“No shit?” Leather snickered nastily. “And with a body like that I bet she had men chasin’ after her wherever she went, and none of ’em ever knew they never had a chance.” She kicked Krissy’s hip lightly. “That so, bitch?”
“Yes,” Krissy answered. Then Leather squatted down beside her and began playing with her breasts.
“Oooh.” Leather crooned. “This is the real stuff, too. You like it when your girlfriends do this?”
Krissy bit her lip. Leather slapped her ass hard.
“Yes!” Krissy wailed. “Yes, I like it!”
Leather pinched Krissy’s nipples. “How ’bout this?”
“No…” Krissy moaned.
“Hey, Rose,” Leather called out to her companion. “Check and see if the bitch is getting’ wet.”
Still staring at the ground, Krissy heard Rose’s boots swishing through the grass, then felt fingers probing at her pussy.
“Nope,” Rose said. “Dry as a fuckin’ bone.”
“Hey, what’s up?” Krissy heard another female voice. “I thought we were only breakin’ in one new bitch.”
“This one’s special, Tats,” Leather replied. “She ain’t joinin’. Spud says we’re just holdin’ her for somebody.”
“No shit?” Tats drew closer. “Damn, kinda a shame. That Princess is a skinny bitch. Hardly any tits at all, skinny little ass. Sucks like a fuckin’ vacuum cleaner, though.”
“Well’ come on over and have a feel,” Leather offered. “These big enough for ya?”
Krissy felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts.
“Oh, man!” Tats chuckled. “These are fuckin’ great! Like two big, warm silk pillows. My man’d just love jerkin’ off between these!”
“You could do just about the same with this ass,” Rose laughed. She gave Krissy’s hip a little smack, making her flinch. As the three biker chicks ran their hands all over her naked body, all Krissy could do was stay there on her hands and knees in the grass and try to endure it. Normally, she liked it when another woman found her attractive, but there was nothing normal about any of this. She felt one of them spreading her pussy lips, and then another one thrusting several fingers up inside of her and wriggling them around. That was too much. She began pounding on the ground with one small fist. It was that or start crying, out of shame and frustration, and she didn’t want them to see her tears.
Then one of them crouched down in front of her, gripped Krissy by her hair and pulled her head up. Krissy found herself staring into Leather’s face. Leather’s eyes were hazel, bright, intent, and maybe a little bit crazy.
“Look at me, bitch,” Leather snarled as Krissy tried to look away. “You look right into my eyes and you don’t fuckin’ look away. Got it?”
“Yes….” Krissy answered in a small voice.
“Keep on finger fuckin’ this bitch,” Leather called out to the other two women without looking away from Krissy. “I want to see what’s goin’ on while you do that.”
“No prob’,” Rose replied cheerfully. “Want me to make the bitch come?”
“Think you can do that?”
“Oh, hell, yeah.”
Krissy felt the fingers probing and wriggling inside of her, sometimes brushing against her clit. She winced the first time that that happened, but tried very hard to keep her face expressionless the next time that happened. From the way Leather smiled, Krissy knew that she hadn’t succeeded.
“Might as well relax and enjoy it, bitch,” Leather purred nastily. “The guys are gonna be a lot less gentle that we are, and there’s a lot more of them than there are of us. Go on. Let go. Get a little grease goin’ for later.”
Krissy felt her body beginning to respond in spite of the repulsive circumstances. She heard Rose snicker.
“I think we got somethin’ goin’ here, Leather,” Rose said.
“Good. Think you can make this little bitch come?”
“Oh, hell, yeah,” Rose replied. “Just keep her pussy spread like that, Tats. I’ll take care of the rest.”
It was unendurable. Krissy shuddered and tried to look away from Leather’s eyes, but Leather clamped a hand on Krissy’s jaw and forced her to look back up.
“One of the guys,” Leather said, her voice low, “He’s over six foot and three hundred pounds. I wanna watch when he fucks you. Would’ja like that, bitch?”
Even if she could have replied…Leather’s grip on her jaw kept her from speaking, nodding or shaking her head…Krissy wouldn’t have. Leather already knew her preferences, and the question was meant to taunt, not be answered. Then Rose did something new to her clit, and Krissy jerked involuntarily.
“I think you’re getting’ to her now, Rose,” Leather smiled.
“What the fuck are you bitches doin’?” It was a new voice, male and gravelly.
“Playing with our new toy,” Leather replied, still focusing on Krissy. “Ain’t she cute?”
“I like them tits,” the man commented. “They real?”
“Oh, yeah,” Leather snickered.
“So…is she just for you three or for everybody?” Krissy couldn’t see the man. He was standing somewhere out of her sight, but she didn’t really want to see what he looked like anyway.
“Dunno,” Leather shrugged. “Spud didn’t say.”
“But he told you you could play with her?”
“Well, he didn’t say we couldn’t,” Leather answered. “Rose’s gonna make her come. Wanna watch?”
“Sure.”
Krissy whined. She actually wanted to scream, but she still couldn’t open her mouth. Rose had found a very effective way to finger her now, and had to know it because she kept doing it.
“Real wet now,” Rose announced. “Hey, Tanker, this one likes girls, so I bet her pussy’s nice and tight.”
“Might be now,” Tanker laughed nastily. “Might not be later tonight.”
They all laughed, except for Krissy, who didn’t feel much like laughing anyway. She began shivering as Rose brought her closer and closer to orgasm, forcing a first faint moan out of her.
“Wonder if she’s one o’ them noisy ones.” It was Tats who spoke.
“We’ll find out in a little bit,” Rose replied.
“Oh, yeah,” Leather agreed. “I can see it in her eyes. Any minute now.”
Krissy tried to fight back the sensations, but after a little while she realized that all she could do was delay the inevitable. Still, it was the only kind of resistance she could put up, so she put everything she had into it, even though she knew it was ultimately hopeless.
“Come on, bitch,” Leather said after a few moments. “You’re gonna get your brains fucked out today anyway, so why not let yourself enjoy it a little? Besides, it’s a girl back there tryin’ to get you off. A girl!”
Krissy whined through her nose. Leather’s eyes were locked on hers, and the biker chick’s smile was widening.
“Keep doin’ what you’re doin’, Rose,” Leather said loudly. “She’s fightin’ it, but she’s losin’, and she knows it!”
Krissy whined again. Rose had found just the right method, and it wasn’t possible to even pretend any more. Now she moaned through her nose. She couldn’t help half-closing her eyes, in spite of the fear she had of Leather. She moaned again. The last thing she heard clearly before the avalanche hit was Leather ordering Rose to ‘finish this little bitch off’.
“Gah-damn,” Krissy heard a new male voice exclaim almost reverently. “A body like that, and she comes like that too? She’s gonna put on a killer show!”
Krissy lay on her side in the grass, her body still trembling, her vision still blurry. She felt nothing but aches, pains and shame at what had just been done to her.
“Here,” she heard Rose say. “See how she tastes.”
“All right, all right, show’s over.” Krissy recognized Spud’s voice. “Get ‘er inside and throw ‘er on the mattress.” Big, hard hands gripped her by her wrists and ankles and lifted her up off of the ground. She didn’t have the will or the strength to fight.