Biker Week Part 4
Lizzie then appeared and gave Amanda yet another shot. This time
it was evidently one to calm her down, because moments after the shot
had been administered, Amanda grew quiet and was soon sleeping, still
lying spreadeagled on the old car seat, completely naked, the cum still
leaking from her holes.
Soon, the room was empty once again, except for Amanda and me. I
wondered just how long they would continue to use Amanda and what would
happen when they finally tired of us. I was sore from being tied in the
same position for so long and needed desperately to be freed from my
bonds. I was hungry and dehydrated. The constant exposure to Amanda's
extreme treatment had been extremely painful for me. Yet, on several
occasions, I had ejaculated with no physical stimulation at all and my
pants were soaked from my own cum, as well as piss. Exhausted, I still
couldn't sleep.
Amanda awoke sooner than they expected her to, because we were
still alone. When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I realized that
she could now untie me and we had a chance to escape. Unfortunately,
the drugs they had given her had not worn off yet, and she was still
unable to think about anything except cocks and cunts.
Also, my mouth was still taped and Amanda looked like she needed
more help than I could give her to rejoin the land of the living.
Amanda looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spread
her legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. "I need
a cock, Michael! God, I need a cock so bad!"
When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight had
finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she began
unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth immediately
covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly, completely
oblivious to anything else. She craved it more than any addict craves
his fix and there was nothing I could do to make her stop and get me
free.
The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget our
opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of her
drug induced hunger and simply let my body take over. Amanda's right
hand was between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head
bobbed up and down in my lap. She ate my dick as if she were starving
for it, and it was a marvelous feeling. I grew hard quickly and felt
that I might spill my cum into her at any moment as her mouth continued
to work up and down my shaft.
Amanda's obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however, and
she stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around, lowered
her hot ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid member. She
began to grind her hips hotly against me, taking every inch of my
throbbing cock deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of her cunt
squeezing my dick, milking it, pulling it, making it feel everything it
was capable of feeling. She was quite a fuck - probably the best fuck I
had ever had. Some of it was due to my inability to move, I'm sure. And
some of it was due to the constant performance over the last 30-some
hours. But, above all, my wife was also fucking me as she had never
fucked me before, and there was a hunger and desperation to her pumping
and grinding hips that I had never experienced before.
I came violently inside her. She seemed completely unaware that I
was cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on this way
forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held me down as
the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my shaft. When I
finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my cock begin to
soften somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she continued fucking me,
as if she would not allow my member to wither and die within her.
Amazingly, she was successful. Before I could soften so much that
she could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked me back
to hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her once more.
She was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on her knees,
writhing in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on my cock. Her
grunts and moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm, and I wondered
if she were climaxing continuously in her drug induced state. I also
wondered if she had any idea who she was fucking, or if she even
remotely cared. I didn't think so.
The door opened to the garage and Lizzie walked in, clad only in a
pair of tiny black bikini panties. She seemed surprised to see Amanda
free of her bonds and a bit amused to see her fucking away at me.
"How sweet. Mister and Missus Teacher, fooling around a little.
How do you like what our special little brew of `Ecstasy' does for your
wife? When I was 14 and joined the club, they pumped that stuff into me
for days and I think I fucked every biker in the state! And, it still
wasn't enough!"
When she walked close enough to Amanda, Amanda reached out for her
body and pulled it to her as she continued grinding her hips into my
lap. Her mouth covered Lizzie's left tit as she sucked the pretty young
girl's nipple into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. Her
right hand flew to her crotch and shoved her panties up inside, roughly,
as she quickly inserted two fingers into her hole.
Lizzie giggled, but quickly responded to Amanda's attentions and
held my wife's head in her hands, pulling her mouth tighter to her chest
as she let her hips move in circles in response to Amanda's fingers
which were stretching and twisting inside her fuckhole. Occasionally,
Amanda would remove her mouth from Lizzie's breast and slide her wet
fingers from her hole and place them in her mouth, hungrily sucking on
the juice that covered them, then she would plunge them back into
Lizzie's cunt and begin sucking on the other breast.
"You've had enough of that cock, you dirty old whore you!" yelled
Lizzie, and she pulled Amanda off of me roughly and pushed her to the
floor in front of me.
Taking an oil filler spout from the workbench behind me, Lizzie
tossed it to Amanda. "Go fuck yourself with that, you crazy bitch, if
you still need fucking. I want some cock for myself!"
She stripped the tiny panties from her bottom and sat in my lap,
working my cock up into herself as she lowered her body onto mine. I
almost collapsed in terror at the thought of Bronk walking back in and
seeing us like this!
Off in her own world, Amanda still needed fucking, and she took the
oil filler spout and began inserting it into her cunt, lying in front of
Lizzie with her legs open wide. She now enjoyed masturbating while
others watched, and she was still so hot that she would fuck anything or
anyone, especially as long as Lizzie was staring at her so lewdly.
It made Lizzie especially hot to watch my pretty wife fucking
herself in front of her, and she fucked herself wildly on my dick as she
watched her. Her hands were at her breasts playing and pulling at her
nipples as her cunt grew wetter and wetter and fuller and fuller of
dick.
Some of the others came wandering in as Lizzie continued to fuck
me, and began to stand around Amanda, laughing and cheering her on as
she worked the metal oil spout in and out of her cunt, her eyes glued on
the now trembling girl who fucked up and down in my lap. The oil spout
grew thicker and wider as you looked at it from the end, and Amanda now
had the total length of the spout inserted in her hole and was lewdly
grinding her hips up against it as she held it tightly in both hands.
"She's fucking a goddamn oil spout!" one of the women laughed.
"Look at the hot little slut go!" another yelled.
They were beginning to rub their own pussies and the men were
beginning to take their cocks out of their pants as they watched the
pretty brunette working on her cunt with the fake cock.
"Hell, she'll fuck anything! Give her a hammer!" yelled out one of
the men.
Another man took a hammer from the workbench behind him and tearing
the oil spout from Amanda's tight grip, replaced it with the big hammer.
She quickly shoved the handle of the big ball peen hammer up into her
cunt and continued fucking herself wildly in front of the cheering
crowd. Before long, she had most of the hammer handle inserted in her
hole and was grinding her hips crazily as she performed for her
audience.
One of the men knelt by Amanda's head and began jerking off, his
cock just inches from her mouth. Amanda tried valiantly to raise her
head and take the head of his member into her mouth, but he teased her,
pulling it away as his hand continued stroking it wildly. Suddenly he
tensed and began shooting huge white gobs of cum into her face and hair.
Another man knelt on the other side of her and began imitating the
first, pumping away at his cock and soon spraying her face with his own
load of hot white cum.
When they were done, every man in the room had shot a load of hot
fuck juice into Amanda's face and they had replaced the hammer in her
cunt with practically every tool in the garage as they watched her
plunge them all hotly into her holes, fucking herself with anything they
would allow her to use.
When Amanda finally grew too weak to continue fucking herself, she
passed out and yet they continued plunging things into her cunt and
rubbed their wet pussies onto her face, masturbating against it until
they had cum and then making room for the next.
When I shot my second load of cum, this time into Lizzie's cunt, I
fell back weakly against the old bus seat. Lizzie was still hot and
took the men who had shot their cum into Amanda's face to the center of
the big room and let them all fuck her in the ass and cunt and mouth.
Soon, the garage was filled with people drinking and smoking and fucking
and sucking. As I watched, Lizzie must have been gang-banged by no less
than 20 men, and was still going strong before I grew too tired to
watch.
Finally, we were left alone once more as the group tired and the
party wound down, around dawn and they wandered off to who knew where.
Before she left, Lizzie gave Amanda yet another shot and gave me one as
well. The shot left me nearly senseless and the only thing I remember
happening prior to my passing out was watching an extremely large black
man with an equally large cock screw a very willing Amanda in all her
holes before pissing on her face and leaving her lying in the concrete
floor. Bronk was filming it all.
I lost all sense of time as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
I did know that Amanda was no longer in the garage with me, and I think
I spent the rest of the time alone. I don't remember if I was fed or
given anything to drink, or even if I was doped up again.
The next time I awoke, I found myself in the front seat of our car
with Amanda beside me. The car clock said it was just after 3a.m., but
I had no idea what day.
We were both naked and the car was parked on a dirt road. Amanda
was still unconscious, but I saw that there was something on her left
breast. When I focused and looked, I saw that it was a new and very sore
looking tatoo. Beautifully scripted in red and blue and yellow were the
words "Prime Slut."
As I dressed Amanda in the filthy rags and denim jacket they had
left in the car, I saw the second tatoo. It was on the left cheek of my
wife's ass and in block letters said "this ass well fucked by the RAMROD
M.C." I looked around quickly to see if we were alone and when I
realized we were now free I started the car and drove us home, quickly.
At home, I managed to help Amanda into the bedroom, and I collapsed
beside her on the bed. Thirst and hunger awakened me, but Amanda slept
on. When she finally did awaken, she cried for hours. She remembered a
lot, and I filled in what I could. She said that after I was drugged,
they reduced her dose and she remembered becoming the "property" of the
club president for the rest of the time. They had held us captive from
Friday afternoon until Thursday morning.
Amanda was sore all over, but healed quickly. We talked about it
and about trying to forget about it, but I knew I could never forget.
We knew where the garage was, but agreed that we couldn't go to the
police because of the video Bronk shot of Amanda. It would ruin our
careers at the school, where guilt or innocence wasn't the issue, but
the image of propriety was.
We had great difficulty talking, when we were together. Vacation
was tense and we didn't enjoy it at all. We tried to resume our daily
routines, but Amanda was tense and restless and irritable. Maybe I was,
too. I found that Bourbon relaxed me.
Finally, in the Fall, Amanda stayed home from school one day and
she was gone when I got home. The following weekend, she showed up
sitting behind Otto, on the back of a Harley, dressed like a real biker
slut. She quickly packed a small bag, got back on the bike, wrapped her
arms around the huge, filthy biker and that was the last I ever saw or
heard of her.
And, what of Lizzie? Well, soon after the weekend they kidnapped
us, she moved back with her Mommy and Daddy, cleaned herself up, became
`Elizabeth,' again, went to an Ivy league college and married a Med
student. She wore white at a big church wedding last Saturday. I was
invited and went to the church, just to see it with my own two eyes.
She was beautiful and looked like she had never had a sexy thought in
her life.