Gender: Male Age: 29 Location: N/A
|Introduction: An Australian runaway teen reluctantly accepts a lift with a biker, then endures a night of gangrape.|
Kirsten walked down the Stuart Highway just outside of Darwin with her backpack slung around her shoulder. She held up her thumb as the hundredth car whooshed past. The sixteen-year-old schoolgirl was still fuming over the fight she had with her mother just a couple of hours ago.
Kirsten was an only child with a single mother. Her mums' over-protective and sheltering style of parenting had often clashed with Kirstens' adventurous nature. It came to a head when her mum refused to let her go to a party at the house of a boy she liked, a party she was looking forward to for weeks.
The fight got very heated as both sides said things that they regretted. In a rage Kirsten threw some of her things in a bag and stormed out of the house swearing she’ll never be back. “Good riddance, you ungrateful bitch!” her furious mother yelled, not meaning it and expecting her to return once she had cooled down.
Kirsten had left home, something she had wanted to do on several occasions, but it was a little scary. She wondered what she would do now. She considered staying with one of her friends, but their parents wouldn’t want to harbor a run-away and would call her mum.
Then she thought of her cousin Amanda, she was twenty-one and had just got her own place in Katherine. Kirsten texted Amanda “Had huge fight wth mum can I plz stay wiv u 4 a while plz.”
Amanda replied, “OK Kbear but cnt pick u up, cnt miss ne more work.”
“Thnx so much, Il find a way down.”
“jus dont hitch, 2 dangerous.”
‘Shit’ Kirsten thought, ‘then how am I going to get to Katherine? I’ve only got twenty bucks on me, not enough for a bus fare.’ She thought about the last text; “don’t hitch, too dangerous.” ‘Sounds like my mum,’ she thought. Hitch-hiking seemed like the only option for her, and how dangerous could it be? ‘Odds are I’ll just get a lift from some lonely old traveler heading down to Katherine.’
So Kirsten continued walking down the highway sticking her thumb up at passing cars. She didn’t realize how reluctant people would be to stop for her. It was not like she looked dangerous at all.
Kirsten was quite short, thin and petite, she had a pretty baby face, shoulder length, sandy brown hair and small, pert breasts. Kirsten hated the fact that people often thought she was younger than what she was and compensated by often wearing make-up and semi-revealing clothing, much to her mothers' dismay. Right now though she was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a blue T-shirt with a cartoon monkey on it, a black cap and pair of white sneakers.
She could hear another car coming up behind her and turned around and saw a white four-wheel-drive approaching, she put up her thumb hopefully. Kirsten became aware of a loud roar of an engine and then noticed there was a motorbike not far behind the car. The car passed her by, the middle-aged man inside staring at her as he passed.
Then Kirsten noticed the bike slowing down. It was a Harley Davidson road bike with saddle-bags strapped either side. The man riding it looked every bit the stereotypical biker, black helmet, dark glasses, long brown beard and black jacket and jeans. Kirsten was a little alarmed as it went by and pulled up in front of her. She saw the emblem on the back of his jacket, “Gypsy Jokers.” He was a real member of an outlaw Motorbike gang, and he was stopping to give her a lift.
‘Oh no, how am I going to get out of this?’ she thought.
The roaring engine was deafening but the man soon turned it off so that he could talk to her. Kirsten slowly walked over to the man on the bike. The biker turned to her, “need a lift honey?” he called to her in a friendly tone.
“Thanks, but no, not on a motorbike.” she replied as she approached him.
“I just don’t like em, and I’m not getting on without a helmet.”
“Just so happens I’ve got a spare one here.” He said reaching into one of the saddle bags. He pulled out another black helmet and tossed it to Kirsten. Kirsten caught the helmet and stood there trying to think of what to say next. She wasn’t going to get on the bike with this man but didn’t want to offend him. “Where are you headed?” he asked.
“Me too, hop on the back.”
Kirsten just stood there sheepishly shaking her head. “Come on it's as safe as any car, and I won’t bite. Not many people pick up hitchers these days, you might not get another offer all day, and you don’t want to be out here alone at night.” His demeanor seemed friendly despite his rough appearance, and he was right, many cars had passed without stopping, this was her chance to get to Katherine.
Kirsten reluctantly started to climb on to the back of the bike. “What’s your name sweety?” the bikie asked her.
“Hi Kirsten, I’m Clay.” Clay strapped her bag onto the side of the bike as Kirsten put her helmet on and pulled the strap tighter than it needed to be, then wondered if she was crazy.
“Ready to go?” asked Clay.
“As I’ll ever be.” Kirsten replied. Clay gave a laugh and kicked down. The bike came to life again with a thunderous roar and the seat vibrated underneath her. Kirsten’s’ heart began thudding, she had never been on a motorbike before and this was scary.
The bike shot forward and she grabbed Clay in front of her to stop herself from tumbling back. She screamed but didn’t know if he could hear her over the loud engine. Her fingers dug into Clays' sides but if she was hurting him he didn’t show it. The motorbike sped down the highway and Kirsten was terrified as the wind blew her with great force and she was afraid it would blow her right off the bike. She cried out for Clay to stop but she figured he couldn’t hear her over the wind and roar of the engine.
After a while of traveling Kirstens' terror subsided, she realized she wasn’t going to die. She managed to prize her fingers off Clays’ torso and hold on to the side of the seat. It was actually quite exciting and she imagined telling her friends she traveled to Katherine on the back of a Harley Davidson with a real bikie. It would definitely earn her coolness points. She imagined telling her mum too, she would have an aneurism.
After an hour and a halfs travel, Clay pulled into the Adelaide Creek roadhouse for fuel. Kirsten was glad to get off the bike for a little while, her heart was still pumping from the adrenaline and she needed to settle down. “Are you all right Kirsty?” Clay asked.
“Yeah I’m fine, sorry about digging my fingers into you.”
“No problem, it's what I’m there for.” laughed Clay. Kirsten decided he was a nice guy, she felt a little ashamed about being so quick to judge him. She noticed other people at the service station looking at her, probably thinking; ‘what’s that fourteen-year-old doing with that biker?’ Kirsten decided not to give a damn about them.
Clay bought her a Coke, which she was thankful for and drank while he smoked his cigarette. Kirsten sent another text to Amanda telling her she will be there in the evening. Soon they were back on the road and Kirsten told herself that she would try to relax and enjoy the ride this time.
They traveled for a couple more hours and were about an hour out of Katherine when Kirsten noticed the bike beginning to slow down. They then turned off, onto a bitumen road coming off the highway. “What are you doing?” she called out to Clay but he didn’t respond.
She didn’t like this, this was not the way to Katherine. Thinking he didn’t hear her, she tapped him on the shoulder but he still didn’t respond. Kirsten got more worried and filled with dread as they headed up the road. After ten minutes the biker turned off again and came up to the gate of a large rural property.
The boundary was surrounded by a ten foot wire fence with barb wire at the top and the gate had a large padlock. Kirsten didn’t like this, places around here don’t usually have that much security. Clay stopped the bike and kick out the stand.
“What’s going on?” Kirsten called to him again over the engine.
“Just need to pick something up from a friend before we go into Katherine.” Clay told her. “We’ll be ten minutes tops.”
Kirsten was glad to have an explaination but still wasn’t very happy with the stop off. Clay seemed allright but she wouldn’t be very comfortable if there are other bikies here.
Clay fumbled around with a bunch of keys then unlocked the gate and the two of them entered the property. It seemed unkempt, rubbish and old cars strewn around the place and a number of sheds. They didn’t see any people as they rode up to the old house at the center of the property. A couple of motorbikes like the one she was riding on were parked at the front of the house confirming to her there were other bikies there.
Kirstens' unease was growing and she couldn’t wait to get out of there. Clay parked the bike near the others and shut off the engine. Kirsten was surprised at how quiet it had suddenly become. Clay got off and took his helmet off, “You comin’ in?” he asked her.
“You said ten minutes tops, I’ll wait here.”
“Suit yourself.” Kirsten watched as he stepped up on the verandah and entered the house. She waited on the back of the bike for a while, then Clay came back out. “Look my mate hasn’t got here with the stuff yet, but he’ll be here in half an hour. Why don’t you come in and have a drink?”
Kirsten didn’t like this at all, a bikie wanted her to enter a strange house with him. Alarm bells were going off in her head. Clay saw her hesitating, “Come on Kirsty, you’ll be all right.” he said reassuringly. Kirsten didn’t want to offend him, she reluctantly got off the bike and walked with him into the house.
As the entered the house the first thing she noticed were the two other men, they both looked like rough bikies, one was around fifty and bald, the other had a long beard like Clay and was big, built like a bear. They were both sitting in the lounge, it looked like a normal house but there were beer and spirit bottles and other rubbish all over the place. “Are you gunna introduce us?” said the bald man.
“'Coarse, Kirsten this is Sando.” he said pointing to the bald man, “…and Mickey Mouse” he said pointing to the big guy.
“Just Mick.” he said with a smile.
“Kirsten, nice to meet you.” said Sando getting up to shake her hand. “How old are you?”
“Sweet sixteen eh? Well have a seat.” he said pointing to the dusty couch he got off of. Kirsten reluctantly sat down, she was frightened but didn’t want to show it. “Sorry about the mess, it’s the maids' day off.” Sando joked.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Kirsten’s mouth was dry but she had been warned about drink spiking many times and thought that could be a real danger here.
“No thanks.” she replied.
“You sure? I got Beer, or UDLs, or coke if you want it.”
Clay sat down on the couch beside Kirsten, “Yeah I’ll have a beer thanks Sando.”
“I wasn’t offering you a drink.” Sando said smiling, but he left the room and soon returned with two beers and passed one to Clay. Kirsten caught Mick looking her over and she immediately felt even more uncomfortable. He then picked the bong up off the coffee table and busied himself packing it with weed.
“So heading to Katherine huh?” Sando said to Kirsten.
“Yeah my dad's expecting me tonight.” Kirsten had never known her father, but it seemed like a defensive thing to say.
“If I had a daughter I wouldn’t let her hitch-hike.” Sando said.
“Yeah well he didn’t exactly let me.”
“Lucky I picked you up.” said Clay, “You could’ve gotten into trouble.”
“I can take care of myself.” replied Kirsten.
“I’m sure you can.” laughed Clay.
Kirsten sat in lounge room with the three bikers, engaging in small talk as they smoked weed and drank beers. She just couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there and her unease kept growing until Clay casually dropped a bombshell. “You know I might crash here tonight and head to Katherine in the morning. You can put us both up tonight can't you Sando.”
“Absolutely.” Sando replied cheerfully.
”What? No! I can’t stay here!” said Kirsten shocked.
“Sure you can.” said Clay, “We’ll show you a good time.”
“No my dad's expecting me, No ….I can’t!”
“Come on Kirsty relax!” said Sando, “Your daddy can wait.”
Kirsten got her phone out, “I’m going to call my cousin to pick me up.” She thought, 'why hadn’t I done it earlier?' Clay grabbed her phone before she could dial. He didn’t seem so friendly now.
Now his words were chilling “No, stay with us Kirsty. We’ll have some fun.”
“I don’t want to. Please Clay give it back!” she said, her voice now trembling. Clay just threw her phone down behind the couch.
He put his hand down on her thigh. “Come on, you’re a friendly girl aren’t you Kirsty?”
Kirsten pushed his hand away, she tried to get up but Clay roughly pulled her back down on the couch. She started crying,
“Please… just let me go …I want to go.”
Clay had his big rough hands on her again, “Relax baby girl, relax. Don’t cry ...We don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Yeah, we just wanna have some fun.” added Sando.
Kirsten was crying and trying to push Clays’ hands away. “No ...No …leave me alone.” Clay ignored her and used one hand to pin her arms down while the other hand rubbed at her crotch through her denim shorts.
“Take her clothes off.” said Mick “I can't fuckin' wait to see that tight little body!”
“Yeah, why don’t you show us what you got under there?” said Clay.
Kirsten cried more as Sando came over and they pulled her up to her feet. She struggled against them as Clay held her arms and Sando grabbed at her shorts. She tried to kick and thrash about and scream as her shorts were pulled down revealing her pink cotton panties.
“You know what they say about girls who wear pink panties?” said Mick, “...They’re gunna get fucked by bikies!” he burst out laughing at his own joke.
Sando was having a lot of trouble pulling the shorts down as she kicked and thrashed about. “Jesus, calm down you little cunt!”
“Aw she’s just got a lot of spirit.” said Clay, “...I like that.”
“Fuck it.” said Sando, grabbing hold of her panties and with one hard yank ripped them away from her body.
“Over here!” called Mick and Sando tossed him the torn panties. Mick took a big sniff, “Mmmm nice.” he said. Kirsten cried out in protest as Sando stroked at the patch of dark pubic hair and then began rubbing at the neat little slit of her vulva.
“Go get the camera Sando.” said Clay.
“Yeah good idea.” he said leaving the room. While he was out the other two managed to get the t-shirt, bra and shorts off the struggling teen. Kirsten couldn’t believe this was happening to her, now she was naked in front of these three big bikers, she had gone past the point of no return and it was only going to get worse from here.
Fighting them was doing nothing and there was no help coming for her. She was frustrated at her helplessness, angry at Clay for turning on her and herself for being so stupid, and terrified at what was going to happen next. There was a bright flash, Sando was holding a digital camera and had just taken a photo of her naked body.
“She’s got small tits, but that’s a nice looking little pussy!” he commented. “Why don’t you boys spread her legs wide, we’ll capture her good side.”
The next photo had the little teen pinned on the couch , her crotch sticking in front of her, her little pussy clearly visible as two men had a leg each spread wide, her small breasts were visible and tears streamed down her face.
The picture after that was much the same but with Clays hand at her crotch spreading the thin lips apart for a more obscene look at her exposed vagina.
In the next picture Kirsten was bent over on the couch with a clear shot of her pale ass big rough hands had her cheeks spread showing her puckered little anus as well as her pussy.
Kirsten felt like a rag doll, being held down and posed for these horrible obscene photos. It was incredibly humiliating and degrading and she wondered who would see these photos. The next thing she knew Clay had a little white pill in front of her face, “Here baby girl, take this!”
“NO!” Kirsten cried out.
“It's Ecstasy. It’ll make this a lot more fun if you take it, trust me.”
‘Trust me!’ how dare he say that?’ thought Kirsten, ‘I’m not gunna let them drug me.’ She kept her mouth closed and shook her head as he tried to force it in.
“Suit yourself.” said Clay, giving up. She was forced down with her back on the lounge.
“Hold her arms for me.” said Clay. He got down between her naked legs. “If you don’t want the E, I got another way to get you going.”
Keeping her legs spread wide he pressed his mouth up against her cunt. Kirsten could feel his wiry beard against her sensitive skin all around her crotch and inner thighs. His rough wet tongue lashed out along her vulva. Kirsten cried out at this new violation, and then his tongue pushed its' way inside her and wriggled about.
This new sensation was overwhelming and Clay just kept at it. Kirsten could feel her insides tingling and she knew the stimulation was starting to make her wet. Mick leant over and grabbed hold of her small tits and was groping and squeezing and pinching her small pink nipples making her squeal.
Clay was furiously eating out her pussy, he poked his tongue right out and was fucking her with it and she got wetter and wetter. He lifted his head up licking her juices from his lips. “You like that, don’t you Kirsty? I told you we’d have some fun." He moved up till his face was right in front of hers, “Now give me some lovin’.” he whispered and forcefully pushed his lips up against hers.
His tongue lashed about in her mouth just as it had in her pussy. Kirsten fought the urge to bite down on it, getting him mad would just make things worse. His mouth tasted like beer, cigarettes and pussy juices. Kirsten felt sick, she had been kissed once before, but this was disgusting. Eventually Clay stopped pashing her and pulled away.
“You’re giving me a raging hard-on, you know that?” He sat back and opened the fly of his jeans. His eight-inch, hard cock popped out. Kirsten had only seen pictures of cocks before and now a real one was right in front of her, it looked big and very scary. Her heart thudded even harder and she thought she was going to have a heart attack.
“You a virgin little Kirsty?” Clay asked, but assumed she was. “You won’t be for much longer. I’m gunna make you a woman!” He took hold of his erection and guided it to Kirstens’ defenseless crotch. He began rubbing the fat purple head along her small, wet slit. Kirsten cried out even more and begged him not to do it, but there was no stopping him now.
He began pushing his cock into her. Slowly the fat cock split the cunt lips apart and forced its way down inside the squeezing hole. Once the fat cockhead had penetrated the tight opening, Clay gave a short thrust and the head sunk into the depths as his meaty invader speared her crotch. Kirsten screamed out in pain as her virginity was taken.
Clay began fucking, slowly grinding his cock back and forward a few inches. Tears were streaming down Kirstens’ face and she was screaming for Clay to stop. Clay just put his hand over her mouth “Shhh shhh shhh baby girl …you're so tight, …this is the best bit of pussy I ever had!”
There were several flashes as Sando took photos of the teen girl losing her virginity. Clay continued to fuck slowly, enjoying the sensation of the soft flesh squeezing around his cock. Kirsten could do nothing but cry as her sensitive insides were being violated. Her mind was screaming out ‘Rape! …Rape! …Rape!’ She couldn’t believe it was happening to her.
Big Mick had her arms pinned up over her head the whole time. He had one hand wandering and would grope at her small tits and stroke her face. He teased and talked dirty to Kirsten as she got fucked. Sando was floating around taking several photos of the rape, Kirsten noticed through teary eyes he had his hard cock out stroking it.
Clay was now violently rocking her body back and forth as he thrust hard into her pussy. The meaty invader was bludgeoning her insides and they felt like they were on fire. Being raped was even worse than she had imagined.
She wondered how long he would keep it up, the rape seemed to go on and on. Then without warning the big cock was pulled all the way out of her. Her vagina still hurt, but it was a relief not to be stretched around the invader. Clay got hold of his cock and jerked off. Soon he began to groan as he shot a load of warm, pearly white cum onto the teen girls' crotch. Kirsten cried out in disgust as another load splurted onto her, there was another flash of the camera.
“How was your first fuck?” asked Mick. He finally let go of her hands and she put them up to her face and cried into them. Clay got off her and she closed her legs and tried to curl up into a ball, she just wanted to die.
“Should’ve taken the Ecstasy bitch!” said Clay, “ At least I had a fuckin’ great time!”
Sando passed Clay Kirstens’ blue t-shirt “Here clean up your mess, there’s others here who want a turn!”
Mick pulled Kirstens' hands away from her face and she saw his huge fat cock sticking out right in front of her. “Open wide!” he said. But the crying girl kept her mouth closed. Mick put his heavy fist up to Kirstens face in a threatening gesture, “I said suck on my dick girl, or I’m gunna break your fuckin’ jaw.” The threat worked and the frightened girl reluctantly opened her mouth.
She was disgusted again as the big cock head went into her mouth and she put her lips down around the meaty shaft.
“Now suck it like you’re in love.” ordered Mick. Another flash of the camera captured the teary teen with the cock in her mouth. Kirsten felt sick as she began sucking on the fat cock that rocked in her mouth, another violation brought upon her.
Soon Sando said, “Hold on Mick, I’m gunna get some of that tight teen pussy.” Mick pulled his cock out of her mouth and the men roughly lifted Kirsten off the couch. Kirsten feebly tried to fight them, she didn’t want to be raped again, but it was no use. Sando bent her over the edge of the lounge so that her stomache was on the arm-rest and ass was hanging off the side.
He got behind her and guided his erect cock to her little cunt. Without hesitation he pushed his cock past the pink lips and speared it deep inside her body. Kirsten cried out, her pussy was already sore from being raped and now it was happening again. Sando didn’t start slowly as Clay had, he was ramming his seven-inch cock in with deep hard thrusts.
“Oh Yeah! …fuck yeah!....young pussy is the best pussy!” said Sando. Kirsten loathed the fact they were getting so much pleasure from her body while she was in hell. It was just so incredibly unfair.
Mick moved onto the lounge so that he was sitting where Kirstens' head was, he pushed his hard dick into her face again, “Now let's continue where we left off.”
‘He’s gotta be kidding’ Kirsten thought, ‘he wants me to suck his dick while I’m being raped.’ Mick forcefully pushed his dick into her mouth and Kirsten opened up letting it in. This had got even worse, now she was being violated at both ends. Clay had the camera and was taking photos.
“Hey look at you now Kirsty.” Clay teased. “Half an hour ago you were an innocent virgin, now you taking two cocks like a fuckin’ pro!”
Sando continued pumping hard from behind, he was rocking back and forth so wildly his cock slipped out, but he quickly got hold of it and pushed it back in. Kirsten found it very hard sucking a dick while she was getting slam fucked from behind. Mick kept abusing her, telling her she was a useless cock-sucker.
Sando couldn’t keep up his fast pace for very long and then without warning he splurted his cum deep inside the teens' violated body. He quickly pulled out as another squirt went into her open pussy. “Did you just cream-pie her?” said Clay.
“Yeah man, I couldn’t help it, she’s so fuckin’ tight.”
Kirsten took her mouth off the cock and cried out in disgust as she realized what just happened, Sando had cum inside her. She could feel the warm wetness inside her. For the first time she realized they were having unprotected sex. The rape was horrible enough but these cretins could give her any number of diseases or impregnate her. She shuddered as she felt the gooey cum dripping out of her sore, wet pussy.
“Doesn’t matter” said Mick “She’ll need the extra lubrication for my big cock!” He pushed Kirsten aside and stood up “You’re not real good with your mouth girl, but I hear great things about your cunt.”
Once again Kirsten was moved around like a rag doll as the big biker pushed her back down on her back on the couch, he spread her legs wide and pushed them back to her shoulders. Kirsten knew she was going to be raped again. She felt like she was all cried out, now she was angry more than anything. “Leave me alone you sick bastards!” she called out to them. “Fuckin’ pathetic rapist Assholes!!”
The men just laughed, “Looks like she’s given up the cry-baby routine.” said Clay. “Told you she has spirit.”
Mick got on top of Kirsten. There was a huge size difference between the hulking biker and the petite teen girl, he looked like he could crush her. His cock was noticeably larger than the others too and he pointed it down menacingly at the little cunt which was now soaking wet with puffy red lips and a glob of pearly-white cum sitting at the opening. Kirsten madly tried to push him away “Leave me alone!” she cried out.
“Hold her arms will ya!” Mick said to Sando. Sando moved around and managed to hold the struggling girl.
Very slowly Mick forced his big, fat cock down into the tight teen pussy. Kirsten cried out in pain as her sore cunt lips were stretched obscenely wide and the huge organ ground its way deeper and deeper inside her body. Soon Mick had all ten inches wedged deep inside her.
Fresh tears streamed down Kirstens' face, his cock felt huge, like someone had forced a baseball-bat inside her. Then he began fucking her, they weren’t real hard thrusts but she could feel every small movement as the cock rubbed on her tender, stretched flesh. “Oh Jesus!....Oh fuck yeah!” said Mick. “I’ve fuckin' died and gone to heaven!”
Kirsten thought to herself ‘I wish you would die you asshole.' She groaned in pain, her cunt now felt like it was burning with the intense friction of the huge cock. Mick was unrelenting, he started to pump the squeezing hole harder, when he pulled back Kirsten felt like her insides were being pulled with it and then he would thrust the huge member back down into the depths of her pussy, over and over again. ‘He’s gotta finish soon.’ Kirsten kept telling herself.
Eventually he pulled out of the squeezing hole with a plop, he repositioned himself so that his cock was in front of her face. “You’re gunna take it in your sassy little mouth.” he told her.
“No fuckin’ way!!” she cried out turning her head away.
“I’ll burn your clit off with a cigarette lighter, Do as your fuckin’ told!!” Sobbing, Kirsten opened her mouth and Mick pushed his big wet dick in. With his dick in the crying girls mouth he jerked it until he let out a groan and hot cum gushed out. Kirsten pulled away in disgust and spat a big glob of cum out. “Fuckin’ Slut, you’re supposed to swallow it down.” said Mick angrily, slapping her hard in the face.
“Hey, Hey.” called Clay, “No need to hurt her.”
“The little Slut needs to be trained.” replied Mick.
Mick left her alone and went to get another beer. Sando left her alone as well. Kirsten just laid on the couch, she curled herself into a ball again and quietly sobbed. All three men had raped her now, she hoped that this nightmare was over, or at least the worst had passed. The men all just sat casually in the lounge again, they drank their beers and smoked and talked amongst themselves. “Sometimes you can pick up some wonderful things on the side of the road!” Clay said.
“Fuck yeah!” agreed Sando, “You can bring some teen pussy here any time you want.”
Eventually Kirsten spoke up, “You’ve got what you wanted now, just let me call my cousin …please.”
“Sorry baby girl. I told you, we’re gunna stay the night. The party’s not over by a long shot.”
“Yeah.” added Sando, “You’ve got some more friends to meet, and we all can’t wait for round two, I wanna stick it up your ass.”
“NO You Fuckers!!” Kirsten cried, “I can’t take any more, you’ll kill me you Assholes!”
“Hey the offer still stands.” said Clay holding up a little plastic bag with the white Ecstasy pill inside. Kirsten stared at the pill, she imagined a night of being drugged up and used as a fuck-toy for a gang of bikies, enduring even more rape, even anal rape. She knew she couldn’t plead with them, they didn’t give a shit about her, these Assholes just wanted to use her for their own sordid gratification. And no one was coming to help her, they didn’t know where she was, even she didn’t know where she was. There was just one thing she had to try.
Kirsten gingerly got up from the couch, her crotch was really sore and tender as she stood. Slowly the naked teen walked over to Clay who was still holding up the pill. “There’s a good girl.” he said as she went to take it.
All of a sudden Kirsten made a dash for the front door, she quickly flung the door open. “Grab her!!” came the shouts in the loungeroom behind her. Kirsten flew out the door, across the verandah and onto the dirt in front of the house. Her heart was going a million miles an hour as she made a beeline for the front gate of the large property.
She was stark naked but luckily still had her sneakers on, she knew she was a faster runner than these older men, all she needed to do was get out of here and make it to a neighboring property where someone can help her. She ran down the dirt drive as fast as she could, not daring to look behind her. She heard the shouts of the men behind her, then she heard the roar of a motorbike starting up. ‘Shit!’ she thought, ‘the bastards would have no trouble catching me on their bikes. Adrenaline was pumping as the front gate was looming, the roar of the bikes was also getting louder.
Kirsten hit the gate and pushed it. “Fuck!!” she exclaimed as she realized it was locked again. She could see the bikies on their motorbikes fast approaching. Kirsten pushed at the gate again and noticed a small gap between both sides of the gate. Without thinking she tried to dive through. It was a tight squeeze, she cried out in pain as she forced her head through the gap, scraping it against the steel.
The bikies were now stopping at the gate and getting off their bikes. Kirsten was thankful for her petite frame as she urgently squeezed her body through the gap. Clay ran up and just before she could slip her legs through he reached out and grabbed onto her sneaker.
“Aaaagh let go you Fucker!” Kirsten screamed.
“You’re not going anywhere bitch!” said Clay. Kirsten pulled and pulled and suddenly her foot slipped free of the shoe. She wasted no time getting up and running off again.
“AH FUCK!!!” Clay screamed behind her. There was no way he was going to squeeze through the gap, he quickly grabbed the bundle of keys from his jacket and franticly fumbled at the lock.
“Come on, Come on, Open it, the bitch is getting away!” said Sando.
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing.” said Clay in frustration.
Kirsten was running as fast as she possibly could, they were large acreages out here and she was still several hundred meters from the nearest house. The loud engines of the bikes were getting quieter as she left them behind, but she knew they would soon have the gate open and be after her again. She was running along the high fence of the bikies property, through low scrub with only one shoe, the road was around thirty meters from the fence.
Then Kirsten became aware of a roaring motorbike engine, not behind her but up ahead. Two more bikers were coming down the road. As they got closer they saw the naked girl running along the fence and slowed down. They turned off the road and headed toward Kirsten. ‘No, No, No!’ thought Kirsten, ‘Where did they come from?' She just continued running fast, but the bikers approached rapidly. The roar of the engine was getting very loud now. Then there was a sharp blow to her head and everything went dark.
When Kirsten came around she slowly became aware that she was draped over a bike. She had a throbbing headache. She became aware of voices. “Lucky you came along when you did Tommo.”
“Yeah I reckon, can’t you boys keep a handle on your naked girls?”
“We just got a slippery little one here.”
“Have you boys become pedo? What is she thirteen? …fourteen?”
“Nah sweet sixteen, she’s legal.”
“I think when they’re trying to get away from you it’s not exactly legal, but that just makes it more fun.”
“Oh look she’s waking up.”
Next thing, Clays' face was in front of her. “Hello sweety. Thought you got rid of us eh? …Jeez you gave us a run.”
Clay helped Kirsten sit up, she was still a little dizzy.
“You took a knock to the head, that’s for being a bad girl!” She saw another biker there, a tall, rough looking man with sandy colored hair and a big strong jaw covered in stubble.
“Hello there, I’m Tommo, I caught you girly, now I wanna get my reward.”
“Ha ha, help yourself mate.” said Clay, “She’s not a bad bit of pussy!”
”Yeah well I’m not gunna take your word for it. I’ll find out myself.”
Kirsten was still groggy as she was taken back into the house. She had given it her best shot but here she was being dragged back into hell. “We better tie her up so she doesn’t slip away again.” said one of the men.
“Yeah Okay, I’ll get some rope, you boys take her into the bedroom on the left.” said Sando. Kirsten was taken down the hall and into a bedroom, she was roughly thrown down onto an old, dirty, springy double bed in the center of the room. Soon Sando came in with some lengths of rope.
“No, don’t tie me up …Please!” Kirsten cried out.
“Well you shouldn’t have tried to run away from us girl.” said Sando. Tommo and the other man held Kirsten down as Sando began tying the rope tightly around her left wrist. Kirsten tried to struggle but the men were too strong. Soon her left wrist was tightly bound to the iron leg of the bed. The men did the same with her right wrist and then her ankles.
Kirsten laid there on the bed spread eagled, each limb tightly bound to a corner of the bed. Tommo stood at the end of the bed, he looked down at the naked, helpless teen with a big smile on his face. He pulled his hard cock out of his pants.
“Y’know, I think our little chase counts as foreplay Bitch.” He climbed onto the bed and on top of her until his face was right in front of hers. “let's just get into the hard fucking.”
He grabbed his dick and pressed it up against her tight slit. The lips split apart and his member forced its way deep down into her sore pussy. Kirsten cried out as she was being raped again. Tommo was soon bouncing his hairy ass up and down, pushing the little teen hard into the springy mattress.
The big biker was fucking her as violently as he could. Bound tightly to the bed Kirsten could do nothing but cry and moan and take every hard thrust. Tommo kept up his pace for a while, he was getting hot and sweaty as he pounded her tight body.
He stopped with his fat cock wedged in as deep as it could go, Kirsten could feel his hot sweaty body pressed down on top of her. He smelt really bad. Then he pressed his lips roughly against hers. His stubble felt like rough sandpaper on her face as he began frenching her. His tongue lashed out inside her mouth. Kirsten hated this more than anything, it was revolting and she felt like she was going to be sick.
She could feel her sore, tender insides pressed against every inch of the thick invader, and the fat cock head felt like it was buried so deep inside her. She was glad it had stopped its violent back and forth thrusting, but she just wanted the horrible thing out of her body.
Soon Tommo stopped lewdly kissing her and lifted himself off her, pulling back the thick member until it plopped out of her ravaged crotch. He looked into her teary eyes again, “You like that don’t you? You little teenage slut! Don’t worry I aint finished with you by a long shot!” He turned to his friend who had been watching the whole time, “yer up Rob.”
Rob didn’t hesitate at all getting out his erect cock and climbing on top of the bound teen. He slipped his cock inside her and began pumping away. Kirsten could just lay there and take it as she was raped by the fifth man in a matter of hours.
Tommo left the room, Rob was still fucking her when he returned a few minutes later with a beer in his hand.
“Come on Robbie,” he said, “...put some effort into it mate. Pound the bitch hard, she loves it!”
“Just enjoying the sweet pussy!” replied Rob, but then he sped up the thrusts, fucking her violently like Tommo was. Kirsten couldn’t help moaning at the rough fucking. Her insides were soaking wet but felt like they were being rubbed raw. “I think you’re right, she does love it.” laughed Rob.
Rob soon pulled out. “Shit, I’ll cum if I keep going like that. Don’t wanna cum just yet.” He climbed off Kirsten and off the bed “Are you ready for round two mate?”
Tommo took a swig of his beer and looked Kirsten over. “I reckon it's time I stuck it up her ass. What do you think Slut?”
Kirsten shook her head crying. “No, don’t please.”
Tommo began untying the rope around her ankles. “Go and get some Vaseline or something.” he told Rob, “Reckon the little bitch is gunna be a fuckin’ tight fit.”
Kirsten kicked and struggled as he tried to untied her legs, Tommo just easily held her legs down as he undid the knots. Grabbing her legs he flipped her over exposing her bare little ass. Her arms were still tied to the bed so her upper body was kind of half twisted around. Tommo sat on her thrashing legs to hold them down and started playfully slapping her ass cheeks.
He spread the cheeks apart and began prodding at her puckered little anus. “Oooh yeah, that’s a cute little freckle. The boys haven’t gone in through the back door yet, have they? I’m gunna be the first man to enter that territory.”
“No, don’t do it, you sick fuckin’ pervert!” cried Kirsten. She was scared and furious, he was really going to anal rape her.
Tommo spat on his index finger and pushed it into her little anus. Kirsten cried out in horror as the finger penetrated her. Just the finger felt really big with her tight ass squeezing it.
“Hoo boy!, you are a real tight-ass!” said Tommo with delight. He began wriggling his finger around and pushing it back and forth, finger-fucking her. To Kirsten this new violation was the worst yet, she desperately wanted him to leave her poor ass alone. “Here mate, I found some.” said Rob, Kirsten didn’t even notice him coming back into the room.
Tommo took his finger out of the little hole “Great, I’m gunna fuckin’ need it.” he said taking the jar of Vaseline. He dipped his finger in the jar and then wiped a glob of lube around her ring, pushing his finger back into the little ass. He then wiped a generous amount around the head and shaft of his big erection. “Allright Slut, let's do it! Let's get it up there!”
Kirsten cried out and begged for him to stop as he pressed his fat cockhead against the little opening. With a firm grip of his shaft he pushed into the little hole. Slowly the sphincter opened up. Kirsten cried out in agony as it was obscenely stretched around the fat, invading glans. The head suddenly slipped inside a few inches. The tight sphincter squeezed around the fat shaft relentlessly making Kirsten grit her teeth at the unbearable pain.
Tommo continued to push it in deeper as more and more thick, meaty shaft pushed through the squeezing ring. Deep inside her ass, insides she never felt before pressed around the fat cock head as his balls pressed against her bum and the whole thing was wedged deep inside her ass. To Kirsten this was the most horrible thing ever. Her stretched ring was extremely painful, the hard cock felt absolutely huge and having it wedged up into her bowels was the most uncomfortable and unnatural thing ever. She desperately wanted it out of her body.
Then Tommo pulled his cock back several inches and her guts churned. “Owww ...take it out …take it out please!! …It fuckin' hurts ...Owwwll!” she begged.
Tommo pushed it back deep into her ass. He just grunted as he slowly continued pushing his hard cock back and forth in her squeezing asshole. “Just relax and enjoy it Slut!” But that was impossible, Kirsten was in hell as the big biker continued to sodomize her.
The Vaseline was helping the fat member slide back and forth, but that didn’t do anything to ease the pain of having her virgin ass obscenely penetrated. Elsewhere in the house loud rock music began blaring. Tommos’ pace began to speed up with the music.
Kirsten just wanted this horrible rape to be over, it was even worse than being raped in her sore vagina. Soon her body was being rocked with each hard thrust. “How’s her ass, man?” asked Rob.
“Still really fuckin’ tight.” said Tommo, “It’s gunna make me cum soon.” Then Tommo pulled his cock right back, the head came out with a plop. Kirsten was really relieved to have out of her. Tommo grabbed it and slapped her ass with it a couple of times and then lined up her wet, puckered ring and pushed it back in. Kirsten whimpered as she was penetrated again.
The bikie repositioned himself and began pounding her really hard again, making her cry and moan in pain. The hard pounding didn’t go for too much longer. Tommo quickly pulled his cock out again and got up, moving so that his big erection was in front of Kirstens' red, teary face. He jerked it a few times before a rope of hot, pearly cum splurted out of the head and onto Kirstens lips and nose, a few seconds later another load splurted onto her face.
“Aaaaah yeah, have some cum, bitch!” Kirsten was disgusted with the load of cum on her face, but she was glad the ass fucking was finally over.
Tommo got up off the girl and grabbed his beer off a side table and took a swig. Kirsten twisted her body back around and moved so that she was half sitting up. Warm cum dripped from her face and she couldn’t wipe it away with both her arms tied to the bed, her ass was really sore.
“Think I’ll get me some of that tight ass too” said Rob, holding his rock-hard erection.
“No, just leave me alone you bastard!” sobbed Kirsten. Rob moved onto the bed and grabbed Kirstens’ ankles he roughly pulled her down so she was on her back again. Kirsten kicked her legs wildly making Rob let go. “Stop fighting it, you stupid Slut, you know you’re gunna get fucked!” said Tommo from next to her.
Rob managed to get hold of her ankles again, he forced her legs back until they were around her shoulders, Kirsten still kicked and struggled. “Here I’ll give you a hand” said Tommo. He put his beer down and leant over and grabbed her ankles, Kirsten struggled but Tommo was too strong, he pulled her legs back further forcing her ass to lift, providing easy access to her puckered asshole. “There ya go Rob, get it up there.”
Rob didn’t have to be told twice, he grabbed his cock and guided it her anus, he pushed the fat cock-head into the little hole, forcing it deep inside her. Soon Rob was pumping his cock into Kirstens' ass. She threw her head back and was crying and groaning loudly. While he was fucking away, Sando entered the bedroom. “Hey, you boys enjoying our hot little house guests’ company?”
“You bet.” said Tommo, “Little bitch is a good bit of fuck-meat!”
“Hey, you're getting up her ass!” he said watching Rob, “I was gunna butt-fuck her next time!”
“I recommend it.” said Tommo, “real nice and tight.” There was a flash in the room, Sando had his camera and took a photo of Kirsten being sodomized. Rob continued to pump his cock into the squeezing rectum for several more minutes until he pulled it back out, groaning as he spurt his hot cum all over the busted open asshole. He climbed off the sobbing girl.
"Clay's got the barbie crankin', you fellas work up an appetite in here?" Sando said to the men.
"Yeah, sounds good." said Tommo.
"How 'bout you little Kirsty? You hungry? Want a big fat sausage?"
"Oh she's had plenty of sausage already, but I reckon she can't get enough!" laughed Rob. The naked, violated teen just laid on the bed as the three men all laughed at her.
Sando looked down at her and rubbed his crotch, "Yeah I'm gunna be back soon with a nice fat sausage for ya, and I'm gunna get well aquainted with that tight teen asshole."
The three men left the room, leaving Kirsten there with her hands still tightly bound either side of the bed-head. She had a headache and her pussy was sore, but that was nothing compared to her aching rectum. Being anally violated was horrible beyond words, and there were promises of more to come, leaving the sixteen-year-old in a pit of despair.
The rock music continued somewhere in the house, she recognised the song as ACDCs' "Shook Me All Night Long", she used to like that song. Kirsten pulled against the ropes again, all she did was hurt her wrists, it was useless, she was helpless in the hands of these psycho, rapist Assholes.
She had stopped feeling sorry for herself and now she was just angry. Who did these bastards think they were? She was a human being, why did they think they had a right to just use her like this? Five men had violated her in every way, and they were going to do it again. She wasn't some prostitute or slut, she was a school-girl, who was a virgin when she woke up this morning, only ever letting a boy kiss her once.
Kirsten didn't think she could take any more, she tried to think if she ever heard of a girl being fucked to death. She wondered if she should have taken that Ecstacy pill, would that have made it all more bearable? Kirsten could hear the men laughing and talking loudly to each other from inside and outside the house.
Kirsten couldn't stand it, she was just lying there, tied to a bed, waiting for those monsters to come back in and start raping her again.
It was around a full, long hour Kirsten had waited before she heard the dreaded sound of footsteps down the hall and then the dreaded sight of a big figure at the doorway. It was Clay, Kirsten hated him most of all. She had trusted him, and he was the one who had brought her into this hell. He stole her virginity only a few hours ago.
Clay walked over to the girl lying on the bed, he had a bottle of water. "Here." he said, moving the bottle to her lips. Kirsten turned her head away. "It's just water." he said, "I didn't put anything in it ...unless you want me to?"
Kirsten was quite thirsty, she reluctanlty turned her head back and let Clay tip the water into her mouth. The water didn't taste different, it felt good wetting her dry mouth and sliding down her throat. Clay continued letting her drink until she had enough and then put the bottle on the bedside table next to the jar of vaseline. "Do you want anything to eat?" he asked her, Kirsten shook her head no.
"I'll untie you if you promise to be a good girl." he said, "Do you promise Kirsty?"
"...yes." Clay undid the rope around Kirstens wrists one at a time. Kirsten gingerly sat up and rubbed her sore wrists. She thought that in a strange way Clay had been looking after her, he had stopped Mick from getting too rough earlier, had offered her the extacy and now he was giving her water and untying her. She allowed herself the small hope that if she got talking to him, maybe he would stop this now. She had to try it, but what would she say to him?
"Does your mother know you do this to innocent girls?" she said, and then immediatly thought that maybe it was the wrong thing to say.
"Don't go talking about my mother." said Clay, "My mother was a whore, literally." There was a bit of a pause and then Clay continued, "All women are whores, it's just the price that varies. ...We might by stealin' it from you, but you shoulda done a better job of protecting your puss! ...Consider it a life lesson."
"Fuck You!" said Kirsten angrily, "You lot are just a bunch of dirty animals!"
"Now your gettin' it baby. That's exactly what we are. Just animals indulging our base instincts!"
"Now your talking baby, Come and give me a good blowjob." Clay sat on the bed and got out his cock.
"No." Kirsten said defiantly.
"Didn't you just promise to be a good girl? Do I need to tie you up again?"
"Fuck you!" Kirsten repeated, tears swelling in her eyes. She reluctantly moved over to him.
"Kneel down." Clay instructed, "that's it, let's put that dirty mouth to a better use."
Kirsten took Clays' cock in her mouth and began sucking, it swelled and got harder as she sucked. "Come on girl, you can do a better job than that!, cradle my balls, suck harder, bob your head up and down."
Kirsten hated having to pleasure this scumbag who she hated more than anything. She hated the taste of his cock. She knelt beside the bed, bobbing her head up and down, sucking on Clays' dick for what seemed like ages. Her jaw was getting sore. She dreaded having more horrible cum squirted on her but she just wanted to finish.
"How's it going there Clay? She a good little cock-sucker?" it was Sando, she didn't notice him entering the room. His voice made her tense up.
"Not bad for a little girl." said Clay.
"Yeah well I promised her a good butt-fuck. And I'm rearin' to go!"
"Just wait your turn" said Clay, "She's seein' to me first!"
"Yeah no worries, I'm not goin' anywhere."
Now Kirsten didn't want the blowjob to end, Sando was there waiting to anal rape her once she had finished. Her asshole was still hurting from the two cocks that had sodomized her earlier. She stopped sucking so hard, and was glad when Clay didn't say anything. For a few more minutes Kirsten slowly sucked on Clays' cock, Sando was getting more impatient
"Come on man, hurry up and cum in her face. I wanna have my turn again."
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses man!" said Clay, "Not long now." Clay pushed Kirstens head down, his cock went deeper into the back of her mouth, hitting her throat and making her gag.
"harder and deeper baby girl, we're on the home stretch here." he began face-fucking her harder until he groaned loudly as his hard cock spasmed and a load of cum shot out into Kirstens' mouth. Kirsten pulled her head back till the cock was out of her mouth and she spat the horrible cum out onto the floor. She was expecting Clay to get mad with her for spitting it out the way Mick had, but he didn't say anything.
Sando didn't waste any time grabbing Kirsten under her arms and hualing her up off her knees. "My turn now." he said with a big grin.
"No, don't!" pleaded Kirsten, "Let me blow you instead!"
"Nah bitch! you're getting it up the pooper." He bent the protesting girl over the end of the bed.
"Clay, don't let him do it, it fuckin' hurts."
"You just gotta take it like a whore! ...Thanks for the BJ." said Clay as he got up and left the room.
While Sando was waiting he was greasing his cock with the vaseline and rubbing it hard so he was immediatly ready to go. He held Kirsten down into the matress with one hand and grabbed his hard cock with the other. She tried to thrash about as he pushed his greasy cock-head into the little sphincter. Sando lurched forward as he violently penetrated the tight ass.
With his hard cock fully wedged in he put his weight on top of the thrashing, crying girl. "Aaaah fuck yeah!, I love that! That's it you little bitch, keep squeezin' my cock with your hot asshole." Tears streamed from Kirstens face, it was just like it was the other times, it hurt like hell.
Sando shifted his weight, grabbed hold of Kirstens ass and slowly pulled his cock back until the head was just about out then he slammed it deep inside her again, causing Kirsten to cry out in pain. He continued fucking her this way, calling out exitedly as he violently bucked her forward with each thrust.
All the noise had got the attention of the other men. The three of them, Tommo, Mick and Rob entered the bedroom while Sando ploughed the naked teens' ass. They Cheered Sando on and also hollered exitedly. Kirsten didn't have to smell the alcohol to know they were now more drunk, that had to be a bad thing for her.
"I guess I'm the only one in this room who hasn't been up your ass!" Mick said to Kirsten, looking into her teary eyes. "Let's see about fixin' that!" He got his big cock out of his pants and was rubbing it, it was already almost fully erect and bigger than any of the other mens cocks by a couple of inches.
Kirsten remembered how he had painfully pounded her vagina with that horrible big monster, now he wanted to stick it up her ass. He rubbed some vaseline around his big, fat cock-head and moved around to the end of the bed. "Get off her Sando, she's ready to take a real cock."
Sando grinned and pulled his dick out from the girls' clenching ass. "Okay Mickey Mouse, she's all yours mate!"
Mick got into position behind Kirsten and poked his swollen cockhead at her moist, puckered asshole. Kirsten screamed out for him to stop, but there was no stopping him now. He forced his big, fat cock through the squeezing ring of her sphincter and deep into the depths of her bowels. Kirsten cried out again in pain.
"Hell yeah!" said Mick, "You can't buy this shit". He began slow thrusting, which felt more like grinding to Kirsten, it felt like her guts were being pushed and pulled with the moving monster invader.
Slowly Mick began thrusting harder and the group of men only got more excited, cheering him on and rubbing their hard cocks. Kirsten was in hell as the big man continued to brutally rape her ass. Mick pulled all the way out and the tight ring released its grip on the cock with a plop. Kirsten was relieved to have the huge invader out of her body but Mick quickly grabbed his cock and painfully pushed it back in, then he pulled out and did it again. What the fuck is he doing? thought Kirsten, but Mick was getting a lot of pleasure from penetrating the abused little hole over and over again.
"Hey Mick." said Tommo, "...We should give her a DP, make her feel special!". The other men all cheered in agreement and started chanting excitedly, "DP!, DP!, DP!" Kirsten didn't know what DP was, but she knew it couldn't be good.
"Yeah good idea." agreed Mick, "Let's fill her right up." Kirsten felt Micks hefty weight get off her, then the sharp pain as he yanked her hair, forcing her to quickly get up off the bed. As she stood up her sore ass was still painfully throbbing. Mick layed down on the bed, his big cock standing tall, like some obscene monument.
"Climb on, bitch!" he ordered Kirsten. With the other mens hands pushing her, Kirsten climbed onto the bed, straddling the big, hairy man. "Now get that big dick all the way up your cunt."
The way he said it, Kirsten knew that it was a bad idea not to obey him. Now he wanted her to put it in herself, it seemed like an even worse violation than him forcing it in, at least he said cunt and not ass. Kirsten took hold of his big, meaty cock and slowly squatted over it.
"Come on bitch, we haven't got all night, get it up there!" Kirsten slowly lowered herself and felt the cock-head press into the her slit. She grit her teeth as she let it penetrate her slowly, then suddenly Micks big hands grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard. Kirsten let out a cry of pain as Micks' big, fat cock shot up into her tight vaginal passage so deep that it seemed to press against her womb. With all the attention her ass was getting, she had forgotten how tender and sore her pussy was after being raped five times, and now it was stretched around Micks huge cock again.
"Who's got the backdoor?" Mick asked.
"I do, I do." said Tommo, climbing on the bed behind Kirsten. She suddenly realised what DP meant - they were going to fuck her pussy and ass at the same time. He forcefully pushed Kirsten forward so that her small bare breasts were pressed against Micks' hairy chest. She could smell the strong alcohol in Micks' breath. Tommo guided his hard cock into Kirstens' sore asshole.
Kirsten cried out in protest as Tommo forced his cock up her ass. For Kirsten it was horrible, two cocks had invaded her body, how did this ordeal just keep getting worse and worse? The men all whooped and hollered excitedly, even Clay had returned to the room, beer in hand, to watch the show.
"Yeah, that's my whore." he said proudly. Tommo begain pumping his cock back and forth in Kirstens ass. Mick also started fucking, but wasn't able to pound her hard like he was before, but Kirsten could definatly feel his big dick moving in her sore stretched pussy.
It was all too much for Kirsten, she groaned and yelped as the two cocks rubbed at her tender insides. There was a flash, Sando had the camera in his hands again, taking photos of the teen getting DP'ed. On and on it went until Mick started picking up the pace. He groaned and his cock throbbed and spasmed as he came hard, spurting hot cum deep inside her pussy.
Kirsten cried out, she could feel the hot, wetness spread inside her ravaged vagina as the cock thrust deep up her ass. She shuddered, having Micks cum inside her was disgusting. The big fat cock stayed wedged inside her for a while as the other cock continued fucking her tight ass. Eventually Tommo groaned and shot his cum deep up her bowels. Kirsten was horrified, not only did she get fucked in both her holes, but she got creamed in both holes as well.
Tommo pulled his cock out from the squeezing wet anus then Mick pulled her off his big tool that was now going soft and cum dripped out of her. Kirsten was glad to have them out of her body, she had just been violated and defiled beyond belief, she hoped that it was over.
"You want to double team her with me now?" Sando asked Rob.
"Yeah, if I get the back-door." said Rob.
"Fair enough." said Sando.
"No you fuckers, no more, just leave me alone." Kirsten sobbed. There was a shuffling of bodies on the bed and Kirsten found herself being pulled on top of Sando. Sando slipped his cock up into her abused cunt. It felt all squishy from the cum and as sore as hell as the cock slid in. Rob got behind her and she cried out as he stuck his cock up her sore, wet ass.
Soon Kirsten was getting another double fucking. She just cried as the two cocks pounded her. Eventually these cocks shot their loads of cum inside her and pulled out of the sore and exhausted girl.
The men were spent, each of them had now fucked her twice and they were finally finished with the young girl. Kirsten was tied up to the bed again so she couldn't escape. She laid there sobbing, her holes still throbbed with pain and dripped with the cum of her attackers.
She wondered what was going to happen to her tomorrow. Were they going to rape her more? Were they going to kill her? She thought she was going to lose her mind if she had to endure more rape at the hands of these bastards. She was worried but she was also exhausted from her ordeal and so she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
In the morning Kirsten woke up with a start, Clay was there.
"Rise and shine sweet-heart." All the horrible memories of the previous night hit her as Clay untied her. She slowly sat up on the bed, her poor vagina and anus were all sticky and really sore. The bedroom still stank of sex.
"Come on girl." said Clay.
"Where are we going?"
"To have a shower." He took her into the scummy little bathroom of the house and ran the shower and motioned for her to get in. Kirsten was glad to wash the stink of the five bikers off her. Clay stripped naked and joined her in the shower.
Kirsten cringed at having the naked man close to her. He lathered up the soap and rubbed it over his stocky, hairy body. then he started rubbing soap over Kirstens' petite naked body, she recoiled at his touch but he kept at it. He even rubbed soap over her pussy and ass while she tried to push him away. She noticed his horrible penis was getting hard.
"Be a good girl for me again." he said to her, motioning to his hard cock. He pushed her down to her knees. 'Here we go again,' Kirsten thought as she relutantly took his cock into her mouth and began giving him another blow-job as the warm water splashed around them.
"I'm gunna take you into Katherine this morning, and we're gunna go our seperate ways." he said to her. Kirsten stopped sucking and looked up at him, this was fantastic news.
"You're going to let me go?" she asked.
"Yeah, keep sucking bitch! ...and you're not gunna tell anyone about what happened here. Those colours I wear mean I've got hundreds of close friends. And these friends won't like it if some little Slut who can't protect her puss should start making wild accusations that could get their friends in trouble. These friends are very likely to act out against that little bitches family if that was to happen. Do you understand what I'm saying Kirsty?"
Kirsten understood allright, 'go to the cops and your family gets it.' "Yes." she said.
"keep sucking bitch! and swallow all my cum this time."
After the shower and the blow-job they got dressed. Kirsten was glad to finally be able to wear her shirt and shorts again but her panties were ripped, being dressed again helped her feel far less vulnerable. Clay gave her her phone back, but had taken the battery out.
Clay got something to eat and offered her some breakfast but she wasn't hungry. Soon they were on the road again, she was sitting on the back of Clays' bike, just like yesterday. The vibrating of the powerful bike under her just made her sore, tender crotch worse, but Kirsten was just releaved to be leaving that place.
When they arrived at Katherine an hour later. Clay dropped her off in front of tourist center in the main street. It was still early in the morning and the traffic was just starting to build. "Remember that talk we had." Clay said to her, then he got out two hundred dollars cash and slipped it into Kirstens' pocket. "For services rendered." he told her, "Now you're an official whore. Maybe I'll see you around baby girl."
He tossed Kirstens' bag onto the pavement and with a roar of the engine he took off down the main street until he turned off and disappeared from sight.
Kirsten picked up her bag, she walked slowly down the street. Here sore ass and pussy were giving her grief as she walked along. She felt so alone now. She wished that her mother was there. She would hug her tightly and cry into her shoulder and tell her she was sorry for being so stupid.
A couple of blocks down the street there was a police station. Kirsten walked in there and there was a middle-aged policeman on the front desk, "Can I help you young lady?"
"I've been raped."
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