Whipped captive

CHAPTER TEN

They left Christina alone for over an hour, having locked the bedroom door as best they could. The blonde teen tucked her legs under her buttocks and lay quietly on the old bed, thinking about what had happened to her and her reaction to it. Had she really done all those terrible things and enjoyed them? Pictures of her and the bikers, of her and the dog flashed through her confused mind.

Now that no one was touching her molesting her, Christina was horrified at what she'd done. What on earth could have come over her? How could she have forgotten all her strict moral training so quickly? How could she have fucked Mike, Chuck and taken them on in those sordid ways?

"Ohhhhh!" the girl moaned, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. She clutched the dirty top sheet, beating the mattress with her tiny fists as wave after wave of guilt washed over her. The blonde thought of her mother and father and wanted to die.

Christina lay in this state for several more minutes. At times, she heard movement behind the door, but she was too terrified to roll off the bed and see if she could see what was going on.

"Come on, I wanna fuck her," she heard one biker shout out drunkenly. The girl crossed her arms over her tits and hunched up against the iron headboard, expecting the door to come crashing in and a group of bikers to pounce on her.

But Mike restrained him, telling the drunken gang member that Christina had had enough for one evening.

Thank God, the girl sighed, relaxing and sliding back down to the mattress. She lay there, drifting in and out of sleep until unconsciousness finally overtook the exhausted and well-fucked girl.

Wild dreams tormented the blonde teenager as she tossed and rolled on the bed. Her sleep hadn't given her the rest she needed. Christina dreamed of men chasing her, their cocks hot, thick and hard, bobbing as they ran after the fleeing young woman. At times, some caught her and moved their hands over her cuntal mound, peeling back her outer cunt-lips and tickling her clit. Others tried to fuck her in the ass while still others preferred to torture her with leather belts and burning cigarettes.

"Ohhhhh!" Christina moaned in her sleep, rolling onto her ass. She made soft fucking motions on the mattress, running her fingers lightly over her swollen tits and belly. Now the girl was dreaming of Mike, of his muscular hairy body and how it felt covering her like a big fur rug. A tiny river of hot bubbly cunt-juice frothed out of her fuck-slit, wetting down her inner thighs. Her leg muscles tightened, relaxed, then tightened again as she dreamed of his dick snaking through her blonde cuntal thicket.

"Fuck, fuck," the girl whispered softly, rolling her head from side to side. All sense of guilt was gone. Even in her sleep, the young woman could feel his callused fingers as they roamed all over her body, pinching her nipples, working greedily over her swollen pubes, cupping her asscheeks and spreading them apart while his knees slid under her ass and his dick slipped into her greasy cunt-hole.

"Ahhhhh!" Christina sighed, thinking she could feel his fat hairy nuts coming to rest at the bottom junction of her pussy-lips. Yes, yes, she wanted a fucking, needed a hard long screwing from that biker. Christina's hips began moving up and down regularly as her dream intensified. She could feel the rough sensation of Mike's cock as it sawed in and out of her juicing pussy. Her cuntal walls stretched widely apart to accommodate that pistoning dick. She could feel sweat dripping from his forehead and splashing onto her face as the young man held her flat to the squeaking bed and fucked away.

"Uh, cum, uhhhh!" Christina cried in a strangled voice as she neared orgasm. The hairs covering his body stimulated every nerve ending in her flesh. The young woman thought she was scissoring her legs around Mike's lower back, bunching up to his hammering groin when she finally awoke from her erotic dream.

"Oh, where am I?" she cried, putting one hand up to her burning forehead and rubbing it across her face. She was dripping with sweat! Then the memory of that wild dream flashed through her mind. No wonder her pussy was aching and throbbing. Oh, it felt as if someone had set fire to her pussy-hairs. And there was still the sensation that something was fucking in and out of her cunt-hole.

"Oh!"

Christina awoke fully now and bolted upright, supporting her torso on her elbows and staring wide-eyed at a bulky dark shape hunched between her legs. There was something toying with her cunt.

Terror sliced through her as she blinked several times to clear her eyes.

At first, she thought it might have been one of the bikers who sneaked in in spite of Mike's warnings. In a second, Christina saw she was wrong. Champ was on his haunches staring back at her, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth.

"Oh, get away, dog, get away," Christina said, almost laughing at herself. Even her slapping down at him had done nothing but arouse his anger. She glanced up and saw the door was cracked open. Obviously, the animal had managed to open it by the sheer weight of his massive body in spite of how tightly Mike had jammed it shut.

The big animal growled, his eyes almost glowing in the dark. Christina shivered. Actually, he wasn't a bad sort, especially when compared to the two-legged animals on the other side of the door.

"Hello, Champ," she said in a soft voice.

"Yes, Champ, you're the only thing around here that's good and decent," she said, stretching one hand out and rubbing the fur between his pointed ears. The animal twisted his head around and licked her forearm, letting out a whimper of approval.

But the blonde teen needed love, understanding and affection from someone – or something – at this point. God help her, she was turning to a dumb animal for her basic human needs.

Dumb? As Christina moved her hands over the dog's thick fur, she stared at him. No, he seemed to have an intelligence greater than most people gave animals credit for. He was watching her, studying her. She could feel his body heat increase as she moved her trembling fingers over his sides then down his powerful forelegs.

"Yes, good dog, good doggie," she murmured, loving the sensation of his fur as it tickled the sensitive skin just under her fingernails.

"Okay, baby, up and at 'em," Mike said, sniffing the air and smiling. He glanced down at the animal curled up in one corner and laughed softly. Christina felt herself burning with shame. The biker didn't have to say a word. She knew he knew she'd been dragged down to his low level of existence. "We got your old man runnin' ragged, baby. He's got the cash. Put this on and let's get the fuck outta here."

Christina caught an old robe Mike had picked up from somewhere and threw it over her shoulders. Chuck followed his buddy into the bedroom and took the half-conscious girl in his arms, guiding her out to the living room. Most of the gang had left, Christina saw, as they walked toward the porch.

"We don't like to leave tracks, just in case your old man gets funny with us," Mike said, closing the door behind them.

Christina stopped at the foot of the steps and looked at the now darkened building. Inside, things too terrible to talk about had happened to her. Now, as she stood outside in the quiet early morning air, it all seemed like a horrible dream to her. She hugged the robe tightly around her naked body while puffs of condensed breath appeared in front of her nose. Would she ever be able to live with herself after this? Yes, yes, she'd have to.

"Come on, baby, don't wanna keep your old man waitin'," Mike said, pushing her forward.

Christina flashed a last look at the deserted house. No matter what happened to her from now on, she could never forget the sexual depravity forced on her. Forced? Christina laughed, hiding her face in the heavy bathrobe. That was a laugh! No, she'd never be the same girl. Twenty-four hours had changed her, given her a new if somewhat perverted outlook on life. Everything was worthless except fucking. Fucking was all that mattered.

"Coming?"

The word made the girl smile again. She hugged the bathrobe tightly and followed the biker. No, nothing would be the same for her again.

"Where's the other girl?" Christina asked, stopping in front of the house and looking at Chuck.

"Back where she came from," Mike answered. "Why, you hungry for cunt-meat? Ain't cock good enough for you no more?"

The words stung the girl's pride, but only for a moment. She thought of that brunette and of the life she led. Something like envy gripped Christina. For a mad second, she wondered if she could become Mike's "woman".

"Come on," he urged again. "And don't worry about the mutt. The Heathens'll be here fuckin' soon and get 'im."

Would she ever meet Mike again? What a crazy idea. But as she followed him down Ocean Front Walk, Christina hoped she would.