Mom and her dog

CHAPTER FIVE

"Hey, sweet tits, lookin' for a little action?"

"Yeah, you look like you need a real man to take care of you."

There was loud laughter as Traci shrank away from the bikers. They were part of the same group she, Emily and Don had spotted earlier as they made their way home. Traci had searched the beach for over two hours, looking for Don in hopes of talking with him. She had to be sure he wasn't going to expose her indiscretion. Near the Venice pier the girl had thought she'd seen Don walking near the boulevard. It was, unfortunately, another man. But in running after him she'd dashed into an alley-like street. To her right she'd spotted an opened garage door where several Harleys were parked. Standing around the big black machines were three bikers drinking beer, staring at the lightly clad teen hungrily.

"I… uh, I was looking for someone. I guess… guess he isn't here," she stammered, feeling her flesh crawl. Traci knew what was on their minds. She could read it in their eyes, see it in their bulging crotches. When one of the men started toward her, she backed away, her eyes rounding with fear.

"Ain't we pretty enough for you?" the tallest one asked ironically, scratching his scraggly black beard.

Traci felt sick. Terror knifed through her as she backed farther away. She searched the windows for faces, someone who might be watching her. But this was Venice Beach. There were always fights, always women screaming about one thing or other in the streets and alleys. No one paid attention to them. Her best bet was to try to talk her way out of this.

"No, that's not it. I'm just not… feeling well. My friend was supposed to…"

"You look pretty fuckin' healthy to me, baby… healthy enough to take a hot cock."

A thickly built blond crushed a beer can, then tossed it at her feet. His white t-shirt was stained with grease and sweat, his hair looking like it hadn't been washed for a week. They were all a motley crew, reeking of beer and sweat and stale perspiration.

"I… I don't think I want to talk any more," Traci said, turning around. She kept her chin up high, walking with sure, steady strides. The sounds of her sandals clopping on the pavement seemed somehow reassuring to the frightened girl as she walked toward Speedway Avenue. Even when she realized someone was behind her Traci thought that if only she could reach the main alleyway she'd be fine.

"I said I think you're pretty healthy enough to fuck," the blond said, his voice thick and threatening. He was holding her by the upper arm, his callused fingers bruising her flesh.

Traci winced, turning around and staring wide-eyed at the young man. He looked so awful, as if he were about to kill her. His broad forehead, thin, sneering lips, broad chest and shoulders all terrified her. Once more the girl looked up and down the alleyway hoping someone would come by and see them. Not a soul passed, however.

"Come on."

"No," Traci protested, angling her ass out and pulling back.

"Hey, Ron!"

The big, dark-haired biker sprang out from the garage and ran down the alleyway. Now Traci was really frightened. They were playing for keeps! She let out a scream, tugging frantically at her imprisoned arm, her feet flailing on the ground while the big blond stud reached over and grabbed her other arm. Her head snapped back, her long, blonde hair splashing over her shoulder blades.

"Shut the fuck up," Ron said, getting behind her and looping one arm around her waist while cupping her mouth with the other.

Traci's eyes widened. She jerked one knee up, trying to kick the blond in the crotch. She missed, hitting her toes hard against his shins. He laughed at her, tightening his grip so much the girl squealed in pain. They were pushing and dragging her down the alleyway back to the garage. Her sandals slipped off her feet as they neared the parked motorcycles. The smell of gasoline invaded her flared nostrils. Traci fought more wildly, her ass pumping back and forth, her thin arms jerking as much as they could. Nothing she did, however, could break Ron's powerful grip.

"Good, Joe," Ron said, grinning at his buddy. They had pulled Traci into the garage while the third biker moved the motorcycles inside.

"Shut the fuckin' door."

Ron still held her tightly around the waist, his dirty hand clamped tightly over her mouth. It was hard for her to breathe. Her terror had paralyzed her throat, made her chest so tight she could hardly inhale. Traci watched the garage door close out the daylight, feeling as if she were seeing the last of the sun. They were all laughing at her… laughing and wanting her. She could feel the growing electricity in the air. Traci instinctively knew all three men were hot for her, their cocks long and hard and waiting impatiently to be shoved in her body. Twisting against Ron, she could feel something big and rock-hard rubbing against her ass.

"Hey, Rick, what the fuck should we do with this one now?" Ron said, the hand around her waist straying down to her thighs. Traci whimpered, feeling her chest tighten even more.

"Let's all fuck her at once," the big red-head said, scratching his crotch, then fumbling with the zipper.

Traci opened her mouth a little wider and bit down hard. Ron let out a shout, jerking his hand away from her mouth and wriggling it up and down while loosening his hold on her waist.

Traci stumbled away, brushing back her blonde hair and looking frantically around the small ten by twenty garage space for a way out. There was none. The only exit was that door and it was firmly in place, locked down.

"You're all crazy," she said in a tight whisper, her scalp crinkling in horror.

"Fight me, baby, and I'm gonna piss inside you at the same time I fuck you," Ron said, looking at the others and letting them know silently he was going to be the first.

"No!"

He jerked one hand out, curling his fingers in her hair and pulling on it. Traci screamed, her eyelids fluttering. She stumbled forward, her hands up to her scalp, her fingers hitting Ron's trying to get them off her hair.

It was useless. He was enjoying this, laughing at her while tugging on it harder. Excruciating pain shot through her brain as he started pulling out wads of long blonde hair. Traci could smell him better now, the stale awful odor of his dirty flesh making her sick. She choked and gagged, screaming loudly enough for anyone passing by to hear her and her desperate struggle.

Please, God, please don't let it happen, Traci prayed silently, still fighting off the insistent biker. But even as she prayed the girl knew it was going to happen. No one believed God would intervene in anything any longer. It was a world of the fittest, of those who could survive animals like Ron, Joe and Rick… or become like them.

Traci tried screaming louder. But Ron grew tired of her wailing and clamped his hand tightly over her mouth again, swearing he'd tear out her throat if she made any more sounds. Fear knifed through her like the teeth of a rusty saw. The important thing now, it seemed, was to stay alive, was to survive. This was one thing she was learning quickly. Stay alive. Worry about everything else later, but stay alive. Surely this would all pass if she cooperated with the men. They'd have their fun and leave her alone. Then she could think about all the terrible things they forced her to do. She kept on shaking, but stopped trying to choke out a scream.

"Better," Ron muttered, dropping his head and slobbering all over her ears.

Traci shivered with revulsion. His breath was stinking with beer and cigarette smoke. But there was little she could do about it. She felt a damp stickiness forming between her bare midriff and his belly as he pressed himself against her body. Traci let out a groan, closing her eyes and trying to make the scene go away. She would be a woman of steel, an object they couldn't bent to their wills.

"Oh!"

He was pawing her tits, sliding his fingers under the elastic band of her halter, pulling it until the cup material was revealing her half-inch long red nipples. Ron was smoothing his palms over the tit tips, pinching them through the thin blue material. At the same time he rubbed his crotch back and forth over the young girl's shorts. Traci's heart was pounding hard in her chest, her pulse racing through her body wildly as something very odd was happening to her. She wrinkled her forehead, feeling her pussy tighten, relax, then tighten again as if she were getting ready for lovemaking. No, no, this couldn't be happening!

"Man, she's hot and ready to go. Told you so a couple hours ago about this little bitch. Man, she kept starin' at us when she walked by before. If she hadn't been with the others she'd have been down on her fuckin' knees like that," Ron said, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

Traci jerked. She felt him grab her ass with a thumb and forefinger. He pinched her hard, watching her jump and hearing her squeal like a kicked puppy. She tried to get away once again. But Ron held onto her firmly, pinching her flesh so hard the girl was certain it was turning black and blue.

"You're hurting me," she wailed.

"Baby, you ain't felt nothin' yet," Ron said, spittle oozing from the corner of his mouth. The others were growing excited too, the room quickly heating up. The air seemed to crackle with electricity. Even Traci felt it as Ron started rubbing his fingers over her small waist. Her breathing was becoming short and shallow as Ron's fingers tickled excitingly over the sides of her body, pinching bits of flesh between her halter and shorts. When he moved his hand down to her hips, sliding it over to the leg bands of her briefs Traci clamped her legs together.

"What are you, baby, somethin' like one of those high class whores on Rodeo Drive with their fuckin' noses up in the air, then down on their knees suckin' cock like sluts at night?" Ron jeered.

"No," she wailed, pressing the insides of her knees hard together.

"Then open… up!"

To emphasize his point Ron pulled her hair harder while brutally forcing her thighs to widen with his other. Traci fought him as best she could, twisting, trying to kick back at the insistent biker. But, of course, there was little she could do. She felt his breath blowing against the back of her neck, smelled the terrible stench of it. Her belly bucked at the thought of him fucking her.

"Get 'er down and let's start," Rick said, unbuttoning the top of his Levi's, halving them and reaching down into the crotch.

Traci's eyes raced away from him as she felt Ron's arms pulling her down to the floor. She struggled, stiffening her knees, trying to pull away from him. But Ron only laughed at her, saying something about "doing it in the dirt", dragging her down to the filthy concrete garage floor.

She smelled the gasoline, smelled the grease and oil and piss as he rolled on top of her. He pushed his legs between hers, keeping them forced wide. The idea of what he was trying to do to her made Traci think she was going to be sick. She tasted something sour and hot rising in her throat. No, that would only make them torture her more. Better to remain like a statue of wood. Let them have their way – the sooner the better. Then she'd call the police and have them degraded the way they were humiliating her now.

"Fuckin' A, baby. Nice body. You're gonna be one hell of a hot fuck," Ron breathed.

Traci hurt all over. He'd thrown her down on the hard floor, shoving her back while wiggling on top of her. Her shoulders throbbed while her brain whirled around partly from the force of striking the floor.

"No, stop it, stop!"

Traci squirmed and wriggled, trying to pull away from him. But Ron still held tightly onto her hair, yanking whenever he wanted her to shut up and listen to the filth coming from his mouth.

"Yeah, gonna sink my hot cock into your pussy," he whispered, dropping his face into her soft silky hair and licking her ear. Traci shuddered with horror and revulsion, once again thinking she was going to be sick. "You're gonna like havin' a real man's prick inside you, shovin' you so wide you're gonna think you'll rip apart. Yeah, good hot jizz is gonna shoot out from my cock and make you feel all wet and hot and good inside," he said, biting her neck. Animals! Revolting. They were nothing better than sewage eaters! Traci curled her fingers and tried clawing at Ron's face. But he had been expecting something like that. The biker only laughed at her efforts at escape. He knocked her hands away, threatening to beat her severely if she tried something like that again. Ron reached down and pulled her shorts down to her knees.

"Oh!"

Traci's mouth opened with surprise when she felt her shorts slide down her legs, over her ankles, finally off her toes. She was stark naked, her pussy stripped of any protection. She was frozen with horror, lying there helpless under this big man while he fumbled with his Levi's. She heard the metallic sound of the zipper tab sliding down the teeth. Ron sighed as he fumbled some more. Then Traci felt his cock – large, hot and hard – pressing against her left inner thigh. He was dry fucking her, humping his ass up and down while rubbing his cock against her warm flesh. She shivered, feeling the precum leaking from his piss-slit and wetting down her skin. He was close, oh, so close to fucking her.

"Ohhhhh!"

Ron's cock pushed into the groove running between her thighs and legs. His balls rested against her cunt mound. The men were breathing heavily around the two of them. Opening her eyes, she saw both Joe and Rick had their cocks out, rubbing their fingers up and down those long, thickly veined stalks while watching what their buddy was doing.

Ron let go of her hair at last. With both hands he held her shoulders down, pressing his knees harder against the insides of hers.

"Bring 'em up," Ron said.

"Poor little girl," Rick mocked. "You look a little uncomfortable, baby. Maybe you'd want to be home with that little wimp we saw you with last time. Man, when he fucks you, bet you don't even feel him stickin' it in. That ain't gonna happen with us."

Their words excited her, stimulated Traci in a way she would have thought impossible up to this second. She was breathing as heavily as Ron, almost to the point of running out of breath.

"Tits. Nice, nice tits," Ron murmured.

To her near disbelief Traci raised herself somewhat so the biker could work his hands behind her shoulders and tear at the halter strap. It gave with little resistance. In an instant Traci was stripped completely, her white flesh gleaming in the semi-darkness.

Ron wasn't one to insist on foreplay. With no warning he jammed one hand between her thighs, rubbing where his cock had been pressing. She felt him smearing his cock juice all over her thighs, her legs, her belly. He was exciting her, turning her on. Traci felt sick at herself, sick for wanting this animal as badly as he wanted her. Instead of clawing his face she wanted to hold onto him, rake his back with her fingernails while she scissored her legs around him and begged for cock. Instead the young, blonde teen managed to keep her ass quiet while he toyed with her cunt.

"Oh please, please don't hurt me," Traci said in a tiny voice.

"Look at that pretty little cunt," Ron said, pulling away from her again while trailing his fingertips around the outer edges of her pussy. He smiled, watching the sensitive muscles cramp, forcing the outer cuntlips to pucker in. He knew she was hot, knew she was wanting that cock now throbbing against her right leg. "Seems a shame to let it go," he whispered, raising one finger to his nose and sniffing it. "Good, hot cuntjuice. She's ready, man, ready to get down and fuck," Ron said, raising it up to Joe, then Rick. The men narrowed their eyes, nodding while jerking their cocks hotter. The smell of her juicing cunt was making them all frantic.

Ron dropped his hand down to her cunt again and tugged at her short, wiry blonde pussy hairs. She screamed with pain, her legs jerking out. No one passing by heard. The girl was hysterical with fear. Getting raped was one terrible thing. But this, this kind of torture was going to be an ordeal few encountered and – she feared – few survived well.