Whipped captive

CHAPTER THREE

"Ohhhhh." Christina groaned as she felt the biker's weight rest on her clit. His hairy chest rubbed over her tits until she thought every nerve ending in that area had been stimulated. How she wanted all of his dick stuffed up inside her cunt now. She wanted it lammed up to her belly until she could taste his cum on her tongue!

"Feel it baby? My dick feel good in your pussy?" Mike growled in her ear.

"Ohhh, yes, yes," she answered thickly.

The teenager felt the rushing of his cock as it ripped through her tight cunt. Before she realized it, he was hammering her clit. This time, the young man didn't slow down his fucking motions but increased them letting the girl under him know he was going for broke. Christina grunted like a bitch dog in heat. She was being stretched wide open by the frantic working of his fucking strokes. His dick seemed to be getting bigger, ballooning out, stretching her open until she thought she was going to explode.

"Ohhhhh!" Christina moaned as a flash of sexual heat raced through her cunt. She felt her legs swing up to circle the biker's hunching back. Her arms tightened around his neck while her ass ground up from the sand to meet him. Her entire body clutched at him as he fucked her crazily.

"Gonna make it soon, honey, gonna shoot soon," Mike growled, biting her throat.

"Ohhh, yeah, yesssss," Christina hissed back. Hot flashes shot through her clit. She pictured how the two of them looked, locked together, fucking madly on the beach while the storm-swept surf pounded behind them. She could feel the ground heaving under her wiggling ass.

"Gonna come. Cut it loose, baby, cut it loose, man. I wanna feel you come with me," he said, pinching her flesh, pounding his groin hard against hers.

Deep in her body, the young teen felt an explosion building up. Her body was tightening up in pre-orgasmic tenseness.

"Ohhhhhhh, not yet, oh, not yet," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side.

"Can't wait. Now!"

Mike shouted, his thick muscled hips pounding against hers furiously. He increased his thrusts and hunching until his cock burned with the friction. His balls jiggled and tightened up in their sac. The thick tube running through the center of his dick was ready to take the jizz now boiling up in his nuts.

"More! In, in, in!" she grunted with every heavy downward thrust. She could feel her cuntal walls tightening around his hammering dick, then buckling in because of her incredible sexual heat.

Mike let out several strangled, sharp cries, holding her tightly in his arms while his body jerked violently. She felt scalding jets of something sticky spraying out of his cock-head into her pussy. It burned her cuntal walls like acid.

"Nooooooo!" Christina cried, feeling herself finally tumbling over the brink. It was as if the entire world had crashed into her cunt and blown apart into a billion brightly colored pieces. Her cuntal walls spasmed as her pussy clutched Mike's spraying dick-meat. It held the squirming, shooting hunk of cock deep inside.

"Come, come," Mike groaned in her ear.

"Cummmmm!" Christina cried back in a loud shriek as she felt the biker's nuts shoot their load. He pushed his body down hard and held it there, sealing them together with the cum spurting out of his cock-head.

The blonde teen tossed and jerked, raking the biker's back with her fingernails as the last of the spasms ripped through her cunt. At last the orgasm passed, leaving her thoroughly exhausted and defeated. She lay on the beach sand, her knees apart, her hands at her sides. Mike didn't move for several minutes afterward, catching his breath while smoothing his rough kinds over her body.

"Nice, nice and tender," he said, his mind turning back now to the money Christina had mentioned her father possessed. An idea was developing in his twisted mind.

"What's a nice girl like you doin' out here?" he said after several more minutes passed.

"I… had a fight with my mother. She didn't want me to go out with this one guy, so I walked outta the house and down here," Christina said hesitantly, wondering why he was suddenly interested. She thought he'd be pulling off her soon, shoving his dick back into his trousers and leaving her to work out this rape as best she could.

"Ain't right," Mike said, pushing himself off the girl and standing up unsteadily. He turned around and glanced at the approaching surf. "You'd better call your old lady and let 'er know you're okay."

Christina shuddered at the words. Wasn't he going to let her go? The biker didn't seem to imply that.

"Then I'm gonna introduce you to some of my buddies. Now get the fuck dressed, huh?" he said, bending down and picking up the juice-saturated bottoms of her bikinis. He shook the sand from them, then tossed the tiny things into her face.

"Over there," he said after the girl had slipped them on and stood up. He acted now as if nothing had happened between them. She walked unsteadily over the sand, jizz oozing from her violated cuntal slit. It was getting colder. She hugged her bare tits as they tromped over the wide beach toward the brightly lit walk. Christina could see several phone booths standing empty on the corner of Washington Street and Ocean Front Walk. A biker bar was off to the side, the sounds of rock music drifting out to the beach from the closed windows.

"Put this on," Mike said, taking off his jacket and slipping it over her shoulders.

Christina pulled the front tightly together in front of her, hiding her naked tits. She thought about trying to break away from this man and running for help. But this was a rough section of Venice, an area probably inhabited by men who would take up Mike's cause rather than hers if she were to bolt for freedom.

"You say anything funny and I'll beat the shit outta you. Don't think anybody here's gonna help," he said softly as they stepped onto the walk and headed for the first phone booth. Christina passed the biker bar and saw a double line of Harleys and Hondas parked outside on the street. Occasionally, someone in leather would pass out, glance at the two of them, then walk away without so much as glancing back curiously. This was a part of Venice without any law and order, a part where even the police hesitated to drive in pairs. Her father had often talked about organizing some kind of citizen's committee to drive out the "riff raff" as he called them. But nothing ever came of it. The merchants who weren't terrified of the biker's roaming freely and doing what they pleased in the area were making too much money off them to complain.

"Where?"

"Inside… here," he said, shoving the girl into a foul-smelling booth and handing her a dime. "Call your folks. Then I'll take it from there."

Christina knew already what was happening. She shouldn't have mentioned the fact about her father having any money. She was being kidnapped, held for ransom by this biker and his gang. Oh, how she wished she hadn't stormed out of the house a few hours ago!

"Hello?"

It was her mother's voice. Christina bit her lower lip. She wanted to cry. How wonderful that voice sounded. How foolish she'd been to rush away from it. And now she was going to pay for that rash act.

"Hello?" the voice repeated nervously.

"Mama? It's Christina."

"Are you okay, baby? Where are you? I'll send your father out. We've been worried sick," the woman said over the phone.

"Mama," Christina began, wondering how she could tell her mother about what had happened. Images of her tossing and tumbling on the beach shot through her head. "Mama, I can't come home."

At this point Mike took the phone from the girl and snarled into it.

"Listen, lady, we got your daughter, see?" Mike snarled, holding onto Christina's arm.

"Who is this?"

"Don't matter. If you don't want your daughter to get more fucked up than she is, you'd better listen up, hear?" Mike growled.

There was a pause at the other end, then a little scream.

"Yeah, that's right," Mike said, snickering as he heard the woman call for her husband. "Get the whole fuckin' family in on it. I'll get back to you in a couple of hours. But right now, you'd better figure out how you're gonna get your hands on fifty thousand by noon tomorrow, unnerstan'?"

"We can't, we don't have that kind of money! Oh, God, Fred, they've got Christina, they've…"

The blonde teen could hear her mother's screams as Mike held the receiver to her ear, laughed, then slammed it down hard in the cradle.

"So much for that. Now come on. We got some walkin' to do."

He hauled her roughly from the phone booth back onto the walk and began moving south along the upper beach. Christina stumbled several times, whining, hugging the jacket close to her tits as they left Washington Street and headed toward a deserted section of beach crawling with winos and biker clubs.

They must have walked for nearly twenty minutes before Mike signaled with a tug for them to turn east.

"Here."

Christina saw an old clapboard house standing on the corner of Spinnaker Avenue and Grand Canal. It reminded her of those New England homes she'd seen pictures of in history class. There were some lights shining through the dirty windows. Mike looked both ways, then shoved her inside.

"Hey, what the fuck?" someone shouted as the girl stumbled forward into what she guessed was the living room. The whole house smelled of dirt and beer.

"We got ourselves a little money-maker and entertainment besides," Mike said, scratching the woolly hairs on his bare chest.

As Christina stood behind a ratty old sofa, Mike told his buddy what had happened on the beach and about the phone call. The girl looked around her several times, trying to see if there were some easy way she could get out.

But Mike was careful, checking up on her constantly while talking to his buddy. When he was through, the two of them turned and stared hotly at the young, trembling blonde.

"Where the rest of the guys?" Mike asked, rubbing his crotch. She could tell from the bulge in his pants he was getting hot again. Christina backed away, hugging the jacket tightly against her tits. The cool black leather felt good against her bare flesh and nipples.

"Out on a run. They'll be back in a couple of hours," his tall blond friend said.

Christina saw the man had been drinking heavily. Several empty beer cans lay around the couch while a few paperback fuck-books rested open on the cushions.

"This here's Chuck. He's gonna get to know you real good… maybe as good as me," Mike said, rubbing his chin with one hand.

"Her old man that rich?" Chuck asked, turning to his buddy for a second.

"She says so. We'll find out soon enough. But right now I'm horny as hell. Ain't come for nearly a week, and then this cunt walks by practically [missing text]."

"She pretty good on the beach, huh?" Chuck asked, pulling the halves of his Levi's open and letting his half-hard dick fall out. It was smooth, thicker than Mike's, though somewhat shorter. Christina's eyes, widened, wondering where this would all end.

"She's hot. No doubt about that, man," Mike answered.

Christina stared as the dark-haired biker stripped, leaning against the wall while tugging off his boots, then shoving his dirty Levi's down to the floor and stepping out of them. His hard dick whacked the fronts of his thighs while his balls rolled and pitched with every move.

Christina remembered in a flash how her pussy hurt when he drove that dick into her, how she cried when he tore her cherry. Now he could fuck her without any problem. But was she ready to take him on again – him and his friend?

"She's hot and juicy. Look at her man, she's juicin' right now," Mike said, pointing down at her legs.

It was true! Christina could feel hot, thick pussy sauce frothing out of her cuntal slit and seeping down her legs. She was ready for those cocks in spite of the reservations she might have had.

"Let me hear you beg, baby. Mike says you begged him for a fuck. That true?" Chuck said, putting his hands on his thick-muscled hips. He peeled off his clothes also, throwing them on top of his buddy's. They were standing in front of her, both of them hot, eager, curious, willing to try anything with the cowering teenager.

"No, it's not true. He… raped me!" she cried, rubbing her whitened knuckles under her eyes. "No, no, no, it's not true!"

Christina made one last desperate effort to save her last shred of self-respect.

"Stop her!" Mike cried as she made a dash around the chair for the door.

Chuck spun around and jumped in front of her, crouching down while spreading his arms out to either side. Christina screamed, covering her mouth with both hands and slowly backing away. The young blond's dick was fully erect now. She could see the dark-blue veins pressing against the smooth outer skin, throbbing with lust as he slowly approached her.

"Nooooooo!" Christina cried as Chuck's cock swung out lewdly.

Mike rushed in behind her and caught her, pulling the girl into his body. Her body exploded into heat at that point. Mike reached around and pulled his jacket open, exposing her tits. Chuck raised his eyebrows and whistled in appreciation.

"Whew! Nice fat ones. Ain't seen tits like this for a long time. You'd do real good strippin'," he said, curling his thin lips up into a sneer.

Mike pulled his jacket completely off the twisting girl while Chuck reached down and tugged off her bikini bottoms.

"Man, good pussy, nice cunt," Chuck said in a low voice as he stroked her cuntal thicket with the back of one hand. Christina moaned, feeling more juice seep from her violated hole.

"Let's see how hot she is," Mike said, rubbing his cock between her asscheeks.

"Yeah," Chuck said, rubbing his hands over her thighs, finally cupping his fingers over her fleshy cunt and pressing in.

"Ohhhhh!" Christina cried. All attempts at fighting off the young men evaporated at that point. She was theirs to fuck with as they pleased.