Whipped captive

CHAPTER FIVE

"Suck it hard, bitch!" Mike growled. Christina could taste his cum as she closed her lips gingerly around his rod. Mike smiled, closed his eyes and shoved in his stiffening cock with one long, gentle stroke. The blonde teen tasted his cum. It washed down her throat, the salty, bleachy liquid making her swallow instinctively. Christina sucked in air through her flared nostrils. Spittle and cum oozed from the corners of her mouth as she hunched up wildly to Chuck's thrusts. Her pussy was burning wildly with lust.

"Bitch, slut, bitch!" Chuck groaned, closing his eyes and hunching rapidly into her pussy.

Christina only groaned back. While she sucked on one biker, she felt the other going crazy above her, working his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. He held her firmly with both hands, moving his hips from side to side, opening his eyes now and watching as his cock-head pushed out first one cheek, then the other. He told her to suck hard and watched as her cheeks caved in from the vacuum created in her mouth.

Christina wiggled her tongue up and over the pumping, juicing rod choking her, caressing his dick with her warm, wet tongue. More cum seeped from his piss-slit, coating her mouth.

"Yeah, man, can't hold out much more," Chuck groaned.

"Let's dump it together. Lemme know when you're gonna pop off," Mike said.

Christina slid her pussy back and forth on the pumping, pistoning cock. When his cockroot moved around against her clit, the girl felt joy flashes radiate up from the tiny organ, making her belly swell up with passion. She ground against him harder, loving the sensation of the long bar of cock fucking in deeper.

The girl moaned long and low now, her groans choked off the mouth-fucking dick.

Her entire belly seemed to bulge with dick, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the hard rod.

"Yeah!"

Chuck screamed, his muscles tensing while his body jerked from side to side. At the same time, Mike lost control. His right hand shot out, pressing against the back wall while his jizz bubbled out of his piss-slit and spattered against the back of her throat.

Christina swallowed as much of the cum as she could, feeling much of it ooze from the corners of her mouth. She wept and struggled while her mind blasted apart into millions of pieces. The heavy jolt of two loads of cum blasted her apart.

"Uhhhhh!" Chuck moaned, biting her shoulders and neck. He felt his buddy leaning heavily against him as the girl struggled for breath. Christina felt she was all cunt, wet and hot and clenching in every cell of her body. She milked at the throbbing rod in her cunt, bouncing up and down while more cum shot into her mouth.

Then her orgasm reached the peak. Her clit throbbed and beat until she thought her heart would stop. As the final load of jizz shot into her pussy, the girl swallowed the last of Mike's spunk.

Finally, all three of them lay still, trying to catch their respective breaths. Mike edged back, drawing his softening cock from her mouth. He peered down at the defeated girl, wiping his dick-head over her lips, smiling broadly as he watched her spit out the remaining mixture of cum and spittle.

"Un-fuckin' believable," Chuck panted, moving his hips from side to side, drinking in the final delicious spasms of his powerful orgasm. Christina moved in a counter rhythm feeling that dick sliding up and down deliciously against her cuntal walls.

"Yeah, she's hot, all right. Shame we're gonna have to give 'er up when her old man pays up," Mike said, scratching his balls.

"Let's tie her up before the guys get here. I'm fuckin' tired. Gonna fall asleep, and don't want her runnin' away," Chuck said, pulling his dick out of her pussy with a squishy pop.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike said, rolling off the bed.

Christina didn't say a word. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, exhaustion having dropped over her mind like a heavy curtain. She felt ropes moving around her wrists and ankles. They were tying her down to the bed, looping the ropes around the iron framework after securing them to her legs and arms.

The blonde teen closed her eyes and felt herself sinking blessedly into unconsciousness. In her tortured dreams, Christina relived her double fucking, felt those two dicks ramming into her. Ohh, how she loved that sensation, how she wished it could continue for hours.

Christina had no idea how long she'd slept. Loud noises coming from the front area of the house woke her. For a moment, the girl thought she was back at home and she tried to get up. The ropes cut into the flesh around her wrists and ankles, cruelly reminding her of her plight. Christina lay back on the bed, shaking the few tears that rolled from her eyes off her cheeks. Footsteps growing louder told her another chapter in her humiliation was about to begin.

"Good news, baby," Mike said, standing in the doorway. With the light behind him, he looked more menacing than before.

"Good news?" Christina said weakly.

"Yeah. On the run, some of the boys ran into the Heathens… it's another gang, you know?" Mike said, swaying drunkenly from side to side.

Oh, God, were they going to throw her to them now? She could imagine what the two gangs would do to her!

"Anyways," he continued, taking another swig of beer from his half-empty can, "they got into a rumble and we won. Shit, they ain't nothin' but a bunch of pansy-assed pussies," he drawled, finishing his beer, then throwing the can into a corner. Christina felt nauseated. She sensed something awful was going to happen.

"What… what are you going to do to me?"

Christina managed to squawk.

"Yeah, what are we gonna do with you?" he echoed her, smiling strangely at the trembling girl. "Well, it ain't time yet to call your old man and see if he's got the coins. So we're just gonna give ourselves a little victory celebration, you know?"

Christina watched him stagger to the bed, stumble drunkenly several times and laugh at himself, then steady up and move closer. His fingers worked clumsily over the knots, finally freeing her from her bond.

"No!"

Christina successfully pushed him away at the start. But Mike was determined, finally grabbing her wrists and hauling her like a sack from the bed. Christina doubled over, pulling back toward the bed, her feet sliding along the smooth wood bedroom floor. In the distance, she could hear the men laughing and drinking.

"Hey, Chuck, come on and gimme a hand!" Mike shouted over one shoulder, finally pulling the screaming, naked blonde into the hall. There were sounds of stumbling. Then the other biker appeared, moving behind Christina and slapping her, hard across the ass.

"You ain't learned yet. You do what the fuck he says or we'll beat the shit outta you," he growled, hitting her hard across the back of the head.

Christina sucked in a ragged breath, nearly stumbling to the ground from the force of that blow. She felt defeated as she let Mike drag her down the dark hall toward the living room.

"Here's the little passport that's gonna give us cash," Mike announced, pulling the young woman into the brightly lit room. He jerked Christina forward, then stepped back, sending her spinning into the group. Hands were on her suddenly.

"No, no!" she screamed, covering her tits and cunt as best she could with both hands, hunching over, backing up against one wall while the wild eyed bikers in front of her laughed and stretched their hands out lewdly. There must have been at least ten of them, all of them ugly, bearded, dirty. Some of them were still smeared with the dirt and blood of the latest foul gang war. All of them reeked of beer and tobacco.

"You ain't got much of a choice. If they all wanna fuck you, I ain't gonna stop 'em," Mike drawled, grabbing another beer and tearing off the top.

Christina whimpered, cringing from the hands pawing her thighs and ass. One of the men jumped up and knocked her hands from her cunt, jamming one finger up her slit. Christina shrieked, beating the hairy bearded biker with both hands while trying to twist away. Accidentally, the young woman pissed onto the big man's hands.

"Fuck!" he shouted, feeling the warm oily urine cover his hands. Then a smile crossed his lips and he jerked one knee up into her belly, knocking the wind from her temporarily while stunning her. "Ohhhfff!"

At the same time, he jammed his pissed-on fingers into her mouth, making her swallow the foul urine. Christina gagged and sobbed, swallowing her own piss. He pinned her to the wall, shoving his fingers down so far he was almost touching her tonsils. He laughed, pleased at the outcome of this incident.

"Ohhhhhhhh, damn you, damn you all," the girl whispered, holding her hands over her belly and sucking in air.

"Don't like this, eh, baby?" another biker said, throwing his empty can of beer at the cringing girl. It struck her on the forehead, making her cry out in pain and surprise. She reeled to one side, her head striking the side wall.

"Come on, babe, put out to us the way you been fuckin' them two," another pot-bellied hood said, taking her roughly by the left arm and jerking her down toward the sofa.

Christina stumbled then caught her balance. She screamed, feeling a flash of hatred for all of them. She tore at his eyes and clawed at his cheeks.

He was stunned at first, remaining passive. As her nails cut deep, he threw her off, wiping blood from his cheeks while muttering about the "dumb slut" who tried to get him.

"A fightin' slut," Mike said behind her. "We'll take care of you."

He dragged her backward, her heels dragging on the floor. Christina struggled, her heart racing. She felt her scalp crawling with terror. Her flesh puckered up into goosepimples.

"Ohhhhh!" the girl cried, feeling herself being spun around. Her arms shot out as she fought for balance. Stumbling over her own feet, Christina pitched forward, her knees and palms striking the floor at the same time.

The sudden shock of stopping so abruptly and violently stunned the girl into inaction. That was just enough time for Mike and the others to make their moves. The blonde teen heard something snap to one side of her head. Shaking, Christina blinked twice and rolled her eyes up, seeing that Mike was holding his belt again. But this time he looked as if he were serious about using it. He'd cracked it once or twice on the beach to frighten her. But now…

Christina moaned, rolling on her ass and wiggling away from the bikers who fell silent, moving behind their leader and watching for his next move.

"No, no," Christina moaned, shaking her head slowly from side to side. Already she could feel the cold touch of that wide band of leather as it sliced into her flesh. Mike advanced slowly, his boots scraping the floor as she scooted backward. He kept snapping the belt, letting the pointed tip strike the floor. The sound reminded the girl of the report of a small pistol.

Christina felt that as long as she kept out of his reach she was safe. The other members of this gang wouldn't touch her without Mike's permission.

"Come here, baby, come here and let me teach you a few things about hurtin'," he said soothingly.

It was a nightmare.

"No," she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he drew closer.

Terror knifed through the numbing scene surrounding her. This wasn't a dream. Christina knew the brutality that bubbled close to the surface in Mike. She could only imagine the cruelty of the others behind him. The girl guessed when he was finished, she would be turned over to the others. What was left?

"I'm gonna teach you not to fight back when one of the gang wants to knock you up, unnerstan'?" Mike said. Behind him, the gang bellowed approval.

"Please, Mike," she sobbed. "Oh, please, don't do this to me. Oh, please!"

Nothing in her past had prepared her for this. She slid backward, her terror stricken eyes wide and focused on that black belt…

"Run for it, baby, go on, run for the door," Mike said, his eyes glittering with unholy lust.

Like a robot, the girl did as she was told, panic replacing reason. She turned. Like an animal, she sped out of reach temporarily from the cracking belt. The tips of her tits brushed over the floor while several hands shot out and beat at her round asscheeks. Christina tried to crawl faster and slipped, falling facedown onto the dirty living room floor.

"Ohhh!" Christina cried, sliding on her side and finally coming to rest next to the sofa.

"It's all over, honey. Race is finished," Mike said, stepping up to her and raising the belt over his head – bringing it down hard. As Christina turned over, her arms flailing around as she tried to cover herself, the biker brought his belt down. It sliced along her ribs, just below her left tit.

"Aggghhhh!" Christina squealed, her knees jerking up to her tits.

Mike swung the belt over his head like a lasso. The girl peered up, watching it arc through the air and come back down at her. The pointed tip chewed flesh along her hips this time. She screamed in a mindless torrent of sound, scooting away from him. She was stopped by the large chair that stood immovable. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Christina was helpless. She shrieked like an animal in pain and terror. She was completely unable to protect herself. It was all so useless. He was going to peel the skin down from her tits to her kneecaps no matter what she did. Why should she fight him? She'd die right here in the cabin while her parents were scurrying around in the middle of the night trying to raise money to free her.

The belt came down. Christina rolled away. Preservation. That was the only thing keeping her going. It was sheer animal self-preservation that made her duck and wiggle like a fish out of water while Mike pursued her. It would be self preservation that would give her strength to survive this ordeal – if indeed she could survive.