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WEDDING PRESENT 1/2
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By Parker
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WARNING: This story contains rather a lot of non-consensual
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sexual activity (ie. rape). If this sort of fantasy offends
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you, please stop reading now. Consider yourself warned.
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Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to distribute far and
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wide (unchanged, of course), but please be discrete.
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"What is this place?"
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"I dunno. It doesn't appear on the map."
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"Like... as if it would."
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The night-shuttered town passed quickly by, no more than a
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ramshackle outline of dark, beaten down wooden houses clustered
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around the dim intersection. There were no light, no sign of life
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as the car carrying the three girls passed through and then
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exited the small community. No sign of life until...
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"Look." A hand pointed from the passenger seat at a
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flickering light just ahead at the side of the road. "It looks
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like..."
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"I see it."
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"Let's stop there and ask directions."
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"Like... duh."
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The large, powder blue convertible pulled into the parking
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lot and glided into an empty space. Sharla Thomkins, the driver,
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switched off the motor and shot a frown back over her tanned
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shoulder. "Let me see the map," she said petulantly. "God knows
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where you've gotten us."
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The girl in the back seat, Beth Stanton, sighed and handed
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forward the half-folded map. It hadn't been her fault they'd got
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lost. Sharla always had to have things her own way. Beth had
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tried to tell her to take the last turnoff to the highway, but
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Sharla had refused. Even when Tracy, sitting the front passenger
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seat, had agreed about the route, Sharla had insisted on ignoring
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the directions.
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She'd known better.
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As always.
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Her car; her map; her vacation.
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Twisting her head, Beth looked about at their immediate
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surroundings while the two girls in the front seat examined the
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map. They were in the parking lot of what appeared to be some
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sort of tavern. Cracking and buzzing, the faded neon sign blinked
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out the name of the establishment like a single, blinking eye:
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the "Longhorn". The tavern itself appeared to be a single story
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wooden structure. The blackened windows gave no clue as to what
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was happening inside, but the sodden growl of rock music seeped
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through the closed doors and out into the mostly empty night-
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black parking lot.
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Despite the warmth of the air - it *was* spring break in
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southern California - Beth shivered. The tavern was located on
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the outskirts of the small town, the name of which the two girls
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in the front seat were attempting to discover, but from the
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parking lot the building appeared to be standing by itself in the
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desert. Just the black outline the building, serving as a
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backdrop for the blinking, cyclopean neon eye of the sign. That,
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about a dozen motorcycles and a couple of rusted, beat-up pickup
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trucks lying fallow in the parking lot, and they might as well
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have been alone in the world.
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Beth shivered again as the strains of the Rolling Stones
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song "Under My Thumb" started up from inside the tavern. Some
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vacation this was turning out to be. They'd planned to spend the
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week on a beach in Mexico, but instead...
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"It's not here." Beth was drawn from her thoughts by the
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sound of Sharla's voice from the front seat confirming what she
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already knew.
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They were lost.
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Tracy turned her head and brushed away her shoulder length
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auburn hair. "That place looks open," she said. "Let's ask for
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directions."
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Sharla shook her head and sighed. "I guess we'd better," she
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agreed reluctantly. "I could use a drink." The tall blond girl
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opened the door and slid off the seat, glancing over at Beth as
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she got out of the car. "Last time I ask you to navigate," she
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muttered.
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Beth ignored the comment.
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It was just Sharla being Sharla.
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*****
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"Check it out."
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Riko looked up from where he had been peering suspiciously
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at the pool table. The door to the tavern swung shut just as he
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turned and focused on the three newcomers. "Fuck," he muttered,
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picking up his beer from the edge of the table. "Rich bitches."
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His companion, Tony, grunted in agreement, sneering behind
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his sparse, not-quite beard. "Bitches must have taken a wrong
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turn. Sure as shit wouldn't come here on purpose."
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The three girls did look out of place. The first one was a
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tall, slender blonde. Her short hair was stylishly cut, nicely
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framing her elfin face and large blue eyes. The cut and colour of
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her blouse was perfectly set off by a flawless tan only money
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could buy.
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Even in California.
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The second girl was shorter and heavier, but not
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unattractive. She had reddish-brown, shoulder length hair and a
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open, friendly face. The third girl was the least attractive of
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the group, with stringy red hair and a face marred by what
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appeared to be either a large cluster of freckles or some kind of
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birthmark.
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Decent body, though.
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All three girls looked about at the interior of the tavern
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with barely concealed disgust. It wasn't a particularly nice
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place, and certainly not the kind of establishment frequented by
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girls like these. Usually it was packed with loud, sweaty men
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from the nearby farms and ranches. On that particular night,
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however, it was populated almost entirely by The Red Devils, a
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bike gang. With the exception of a few old-timers too sodden with
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liquor to tell the difference (or care), the regulars had wisely
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steered well clear. The gang's reputation - at least partly
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accurate - had preceded them.
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*****
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Sharla Thomkins, 20 years old and the only daughter of rich
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and indulgent parents, was not used to waiting. And, as a result,
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she was not very good at it.
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"Hey," she yelled over the strains of the music, "Can we get
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a drink over here?"
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"Sharla!" Beth tried to quiet her friend. The three girls
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had sat at a table at the back of the tavern. Both Tracy and Beth
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had very quickly expressed second thoughts about the wisdom of
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staying, but Sharla had insisted. She wanted a drink. Besides,
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they still needed directions. As usual, the other two girls had
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given in to their friend's wishes, but still... There was no need
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to attract any more attention than necessary.
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But try telling that to Sharla.
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The blonde slumped back in her chair when it became apparent
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that the bartender either hadn't heard her demand or had chosen
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to ignore it. "What is this place?" the blonde complained. "Can't
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we even get a drink?"
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"Sharla," Tracy cautioned. "Maybe we should just leave."
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"Yeah," Beth agreed, running a worried hand through her
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curly, red hair. "We can get directions somewhere else."
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"Nonsense." Sharla got to her feet. "Don't be such babies.
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Nothing's going to happen. I'll just go order something to drink
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and ask for directions."
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The blonde turned and walked towards the bar while her two
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friends looked on apprehensively. This was going to be
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embarrassing...
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Richard "Bear" Ash sat at the bar, morosely nursing his
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fourth beer of the night. Good night to get drunk, he reflected,
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downing the remaining alcohol in one last gulp and gesturing to
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the bartender for another. As the leader of the Red Devils, Bear
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was not usually given to moodiness and depression, but tonight
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was different. He was not a young man any more, and... well, the
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root of his problems was Patty. Things weren't going...
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"Shit," he muttered, taking a long pull of his beer.
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Just then, a tall blonde came up beside him. "Hey you," she
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called at the bartender, who was busily drawing a huge mug of
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beer. "How does a girl get a drink around here?" The bartender
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just grunted at her and went on with his task; from the number of
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mugs lined up in front of him, it was going to be taking a while.
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The blonde sighed and sat herself down on a bar stool.
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Bear couldn't resist looking at her out of the corner of his
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eye. Not bad, he conceded. Decent face; nice lips - he
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momentarily imagined them wrapped around his cock, an image
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arousing an immediate stirring in his groin; tits a bit small,
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though. Bear liked his women with a bit of meat on their bones;
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something to hold onto, to keep a man warm at night.
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Like Patty.
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Still, not bad...
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Sharla, often the subject of masculine attention, knew when
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she was being looked over. She glanced over at him. The guy
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wasn't bad looking, for a biker type. He was quite tall and
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heavy, more muscle than fat, with a thick black beard. Not her
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type, but not bad looking at all. She looked over at the
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bartender, who was not even halfway finished pouring his way
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through the queue of waiting mugs.
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Should she?
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Well... why the hell not? Give the clod here a thrill and
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keep herself amused while she waited for a drink and some
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directions.
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Smiling slightly, Sharla leaned back in the stool and
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stretched her tanned arms. This pushed her chest forward against
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her blouse, making the most of her smallish breasts.
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She glanced over; he was looking alright.
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Pretending embarrassment, she leaned forward and smiled
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shyly at the man sitting beside her. "Uh... hello," she said.
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"Hi there." The man had a deep, growly voice, surprisingly
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quiet.
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"I'm Sharla."
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"Bear," he grunted, taking a pull on his beer.
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"Your name is Bear?"
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The man grunted again and shrugged his shoulders.
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This wasn't getting her anywhere. Sharla decided to pull out
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all the stops. "It's hot in here, isn't it?" she asked, undoing
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the top button on her blouse. Sure enough, the man's eyes
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dropped, following the open V of her top. Sharla leaned forward
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slightly, bringing her face close to his, laughing inside as his
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eyes followed her chest. "Maybe you can help us," she said, voice
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soft and seductive. "We need directions."
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The man's gaze slowly rose until he looked her in the eye.
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He licked his lips. "Directions?" he asked.
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Sharla nodded, fingering the next button on her blouse. "You
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look like a man who... knows his way around..."
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The man nodded, swallowing dryly, and Sharla had to restrain
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herself from bursting out in laughter. He looked tough, but he
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was as easy to tease as those geeks back at college. Men! They
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were all the same...
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*****
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No one had ever accused Patty Baker of being shy. Loud...
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brash... obnoxious (although never to her face) maybe. But not
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shy.
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And that was why, when she saw that stuck-up little blonde
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bitch coming on to her man - HER MAN! - she didn't hesitate.
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Maybe things weren't going too well between her and Bear, but
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this was too much. A couple of the more sensible gang members got
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out of her way and there was a general murmur of anticipation as
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Patty strode angrily across the room towards the bar. The blonde
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girl was toying sexily with the top of her blouse, and smiling at
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the man beside her when Patty grabbed her by one scrawny shoulder
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and pulled her off the stool. Surprised, the girl staggered back
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into a table and tumbled to the floor.
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Patty turned angrily to Bear and...
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Sharla stared upwards from the floor in shocked disbelief.
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She just couldn't believe it: someone had assaulted her and
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thrown her to the floor. The blonde girl scrambled quickly to her
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feet and stared at her assailant. She saw a woman, about mid-
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twenties maybe; quite heavy, with large breasts and wide hips.
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The woman had a flushed, piggy face and thick red hair which fell
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loosely to her shoulders.
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The bitch...
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"Hey you bitch!" Sharla exploded, face red with anger. "What
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the fuck do you think you're doing?"
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The redhead turned and looked at her in surprise.
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"Huh?"
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"You fucking pig!" Sharla continued. "How dare you touch
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me."
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The man - Bear - started to chuckle. His quiet laughter only
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served to make Sharla even madder. Blind with rage, she strode
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forward and brought her hand around to slap the other girl across
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the face. The woman seemed stunned by the blow, face reddening
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where Sharla's hand had made contact.
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The tavern fell silent as Patty reached up to touch her
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burning cheek. No one had struck her in... well, ever since she
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had started hanging with Bear. None of the men would dare touch
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her and the women... they knew better. Even without Bear's
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protection, she could kick the shit out of any bitch (and half
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the guys) in the gang. And now this snotty little rich cunt had
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struck her...
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Patty felt the familiar burn and bile of anger work its way
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up from her stomach and through her body, threatening to
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overwhelm her and send her into a fit of blind rage. She wanted -
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she needed - to kick the shit out of the little blonde bitch
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right now... but there were certain rules, certain things that
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couldn't be done without the permission of the leader. One of
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those was to enter into a fight with a "civilian".
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Oh, but she wanted...
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"Bear?" She glanced at the large man - still her lover.
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Bear looked down at her and then over at the blonde girl. He
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smiled slightly behind his beard. "Go to it," he said mildly.
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"She's all yours."
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That was all the permission Patty needed.
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"Oh my god!"
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Tracy and Beth looked on in horror as the heavy redhead
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jumped forward and attacked their friend. Sharla was fighting
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back - spitting and kicking for all she was worth - but the other
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girl seemed to be too much for her. The redhead sunk her fist
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deep into the blonde girl's stomach, and, as the taller girl
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folded, she brought her other hand around in a vicious slap/punch
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that sent Sharla spinning to the floor.
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"Had enough, bitch?" the redhead asked.
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Shaking her head, more to clear it than in answer to her
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attacker's question, Sharla slowly got to her feet. Grinning, the
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redhead moved forward.
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"We have to help her," Tracy said. She pushed back her seat
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to get up, but immediately felt a heavy hand on her shoulder,
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pushing her back down. She turned and looked up to see one of the
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bikers, a large black man, grinning down at her.
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"Don't," he warned. "Let them settle it."
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Tracy shot a look at Beth, but there was another biker
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standing behind her as well. Fearful, she relaxed back into her
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chair: there was nothing she could do.
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Patty felt the familiar rush of almost sexual pleasure which
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came from beating up on a weaker person. The blonde bitch had
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been tougher than she'd looked, but was no match for the gang
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member. Grunting with effort, Patty threw another roundhouse
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slap, rocking the blonde girl back against a table and then down
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onto her knees. Tears streaming down her face, she struggled to
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get up, but couldn't.
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She was finished.
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Triumphant, Patty reached down, grabbed the beaten girl by
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her short, blonde hair and jerked her head up. "Learned your
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lesson bitch?" The blonde girl, dazed, reached up and tried
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weakly to dislodge the other girl's hand from her hair. Patty
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laughed. "Want more, huh?"
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Sharla groaned, half conscious as the other girl grabbed the
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collar of her blouse and ripped it down the front. The buttons
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snapped off and flew in all directions as the large redhead
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pulled the blouse apart all the way down to the skirt. Sharla
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hadn't worn a bra - she had often bragged to the other girls at
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BCN that her breasts were so firm they didn't need one - and her
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tits were clearly visible to everyone in the bar. The guys all
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got instant hard-ons when Patty, laughing, reached forward and
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grabbed one of the smaller girl's tits.
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"Not bad for a college bitch," she sneered, "but not nearly
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enough to steal my man."
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If he still was her man. Suddenly angry, she tugged at
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Sharla's breast, forcing the blonde to spin around on her knees
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and face Bear. "Well?" Patty asked, squeezing viciously. "Waddaya
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think? Tiny tits, or what?"
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Bear laughed uncomfortably. "Well, a bit scrawny," he
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commented, "but Riko over there might like 'em. He likes his
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bitches without much meat on 'm."
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Riko put the pool cue down and walked slowly forward. He was
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a tall, dark skinned man with a greasy, pock-marked face. "Yeah,"
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he agreed. "Give her to me. I know how to fix snotty bitches like
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her."
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Laughing, Patty dragged the blonde to her feet and marched
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her over to where Riko was standing. Sharla, finally coming out
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of her daze, began to scream and thrash about as she was thrown
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into a table. The breath exploded out of her as the edge of the
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table caught her in the lower stomach. Gasping, she was pushed
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downward until she lay face down over a low table. Her breath
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quickly returned, though, and she began screaming again.
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"Quiet, bitch," Patty growled, trying to cover the blonde's
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mouth. The blonde ignored her, bucking and kicking in panic on
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the table. She was so terrified that she lost control of her
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bladder and started pissing.
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"Fuck!" Riko took a step backwards from where he had been
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fondling her ass through the skirt, trying to flick the urine
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from his hand.
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"Awww... little bitch piss her pants?" Patty jeered, rolling
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Sharla's skirt up to her waist. Except for Tony, who stood guard
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over the other two girls, the guys all crowded around the table
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to watch the piss streaming through the blonde's panties and down
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her long, slender legs. After the stream stopped, Patty reached
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forward and tore off the piss-soaked panties. Still laughing, the
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redhead grabbed a handful of Sharla's hair, jerked her head back,
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and jammed the soaking cloth into the girl's mouth. The blonde
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gurgled her revulsion, trying desperately to push the foul
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tasting cloth from her mouth, but Patty kept her hand firmly over
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her prisoner's lips.
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The crowd fell momentarily silent, watching the college girl
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helplessly squirming on the table, moaning with fear and
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humiliation as she was forced to suck on the piss from her
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panties.
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Then: "I'm gonna fuck her."
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It was Riko.
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Sharla squealed around the piss gag and tried to buck off
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the table, but the redhead and another of the biker girls pushed
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down on the small of her back, keeping her firmly pinned down.
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Riko, pants down around his knees, positioned himself between the
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blonde's naked legs and guided his long, hard cock up against the
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exposed entrance of her pussy.
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"OK bitch," he growled, "Here we go." With a jerk of his
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hips, he rammed his cock straight into her pussy.
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Sharla bucked forward on the table, screaming as best she
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could behind the panty-gag. Up until that moment, she had never
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thought that it would really happen; that they would really rape
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her. Scare her... even beat her up a bit.
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But not rape her.
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The taste of the piss in her mouth was so bad that she felt
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like she was going to vomit, but when Riko began pumping his
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massive cock in and out of her tight, dry pussy, she began
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chewing and sucking, anything to take her mind off the pain and
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humiliation of being fucked in front of all these bikers, liked
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some kind of sleazy whore. Sharla was not a virgin, but she had
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never felt anything like this before. This brutal pounding in and
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out of her pussy... It felt as though she was being torn to
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pieces.
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"C'mon Riko," Patty taunted. "Fuck her good."
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Riko grunted in agreement. The tall, greasy biker reached
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down, grabbed Sharla's slender hips and hauled her back, fucking
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his cock forward as hard as he could. Sharla screamed at this
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increase in pain, but Riko ignored her, fucking for all he was
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worth.
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Patty leaned down and shoved her face in front of Sharla's
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wide, pain-filled eyes. "Wattsa matter honey?" The redhead
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trailed a finger down her captive's cheek. "I thought this was
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what you wanted."
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The redhead had pulled her hand away from Sharla's mouth,
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allowing the blonde to spit the panties from her mouth.
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"Nooo....!" The girl bucked and squirmed on the table, but she
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was securely pinned by the biker's cock. "No. Please... s-stop
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this... don't... please..."
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Laughing, Patty ignored the girl's frenzied pleadings. She
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gestured to another one of the guys, pointing at Sharla's face
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and open mouth. He didn't have to be told twice. He stepped
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forward with a large grin on his face, unzipped his pants and
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slipped his cock in between her red, wet lips. "Uhmmm..." The
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blonde college girl moaned and twisted her head, but it was no
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use; she was stuck. The biker just gripped her short blonde hair
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and started fucking his cock in and out of her face, forcing her
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to deepthroat him.
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By this time, Riko was just about ready to come. Grunting,
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he brutally slammed his cock in and out of Sharla's tortured
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pussy, jamming her face even further onto the other guy's cock.
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Finally, he stiffened and came. Sharla squealed with anger and
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humiliation as she felt his hot jism boil out into her pussy. He
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held his cock inside her for a moment, and then relaxed. The
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blonde girl sighed with relief when Riko pulled out, but her
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respite was short lived: another cock quickly took its place,
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rudely sliding into her now well-lubricated pussy, stuffing it
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full, and then fucking in and out.
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Patty couldn't help but feel aroused as she watched the
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blonde college bitch whine and buck on the table in front of her.
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She'd never thought that she would find another female
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attractive, but this girl... well, maybe it wasn't the girl;
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maybe it was the rape. Maybe...
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Tommy started to grunt like he was about to come. With a
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quick glance at Bear, who was watching intently, Patty reached
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down and slid his cock from behind the captive's glistening lips.
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The girl coughed and hacked as the penis was pulled away, trying
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desperately to spit the taste from her mouth.
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"What?" Tommy looked puzzled, but Patty just smiled and
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nodded at the blonde. With a few practised strokes of her hand,
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the redhead expertly brought the gang member to orgasm. As he
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came, she held the cock right in front of the girl's face,
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sending long, sticky ropes of white sperm cascading over her
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face. Sharla gasped and tried to turn her head, but it was too
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late. Her face and hair were soaked in sperm.
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"Nooo...." Her cries were cut off as another biker came up
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and buried his cock in her wailing mouth...
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Sharla grunted in pain as yet another biker thrust his cock
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inside her sopping pussy. It was the third or fourth; she had
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already lost track. She wanted to push away, to wriggle off the
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invading cock, but she couldn't get any leverage with her arms
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pinned behind her back. Bent over the table, legs spread and
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mouth gaping around a slick penis, she was a helpless target for
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whoever wanted to fuck her exposed, dripping pussy.
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The guy behind her started fucking her so fast and hard her
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nose was pushed straight into the pubic hair of the man whose
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cock she was inadvertently deep throating. Gurgling and
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squirming, the sweat-soaked girl tried to relax her straining
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pussy as much as she could, desperate to lessen the pain of the
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brutal fucking. But it was useless. The cock was just too large
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and the fucking too violent. Despite her best efforts, each
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thrust drove a wave of pain up from her ravaged pussy and through
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her body.
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Suddenly, she felt a sharp, stinging pain on her ass.
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Someone had delivered a burning slap. "C'mon you little whore,"
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the man behind her growled. "Shake your whore ass. Fuck me back
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you useless cunt." The man punctuated his demands by landing
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another powerful slap on her thigh.
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Sharla squealed with pain, but did as she was ordered. The
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blonde coed squirmed back until her feet reached for floor and
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used the leverage to push her reddening ass back against the
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invading cock. Every plunge of the cock made a wet, squishing
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sound in her pussy as the invader displaced the thick globs of
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sperm left from the previous fuckings.
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Sharla felt her face reddening with humiliation at the
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sounds. Her humiliation was compounded moments later when she
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heard a female voice - the redhead - laughing: "Look at the
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little whore fuck Barry," the woman said. "She's fucking like a
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pro!" Sharla felt tears dripping down her cheeks, running tracks
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through the caked-on sperm.
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"Well," came another voice, male this time, "she's not much
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of a cocksucker."
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"I'll see what I can do."
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Out of the corner of her eye, Sharla saw a face approach her
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own. "Listen up, you scuzzy little slut." It was the redhead
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again. "You're not giving my friend here much of a cocksucking.
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What's the matter? Don't they teach you how to suck cock up at
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that fancy school of yours?" Sharla moaned and tried to shake her
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head, but the other woman just ignored her. "Now I'm gonna
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release one of your hands. You're gonna reach around, and use it
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on my friend's cock. Just wrap your little slut fingers around
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the base and run it up and down..."
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Sharla felt one of her hands being released. She immediately
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brought it down to the table and tried to push away, but the
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other woman reached down under her chest and grabbed a nipple
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between her thumb and forefinger. The pain as she squeezed and
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twisted was far worse than anything she had yet faced. Squealing
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and bucking, the blonde girl grasped the base of the man's cock
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and started running her long fingers up and down in time with her
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bobbing mouth.
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Following instructions.
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"Good little cocksucker." The pressure on the nipple
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decreased, but the redhead kept the hold. "Now," she continued,
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"Run your tongue along the underside and suck gently..."
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The lesson continued for a good five minutes as the woman
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gave Sharla a crash course in cocksucking. At the end of it, the
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man came, spurting hot jism all down the inside of the coed's
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throat as she was forced to swallow as best she could.
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The softening cock was pulled out, leaving a long trail of
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slime down the blonde's chin. "Please," Sharla gasped, panting
|
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for air. "No more. No..."
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Her pleas were cut off as a third cock was slipped into her
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open mouth. "Now show the nice man what you've learned. OK?" The
|
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redhead punctuated her 'request' with a sharp twist of her
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captive's nipple. Sharla groaned and immediately went to work on
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the new cock, using all of her new-found skills to give the man
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as much pleasure as possible. "That's it." The redhead gave her
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student an approving pat on the head as she straightened up.
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Sharla choked, but kept at it.
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She knew the consequences of refusal...
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END PART ONE
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WEDDING PRESENT 2/2
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By Parker
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WARNING: This story contains rather a lot of non-consensual
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sexual activity (ie. rape). If this sort of fantasy offends
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you, please stop reading now. Consider yourself warned.
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Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to distribute far and
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wide (unchanged, of course), but please be discrete.
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=================================================================
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"Fuck, I want some of that."
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The biker who had been standing behind Beth moved away
|
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towards the table where Sharla strained to please the men who
|
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were fucking her from both ends. The girl started to stand up,
|
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but the guy behind Tracy just looked over at her and leered.
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"Want to join in?" he asked.
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Swallowing, the red haired girl sat slowly down. The black
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man laughed, reaching down to fondle Tracy's large breasts. Tracy
|
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moaned quietly and a tear trickled down her face, but she didn't
|
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protest...
|
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Sharla felt the jism boil over into her ravaged pussy as the
|
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guy fucking her from behind pulled out. Sharla squirmed at the
|
|
sudden emptiness, disgusted at the feeling of the thick, cooling
|
|
fluid as it dribbled out of her sopping pussy and down the inside
|
|
of her thighs. She was careful, however, to keep her tongue and
|
|
lips moving over the thick cock in her mouth. Her tongue was
|
|
coated with sperm, pre-cum and drool, and it was all she could do
|
|
to keep from throwing up at the thought of that repulsive mixture
|
|
sliding down her throat. Still, she sucked as best she could;
|
|
enthusiastically bobbing her cum-covered face up and down on the
|
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cock, teasing the tip of it with her tongue and as she polished
|
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it with her long, cool fingers.
|
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Doing as she had been taught.
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The blonde girl couldn't help but squeal in apprehension as
|
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she felt another person move up behind her. Instinctively, she
|
|
widened her stance, spreading her pussy to lessen the pain of the
|
|
intrusion.
|
|
But it wasn't her pussy he was interested in.
|
|
"Noooooo!!!" Her frantic, pain-filled scream gurgled out
|
|
from around the face-impaling cock as the man behind her slowly,
|
|
but steadily forced his cock up her anal passage. Her legs left
|
|
the floor and kicked wildly in the air, desperate to push her
|
|
away from the pain and degradation of this latest attack.
|
|
Spitting cum and drool, she opened her mouth and tried to pull
|
|
away, but the man in front of her just grabbed her head and
|
|
forced his cock even further down her throat.
|
|
After what seemed like an eternity, the cock was fully
|
|
inserted, buried deeply up her ass. Sharla stopped kicking and
|
|
lay, limp and exhausted, on the table, afraid to move. Then, she
|
|
heard the inevitable voice: "What's the matter tiny-tits? Never
|
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had a cock up the ass?" Sharla moaned her response, lips still
|
|
stretched around the cock. "Well," the voice continued, "it's
|
|
time to learn. A scuzzy slut like you, your cunt's pretty well
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fucked out. Gotta learn to satisfy a man with your ass."
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"Mmmmm..."
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"That's right cunt face. You start fucking back right now.
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And don't forget your cock-sucking lessons while you're at it."
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No. She wouldn't do it.
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There was no way they could...
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"Ahhhh..." Without warning, the abused coed felt a vicious
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sting on her back, followed by a deep, burning pain. Another... then
|
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another... and then a third. She squirmed on the table,
|
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trying to avoid the pain, but it was relentless. Blow after blow
|
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rained down on her unprotected flesh, sending spasms of pain
|
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through her tortured body, building... burning...
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Until finally...
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With a groan of utter defeat, Sharla planted her feet and
|
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started bucking her ass back up against the impaling cock. The
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switch fell one more time before she remembered the cock in her
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mouth. Sobbing, she slid her lips up and began slurping hungrily
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as she heard a female voice laughing above her.
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Bear watched, a small smile on his lips, as the skinny
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little college bitch started to fuck back against the cock
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impaling her ass. Patty was sure having a field day! The
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redhead's face was flushed and her eyes sparkled as she stood
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beside the table, directing proceedings with the aid of the
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leather riding crop she kept in her pack. He'd always meant to
|
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ask her about it, but had never gotten around to doing so.
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Well, now he knew.
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As he watched, Bear couldn't help but think back on his
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relationship with the redhead. He and Patty had been riding
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together for almost a year now. Unlike most of the other gang
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chicks, Patty had her own bike, and participated as a full member
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of the gang. Their relationship had been a stormy one, plenty of
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fun all around, but Bear had a hard time staying with just one
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woman. Lately, he had begun to feel a little bored; a little
|
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confined.
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A little distracted.
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And Bear, for the first time in his life, had begun to feel
|
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insecure. About himself; about her; about everything. His usual
|
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practice had been to hook himself up with one of the babes who
|
|
followed the gang, having a good time, but dumping them long
|
|
before things got permanent.
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But Patty... she was different.
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Like no chick he had ever seen before.
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And, deep down, he didn't want to lose her...
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Impaled by cock at both ends of her slender, sweat-soaked
|
|
body, Sharla squirmed in pain and humiliation. But as she did so,
|
|
as she once again buried her nose in sticky pubic hair in order
|
|
to shove her ass back against the cock, something strange
|
|
happened. Her pussy spasmed, and, as it rubbed against the edge
|
|
of the table, she felt something so terrible, so unexpected, that
|
|
it sent a new wave of humiliation washing through her abused
|
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body.
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Pleasure.
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Her clit seemed to buzz, and an itching heat began to spread
|
|
through her body, up through her stomach and into her nipples as
|
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they were dragged back and forth against the top of the table.
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Slowly, but steadily, the heat began to build, until finally her
|
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moans became signs of pleasure rather than pain.
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If there was a difference.
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Finally, she came just as the cock in her mouth twitched and
|
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dumped its load of hot jism into her already cum-filled mouth.
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"Ahhhh..." Her soft cry of pleasure came out a confused gurgle as
|
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the cum in her mouth bubbled up and erupted out from between her
|
|
lips and dribbled down her chin. The abused blonde began to cough
|
|
and choke, sending a glob of sperm up into the roof of her mouth
|
|
and out through her nose.
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"Jeez, the fucking slut is getting off."
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"Of course she is," came the redhead's voice. "She's just a
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scuzzy little cum-bag. Needs a good rape to get her off." Sharla
|
|
felt a hand grab hold of her short blonde hair and jerk her head
|
|
up. "Isn't that right tiny-tits?" Sharla coughed again, letting
|
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another glob of cum drool over her lower lip and onto her face.
|
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The redhead laughed and released her grip, allowing her captive's
|
|
face to drop.
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|
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|
Bear had seen enough.
|
|
His cock felt like it was about to burst the seams of his
|
|
battered jeans. He preferred his women with a little more meat on
|
|
them, but there was something about the way the little college
|
|
bitch was squirming about on the table that sent the blood
|
|
pulsing though his cock. And Patty... well, he wasn't sure what
|
|
she'd say if he wanted to fuck her prisoner.
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|
But it was worth giving it a try.
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The cock slid out of her abused asshole with an audible
|
|
plop. Groggily, Sharla fought back a whine at the sudden
|
|
emptiness; she had come three times while being fucked up her
|
|
ass. She didn't know why - didn't even want to think about it;
|
|
but the feeling was undeniable.
|
|
Still, enough was enough.
|
|
The blonde coed groaned as strong hands gripped her
|
|
shoulders and turned her around so that she was laying face up on
|
|
ried to push herself up with her hands, but her
|
|
ass slipped in the pool of sweat and cum that had congealed
|
|
between her legs, and the redhead pulled her back down with a
|
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fistful of hair. Sharla groaned, but didn't try to get away. She
|
|
just lay there, panting and gasping, her long slender body soaked
|
|
with sweat and half dried cum.
|
|
Waiting for whatever came next.
|
|
She didn't have to wait long.
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|
"Hello Bear." It was the redhead, faced flushed and
|
|
breathing heavily. She was speaking to the bearded man who had
|
|
been standing at the bar. The one Sharla had been teasing. "Wanna
|
|
play?" He was now standing beside the table, in between Sharla's
|
|
splayed open legs.
|
|
"Well now," the man answered, his voice soft and oddly
|
|
formal, "that depends."
|
|
"Depends?"
|
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Sharla moaned softly as she felt the girl's grip tighten in
|
|
her hair.
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"On your say-so," the man answered. "If you say no..."
|
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The redhead grinned widely, the tension of her grip
|
|
loosening. "You won't fuck the slut if I ask you not to?"
|
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The man chuckled. "Hell, Patty. A little scum bucket like
|
|
this? Shit... she's good for a fuck or two, a decent place to
|
|
dump some sperm, but you... you and me... well, that's
|
|
different."
|
|
The redhead sighed contentedly. "Do you wanna fuck the
|
|
bitch?"
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The man nodded. "I surely do."
|
|
"Well, what are you waiting for then?" The redhead laughed.
|
|
"That's what she's here for."
|
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A big grin creased the man's bearded face as he reached down
|
|
and undid his pants.
|
|
"Oh... noooo..." Sharla twisted helplessly on the table. The
|
|
passion from the previous fuckings had deserted her, leaving her
|
|
frightened and humiliated. "No more..."
|
|
The redhead reached down and slapped her across the face.
|
|
"Shut up you little cunt," she ordered. "This here's my man, and
|
|
you're gonna fuck him good."
|
|
A fresh rain of tears ran down Sharla's face, but she didn't
|
|
resist as the man spread her legs apart, positioned himself, and
|
|
ran his large, rigid cock straight into her abused pussy.
|
|
"Arrghhhh!!!" Sharla squealed and bucked in agony at the pain of
|
|
the renewed assault. Of all the cocks she had serviced that
|
|
night, his was by far the largest. It felt as though she were
|
|
being split in two.
|
|
A sudden, surge of rage and hatred boiled through her
|
|
tortured body. These assholes... these fuckers... these perverts
|
|
had raped her and... beaten her... They had no right to do it...
|
|
no right to... "Noooooo!!!" The scream of rage ripped out of her
|
|
as she bucked and thrashed on the table, suddenly desperate to
|
|
free herself of the cock being fucked in and out of her unwilling
|
|
pussy. "You fuckers! Let me go. You bastards! You..."
|
|
Her cries were cut off as the redhead brought the leather
|
|
crop down on her exposed tits in a vicious slash. The sudden,
|
|
overwhelming pain of the crop on her breasts sucked her breath
|
|
away, and she flopped soundlessly on the table for a few instants
|
|
as her body twitched and spasmed. The redhead brought the crop
|
|
around and slammed it down again... and then again... and then
|
|
again... Each blow landing directly on the coed's tits.
|
|
"Eeeahhhhhh....."
|
|
Finally, Sharla managed to gather enough air into her lungs
|
|
to start screaming. Her mouth opened wide and a loud, screeching
|
|
sound filled the inside of the tavern as the abused girl twisted
|
|
and bucked on the table, her breasts on fire from the whipping.
|
|
The pain was more than she could bear; it was...
|
|
"Ahhhgrph." The long, banshee wail was cut off as something
|
|
dark and damp clamped down over Sharla's open mouth. Stunned, the
|
|
girl closed her mouth, trying desperately to inhale. The smell
|
|
immediately told her what had happened. Someone - probably the
|
|
redhead - had stuffed their pussy right over her mouth.
|
|
The whipping had stopped, but the humiliation was worse.
|
|
Almost worse. Sharla closed her mouth as her assailant rubbed her
|
|
damp pussy up and down her lower face. There was no way she was
|
|
going to open her mouth. No way. It was just too much.
|
|
The redhead, however, was determined.
|
|
"Suck my cunt, you little bitch," she growled, grinding her
|
|
pussy into the helpless girl's face. Sharla moaned her refusal.
|
|
She tried to use her hands, momentarily free, to push the larger
|
|
girl off, but it was no use. She felt unseen hands grab her
|
|
wrists and pull them down. The first taste of pussy juice
|
|
dribbled past her tightly closed lips, making her stomach heave.
|
|
"C'mon tiny-tits," the other girl ordered, "start licking."
|
|
Sharla felt a pair of hands grab her exposed tits. "Or I'll rip
|
|
your little titties off." That last comments was punctuated by an
|
|
abrupt twisting of her tits.
|
|
The blonde moaned loudly, determined not to open her mouth,
|
|
but couldn't help but scream when she felt her nipples pinched
|
|
and twisted. Immediately, her assailant's pussy was ground
|
|
downwards, pushing into her open mouth. Sharla groaned with pain
|
|
and humiliation, but there was nothing she could do. It was just
|
|
too much. Almost vomiting at the taste, she tentatively stuck her
|
|
tongue out and lapped upwards at the other girl's leaking pussy.
|
|
The taste repulsed her, and she almost pulled away, but a quick
|
|
twist of her nippled convinced her otherwise. Slowly, and then
|
|
with increasing energy, she began to suck and lick the other
|
|
girl's pussy.
|
|
"She's doing it," the redhead crowed. "The little cunt's
|
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sucking my pussy."
|
|
Sharla burned with shame, but continued sucking. As she
|
|
slowly got used to the awful taste in her mouth, she gradually
|
|
became aware of the fact that she was still being fucked. The
|
|
bearded man had stood still for a couple of minutes as the
|
|
redhead had forced the captive to suck her pussy, but now he
|
|
began moving again. Back and forth, grinding his large cock in
|
|
and out of her sopping pussy.
|
|
Against her will, the blonde coed felt the itching heat
|
|
building up again in her pussy and spread upwards through her
|
|
body. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around behind the guy's
|
|
ass and humped up against him. Just as she did so, she felt her
|
|
hands, first the right and then the left, being wrapped around a
|
|
pair of cocks. At first she tried to let go, but a couple of
|
|
slaps later she was running her long, delicate fingers up and
|
|
down, jerking them off.
|
|
Her moans grew as the heat in her pussy slowly spread
|
|
throughout her body...
|
|
|
|
Patty and Bear looked at each other.
|
|
Patty saw a man - HER man: tall, handsome with his thick,
|
|
black beard. Muscles swelling in his chest and neck with each
|
|
pump of his long, hard cock into the blonde bitch's pussy. He had
|
|
grabbed the girl's upper thighs in his two, strong hands and was
|
|
jerking scrawny body up against his thick thighs with each
|
|
powerful thrust.
|
|
Bear saw his woman - not beautiful, not even pretty, but
|
|
full of life. Eyes shining... a thin sheen of perspiration on her
|
|
upper lip as she ground her pussy down against the blonde's face.
|
|
Her large breast straining against the front of her tee shirt...
|
|
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
|
|
The couple leaned into each other...
|
|
|
|
Sharla felt a pair of hands pressing down on her tits, not
|
|
twisting, but applying painful pressure, as the couple leaned in
|
|
towards each other. Kneading... squeezing... By now, her pussy
|
|
was spasming with uncontrollable lust, and she was sucking and
|
|
licking for all she was worth, gulping down the redhead's pussy
|
|
juice and bucking her hips upwards to meet the man's powerful
|
|
thrusts. And all the time stroking a cock in each hand...
|
|
|
|
Beth looked on in amazement, almost forgetting the rough
|
|
pair of hands kneading her exposed breasts, as her school friend
|
|
thrashed about on the table, simultaneously satisfying three
|
|
cocks and one pussy. The moans emanating from between the
|
|
redhead's legs were definitely not moans of pleasure. How could
|
|
see... what kind of girl enjoyed being raped like that?
|
|
Stunned, she looked over at Tracy, but the other girl was
|
|
now on her knees under the table, face partially hidden by her
|
|
thick, auburn hair as she bobbed her face up and down of a thick,
|
|
black cock.
|
|
Beth moaned in fear...
|
|
|
|
Their lips met in a passionate kiss just as Sharla orgasmed,
|
|
and th Clamping her strong thighs
|
|
firmly together around the girl's head, Patty let out a loud gasp
|
|
and came hard, squeezing her legs and grinding down on the
|
|
captive's mouth. Bear stiffened and, groaning, pumped his load
|
|
deep into the girl's pussy. Then the cocks in her hands, first
|
|
the one on the right and then the one on her left, came, each one
|
|
spurting its thick, white cum all over her heaving chest.
|
|
The room went quiet for a moment, the silence broken only by
|
|
the quiet slurping from beneath the table where Tracy was still
|
|
working on Tony's cock.
|
|
Bear spoke for all concerned: "Fuck. That was wild."
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Letting out a loud, braying laugh, Patty opened her legs and
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backed away, leaving her victim, face shiny and red with tears
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and pussy juice, coughing and sputtering. Bear pulled his cock
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out with a quiet, squelching sound. No longer held down, the
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blonde slid off the table and landed on the floor with a loud
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thud. She lay there for a moment, limp and trembling, until
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another of the bikers, his cock hard again, dragged her to his
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chair and stuffed her tear-stained face into his crotch.
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Obediently, she encircled the offered cock with her lips and
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began bobbing her head up and down on it.
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Bear did up his pants as he slowly looked around at the
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wreckage of the bar. During the gang rape, the members of the
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gang had gone wild, and had pretty much trashed the place. "We'd
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better get the hell out of here," he declared mildly. "Don't want
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the cops stumbling onto something like this." He gestured towards
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where the gang member was forcing Sharla to suck his cock.
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His words were quiet, but they demanded immediate respect
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from the members of his gang. The man who had been kneading
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Beth's breasts took his hands away. He quickly tied her wrists to
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the chair with her ripped bra and rushed to collect his stuff.
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Tracy, who had just taken a load of sperm in her mouth, was
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similarly fastened as her assailant, the large black man, obeyed
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Bear's orders. Even the guy who had stuffed Sharla's face into
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his crotch, nowhere near coming, pushed her away and threw her to
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the floor, where she lay groaning.
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Patty looked over at Bear and then down at where the sweaty
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blonde lay curled up on the floor. Despite the recent orgasm, the
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redhead felt a surge of lust rush through her. She had never
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found other women attractive before, but... but there was
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something about the blonde; something about dominating and
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degrading the rich bitch...
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She had to ask.
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"Bear," she said quietly, "can I keep her?"
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The gang leader looked startled. "Keep her?"
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Patty nodded.
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"Well... I mean... it's a lot of..."
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While he stuttered, Patty reached down, grabbed hold of the
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blonde's hair and jerked her pretty face up. Sharla groaned, but
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didn't resist. "Look at her," Patty said. "I'll take care of her.
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She'll ride with me. You won't have to do a thing."
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Bear still looked doubtful.
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"And she'll pay for her keep," Patty continued. "We can sell
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her ass from here to the other side of the country if we want.
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She'll make a great whore." Sharla started to whine in protest,
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but Patty shut her up with a sharp cuff to the side of the head.
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"Well..."
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"Please Bear... I've always wanted a pet."
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Finally, Bear smiled, his mind made up. "You can keep her,"
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he answered, "but on one condition."
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Patty bristled. "What condition?" she asked angrily.
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Bear looked her straight in the eye. "Marry me."
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"What?"
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"Marry me," he repeated steadily. "The little bitch will be
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a... a wedding present."
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"Bear..." Her captive forgotten, Patty rushed forward into
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the arms of her lover and soon-to-be husband. Freed from the
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tight grip in her hair, the blonde college girl scrambled away on
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all fours, breaking for the door. She was quickly caught by one
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of the gang members, and held helpless while Bear and Patty
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engaged in a long, passionate kiss. The entire gang erupted into
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a loud cheer when the kiss finally broke up.
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Bear looked around, a little embarrassed. "OK," he said
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gruffly, "Show's over. We've got some work to do. Patty, get the
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little cunt ready to travel." Patty grabbed hold of Sharla's hair
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and led the crying girl into a backroom. "Riko, I want you to
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call Carlos at the El-Maceia. Tell him we've got some product for
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him." He nodded at the two girls who were tied up. "If he agrees,
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take them to the campsite just north of town. He'll get them
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across the border in the usual way." A cruel grin crossed Riko's
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face as he walked over to the bar phone. "Tony, check their car."
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Another biker walked over to the front door and exited the bar.
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Grinning to himself, Bear walked over to the bar where the
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bartender stood, frightened and silent. The big biker threw a wad
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of bills down on the counter. "We were here tonight, but the
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girl's weren't. Nothing strange happened. Right?" The bartender
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nodded happily; he had been expecting a lot worse.
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Within ten minutes, the bikers were ready to leave. Riko had
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reported that Carlos was more than happy to make a pick-up of the
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two girls, and he and another of the bikers had dragged the two
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frightened girls out of the bar. If everything went according to
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schedule, the two college girls would be lap dancing at the El-
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Maceia before the week was out. Tony had hot-wired their car and
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taken it to a local chop shop where the registration numbers had
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already been removed and the new paint job begun.
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Now all they were waiting for was...
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Patty marched out of the backroom, her charge in tow. She
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had dressed the college girl - her new pet - in a pair of tight
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cut-offs, at least one size too small, a greasy tee-shirt that
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had been in use as a rag for some time, and an old pair of
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runners on her feet. Around the girl's neck was a black, leather
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dog collar with shiny metal studs. Patty had attached a slender
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chain to a D-ring on the side and used it to control the girl.
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Sharla's hands were free, but they stayed at her side. Her face
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glowed red where it had been struck, and she kept her eyes
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submissively downward as she tagged along behind her new owner.
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Clearly, Patty had taught her some obedience in the back room.
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Bear caught Patty's eye and the couple smiled at each other.
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"OK," the gang leader pronounced, "let's move out."
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Outside the tavern, Patty led broken and sobbing girl to her
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bike. The redhead climbed on, and gestured for the other girl to
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get on behind her. The college girl - ex-college girl - let out a
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small sob of despair, but did as she was ordered, climbing on
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behind her owner and, as ordered, grabbed hold around her waist.
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Moments later, the bartender, after happily counting his
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money, stepped outside just as the dull roar of the bikes faded
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away into the cool, star-sodden night. He shook his head and
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smiled. Well, better get to work.
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There was lots of cleaning to do.
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At least he was being well paid.
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The tale of what had happened that night would never pass
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his lips.
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