Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by tour local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.

Rescued?
by Sid
edited by Isabella

Sometimes the strangest things can happen when you least expect it and when they do happen you have to be ready to grab the opportunity and make the most of it. These words swirled around in Hank's mind as he led his gang of bikers back to their clubhouse. He was proud of all the guys he led. They were respected by other gangs in the county and were left in peace. No one actually worked in the traditional sense but they maintained a reasonable lifestyle through the sale of drugs and illegal pornography, pimping out their slut girlfriends and running the only glory hole and sex shop in town.

The roads were so quiet. They hadn't seen another vehicle for over an hour. It was after midnight when they rounded a long sweeping corner that led onto a bridge over a deep river gorge. Hank looked ahead and only just noticed a mere slip of a girl standing on the railing getting ready to jump off.

Hank pulled up next to her with his gang pulling up all around him. Most had not seen the girl until they pulled up. It could easily be seen she had been crying and looked scared when they pulled up. Suddenly Hank saw opportunity. Hank was a big solid man and would scare most people in daylight. He turned to his gang and lifted his finger to his lips suggesting they remain quiet as he gets slowly of his Harley and sad, "What you doin?"

The nymph replies quietly, "I'm going to commit suicide by jumping of this bridge into the river." She stepped a little closer to the edge as Hank slowly approached her. Hank kept thinking over in his mind that this had huge potential. She was a real good looker for her young years. Here was definite opportunity and he only had to reach out and grab it. Hank could not afford to be seen to be soft in front of his men but he also wanted this picture of perfection to see him as caring and sensitive. He stopped for a moment and spoke again, "Will anyone know you have jumped or do you want us the contact someone after?"

She was still quite scared of Hank and replied quietly, "I left a letter for my parents to find in the morning when they get up, I told 'em I was jumping from this bridge. When they read the letter it will all be over and they will be so sorry for what they do to me. I thought about this for so long and it is the only thing I can do." Finishing she burst into tears again.

Hank responded, "Well, is there anything I can do to stop you jumping Sweet-pea? Hey, I don't even know your name." She replied, "No, my mind is made up and my name is Casey."

"Wow, nice name" replied Hank. "If there is nothing we can do to stop you jumping I suppose that's it then." Hank quickly added, "You really are extremely beautiful and it would be a shame if you jumped without giving me a kiss goodbye. A kiss from you is something I would always treasure and maybe some of guys would like one as well. Would you agree to that before you jump? Please?"

Casey stood silently and still for what appeared to be an eternity to her. She then answered, "If I kiss you all you will let me jump when we are finished?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die if I don't OK?" Hank replied as some of his men snickered. Hank reached up and grabbed her slight hips and sat her on the thick concrete railing. He moved closer to her and kissed her on her lips. He started to probe her mouth with his tongue and was met enthusiastically by hers. It soon became a long lingering kiss. He pulled his head away slowly when they have finished and sad, "That would have to be the best kiss I have ever had." As his lips returned to Casey's mouth she let out a sigh. Hank knew his guys would want to follow. When he pulled away this time he added, "Do you mind kissing some of my men?"

Casey shrugged her shoulders and then said, "OK. But after that I jump Ok?" Most of Hank's men followed. Most just kissed Casey on Hank's strict instructions but a few took the opportunity to lay their hands across her chest in an effort to feel for budding breasts. They were out of luck as all they found were her rock hard little nipples.

When they had all finished, Hank stood next to Casey again and said, "Gee, thanks for that Casey. You have a real talent for kissing. Have you done anything else? Casey thought about what Hank said for a moment then responded, "Some of the older guys at school taught me how to suck cock. Why do you ask?" Opportunity was knocking and Hank was there to grab it. He replied, "Are you any good at it?" "I think so," said Casey. "Would you be willing to suck mine and I will tell you how good you are at it then?" Hank replied.

Casey just nodded her head as Hank lifted her to the footpath. Casey got onto her knees and unzipped Hank's fly. She pulled his rock hard cock free, she held it tenderly` and turned her head slightly as she looked at it and felt it with her hands. Hank loved her gentle touch. "It's bigger. It's so much longer and thicker than ones I have sucked before," quipped Casey then Casey licked Hank's long shaft then kissed the tip. She managed to get her lips over his knob and started to suck only stopping occasionally to kiss and lick it again. This wasn't the deep throat that the gang sluts would happily provide. This was very different. Casey was caring and was trying to do her best. Hank's cock was in Casey's mouth when she felt him stiffen a little. From experience she knew what was coming and tried hard to swallow every drop as it was being pumped into her mouth. Hank was impressed. Three more gang members followed with each as happy as Hank with the result when she was finished.

After the third, Casey looked over to Hank. She had cum spread around her lips and dribbling down her chin on to her dress. She whispered to Hank, "My jaw is so sore and I can't do the rest now." Hank walked over to her cradled her in his arms and spoke quietly to her, "That's OK Casey. You have a real talent there. I have never ever had such a good blow job. Maybe you could come back with us to our clubhouse and do the rest tomorrow. You'll be really safe. You can sleep in my bed with me. Maybe give me another. Then if you want to come back I'll bring you. The rest of the guys would be so grateful if you would. Do it for me and you will be treated like a princess." Hank took an old rag out of his pocket and gently wiped her face and chin as well as her dress while she was thinking. As he did so, he wondered how long it would be before she would be able to deep throat him. He knew it wouldn't be long.

Casey bit her lip and looked into Hank's hard eyes then asked, "Will you promise that no one will hurt me? And can I wear what I want to?" Hank quickly agreed. He would agree to anything to get her back to the clubhouse voluntarily. It was always much easier that way. He knew she would be treated as all the other runaways had been treated and after they all were bored with her she would be 'loaned' to influential government 'friends' with peculiar tastes like the others were. When they had finished, she would spend much of her time working in live sex shows or in the glory hole. This was opportunity knocking. No one would be looking for her as everyone would think she had committed suicide.

Casey smiled then asked, "Can I ride on your bike behind you please?" Hank smiled and nodded. He hopped on his bike and leaned over to Casey and offered her a hand to get behind him. He then showed her where to put her feet. Hank started his bike. He then turned to Casey and asked, "If you don't mind me asking. How old are you Casey? And why were you going to kill yourself?" Casey smiled as she answered, "I was 11 last week. My parents don't like me dressing up like a girl in my sister's dresses, they get really angry when I do, and I don't want to be a boy anymore."

Hank dropped the clutch and his bike stalled. He slowly turned his head to Casey as he realized he had just had his first homosexual experience and had enjoyed it. Hank said nothing as he restarted and they set off. Always looking for an opportunity Hank decided that apart from killing him for what he had just done, but that would be a waste, maybe they could cut his balls off and give him female hormones. He or she by then could be famous in the glory hole. But in the meantime he had powerful 'friends' who would pay handsomely for a pretty boy who could give such great head jobs.

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