Incomplete Biker Rape Story
Codes: M+/F M+M oral, anal, nc, impreg, rape
Author: writerseller-feedback@yahoo.co.uk

Note: This is a VERY incomplete story. It started off enthusiastically, but tailed off towards the end. Not to happy with it, but not really willing to invest the time or effort to fix it at the moment. Largely, I just wanted to write my favourite type of story  girls getting gangbanged, bareback  and throw in an inexplicable kink Id been fantasizing about  the male hero getting raped as well. Dont know where it came from  I consider myself straight as an arrow. But good beginnings seemed to stretch to insert cock A into hole B scenarios repeated ad nauseum and then a quick wrap up ending that wasnt very satisfying at all.

Not my best work at all!


The Biker Gang
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The new house was in the woodland of the Catskills  half a mile from the nearest neighbor and a good half hour drive to the nearest town.

A large, red brick farmhouse, it was surrounded by farm buildings, fields, lakes and then a sea of trees that disappeared off into the rocky mountains.

It was peaceful, tranquil and remote. Perfect as a getaway.

And that weekend, thats exactly what the house had become. As the summer sun bathed the farm, a rugged Ford Bronco rolled down the gravel driveway and pulled to a halt. Two women hefted open the heavy doors of the 4x4 and crunched onto the gravel, stretching and yawning from their three hour drive.

The driver was Gina Scarlet  a beautiful Italian housewife in her late twenties. She was short and curvy, with sleek black hair, tanned skin and an hourglass figure.

The other woman was Asagi  a pretty Japanese woman with a slim, boyish body, chic black bob of shiny hair and a pretty face.

They were dressed casually in jeans and sweaters, laughing as they hefted boxes and bags into the front door of the big house.

It was cool and musty inside  typical since the New York farmhouse hadnt been opened up for weeks.

Asagi busied herself throwing open the windows and shutters, letting the warm summer breeze whisk through the old farmhouse. Meanwhile, Gina carried the bedclothes and bags upstairs and laid claim to the master bedroom, quickly throwing on new sheets and a comforter.

Soon enough, the fireplaces and ranges were lit and the scent of woodsmoke and pine wafted through the house.

Gina crept down the creaking stairs into the big, open plan kitchen. Asagi was unpacking their supplies into the big refridgerator. Cases of beer, wine and enough food to feed a small army.

Were only up here for the weekend, Gina rolled her eyes. Why did Simon make you pack so much?

I dont know, Gina-san, Asagi replied demurely in her heavily accented English. It is not my job to question Simon-san.

No, Gina winked. Thats my job.

They laughed as they tidied up the kitchen.

It was soon lunchtime, so Gina popped open a bottle of Chablis and they nibbled on cheese, cold cuts and crackers. 

How long will it take Simon-san to drive up? Asagi demanded.

A few hours, Gina shrugged. He has to leave the kids with my family. But hell be up here soon enough, the rate he drives.

Following lunch, a weary Asagi plodded out into the shady veranda and flopped into the hammock. She was soon asleep, her almond-shaped eyes closed and her small chest softly rising and falling.

Gina plodded upstairs, shedding her clothes. Jeans on the stairs. Socks in the hallway. Panties and sweater outside the bathroom. Then she ducked under the hot shower and basked in the hot, powerful spray.

The sound of the running water was so strong, Gina never heard the sound of the approaching engines.

Asagi did.

Swinging back and forth on the hammock, she opening one eye and peered down the tree-lined drive. 

Through the trees, she suddenly saw what looked like ten motor cycles, roaring down the gravel.

Big, black Harley Davidsons. Astride them were large men (and a couple of women) in leather jackets.

Asagi slowly rose from the hammock.

Gina-san? She called nervously into the house. Gina-san? Some people are here On bikes

But although Asagis soft voice carried up the stairs, it didnt pierce the hiss of the shower.

Gina was oblivious, soaping her curvy body beneath the water.

The bikes rolled to a halt, parked in front of the farm house.

Asagi didnt know what to do. These big men, clambering off their massive cycles, looked dangerous. Hairy, muscular dirty, even.

But at heart, Asagi was a polite and painfully Japanese young woman. Nervously, she stepped off the creaking veranda and approached the strangers.

One of them was clearly their leader  a huge blonde man with rippling, hairy muscles, long dirty blonde hair and a Viking-like beard.

He was wiping his oily face with a bandana when Asagi meekly approached.

Excuse me, she said quietly, examining the other men as they eyed her hungrily. Can I help you?

There were ten of them, Asagi quickly counted. Eight men, including the Viking leader. Then there were two women  older looking ladies with big, hard bodies and bleached blonde hair.

They all looked tough. Dirty and muscular and strong.

The Viking threw the bandana to the gravel.

He peered down at Asagi, towering over her.

Excuse me, Asagi nervously repeated. Can I help you?

You sure can, the Viking grinned. His big hands shot out.

One grabbed Asagis arm  his thick fingers wrapping easily around her slender shoulder. The other hand clamped over her mouth, muffling Asagis terrified scream.

The little Japanese girl struggled violently, but two of the other bikers  a rough looking Hispanic man with a scarred cheek and another dark-haired biker  grabbed her flailing arms and pinned them behind her.

Soon Asagi found herself forced to her knees  wrists painfully clasped behind her back and that big sweaty hand clamped over her mouth.

The gravel was painful on her knees.

The Viking dropped down until he was eye level with the terrified Japanese girl.

His icy blue eyes stared into hers.

Now listen, pretty lady, he hissed hoarsely. Im about to take my hand away. You scream and youll regret it, right?

Asagi nodded desperately.

Good gal.

The clammy hand pulled away.

Asagi screamed her lungs out  so loud they must have heard her a mile away.

The hand slapped back into place.

The Vikings big hand roughly grabbed one of Asagis tiny breasts through her sweater. His thumb and forefinger found one of her tiny nipples. He twisted.

Asagi flailed in agony, the pain of her twisted nipple screaming across her body. She tried to wail, but couldnt over the salty hand slapped across her mouth. All that came out was a muffled groan.

The Viking peered into her agonized eyes with satisfaction. He released her nipple.

Rasping for breath through her nose, the terrified Asagi looked up at her captor in terror.

His fingers softly encircled her nipple again  but he didnt twist it.

Ill pull your titty right off, the Viking warned, if you try that shit again. Okay?

Asagi nodded desperately.

Good girl. Now Im going to lift my hand away. You going to scream this time?

Asagi shook her head desperately.

Right answer.

The Viking pulled his sweaty palm away.

Asagi didnt scream. She just gasped desperately for air.

So, you pretty little slut, Viking hissed, How many more of you are there?

Asagis mind raced.

None, she replied, thinking fast. Im alone.

For a moment, it sounded like the Viking was going to believe her. But then there came the unmistakable sound of a flushing toilet, echoing through the open door of the farmhouse.

Viking growled. His hand clamped over Asagis mouth and he twisted her nipple hard  so hard the little Japanese girl was flopping and flailing in the harsh grip of the three bikers strong hands.

You silly bitch, he snapped. You think you can lie to me?

Viking looked up at two of his other men  a muscular black man and a brawny blonde biker with a crew cut.

Shadow, Buzzcut. Get inside and find whoever that is.

Sure, boss.

The two bikers clomped onto the wooden veranda and disappeared into the house.

Only when theyd gone inside did Viking release the pressure on Asagis throbbing nipple.

Okay, bitch, he sneered, his breath hot in her face. You lie to me again and Ill tear it clean off, okay?

She nodded desperately.

Straightening up, Viking nodded at the scar-faced man and his dark-haired companion, who were tightly holding the slender Japanese girl.

Scar  tie this bitch up. Brock  take the rest and search this place from top to bottom, okay?

You got it, Viking, The rest of the bikers, apart from the two blonde women, fanned out towards the outbuildings. Most of them, Asagi noticed, carried baseballs bats or heavy chains as weapons.

Asagi felt herself hauled to her feet.

She was literally lifted into the air as Scar hefted up her arms. The joints bulged and she screamed.

A moment later, duct tape was being wrapped around her wrists and ankles.

As her hands were tied tightly behind her back, one of the skanky blondes approached, bending to pick Vikings discarded bandana off the floor. She spat in it, bundled the sweaty material into a ball and forced it into Asagis mouth.

She let out a muffled scream.

Slap!

The blondes hand landed heavily on Asagis cheek.

In a hoarse voice  obviously from years of smoking cigarettes  the blonde hissed: Shut the fuck up, Slut.

She grabbed a fistful of Asagis short black hair. Wrenching it hard  hard enough to send salty tears springing to the Japanese girls eyes, she and Scar hauled the helpless young woman onto the balcony and inside.

As Asagi was carried into the kitchen, there was a scream from upstairs.

A few moments later, Shadow and buzzcuts boots clomped down the wooden stairs. They were hauling a naked, dripping and thoroughly pissed off Gina between them.

Get the fuck off me, you animals! She roared. Ill kick your fucking asses!

At the bottom of the stairs, the naked Gina was unceremoniously dumped onto the wooden floorboards.

She looked up, her eyes widening as she saw the five burly bikers surround her.

Gina opened her eyes to speak.

Honey, the angry blonde woman snapped, take my advise and keep that kisser of yours closed. Capiche?

Gina glanced between her and Asagi, lying on her side on the floor, wrists bound behind her and dirty bandana stuffed in her mouth.

She looked up at the haggard blonde woman and nodded.

Good girl.

Gina sat on the floor, peering up in horror.

Viking stepped forward.

He grabbed a fistful of Ginas luxurious black hair and hauled her to her feet.

Damn, he growled, peering at her naked body. Fresh outta the shower, eh?

He bent down, pressing his face against Ginas. His rough tongue rasped up her wet cheek.

Mmmm, Vikings breath was hot in her face. You taste like apples. 

The blonde woman reached over and gave Ginas naked rump a squeeze.

Check this bitch out, she hissed. Shes had a kid. Like, recently.

Viking didnt let go of Ginas hair, but he backed off, drinking in her glistening body.

Big, heavy breasts. Small waist, but slightly soft, stretch-marked tummy. 

Damn, youre right, he sneered. And dont you look fucking sexy.

Yeah, it was Scar, ripping off a length of duct tape. Shes a MILF  Mom Id Like to Fuck.

Viking snorted with laughter. 

Nah  shes a MIGF. Mom Im gonna fuck.

With that, he stepped forward and pulled Ginas wet body hard against his.

His bag hand slapped onto her round ass, squeezing one big, firm cheek. With the other, he wrenched back her head and forced his mouth hard against hers.

Gina struggled helplessly against the strong man. She couldnt fight him. She couldnt resist his tongue invading her mouth, or his thick, calloused fingers sliding between the slick cheeks of her arse. They rubbed against the lips of her freshly shaven pussy.

Damn, Viking pulled his mouth away. The bitch is fucking wet.

Gina wasnt  but the baby oil shed used to lubricate her shaving made her feel that way.

She felt a massive bulge swelling in the front of his leather pants.

With a growing sense of dread, Gina realized what was coming.

Scar  tie this bitch up. Then lets look at the other one.

Scar gleefully wrapped Ginas wrists and ankles in duct tape. Then, naked a shivering, she was hauled into the living room and thrown roughly onto the couch.

The blonde woman grabbed the back of Asagis sweater and hauled the helpless Japanese girl into the next room, dragging her across the floor.

The sweater stretched and ripped. By the time the blonde had released Asagi, leaving her in the centre of the living room on the hard floor, her tiny breasts had been exposed and the tangled fabric was bunched up around her shoulders.

Shadow, Viking snapped.

The big black man dropped to his knees.

Ka-click!

In one of his enormous hands was a wicked looking flick-knife.

He rolled Asagi onto his back and straddled her.

Bending over, the big black man pressed his face against hers. His breath was hot.

Lets unwrap our present, shall we?

There was the sound of tearing fabric.

Working like a hunter skinning a carcuss, Shadow sliced off strips of Asagis clothes and tossed them aside.

Her shredded sweater revealed her slender, pale body.

Damn! It was the blonde, peering down at the weeping Japanese girl, this bitch has had a kid too

Asagis cheeks burned in shame as the five pairs of eyes examined her big, brown nipples and slightly stretch-marked tummy.

Chuckling, Shadow sliced open her belt. His blade brushed her skin as he sliced away her jeans.

Her panties were next  cut at the hip and pulled off in one fluid motion.

Here, Queenie Shadow passed the pretty pink panties to the blonde woman. You know what to do with those.

I do, Queenie sneered, balling the panties up and shoving them roughly into Ginas mouth.

Soon, both women were naked and bound, cloth shoved into their mouths.

There was the clomp of boots on the veranda. Brock and the other five bikers were coming inside.

Aint nothing out there, Brock snapped at Viking. Aint nothing for at least a mile in any direction.

Excellent Viking beamed. Now lets leave these two sluts were they are and find some fucking food  Im starving.




Suddenly, after being stripped, strapped and manhandled, Gina and Asagi found themselves alone, bound hand and foot and thrown almost as an afterthought onto the sofa.

Gina spat out the panties that had been forced into her mouth.

Asagi Asagi Are you okay?

Asagi forced the bandana out of her mouth with her tongue.

Yes, Gina-san, she nodded. But who are these people And what do they want?

Gina thought she had a pretty good idea of what they wanted. Shed felt the bulge in the front of Vikings leather pants.

Listen, Simons going to be here soon, she promised. Until then, just be brave.

Fat tears rolled down Asagis cheeks.

No matter what, Asagi. Be brave. And do whatever they tell you.

Asagi sniffed. Whatever?

Whatever, Gina nodded. I think you know exactly what these people want from us, her voice was very low, but do exactly what they ask. They cant rape you if its consensual.

Asagi nodded. Tears were rolling down her cheek.

Be strong, Baby.




Perhaps half an hour passed. Enough time for the sun to have moved across the sky and made the sitting room dim.

The door swung open.

Reeking of beer and spirits theyd stolen from the fridge, Viking and his men swaggered in.

Okay, boys, slurping at his beer, Viking leant against the fireplace. You know what the secret to a happy life is. Keeping your stomach full and your balls empty. He let out a belch. now Ive accomplished the first of those  its time for the second.

He turned to Brock and Shadow, who were swigging beers of their own.

Get me the Asian one, he snapped. When Im done with her  help yourselves.

Brock snorted. Crossing the room, he grabbed Asagis arm, dragged her off the coach and started hauling her across the floor.

Be strong, Gina shouted. Be strommmmph. Her voice was muffled. Queenie had just sat down on Ginas head, smothering her with her large, leather-clad backside.

Asagi was hauled in front of Viking and hauled to her knees.

Wrists and ankles tied tightly, she could barely stay upright. She swayed from side to side, her face level with Vikings bulging crotch.

The blonde biker laughed, unbuckling his big belt buckle.

I doubt I need to tell you what to do, slut, wrenching open his leather jeans, he hauled out a long, semi-erect cock and slapped the flaccid meat across Asagis tear-streaked face.

Asagis upturned nose wrinkled as the musky scent of sweaty crotch hit her.

Slap! The cock-meat pounded her face again. Vikings cock was swelling.

Okay, slut, holding his erection like a baton, Viking used his other hand to haul his two large, hairy balls out of his leather jeans. Tongue bath time.

Slap! His cock left a red mark across Asagis cheek.

Get to fuckin work.

Asagi took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, remembering Ginas words.

Then butterflies in her stomach, the unsteady girl leant forward and stuck out her tongue.

Asagis tongue slithered over Vikings hairy balls.

Uhhh, the big man groaned, feeling Asagis tongue slather his nuts wetly. Nice job, slut.

Asagis eyes were squeezed shut. She tried to pretend she was somewhere else  only the salty taste of Vikings hairy balls was impossible to ignore.

She licked, listening to the slurping of her tongue as she washed his wrinkled balls.

There was hush in the room. Ten pairs of eyes were watching her.

The only muffled protest was from Gina, her head squished into the cushions.

Oh, shut the fuck up, Queenie groaned, hearing Ginas muffled protests. If you want something useful to go, do this.

Queenie stood up.

Gina, red faced, gasped for breath.

But the respite was short lived.

Unbuckling her own belt, Queenie wrenched down her leather jeans to her knees. Her black thong followed. Then, to Ginas horror, Queenies big, naked ass came bearing down on her and Gina felt her face enveloped between the large blonde womans fleshy buttocks.

She kicked and struggled for breath.

Quit squirming, Queenie grabbed Ginas naked nipple and twisted, hard. A muffled scream vibrated through her buttocks. Use that tongue of yours and Ill let you breath, okay?

There was a pause.

Then Queenie felt the delicious sensation of Ginas tongue, lapping blindly between her legs.

Uhhhhh, the big biker slumped back in her seat, opening her thighs wider to accommodate Ginas reluctant slurping. Thats fucking niiice.

While Gina was reluctantly muff diving, Asagi struggled to pleasure the imposing Viking.

She was still licking his balls, slurping wetly and enthusiastically, bathing his balls with her tongue.

But Viking was impatient.

Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of Asagis sleek black hair and pulled her face away.

Slap! His other hand landed across her cheek.

Open your mouth, slut, he ordered.

Stunned, Asagi stretched her lips.

Using his handful of hair like a handle, Viking maneuvered Asagis head forward and speared her mouth with his swollen erection.

His cockhead stretched her jaw wide open. Asagis eyes widened as she felt him force is cock into her mouth.

Mind those teeth, Viking warned. Breath through your nose.

Asagi was breathing through her nose. Making desperate, rasping breaths as her mouth filled up.

Viking was mercilessly forcing her mouth down on his dick. Inch other throbbing inch. Right up until it tickled the back of her throat. She felt her gag reflex threaten to strum.

Then, blissfully, the pressure was released.

She pulled back, releasing his dick from her mouth and feeling the hard flesh spring up and slap her wetly across the cheek.

What are you fucking waiting for? Slap! Vikings hand crossed her cheek again. Get on with it!

Obediently, Asagi opened her mouth again and swallowed his dick.

She remembered what Gina and told her  and now she was free of Vikings harsh hold on her hair, had the freedom to turn the tables on the bullying biker.

Asagis mouth stretched and she swallowed Vikings straining dick as deeply as she could. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head of his enormous cock. Saliva swilled around her mouth, making obscene slurping noises as his throbbing shaft pistoned in and out of her talented mouth.

It was difficult. More than once, Asagi almost toppled over. One time, she leaned forward too much and accidentally sent Vikings cock lurching deep into her throat. But even with her hands behind her mouth, the beautiful Japanese girl was capable of a practiced and sensational blow job. She closed her eyes, concentrating on her work, imagining the straining dick in her mouth belonged to a sensual lover, rather than a rough and violent stranger.

Involuntarily, she felt moisture swell between her legs.

Oh, fuck, Viking gasped. Im going to cum

That was when he grabbed Asagis head in his big hands.

Suddenly, she had no control again.

With one hand tangled in her hair, the other wrapped around her throat, the near-to-orgasm Viking thrust himself roughly in and out of Asagis slick mouth, viciously face-fucking her.

She gasped and choked. She struggled to breath, swallowing down bile.

Oh fuck, Viking groaned. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck

And then Asagi felt her mouth fill with salty cum.

Holding her mouth over his cock, Viking spurted a load of sperm into the back of Asagis throat.

She coughed and spluttered, struggling to swallow it. Her throat bulged.

Eat it! Viking groaned. Fucking swallow it, cunt!

Asagi obediently gulped down his salty load.

Eventually, his cock flaccid and drained, Viking released Asagis head and let her flop down onto the hard floor.

She lay there, spit and sperm drooling from her mouth. She was whooping for breath.

Viking peered down at the sticky, red faced girl.

He crammed his thick, limp dick back into his jeans.

Not bad, the big man sneered. Not fucking bad at all. 

Grabbing his half finished beer from the mantle, he barked to his biker buddies: Your turn, guys. Go nuts.

There was a murmur of approval from the assembled men.

Asagi, woozy and dizzy, felt Shadow and Brock haul her up by her arms. She was carried over to the sofa and dumped over one arm, her head buried in the cushions.

Asagi could barely breath. Her face was muffled by the cushions. Her hips were straddling the arm of the sofa and her round, naked bottom was stuck up in the air, on display to the whole room.

Brock and Shadow turned to Gina.

She was on her back, head buried beneath Queenies round, wide bottom.

Hey! Queenie yelled as she was pulled off Ginas squished head. I wasnt finished with the slut.

Dont hog the meat, Brock sneered. Were just flippin the little runt over.

Queenie grumbled, but seemed to cheer up as Gina was hauled upright.

The beautiful housewife was red faced, chin and lips sticky and glistening. She gasped for breath.

Slap! Shadow had just run his palm across her cheek. Slap! He viciously struck the other side.

Im gonna flip you over, cunt, the black man warned. But you get right back to work, okay?

With that, the strong man hauled Gina up and threw her other the other arm of the sofa, symmetrical to Asagi. Her face was yanked out of the cushions with a firm yank of the hair and directed to between Queenies splayed legs. The older biker woman had kicked off her jeans entirely and sat naked from the waist down, ramming Ginas face into her hairy pussy.

Get that tongue working, whore, Queenie gloated.

It was quite a sight. Two helpless, bound prisoners slung over each end of the sofa. Their asses were pointing up towards the ceiling  Ginas round, ripe, womanly bottom and Asagis tiny, tight, boyish bum.

Which one ya want? Brock was already unbuckling his denim jeans.

I want the fucking Italian, Shadows cock was impressive  he lived up to every stereotype there was about black men. Slowly wanking off his foot-long cock, the big man kicked off his jeans and cross the room, standing behind Ginas upturned rump.

He spat into his palm and greased up his thick, black pole.

Then, spreading her buttocks with one hand, he used the other to guide his swollen cockhead to her shaved, slick cunt.

Maybe it was the baby oil shed lathered over herself that morning. Maybe it was the spit slathered over his straining cock. Maybe, just maybe, Gina was reluctantly aroused. Whatever the reason, her tight little pussy opened up surprisingly easily and Shadow groaned as he felt her cunt swallow up every inch of his immense prick  right up until his fuzzy black pubes were pressed against her round buttocks.

Oh wow! Queenie looked up from the sofa, where she had Ginas face crushed between her thighs. You should have felt her scream when that went in! I nearly came!

Shadow winked.

Yaint seen nothing yet.

And he began to thrust.

Whether they were moans of pain or pleasure, Queenie couldnt tell  but Ginas muffled licking was suddenly accompanied by desperate groans and gasps. She peered down Ginas back, towards the curve of her upturned buttocks, and saw them grind and push back against Shadows thrusts.

Fuck me, Queenie grinned. I think this little whore is enjoying it!

Asagi, on the other hand, was barely able to breath with her head buried in the pillows.

She simply moaned as she felt Brocks long fingers part her small, tight little buttocks.

Her pussy was damp, involuntarily aroused by giving head. Her soft, black pubes were dewy with moisture.

Brock grinned. His long, thin penis throbbed. Without any pretense of foreplay, he crammed it into Asagis upturned snatch and felt her pussy open like a flower, swallowing him to the hilt.

Aw, shes not struggling, Brock groaned, as he thrust into her slick cunt, wheres the fun in that?

Chuckling wickedly, he slurped a big mouthful of spit onto his thumb and then transferred it to Asagis tight little sphincter, just an inch up from where his cock was buried.

He slathered her little pink anus with saliva  then pushed.

After a seconds pressure, Asagis anus popped open and Brocks big thumb sunk inside.

That had the desired effect. There was a scream from beneath the pillows and Asagis hips kicked and bucked and flailed, trying to dislodge the digit from her derriere.

Oh man, shes like a fucking rodeo pony, Brock beamed, sinking his thumb another knuckle into Asagis butt. And her ass is even tighter than her pussy!

The other bikers watched, some of unbuckling their own jeans and rubbing their own erections.

It was quite a sight. Two upturned butts, each getting reamed out by big bikers. There was the slap, slap, slap of sweaty skin against fleshy buttocks. There were the muffled groans of Gina and Asagi, faces buried between thighs or cushions. Then there were the enthusiastic whoops of Brock and Shadow, fucking the two helpless girls with enthusiasm.

Im gonna fucking cum, Shadow warned. You think this sluts on any form of birth control?

No fucking way, Queenie groaned, not if she just had a kid.

Ginas groans and moans got louder. She was making muffled pleas for Shadow not to cum inside her.

Listen to the little whore. She laughed. Shes fertile as a turtle.

Fucking cum in her, man, Brock yelled from across the sofa. Knock the slut up.

Doubt yours is any different, Brock, Queenie told him. Shes just dropped a litter too.

Hell, yeah, Brock beamed. I fuckin love it. Brock looked up at Shadow and winked. First to get one of em pregnant wins, okay?

Youre on, shithead.

Shadow and Brock started really hammering into their two helpless prisoners. The room stank of sweat and sex.

Uhhh, Queenies hips were bucking. Im almost there

Me too, Shadow groaned.

Queenies hips shuddered as Ginas tongue tripped her into orgasm. Her fleshy thighs closed around Ginas head and for a breathless moment, the housewife couldnt breath.

Oh man, shes tightening up, Shadow groaned. This is fucking unbelievable.

Ginas tight little snatch might not have been unbelievable. What was unbelievable, however, was the entirely unintentional, unwanted, but mindblowing orgasm Gina had as she was breathlessly starved of oxygen. Her pussy strummed. Shadow felt his balls tighten.

Im cumming! He thrust himself inside Ginas cunt and felt his balls spurt jets of burning cum deep into her. 

Pulling her head from Queenies sticky, sweaty thighs, Gina gasped in a desperate lungful of air and orgasmed again at the sensation of Shadows sperm filling her.

Brock, too, was cumming.

He pulled his thumb from Asagis backside with a pop and used his big hands to spread her tight little ass wide. Then he thrust himself inside her and closed his eyes.

His sperm unleashed like a cannonade. Asagis muffled groans confirmed what he felt  like he was filling her tight little cunt with pints of the stuff.

Finally, as their spurting dicks grew flaccid, the two bikers pulled themselves from their victims wet and ravished cunts and peered with satisfaction at the frothy, pink flesh.

Damn, that was wild, Brock groaned.

Cant wait to see if I gave this bitch a little black baby, Shadow sneered, giving Ginas rump a resounding slap that echoed through the room.

If you dont, Queenie gasped, untangling Ginas limp head from between her legs, somebodys gonna knock her up before this weekend is over.

She peered across the room  towards six other bikers, all stroking straining erections.

Before the weekend is over? Viking sneered, watching his men silently negotiate who got to fuck the two prisoners next. Id say before this hour is over, theyre both gonna have biker buns in their slutty ovens.

Scar and Buzzcut appeared to be next in line with Gina and Asagis ravished bodies  but as they shuffled into position, they heard and unmistakable noise.

The sound of a powerful car rolling down the gravel driveway.

There was the sound of eight pairs of jeans being zipped up.

Beer in hand, Viking peered out of the window.

Its some dude in a fucking Trans Am

Asagi and Gina struggled to sit up, teary eyed, red faced and exhausted.

The two freshly-fucked females peered out of the window.

It was Simon  Ginas husband.

Hes gonna see the bikes, Brock warned.

What should we do?

Viking turned around. He peered at Queenie, struggling to squeeze her round, fleshy backside into her size-too-small leather jeans.

You and Buttercup get outside, the big blonde biker indicated the other female biker. Get him off guard. He then turned to his other men. And when hes not looking, we grab him

Meanwhile, Viking and Brock crossed the room and grabbed the panting, helpless girls.

Theres a barn out back, he snapped. Well take the sluts up there Taking a thick finger, he jabbed it roughly between Asagis splayed buttocks. It came away sticky and glistening. After all, we dont want them to drip any cum on these hardwood floors.

So Asagi and Ginas last view of Simon was the sight of his car rolling to a halt in front of the row of mysterious bicycles. Then Viking and Brock each hefted up on the girls, slung them over their shoulders and headed for the back door.

Get off me! Gina roared. Thats my fucking husbmmmph

Asagis torn, pink knickers were jammed back into Ginas mouth.



The barn was an old hay store, still littered with bales of straw.

Viking and Brock dumped Asagi and Gina into a pile of prickly, dry hay. Gina cried out, her voice muffled by the pink panties.

Aw, shaddup, Brock hissed, dropping to his knees and hauling Gina upright. I know its itchy. He dragged her through the straw and then slung her over one of the hay bales. Gina found herself on her knees, bent doggy-style with the prickly hay scratching her belly and breasts.

A few lengths of baling twine pinned her down.

While Gina helplessly struggled, Viking hauled Asagi up and peered around the barn.

There was an old saddle, straddling a wooden post.

Thatll do, the big man pulled it down and slung it over another hay bale, so the stirrups hung from either side. Then, with a flicknife, he popped the duct-tape holding Asagis ankles together and dropped her onto the saddle. Her slick, cum-streaked thighs straddled the old leather.

Viking grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed her head down, until she was bent double, the horn of the saddle digging into her tummy. Then, spreading his fingers, he roughly inserted them into her exposed pussy and ass.

Asagi screamed. Two fingers slid into her slick, sperm-soaked cunt. His thick thumb sunk into her butt. Holding her hips with three fingers  like a bowling ball  Viking wrenched her hips back until Asagi found herself balanced on the edge of the saddle. Her small, boyish bum  and both her pussy and asshole  were exposed and vulnerable.

More bailing twine pinned the Japanese girl down in the uncomfortable position.

Viking and Brock peered down at the helpless, trussed up girls with satisfaction.

Viking sniffed his thumb  the one hed stuck up Asagis tight little bum moments earlier.

Fuck me, he mused, Im getting hard again. Think I might try out that tender Asian ass in a moment or two.

Brock gave him a high five.

They were still chuckling when the sound of shouting and screaming echoed around the side of the farmhouse.

The barn doors swung open and the biker gang entered, dragging with them a bloody, but kicking and spitting redhead man.

Jeeze, it was Shadow, struggling to hold onto the redheads arms. This son of a bitch is a fighter.

Buzzcut, holding a leg, nodded. There was blood pouring from his nose.

I think we need to fuck him up, he warned, cool his heels.

Viking nodded, so while the bikers held the struggling redhead, he grabbed some loops of old rope, wrapped them into a noose and hurled the other end over one of the barns tall beams.

The makeshift hangmans noose ready, Viking tossed the rope to Brock and approached the new prisoner.

Asagi and Gina, bound and helpless, cranked their heads to see what was happening.

It was Simon, Gina moaned through her gag. Poor Simon, helpless!

And he was helpless.

Viking gave the struggling young man some solid punches and, as soon as the redhead stopped struggling for a few seconds, looped the noose around his throat.

Okay, Brock, Viking roared triumphantly. Let him have it.

Brock pulled with all his might. Letting go of Simons flailing arms and legs, Shadow and Scar grabbed the rope and pulled too.

Simons legs flopped as he was hoisted into the air. His hands clawed at the noose around his throat.

Wooooweeee! It was Shadow. Hang em high! 

The cheering bikers watched as Simon was pulled into the air  his boots flailing a foot from the dirt floor.

He clasped and clawed at the noose, digging into his throat. The redheads face turned red.

Girls, Viking snapped. Strip the fucker.

So while Simons struggling grew weak, Buttercup and Queenie reached up and started pulling the hanging redheads clothes off.

His leather jacket was wrenched over his shoulders. Jeans pulled past his ankles.

In a few moments, dangling limply from side to side, Simon hung entirely naked  his pale, muscular body turning blue.

Hed stopped struggling.

Okay, guys, Viking cheered. Let him down. We dont want to kill the fucker.

Brock released the rope.

Simon dropped to the floor. His legs buckled. Barely conscious, the naked man slumped to the floor.

Grab his wrists! It was Queenie.

While Simon was weak and helpless, she pulled the noose free from his neck and transferred the knot to Simons wrists. A moment later, gasping for breath, Simon felt Brock yank on the rope again and he was lifted back into the air  this time hanging from his ankles rather than his throat.

Brock tied off the rope.

The bikers circled their prisoner.

Simons half-closed eyes narrowed.

W-who the fuck are you guys?

Viking glanced around the barn. He spotted what he wanted  a thin riding whip hanging from the wall.

He made a few practice swishes, cutting through the air.

Then, sneering: Im the one asking questions here, he swung it across the stretched flatness of Simons stomach.

Aaaaagh! The redheads pale skin blossomed into a scarlet welt.

So how else is coming? Viking sneered. How many more of you are there?

N-none. N-nobody

Viking believed him  but he wanted to be sure.

So with a strong arm, he sent that whip slashing into Simons pale skin five more time. Across his chest. Twice across his back. Across his lily-white arse and then across his stomach one more time.

Finally, tears rolling down his face and whooping for breath, Simon hung still.

Viking peered at him with satisfaction.

Let him down, he ordered.

Brock released the rope. Simon came crashing to the floor.

As he lay there, Scar approached with the duct-tape hed used to bind Gina and Asagi. He pulled off lengths of it and tied Simon the same way  his wrists behind his back and his ankles bound together. Then, like Gina, Simon found himself hauled over to a hay-bale and thrown across it, prickly straw scratching his chest and stomach and his white, whipped ass hanging off the end.

Simon looked up. He realized he was looking at his wife, similarly slung across a haybale.

She forced a smile at him  a be brave gesture of solidarity.

Then Simon felt himself hauled off the prickly haybale and back onto the floor.

Viking was dragging him across the barn.

Okay, fuck face, he roared, as the other bikers started circling Asagi and Gina. You might as well make yourself useful.

Simon was dumped to the ground in front of Asagis backside, upturned from where she was straddling the saddle.

All his could see was her tight, boyish behind  her red, raw pussy and little wrinkled anus on display for everybody to enjoy.

Now listen, Viking pulled Simon to his knees. In a second, Im going to fuck that little Asians asshole. Now, if you dont want her to suffer, youre going to get to work lubing it up for me And with that, Viking shoved Simons face forward and jammed it between Asagis tight little buttocks.

Simons mouth met her slick, wet cunt. It tasted salty.

A sharp boot bunted into Simons rump.

I said her asshole, asshole Now get to work.

Simon cranked his head and peered up.

To his horror, he saw Viking unzipping his flies and pulling out a long, semi-erect cock.

It was big  more than enough to tear little Asagis clenched sphincter into pieces. So turned back, Simon nuzzled her tight little buttocks apart and gave her tight little rosebud a sloppy lick.

Meanwhile, the other bikers descended on Gina.

Buzzcut and Scar were pulling off their jeans.

Fucking hell, shes a sexy little bitch, Scars big hand slapped Ginas round, upturned rump. It jiggled invitingly. Which end do you want?

Shes gonna fucking swallow me, Buzzcut grinned, dropped to his knees in front of Ginas head. Im filling her tummy with my cum.

Gina, head flopping forward, looked up.

She was presented with a hard, throbbing dick inches from her face.

Buzzcuts fingers wrapped into her tangled black hair. His dick nuzzled her lips.

Reluctantly, Gina opened her mouth and allowed the swollen shaft inside.

Oh, boy howdy, Buzzcut gasped, check out the mouth on this lil slut.

But Scar wasnt interested in Ginas mouth  not at that moment, anyway.

He was kneeling behind her, parting her round buttocks and pressing his throbbing dick against the red, glistening lips of her recently fucked pussy.

Gina groaned around Buzzcuts cock as she felt herself filled from behind.

The housewife was spit-roasted between the two dicks. The hay bale she was thrown over rocked from side to side as Scar sunk into her cunt, then backed off and let Buzzcut thrust into her throat. Gina squeezed shut her eyes, forcing herself to breath as she was viciously fucked from both ends.

Slap! Scar spanked her rump firmly. Yee ha! Ride em, Cowboy!

Across the barn, Simon was on his knees, slobbering and slurping as Asagis wrinkled little pucker. He slopped saliva between her buttocks and jabbed his tongue into her ass, trying to open her up before Vikings engorged cock boldly went where, to the best of his knowledge, no man had been before.

Somebody grabbed a fistful of Simons hair and wrenched him upright. His lips separated from Asagis ass with a wet smack.

Viking, holding Simons head in one hand, peered down at his prisoners handy work. 

Her tight, boyish little bum was slathered with spit.

Good work, Viking sneered, using his free hand to wank his engorged cock to hardness. Now slather me up, boy-slut, and watch me work.

W-what?

Twisting Simons head round, Viking used his free hand to wrench open the redheads jaw and then roughly shoved his dick into Simons mouth.

Simon struggled, but Viking held him firm  forcing his cock into his throat. Holding his head firmly, the big biker thrust in and out of Simons mouth for a few seconds, before pulling his glistening cock from between Simons lips and peering at it objectively.

Not bad Viking sneered. Guess this is your first time giving a blow job. He pushed Simon to the ground. Remind me to give you some more experience before we let you go.

Then, Viking dropped to his knees behind Asagis upturned bum. Fuck face did a good job - but I still think, my little slut, he slapped Asagis ass firmly, that thisll hurt you more than it hurts me

Poised behind her, Viking turned to one of his other men  a hawkish looking man who had his dick out and was stroking it eagerly.

Stick it in her mouth, Hunter, he ordered. Otherwise her scream will wake up the neighbourhood.

Hunter didnt need to be told twice.

Dropping in front of Asagis tear streaked face, he grabbed her hair and offered her his bony cock.

Suck it, he ordered.

Asagi meekly opened her lips. With a thrust of his hips, Hunter slid inside her mouth.

Get it in there deep, Viking barked. Fucking gag her with it.

Hunter nodded.

Grabbing the back of Asagis head, he pulled, forcing more and more of his dick into her mouth and down her throat.

Asagi struggled, snorting and rasping through her nose. It was useless, though. Moments later, Hunters sweat-stenched pubic hair was ticking her nose and the head of his cock was tickling her tonsils.

Suitably gagged, her screams were muffled when Viking nuzzled his slimy cockhead against her spit-soaked anus and pushed.

Fuck, shes tight, Viking grinned, pushing against the resistance. Damn, its tighter than a fucking choir-boy

But then there was a muffled, anguished groan and Viking felt her clenched butt open up. He popped past the ring of resistance and his swollen shaft sunk into her ass.

Oh boy, Viking groaned. This is amazing

Once his boss had reamed out the little Asian, buried to the balls in her backside, Hunter released Asagis head and let her pull away from his choking cock.

Spit slathered, Hunters erection slapped Asagis cheek. The little Japanese girl cried pitifully.

No! It hurts! Its too big! Please, take it out!

But Viking wasnt listening.

My cock isnt too big, bitch, he warned. Your ass is too small. Gripping her tight little buns, he fucked her ass hard, hips slapping against her sweaty skin. But not for long, sweetheart.

Asagi wailed as she was brutally buggered.

Shut the whore up, Viking snapped. So grabbing her hair as a handle, Hunter obediently guided her mouth back to his throbbing dick and muffled her moans with eight inches of engorged erection.

The barn grew quiet. All that could be heard were the muffled groans of Asagi and Gina and the wet, squelching slap of flesh cleaving into flesh.

Buttercup and Queenie, the two brassy looking biker girls, watched with interest. Their big breasts were heaving. Erect nipples poked through their tank-tops.

Daaamn, Buttercup purred, watching Asagi get fucked fore-and-aft by Viking and Hunter. Thats some nasty shit. That girls ass is gonna get wrecked. Obliviously, her hand reached out to one of the other male bikers  it curled around the cock he was gently whacking off.

She started giving in a handjob. He groaned, relishing the sensation of her fingers slowly pumping his dick.

Queenie saw her friends action and turned to one of the other bikers, a big butch dude. He, too, had his dick out of his leather jeans and was masturbating  keeping himself hard as he watched Gina and Asagi get brutally violated.

Queenie dropped to her knees. She batted Butchs hand away and opened her mouth, engulfing his dick.

What the fuck are you doing? The biker growled, pulling his cock from her mouth.

What the fuck does it look like Im doing? Queenie peered up angrily. Im blowing you.

Ive been blown by you a million times, you old slut, Butch sneered. Im savin it. Im savin it for that fucking Asian girl. Im gonna have her ass.

Fucking fine, Queenie spat, hauling herself to her feet. If you aint man enough for me, lets see if he is. She nodded her head towards Simon, lying on his side in the straw.

Go right ahead.

Defiantly, Queenie crossed the barn and dropped to her knees at Simons side. She roughly rolled him onto his back.

Hello, handsome, the busty blonde purred. Lets have a look at you.

Fuck off! Simon growled. Get off me!

But Queenie wasnt listening.

She was looking between Simons pale, muscular thighs  at his soft, but impressive cock.

Well, willya look at that? she turned and growled at Butch. This little pricks packin more than you, Sweetie.

Butch ignored her, licking his lips and wanking off his cock, waiting for his turn with one of the girls.

Queenie turned back to Simon. 

Lets see if your pecker fucks as nice as it looks.

In your dreams, Simon growled. After being beaten and forced to watch his wife as Asagi brutally raped, his cock was utterly flaccid.

Queenie didnt seem daunted, though.

She straightened up and pulled her tank top over her head, releasing two large, heavy breasts. Then she unbuttoned her leather jeans and wriggled her large bottom and fleshy thighs out of them.

Naked, she dropped to her knees and straddled the tied-up Simon.

Get a load of these, she lowered her big breasts into his face and flopped them from side to side. Like em?

Not waiting for an answer, she shuffled down Simons pale torso, dragging her breasts across his chest and stomach.

By the time they reached his crotch, Simons flaccid cock has swollen slightly.

Mmmmm, Queenie licked her lips. She lowered her big tits onto Simons soft cock. She heard him groan.

Oh, cant resist these, can you? Taking a big tit in each hand, she pushed them together and squished Simons cock between her soft breasts. She felt his hardness grow. She lifted and lowered her big boobs, tit-wanking Simon to a reluctant erection.

Finally, when his hard flesh was poking out of the top of Queenies squished breasts, she lifted her tits away and examined her handiwork  a long, thick, throbbing torpedo of pale, pink flesh.

Impressive, she grinned, before lowering her head and engulfing his hardness in her mouth.

Simons back arched. He groaned, trying to resist the delicious, well practiced skills of Queenies lips and tongue. Throwing his head back, he peered, upside-down, at the sight of his beautiful wife still being fucked.

The sensation of Queenies sucking, slurping mouth was incredibly erotic  and conflicted with the tortuous sight of his wife being roughly fucked and violated. As he watched Scar hammering into her from behind, his big hands roughly squeezing her round, ripe arse, he felt turned on, when he should have been disgusted And the site of Buzzcut, giving Gina angry orders as she slavishly licked and sucked his cock, was even worse. As she saw his wife suck this vicious strangers dick, it was as if the sensations were being transferred directly to his throbbing cock.

There was a wet smack as Queenie released his cock. It was straining now, painfully hard and erect.

The big blonde woman straddled his hips. She gripped his shaft, maneuvering his dick through her wiry pubes until it met the wetness of her cunt.

She lowered her hips and swallowed his hardness up inside of her.

Oh, fuck, thats good, Queenie threw back her head. Youre so big and hard.

Her hands clawed at his chest. The big blonde ground her hips against Simons, riding him hard, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. Her fleshy thighs squeezed his narrow hips. She sunk down on each thrust, forcing as much of his rock-hard, straining cock into her snatch as she could.

As Queenie rode herself closer and closer to climax, there came grunting from across the barn.

It was Viking, viciously fucking Asagis tight little ass. He was hammering into her, his hips slapping against the firm flesh of her boyish butt. His thick, glistening shaft pistoned remorselessly in and out of her spasming anus. The sobs and moans Asagi struggled to emit  muffled by Hunters cock, lodged firmly down her throat  indicated her reaction.

Im cumming, the big biker warned. Aw, jesus Get ready, lil girl And then he thrust hard into Asagis backside, but didnt pull back out. He just stayed there, lodged painfully deep up her bum.

His buttocks clenched.

Oh, fuck!

Asagis eyes widened as she felt her tortured anus stretched wide. Vikings cock was pulsing and throbbing inside of her, spurting a load of cum deep into her bowels.

He stayed buried inside her for a moment or two, relishing the tightness of her asshole and watching Hunter forcefully fuck her mouth. Then, reluctantly, he let his flaccid cock slither out of her butt, followed by a dribble of sperm.

You gonna take over, Buddy?

Shit, yes, Hunter pulled his cock from Asagis sucking mouth.

Hey, its my fucking turn! It was Butch, crossing the barn. I want the sluts ass next.

Youll get it after Im done, Hunter snapped back. Use her mouth first. Bitch sucks like a vacuum.

Butch came right up to Hunters chest, towering over him. For a moment, it looked like they were going to fight But then Butch looked down and saw the pretty, tear streaked face of their Asian prisoner  her lips puffy and wet from sucking Hunters cock.

Well, hurry the fuck up, Butch warned. I want that ass before its stretched so wide, I wont feel anything.

Hunter was already on his knees behind Asagis upturned little rump: Aint makin you no promises, man With that, he aimed his bony dick at Asagis pink, puckered asshole and pushed.

Aaaiiiie! There was no dick in her mouth to gag her, so the poor little Japanese girl wailed as a second cock forced open her bum. Please It hurts! It hurts! It mmmph!

Shut her up.

With pleasure. Butch dropped to his knees and forced his thick, swollen dick into Asagis mouth.

As he forced inch after inch of his thick, brown cock between her lips, the burly man tenderly stroked his Asian cocksuckers cheek.

There there, my little suckee fuckee He cooed. Dont cry.  His dick sunk right to the hilt. His hairy balls rested on Asagis chin. Love me long time with you mouth, kay?

Asagi, moaning as Hunter brutally buggered her, obediently got to work, slobbering and slathering Butchs cock with her lips and tongue.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the barn, Buzzcut was groaning and moaning too.

Uuuuh, you fucking slut, yanking his dick from Ginas sucking mouth, Buzzcut started jerking off wildly. His buttocks clenched. A moment later, he was spewing hot jets of cum over Ginas upturned face.

She closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose in disgust, feeling the hot, salty sperm splatter her chin and lips.

Buzzcut erupted like a fire hose, covering Ginas face with glistening strands of sticky cum. It spurted into her hair, dribbled down her cheek and flecked her face. 

Eventually, as his ejaculations stopped, Buzzcut straightened up and admired his handy work.

Gina was shaking her head, trying to shake off the sticky cum. She coughed and spluttered, the salty fluid coating her lips.

Damn, Buzzcut laughed. Youre a mess, girl.

Rubbing his now flaccid dick, he barked at the last two bikers  one of whom was enjoying a gentle handjob by a clearly aroused Buttercup.

Get her while shes hot, he quipped.

The two bikers cheered. Handjob snatched his cock from Buttercups fingers and wanked it to keep it hard as he crossed the barn. Dropping to his knees in front of Gina, he peered down at her pretty, sperm-streaked face.

Gina had her eyes squeezed shut. Her whole body was rocking forward and back, in time to the wet slaps of Scars hips colliding with her buttocks. As he fucked her, it looked like Gina was trying to force herself to think of other things  either to protect her sanity from the indignity of being raped  or to stop herself looking like she was enjoying it.

Hansjob sneered.

Slap! His palm struck her cum-encrusted cheek. 

Ginas eyes shot open. She looked up  going cross eyed as she focused on the large, straining cock being presented to her.

Yknow what to do, Handjob ordered. Then he paused. But before you do that.

Kneeling on all fours, the biker crawled around, until it was his hairy, muscular ass being presented to Ginas face, rather than his dick.

Before you suck my cock, bitch, he chuckled. Why dont you kiss my ass?

With that, he stuck his bum roughly into Ginas face.

Gina was enveloped by his hairy buttocks. The sperm splattered over her face wiped off, leaving a glistening trail on the bikers hairy backside.

Kiss it! he ordered.

Gingerly, Gina gave Handjobs ass a peck.

He reward her by jamming his sweaty butt even harder into her face, cramming her nose and chin between his buttocks.

Properly kiss it, he warned. French kiss it, slut.

Gina closed her eyes again.

She stuck out her tongue and lapped away, slurping at the wrinkled brown asshole of this big, sweaty biker. 

He was clean, but his bum tasted salty and sweaty. His tight little ass was clenched. The forward thrusts from Scars brutal fucking squished her nose between the cheeks of his bum.

She licked, slathering her thick tongue up and down between the cleft of his arse. Sometimes shed stick out her tongue like a little fleshy dagger and tickle his bumhole.

Fuck me, Handjob purred, feeling her tongue at work. This girl really is a slut

There was a sharp cry from across the barn.

It was Queenie, bucking her hips and riding the tied-up Simon like he was a rodeo pony.

Her big breasts flopped. Her large ass jiggled. Her red face dripped with sweat.

She gazed up at the beams above her head and howled: Im cumming! Im cumming!

And then she did.

Skin glistening with sweat, the big blonde flopped down on top of Simon, whooping for breath.

Buttercup, standing with her arms crossed near the door, saw Queenies climax. She started unbuttoning her own jeans.

That fucker still better be hard, she warned Queenie.

Queenie, still gasping for breath, peeled her skin from Simon and unstraddled him.

His long, hard erection slid from within her, attached to her engorged pussy by glistening strings of juice and lube.

Oh, hes still hard, she admitted, flopped naked to the floor.

Buttercup was still wearing her leather bustier, but her jeans were off. Her narrow thighs straddled Simon. She lowered her bony backside down on top of him. The tied-up Englishman was powerless to stop the biker from sliding his slick cock into her damp cunt.

Soon she was grinding and riding him like Queenie had been a few minutes earlier.

Oh, shit, hes big, Buttercup groaned, her hands in her hair and her hips undulating rhythmically. I can feel him all the way inside me.

That just left Dagger, the last of the bikers, sporting a big and unsatisfied erection.

He peered across the barn.

There was Gina, slurping and licking Handjobs asshole while Scar fucked her from behind.

Asagi was sucking on Butchs hard cock, her tongue occasionally lapping his balls. Her eyes were squeezed shut  trying to ignore the sensation of Hunters dick hammering into her abused little anus.

Aww, fuck Aint there a hole to spare?

Scar looked up from behind Gina.

Dude, you dont need to wait ling. Im, like, about to blow my load in this cunt. Then you should fuck her ass, man. Seriously. Its cherry.

Wicked, Dagger grinned.

He glanced around and looked down at Simon, lying on his back, reluctantly being ridden hard by Buttercups bony hips.

Tearing off his jeans, Dagger flopped down onto his knees near Simons head.

Yo, shithead. You listening to me?

Simon peered up at him, his eyes narrow.

Listen, you asshole, Dagger growled, waving his hard dick in Simons face. Im about to bust open that pretty little wifes ass wide open. If you dont want me to tear her asshole apart, you better do something about this The big dick slapped Simon hard on the cheek.

Simon glanced back and forth, between the bikers cock, inches from his face, and his beautiful wife.

Reluctantly, the redheaded young man opened his mouth. Dagger eagerly crammed his cock inside.

And then there was silence. Just the sound of six big dicks slurping wetly in and out of five reluctant (and one very willing) holes.

Hunter was the first to come. 

He was still reaming out Asagis tight little butt, gripping her boyish cheeks in his big hands and spreading them wide.

Ugh, ugh, ugh, he groaned, here it fucking comes you little Japanese slut And he exploded inside of her.

His dick swelled. Asagi cried as she felt more sperm pumped deep inside her.

Oh fuck, thats soooo good, Hunter muttered.

Watching his buddy finish with her butt, Butch was already pulling his dick from between Asagis swollen, glistening lips.

My turn, he shouldered Hunter aside good naturedly. Hunters flaccid cock popped out of Asagis tortured rump and a splatter of cum followed. Within seconds, Butch was kneeling behind her and pressing his sloppy, dripping cockshaft against Asagis swollen asshole.

Spit and cum meant it slipped in easily  but her ravished rump was still deliciously tight.

Aaah! Please! Please, no more! Asagis voice was a scream.

Aw, man, Butch ignored her cries. Its like warm fucking butter

Or fucking warm butter, Hunter slammed his friend on the shoulder. Go deep. Make the slut scream.

No! No! It hurts! Aiiiiieeee! Asagi wailed miserably as Butch forced himself into her as deep. No, no! Please!

The cries made everybody fuck faster. Buttercup ground her clit against Simons bony hips. Dagger thrust his shaft deeper into the redheads mouth, feeling himself grow harder as Simons tongue reluctantly slathered his cockhead with spit. 

Across the barn, Scar clenched his buttocks and cried out.

Im fucking cumming! His cock exploded wetly into Ginas cunt, filling her with her second load of sperm of the day. He kept on pumping, churning her frothy wetness until his flaccid cock slipped out, followed by a torrent of sperm which dribbled down her thighs in a sticky stream.

Laughing, Scar stood up, giving Ginas round, fleshy rump a hard slap as he did so.

Pussy, ass He turned to Dagger, who was crouched over Simon, luxuriating in a very reluctant blowjob. Im done with the whore. Whichever hole you want, man  its all yours 

Dagger laughed.

Maybe later Ive changed me mind. I think Im liking this hole right now.

Hed never got a blowjob from a man before  although hed given a few in prison and was digging the sensation. Sure, it was nice enough to feel lips and tongue sucking and slurping at your shaft. But Dagger really got off knowing that the tied-up guy beneath him was straight as an arrow and hated being forced to suck cock  just like Dagger had felt when hed been face-raped in jail.

So it finally felt like payback.

Here it comes, you fucking man-slut, his butt clenched. Simons eyes grew wide as Dagger spewed hot jets of salty cum across his tongue.

His mouth filled with sperm. Simon hacked and coughed at the salty sensation. 

Slap! Daggers hand met Simons cheek. Swallow it! 

Reluctantly, Simon forced himself to gulp down the mouthful of hot, salty fluid. As he did so, he felt his own balls constrict.

Butterfly was still riding him. She ground faster harder His cock slipped deeper inside of her.

Oh, shit Im cumming, she cried  and she did.

Howling with pleasure, Buttercup worked herself to orgasm  and as her clenching cunt tightened, Simon reluctantly shot his own seed inside of her.

Uuuh! His balled emptied into her spasming cunt.

Oh, fuck me, Buttercups eyes widened. The dirty mother fucker just came in me!

Laughing, the bony blonde hauled herself off Simons flaccid cock and straightened up.

Her hand went between her thighs. It came away glistening with cum.

Jeeze  guess you werent so reluctant after all

That just left Butch and Handjob unsatisfied  and Butchs frantic fucking was increasing in speed.

Waaaah! Asagi was wailing, as Butch tore her asshole wider and wider. No! Stop! Please!

It was if her cries and suffering were turning him on. Reaching out, Butch grabbed a fistful of her short, black hair and yanked her head back  arching her back into a painful c shape.

Uuuugh! He crammed his dick into her tortured ass and spurted inside of her. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hot jets of cum flooded her bowels. Asagi wailed in torment.

Watching his friend cum, Handjob reluctantly pulled his ass out of Ginas face. Her face, smeared with cum, sweat and saliva, dropped forward as she gasped for breath.

The biker stood up, his throbbing erection pointing angrily towards the roof.

So whatcha gonna do with that? Viking asked, watching the proceedings with his arms crossed.

Handjob grinned.

I got a great idea He dropped to his knees again, this time facing Gina  his cock pointing into her face. suck me, bitch.

Gina, exhausted and submissive, obediently swallowed his shaft, sucking and licking him.

You guys, Handjob barked at the crowd of drained bikers. Get fuck face over there onto a hay bale. He pointed at Simon, who was still bound hand and foot and lying on the floor.

Whatcha gonna do to him? Viking asked curiously, helping Shadow haul Simon up and throw him across a bale of straw, so his muscular white ass was pointing up towards the ceiling.

Something some big black fucker did to me in jail one time, Handjob yanked his cock from Ginas mouth. It was glistening with saliva. He slapped her roughly in the face with it a couple of times. 

Then, wanking off his slick dick, Handjob straightened up and crossed the barn.

He stood behind Simon, peering hungrily down at his white, tight buttocks.

Hold him down, fellas

With that, Handjob knelt down behind his prisoner and spread the cheeks of his butt.

Simon cried out, but Shadow quickly muffled his anguished pleading by shoving his own stiffening dick into his mouth.

Suck on that, the big black biker ordered.

Meanwhile, Handjob had found Simons clenched little sphinter and was pressing the head of his spit-slicked dick against it.

Damn Hes tight A forceful thrust of the hips popped past Simons ring of resistance and the young man struggled and flailed as Handjobs big dick slid inside his tight asshole.

Simons eyes were wide. He moaned and howled in pain and discomfort, but all that emerged from around Shadows dick  lodged deep in Simons throat  were wet and gurgled groans.

Oh yeah, Handjob reamed him open with powerful thrusts of the hips. This lil ass is tight as fuck.

Shadows thickening, hardening cock was filling Simons mouth.

Suck it, slut, he ordered. Lick it!

Reluctantly, Simon gave the second blowjob of his life. 

He felt humiliated and defiled  embarrassed that his wife and girlfriend were watching him fucked and raped and abused  even though they had both been thoroughly defiled just moments earlier. But he was a guy. This was not part of the plan.

Oh, shit, Handjobs cock swelled, forcing Simons asshole open even wider. Here is comes! 

And he came  spurting inside Simons asshole, filling him with hot fluid.

At the same time, Shadow groaned and yanked his big dick from Simons mouth, wanking it off and aiming thick, hot globs of cum across the redheads pale, freckled face.

Uuuuh Jets of cum spattered Simons chin and lips. Like getting your face glazed, slut?

And then, exhausted, he flopped back, letting Simons cum-covered face drop down towards the dirt.

Handjobs flaccid dick slithered from Simons tight little ass  followed by a deluge of sperm.

Exhausted, the gang of bikers peered at their well fucked prisoners.

Well, Viking grinned, rubbing his drained and flaccid cock through his jeans. Unless anybody else has got a load they need relieving, I guess wed better be off

Laughing, the bikers picked up their clothes and headed for the barn door  joking and shooting the shit as they filed out.

Straight into a line of police officers

There must have been fifteen of them, guns outstretched and aimed at the bikers.

Freeze! Youre under arrest!



Simon, Gina and Asagi were untied by the police and given blankets to hide their nakedness.

Dyou need to see a paramedic? The police officer in charge asked each of them in turn. Simon and Gina declined, but Asagi  who had been buggered viciously not less than three times, reluctantly had her nether regions checked.

The chief of police approached Simon and Gina.

Weve been looking for that biker gang for weeks now, he explained. Theyve always been one step ahead of us. Rather embarrassed, he tried not to stare at Simon and Ginas cum-encrusted faces or bruised, swollen lips. If you hadnt kept them here for so long, theyd have escaped again




























