                         WEDDING PRESENT 2/2
                            By Parker
     WARNING: This story contains rather a lot of non-consensual
     sexual activity (ie. rape). If this sort of fantasy offends
     you, please stop reading now. Consider yourself warned.
Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to distribute far and
wide (unchanged, of course), but please be discrete.
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     Her pleas were cut off as a third cock was slipped into her
open mouth. "Now show the nice man what you've learned. OK?" The
redhead punctuated her 'request' with a sharp twist of her
captive's nipple. Sharla groaned and immediately went to work on
the new cock, using all of her new-found skills to give the man
as much pleasure as possible. "That's it." The redhead gave her
student an approving pat on the head as she straightened up.
Sharla chocked, but kept at it.
     She knew the consequences of refusal...
     "Fuck, I want some of that."
     The biker who had been standing behind Beth moved away
towards the table where Sharla strained to please the men who
were fucking her from both ends. The girl started to stand up,
but the guy behind Tracy just looked over at her and leered.
"Want to join in?" he asked. 
     Swallowing, the red haired girl sat slowly down. The black
man laughed, reaching down to fondle Tracy's large breasts. Tracy
moaned quietly and a tear trickled down her face, but she didn't
protest.. 
     Sharla felt the jism boil over into her ravaged pussy as the
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
cock, teasing the tip of it with her tongue and as she polished
it with her long, cool fingers.
     Doing as she had been taught.
     The blonde girl couldn't help but squeal in apprehension as
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
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
fucked out. Gotta learn to satisfy a man with your ass."
     "Mmmmm..."
     "That's right cunt face. You start fucking back right now.
And don't forget your cock-sucking lessons while you're at it."
     No. She wouldn't do it. 
     There was no way they could...
     "Ahhhh..." Without warning, the abused coed felt a vicious
sting on her back, followed by a deep, burning pain. Another... 
then another... and then a third. She squirmed on the table,
trying to avoid the pain, but it was relentless. Blow after blow
rained down on her unprotected flesh, sending spasms of pain
through her tortured body, building... burning... 
     Until finally...
     With a groan of utter defeat, Sharla planted her feet and
started bucking her ass back up against the impaling cock. The
switch fell one more time before she remembered the cock in her
mouth. Sobbing, she slid her lips up and began slurping hungrily
as she heard a female voice laughing above her.
     Bear watched, a small smile on his lips, as the skinny
little college bitch started to fuck back against the cock
impaling her ass. Patty was sure having a field day! The
redhead's face was flushed and her eyes sparkled as she stood
beside the table, directing proceedings with the aid of the
leather riding crop she kept in her pack. He'd always meant to
ask her about it, but had never gotten around to doing so. 
     Well, now he knew.
     As he watched, Bear couldn't help but think back on his
relationship with the redhead. He and Patty had been riding
together for almost a year now. Unlike most of the other gang
chicks, Patty had her own bike, and participated as a full member
of the gang. Their relationship had been a stormy one, plenty of
fun all around, but Bear had a hard time staying with just one
woman. Lately, he had begun to feel a little bored; a little
confined.
     A little distracted.
     And Bear, for the first time in his life, had begun to feel
insecure. About himself; about her; about everything. His usual
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.
     But Patty... she was different. 
     Like no chick he had ever seen before.
     And, deep down, he didn't want to lose her...
     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
body.
     Pleasure.
     Her clit seemed to buzz, and an itching heat began to spread
through her body, up through her stomach and into her nipples as
they were dragged back and forth against the top of the table.
Slowly, but steadily, the heat began to build, until finally her
moans became signs of pleasure rather than pain.
     If there was a difference.
     Finally, she came just as the cock in her mouth twitched and
dumped its load of hot jism into her already cum-filled mouth.
"Ahhhh..." Her soft cry of pleasure came out a confused gurgle as
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.
     "Jeez, the fucking slut is getting off."
     "Of course she is," came the redhead's voice. "She's just a
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
another glob of cum drool over her lower lip and onto her face.
The redhead laughed and released her grip, allowing her captive's
face to drop.
     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.
     But it was worth giving it a try.
     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
the table. She tried 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
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.
     "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?" 
     Sharla moaned softly as she felt the girl's grip tighten in
her hair.
     "On your say-so," the man answered. "If you say no..."
     The redhead grinned widely, the tension of her grip
loosening. "You won't fuck the slut if I ask you not to?"
     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?"
     The man nodded. "I surely do."
     "Well, what are you waiting for then?" The redhead laughed.
"That's what she's here for."
     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
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 that was enough. More than enough. 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."
     Letting out a loud, braying laugh, Patty opened her legs and
backed away, leaving her victim, face shiny and red with tears
and pussy juice, coughing and sputtering. Bear pulled his cock
out with a quiet, squelching sound. No longer held down, the
blonde slid off the table and landed on the floor with a loud
thud. She lay there for a moment, limp and trembling, until
another of the bikers, his cock hard again, dragged her to his
chair and stuffed her tear-stained face into his crotch.
Obediently, she encircled the offered cock with her lips and
began bobbing her head up and down on it.
     Bear did up his pants as he slowly looked around at the
wreckage of the bar. During the gang rape, the members of the
gang had gone wild, and had pretty much trashed the place. "We'd
better get the hell out of here," he declared mildly. "Don't want
the cops stumbling onto something like this." He gestured towards
where the gang member was forcing Sharla to suck his cock. 
     His words were quiet, but they demanded immediate respect
from the members of his gang. The man who had been kneading
Beth's breasts took his hands away. He quickly tied her wrists to
the chair with her ripped bra and rushed to collect his stuff.
Tracy, who had just taken a load of sperm in her mouth, was
similarly fastened as her assailant, the large black man, obeyed
Bear's orders. Even the guy who had stuffed Sharla's face into
his crotch, nowhere near coming, pushed her away and threw her to
the floor, where she lay groaning.
     Patty looked over at Bear and then down at where the sweaty
blonde lay curled up on the floor. Despite the recent orgasm, the
redhead felt a surge of lust rush through her. She had never
found other women attractive before, but... but there was
something about the blonde; something about dominating and
degrading the rich bitch...
     She had to ask.
     "Bear," she said quietly, "can I keep her?"
     The gang leader looked startled. "Keep her?"
     Patty nodded. 
     "Well... I mean... it's a lot of..." 
     While he stuttered, Patty reached down, grabbed hold of the
blonde's hair and jerked her pretty face up. Sharla groaned, but
didn't resist. "Look at her," Patty said. "I'll take care of her.
She'll ride with me. You won't have to do a thing."
     Bear still looked doubtful.
     "And she'll pay for her keep," Patty continued. "We can sell
her ass from here to the other side of the country if we want.
She'll make a great whore." Sharla started to whine in protest,
but Patty shut her up with a sharp cuff to the side of the head.
     "Well..."
     "Please Bear... I've always wanted a pet."
     Finally, Bear smiled, his mind made up. "You can keep her,"
he answered, "but on one condition."
     Patty bristled. "What condition?" she asked angrily.
     Bear looked her straight in the eye. "Marry me."
     "What?"
     "Marry me," he repeated steadily. "The little bitch will be
a... a wedding present."
     "Bear..." Her captive forgotten, Patty rushed forward into
the arms of her lover and soon-to-be husband. Freed from the
tight grip in her hair, the blonde college girl scrambled away on
all fours, breaking for the door. She was quickly caught by one
of the gang members, and held helpless while Bear and Patty
engaged in a long, passionate kiss. The entire gang erupted into
a loud cheer when the kiss finally broke up.
     Bear looked around, a little embarrassed. "OK," he said
gruffly, "Show's over. We've got some work to do. Patty, get the
little cunt ready to travel." Patty grabbed hold of Sharla's hair
and led the crying girl into a backroom. "Riko, I want you to
call Carlos at the El-Maceia. Tell him we've got some product for
him." He nodded at the two girls who were tied up. "If he agrees,
take them to the campsite just north of town. He'll get them
across the border in the usual way." A cruel grin crossed Riko's
face as he walked over to the bar phone. "Tony, check their car."
Another biker walked over to the front door and exited the bar.
     Grinning to himself, Bear walked over to the bar where the
bartender stood, frightened and silent. The big biker threw a wad
of bills down on the counter. "We were here tonight, but the
girl's weren't. Nothing strange happened. Right?" The bartender
nodded happily; he had been expecting a lot worse.
     Within ten minutes, the bikers were ready to leave. Riko had
reported that Carlos was more than happy to make a pick-up of the
two girls, and he and another of the bikers had dragged the two
frightened girls out of the bar. If everything went according to
schedule, the two college girls would be lap dancing at the El-
Maceia before the week was out. Tony had hot-wired their car and
taken it to a local chop shop where the registration numbers had
already been removed and the new paint job begun. 
     Now all they were waiting for was...
     Patty marched out of the backroom, her charge in tow. She
had dressed the college girl - her new pet - in a pair of tight
cut-offs, at least one size too small, a greasy tee-shirt that
had been in use as a rag for some time, and an old pair of
runners on her feet. Around the girl's neck was a black, leather
dog collar with shiny metal studs. Patty had attached a slender
chain to a D-ring on the side and used it to control the girl.
Sharla's hands were free, but they stayed at her side. Her face
glowed red where it had been struck, and she kept her eyes
submissively downward as she tagged along behind her new owner.
Clearly, Patty had taught her some obedience in the back room.
     Bear caught Patty's eye and the couple smiled at each other.
"OK," the gang leader pronounced, "let's move out."
     Outside the tavern, Patty led broken and sobbing girl to her
bike. The redhead climbed on, and gestured for the other girl to
get on behind her. The college girl - ex-college girl - let out a
small sob of despair, but did as she was ordered, climbing on
behind her owner and, as ordered, grabbed hold around her waist.
     Moments later, the bartender, after happily counting his
money, stepped outside just as the dull roar of the bikes faded
away into the cool, star-sodden night. He shook his head and
smiled. Well, better get to work. 
     There was lots of cleaning to do.
     At least he was being well paid. 
     The tale of what had happened that night would never pass
his lips.  
                             THE END
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