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           BIKERTOY.TXT -- 1/1 -- M/F, WIFE, NC, GANG, BIKERS


                             Biker Weekend
   
     Several years ago, before I had my drinking "problem," I had the
perfect life.  I was educated, employed, financially secure - and best
of all - married to a wonderful woman.  We had a pretty little house in
the suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private school.
Amanda taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in the junior
high grades.

     Amanda and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and
we were both virgins on our wedding night.  She was smart and pretty and
demurely affectionate.  If there was anything less than perfect about
her, it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions.
Serious, insecure, and uptight, Amanda even dressed very conservatively,
and it was only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the
bun and she was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she
was.  Her insecurities even affected her professional life because other
teachers were promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive
to the administration.

     One weekend, I found out that Amanda's bottled-up emotions took a
toll on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results.

     Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through their
rebellious stage.  It was a fact of life for me, and I did everything I
could to make the teenager's angst as painless as possible, while still
teaching my subject.  Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive,
private school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible.
One troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Elizabeth.

     Elizabeth was 15 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her
very wealthy parents.  Big contributors to the school, her parents asked
for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff.  Looking back
on that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved
with Elizabeth and her family.

     Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting
"wild" boyfriends.  Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and
someone we all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of
other unsavory things.

     Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from
home. For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later,
hungry and broke, and spent several nights with Amanda and me.  We
helped her get through exams and finally talked her into returning home.

     About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her boyfriend.
He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he
would kill me.  He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had
done with his "old lady."  In a near panic, I tried to assure him that
nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that my wife had been
with us the entire time.  I don't think he listened to me at all.

     Several weeks passed.  School let out for the Summer and Amanda and
I prepared for our vacation.  We planned a long weekend away over the
Fourth of July and couldn't wait to leave as soon as Amanda's summer
school class dismissed at noon on Friday.  I had the car packed and
ready to go when she pulled into the driveway.  We had a light lunch and
piled into the car to hit the road.

     I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold steel of
a gun barrel being pressed against my neck.  A guy who looked very much
like a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very
serious about what he would do to us if I didn't do exactly as he
ordered.

     He told me to drive and, following his instructions, we drove for
almost an hour, far out into the country.  We turned off the road and
into a rutted trail and our kidnapper told us to stop next to a van
parked there and to get out.  Another, even larger biker climbed out of
the van, pointing a sawed-off shotgun at us.  The first guy put our
hands behind our backs and handcuffed us. Then he put silver duct tape
on our mouths and blindfolded our eyes with black cloth.  They pushed us
into the van and tied our feet to the sides and then drove, for what
seemed like hours, before stopping the car and pulling us out.

     When they removed the blindfolds, all I could tell was that we were
in a huge garage of some kind.  It was obviously used to repair
automobiles and motorcycles, as there were several of each sitting
around in the process of being worked on.  The first biker shoved us
down on an old schoolbus bench in the corner, leaving us handcuffed.  He
further secured us by running a long chain through our arms and
padlocking it to the heavy workbench behind the bus seat.

     Amanda and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly
what to expect.  I assumed that the bikers were friends of Elizabeth's
boyfriend and I was very sorry I didn't call the police after his
threatening phonecall.  For all I knew, the idiot would kill us both.
When the two bikers returned, they were accompanied by what appeared to
be the members of some kind of motorcycle gang.

     There were about a dozen people.  All dressed in typical biker
gear, the men's ages ran from the mid-20's, up into the late 40's or
even 50's. Two of the girls looked very young, maybe 15 to 17, and the
other two were into their 40's.

     The first biker walked over to us and introduced himself as
"Bronk." My worst fear came true as he told us he was, indeed,
Elizabeth's "old man."  He was quite proud of his kidnapping and
explained to the others that he was going to make me wish I had never
fucked his "Lizzie."

     "What's the slut's name?" Bronk asked another biker, rifling
Amanda's purse.

     "Her name is Amanda."  It was Elizabeth - Lizzie.  She was walking
into the garage, dressed like the rest of the group in dirty jeans and a
denim sleeveless jacket.

     Bronk put his arm around Lizzie's waist and glared down at me,
"Hell man, I told you you would be hearing from me.  I wasn't about to
forget that you fucked my old lady."  (He ignored me as I was
frantically shaking my head!) "I'm not sure yet what I'll do with you,
yet, but one thing's for sure - I'm going to have a crack or two at your
little slut, here, before I turn her loose."  With a smile, he raised
his heavy boot and kicked me in the shoulder. I saw stars.

     He unlocked the chain and grabbed Amanda.  His friend wrapped the
chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked
the padlock. Bronk pulled Amanda to the center of the garage's open
floor, holding her in front of his friends.  She tried to pull out of
his grasp, but he slapped her across the face and she stood still.

     "This is a slut cunt, and what do we do with a slut cunt?" he
asked, loudly.

     "Fuck it!" shouted one of the men.

     "Any damn thing we want," said one particularly large, bearded man
who looked strong enough to live up to his words.  He was older than the
rest of the other men and had "OTTO" tattooed on his bare arm.

     Bronk began to strip Amanda of her clothes, but stopped when given
a better idea by one of the women.

     "Make her strip for us!" an older, fat bitch shouted.

     "Hell, yeah...take 'em off, little whore.  Show us your naked slut
body," ordered Bronk as he moved away from Amanda, leaving her standing
in the center of the floor, trembling from fear.

     Amanda did as they ordered, slowly removing her white summer suit,
blouse, full slip, bra, pantyhose and panties, and letting down her
long, brown hair until she was standing there, stark naked in front of
the whole group.  Her fear and submissive nature were such a part of her
that she made no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy, but simply
stood before them and listened with embarrassment as they commented on
her naked body.

     Not surprisingly, it met with the men's approval.  At thirty-three,
Amanda had a terrific body.  She was 5'7" and weighed about 120 pounds.
I knew her bra size was 36-C and I guessed her other measurements at
about a 25-inch waist and 36-inch hips.  Her legs were long and very
shapely, and her big, round breasts had only just begun to sag - and on
her, it looked sexy.

     "Whooo-eee!  Look at those titties!"

     "Who'd a guessed a bod like that was hidin' under all them
clothes?"

     One of the bikers pushed the big woman who had yelled for Amanda to
strip, out in front of him and pulled open her blouse, showing Amanda
her tits.  They were mammoth and sagged almost to her navel.

     "These are tits, bitch...those little nubs of yours ain't even big
enough to see!" he taunted, bringing a hearty laugh from the others.  He
pushed his woman up to Amanda and took Amanda's hands and placed them on
the woman's breasts as he continued to taunt her.  "Feel these tits,
slut. See how her nipples get hard and long?  She loves pussy just as
much as the guys here do, and so do the rest of the women.  You like
pussy?  You better...cause you're gonna be staring at a lot of it while
you're here!"

     "Enough of this bullshit talk!  I want to fuck the bitch!" hissed
Bronk, pulling Amanda away from the now excited, half-naked woman and
pushing her over to an old sedan which was parked near the center of the
garage.  He shoved her up against it and bent her over the hood so that
her ass was exposed and pushed out toward him.  Reaching down to a drain
pan nearby he covered his hand with automobile oil and spread it over my
wife's ass, being sure to get plenty on her asshole.  Then roughly, and
with no compassion at all, he took his hard cock from his pants and
shoved it up Amanda's ass and began fucking her hard against the cold
steel fender of the old car.

     We all could hear Amanda scream through the duct tape on her mouth.
I felt my stomach flip and wanted to throw up, but I fought it down,
afraid I'd kill myself getting sick while gagged.

     In a very short time, Bronk shot his load up Amanda's ass and
another biker immediately took his place, smearing more oil on her naked
tits and stomach, before shooting his load of cum into my sweet wife.

     I watched as they took turns with Amanda, fucking her up the ass or
in her cunt, whichever they chose, over and over again.  She cried and
whimpered into the tape, but she never gave them any resistance,
realizing, I'm sure, that it was fruitless to do so.  But, to my sheer
and utter amazement, after about four of the bikers had shot their loads
into her, she began to become excited and was actually grinding her ass
back on the thick dicks that pushed themselves into her holes.  I
couldn't believe what I was seeing!

     The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they pounded
their cocks into the submissive and oil-covered slut.  When the men had
all spent themselves, some of them having fucked Amanda three times, the
women took over and pushed Amanda into the back seat of the old car,
ripped the tape off her mouth, and took their turns with her.  They
rubbed their naked tits over her oily skin and pressed their pussies
into her mouth until  they came loudly and moved away for the next woman
to have her turn.

     As they were waiting their turn with Amanda, they joked about her
technique.  "She loves it!  It was her first pussy and what she lacked
in style, she made up for in enthusiasm.  There's no doubt that she
likes it."

     "Damn right she does!  She had her tongue so deep up my snatch that
I thought it was going to come out my throat!" leered another woman.

     When they were all done, the group drifted away to somewhere out of
sight and earshot, leaving just Bronk and Lizzie in the garage with us.

     Bronk pulled Amanda out of the backseat and tied her arms to the
door of the car.  Then he took a black leather case out of his jacket
pocket, removed a hypodermic needle and injected something into Amanda's
arm. Before he walked away he instructed Lizzie to clean the oil off of
her body.  Lizzie had taken her turn with Amanda, too, and there was no
doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed it.  She was gentle in washing the
oil from Amanda's naked body, and I could tell that Amanda was even now
responding to the touch of the pretty, fifteen-year-old's hands on her
body.

     When Bronk came back to our part of the garage, he found Lizzie
kissing Amanda deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight.

     "You like the little whore, do you Lizzie?  Good, we'll keep her
around for a while, then.  Here, give her some of this," he sneered,
handing Lizzie a half full vodka bottle.

     Lizzie held the bottle to Amanda's lips and when Amanda balked at
drinking from it, Bronk grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head
while Lizzie poured it into her mouth.  She gagged on the first
mouthful, but soon they established a rhythm, feeding her just enough at
a time to keep her from gagging.  At first I thought they were going to
pour the rest of the bottle into her, but they stopped short by a couple
of mouthfuls, sharing those between themselves.  Still, I knew that they
had given her enough to make her very drunk, if not sick.  I hoped she
could hold it.

     It didn't take long for the effect of the vodka and whatever drug
he used on her to set in, and when it did, even in my situation, I had
to chuckle at Amanda.  She seemed to lose any fear of her situation and
began giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck.  Bronk and
Lizzie loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were having on
her, and he sent Lizzie to get the others to see the little slut in her
drunk condition.  She was babbling away when Lizzie returned with
several of the others.

     "Shit...I like...I like to fuck!  Michael...tha's my husband, over
there, he doesn't think I like it so much...but I LOVE IT!  My hole
doesn't hardly...shit...my hole doesn't like...sometimes, my hole
doesn't like to be fuckin' empty!  No sir!"  She stammered drunkenly.
Her observers smiled broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth
and a very attractive and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be
about 16 walked up to Amanda and began to finger her pussy as she stood
there naked, tied to the car door.

     "Yeah!  Do it to me!  I wish you could shove your whole hand in me,
I don't care!"

     I'd never seen Amanda like this, and, in addition to it being
amusing, it was also pretty exciting.  She had never talked lewdly
before, but in this drunken/drugged state she was being especially
nasty.  She was saying words I wasn't sure she had even heard before.
Soon, there was another woman, older, playing with Amanda's tits and
kissing her deeply on the mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of
dirty words that poured from her.

     A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Amanda, looking to
see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Amanda's hole.  They
encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the
big breasted woman, who couldn't seem to keep her tongue out of Amanda's
mouth, Amanda encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her hole up
with more and more of her hand.

     I couldn't see well enough from my position on the bus seat to tell
how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get her
whole hand in it was certainly not hard to tell.

     "It's in!" shouted one of the men.  "She got the whole fuckin'
thing in there!  Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut's cunt like
a stallion's dick!"

     Amanda was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward as
hard as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and
moaning hotly at the sensations in her cunt.  The young girl continued
to plunge her fist in and out of Amanda's dripping hole, twisting and
turning her arm from time to time as if testing to see just what she
could do in Amanda's pussy.

     One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl's arm in
his hand and began to help her fuck Amanda by pushing her arm upward and
pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was using.

     By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now
sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as they
watched Amanda being fisted.  They didn't go un-noticed by the "new"
Amanda, and she blurted out her appreciation.  "Look at all the cocks!"
she moaned, drunkenly.  "Damn, I love a good hard cock!"

     Bronk untied the ropes holding Amanda to the car door, and pushing
the other women away from the babbling Amanda, pushed her to her knees
on the floor.  "You want some hard cock, little slut?  Crawl over here
and get you some.  The boy's will be glad to feed you!"

     The teenager who had been fisting Amanda was watching with passion
still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and pretty soon
Lizzie was helping her.

     In the meantime, Amanda had begun to crawl across the rough and
dirty concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with
taunting comments.

     "Come and get it slut!"

     "Here little pussy...here little pussy."

     "Hurry up bitch, I need your fuckin mouth!"

     In her drunken state, Amanda made her wobbly way across the floor,
and she was soon gobbling on one of the men's big dicks as if she had
been starving for cum all day long.  In almost no time, he was shooting
his load into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the man next to
him, who then shoved his meat into her mouth.

     This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man in
their little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back on
the floor. There were still men who had not shot their cum into her
mouth, however, and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed
their cocks into her mouth until they had emptied their balls.

     She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious they
entertained themselves by pissing on her body, both the men and the
women. Several of the men stood over her at one time and poured their
yellow streams of piss all over her nakedness at once.  The women
squatted over her one at a time and poured most of their waste onto her
face and hair.

     When they were done, Bronk handcuffed her left ankle to a nearby
post and left her there, lying in a pool of piss in the floor.

     When she came to, Amanda tried her best to crawl out of the stench
in which she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked body more
than a few feet in any direction, because of the handcuff on her ankle.
I felt for her, and wanted more than anything in the world to be able
leave and to clean her up and get her off the cold floor, but there was
nothing I could do.  Unable to leave the seat I was chained to, I was
sitting in my own mess.

     Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Amanda
soon fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found
myself drifting off.  I awoke several times during the night to find a
man or two had returned to the garage to have another crack at Amanda,
fucking her mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them
on.

     Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Lizzie bending over Amanda
and gently washing her body.  At least one of them had some decency.

     I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but
I was sadly disappointed.  No one came in to release us and send us
home.  We weren't rescued.  The nightmare continued.  The bikers had a
new "slut" to use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go
before the weekend was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even better
by letting the slut's old man watch the whole thing.

     When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle
engines. The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot,
filling my nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze, urine and
sex.  Lizzie, or someone, had covered Amanda with a blanket and I was
relieved to see that.  I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and
goings during the night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained
in a sitting position on the old bus seat.

     Bronk was the first to enter the garage after I awakened.  He was
his friendly, cheerful self.

     "Well, you fuckin' bastard, did you like the way we used your old
lady-whore last night?  I hope so, you turdfaced shit, cause you ain't
seen nothin', yet.  Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here,
today, and we're all set for a 3-day party!  We're gonna let you stay
and watch, but if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes
off of her, you understand?" He kicked my left leg with the toe of his
boot as he asked the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that
ran through my body.

     When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Amanda and
woke her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs
and fucking her.

     When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post.  He pulled
her up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string
and a pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the
shiny dots, which he told her to put on.  While she was putting on the
shoes, Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she
made Amanda swallow.  I had no idea what they were giving her, but I
knew for sure I wouldn't want either of them giving me any of their
pills.

     Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder
on a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods.

     When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her
they pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor.  No sooner had
she knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.
Now, it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers.  Most of
them were clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the
women were wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they
walked down the short flight of steps into the garage.

     They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if
they were ready for a show of some kind.  Apparently, that was exactly
what they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them.

     He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda's head up
by her hair, spoke to the group.  "Our little whore was a good fuck last
night, wasn't she, gang?"

     The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure
with Amanda's performance of the previous evening.

     "Today, we're gonna make a movie, and the little whore's gonna show
us how she can dance."  Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his
instructions to her. "You will dance for us, you little pile of shit,
and you'll dance as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest
beer-bar...you understand?"

     Amanda nodded.

     "I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours,
and show us every little part of your slut body.  Crawl on the floor
when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body.  Make cocks
hard and pussies wet. If you do, we'll all fuck you.  If you don't,
we'll all fuck you, too, but maybe not as nice.  So, believe me, you
want to dance just as good as you possibly can.  Take my word for it."

     Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned
on the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could
be heard throughout the garage.  Then he put his eye to the viewer of
the camcorder and yelled to Amanda, "Ok, bitch, do your thing!"

     Amanda began to move her body to the beat.  The pills they had
given her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the
mood for showing off than she ever had in her life.  She swayed sexily
to the music, her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring
men and women as she moved.  She spread her legs open on the floor and
bent backward, hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking
a man's dick. The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch,
and as she continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious
through the shiny fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement.

     I watched in amazement.  My conservative, uptight wife was now
dancing as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang!  Despite being
bound and hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants.

     As her back bent further and further backward, Amanda began to move
her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them up in
the air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin
strips of fabric between her legs.  She reached forward with her right
hand and patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of pleasure
from her audience.  Her legs bent further backward until her knees were
nearly beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the air as if
she were inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her open and
hungry slit.

     Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and then
onto her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so.  Her legs
opened wider and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of the
tiny G-string being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled.

     Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered either
with the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them.

     I was surprised at the professionalism of Amanda's dancing.  I
didn't know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching her.
I would love to live to see her do that again, I hoped.  She was a
natural.

     In the middle of her performance, Amanda suddenly stopped and
stayed in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass
sticking high up into the air.  Then, I saw her reaching back between
her legs and pulling the G-string to the side.  With it out of the way,
she began to insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering
herself to the delight of those watching.  The more she fingered, the
more her hips bucked up and down in that age-old fucking movement.  And
soon she was coming in front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself
with her own fingers.

     Lizzie walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Amanda gladly
took and began working up into her wet fuckhole.  She was either
extremely hot, or the pills that Lizzie had given her were really having
some effect on her.  She fucked herself shamelessly with the long, thick
fake cock, seeming to love the attention and the dirty and nasty lewd
comments that filled the room.

     One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a small
pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she had
emptied it, she moved behind Amanda and pulled the dildo from her cunt.
In its place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it into her
cunt slowly, inserting more of it as Amanda's hips began to move,
indicating her acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her cunt.
Pretty soon, Amanda was really fucking it, in and out of her pretty,
little slit with much enthusiasm.  The woman worked the wine bottle
deeper and deeper into Amanda, stretching her fuckhole wider and wider
as she fed more and more of the tapered neck into her.

     She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside her
when, suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back
between her beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself, humping
it wildly and pumping it into herself amid loud moans and gasps of
pleasure.

     When her orgasm was over, Amanda fell to the floor on her belly,
and Lizzie moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position.  She
had another glass of wine and more pills, and Amanda took them
submissively.

     Encouraged by Bronk to continue dancing, "or else," Amanda resumed
her dance, standing and moving around the circle of people, wiggling her
ass and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired her so openly.
Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her body, and Amanda
would always stop in front of them when they did, throwing her head back
and loving the feeling of their hands or teeth or tongues on her body.

     Suddenly, the music stopped, and Bronk announced, "Fun time for the
little slut!"

     Bronk stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling bottom
and tied Amanda to an old car seat that he had pulled over from one side
of the garage. Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on the sides
and her legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to her holes.

     I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang, only,
today, with three times as many men present.  I was truly worried about
Amanda's survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch.  Knowing
that the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager to pound
their meat into her cunt, Bronk had re-arranged the lights and camera.

     Amanda began to moan softly.  Lizzie walked up to Amanda, just as
Bronk had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Amanda a
shot from a hypodermic needle.  Amanda was already so hot she couldn't
think straight, but somehow they weren't satisfied with her current
level of sluttishness, and obviously expected this new shot to make her
even more insatiable.  I didn't even know such drugs existed, but I was
watching their result.  I don't know what was in the shots that they
gave Amanda, but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut.

     Only moments after they had administered the shot, she began to beg
for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and pump
their dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her hole,
again. Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared her
trembling body, some of them sitting on her face and ordering her stick
to her tongue deep into their assholes or some of them filling her mouth
with thick hard cocks, while others plowed into her cunt.

     Amanda was never a passive participant.  Whenever one of the men
would withdraw his spent cock from her mouth, the begging would begin
all over again until another dick had replaced it.  She began begging to
be untied so that she could use her hands to please her lovers as well,
and smiling at her hot words and desire to please, Bronk untied her
hands and allowed her her wish.

     As soon as her hands were free, my cum-filled wife began to use
them to caress the men who roughly plunged their dicks in and out of her
body. She caressed their balls, played with their asses, and for a long
period of time had a cock in each hand, jerking them while she was
taking the dicks from other men in her holes.

     Eventually, Bronk decided her legs didn't need to be tied either,
and freed them from their bonds.  Once they were free, the men began to
hold her ankles up in the air, spreading her legs open widely as they
fucked her.  They bent them back toward her head, exposing her asshole
and began filling it as well as her cunt as they continued to fuck her
over and over again.

     "Yes, my ASS!" Amanda cried out.  "Fuck me in my ASS!  Oh, fuck me!
Fuck my whole body!  More, more, more!" she yelled.

     Using her mouth and hands as regenerating tools, the horny men
continued to fuck Amanda until they had worn themselves completely out.
They had not even come close to wearing Amanda out, and when they had
tired of their new plaything, she was still lying there on the old car
seat rubbing her clit and moaning and begging for more cock in her
holes.  As I looked at her lying there, I could see cum still streaming
from her ass and cunt and puddling on the seat until it ran down the
sides and began to puddle on the dirty concrete garage floor.

     Lizzie then appeared and gave Amanda yet another shot.  This time
it was evidently one to calm her down, because moments after the shot
had been administered, Amanda grew quiet and was soon sleeping, still
lying spreadeagled on the old car seat, completely naked, the cum still
leaking from her holes.

     Soon, the room was empty once again, except for Amanda and me.  I
wondered just how long they would continue to use Amanda and what would
happen when they finally tired of us.  I was sore from being tied in the
same position for so long and needed desperately to be freed from my
bonds. I was hungry and dehydrated.  The constant exposure to Amanda's
extreme treatment had been extremely painful for me.  Yet, on several
occasions, I had ejaculated with no physical stimulation at all and my
pants were soaked from my own cum, as well as piss.  Exhausted, I still
couldn't sleep.

     Amanda awoke sooner than they expected her to, because we were
still alone.  When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I realized that
she could now untie me and we had a chance to escape.  Unfortunately,
the drugs they had given her had not worn off yet, and she was still
unable to think about anything except cocks and cunts.

     Also, my mouth was still taped and Amanda looked like she needed
more help than I could give her to rejoin the land of the living.

     Amanda looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spread
her legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again.  "I need
a cock, Michael! God, I need a cock so bad!"

     When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight had
finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she began
unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them.  Her mouth immediately
covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly, completely
oblivious to anything else.  She craved it more than any addict craves
his fix and there was nothing I could do to make her stop and get me
free.

     The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget our
opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of her
drug induced hunger and simply let my body take over.  Amanda's right
hand was between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head
bobbed up and down in my lap.  She ate my dick as if she were starving
for it, and it was a marvelous feeling.  I grew hard quickly and felt
that I might spill my cum into her at any moment as her mouth continued
to work up and down my shaft.

     Amanda's obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however, and
she stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around, lowered
her hot ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid member.  She
began to grind her hips hotly against me, taking every inch of my
throbbing cock deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of her cunt
squeezing my dick, milking it, pulling it, making it feel everything it
was capable of feeling.  She was quite a fuck - probably the best fuck I
had ever had. Some of it was due to my inability to move, I'm sure.  And
some of it was due to the constant performance over the last 30-some
hours.  But, above all, my wife was also fucking me as she had never
fucked me before, and there was a hunger and desperation to her pumping
and grinding hips that I had never experienced before.

     I came violently inside her.  She seemed completely unaware that I
was cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on this way
forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held me down as
the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my shaft.  When I
finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my cock begin to
soften somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she continued fucking me,
as if she would not allow my member to wither and die within her.

     Amazingly, she was successful.  Before I could soften so much that
she could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked me back
to hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her once more.
She was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on her knees,
writhing in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on my cock.  Her
grunts and moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm, and I wondered
if she were climaxing continuously in her drug induced state.  I also
wondered if she had any idea who she was fucking, or if she even
remotely cared.  I didn't think so.

     The door opened to the garage and Lizzie walked in, clad only in a
pair of tiny black bikini panties.  She seemed surprised to see Amanda
free of her bonds and a bit amused to see her fucking away at me.

     "How sweet.  Mister and Missus Teacher, fooling around a little.
How do you like what our special little brew of `Ecstasy' does for your
wife? When I was 14 and joined the club, they pumped that stuff into me
for days and I think I fucked every biker in the state!  And, it still
wasn't enough!"

     When she walked close enough to Amanda, Amanda reached out for her
body and pulled it to her as she continued grinding her hips into my
lap. Her mouth covered Lizzie's left tit as she sucked the pretty young
girl's nipple into her mouth and played with it with her tongue.  Her
right hand flew to her crotch and shoved her panties up inside, roughly,
as she quickly inserted two fingers into her hole.

     Lizzie giggled, but quickly responded to Amanda's attentions and
held my wife's head in her hands, pulling her mouth tighter to her chest
as she let her hips move in circles in response to Amanda's fingers
which were stretching and twisting inside her fuckhole.  Occasionally,
Amanda would remove her mouth from Lizzie's breast and slide her wet
fingers from her hole and place them in her mouth, hungrily sucking on
the juice that covered them, then she would plunge them back into
Lizzie's cunt and begin sucking on the other breast.

     "You've had enough of that cock, you dirty old whore you!" yelled
Lizzie, and she pulled Amanda off of me roughly and pushed her to the
floor in front of me.

     Taking an oil filler spout from the workbench behind me, Lizzie
tossed it to Amanda.  "Go fuck yourself with that, you crazy bitch, if
you still need fucking.  I want some cock for myself!"

     She stripped the tiny panties from her bottom and sat in my lap,
working my cock up into herself as she lowered her body onto mine.  I
almost collapsed in terror at the thought of Bronk walking back in and
seeing us like this!

     Off in her own world, Amanda still needed fucking, and she took the
oil filler spout and began inserting it into her cunt, lying in front of
Lizzie with her legs open wide.  She now enjoyed masturbating while
others watched, and she was still so hot that she would fuck anything or
anyone, especially as long as Lizzie was staring at her so lewdly.

     It made Lizzie especially hot to watch my pretty wife fucking
herself in front of her, and she fucked herself wildly on my dick as she
watched her.  Her hands were at her breasts playing and pulling at her
nipples as her cunt grew wetter and wetter and fuller and fuller of
dick.

     Some of the others came wandering in as Lizzie continued to fuck
me, and began to stand around Amanda, laughing and cheering her on as
she worked the metal oil spout in and out of her cunt, her eyes glued on
the now trembling girl who fucked up and down in my lap.  The oil spout
grew thicker and wider as you looked at it from the end, and Amanda now
had the total length of the spout inserted in her hole and was lewdly
grinding her hips up against it as she held it tightly in both hands.

     "She's fucking a goddamn oil spout!" one of the women laughed.

     "Look at the hot little slut go!" another yelled.

     They were beginning to rub their own pussies and the men were
beginning to take their cocks out of their pants as they watched the
pretty brunette working on her cunt with the fake cock.

     "Hell, she'll fuck anything!  Give her a hammer!" yelled out one of
the men.

     Another man took a hammer from the workbench behind him and tearing
the oil spout from Amanda's tight grip, replaced it with the big hammer.
She quickly shoved the handle of the big ball peen hammer up into her
cunt and continued fucking herself wildly in front of the cheering
crowd. Before long, she had most of the hammer handle inserted in her
hole and was grinding her hips crazily as she performed for her
audience.

     One of the men knelt by Amanda's head and began jerking off, his
cock just inches from her mouth.  Amanda tried valiantly to raise her
head and take the head of his member into her mouth, but he teased her,
pulling it away as his hand continued stroking it wildly.  Suddenly he
tensed and began shooting huge white gobs of cum into her face and hair.

     Another man knelt on the other side of her and began imitating the
first, pumping away at his cock and soon spraying her face with his own
load of hot white cum.

     When they were done, every man in the room had shot a load of hot
fuck juice into Amanda's face and they had replaced the hammer in her
cunt with practically every tool in the garage as they watched her
plunge them all hotly into her holes, fucking herself with anything they
would allow her to use.

     When Amanda finally grew too weak to continue fucking herself, she
passed out and yet they continued plunging things into her cunt and
rubbed their wet pussies onto her face, masturbating against it until
they had cum and then making room for the next.

     When I shot my second load of cum, this time into Lizzie's cunt, I
fell back weakly against the old bus seat.  Lizzie was still hot and
took the men who had shot their cum into Amanda's face to the center of
the big room and let them all fuck her in the ass and cunt and mouth.
Soon, the garage was filled with people drinking and smoking and fucking
and sucking. As I watched, Lizzie must have been gang-banged by no less
than 20 men, and was still going strong before I grew too tired to
watch.

     Finally, we were left alone once more as the group tired and the
party wound down, around dawn and they wandered off to who knew where.
Before she left, Lizzie gave Amanda yet another shot and gave me one as
well.  The shot left me nearly senseless and the only thing I remember
happening prior to my passing out was watching an extremely large black
man with an equally large cock screw a very willing Amanda in all her
holes before pissing on her face and leaving her lying in the concrete
floor.  Bronk was filming it all.

     I lost all sense of time as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
I did know that Amanda was no longer in the garage with me, and I think
I spent the rest of the time alone.  I don't remember if I was fed or
given anything to drink, or even if I was doped up again.

     The next time I awoke, I found myself in the front seat of our car
with Amanda beside me.  The car clock said it was just after 3a.m., but
I had no idea what day.

     We were both naked and the car was parked on a dirt road.  Amanda
was still unconscious, but I saw that there was something on her left
breast. When I focused and looked, I saw that it was a new and very sore
looking tatoo. Beautifully scripted in red and blue and yellow were the
words "Prime Slut."

     As I dressed Amanda in the filthy rags and denim jacket they had
left in the car, I saw the second tatoo.  It was on the left cheek of my
wife's ass and in block letters said "this ass well fucked by the RAMROD
M.C." I looked around quickly to see if we were alone and when I
realized we were now free I started the car and drove us home, quickly.

     At home, I managed to help Amanda into the bedroom, and I collapsed
beside her on the bed.  Thirst and hunger awakened me, but Amanda slept
on. When she finally did awaken, she cried for hours.  She remembered a
lot, and I filled in what I could.  She said that after I was drugged,
they reduced her dose and she remembered becoming the "property" of the
club president for the rest of the time.  They had held us captive from
Friday afternoon until Thursday morning.

     Amanda was sore all over, but healed quickly.  We talked about it
and about trying to forget about it, but I knew I could never forget.
We knew where the garage was, but agreed that we couldn't go to the
police because of the video Bronk shot of Amanda.  It would ruin our
careers at the school, where guilt or innocence wasn't the issue, but
the image of propriety was.

     We had great difficulty talking, when we were together.  Vacation
was tense and we didn't enjoy it at all.  We tried to resume our daily
routines, but Amanda was tense and restless and irritable.  Maybe I was,
too.  I found that Bourbon relaxed me.

     Finally, in the Fall, Amanda stayed home from school one day and
she was gone when I got home.  The following weekend, she showed up
sitting behind Otto, on the back of a Harley, dressed like a real biker
slut.  She quickly packed a small bag, got back on the bike, wrapped her
arms around the huge, filthy biker and that was the last I ever saw or
heard of her.

     And, what of Lizzie?  Well, soon after the weekend they kidnapped
us, she moved back with her Mommy and Daddy, cleaned herself up, became
`Elizabeth,' again, went to an Ivy league college and married a Med
student.  She wore white at a big church wedding last Saturday.  I was
invited and went to the church, just to see it with my own two eyes.
She was beautiful and looked like she had never had a sexy thought in
her life.


