
The Devil’s Nightmare
By: been there
©May 2004

Erotic, horror, les, gang rape, M/F, F/F, F/beast, snuff


2.  The wrong decision

	The music stopped and the buzz of ambient noise hushed as her
presence became noticed by everyone including the burly monsters
that played at the pool table or were shooting dice in a corner
booth.  Heads turned to admire the curvaceous ass so snug in the
tight leather skirt as she swayed past to an empty booth. 
Reluctantly a hostess, not so shabby in her own right‚ sauntered
over to take an order.  Admittedly, she paled in attractiveness
as she neared Truly, who sat basking triumphantly as on a regal
throne.  She ordered a double Tequila Gold shooter, lime and salt
back as her husky voice resounded through the hushed bar.  The
hostess had not even left the table before the order was
delivered by another.
“Complements of the back booth,” the newer hostess explained.
	She lifted the heavy tumbler toward the booth in acknowledgment
and tossed about half of the golden liquid fire down her gullet.
Following easily with the lime and salt, she let the warmth
spread from her stomach to all of her limbs.  Again, she surveyed
the party of hairy giants that had sprung for the shooter. 
Rough, matted long hair, heavy leather jackets and pants, huge
boots of black with silver buckles across the arches, eyes capped
in shades of mirrored glasses that hid the fire of their eyes,
nothing that should attract the her attention.  Still, she was
drawn, attracted really, to the vulgarity and coarseness of the
unknown strangers.  The fire in her groin ignited.
	Four in all, poured from the same mold, so similar was their
appearance.  They waited and sniped remarks back and forth as she
casually strutted, actually performed the short distance between
the booths.  She stopped at the table, hands defiant at her hips,
as they in unison, let their breath‚ held in anticipation, escape
from gaping open mouths. Eyes swept her top to bottom taking the
liberty of hovering at peaks and valleys of interest.  Letting
her body talk for her‚ she more than demonstrated her
desirability‚ and availability.
	 “Looks like you boys are having a good time,” she remarked. 
“I'll take another drink now, if you please.”  Eyes feasted on
her every move, she purposefully‚ leaned forward to show the
round swelled curves of her breasts, even though she was entirely
visible through the silky material.  Their riveting attention
tightened her pelvis as moisture gathered and the fabric of the
blouse felt like sandpaper‚ chaffing her now erect nipples.

	Tommy, the first to regain his senses.  His hand boldly
extended, Tommy Tall is my handle and these are my Hell's
Travelers	“Wanna‚ 'nother‚ shooter?” He leapt to his feet and
shoved at his buddies to make room in the booth.  They slid as
though joined at the hip.
	Her leather skirt hoisted, revealing more of the shapely limbs,
sizzled across the bench.  Tommy slid next to her and immediately
a bond of passion flared.  “So, who’re your friends,” she
challenged	
	He spit out their names as he pointed to each and the two more
at the pool table.  Blazoned on the back of one waiting his turn
to pocket some billiard balls was the fancy emblem of Hell's
Travelers MC along with wheels and wings and naked girls
silhouettes cut from chrome and riveted to the leather	
	It took a suggestion from her to break the spell.  “Come on,
someone‚ Ask me to dance.” The first lucky one on his feet was
careful not to crusher against the lead pipe hard penis held firm
and captive in his pants.  Still her sense of accomplishment was
exhilarating as she followed his moves, taking every opportunity
to dry fuck his now painfully erect cock.  It became a continuous
parade of dances and shooters until the bell clanged at the bar
for last call	

	Tommy T was her last dance before they polished off the drinks.
He suggested a fast night ride to blow some of the cobwebs from
their brains.  “What the hell,” she thought, “This is what I am
here for anyway”

3.  Another mistake

	Mounting up, the six riders coughed the big Harleys into life
with a roar and rev of the noisy engines.  She straddled the
molded leather seat behind Tommy, hiking the small skirt even
higher up her thighs.  “Hold around my waist,” TT ordered.
	 With a lurch, every bike launched in unison to form a massive
roar of men and machine.  The speed built fast and the wind
gusted at her hair and clothing.  Her grip tightened around his
waist as she felt a growth beneath.  Creeping into prominence his
maleness was the only handhold, she required.  The massive engine
provided enough vibration through her hands to provoke his first
jerking ejaculation.	Powerful, even trapped in his pants, she
could feel the spastic spurts that seemed to continue forever.
	Over his shoulder he asked, “Want another drink?”
	“What do you think?” as she squeezed his spent but still rigid
cock.
	“Your place or .  .  ?
	“No, yours,” she answered.
	“We all bunk together,” He countered.
	“OKAY with me,” then nothing but silence followed.
	 The night roar continued as the mass of men and machines
circled to follow Tom and his bike.  Past the city outskirts and
into the countryside where houses were further apart and much
more secluded.	With controlled precision, they throttled down and
wheeled between a heavy treed area, to arrive at a barn with
opened doors.  Parked in an orderly row six shiny metal monsters,
now silenced, were freed of their human cargo	
	Together they advanced into the house with drunken fanfare and
celebration to announce their arrival.  Jackets and shades were
abandoned, tossed everywhere, boots removed and bodies sprawled
in the closest empty chair or sofa.
	 “I gave Truly the choice, she decided here was a good place for
the night,” Tom stated	“The bitch as already did a hand job on me
so anyone else who wants to can play now.  ”
	“A'right, ALL RIGHT,” a chorus sang out.
	“I may be a bitch, but I am still bitch enough to handle all you
guys,” she defied.  Her hands cocked on each hip and legs apart
she formed an angry picture.
	“We'll see!”
	Quickly, he waved the others back when her stinging remark raked
at his abilities.  Tommy ground his bearded face hard on her lips
as he riveted his groin firm into her crotch, his hands clenched
in a vise like grip on her ass.  She started to remove her blouse
just as it was ripped from her body by someone behind her.  Not
wanting a 400-dollar leather skirt destroyed also, she quickly
slipped it from her hips.  Standing bare before the six, the only
shred of modesty left was a triangle of purple lace strapped to
pubic triangle.  It too, went the way of the blouse.
	“This might still be a night to remember,” she thought.  His
lips sought and found her rigid nipples; he sucked one, then the
other deep into his mouth.  A ripple of anticipation coursed down
her body starting with his rough and hungered assault on her
breasts and ending at the covered hard meat pressed against her
pubic hair patch.  His claw like grip on her buttocks deepened to
spread her anus to invading fingers.  She struggled to free the
erection from his leather riding pants.  Easily, he stepped clear
as they dropped to the floor.  He lifted her into the crotch of
his arms, aligned her groin to his and penetrated slightly into
her excited and moisture-laden pussy.  Her legs twined around his
hips spreading her open pussy to invasion	
	Again his grip tightened to bring her deeper onto the hard rail.
 If not for the excited flow of moisture and her willingness to
be taken so crudely, the gigantic cock would have split her
apart.  A contented sigh escaped from her scarlet lips as she
engulfed his length and girth.  So filled her pussy was, she only
exerted the slightest pressure from her muscular vagina and his
cock was trapped and unable to withdraw.  Basking in the power of
her control, she held him immobile for short periods until he
resigned to her will.  She controlled his entry and she
controlled his withdrawal.  She could, with the same contractive
muscles, push his eager cock to the point of expulsion until she
relaxed and allowed him to slip back full inside of her.  She
controlled him.
	With the authority thus established, she relaxed and offered her
complete submission.  Tommy regained his composure and began a
constant deep rocking thrust letting her pressure milk his shaft
with every long slow deep stroke.  These vaginal contractions
stimulated her into the beginnings of a slow building orgasm that
felt as if it could last all evening.  The velvet walls of her
love chamber contracted, caressing his manly tool to increase the
pleasure for both	
	His anxiousness began to show as hot panting breaths flooded
over her body from wherever his mouth was at that moment. 
Perspiration flowed from his beard and body to glisten her nude
frame as the tiny rivulets ran in wet trails.  His tempo
increased, indicating to her the beginning of the end for this
poor soul.  Her surprise came when the explosion burst inside of
her.  His ejaculation detonated into her innards with gushing
reverberating waves of male seed.  So intense, she lost herself
to her own joining orgasmic cascade.  Totally, the waves and
tremors engulfed her being, until she lay limp in the grip of his
strong hands and supporting cock.  She had finally met the strong
sexual partner so long sought.

