"Yeah, enough of this. Shit, good thing you stopped me. I would've pounded her into mincemeat," Mike said, throwing the belt away.
"Hey, come on, show ain't over yet, is it?" some of the bikers began to ask.
"Naw, it ain't over. Just beginnin'," Chuck answered back, winking at Mike.
The two of them backed away and whispered something in the ear of a third. Christina stifled her sobs and dared to turn her head around. Peering through strands of hair curtaining her face, she saw Chuck and the third biker disappear into the darkness of the kitchen behind her.
"We got us a little prize from that rumble you heard about. Got the leader's girlfriend," Mike said, nodding his head toward the kitchen doorway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Go for it!" Mike shouted.
Christina plunged and writhed and grunted with the maddening tickle that was building to a sharp peak. It choked off her breathing as mind-blasting spasms tore through her pussy.
Christina lay in a heap on the floor, fighting down her rising guilt. The stale odor coming from the old frayed carpeting didn't offend her any more. All she cared about was crawling into a hole where she could disappear from these staring men. They seemed to symbolize a disapproving society.
"Here, clean up." Mike said, glancing at his wristwatch, then tossing the girl an old rag.
"Call." Christina repeated, screwing up her eyes and looking curiously at him.
"Yeah, whaddaya think this is, anyways, a pleasure palace?" Mike said ironically, curling his thick lips up into a cynical smile. "You're enjoyin' the hell outta this, eh, babe?" he asked, curling several strands of her hair in his hand and jerking up. Christina gasped at the pain, her head snapping to one side. "Well, it ain't gonna last forever. Now get up!" he snarled.
Christina choked back the tears and staggered to her feet, wiping the filthy jizz from her leg then dropping the rag as if it had shit on it.
"Over here," Mike said, taking her by one hand and dragging her into the kitchen. The biker indicated a wall phone. Christina pulled the receiver from the cradle, bracing herself against the wall while dialing her home number. As she heard the phone ringing on the other end, the young woman felt tears rising to her eyes. How much had happened to her since she'd last spoken with her mother and father! The girl felt like a whore now, standing naked, violated by man and animal. And now she was to ask her parents for money to set her free. Free for what? Was she even fit to rejoin the lowest level of society?
"Hello?"
It was her mother's voice, nervous, terrified, quavering, on the other end of the line.
"Mom? It's Christina. I…" The girl couldn't finish. Guilt and fear choked off her words.
"Honey? Baby, is anything wrong? Have they done anything to hurt you?"
"Gimme that," Mike growled, snatching the phone from the sobbing teenager.
"Who's there?" her mother's voice asked anxiously.
"Never mind about that. You wanna see your daughter in one piece, lady, you're gonna have to fork over some coins, unnerstan'? Now lemme speak to your old man," Mike snarled.
Christina stood by, listening to the biker tell her mother and father how much money he wanted and where he wanted it delivered. She could hear her father's voices times demanding to speak to his daughter. Christina was glad Mike refused. How could she talk to her parents when she kept thinking of those animals she'd had licking between her shivering legs seconds earlier? Oh, how could she ever face them again, knowing what she'd done?
"Okay. He's gonna get the money by tomorrow morning," Mike said, hanging up the phone and smiling with satisfaction at the blonde teen.
"What are you going to do with me now?" Christina asked in a whisper. She couldn't imagine the tormenting her any more.
"What do you think, honey? It's a long time till mornin'," Mike said. Behind him she could hear the root of his gang.
"Come on, man, they're gettin' weird in there. They wanna see the bitch," Chuck said, sticking his head in the kitchen.
"I don't know why, but guys really dig watchin' broads makin' it with one another," Mike said, taking her by the elbow and guiding the naked, trembling blonde teen from the kitchen back into the living room. As she stood in the doorway, Christina was aware of another woman standing in the room. She looked half-drugged, her scraggly black hair hanging over her face. Her olive flesh had several black and blue marks on in while burn marks appeared all over her legs and arms. This must be the girlfriend of the leader of the other gang someone had mentioned earlier. She swayed from side to side, one hand gripping the back of the sofa for support. To one side, Christina saw a pile of dirty clothes she assumed had recently been stripped from this girl.
"She's a real pig, but she's all we got," Mike said, pushing Christina forward.
The girl stopped and turned around, staring quizzically at the young man. What did he want her to do?
"Go on, baby, go on and get it on with that cunt."
Christina felt sick to her stomach! Turning around, she looked back at the woman still swaying drunkenly some ten feet from her. She was as filthy as the men surrounding her. The dog looked better than she. Christina turned around again and started toward Mike. She would have rather been beaten by him than do what he wanted her to now.
"Come on, honey, come on and make it with me," the girl slurred, stretching out one hand and curling her fingers while brushing the hair from her eyes.
Christina shrank back, letting out a tiny gasp of horror. The young woman looked as if she might be part Oriental, Persian perhaps mixed in as well. She might have been extremely pretty. But alcohol and drugs had taken a terrible toll on her features.
"Come on, come on and let's make it. Fuck the rest of these bastards here. They're all bastards, my old man included," the girl said, pursing her lips together and nodding her head up and down.
Christina shrank another foot away from the staggering brunette. She didn't care what the other woman thought of men. She wasn't about to suck off another woman, especially in public.
But the gang was insistent. Mike pushed her away twice, the second time nearly toppling her backward onto the floor.
"Stop it, stop it, uhhhhhh."
The brunette grabbed her around the waist, holding her tightly while throwing back her head and laughing like a crazy woman.
Christina struggled, biting, kicking and scratching at the brunette. The men loved the scene of two naked women locked in one another's arms, twisting about frantically, their big tits jiggling and rolling with every violent moment they made.
"Stop it, stop it." Christina cried, turning around and grabbing fistfuls of black hair. She pulled at the woman's strands violently, making the girl scream in pain.
"You Goddamned little bitch! I was gonna make this easy on you. But since you want a little action, okay!"
The brunette snapped one hand back and let it spring forward. Christina's arms flew out as the fist landed squarely in her soft belly. The girl's eyes bugged while her mouth opened and air whooshed from between her lips. She staggered back, pain shooting through her entire body.
"Ohhhhh!" Christina cried, holding her belly and doubling over while trying to catch her breath. The other woman was on top of her in an instant, beating the screaming blonde teen on the back, neck and sides with her clenched fists.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" the girl screamed with each blow.
"That's it, Gretta, beat the shit outta her," the bikers chanted as Christina found herself rolling on the floor, pinned to the carpet by this half-animal.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Man, I dig watchin' a couple of lesbos makin' it," Chuck said. He covered one hole of his opened beer can and shook it, letting a narrow geyser of liquid arc up and splash down on the two struggling women.