The Widows

[BadForm]

OOC: Feel free to take the roles of the 4 bikers, or anyone else with good reason to be there. I will play Monique. This is open to anyone, but please keep it in genre.


IC: The gentle melody of birdsong filled the air in this idyllic spot. The sun glistened off Monique's flesh, sparking gold against her dark chocolate skin. She relaxed after her morning swim, lying back against the smooth grass of the bank near the pool. She'd been coming here ever since she joined Measham City University five years ago, and by now knew she was safe to swim here naked, for beautiful though the place was, it was just too far from the city to attract people when there were so many other places nearer the suburbs. The breeze caressed her black bush as she closed her eyes and sighed in sensual pleasure.

Suddenly her tranquility was shattered by the roar of engines. She short upright, wondering what was happening. It was the sound of bike engines, two she realised. Her ex-boyfriend had ridden with the local bikers though, and she knew they never came here. She stood and clambered up the steep bank towards the clump of bushes where she had hung her clothes.

Two bikes approached the clearing about a hundred feet past the bushes. The first, a Yammie, was driven by a man. A woman rode pillion and was caressing his sturdy thighs. The other, a Harley, was steered by a woman. Her passanger, a man, already had his hands inside her heavy leather coat and was mauling her breasts as she rode, not that she seemed to object.

Monique pulled on her panties and reached for her bra, watching in fear as they drew nearer. All of them wore full helmets and leathers, so she could tell little about them. About sixty feet away, the Yammie pulled to a halt. The Harley screeched round in a half circle, stopping facing the other bike. That was when Monique saw the picture of a huge spider on the bikers' coats and really started to panic.

She grabbed her skirt, fastening it hurriedly as she ran over the one thing she had heard about the Widows. They had been implicated in the slaughter of over a dozen members of one of the youth gangs in Measham. In the end, the police uncovered evidence that it was another gang, the Greenbloods, who had committed the attrocity. Somehow, with four members of the Widows nearby, Monique was less than convinced by the police evidence. As she began to fasten her blouse, she tried to still her breathing. Thankfully, with the bushes between them, there was no way they could see her.

 

[BadForm]

<tried to get interest in this over a year ago. Figured I'd give it a bump to see if anyone was interested now.>

 

[Trist]

Ciara halted her Harley Davidson, turning the ignition key hastily. Her vivid purple-blue eyes scanned the area.

"Perfectly secluded," she reflected in a dark tone.

The girl removed her helmet, allowing her golden hair to cascade down her shoulders. It shimmered in the light as a soft breeze caught it and waved it slightly to the left side of her body. She turned to the man who groped her breasts, kissing him softly on the lips.

"You were right," she commented. "No one will expect to find the four of us or our victims here."

Ciara seemed to put a special sort of emphasis on the word 'victims', as if her own voice were a knife dragging across the imaginary flesh of some helpless innocent. Sure, more of the gang members only tortured or killed for vengance... But Ciara, she did it for the simple pleasure of hearing cries for mercy; it gave her power.

 

[ARaynes]

Jailbait

Jailbait hopped off the bike looking at the beautiful water. She had always loved the water ever since her brother drowned, but that was because he was now the water. "Lookit!" She yelled at the others. "Its so pretty."

She took her helmet off flipping her black hair all around like a super model in the movies. At seventeen she started dying it all sorts of colors. That was a year ago. Now she sported black hair with bluish streaks all through it.

Raised close to the biker clan since ten, getting the name of "Jailbait." This was her fourth year with the widows. She had been traded for a pack of Malboro ciggarette's and a bottle of Jack. She really didn't care anymore. Long ago she had forgotten her real name, and Jailbait was fine. At least she wasn't with that asshole of a father.

She didn't get much schooling, for they never allowed her to go, but she was street smart. She could sniff out a rat before any of the older guys, but that didn't matter. As long as she had fun it was all cool.

"Thanks for bringing me here. I really like the water...." She smiled serenly looking innocent as a dove. Can I go swim??"

 

[nightray]

Ray

I return Ciara kiss saying “I thought you would like this place I can’t wait to watch you do your thing agene the screams you can get form them are exquisite.” I let my head drop down to her neck biting it as my finger twist her nipple hard.

I then swing my lag off of the back of the bike standing at my full six feet. I brush my long black hear out of my face as I let my helmet drop to the ground. My hand moving to the black widow earring playing with as I look around. I chuckle as Jailbait asks to go swimming I look at Ciara every body thought that I was the leader but she’s the on who polls my strings.

I take her in to my arms lifting her up off of her feet as I kiss her deeply before letting stand. I then say “do you have any body in mined that you would like to bring up hear darling.” I smile evilly at the thought of watching her torcher some on to the brink of death and then keeping them on the husk between the living and the dead making them bag for death. My hazel eyes bore in to hers lust shining in them lust for her and for the torcher that I see in my minds eye.

I put my arm around her shoulder and we walk down to the water watching as Jailbait looks in to it with her normal fascination.

 

[afternooner]

The Duke

The Duke to his enemies and to those he hadn't met or was just meeting, was duke to his friends if ou could call them that.
There ws a certain honesty amoung thieves attitude they had their disagreements but when the chips were down they stuck together. to the death they said and though it hadn't happened yet their one for all and all for one additudes seemed admirable even if their intensions wern't.

He slid off the Yammie form behind Jailbait and said "Yea baby" before he pushed her in the water and jumped in behind her.

 

[Trist]

"Yeah Jailbait, go for a swim; enjoy yourself. I just don't want to see you ruining any of the clothing I borrowed you... Swim nude."

In all honesty, Ciara couldn't care less if her clothing got wet or tattered in the lake; she just liked to watch Jailbait's flawless form in it's natural state. She never denied the fact.

Ciara turned back to her man, biting playfulling on his lower lip, pulling the tender flesh with her. "I thought we'd break this place in first before we brought anyone up here...any objections?"

Of course, if someone were to stumble upon the group, Ciara would instantly take the opportunity for some fun.

 

[BadForm]

Monique

She bent down to slip on her pumps, balancing on the slippery slope as she began to fasten the first. The grass beneath her feet was slippery, making it tricky to stay standing. She decided to sit and finish up, knowing the bushes she was behind gave her a good degree of cover from the area they were near. As long as she was careful, she would probably be safe.

"AAARGH!" She screamed in pain as she put her hand on a wasp and was stung on her palm.

She blanched, realising how loud that scream had been. They must have heard her. She peered through the branches of the bush behind her as she scrambled to pull her pumps on quickly. They were looking around, trying to find where the sound had come from.

 

[Trist]

Ciara looked towards the scream. She gave a wicked smile.

"Perhaps, my darling, we will have to concentrate on breaking this place in in a different manner..."

Ciara calmly removed her man's hands from her form, taking several steps towards the sound of the scream.

"It's a female..." she concluded softly, "you could tell by the pitch of the shriek... Girls are always so much more fun then the males..."

Ciara, after scanning the area, had arrived at the conclusion that the bushes were the only good place to hide at this close of a range. She walked towards them, pausing for a moment. Suddenly she reached in to move the branches, swiftly pushing them to either side. Her eyes locked on that of another girl's. She smiled warmly.

"Hello, little one... And what would your name be?"

Ciara expected the girl to bolt, and so readied herself for a chase after her. If she didn't run, even better... Ciara hated to get pissed off wasting energy to get her victims tied down; she almost felt sorry for those that almost died in the chase alone. It not only took the fun out for Ciara, but the victims payed dearly once subdued.

 

[BadForm]

Monique

She should have run when she had a chance. The woman looking at her was trying to seem friendly, but when you'd dated a biker, and heard about the worst of their kind like the Widows, that just didn't fit. This was a trick and she was in trouble.

"M-monique," she said, her eyes wide with fear as she stood slowly.

There was no point in hiding now, one of the had seen her and the others would know where she was. What were they going to do? Her eyes darted to the side, looking for a way to run. But they had bikes, all she had were her legs. The woods maybe? Her eyes went there as she continued to face forwards. Enough tree branches maybe to stop them pursuing her so well.

 

[nightray]

Ray

An evil smile crosses over my lips at the idea of braking this plays in with a good scream. I feel my cock throb at the mear thought of it. I fallow Ciara to where she heard the scream. I look over her shoulder at the girl, I smile saying to Ciara “she looks delouses.”

I move to blocker form running in to the woods I new how up set Ciara gets when she has to chase people down. I smile evilly saying “now now darling you rely don’t wana do what I know your thinking about.”

 

[BadForm]

Monique

Oh god, they were cutting her off from escape. This was bad. This was very bad. She had never heard of anyone surviving a run-in with the Widows unless they impressed her enough to be forced into the gang, and somehow she didn't think that was going to happen. She looked from one to the other, trying to think of what to do. But she couldn't think, she was too scared. She panicked

The river, that was where she could go. They couldn't follow her into the river with their bikes. Her legs were moving before her brain caught up. Fifty yards away, she sprinted as fast as she could. Forty yards, her left pump, still unfastned, began to slip. Thirty, twenty. The pump left her foot, she stepped forward with no grip and slipped into the splits, falling painfully onto the dirt. She felt as though something had torn, a tendon or muscle or something. Too late did she realise she was no longer moving.

 

[Trist]

Ciara looked down at the form of Monique.

"You just had to run, didn't you? Dumb cunt..." she spurted coldly, taking a handful of the girl's beautiful hair. She pulled painfully upwards, forcing Monique to her feet. She stared cruelly into her eyes, holding her hair securely within her fist.

"Try something like that again, bitch, and I promise your demise will be as slow and as anguish-filled as possible."

Ciara yanked harshly at the girl, throwing her forwards and back to the ground.

"Now get up and walk back to where the rest wait for us," she calmly stated, knowing it would be more than painful for the girl to walk. "And if you dare to run, I will personally slice the main tendon in your calves."

 

[ARaynes]

Jailbait

I hear Ciara's words as I fall from the Duke's push into the water. DAMN! I think to myself before standing back up. "Too late. Duke already pushed me in, but I will lay them out for them to dry."

With that said, I did as I said I would. I took off the tank tope, then the pants laying them out to dry away from the water. Hearing a sreick I look over in the direction that it came from. Ciara will take care of it I say, before jumping nude back into the water. I loved the way the water slipped over my body, caressing me gently.

The next time I look up I see her in the sand, holding the girl by the hair. "Your not going to hurt her are you?" feining innocences, but getting really turned on at the idea that Ciara would put on a show for us all.

 

[BadForm]

Monique

She screamed as the girl yanked her around by her hair, feeling some of it tear at the roots. Even worse pain was shooting from her right thigh, where she had fallen awkardly. She was in big trouble now. She shouldn't have run. She should have took what they would do to her and... and what? She was going to die anyway. She looked for another escape as she was ordered to her feet, but knew there was no chance now. She considered just collapsing and not complying - and what would that get her? A kicking before they did whatever they were going to do?

She walked down towards where the other gang members were waiting carefully, limping every step of the way. She'd never been all that religious, but right then, she would have believed in anything if it meant she could get out of there alive. Anything!

 

[nightray]

Ray

I watch as the girl runs shaking my head thinking she’s going to pay for that. I then smile evilly at the thought of what Ciara will do to her now. I laph out right as she falls crying out with pain. I then move to me Ciara as she drags the girl back to the rest of use. I move in front of her kissing her deeply. I pole back saying “I hop she lasts longer then the last one.” I chuckle darkly as I look down at the pore girl.

I smile down at her evilly as my hand gently brushes her face. I say in a lust filed voice “she looks like she’ll be fun to play with.”

I look back at Ciara an evil glint in my eyes “what shall we do with are new pet first?” I ask in a think voice.

 

[afternooner]

Duke

Watching Jailbait strip off her clothes always excited Duke. Her long black hair flowing down in contrast to her white milky skin. He loved the whiteness of her skin.

It wasn't long before he was naked too and he pulled her to him roughly. My little white whore he crooned his voice husky with lust.He looked at his own black body crushed against hers Ebony and Ivory he crooned again. He wanted her right now! His huge black cock rising in anticpation against her flat stomach.

Then as Ciaria drug her captive into view he became motionless seeing her, writhing in pain on the ground. His cock jumped as his eyes journeyed over her female form. He pushed Jailbait away.

"Look what we got here... well ain't she a hot looking bitch!"

 

[ARaynes]

Jailbait

As Jailbait was long forgotten for the new bitch a growing hate started in her. She was not one to be forgotten, exspecially since she had dedicated so long to this gang.

She kicked at the sand watching it blow in the sand before looking at the black whore before her. "I hope I get to kill her." She whispered to herself pouting.

"So, kill her already!" She yelled at the iothers, "She don't deserve to be tortured by the best!"

 

[afternooner]

Duke

"Hold on Sugar, Duke said as he turned to Jailbait don't git you ass in an uproar, over a little brown bithc like her You know I like em white better.Let's just let Ciara have her fun here ok? Shes the leader."

He pulled her body roughly toward him,

"Besides, You know I'm hot for your body Your tight little pink pussy is whats pleasing me for the moment.

To prove his point her reached down and cupped her mound flicking his finger back and forth across her smooth pussy lips.

 

[BadForm]

Monique

These people were sick. They weren't animals, they were worse. The youngest was calling for her to be killed, and getting pissed at the guy she was with. He'd gone from oggling her body to mauling his woman. As to the other two... she shuddered at the way they had hunted her down so easily. Especially the woman. The last few steps she took down to where the youngest woman and her guy were standing were difficult, dread-filled ones, where the physical pain from her leg was replaced by a psychological one from her terror. Whatever they were going to do, she could do nothing.

OOC: Just a quick note, Afternooner - you mentioned you looking at Monique's naked body - the only item of clothing she is missing (if you check the first post or so) is one pump which fell off when she ran.

 

[ARaynes]

Jailbait

Jailbait smiled, feeling she had won back her man for a moment. "Thanks."

She gave a self satisfied smile to Monique. "So, what cha gonna do to her?" She asked Ciara, hoping that she would make a move soon. Unfortunately her age gave her little patience and boredom set in quick.

Her body was still in Duke's wonderful hands and she pressed herrself closer to him. "Yes, I know she's the leader, but can't we all have fun with her?"

 

[afternooner]

Duke

"What did you have in mind, girlfriend. "

Duke sneared, he felt her move against his hand and heard her voice soften. Sometimes it was hard to tell about her. They had been together off and on for a long time but she changed from being sweet and innocent to tough and bitter in a heart beat, so he knew better than to push her too far.
Now she was standing lookng at this dark girl and he thought hed better let her make the move. He did want to incourage her though so he added. What do you supose she looks like, naked like us.

 

[Trist]

"Everyone just calm down -- we can all have our fun," Ciara smiled wickedly, watching the terror in Monique's eyes.

"In fact, why don't you guys go ahead? I want her good and used..." she looked to Jailbait, "and no killing her. I don't care how much you make her bleed and scream in agony, but don't end the bitch's life. That's my deal."

OOC:

I don't know how much I will be able to post in the next few days, I thought this would make the thread easier to go with me posting little

 

[BadForm]

Monique

Monique looked from one to the other of the Widows in dread as they plotted what they were going to do to her. The elder woman, their leader, she wondered, said they would all have their chance with her. That made her heart sink further, though it was no real surprise. She hoped, just maybe, they would make her have sex with one of them and that would be it, but they were really as sick as everyone said.

"Please," she begged, "Please don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone what I heard you say. I won't tell anyone about your victims."

 

[Trist]

"Shut up," Ciara spat, slapping Monique with enough force to knock her down. "You will not speak unless one of us tells you to. And begging will only make me want to rip your vocal cords out."

Ciara brushed her hair back with her hand, looking to her companions. "Well? Who wants at her first?"