Wrong Turn To Stumptown... occ

[angelique127]

Wrong Turn To Stumptown... open

This story is about a very wealthy couple who are traveling from their home in Hilton Head, S.C. on their way to visit friends in Virginia Beach. They are driving north on coastal Rt 17, at about 2 am, when their BMW suddenly breaks down...and as fate has it, they manage to pull over to the side of the road, not far from this muddy dirt trail that leads deep into the swamps. There is a old wooden sign next to the trail which reads ' STUMPTOWN 4 Miles ' with an arrow pointing off in that direction. Again, fate intervenes, when the wife tries to call for help on her cell phone...and she discovers the battery is dead.
There is not very much traffic on the road at this hour, but they decide to wait for help to come by anyway...or should hubby try to hike the four miles to Stumptown to use a phone ? That would mean wifey would have to wait here alone, by herself. They choose to wait together.

Before long, help does arrive, when a pickup truck pulls over with two men inside. The wife notices as they exit the truck to assist them, that these strangers appear to look very unsavory...as a matter of fact, they seem to be bikers, dressed in leather vests with tatooed covered arms and ponytails. Of course, she can not see their colors...Demons Motorcycle Club- S.C. in the dark, but she is uncomfortable all the same.

They try to re-start the car, but have no luck...so the stranded couple are offered a ride to Stumptown...the wife climbs in the truck, next to the driver in the middle, her husband by her side. The other biker jumps in the back, with the kegs of beer. They turn onto the dirt path, the trail illuminated by the headlights...crossing puddles, going deeper into the dark swamp...

 

[angelique127]

WHAT IS STUMPTOWN EXACTLY ?

Actually it is more of an event...held at a place called Stumptown. Every year, in early June, hundreds of members of outlaw biker gangs converge at this somewhat hidden spot to party for a week of fun and games...and entertainment. There are live bands, plenty of drugs and alcohol, certain contests { more about that later } all kinds of food, pigs are roasted, barbeque...but the main focus seems to be the live slave auction, in where several females are bid upon. Not all of these participants are volunteers...many are FORCED, as you will see.

If you look on a map of South Carolina, you will not find it. That is because it simply does not exist. Stumptown is nothing more than a clearing in the middle of a swawp. The only building that remains is an old plantation house, the rest are gone forever...lost to time and the swamp. However, during the first week of June, you will find tents pitched amongest the stumps. At night there is a large bonfire burning. There is even a in ground pool to swim in, to cool off in, from the summer sultry heat !!!

Cast of characters... for now...but you are welcome to PM me if you would like to add your own !


Angelique...[me] the very wealthy, middle aged wife...5'5'', dark hair and eyes, about 122 lbs...who is completely out of her element ... captive, to be sold at Stumptown

Makofin...[ mako ] ex convict biker, outlaw, president of the Demons M.C., South Carolina chapter...


Derek... [ not needed ] Angeliques rich husband, suit and tie kind of guy... loses his wife at Stumptown

Melissa [written out] ex- dancer, hangs with the Demons M.C, and claims Mako as her own....until she goes too far...

Jessica [sandmartin ] young blonde hitchiker, taken captive to be sold...or will she willingly join the bikers ?

Blade [voyager 102 ] member of the Demons M. C. { BYOB- bring your own Babe to the party }





















If anyone else would like to invent a character...biker, or another female or couple who took a wrong turn...post here. Have fun!!!!

 

[plainjane]

Melissa

I danced in a stri[p clun until I hurt my knee. Now the only exercise I get is lying down, and certain parts of meget a lot of it.

I ride on the back of Mako's bike. with my arms around him. At night I ride him instead of the bike, and his arms are usually around my ass as he humps me silly, out in the woods or sometimes in a shed we find on the back of someone's property.

Now we are headed to te annual event at Stumptown, and i know he will share me with the groups, his and the other motorcycle gangs. I like it because I get gang-banged, and that has been my factasy since I dropped out of college and out of sight. My parents havent heard from me in two years and I like it that way.,

 

[makofin]

Makofinn

It was 3:15 am when I fianally turned my Harley Fat Boy onto the muddy dirt trail that led to Stumptown. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a BMW parked off to the side of the road. I cursed silently to myself, what stupid idiot what leave their car parked there, I mean that is all we needed, for some nosey ass cop to come along and investigate things !
About fifty yards up the trail, I killed the engine, leaving Melissa with the bike, and went back through the misty fog to knock down the sign. I decided to send a few of the guys back later to get rid of the car.

Returning to where Melissa waited, I was happy to see that she had rolled a joint, and had grabbed the bottle of J.D. from the saddlebag. That was what I liked about her, she always took care of things, without being asked. She did my laundry, cooked great meals for all of us, but most of all , Melissa LOVED sex...anytime, anyplace. Never had I known a female who could wear me out, but she could.

We finished the smoke and the whiskey, then I started my bike and drove on down the familiar road towards Stumptown.


Makofin- 5' 11", 196 lbs of solid muscle, long brown hair, 2nd in command of the Demons M.C. ,with a rap sheet for gunrunning, sale and distribution of methamphetimine, and most interesting 'white slavery' , numerous assault and batteries. Spent only five of his 31 yrs in a prison called Raiford in Florida.

 

[angelique127]

Angelique...

My fear grew as we went further into the swampland, bouncing over potholes, and smashing through deep puddles. Our driver, whose name was Dagger, or so he informed us, was not even keeping his eyes on the road, but seemed to be paying more attention to my legs...I bit my lip, feeling very nervous. Suddenly, I was aware of just how short my tight little black cocktail really was...and just how much of my stocking clad legs really showed.

I looked over at Derek, and he gave me a strained smile, as if to say that everything was going to be fine...Oh , how I wished our car had never broken down...we would be safe in some expensive, romantic hotel by now ! Instead we were bouncing along some unpaved road in a pick-up truck, lost in the fog, with two sinister men.

" You sure are purty !" this Dagger character spoke, with a grin. " I think ya' all have a good time here at the party !"

" What party ? We only want to call for some help..." I responded, ignoring his compliment.

He didn't say anything, just reached into his pocket and placed a ciggerette between his lips, lighting it.

" Cuse me, could you please refrain from smoking...Sur ?" I asked in my sweetest, southern charming voice.

Dagger inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke out the open window, before flicking it out. I felt Derek nudge me with his elbow...warning me to be quiet...


After a few more minutes of driving, the truck pulled into a large clearing. We could see at least a dozen campfires burning, scores of tents and screen houses. I felt the truck hit a big stump or something, and fianally come to a stop in front of a ramshackle plantation house. About 50 or so motorcycles were parked in front of it, all lined up in a row. To make matters worse, a few dozen bikers stood with them...

" Welcome to Stumptown !" Dagger announced.

 

[plainjane]

When Mako came back to the Harley, I handed him my joint and we each took a big drag. We kissed and he put his hand on my tit and asked if I was ready to take on the whole gang as I did last year.

I grinned and told him I'd been looking forward to it for weeks. Why else would I stay with him?

He knew better but I liked to tease him. Except for special occasions like the Swamptown party, I never strayed but stayed faithful to him exceot when he brought somebody to me or asked me to get it on with one of his friends. I would do anything to please him, as he was the best lover I ever had.

We got back on the bike and with my arms around him we took off on the bumpy road. I thought how nice it would be in the back of the truck with him on top of me, with each bump giving me a little action from his cock in my pussy.

 

[ferryrider]

Derek

I was getting worried about protecting my sweet little wife. This ride back into the woods on a bumpy dirt road didnt inspitre my confidence. Her dress rode up on her legs and I could see and hear the driver ogling her and making lewd comments.

I had a pretty good idea of what kind of help he had in mind, and I regretted not having the car checked out properly before we left home.

That was stupid of us, plus not making sure the cell phone worked before we left the city. I wondered what we going to encounter when we got to wherever we were going, but if this guy was going to make a play for my sweetre, he would have to fight me first.

 

[sandmartin]

I was out hitchhiking, kind of dumb for a twenty-year old girl to be out hitchhiking on her own I know, but it is the cheapest way to travel and I’ve been doing it for two years so I figure I’m more experienced than I might be given credit for – only today I was having no luck; seemed nobody was heading my way that was inclined to give a girl a ride.

It was heading towards twilight and I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever make civilisation, and, as it didn’t seem likely, where I was going to sleep that night. Somewhere in the distance behind me I heard the low throaty growl of a motorbike. A moment later and I concluded that was several motorbikes and they were getting nearer. I really should have followed my instincts and got off the road, stayed hidden until the bikes passed before resuming my journey – that was my dumbest mistake.

Six bikers slowed right down behind me, I glanced back and heard them whistling as I walked on. They followed, slowly gaining on me until they had me hemmed in on all sides by their bikes. I read their colours, ‘Demons M.C.’.

Then all kinds of stuff happened, and it happened so fast. The bikes all stopped. My bag was pulled off my shoulders, as I wrestled and shouted at them to give me my bag back, I suddenly found myself locked into a pair of handcuffs with my arms around someone’s torso and no matter how hard I fought, they physically lifted me off the ground onto the back of the guys machine who had my arms wrapped around him.

The bike took off with me hanging on for grim death wondering what on earth was going on. The rest of the gang kept weaving in beside me, taking turns at making obscene gestures to me as we travelled. Several miles down the road we slowed and turned off, I saw a rickety old sign that read Stumptown 4 miles…

 

[makofin]

The Party Begins...

Makofinn

It was pretty late when Melissa and I rode in, but most of our friends were still going strong, most of us drank and drugged until we passed out. I myself, could go for several days, fortified with crank. I was pleased with the turnout this year, it seemed to grow bigger and bigger.

We made our way into the plantation house, where we had a room to ourselves, since being prez of the Demons had it's benefits. On our way upstairs, I spotted Dagger, who I motioned to follow us...I needed the lowdown on the current events, how things were shaping up.

Once inside the bare room, which contained nothing more than a mattress on the floor, I listened while he explained that the generators were going strong, the bands would start playing tomorrow, the beer taps were flowing, all the boring shit...until he informed me about the uninvited guests...

It seemed the BMW I had saw, parked on the side of the road, belonged to some rich couple, who were now staying in a room next store. Dagger also informed me that the wife was quite goodlooking, although was something of a bitch, demanding to use a phone to call for help. He also told me that he knew Blade, and a few of the boy's had picked up a blonde hitchhiker and should be arriving shortly with their captive.

Yes, we would have several captives to sell at the auction this year. I looked over at Melissa, who was smiling....

 

[plainjane]

Melissa

W hat ghood news - two sluts for the slave auction

I told themn I wantred themn first, or no sex for them. They both laughed, because since i was Mako's girl I got anything I wantred, and I wa.nted

They knew I was bi, and always when we got our hands on a new babe I got her first

I got up and peeked next door into the next room. They were sitting against the wall on another dirty mattress, and talking.

The man jumped up as if to protect her, until he saw that I was a girl, although dressed like the guys and dirty as hell.

Calmly and with perfect diction I told her to stand and get undressed. "Take off all your cloithes, I said, and then tuned to the guy and quietly explained the program.

"I am Melissa and i will look after her"

He could either quietly watch and se his wife get sold as a slave to the highest bidder, or if he had enough cash he could bid too, but no credit cards or checks. Only cash was acceptable.

Then I added that of course she will be passed around from man to man, but I would be there at her side to insure that she wasnt hurt or permanently damaged, although I added with a smirk, exceot maybe emotionally.

They looked at me wondering who I was, until I told them I was a graduate of a major university, a sorority member, and a runaway who adopted this lifestyle willingly, although I was first sold as a slave to my lover. I added that on these special party occasions I took on all comers willingly, as that was part of the bargain for them keeping me and taking care of me, as they will of you if you cooperate and your husband cooperates. He will even get a turn with you.

"Oh, and by the way, we have another girl coming too, a hitchhiker picked up by several of our guys, and she will be treated the same way"

Now she stood there naked and I looked her over. She was delectable, and i thought how nice the club tattoo would look on her back. I tok off my jacket and shirt and showed her mine, of which I was very proud.

"you will have ione of these too by the time the party is over. Get used to the idea. It hurts but just a little, and we wont do it untill all the men fuck you because you will be on your back, and the tattoo will take several days to heal.

I turned to the man and asked his name. He said it was Derek, and I told him if he wanted to fuck me I was ready willing and available.

 

[sandmartin]

Jessica:

It was dark and all I could see was dirt track and trees. Damn strange road that leads to a town called Stumptown, was all I could think.

When we finally arrived my backside felt like it had been kicked continually for half-an-hour the journey had been that rough. What I saw did nothing to offer me any kind of confidence or hope. There were motorbikes galore, several fires burned outside around a big old plantation house, and there was a lot of people, mostly bikers by the look of them and they seemed pretty pleased to see these guys that rode in, I stirred up quiet a bit of interest too. I even heard one guy ask to buy me? What the heck was that all about?

They drove straight up to the plantation house and the guy whose bike I was on told someone to take me straight inside and find Makofin, under no circumstances was he to mess with me unless he wanted to see Melissa wearing his balls in her ears - it offered me little comfort to hear these things.

 

[angelique127]

Angelique...trapped

Never before, have I felt so frightened...

I knew the moment that we all pulled up to that ramshackle building, with all of those bikes lined up in a row...we were in serious trouble, and NO ONE was really going to help us...

After we got out of the truck, and those dreadfull men started whistling and saying lewd things, I thought I was going to die...I simply clung to Derek, digging my manicured nails into the muscle of his arm !!!

We were ushered upstairs by Dagger, who led us to this filthy dirty room, and locked inside. Holding back my tears, I pounded on the door, begging , pleading, and demanding to use a telephone..but to no avail. I heard only laughter. Fianally, Derek calmed me down, comforting me, holding me in his arms.

It wasn't long after that, when Dagger returned with a bottle, and forced us to drink...of course, at first I refused, but then he threatened{ unspeakable} things that would happen to me if I didn't, so seeing we had no choice, I drank from the disgusting, cheap bottle of wine...

A little while later, I began to relax...but felt very strange. The worse was yet to come !

The next thing we knew, this female bursts into the room...as if she owns the place. She tells us this story about how she use to be a college girl, as if I believe it, and then demands that I strip out of my clothes...and for some strange reason, I obey. I actually listen to her...it is if another person has taken over my body !!! Whatever was in that bottle was working !!! Then she goes on to say we will be sold as slaves or something !!!

I don't know whether to laugh or cry...


Oh God, what was happening to me ? How could this happen to us ? I realized that I had been drugged !

 

[makofin]

Makofin...

Melissa had went next store to toy with our 'uninvited guests' upon learning that they had drank from the bottle, which had been laced with Xanax. She knew I wanted our guests stripped, if they were naked, they were less likely to resist and became...alot more submissive.
I had learned years ago, back when the Demons were dealing in the white slavery trade, how to completely subdue a female. It had to do with something called the Stockholm Syndrome, which was a form of brainwashing, where the captives are exposed to a shocking situation, and eventually come to depend on their captor for their survival. They end up doing what they are told, believing it to be true. Mix that with the drugs, and it is so easy !

My friend Blade, as he was called, entered the room with a young woman, who must be the hitchiker they picked up. She was very pretty indeed !
" What's your name, sweetheart ? I asked with a smile...

 

[ferryrider]

Derek

I looked aqt this mousy and filthy female with the big biker tattoo on her back. I cringed at the thought of my pretty Angel with such a tattoo, and when I was offerred a fuck my initial reaction was "NO WAY"

Then she quietly said that we were all going to fuck, and I might as well get into the mood, as she walked over to me and went to her knees before me, and undid my slacks.

The thought of my good clothes on that filthy floor appalled me, but down they came, and then my boxers.

Angel just stood there watching and didnt say anything, until Melissa took my cock in her mouth and started working it.

She looked up and smiled and said "nice cock. We could use you in our group" Then she resumed and Angel took my hand and held it while I got my cock sucked. Who could imagine such a thing

Then Melissa stopped and grinned and said " That's nice. You can hold her hand while she gets fucked too". anbd pulled me down on the mattress.

She quickly took off her jeans baring her shaved pussy, which showed a stubble of not being shaved for a few days. She mounted me and started fucking me, and told Angel to sit on my face. When she did and I started licking her, Melissa leaned forward and kissed her and fed her her tongue. Angel was appalled at sharing me and being kissed that way. She wouldnt even let me put my tongue in her mouth, but I couldnt see as her rear end was covering my eyes.

Melissa squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles and brought me to an orgasm. She hopped up and told Angel to lick my cock and clean it up, and she went out of the room leaving us alone again, but left the door unlocked

I asked my wife if she wanted to run for it, but we were both naked and didnt know where we were, and we both knew it was no use. They would catch us and make it even worse.

 

[sandmartin]

Jessica:

"What's your name, sweetheart ? Makofin asked with a smile..."
"J-Jess-ica..." I stammered in a barely audible whisper. I stared wide-eyed around the filthy room and wonder what quirk of fate had brought me to such a place, more still - what lay in store for me. Plucking up the courage to speak, I cleared my throat and asked...
"What do you want - what are you going to do with me?"

 

[angelique127]

Angelique

I could NOT believe what had just happened...my own husband Derek had actually put his penis in that bossy little bitch !!! I wanted to RIP her eyes out...how DARE her to even touch him !!!
But I had only sat there...in shock, holding his hand. I had expected Derek to at least protest, tell her to stop...instead of going along with it, like he did...
I felt very sick...as I struggled to hold back my tears. No...I wouldn't let them see me cry, I thought. I took a deep breathe...and tried to block it out of my mind.

As if through a haze, I heard Derek say that she had left the door unlocked...and suggest we make a run for it. I knew too, as he did, we would not get very far...these disgusting, lowlife animals were all around us...
We waited...my dread of the unknown seeming to overwhelm me...

 

[makofin]

Makofinn

Please allow me to introduce myself,
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
been around for a long, long year,
stole many mans soul and faith....


" What do you want- what are you going to do with me ?

My cold, hard calculating eyes gave Jessica the once over. There was no doubt in my mind...she was afraid. Just the way that I wanted her to be. Dagger and Blade stood next to her, like wolves, ready to pounce...waiting for my command...I could easily have her stripped and naked, with a snap of my fingers !
But that would be too easy...
No...we were going to have a little fun first !


It only took a nod of my head...and the old, ancient master bedroom was transformed into a makeshift bar. A large wooden plank was set up, on top of two empty kegs, tables and chairs were carried in, and the room was suddenly filled up with member's of the Demon's. A keg was tapped, whiskey bottles passed back and forth, joints fired up...and the music began to play.
Melissa wandered in...looking flushed and happy. I could tell that she had been fucked, there was a glow about her.

Grampy, our old tatoo artist, arrived with his tatoo gun...ready to go to work. The wealthy, captive couple were escorted over...our prime time entertainment for tonight [and many day's to come ] I got my first look at the naked, dark haired female wife...she was quite the dish. Oh yes...it would be a pleasure to break her in ! But first... we were going to enjoy our little blonde hitchiker...and hold an auction, selling her clothing, one piece at a time !!!

 

[sandmartin]

Jessica:

I screamed, loudly, as the two henchmen on either side of me suddenly grabbed me and set me down on top of the make shift stage of beer kegs and wooden planks. I probably screamed too loudly because the room seemed to fill up even more.

From my lofty perch I saw the room filling up and there was a naked couple, a man and a woman, both as naked as the day they were born, though neither of them looked too happy about it - I just couldn't work it out.

The biker guys kept slapping her bum and winking with big stupid grins at the naked man beside her. And then I lost all interest in the couple as this guy, the gang's leader I thought, suddenly announced to the whole room that they were going to auction my clothes off one piece at a time!!

I stood above them shaking my head in disbelief. He started anyway, "Who'll give me ten bucks for her shirt?"

 

[plainjane]

Melissa

Since I was still naked from fucking Derek, I said "I will"

I knew I'd get it from Mako anyway and he just grinned at me, asa the two guys took her shirt off and tossed it to me. Tbe cleanest dirty shirt I owned!

I wondered what item Mako would put up for auction next, as she stood there in her bra. I figured it would be her jeans. They looked like they would fit me too, at least until Mako's baby I was carrying started to show

At least I thought it was Mako's, but I could be wrong - there were a lot of other possibilities and they were all in this room, but none of them knew about it yet

 

[sandmartin]

Jessica:

Nobody said a word when some girl I hadn't previous noticed shouted out she would buy my shirt. The gang leader told me to take it off, but I refused. He then motioned to his two thugs guarding me from the floor beneath my makeshift stage. They made menacing moves and I was stumped.

There was no way I wanted them manhandling me and taking my shirt off, once they started heaven knows where they'd stop - reluctantly removed my top and handed it over.

"Right lads, let's get down to some proper bidding! Highest bid wins, you know the rules - what will y'give me for the wenches jeans?"

I could not believe this was happening. The room filled with laughter and numbers. I stood above them on the table, my arms crossed before me to conceal my breasts and the white lacy bra covering them. Everywhere I looked there were grinning lecherous faces.

Everyone cheered loudly and I snapped to attention, realising that my jeans had just been sold. A lull in the noise level crept across the room as all eyes fixed on me.
"Let's 'ave 'em." Makofin said to me, his hand waiting.

Reluctantly I unbuttoned the front of my jeans. A tear split down my cheeks as I opened my jeans and carefully wriggled them down my hips, pausing once to adjust my underwear back into place before pushing my jeans down my legs.

Another cheer sounded as I stood up before them in just my underwear. I watched my jeans disappear across the room. Some greasy haired slob shoved the crotch to his filthy nose and inhaled noisily, then laughed loudly.

My eyes darted around the room frantically as Makofin invited them to bid for my bra. I could feel my stomach doing endless rounds of cartwheels as the bidding got serious. At one point I was told to stand up and thrust my chest forward so they could all admire my nice lacy bra.

And then it was sold and the room fell quiet, expectant as Makofin threatened me twice before I gave way and reached up behind me to unclasp my bra.

My bra was snatched away from my hand as I removed it. I stood before them, both arms clutched to my chest.
"Show us your tits." Someone shouted; a cry that was repeated throughout the room.
"Get y'er fuckin' hands out o'the way and lets 'ave a look at y'er."
I dropped my hands and the room erupted into wolf-whistles and filthy jibes.

They wanted me to jiggle my boob's and at first I refused, going bright red as I stood before them, but when someone volunteered to help me out, I felt compelled to oblige and so I gave them a quick wiggle of my shoulders to appease them.

Makofin then offered my panties for auction. Somehow I really didn't think he would go as far as that and I have reason for thinking that. I just didn't believe it was possible.

Several times he had me turn around for the room of bidders to admire such an elegant and inadequate piece of cloth as he put it. The price went through the roof, not that it made any difference to me - one cent or one hundred dollars, I was still going to lose them. And I did.

Once again a hush fell across the room. All eyes fixed on me expectantly. I struggled with inner turmoil, in fact I stood there so long in the almost total silence that it wasn't until one of the henchmen started to climb my stage that I felt compelled to move - God alone knew what lay in store after this.

I slipped my thumbs into the waist of my panties at the hip and slowly lowered them down my legs. I stepped out of them to a thunderous noise as my panties were whisked away.

I stood on my stage totally naked, my hands clutched modestly before me at the join of my thighs...

 

[plainjane]

Jane

This was what had happened to me so long ago. I remembered standing there up on a stage totally nude as all the men ogled me. They auctioned off my clothes, item by irtem. Then they auctioned off my pussy, and fortunately Mako bought me, and I have been his ever since, except when he was asleep or drunk or drugged up and I had sex with one of the others

Knowing just how she felt, I took off her shirt, and walked over to the stage and climbed up with her. I looked at Mako and hoped he would nod yes, as he has done before, to allow me to hold her and shield her, and let her know I was a kindred spirit and willing to be her friend, although I was their woman now, and would never leave the group.

I quietly said "I am Melissa and I belong to Mako. I was here like you are once long ago, and I have fucked every man in the room, including that naked guy over there. His name is Derek and the naked girl is his wife, Angel. She will be auctioned off too."

 

[angelique127]

Angelique

I was getting a bit drowsy...perhaps sleep would help me forget this nightmare we were living through. I did feel safe and secure in Derek's arms, despite that we were naked and vurnable, trapped and prisoners, a million miles away from sanity.

But it wouldn't last long...

We had heard the laughter, and the music blaring, voices cheering, when this lowlife biker came to get us, taking us to the next room, which was filled with even more of these despicable people. Many of them made lewd comments, catcalls, and whistles...none of them I would dare repeat in public !!! I covered myself, the best that I could...my hands over my breasts. Then this biker, I think his name was Dagger...the one who drove us here, pointed to a filhly mattress, instructing me to sit on it. My husband, on the other hand, was rudely shoved down, next to me.

There was some type of auction going on... I noticed a young blonde girl, on top of a table, losing her shirt to that slut, who had fucked my dear husband right in front of me...

God, I hated her... If that wasn't bad enough, this poor young lady lost her jeans to the highest bidder...I watched in amazement as she stepped out of them, and handed them to this male biker...with a evil sneer on his mouth, and a scar on his face...
I tried too, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him... { I was fascinated } His muscled arms were covered with tatooes, and he had an air of authority about him. He wore a leather vest, and on the back of it, it had' Demons M C '. He was probably the most frightening person, I have ever laid eyes on !!!

 

[makofin]

Got a wife in Chino, baby, one in Cherokee,
first one says she got my child,
but it don't look like me...
set out running but, I take my time,
the friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight...might just get some sleep tonight.


Melissa was out of control. She never even made the slightest attempt to control her appetite. For several weeks, it had been brought to my attention, by other members of the Demon's, that her behavior was completely unacceptable.

And if there was one thing I would not tolerate, it was interferance when it came to the captives ! They belonged to me, until I alone decided their fate. They were NOT to be touched, until the proper time came.

I pulled Melissa off the stage, away from the young captive...who she seemed to be protecting, and shoved her towards Dagger. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her outside...kicking and screaming all of the way. Tomorrow, she too would be sold to the highest bidder.

I turned back to the stage, where our young blonde captive stood, naked...with her hands covering herself...

 

[sandmartin]

Jessica:

I stood rooted to the stage, wild eyed and nervous as I stared down at all the men gathered around me, heckling and making obscene comments. I watched the woman who had tried to protect me being dragged, virtually naked, kicking by the hair. They were very rough with her and it frightened me.

Someone was shouting at me; to be precise, half the room were shouting at me. With all the din and racket I couldn’t really hear anything specific and in my dazed state there was little wonder. A hand grasped my ankle, I looked down, snatching my foot clear.

A stubbly face stared up at me, showing dirty broken teeth as he grinned up at me. “Show us y’pussy.”
I tried to ignore him, turning my head away from him.

Suddenly his hand grips my ankle – I shriek and look down. “Take y’fuckin ‘ands out the way before I chop ‘em off!”

I remove my hands and a loud cheer erupts through the room as I expose my carefully groomed thatching of fine blonde hairs, my face turning crimson as I hear their crude comments. I hear more instructions from about the room and try again to ignore them…

 

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Angelique

I watched in amazement as the biker girl was dragged from the room. I didn't feel as sorry for her as I did for the poor young girl, who clothes were being auction off...perhaps it had something to do with the way she had taken my hubby right in front of me ! It seemed she was being punished for something.

I shut my eyes, not wanting to witness what happened to the blonde.Thank God, it was not me up there...as if sitting naked in a room full of criminals wasn't bad enough ! At least no one was paying much attention to us anyway. I then opened my eyes again and glanced over at my hubby...his eyes were locked on the young captive, who had just lost her panties and was standing naked. Derek looked like he almost wished he could join these animals. I tried to block out the rude comments, not wanting to hear...

It was then that I saw them approach...the one with the scar on his cheek and a older man. They both looked down at me, and scarman sneered...he reminded me of a wolf or something...and a chill ran down my spine !
Suddenly they seized me, turning me over on the filthy mattress. I kicked and squirmed to no avail, but I knew it was no use...
" Damn, she's got a fine ass !!!"


Oh God...HELP !!! I am going to be RAPED !!!

Then I felt the needle stick...and I heard a whizzing sound.
" Relax...and this tatoo won't hurt so much !" someone said.
I remember biting somebody's finger...and a gagg was placed into my mouth, to prevent me from screaming...as if anyone would help me anyway. My body relaxed alittle, I knew further resistance was futile, until I felt a sharp, stinging pain on my ass cheek...