by S. J. Lewis
Krissy obeyed, slowly and hesitantly. For all the unpleasant things she’d imagined happening to her this morning, being ordered around by biker chicks had not been among them. She crawled out of the doghouse and started to stand up, but a booted foot on her back abruptly pushed her back down.
“Bitches go on all fours,” the first woman said. “Now get out here so we can get a good look at you.”
“Spud only told us to see how she was,” Krissy heard the other woman say. She hadn’t seen the other woman’s face yet, but the two of them sounded a lot alike.
“How we gonna see how she is if we can’t see all of her?” the first woman snapped as she led the way out of the kennel. “Besides, I want to see all of her. You got a problem with that, Rose?”
“N-no,” Rose replied as she followed after the first woman. “I was just sayin’.”
Wearily, Krissy crawled along behind them. Her many aches and pains had diminished during the night, but had not gone away at all. At least she could stretch out a bit now, though that brought on fresh twinges, especially in her shoulders. And with the sun up, the air was warm. Once she got onto the grass surrounding the kennel she stopped, unwilling to crawl any further.
“Aw, geez, Leather,” she heard Rose say. “Would you just look at those big, juicy tits? I’ll bet this girl has trouble walking upright some days.”
“Nah,” the other woman, who had to be ‘Leather’, replied. “Look at this nice round ass. This bitch is counter-balanced. Looks like she was a naughty girl, too, and someone had to give her a spankin’.”
Krissy felt her face reddening.
“Hey, yeah, you’re right,” Rose went on. “Hey, spread your legs, bitch, and give us a look at that pussy.” She nudged Krissy roughly with her boot. Krissy gritted her teeth and obeyed, keeping her head down and looking at the ground.
“Nice pussy,” Leather commented. “How’d you get it so nice and smooth, bitch? You wax?” When Krissy didn’t answer, she planted a foot on Krissy’s ankle and applied just enough pressure for it to hurt.
“Answer me, bitch,” Leather gritted.
“Yes,” Krissy replied wearily.
“Yes what?” Leather bore down a bit more with her foot.
“Yes, I wax,” Krissy sighed.
“Hurts, right?”
“Yes, it hurts.”
“But the guys like it, don’t they, chowin’ down on your pretty pink clam?”
“Hey, Leather,” Rose spoke up.
“What?”
“Maybe Spud didn’t tell ya, but this bitch likes girls.”
“No shit?” Leather snickered nastily. “And with a body like that I bet she had men chasin’ after her wherever she went, and none of ‘em ever knew they never had a chance.” She kicked Krissy’s hip lightly. “That so, bitch?”
“Yes,” Krissy answered. Then Leather squatted down beside her and began playing with her breasts.
“Oooh.” Leather crooned. “This is the real stuff, too. You like it when your girlfriends do this?”
Krissy bit her lip. Leather slapped her ass hard.
“Yes!” Krissy wailed. “Yes, I like it!”
Leather pinched Krissy’s nipples. “How ‘bout this?”
“No…” Krissy moaned.
“Hey, Rose,” Leather called out to her companion. “Check and see if the bitch is getting’ wet.”
Still staring at the ground, Krissy heard Rose’s boots swishing through the grass, then felt fingers probing at her pussy.
“Nope,” Rose said. “Dry as a fuckin’ bone.”
“Hey, what’s up?” Krissy heard another female voice. “I thought we were only breakin’ in one new bitch.”
“This one’s special, Tats,” Leather replied. “She ain’t joinin’. Spud says we’re just holdin’ her for somebody.”
“No shit?” Tats drew closer. “Damn, kinda a shame. That Princess is a skinny bitch. Hardly any tits at all, skinny little ass. Sucks like a fuckin’ vacuum cleaner, though.”
“Well’ come on over and have a feel,” Leather offered. “These big enough for ya?”
Krissy felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts.
“Oh, man!” Tats chuckled. “These are fuckin’ great! Like two big, warm silk pillows. My man’d just love jerkin’ off between these!”
“You could do just about the same with this ass,” Rose laughed. She gave Krissy’s hip a little smack, making her flinch. As the three biker chicks ran their hands all over her naked body, all Krissy could do was stay there on her hands and knees in the grass and try to endure it. Normally, she liked it when another woman found her attractive, but there was nothing normal about any of this. She felt one of them spreading her pussy lips, and then another one thrusting several fingers up inside of her and wriggling them around. That was too much. She began pounding on the ground with one small fist. It was that or start crying, out of shame and frustration, and she didn’t want them to see her tears.
Then one of them crouched down in front of her, gripped Krissy by her hair and pulled her head up. Krissy found herself staring into Leather’s face. Leather’s eyes were hazel, bright, intent, and maybe a little bit crazy.
“Look at me, bitch,” Leather snarled as Krissy tried to look away. “You look right into my eyes and you don’t fuckin’ look away. Got it?”
“Yes….” Krissy answered in a small voice.
“Keep on finger fuckin’ this bitch,” Leather called out to the other two women without looking away from Krissy. “I want to see what’s goin’ on while you do that.”
“No prob’,” Rose replied cheerfully. “Want me to make the bitch come?”
“Think you can do that?”
“Oh, hell, yeah.”
Krissy felt the fingers probing and wriggling inside of her, sometimes brushing against her clit. She winced the first time that that happened, but tried very hard to keep her face expressionless the next time that happened. From the way Leather smiled, Krissy knew that she hadn’t succeeded.
“Might as well relax and enjoy it, bitch,” Leather purred nastily. “The guys are gonna be a lot less gentle that we are, and there’s a lot more of them than there are of us. Go on. Let go. Get a little grease goin’ for later.”
Krissy felt her body beginning to respond in spite of the repulsive circumstances. She heard Rose snicker.
“I think we got somethin’ goin’ here, Leather,” Rose said.
“Good. Think you can make this little bitch come?”
“Oh, hell, yeah,” Rose replied. “Just keep her pussy spread like that, Tats. I’ll take care of the rest.”
It was unendurable. Krissy shuddered and tried to look away from Leather’s eyes, but Leather clamped a hand on Krissy’s jaw and forced her to look back up.
“One of the guys,” Leather said, her voice low, “He’s over six foot and three hundred pounds. I wanna watch when he fucks you. Would’ja like that, bitch?”
Even if she could have replied…Leather’s grip on her jaw kept her from speaking, nodding or shaking her head…Krissy wouldn’t have. Leather already knew her preferences, and the question was meant to taunt, not be answered. Then Rose did something new to her clit, and Krissy jerked involuntarily.
“I think you’re getting’ to her now, Rose,” Leather smiled.
“What the fuck are you bitches doin’?” It was a new voice, male and gravelly.
“Playing with our new toy,” Leather replied, still focusing on Krissy. “Ain’t she cute?”
“I like them tits,” the man commented. “They real?”
“Oh, yeah,” Leather snickered.
“So…is she just for you three or for everybody?” Krissy couldn’t see the man. He was standing somewhere out of her sight, but she didn’t really want to see what he looked like anyway.
“Dunno,” Leather shrugged. “Spud didn’t say.”
“But he told you you could play with her?”
“Well, he didn’t say we couldn’t,” Leat
her answered. “Rose’s gonna make her come. Wanna watch?”
“Sure.”
Krissy whined. She actually wanted to scream, but she still couldn’t open her mouth. Rose had found a very effective way to finger her now, and had to know it because she kept doing it.
“Real wet now,” Rose announced. “Hey, Tanker, this one likes girls, so I bet her pussy’s nice and tight.”
“Might be now,” Tanker laughed nastily. “Might not be later tonight.”
They all laughed, except for Krissy, who didn’t feel much like laughing anyway. She began shivering as Rose brought her closer and closer to orgasm, forcing a first faint moan out of her.
“Wonder if she’s one o’ them noisy ones.” It was Tats who spoke.
“We’ll find out in a little bit,” Rose replied.
“Oh, yeah,” Leather agreed. “I can see it in her eyes. Any minute now.”
Krissy tried to fight back the sensations, but after a little while she realized that all she could do was delay the inevitable. Still, it was the only kind of resistance she could put up, so she put everything she had into it, even though she knew it was ultimately hopeless.
“Come on, bitch,” Leather said after a few moments. “You’re gonna get your brains fucked out today anyway, so why not let yourself enjoy it a little? Besides, it’s a girl back there tryin’ to get you off. A girl!”
Krissy whined through her nose. Leather’s eyes were locked on hers, and the biker chick’s smile was widening.
“Keep doin’ what you’re doin’, Rose,” Leather said loudly. “She’s fightin’ it, but she’s losin’, and she knows it!”
Krissy whined again. Rose had found just the right method, and it wasn’t possible to even pretend any more. Now she moaned through her nose. She couldn’t help half-closing her eyes, in spite of the fear she had of Leather. She moaned again. The last thing she heard clearly before the avalanche hit was Leather ordering Rose to ‘finish this little bitch off’.
“Gah-damn,” Krissy heard a new male voice exclaim almost reverently. “A body like that, and she comes like that too? She’s gonna put on a killer show!”
Krissy lay on her side in the grass, her body still trembling, her vision still blurry. She felt nothing but aches, pains and shame at what had just been done to her.
“Here,” she heard Rose say. “See how she tastes.”
“All right, all right, show’s over.” Krissy recognized Spud’s voice. “Get ‘er inside and throw ‘er on the mattress.” Big, hard hands gripped her by her wrists and ankles and lifted her up off of the ground. She didn’t have the will or the strength to fight.
Chapter Nine
“Well, little girl, how did you like your holiday in the country?”
Krissy didn’t answer. She simply stayed on her hands and knees on the floor in the back of the big car, feeling the thrum of the engine through the floorboards. Every part of her seemed to be sore or aching.
“Answer me, you willful little bitch, or I’ll take you back and leave you there.” The man’s voice was barely raised at all, but she flinched at the threat. She looked up, but was still unable to meet his terrible gaze.
“Oh, no, sir! Please! Don’t take me back there!” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything, anything you want! Please!”
He seemed more amused than pleased at her response. “Was it such a terrible place?” he asked mildly.
Krissy let her head drop back down and stifled a sob. “It was terrible, sir!” she said. “They…they…treated me like an animal.”
“Yes. And I see that your lovely little body is all black and blue in places, especially that pretty round ass.” He leaned forward to stroke Krissy’s back. “But you must realize that now you are an animal, my dear, and my property. Do you realize that now?”
“Yes, sir.” This time Krissy let herself sob hopelessly. She had thought that she was out of tears by now, but she could feel one trickling down her cheek.
The car hit a bumpy patch, bringing her fresh twinges to all of the places that hurt.
“I imagine it’s not very comfortable there on the floor,” the man said after a moment. “Here, little Krissy, you may climb up and lay down on the seat next to me. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” Krissy sniffled. She didn’t move though, since he hadn’t directly told her to.
“Up you go,” he said as he put his hands under her and lifted. Krissy crawled up onto the seat and curled up, her arms crossed over her breasts, her legs tucked tightly up under her to give some small protection to her ass and pussy. It was a pose she’d taken up many times back there at the farmhouse. She twitched once when she felt his hand come down to rest lightly on her hip.
“Now, my dear,” the man said. “Tell me all the things you did on your holiday.”
“Sir?” Krissy hesitated. She didn’t even want to think about what had been done to her, let alone talk about it.
“Did they treat you well?” he urged.
“No, sir,” Krissy sniffled again.
“Did they beat you, then?”
“S…sometimes…sir.”
“Tell me about that. Now.”
“It…it…it was the women who usually beat me, sir,” Krissy shuddered and sobbed as she was forced to recall and recount it. “They…” she hiccupped…”They used their hands most of the time, but sometimes they used their belts…” Wide, thick leather belts that stung, she remembered.
“Did they beat you because you were disobedient?”
“No, sir!” Krissy wailed. “They…just beat me whenever they felt like it. And they made me beg for mercy, and there was only one way I could get that from them…” Her tears were flowing freely now.
“And how was that?” The hand on her hip began stroking gently. Krissy grasped at this small kindness, even though it was this man who had left her there.
“They made me service them, sir.”
“Oh, come now,” the man said. “You mean that they made you eat their pussies, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Krissy shuddered.
“And the men?”
Krissy shuddered again. “I don’t want to talk about that…sir,” she said as her throat constricted. She felt as if she was going to start bawling any minute.
“But I want to hear about it, so you must talk about it, my dear,” the man said, his voice calm, which was somehow more frightening to Krissy than if he’d yelled at her. It was the voice of a man so used to being in control, in command, that he didn’t ever have to raise his voice to have people obey him.
“Now,” he went on as he gently stroked Krissy’s hip, “I’m sure that they made you suck their dicks, didn’t they?”
“Yes, sir.” Krissy wiped tears from her face and sniffled.
“And they came in your mouth too, didn’t they?”
“Yes, sir!” It came out as an anguished sob.
“Did they make you swallow, my dear?”
“Yes!” Krissy almost shrieked. “Yes, they did, sir! When I just couldn’t do it at first, they…” she shuddered violently…”They did things to me…” Now Krissy was wracked by sobs as tears streamed down her face. The man, the very one responsible for her torment, simply stroked her gently until she had cried herself out.
“I’m sure that was all very unpleasant for you,” he said once Krissy had subsided to mere whimpers and sniffles. “I assume that they fucked you as well. Tell me about it, girl.”
“They did, sir,” Krissy admitted. “Always in front of everybody.” She didn’t tell him how the onlookers had jeered and laughed whenever they raped her, or how they made nasty cracks about how her tits jiggled whenever she was taken hard.
“Missionary position? Doggy-style?” the man inquired. “Tell me.”
“U…u…usually I was on my hands and knees, sir,” Krissy hiccupped as she answered.
“But they left your sweet, round ass alone as I ordered, correct?”
“Yes, sir.” Krissy did not like this turn
in the conversation at all. She seized on a possible way to change the subject.
“Sometimes, sir, when they fucked me like that they used my mouth too. It was horrible! Sir!”
“I’m sure that it seemed that way to you, my dear, but it is something you will simply have to adjust to. You are my property, and I can order you to do whatever I will. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Krissy suddenly felt cold, but not because she was naked. This cold radiated outwards from within, chilling and frightening her all at once.
“Now, did they feed you while you were there?” His hand crept upwards, sliding between her arm and her breast. She didn’t resist. He wanted to feel her up, but he was being gentle about it and she knew she couldn’t bring herself to try to stop him anyway.
“Yes, sir,” she answered as his fingers squeezed her breast lightly. “They made me eat out of a dog dish.”
“Really? Did they feed you dog food as well?”
“Yes, sir. There was another woman there. I only saw her once or twice. They called her ‘princess’ and made her eat out of a dog dish too.” She heard the man laugh softly at that.
“She was being initiated into the gang,” he told Krissy. “Probably some spoiled upper-middle-class bitch looking for excitement and adventure. Do you know how that works, dear Krissy?”
“No, sir.” She didn’t know, and she really didn’t care to learn, but she knew he would tell her.
“They keep her there for a week to ten days, in the hands of the women in the gang. All that time, she’s kept naked and treated like a dog, humiliated and beaten if they feel like it. The only break she gets from that is when the men feel like fucking her or making her suck them off. Women can be very cruel to other women, don’t you agree?” He squeezed Krissy’s breast a little harder. It would not have hurt ordinarily, but her body was so covered with bruises and sore spots that she flinched and whimpered.
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
“They say that they do it to see how tough she is, and how determined she is to join. If she passes the test, they have a little ceremony when she’s accepted into their ranks. Many of the details are quite crude, even disgusting, but I always found the final act interesting.” He said no more. After a moment, Krissy realized that she was supposed to ask him what that final act was.