She was a little more than a block from home when the motorcycle pulled up next to her at the curb. She looked and saw the older boys, worry almost overwhelming her. Two leather clad boys sat one of the bikes while one rode the other.
'Hey, baby,' the leader, on his solo bike with its long handlebars and high sissy bar, said. 'Where you goin'?' She just walked on, paying no attention to them.
'Come on, baby!' the leader said. 'It can't hurt to just say hello, can it?' She stared daggers at him. She'd seen him at the mall several times with his friends. He was obnoxious and pushy at the best of times. 'Now stop!' he cried irritably.
'What do you want?' she said, exasperated. 'Just leave me alone.' He just grinned.
'You want to go for a ride, don't you?' It didn't sound like a question to her as she stood with her hand on her hip defiantly.
'No, I don't want to go for a ride,' she said, shaking her head with the words.
'Snake,' he said. 'Bring her over here to my bike. I'll bet she wants to take a ride.' For the first time, she was afraid as one of the boys got off the second bike and moved toward her. She dropped her bag and ran toward the pool, thinking to get there for help. As she ran, she could hear the boots of the boy closing in behind her and the bike motors revving.
She was across the street from the pool entrance when the motorcycle pulled in front of her with it's smiling driver. A hand caught the back of her tanktop at that moment as she started to sidestep the motorcycle.
She kicked and screamed as the heavy boy behind her pushed her to the motorcycle and the leader lifted her leg over the hot leather seat in front of him. She could feel the more intense heat of the motor between her calves and the squeaky leather against her back.
The motorcycle jumped between her legs as he put his arm around her middle roughly. She didn't see the other boy jump onto the remaining motorcycle to follow.
Paul, waiting expectantly at the pool for her arrival, came out of the entrance and looked down the tree lined street, seeing the two motorcycles turn the corner a block away and accelerate away. Since he hadn't seen her on the bike, he waited for her another hour before he decided to go to her house to check on her.
She was forced to stay still on the speeding machine between her legs and it roared through town and out onto the highway south. As she couldn't have jumped off in town because of the speed, she certainly couldn't on the highway with the wind whipping her hair around her face like snakes striking her all over within its reach.
The bike slowed after what she guessed was five miles and turned onto a dirt road. Accelerating again on the slippery dirt surface, it moved swiftly through the trees for several more minutes before it pulled into the yard of a house. Three other motorcycles were leaning on their kickstands in neat order in front of the house. The leader stopped and let the weight of the bike roll it back beside the others. His heavy boot kicked the stand down so it could lean into the dirt. He shut off the motor and it immediately began popping and crackling as it started to cool.
'What are you doing?' she said loudly, overcoming her temporary deafness from the rushing wind and roaring motorcycle engine.
'Why, we're just gonna have a little fun, baby,' he said, still with one arm around her middle as he nudged her toward the door of the house with his hip. He turned the handle on the door but kicked it open so it banged back against the wall. She noticed, as he moved her past it, that there was a hole in the wall where the inside handle had hit it on numerous occasions. Nearby there was another hole in the wall that looked to be about shoulder height and about 8 inches across. Someone had hit the wall there with a fist or something, she thought.
'Look what I got,' he said into the living room.
Five other people looked up from various positions in the room – a couch, the floor, two heavy chairs. She recognized the rest of his group. Three were leather clad boys and the other two were the tough looking girls that hung around with them. All around them were stacks of garbage, empty pizza boxes, torn magazines, and empty beer cans.
'All right!' one of the boys said as he sat up on the floor, dumping one of the girls from his lap. 'One of those little mall bitches.'
'Yeah,' the leader said. 'Wanted to come see how the other side lives.'
'Yeah? Great! We'll show you, won't we Scorpion?' He looked to the leader. Minni almost thought the silly animal names were funny except for her situation here. She was scared.
'Come on,' the leader said and propelled her down the littered hallway and into a bedroom. He almost threw her toward an unmade military style twin bed covered with grey, stained sheets.
She looked back at him as she caught herself and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. The other five, with the two boys who'd been on the other motorcycle, crowded into the room and fanned out against the other wall. She noticed that there was a mattress on the floor with only a dirty, rumpled sleeping bag on it.
'Okay,' the leader said. 'Take off all your clothes.' It was so matter-of-fact that she could only look at him open-mouthed with surprise.
'What?'
'Take off your clothes! Is that so hard to understand?'
'No,' she said. 'You have to be kidding!'
'Bitch. Tell her.' One of the girls, obviously called Bitch by this group, smiled at her.
'There's no use, baby. Scorpion said to take your clothes off. You might as well do it or he'll do it for you.' She smiled nastily and shrugged her shoulders.
'You can try,' she hissed, poising on the bed.
'All right!' the more articulate of the boys from the living room said. 'I like to watch this.'
The leader smiled evilly and took a step toward her. She kicked out at him but he ducked easily, grabbing her ankle.
'That's the way you want it, that's okay by me,' he said. Now she was really frightened and propelled by it. She kicked again and caught his arm so he let her ankle go. She jumped onto the bed as all the boys moved toward her, holding them off with swinging arms and kicks until the leader caught her ankle again as one of the others caught her arm.
Unceremoniously, she was dumped onto her back on the bed's edge and, as she started to scramble again, felt other hands on her arms and legs, holding her down.
'Rope,' the leader said. 'Pull that shirt off.' Hands were on her, pulling the tanktop over her head as she struggled but she never got an arm free for more than a second as it was peeled off. Then she felt a rope wrap around her wrists tightly. She didn't notice it tied to the end of the bed until they let her arms go and she tried to move, only to find she couldn't.
'Flip for the shorts and panties?' the leader said. She watched, aghast, as everyone flipped coins 'Okay. It's between the Bitch and Roscoe. Flip again. Yeah. The Bitch gets to do it.'
The girl walked toward her, putting the coin back in her tight jeans pocket.
'I told you, you should have just done it yourself,' she said with a nasty grin. The girl reached for the button on her shorts and Minni curled and kicked out, catching her solidly in the breast. It knocked her off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.
'God damn!' she screamed. 'The cunt kicked me in the tit.' With some pleasure, Minni saw the girl holding her breast gingerly. 'Now I gotta get back,' she said though her teeth.
She bounded onto the edge of the bed, her back to Minni's lashing legs, and grabbed Minni's nipple roughly, squeezing hard.
'Ow ow ow!' Minni screamed.
'Fucking cunt,' the girl said. 'Kick me in the tit. I'll twist this sucker all the way off.' Minni thought she already was as she screamed. Then, thankfully, the girl let go and Minni lay still. 'If you kick me again I'll do it for twice as long. Or I'll get one of the guys to really do it right. Got that?'
She turned slightly and Minni felt her unbutton her shorts and unzip down her hip. Roughly, she pulled them down one hip, down some more, out from under her, and then down in front.
'No dice on the panties, guys,' the girl said. 'She ain't wearin' none. Just like these rich mall cunts.'
'You just wanted a new pair of panties, Bitch,' one of the boys said. 'Yours rotted through six months ago.'
