causing a tiny flow of blood to start. With the heavier flood from inside her cunt, she was sure she'd bleed to death.
'Hey, don't get me wrong, baby doll. I'm not so cruel, you know? I just want you to know who's the boss around here. All the guys know it. So do those fat-assed broads.' He pointed with the gun toward the jeep where many of the women had gathered to watch the show.
'Why? Why?' she moaned over and over.
'Because I am the head honcho of this club, that's why. I don't want you forgetting it – not now, never. Now, baby doll, how about licking off the barrel of my gun? You got it all bloody.'
He held the pistol up for her to lick. She started to cringe backwards away from it. His hand flashed out and laced through a blonde lock of her hair. He pulled her face toward his gun.
'Lick it clean. Now!'
Sobbing, she thrust out her, tongue and began licking her own cunt's blood off the weapon. With the salty tang of the blood came gun oil and a bitter metallic flavor that made her want to gag. She held back the reflex motion. Puking all over his gun wouldn't make the man any nicer.
She knew he wasn't going to let her go. He was going to keep on doing crueler and crueler things to her. But she'd get free. He couldn't watch her all the time. There had to come a time when he ignored her for a few seconds – and she'd be gone.
The only problem she could see was: would he kill her before she could get away?
In a way she didn't understand, she got off on all the hideous things he was doing to her. He looked so commanding, so much like her father, she wanted to obey – and then he ordered her to do something terrible and disgusting like licking her own pussy blood off his gun after he'd stuffed it all the way up her injured cunt.
She hated him – and more. It was that extra… something… she didn't quite understand.
'Good job. Clean as a whistle. You're a real good addition to the camp, don't y'all think so?' he said to the gathered members of the club.
A few mumbles and then one of the women called out, 'Yeah, but what about Dottie? What's yer old lady gonna think of this new piece of ass?'
'I don't give a shit what she thinks. I'm going to induct baby doll into our club. Wanna be a member of the Maniacs Motorcycle Club?'
Her green eyes looked at him. This time there was no pleading in them. Only a numbness showed through, a dead quality. He laughed.
'She wants to join!'
'Hey, you going to induct her with Knuckles and Ivan still banging your old lady out back?'
'Hell, yes. If Dottie's so sex-hungry she'll let Ivan stick his mutated member up her quivering quim, that's her tough luck. Me and baby doll here are going for a little ride. Get my chopper warm, Blackstone.'
One of the gang walked over to a ponderous Harley, straddled it and jumped on the kick starter. He revved it a couple times, then clambered off, obviously uncomfortable being on his leader's machine.
'Okay, baby doll, all you got to do is sit back and enjoy the ride. Think you can handle that?'
Karen knew there was, more to it than that. There had to be. This sadistic beast wasn't capable of merely taking her for a ride on his cycle. Still, she nodded, then asked, 'Are you going to take the ropes off my hands? My fingers are getting cold. I think all the blood's been cut off.'
He spun her around and looked at her hands. Then he told her, 'Naw, they're just now starting to get a little puffy. You can get them cut off when you get back your ropes, that is!' He laughed when she'd started at the thought of having her hands sliced off.
With a quick rip, he removed the tattered rags still clinging to her body. He licked his lips at the succulent sight of her teenaged body, so tender and inviting. He kissed her, but there was no passion in it.
'Okay, baby doll, you and me are going for a little ride. But what a Goddamn ride it'll be!'
He scooped her up under one arm and carried her to his chopper. With a quick jerk, he ran down the zipper of his fly and let his erect cock snap out into the air.
'It's cold. I think I want some warm female flesh surrounding me. All you got to do is hang on the best you can. And if you don't, you're a goner. Got it, baby doll?'
He climbed into the saddle of his motorcycle, got up on the pegs and leaned back. His cock was rigid and pointing directly up at the sky. Karen tried to take her eyes off that red pillar of prick and found she couldn't. There was something absolutely hypnotic about it.
Before she understood what was happening, hands lifted her up and dropped her over that upright cock. She felt it drive up into her tormented cunt, then a warmth flooded her insides. Naked, she faced the leader of the gang, his cock throbbing with virile life in her twat.
He reached up on each side of her and gunned the bike a couple times. Satisfied, he said to her, 'Lean back against the handlebars and put your legs around my waist. If you don't, you'll be chopped up into hamburger in nothing flat.'
She did as she was told, finding this slid the cock back and forth in a sensuous way. It wasn't like a powerful fucking, but her cunt couldn't take very much of that right at the moment. Just sitting there, the cock resting quietly in her pussy, the bike vibrating with power, she was almost contented. The vibrations were passed along to the cock and that made it feel like a vibrator inside her.
The quivering cock seemed to soothe her manhole, make it relax. She tightened the grip of her legs around his waist and felt the prick sink a little deeper up her twat. It felt like sheer heaven in comparison to the things that had been done to her.
The man looked at the sexy package of female wrapping herself around his waist. He felt his cock tightly held in the cavern of her snatch. The soft folds wrapped around his length like velvet. With her hands tied behind her back, her shoulders went back and her tits were shoved forward. Her knockers weren't small to start with.
He gunned the bike a couple times feeling his cock resonate within her pussy. But the way her boobs bounced around like jello on a plate made him really hot for her. The coppery disks surrounding her nipples got even ruddier as her passion built. He knew then she was getting off on this.
Would she be surprised when the rest of it came!
But at the moment, he wanted to make sure his bike was properly warmed up – and his cock was properly inserted all the way up her twat. Her flat belly promised strong muscles to grip his prick when the time came. And the soft thighs resting on either side of his waist gave him a momentary desire to throw her off the bike and fuck the hell out of her.
He resisted the temptation. This was going to be more fun. After he got going.
He wiped a grimy hand across his mouth, adjusted his headband to keep his greasy hair out of his eyes and then asked, 'Are you ready, baby doll? This is gonna be the experience of your sweet life!'
Without waiting for an answer, he gunned his bike, sending it roaring off down the road.
The sudden pounding as the motorcycle lurched and clung to the road caught the teenager by surprise. She tightened her legs around his waist as she felt a sudden attack of dizziness. Of all the things she was expecting, this was about the last on her list. She hadn't ever thought he would go tearing off across the desert with her precariously hung on the bike, impaled by his cock, her legs wrapped around his waist.
She tried to hold herself up, hands on the gas tank. It worked a little, but she quickly found all she could do was keep her head from banging against the handlebars.
The man's cock bounced up and down, seemingly even harder than the bike as it traveled the dusty road. She realized then what this induction ceremony was.
Hell.
Each time he'd hit a bump in the road, his cock sailed in and out of her cunt. She felt the vibrations all through her body. In a way it was sexy, sensuous, but in another it was just another degrading performance. Hating him, she decided to try and enjoy the hell out of this. It was a dangerous way to screw but she doubted that was in his mind. It was a big macho trip. She wondered what would happen if she could get him to come, make him lose his precious erection.
Would that end the trip?
She suddenly decided this was the idea. Trying to get him to cum was the name of the game.
Realizing this, she began using her stomach muscles to the best of her ability. It was hard work, being
