one knee up into her belly, knocking the wind from her temporarily while stunning her. 'Ohhhfff!'
At the same time, he jammed his pissed-on fingers into her mouth, making her swallow the foul urine. Christina gagged and sobbed, swallowing her own piss. He pinned her to the wall, shoving his fingers down so far he was almost touching her tonsils. He laughed, pleased at the outcome of this incident.
'Ohhhhhhhh, damn you, damn you all,' the girl whispered, holding her hands over her belly and sucking in air.
'Don't like this, eh, baby?' another biker said, throwing his empty can of beer at the cringing girl. It struck her on the forehead, making her cry out in pain and surprise. She reeled to one side, her head striking the side wall.
'Come on, babe, put out to us the way you been fuckin' them two,' another pot-bellied hood said, taking her roughly by the left arm and jerking her down toward the sofa.
Christina stumbled then caught her balance. She screamed, feeling a flash of hatred for all of them. She tore at his eyes and clawed at his cheeks.
He was stunned at first, remaining passive. As her nails cut deep, he threw her off, wiping blood from his cheeks while muttering about the 'dumb slut' who tried to get him.
'A fightin' slut,' Mike said behind her. 'We'll take care of you.'
He dragged her backward, her heels dragging on the floor. Christina struggled, her heart racing. She felt her scalp crawling with terror. Her flesh puckered up into goosepimples.
'Ohhhhh!' the girl cried, feeling herself being spun around. Her arms shot out as she fought for balance. Stumbling over her own feet, Christina pitched forward, her knees and palms striking the floor at the same time.
The sudden shock of stopping so abruptly and violently stunned the girl into inaction. That was just enough time for Mike and the others to make their moves. The blonde teen heard something snap to one side of her head. Shaking, Christina blinked twice and rolled her eyes up, seeing that Mike was holding his belt again. But this time he looked as if he were serious about using it. He'd cracked it once or twice on the beach to frighten her. But now…
Christina moaned, rolling on her ass and wiggling away from the bikers who fell silent, moving behind their leader and watching for his next move.
'No, no,' Christina moaned, shaking her head slowly from side to side. Already she could feel the cold touch of that wide band of leather as it sliced into her flesh. Mike advanced slowly, his boots scraping the floor as she scooted backward. He kept snapping the belt, letting the pointed tip strike the floor. The sound reminded the girl of the report of a small pistol.
Christina felt that as long as she kept out of his reach she was safe. The other members of this gang wouldn't touch her without Mike's permission.
'Come here, baby, come here and let me teach you a few things about hurtin',' he said soothingly.
It was a nightmare.
'No,' she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he drew closer.
Terror knifed through the numbing scene surrounding her. This wasn't a dream. Christina knew the brutality that bubbled close to the surface in Mike. She could only imagine the cruelty of the others behind him. The girl guessed when he was finished, she would be turned over to the others. What was left?
'I'm gonna teach you not to fight back when one of the gang wants to knock you up, unnerstan'?' Mike said. Behind him, the gang bellowed approval.
'Please, Mike,' she sobbed. 'Oh, please, don't do this to me. Oh, please!'
Nothing in her past had prepared her for this. She slid backward, her terror stricken eyes wide and focused on that black belt…
'Run for it, baby, go on, run for the door,' Mike said, his eyes glittering with unholy lust.
Like a robot, the girl did as she was told, panic replacing reason. She turned. Like an animal, she sped out of reach temporarily from the cracking belt. The tips of her tits brushed over the floor while several hands shot out and beat at her round asscheeks. Christina tried to crawl faster and slipped, falling facedown onto the dirty living room floor.
'Ohhh!' Christina cried, sliding on her side and finally coming to rest next to the sofa.
'It's all over, honey. Race is finished,' Mike said, stepping up to her and raising the belt over his head – bringing it down hard. As Christina turned over, her arms flailing around as she tried to cover herself, the biker brought his belt down. It sliced along her ribs, just below her left tit.
'Aggghhhh!' Christina squealed, her knees jerking up to her tits.
Mike swung the belt over his head like a lasso. The girl peered up, watching it arc through the air and come back down at her. The pointed tip chewed flesh along her hips this time. She screamed in a mindless torrent of sound, scooting away from him. She was stopped by the large chair that stood immovable. 'Ahhhhhhhhhhh!'
Christina was helpless. She shrieked like an animal in pain and terror. She was completely unable to protect herself. It was all so useless. He was going to peel the skin down from her tits to her kneecaps no matter what she did. Why should she fight him? She'd die right here in the cabin while her parents were scurrying around in the middle of the night trying to raise money to free her.
The belt came down. Christina rolled away. Preservation. That was the only thing keeping her going. It was sheer animal self-preservation that made her duck and wiggle like a fish out of water while Mike pursued her. It would be self preservation that would give her strength to survive this ordeal – if indeed she could survive.
CHAPTER SIX
Christina tried to keep quiet. Mike kept hitting her with that belt. The line of pain moved closer to her cunt.
'Uhhhhh!' she groaned, covering her mouth with one hand and rolling back onto her belly. He whacked her reddened asscheeks again and again, making her taut round ass jiggle like two large mounds of pudding. The blonde teen crawled on the floor, feeling particles of dirt work into her moist fuck-crack. The bikers were getting drunker by the minute, pouring beer on her body, kicking her, hitting her, threatening her with a gang rape. And all the while Mike flailed away at her ass with his belt.
'Hey, man, ain't she had enough?' Chuck asked, putting a restraining hand on his buddy's arm.
Mike shuddered, wiping the sweat from his face and forehead while letting his right arm go limp. The biker stared down at the sobbing teen and smiled, observing how many dark-red whip stripes she had on her white flesh. Christina's tiny body shivered with pain, shame and excitement.
'Yeah, enough of this. Shit, good thing you stopped me. I would've pounded her into mincemeat,' Mike said, throwing the belt away.
'Hey, come on, show ain't over yet, is it?' some of the bikers began to ask.
'Naw, it ain't over. Just beginnin',' Chuck answered back, winking at Mike.
The two of them backed away and whispered something in the ear of a third. Christina stifled her sobs and dared to turn her head around. Peering through strands of hair curtaining her face, she saw Chuck and the third biker disappear into the darkness of the kitchen behind her.
'We got us a little prize from that rumble you heard about. Got the leader's girlfriend,' Mike said, nodding his head toward the kitchen doorway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'Go for it!' Mike shouted.
Christina plunged and writhed and grunted with the maddening tickle that was building to a sharp peak. It choked off her breathing as mind-blasting spasms tore through her pussy.
Christina lay in a heap on the floor, fighting down her rising guilt. The stale odor coming from the old frayed
