shot.
'Yeah, real nice,' Mike echoed, smirking down at the young blonde. He glanced at his wristwatch, checking the time. 'We still got a couple of hours before we meet with your old man. You know,' he continued, kneeling down in front of Christina and rubbing his fingers over her cheeks. The young woman shrank away. 'You know, I hate to give you up. Man, you're one hell of a little bitch.'
Christina dropped her eyes. If there'd been a knife around she would have stuck it in his eyes. How she hated him at this minute. He was everything she hated in life!
'Stop it! Don't touch me!' she muttered in a quavering voice.
'Hey, you don't like men any more just because you got a little taste of cunt?' Mike said, raising his eyebrows and sneering at her.
Christina stared at him, wishing she could muster the courage to spit in his face.
'You make me… sick,' the girl finally whispered.
Mike's smile dropped.
'No bitch tells me that,' he hissed, jerking one hand up and striking her hard across the right cheek.
Christina's head snapped back from the force of that blow and she fell to one side. Her long blonde hair whipped across her face. The girl raised one hand and rubbed the sore area.
'Man, that's it. Don't let that little bitch sass you back,' some of the others said.
'She's okay, out like a light,' the young blond biker said. He looked around the living room. Most of his buddies were asleep, snoring around the litter of emptied beer cans.
'My gang,' Mike said, staring around at the drunken lot.
'Well, they earned it. We still got some time with her,' Chuck said, glancing meaningfully down at the young blonde teen.
Chuck smiled cruelly, opening and closing his fists. He sensed some action coming up.
'No, no!' Christina said, striking but at the young biker with her hand.
Mike's eyes widened after she slapped him. The biker watched as the girl scrambled to her feet and ran past Chuck. The gang was too drunk to stop her. The animal was barking angrily but remained fixed to the floor. She had her chance, her chance to run to a bathroom and lock the door, perhaps knack out one window and climb to the street. Pride played no part in her plan. Christina didn't care what people might think seeing her running stark naked down the middle of the street.
Chuck grabbed her by the wrist as she flew by.
'Ohhhh!' Christina cried, nearly stumbling to the floor. But this time, the girl managed to regain her balance and wrenched free of the blond biker, sending him pitching forward against the chair.
Laughing with triumph, Christina felt a fresh flow of energy as she flew down the darkened corridor. No, she didn't want to go to the bedroom. The door there was so badly off the hinges it would never close. She could hear Mike and Chuck scrambling to their feet and starting after her.
'Oh!'
The bathroom! Quickly, she darted to the right and slid into the small tiled room, slamming the door shut and throwing the bolt. Christina turned around and leaned heavily against the door, catching her breath. Mike and. Chuck ran past the room, shouting at the others and cursing them for being so drunk.
'She upstairs?' Chuck shouted.
Christina moved from the door, walking past the broken sink. The window was several feet above the bathtub. Stepping into the old fashioned tub, the young woman tried to pry the window open.
'Uhh!' she grunted. Christina had been weakened by her ordeal. That, plus the fact that the window had swollen against its surrounding frame, made it impossible for the girl to open it.
'Damn, damn!' Christina muttered, hearing Mike and Chuck return.
'Gotta be in there.'
She knew where 'there' was and felt a chill of terror shoot through her loins.
'Open up, you fuckin' slut,' Mike shouted. Then there were kicking sounds. She could hear the wood molding cracking under the pressure. Then the door flew open, banging against the sink. Screaming, the young woman backed against the wall and covered her face with both hands. She could only imagine what new terrors and pain these two men had in store for her.
Christina felt a scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide as she sucked in air. She edged backward, feeling her feet slide along the filthy bathtub bottom.
'Man, that wasn't nice at all,' Mike said, his voice trembling. Behind him, she could make out Chuck, his face as grim as his buddy's.
'No don't I'm… sorry.'
'Shut up!' Mike shouted, taking her by the arm and jerking her forward. Christina slid over, her knees striking the inner edge of the tub. He kept pulling her, sending the young woman pitching over the side, sprawling onto the bathroom floor.
'Ohhhhh!' she moaned, feeling the world spinning around dizzily. Her legs and arms hurt from the fall.
'Gag her,' Mike said, tearing an old towel from a nearby rack and tossing it to Chuck.
Christina screamed again, terrified by what the men were going to do to her. She'd defied them, had actually struck one of them. The rest of the gang couldn't hurt her now. But these two could do all the damage they wanted to.
'Nooooomffffff!'
Christina struggled, kicking at the two men until an open-handed slap at her face stunned her. The blow shocked her mind. Christina couldn't think straight. It was as if she were watching herself, unable to move while Chuck jammed the musty cloth into her mouth then slapped her again.
'We don't like cunts to fight back. You see that bitch who you sucked off? See them burn marks? What do you think caused em, huh? Man, baby, you're gonna have a couple of them marks before you leave here,' he said, standing up and fishing out a scratched, silver-plated lighter. Christina remembered the brunette and her marred flesh. That memory made her want to shriek again. She felt like she wanted to throw up.
CHAPTER NINE
They took Christina back to the rear bedroom, lighting a small hurricane lamp to illuminate the area. Mike held her down while Chuck tied her arms and legs to the metal bedframe with some old torn sheets they'd found in the closet. She tugged at the linen bonds as they chafed her sensitive flesh. The thought that she was completely helpless nearly drove her mad with terror.
'Hold her down,' Mike ordered as he watched her jerk her head up to see what was happening. Chuck slapped her several times until the men heard a groan escape from behind the gag. Reluctantly, Christina dropped her head to the crushed pillow and waited for the next degrading incident.
'Little fuck-pig,' Mike muttered, flipping open the top of the lighter and spinning the flint wheel.
Christina watched as the sparks ignited a small yellowish flame.
'Ever see flesh burn up, baby? We ain't done somethin' like this for a long, long time. We ain't as bad as them Heathens. But right now, honey, you make me real, real mad,' Mike said, his eyes glittering. The flame made his face look like something risen straight from hell.
'You gonna burn 'er?' Chuck asked.
Mike said nothing, fishing out a pack of cigarettes from one pocket of his leather jacket and jamming a smoke into his mouth. Sending his head while still keeping his eyes on the moaning, twisting blonde teen, he lit the cigarette, flipping the top of the lighter back down. Christina sighed. At least he wasn't going to incinerate her with that flame. 'Yeah, but real slow,' he whispered, moving toward the bed.
Christina's eyes focused on the glowing cigarette. She tried moving her legs but the linen bonds held her fast. The girl sobbed into the filthy gag, curling her fingers, clawing at the dirty top sheet.
'Maybe I should start here, right on this nipple,' Mike said, sitting on one end of the bed. Christina felt the mattress sag badly as he reached over and held the burning cigarette an inch above her nipple. She cringed away. The heat of the tip grew slowly. She could smell the sharp aroma of the burning tobacco. Her flesh reddened from
