8 comments/ 209910 views/ 32 favorites A Honeymoon That Would Never End By: Orexis To organized motorcycle enthusiasts who read this story. It is not my intent to generalize or demonize those law-abiding folks who enjoy riding as a past time, but the stereotype works for this piece of fiction. No disrespect intended. ********** Carla continued to kneel, not knowing what else to do. If she stood or did anything other than what she was told, they might start beating George again, or worse yet start beating her. To this point they hadn't struck Carla. In fact they hadn't hurt her at all, if you didn't count bruising her throat as they had forcibly face-fucked her, or pinching, pulling and biting her nipples, or ripping her clothes away from her body to get at her concealed charms. They had only used her mouth, so far, but Carla had no doubt they would do what they wanted with her and George for that matter, until they were through with them. Hopefully that would be soon and they wouldn't kill them when they had no further use for them or grew tired of using them. The thought caused Carla's pussy to convulse and get wet. She quickly rationalized it as a defense mechanism she had no control over and not some form of arousal as her body responded and betrayed her. She reasoned her pussy convulsing was to cause her juices to flow and her juices flowing were so they wouldn't rip her apart when they fucked her. She knew they would fuck her but refused to see that quite possibly the real reason for her body's lust reaction just might be her enjoyment of the rough usage she had endured to this point. She did chance cleaning the cum from her face and tits. Her beautiful wedding gown had been ripped down the front exposing her smallish B-cup breasts, the charming sweetheart neckline of the vintage wedding gown torn irreparably to her waist. George was Carla's husband, for all of the last 8 hours. Both 29 and college educated professionals, they had dated for nearly three years before George had finally asked her to marry him, then another year of planning and saving money before they had married, six months of that living together to save even more money. The wedding had been this morning. Carla had wanted a garden wedding and to be a June bride. The heat in their Southern state in June could be brutal, and the humidity certainly was. So Carla had planned a late morning wedding before the day's heat settled in, in earnest. The wedding had taken place in the arbor garden of the quaint little country church they both attended and where they had met. It had been performed in the garden immediately before the regular Sunday morning church service. The preacher had conducted an abbreviated sermon service and then the wedding party had left for the reception. Afterwards, George and Carla had left the reception to go to their shared apartment, change clothes and head for the airport to fly off to their planned honeymoon on one of the romantic islands of the Caribbean. On the secluded county road on the way from the church to their semi-rural apartment, they had had a flat. George had gotten out to change it when the bikers showed up. About fifteen to twenty of them, they had seemed friendly and hospitable at first. Eyeing George's fancy suit from the wedding the first biker approaching George in a group of about a half-dozen heavily-muscled, grizzled, mean looking men, spoke, "You are too finely dressed to be getting down and dirty changing a tire, let us do that for you." Then looking in the car and seeing Carla sitting in her wedding gown added, "and a newlywed too. This isn't right on your wedding day." George had merely smiled and mumbled his "thank you." Then opened the trunk for them to get to the task. They had changed the tire and then got angry when George tried to pay them. The man who had done all the talking to this point and seemed to be the leader spoke again, angrily this time, "We do you a good deed, a gift on your wedding day, and you dis us by offering money? What kind of a sorry individual are you? Did your parents not teach you courtesy and respect?" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect...." Was George's stilted reply. He was obviously confused at this sudden turn of events. Another of the bikers stepped up, interrupting George. A mountain of a man and joined in the suddenly heated discussion. "Sorry is right. Looks like you need more lessons in courtesy." The huge man swung his arm and it landed in the pit of George's stomach. His wind suddenly deprived from him George doubled over, grabbing his assaulted midsection with both hands. The mountain with legs suddenly swung his arm again, and the open palm of his huge hand slapped the side of George's head knocking him to the ground. Then strangely, he lifted George to his feet and helped him into the driver's seat of the car. As if on que a dozen or so of the biker's that had stayed on their bikes at the back of the pack, drove around and took up positions in front of the car. After Mountain closed the car door, the leader stuck his head in the window. "You will follow these gentlemen," the leader swept his hand to indicate the group of bikes in front of the car, "if you don't we will kill you." He said tapping George in the side of the head with a large automatic pistol. "Understand?" "Yes" replied George, nervously. The bikers in front started off and George fell in behind them the others quickly returning to their bikes and falling in behind George and Carla's car, so the car was surrounded by roaring motorcycles. Carla had noted they all seemed to have a different club name on their leather jackets. Some said "Sons of" something, others had names that had either 'Devil's' or 'Satan's' in the name. Yet, Carla had also noted they all wore a red "1%" on the breast panel of their jackets just above the heart. She was committing as much detail to memory as she could to be a good witness if what would surely turn into a criminal case, materialized. She was scared and asked George for his assessment on the trip that followed. "What do you think they are going to do George?" She asked a tremble of fear tingeing her voice. "Anything they want probably. I don't know baby, but we must go with whatever to stay alive." George didn't want to scare Carla, but felt she needed to understand the gravity of the situation if she didn't already, so added, "they might kill us otherwise." Carla already realized that death was a possible outcome. And George's 'anything they want' comment had Carla realizing sex would likely be involved. The prospect of being raped and used by these cruel men scared her but also excited her to a degree. She felt her pussy throb and her juices flow as she pondered the possibilities. The lead bikers turned onto a dirt road about two miles up from where they had found George and Carla on the side of the road. The small rutted road, wandered through woods until about a mile in it came to a clearing. Three singlewide mobile homes had been set up in a horseshoe configuration. Around the edges of this horseshoe compound were small rustic cabins. The lead bikers stopped in front of the trailer compound and after George had stopped the car in the parking area by the horseshoe-configured dwellings, the bikers drove to the various cabins and begin to dismount their bikes. At one of the far cabins, a naked woman emerged as the biker who had pulled up in front, turned off his bike and dismounted. The two returned to the cabin's interior. The leader and a few of his cohorts walked up to the windows on either side of the car and ordered George and Carla out of the car. The two were alternately led and dragged to the mobile home in the center of the compound. It's front had an awning that created a small courtyard between itself and the two anchoring trailers on either side, littered with old furniture. Carla was pushed onto an old dirty sofa, while George was set in a wicker-bottom chair and his arms tied behind him. The leader walked over to where Carla was sitting. "On your feet bitch." He said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly to her feet in front of him. Carla stood trembling as the leader looked her up and down. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the face and kept her face inclined toward the ground, submissively. Her nipples had suddenly stiffened when he had jerked her to her feet. Carla hadn't worn a bra under the gown. Her breasts were still firm and stood up like a young teens do, without support, so when the antique gown she had located on the Internet had a sweetheart neckline, which had looked so good without a bra, she had decided to go braless for the wedding. The gown after all was made before bra's existed. Now her nipples pressed the gown and could not be denied in their excited presence. The leader grabbed the front of her gown. Before Carla had a chance to react to his hand slipping into the bodice of the gown, he had jerked his hand toward the floor. The beautiful vintage gown ripped to the waist and Carla's breasts sprang free of their restraints. The leader reached out and grasp a hard nipple. Carla's hand came up to stop him, but he grasp her hand with his other hand and pulled it away. He pinched the nipple hard and twisted it. Carla didn't flinch, but she kind of winced as the pressure increased followed by the pain. The leader positioned Carla's hand that had tried to stop his manipulations of her turgid nipple, at her side. When he released her hand, she kept it at her side. He now used both hands to pinch, pull and twist her hard nipples. At first she tried to twist her body away from the painful attention he was applying to her nipples. Having smallish tits, they were extremely sensitive. As his painful manipulations continued, the pain started to become pleasurable and, almost imperceptibly, she started at first leaning into his manipulations, then to slowly respond to them. She was ever so lightly pressing her breasts into his hands. As the pain became pleasurable to Carla, she felt her juices begin to flow copiously. She couldn't understand it, her mind was screaming no to the degradation, pain and humiliation being heaped on her, but her body liked what was she was being forced to endure. Gradually at first, but the pain was becoming pleasurable none-the-less. When he bent and took a turgid nipple into his mouth, Carla let out a quiet moan. The leader suckled first one breast while continuing to handle the other roughly. When he switched from one breast to the other he suddenly bit down on the button sticking out so turgidly from the underlying breast flesh. The pain flashed through Carla and she jumped. The leader was prepared and didn't lose his hold on the erect nipple. "Ouch!" exclaimed Carla, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure for the woman, and at the very instant she uttered her protest, she arched her back and pressed her abused breast harder into the biker's torturous mouth. Her wedding gown was a three-piece affair. A bodice over jacket designed to be worn over a corset or similar style lingerie, to which Carla had layered over a white bustier to cover her upper body. She didn't need the restrain or manipulate her figure at all as it had all the right curves in all the right places. She had chosen it because it was the kind of lingerie George liked, and she didn't have a corset and the bustier was the style that had garters to hold up her stockings. A separate taffeta overskirt covered the antique petticoats she wore. Underneath, her pussy was freshly shaven and framed by the stocking suspenders that originated at the bustier. She had decided not to wear panties when she had decided not to wear a bra. The skirts were ripped from her body now, leaving her only standing in stockings, bustier, and heels. Her face lowered where she couldn't make eye-contact with her tormentors, she blushed a deep crimson on both cheeks, yet the juices had begun to flow so freely they were now starting to trickle down the insides of her thighs. "On your knees slut." The leader bellowed at Carla. She knew instinctively what would come next and refused with the only smidgen of defiance she had in her body. Her knees locked into a rigid stance and she made no move to comply. Reaching between her legs, the leader cruelly and viciously jammed a finger into her swampy cunt. Carla quickly swiveled her hips to rid herself of the invader. "I said on your knees" the leader repeated. His hand came off her crotch and when she swiveled her hips back to center, the palm of his hand smacked loudly on her pussy. The pain was momentarily intense and Carla felt a tear form in one eye and slowly trickle down her cheek and a wave of nausea swept through her stomach, but she refused to utter a sound. After a brief instant, the pain turned to warmth that felt like it was vibrating through her crotch and belly. When she again defiantly stood her ground, he nodded at his Mountain sized cohort. Mountain moved to where George was tied to the chair and struck him hard on the side of the head with his sledgehammer-like fist. George's head bounced off the opposite shoulder and Mountain open-handed him across the face as his head came back to upright. Blood immediately appeared at the corner of George's lip and squirted from his broken nose. "On your knees slut." The leader bellowed again. When she was slow to start to respond, again standing defiantly, Mountain struck George again knocking the chair and him over from the force of the blow. Mountain righted the chair with George still tied to it, upright again. "I'll do as you say," the defeated Carla said swallowing hard, "please don't hit him any more." Carla began to slowly sink to her knees. The leader slid the zipper on his fly down and pulled his semi-erect cock from his pants. He gestured toward Mountain, who went to George and pulled his slacks and boxers down to his ankles. Reaching for George's cock and balls, Mountain began to apply pressure while pulling a large hunting knife from the sheath in his belt. The leader turned toward the kneeling Carla. "Now suck it slut, and if you decide to get overly aggressive or use too much teeth, Mule here will just cut off your husbands cock and balls and feed them to the dogs. That wouldn't make for much of a married life now would it?" Carla didn't answer the rhetorical question and tentatively reached out and grasp the leaders awakening cock in one hand, looking up just enough to see the obvious pain in George's eyes as Mountain squeezed his cock and balls. Carla leaned in and flicked her tongue along the head of the cock in her hand. Though his precum tasted similar to George's, he also tasted of salt, sweat, and urine, almost as if he hadn't had a bath in days. Carla loved sucking cock, but George usually took a shower immediately before they made love and so tasted neutral and clean. This cock was dirty tasting. Moreover, her husband was watching her service another man orally. "I said suck it slut, not play with it." The leader bellowed. Carla was just about to refuse when Mountain moved to George's side again ready to strike him some more. Also at that moment George's words in the car came back to Carla. "...we must go with whatever to stay alive, they might kill us otherwise." Though George literally emasculated was a concern to Carla, the thought that scared her more was he would probably bleed to death as their captors did nothing to help. Carla opened her mouth and took the leader's nasty tasting cock into her oral orifice. She found that after only a moment his dirty taste diminished and became more of just a manly-scent like taste. She began to suck the cock with diligence and attention. As long as she was going to have to do this and it was to save George and possibly her from a beating or worse, she was going to do a good job. Originally there had only been three or four bikers standing around, but while Carla sucked the leader's cock, others began to wander up. They began to heckle Carla as she sucked. "Look at the slut suck. I think she is getting off on sucking your cock boss." Said one of the observing bikers. "Yeah boss, watch her. It looks like she is trying to suck your balls out through your cock. Maybe she eats balls for breakfast, so be careful boss." The group cackled at the degradation their heckling was heaping on Carla. Carla felt a momentary sense of pride at the heckling accolades she was receiving and redoubled her efforts. The overwhelming feeling though was humiliation, but that spurred her on in a strange way to try to gain respect. The leader's hands grabbed fistfuls of Carla's hair and began to thrust his hips in counter-rhythm to Carla's head bobs. Each thrust a little more of his turgid fuckstick would disappear into Carla's face. She wasn't sucking him as much as he was fucking her face. The first time his cock tried to enter her throat, Carla gagged, briefly. Carla had not yet learned to deep-throat, though she had tried it with George. She steeled herself, because she knew she would 'learn' it now. On the next thrust, the entire head of his cock slipped forcefully into her throat. She gagged and felt a moment of panic when she realized she couldn't breath with his cock in her throat. Quickly gaining control of her panic and resigning herself to what was occurring, Carla began to try to establish a rhythm to her breathing to correspond with her tormentor withdrawing from her throat. After a moment she was able to take his cock all the way in her throat and not suffocate, too. The leader was a bit larger than average, yet Carla was taking all of his cock into her mouth and throat. After a couple of his throat-clogging thrusts, Carla's gag reflex turned off. She began to suck again, drawing a vacuum on his cock in her mouth. The leader stopped his vicious thrusting and allowed her to resume her sucking. Carla acquired a good technique quickly, as a matter of survival. She would bob her head three or four times on the head end of the cock, then she would take him to the balls in her mouth and throat. Drawing a vacuum she would slowly draw the cock out of her throat until just the tip remained and then start the cycle again. After two or three cycles like this, she would take him out of her mouth and lick his balls, then up the shaft and begin the whole process over again. Bob, bob, bob, throat, vacuum, slow withdrawal. She was working so diligently after a time it was no longer the forced task it had started out being. Carla loved a hot, hard cock in her mouth and without any thoughts on the matter in her mind, she began to enjoy what she was doing. This resulted in added effort to her rapidly improving oral talents. With Carla doing such a good job, it didn't take long for the leader to feel his balls draw up as his cock prepared to spew the contents of his balls. The first shot caught Carla unawares and it and the next one quickly filled her mouth with his spew. Carla didn't know what to do, she had never taken a load in her mouth except by George on one occasion when he had lost control. She had been mad at him for days after that event. Now though she felt she must swallow without being told to do so. But her mouth was filling quickly and she couldn't swallow with her mouth full of cock. Fortunately, the airway through her nose was clear so she could breathe. The leader answered her dilemma though as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The next jets from his cock splattered Carla on the face and tits. Ropes of his sticky goo hung from her forehead, nose, and just below one eye and adorned both breasts and her upper chest. With the cock gone from her mouth, Carla quickly swallowed the mouthful of cum, and it occurred to her the taste wasn't that objectionable and in an instant the thought flashed through her mind 'Why do I object to swallowing a man's cum'? A Honeymoon That Would Never End When the leader stepped back, putting his cock away, and zipped his pants another of the bikers that had been standing heckling her stepped up his flagging cock already out and ready for her to service. Carla reached out and took the offered cock into her hand and almost lovingly started to suck it. Her newly acquired technique had her getting this new tormentor off quickly. She was easily deep-throating now, and her vacuum and slow withdrawal technique was like milking the cock. In just a moment this new cock added to the spew on her chest and face. Then another stepped up and Carla had to dispatch his hardon. This went on until Carla had sucked all of the more than a half-dozen bikers that were assembled there. She was thankful the whole gang wasn't present, because Carla knew she would have had to suck them all off. Her gag reflex had turned off completely and though she enjoyed sucking cock, and had found as much enjoyment as she could in what was happening, she was exhausted and glad it was seemingly over. She couldn't understand why her cunt was drooling her girl juices all over the insides of her thighs, though. Was this exciting to her or was her body betraying her. She didn't have long to think about it. The leader turned to the Mountain sized man who had stood watching George the whole time and spoke. "Mule get in there and get your share of the little bitch." "I think I will wait for the other end. She can suck me after I fuck her." Was Mules reply. Well that confirmed for Carla she was going to have to fuck these guys, and she felt her cunt twitch, her lips throb, and another trickle of her juices run down her inner thighs. The leader looking toward George now and noted his raging hardon. "Looks like hubby could use some relief. I guess his wife acting like a slut turns him on. We will have to see that he gets more entertainment to say thank you for not objecting to her coming out to play." He chuckled. Turning back to Carla he commanded her, "Now suck your hubby slut." Carla crawled on her hands and knees over to where George was sitting. Grasping his cock, and looking down at the cum ropes all over her tits and chest and feeling them on her face, Carla suddenly felt guilty. George was taking the beatings and in the final analysis Carla was actually enjoying herself, in spite of it being forced on her. Looking at George she mouthed "I'm sorry." He got a look of compassion in his eyes as she bent to start sucking his cock. As she went to work George had a twinge of guilt, as well. He thought 'Here was his lovely Carla being orally sodomized by multiple strangers and he got a hardon watching. What kind of shit was he?' George soon fell victim to Carla's newfound skills at fellatio and he began to spew in her mouth in short order. He felt another pang of guilt as his cock spewed his lust, recalling Carla's irritation when he had accidentally cum in her mouth before. But Carla was having a different feel on the matter, now. She lovingly drank down every drop, and then licked her lips as she finished and smiled and winked at her new husband. She wanted him to see it was all right that he had cum in her mouth this time. Remaining on her knees, she crawled back to the middle of the group. Carla kept her head bowed submissively as she tentatively raised her hand to pick the globs of cum from her breasts and belly. She didn't know if she was going to get in trouble for cleaning herself up, but figured she could assuage any anger if she scooped the globs with her fingers, then licked her fingers clean between each scoop. Carla enjoyed eating cum now, it seemed. The bikers said nothing about her attempts at cleaning herself up. Carla's head was still bowed so she didn't see the Mountain moving toward her until he was right next to her. He grasp her arm and jerked her to her feet. Carla was momentarily stunned, but regained her aplomb quickly enough to understand what was about to ensue. "Time to fuck slut." Mountain said as he guided her around the sofa, and bent her over its back. He wasn't being particularly forceful with her, so Carla was able to observe as he went about preparing to fuck her. She saw him upzip and slide his jeans and his briefs down to his knees. Even having slid his pants to his knees his cock barely cleared his clothing and it was still soft! It was easily the biggest cock Carla had ever seen on man or beast. Carla's eyes got big and she gasp at the possibility of having to take the huge cock into her body. It was easily as big around as Carla's forearm, and the length was more than any woman could be expected to assimilate, and it would surely get bigger as it grew to erection. The leader saw the look of surprise and astonishment on Carla's face and commented. "Now you see why he is called Mule. I know you are saying to yourself, there is no way you can fuck that much cock. Well you will probably become his willing whore after he fucks you a time or two. His previous lovers find fucking anyone but him is unsatisfying after fucking him." The leader continued directing his next comment toward Mule. "Oh yeah, Mule, I want to have a crack at that cunt while it is still tight, so you can't fuck her cunt, yet." "No problem boss, there are two holes back here." He said as he slapped Carla's bare ass, "I will use the other one and fuck her cunt after you have at it." It took a minute for Carla to register what had just been said, her mind almost numb at the possibility of being fucked by such a large cock. Then the leader's dialog with Mountain began to take meaning in her mind. He WAS going to fuck her with that thing and it appeared it might be her ass that took the intrusion. Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop whatever they decided to do, Carla began to tremble and her knees briefly threatened not to support her. Fortunately she was laying over the back of the sofa and it was supporting her weight. Unheard by any but Carla herself, a soft sob swept through her body, but at the same time another twitch of her cunt caused another stream of her girl juice to be released. Again, Carla reasoned it was a defense mechanism she had no control over. She couldn't yet accept that the feelings she was experiencing were excitation because of the forced sexual use of her body, and that being forced was somehow exciting to her. She felt the Mountain start to probe her crotch with his hand. Unconsciously without having to be told, she widened her stance, spreading her legs and allowing him easier access. Mule noticed, "Hey boss, the slut just spread her legs apart. I guess she wants to be our whore." 'Why did you spread your legs?' Carla silently castigated herself. In her mind though, she rationalized that what was happening was inevitable, and cooperation would likely prove a lot less painful and perhaps get it over with more quickly. Mule continued to probe her swampy crotch with one hand, drawing the juices leaking down her thighs up to her brown star, while stroking life into his massive cock with the other hand. Once he was fully erect, her traced the head of his cock through the juices in her slit and on her thighs and briefly pressed at the entrance to her cunt. Carla breathed a sigh of relief, as she at first thought he was going to fuck her cunt. When she had rationalized the fear earlier of his fucking her with that massive cudgel, she had reasoned that it should be possible and ultimately everything would be ok. After all a baby's head and shoulders pass through the mostly narrow, but potentially-gaping opening, then the passageway returns to normal so she wasn't as afraid of it as she had been, at first. Plus there was a sense of relief that he was going to fuck her cunt rather than her ass. As Mule lightly pressed into her cunt, Carla felt the entrance begin to flare to take him. Once her cunt had flared to the usual circumference to accommodate a normal sized cock, she felt the pressure as it started to try to open further for this larger fuckstick. As Mule continued to press into her the pressure turned to pain. Carla wasn't going to cry out, fearing it would be upsetting to George and that it might be part of what excited her tormentors. She panted as a woman in labor might, and tried to relax, sucking in her lower lip when she wanted to cry out. The pain was almost unbearable yet she found herself leaning back into the intruder. Then she felt Mountain start to withdraw from her cunt. In her mind she said "Wha" then a wanton lust overtook her as she realized she wanted that massive cock to fuck her. The wantonness she felt was short-lived though, as she felt the Mountain move his cock out of her then slide it up to her backdoor and start to press inside. Carla screamed. "NO! NOT MY ASS PLEASE!" "Fuck my pussy all you want, but I am cherry in my ass, please don't." The leader answered her plea, as Mule continued to press into her. "The rest of us don't like fucking a bitch after Mule has used her pussy. So Mule usually takes his fucks in the ass, unless she becomes his bitch. Then he wears her cunt out. Besides we have a reputation to maintain, so no woman leaves here with any cherry holes. Learn to enjoy it bitch." Mule was going to take his fuck in the ass with Carla it appeared. As the leader had spoken Mule had continued to press into Carla's upturned ass. Anal sphincters are designed to hold stuff in and not to keep stuff out, and in a brief instant, her muscles gave up and Mule's massive cock popped into Carla's rectum. Carla screamed and thought she would feint. Surely she would be ripped apart, if he put anymore of that thing in her ass. Two other bikers had just walked into the area and one of them knelt on the edge of the sofa and began to feed Carla his cock. Taking advantage of her open mouth, he fucked his semi-erect cock into her oral fuckhole. Carla continued to hold her mouth open in a continuing scream as the Mountain pressed into her ass. His cock was slowly sinking into her bowels and the stretch and strain on her sphincter was excruciating. It felt like a telephone pole was being shoved up her ass. Carla thought she would pass out at any moment. In fact she hoped she would, figuring it would be easier to deal with the pain of a ripped ass than it would to endure the pain of the ripping. Her scream continued and she almost wasn't aware of the cock in her mouth. "Suck it slut." The biker in her mouth commanded. Carla heard, but her only thoughts were of the pain in her ass. Then the biker pulled the heavy leather belt from his jeans and it swung through the air, landing on her ass sharply. The pain was excruciating and Carla continued to scream. She noted that the pain quickly turned to a warm, tingly, glow that was somewhat pleasurable. The belt swung again and the biker had Carla's attention. "I said suck it slut." Carla closed her mouth around the cock buried in her face and after a moment of real sucking the biker dropped the belt. Once she started sucking, he quickly was completely hard and started thrusting into Carla's face. Carla's efforts had slowly turned from obvious forced to willing participant. Things were changing as her body assimilated the abuse being heaped on her, and took pleasure it its administration. The cock in her ass had bottomed out and Mountain had started to withdraw. The mass in her belly was moving in the right direction from the body's perspective, so it wasn't complaining as vigorously. The pain was now mostly just an extreme pressure. As Mule reversed and started to reenter her, the pain intensified again, but it wasn't as intense. A couple of thrusts later and the pain was gone. In its wake a growing pleasure, from the pressure and friction the huge cudgel was providing, and so the pleasure was starting to build. The bowel is a remarkable organ. When traumatized such as in surgery or as in this case, being impaled, it plays possum. It goes to sleep because the body knows it can't endure the pain. Like when a boxer's head swivels too quickly and violently after a good right hook so the brain shuts down resulting in a knock out for the opposing fighter. This was happening to Carla's bowels as Mule continued to fuck her. The pain was gone and only a pressure remained as Mule repeatedly thrust into her submissively upturned ass. The pressure was almost pleasurable in comparison to what she had been feeling just moments before. The two bikers had achieved a rhythm that had them counter-thrusting into Carla. The cock in her mouth would be retreating as the one in her ass thrust forward. After a time the rhythm changed in such a way the cock thrusting into her throat would slam her back onto the one thrusting into her ass, or the cock slamming into her as would force the one in her mouth down her throat, causing her to take all there was on both ends. Carla began to feel the beginnings of what would surely be a massive orgasm. Her mouth stuffed with cock caused her lusty moans to sound like grunts as her anal and oral cavities were assaulted over and over, unendingly. The cock in her mouth began to spew and Carla dutifully swallowed every drop. As that biker stepped away, the other that had walked up with him stepped in and started using Carla's oral fuck hole. Her mouth stuffed with cock muffled the intense orgasm Carla experienced as Mule approached his release and began to piston in and out of her ass with reckless abandon. Carla felt his cock begin to unload in her butt. This triggered a massive orgasm, bigger than any she had ever experienced in her entire life. Carla had never cum so hard. Her ass had started gyrating in small circles as the fucking ensued, She felt the massive cock start to shrivel and grow small in her ass. Once Mule pulled his cock from her, Carla's ass kept up the rhythm until her orgasm had passed. The cock in her mouth spewed and was removed. Carla was exhausted, but her ass kept gyrating, her brown star a gaping maw starting to ooze Mule's spunk. Mule moved around the sofa to her head. "Clean me bitch." He commanded as he pressed his shit-stained cock into her face. Not even entertaining the thought of an alternative, Carla opened her mouth and began to suck his used up meat. The thought it had just been in her ass was fleeting as Carla lovingly sucked the thick meat that had just given her such a massive orgasm. She wasn't dutifully sucking clean the cock that had just thoroughly fucked her ass, but making love to the man meat that had just given her such a tremendously pleasurable release. A woman had walked up with another biker. She was the woman that Carla had seen come outdoors naked on the porch of the far cabin when they had driven up. She was still naked, except for a dog collar around her neck. The biker held one end of a leash attached to the collar. The biker removed the leash and pointed to Carla as he spoke to the naked woman. "Service her." "Yes Master." The woman replied and moved behind Carla, knelt and started eating her upturned, sorely abused ass and crotch. She was good at what she was doing to Carly and her mouth came down on the gaping ass and her tongue snaked in to suck the shit-soaked cum Mule had deposited there. She continued until she had collected all the cum her tongue could reach. Her warm, wet, mouth on her reamed-out, raped shitter was exquisite, but not near as nice as it was when she moved to Carla's pussy. Carla's cunt was literally drooling its juices and the insides of her thighs were soaked with the result of her lust. The woman began by lapping up the inside of one thigh and then repeating the process up the other thigh. When she drew close to Carla's pussy, she would move to the opposite knee not touching her pussy, almost as if she was teasing her. After her legs had been licked clean of her lusty juices and her thighs were only coated with the woman's saliva, the woman moved to her cunt. Her mouth came down on the weeping hole and started to suck, her tongue snaking into her cunt drawing out the lusty flow from its fount. Every little bit she would move to suckle Carla's clit, briefly, before moving back to her cunt. 'Gawd she is good' thought Carla as another orgasm began to build in her belly. The biker who held her leash and she had called 'Master' stepped up. He moved Carla up on the sofa back, so her crotch was on a higher plane and moved behind the woman. He stood her up, bending her at the waist and placing her face back into Carla's crotch and said "continue" and then began fucking her. The added stimulus of being fucked had the woman attacking Carla's pussy with abandon. She alternately sucked juices from her weeping cunt, and tenderly suckled her stiff clit, occasionally returning to the gaping maw of her ass to lick and drw out anymore of Mule's cum that may have oozed to the surface. As the woman's pleasure from being fucked increased, she would moan into Carla's pussy, the added vibratory stimulus of her moan sending ripples of pleasure through Carla's belly. Carla's orgasm was near and it would be huge, amplified in this her first encounter with a woman, because of it. Unlike her previous orgasms that were muffled because she had a cock in her mouth, no one was orally using her at the moment. She didn't want to scream out her pleasure in front of her tormentors, or in front of George, either. The tormentors would probably just increase their usage of her if they knew she was enjoying her torment. And there was a modicum of shame, both from the fact she was drawing pleasure from her use in violation of her wedding vows and also because it was a woman giving her that pleasure. Homosexuality and bi-sexuality were both prohibited by her religious beliefs. Her orgasm was right at the point of release and Carla was doing all she could to hold it back, and decided she had to do something. Looking toward George she saw he had his head lowered like he couldn't watch what was being done to his Carla. So, quickly, she pointed to the group of bikers standing in a group at the end of the sofa and pointed to them and then to her mouth. She had already sucked the entire group off, but the activities they were witnessing in Carla's use had started the flames of arousal again. Carla realized that by asking for a cock to suck, she could end up having to suck off the entire group again, probably. But she didn't care if that was what it took, as long as they were going to continue to use her like a slut and a whore, she was going to get as much pleasure in the trade off as was possible. If that meant she had to continue to suck cock, to muffle her orgasmic screams, then so-be-it. At that moment a new biker joined the group. One that she hadn't serviced yet. He stepped up to kneel on the edge of the sofa and unzipped the jeans under his leather-riding chaps and pulled his cock out. Carla looked up and this biker wasn't wearing his jacket, and only had an A-shirt on. His chiseled body rippled with muscles and the afternoon heat had his midnight black skin coated with a sheen of sweat. Looking back down to crotch level, she saw the big black cock was nearly as long as the Mountains, though not quite as big around. He stroked it to semi-rigidity and started to feed it to Carla. Carla had sucked Mule, but only after he had cum and was growing soft. She hadn't sucked a hard big cock, and Mule hadn't really been able to fuck her throat. His head would mushroom and block her throat, the rest of his cock telescoping so to speak when he fucked into her mouth. But this black buck was rock hard. Two or three thrusts though and Carla was taking all of his 14-inch black snake into her mouth and throat. She momentarily felt ashamed. Not only was she easily deep-throating a big cock, something she had basically asked for, but she was enjoying it and it was a black cock. Carla wasn't a bigot or prejudice in any way, but her Southern upbringing had ingrained certain mindsets about sexual mixing of the races. Sure that was a bigoted mindset, but it was ingrained and though bigotry based at the time of her upbringing, it wasn't 'consciously' bigoted in her mind now. A Honeymoon That Would Never End Her shame was short lived though. It would be replaced with an equally as potent lust in a few moments. The woman being fucked by her 'Master' and eating Carla's pussy so well, turned to the biker fucking her and asked, "May I cum Master?" "Cum now slut!" was her Master's reply. The woman went back to eating Carla's pussy and began to orgasm. As her orgasm overtook her, she moaned and screamed into Carla's pussy. This broke the dam and Carla couldn't hold her orgasm back any longer. It ripped through her belly and Carla screamed around the black cock in her mouth. Her orgasm was even more intense than the others she had experienced already and added to her efforts on the big cudgel and she sucked diligently. The black buck bellowed as he unloaded in her mouth. Black or not, Southern upbringing be damned, Carla sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, but it wasn't survival anymore. It was pure lust now. Carla drank his spew and lovingly finished sucking the black cock, until its owner pulled it from her mouth. The slave woman, eating her pussy, heard and felt her Master cum in her cunt and withdraw. Walking around the sofa, he stuck his cock in Carla's face and said those now common words "clean me bitch." Carla found the taste of the slave woman's girl juice mixed with her Master's cum intoxicating and sucked with diligence. Once he was clean, he withdrew from Carla's willingly sucking mouth. Looking in George's direction, the Master biker saw that George again had a raging hardon. He spoke to the slave woman, pointing to George. "Fuck him." "Yes Master." The woman replied as she moved to where George was still sitting tied to a chair. The chair had arms, so she slid her knees in between the chair arms and George's legs and took him inside her cunt and began to fuck him in earnest. Carla felt a momentary pang of jealousy as she watched the woman vigorously fucking her new husband. Then she mentally castigated herself for doing so. After all that George had had to endure thus far, he was entitled to his sexual release, too. Further other than his hardon, George had no control over what was happening. After consideration she even realized George had no control over his erection either, probably. The slave woman fucked vigorously and brought George off in short order, even though George had cum recently when Carla had been forced to suck her husband off and the slaves woman's cunt was swampy from having just been unloaded into. When George spewed into the slave woman, his face screwed up and his mouth opened like he was going to moan or scream, but nothing came out. Once he finished spewing, the slave woman dismounted from him and spoke to her Master biker. "Am I to clean him Master?" "A slave always cleans the cock that fucks her to say thank you for being allowed to redeem her worthless existence." "Yes Master." She replied as she knelt to start sucking George's cock clean. The whole time she had been fucking George, the other bikers had left Carla alone. But watching George being used was having the same effect on Carla as watching Carla being used had had on George. Her cunt had started convulsing again and was leaking a steady stream of her juices as before. She silently hoped the bikers would choose to fuck her pussy soon, she felt like she needed it. Even Mule's big cock fucking her would be a welcome release for Carla at that moment. Her brief respite was short-lived as the leader spoke. "Take her inside, and him too." The Master biker moved to the slave woman and grasp her arm and lifted her to her feet. Attaching the leash back to her collar, he scolded her. "I said clean him not give him a blowjob, bitch. Aren't we the little whore?" "Yes Master." The slave woman replied, the start of a blush on her cheeks interrupted as he jerked the leash toward the trailer. A biker walked up and took Carla by the arm and began leading her to the trailer as two of the bikers picked up George and the chair. Her ass hadn't returned to normal yet and walking was a bit uncomfortable at first. One of the biker's commented adding to Carla's humiliation. "She walks like she still has Mule's cock in her ass." The leader added to her degradation with his comment. "Well after having Mule in her ass, she probably feels like a Mack truck is using her ass as a highway." This central trailer was not unlike any other except that it was connected to the flanking trailers by two halls. Carla was led down one of the short halls and into the flanking trailer behind the lead of the Master biker and his leashed and collared slave woman. The bikers that carried George in the chair followed with the leader and the rest of the bikers that had been outside forming a line behind the captive couple. In the flanking trailer, the living room had been converted to a dungeon of sorts, with heavy beams flanking the walls and the ceiling and crisscrossing the room. Hooks and blocks and tackles and other devices of suspension and restraint were located in various locations around the room. A large four-poster bed, probably king size occupied the center of the room, with small sofa's and chairs encircling it. The slave woman was led to the side of the bed and her Master Biker unsnapped the leash. Carla was laid on the bed and spread-eagled to the bedposts with rope. They didn't tie her legs, though. George's chair was positioned in the circle of chairs around the bed, so he was a ring-side spectator to whatever was about to occur. The Master Biker spoke again to the slave woman. "Use her." "Yes Master." She replied as she laid on the bed beside Carla. First her hand went to Carla's pussy and began to swirl the juices from her cunt round Carla's stiff clit. Again without conscious thought on the action, Carla spread her legs to allow the woman easy access to manipulate her pussy. It was almost like Carla had to have this abuse now, and she wanted the woman touching her intimately. The woman began to gently suck her nipples, which hadn't relaxed since she had first been jerked to her feet in the courtyard when they started using her, and remained turgid like little pencil erasers. The woman's mouth felt wonderful on her breast and if Carla's hands hadn't been tied, she would have held her head to her breast. The woman then began a deep passionate French kiss her tongue sweeping into Carla's mouth. The intensity and taboo nature, at least to Carla, of this woman kissing her and the totality of her embrace had Carla's head swimming in the lustiness of it all. The slave woman started raining kisses on her neck, then moved to her ear and began to tongue-fuck the opening and sucking on the lobe. She chanced a whisper into Carla's ear. "They will all fuck you now. They didn't tie your legs, because they expect you to begin to enjoy it after a time and to get your legs in the air and fuck back. They will beat you if you don't, They are cruel and unmerciful sadists and they will use any excuse to punish you." Carla was momentarily afraid, but when the slave woman kissed her again, Carla got into it and kissed her back with the same intensity the slave woman was kissing her with. She felt weight shift on the bed and broke the kiss just as the leader moved between her legs. She watched as he spread her legs further apart and guided his cock into her. Though Mule had started opening her up, he hadn't really penetrated her cunt, and it was still tight as hell. In spite of the copious juices flowing from her lust, the leader's larger than average cock elicited a grunt from Carla as he slammed his entire length into her on the first thrust. Carla's legs went out straight and flat on the bed from the immediate strain on her cunt, as it stretched to accommodate the sudden intrusion. Then as the leader continued to fuck, her legs started to come up off the bed on either side of the fucking biker. After a few thrusts, her legs were in the air and her hips were punching back against the cock raping her cunt. Yes, this was rape, but each thrust brought Carla closer to desiring this. Her legs were in the air and she was fucking back, not because the slave woman had warned her. It had all been quite involuntary as her body was used as a sextoy. After the leader blew his load into Carla's cunt, he rolled off and another biker moved between her legs. As he was entering her, the Master biker spoke to Carla. "Jana cleaned you up and got you off after you were fucked a while ago, you must return pleasure with pleasure." Carla wasn't sure what he was talking about until the slave woman moved to straddle her head. Carla looked up at the slave woman's pussy and saw the creampie of her cunt oozing her Master Biker's and George's cum. Carla couldn't bring herself to begin eating the hovering pussy. Then the biker between her legs slammed his cock into Carla. It wasn't quite the rude introduction the leader had created, because her cunt was open now and a load of cum had it swampy and slippery, but he was large enough to bottom out in her on the thrust. Carla jumped at the same instant the slave woman began to lower her crotch to Carla's face. Carla's mouth sprung open and was buried in the woman's pussy, her open mouth square on her gaping well-fucked cunt. Carla held her mouth open not doing anything except covering the slave woman's sex. The slave woman began to squirm on Carla's mouth, not to force herself on Carla, but to preclude the biker's seeing she wasn't doing anything but mouthing her cunt. As the biker fucking her got more vigorous in his thrusting to get off in her, Carla felt her lust starting to grow. Her legs were already in the air on either side of the raping biker and her hips were making her a definite participant in the act, and now her tongue tentatively snaked out and tasted the woman's cunt that was riding her face. Not finding the taste unsavory, she began to eat the slave's pussy with abandon. The man cum mixed with girl juice was intoxicating and Carla found she enjoyed sex with a woman, regardless the taboo nature in her mind. When her orgasm arrived it roared through her because of everything that was going on. When that biker finished, the next took his turn. It was the black buck, and his large black snake began to rape her cunt and stretch it even further than it already had been. The slave had gotten off her mouth and hard as she tried to cum quietly, she found she couldn't she began to babble her lust in time with the fucking she was receiving. The fact it was a black man in her Southern styled mindset made it even more taboo and Carla was lost to her lust. "Oh fuck me. "Fuck me. "Fuck me with your big black cock. "I'm cumming FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEE!!!!." Carla looked toward George as she got off, an embarrassed look on her face. George though was involved in activities of his own. The slave woman was riding his cock again. Secretly Carla hoped she would return for Carla to clean her afterwards. All 15-20 of the bikers fucked Carla's cunt, then they rolled her over and tied her to the bed face down, tying her legs this time as well. Then they took turns fucking her ass. All of them took a turn, when necessary they went to Carla's face first and had her suck them hard, and they all returned to her face after fucking her cunt and ass, insisting she suck them clean afterwards. When Carla had sucked the black buck's cock clean, she had done so with loving tenderness for the lustiness of the totality of the activity. Carla was in orgasmic bliss. She had never cum so many times at one time in her life. The number of orgasms she had that evening may have eclipsed the total number she had had in her entire lifetime. After they had all finished with her ass, Mule came over and untied her. Taking her by the hand he led her from the room to a separate bedroom. Once in the room, Carla didn't know how to act. She guessed he was probably going to fuck her, and in a weird sort of way, she looked forward to it. What she didn't know was if he would be gentle or harsh and if she would be degraded and humiliated in the process, or worse yet, subjected to the sadism the slave girl had told her about. She almost looked forward to the degradation and humiliation and certainly was looking forward to the fucking. But the sadism she wasn't sure about. Most of the pain she had experienced had ultimately been pleasurable, though she wasn't quite ready to admit that to anyone but herself. She didn't know what to expect of the sadism the slave girl told her about, and wasn't sure if the level of pain would be something she could tolerate. She stood trembling in the center of the room, her bustier in tatters, her stockings a mesh of runs and tears. Mule slowly undressed, never taking his eyes off Carla, but not saying anything either. His silence added to Carla's anxiety. Carla looked in awe again when his cock was fully revealed. The memories of his pressing her cunt and thoroughly fucking and thrashing her ass were vivid. His cock wasn't yet hard and swung between his legs to his knees. Carla knew he was going to fuck her and strangely she wanted it. She didn't care whether it was her cunt or her ass, she just wanted that massive fuckstick in her body, again. The only thing she didn't know was if he would be rough or gentle. She stood trembling as Mule walked over to her. He grasp her bustier and in one swift motion ripped it from her body. Without her bustier's garters to hold them up the stocking immediately sagged to mid calf. "Take them off." Mule bellowed. Carla bent over then knelt to remove the stockings. "While your down there suck me whore." Carla reached out and grasp Mule's cock and began to stroke it gently as she raised it to her mouth. As she lovingly ministered to the stiffening cock, she thought he would certainly make her take it into her throat. As she sucked him she convinced herself taking him into her throat was possible. After all she had taken the black buck all the way to the balls, three times, though twice he was softening after fucking first her cunt, then her ass. He wasn't quite as big as Mule, but close. Carla knew she was going to be worked over pretty good and he could potentially kill her with that huge meat. She redoubled her efforts on his cock and thought 'what a way to go'. She smiled as she took him out of her mouth and licked his balls and shaft. Carla was a little more at ease now, because George wasn't in here. She could get as nasty as she felt like and scream her head off if she wanted. Mule grasp her hair on either side of her head and started to fuck her face as soon as he was good and hard. Carla only had a moments difficulty before taking him to the balls into her mouth and throat. Mule stopped fucking her face and allowed her to do the work. Carla didn't disappoint. She was still worried if he would be harsh or gentle, when he picked her up by her armpits and threw her onto the bed. Her fear grew, 'Here comes the fucking of my life' she thought as Mule moved to between her legs on the bed.