3 comments/ 49337 views/ 7 favorites Caroline in "The Bike" By: sfor This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. * Caroline's nipples were hard – so very hard. The feel of cold leather against her bare skin always had the same effect, goose bumps and hard nipples. As the slim, attractive girl looked at herself in the full length mirror she was pleased. At twenty eight years old her body was at its peak. Firm breasts gave way to a shapely waist and a slimline stomach. Caroline, holding the leather Dainese Sport jacket in one hand, smoothed her other hand over the flat, tanned flesh moving ever nearer to the lacy edge of her white delicate thong. Pausing momentarily she pondered the idea of delving deeper, under the material to stroke the pink, soft lips that were becoming increasingly moist. The view of her own body, glorious in its almost naked state, made her feel horny, a feeling compounded by the fact that she was about to pull on her biker leathers. Save for the brief, skimpy underwear, she would be naked underneath her protective clothing – the thought caused her to sigh audibly. She had a day off, away from the busy art world, a world in which she was both correspondent and artist. The jacket in Caroline's hand brushed once more against her skin. She shuddered. Stretching out her left arm the black, leather was slipped on – first one side and then the other. Shaking out her long, unfettered brown hair she looked once more at herself. The jacket was on but not fastened. The sides of each breast were clearly visible and the leather stopped at her waist leaving a tantalising glimpse of naked skin before her panties came into view. Sun coloured well shaped legs finished off what was a Biker boy's dream. Caroline knew it and, again, she smiled. Staring into the reflection of her green eyes the beautiful girl reached towards her, now covered, breast and flicked the end of her already bullet hard teat. "Mmmmm," was the response to her own action and she was almost at the point of no return as far as pleasuring herself was concerned when she snapped out of her dream world and back to reality. Reaching behind she picked up the matching Dainese black, leather trousers and squeezed her slim legs into the constricting gear. Leaving her jacket open for a moment Caroline considered the possibility of actually, with the addition of boots and crash helmet, riding her bike dressed like this. Jacket open, tits on clear view and the roadworthy world at her disposal. Despite such wanton thoughts making her feel even sexier, Caroline reluctantly pulled the jacket zip up to its full length. Her boots were next and then she was all set to go. Moving out of her bedroom she stepped down the stairs and opened the house entrance into her garage. The room was unusually tidy for a garage a fact that highlighted even more the gleaming, powerful blue, Suzuki SV650S motorbike just waiting to be turned on and ridden to the stars and back. Being ridden to the stars and back represented just how, at this very moment, Caroline herself felt dressed in her leathers with only a skimpy underwear covering underneath. She crossed the few yards which separated her from the motor cycle and paused before it, glorying in the anticipation of spreading her legs either side of its saddle. Caroline held her breath as she moved even nearer to the gleaming blue metal and swung her legs over the narrow seat settling her body ready for turning the great machine on. She felt the leather stretch even more between her thighs and let out an involuntary moan. Picking up her Shoei protective helmet she placed it carefully onto her head, and over her still long and flowing untied hair. Slipping her matching gloves carefully onto each finger she was ready. Then the engine was on, the machine purred and she felt the Suzuki's power transmit itself through her thighs, through the base of her stomach like a deep stirring sexual caress. The garage door was opening and she was moving, feeling the rush of the wind, despite the fine summer's day and the protection of her leather clothing. Caroline bent forward and nestled into the shape of the bike bending her head; looking ahead. The biker beauty felt a rush of adrenaline carrying her along. Her thoughts, switching between sexual longing and the power of the bike, fused into a trembling ecstasy of want and need that made every nerve quiver, made her thighs and stomach muscles tighten, and caused a moist leak of desire to make itself felt against the thin material of her underwear which pressed tightly against the swell of her ever dampening pussy. The bike slowed; the engine fighting to climb the small, narrow, curving road that led up into the hills. Caroline juddered slightly as she steered the machine upwards and on through the tree lined, leaf strewn undulations of the hills, until she was well hidden from the main track. The feeling of wild abandonment joyfully overcame her. Enthused by the feeling Caroline turned up the power, and, despite the narrow roadway, switched down the gears and sped off. The road stretched out in front of her before forcing her to slow down in order to navigate a tight bend that took her further up into the wooded hillside. Just then she saw something ahead. "Shit!" Caroline muttered, forced to slow down rapidly. "Traffic lights?" she uttered incredulously, "out here, in the middle of nowhere!" In fact they were temporary lights and, to make matters worse, were protecting roadwork barriers, at which, in typical fashion, there was no sign of anyone working. However, given the narrow nature of the roads she was, of course, forced to stop whilst the lights were at red. Caroline switched the gear to neutral, and let her boots brush the ground so that she could balance the bike. She cursed at the enforced delay, but had to admit to an enhancement of the pleasurable stimulation between her thighs as she felt the purr of the engine drumming away at her. Glancing up she surveyed the beauty of the surroundings and wished that it wasn't a legal requirement to wear her Shoei crash helmet on such a hot, sunny day. When would these lights change? "Come on," she whispered to herself, growing ever more impatient, trying to order them to turn to green, "there's no one here". Caroline was on the verge of riding away whether they had changed or not when suddenly her world turned upside down - literally. She felt strong arms about her waist and the clear blue of the sky consumed her vision as her body was taken up and away from the bike. She was too shocked to scream as she watched her Suzuki tumble to the ground, the engine still turning over. Bizarrely, despite the chaos of her predicament, Caroline's next thought was of her pride and joy. "Be careful with my bike," she yelled before she was deposited on her back on the dusty road, the breath taken from her. Slowly Caroline's vision became clearer. Looking through the hazy visor of her crash helmet she could make out numerous faces peering down at her. She was surrounded by several figures – what did they want with her? She felt her crash helmet gripped and pulled away from her head. "What a beauty," came the first remark. "Got to have me a piece of that," came another. It became all too clear, all too quickly what their intent was and, as Caroline could see at least half a dozen men, all bikers themselves, clad in tight leather standing round her, she guessed what was coming. She was terrified. "Please, let me go, don't hurt me." "We're gonna fuck you senseless," was the grinning reply from a leering face above her. Caroline just stared back, not knowing what to do or say. She saw her bike being wheeled away from her view. "Get her up." Caroline was dragged to her feet. She could see now that there were in fact seven men, all of whom stood facing her, undressing her with their eyes. One man approached her. "You gonna satisfy us slut?" "Please," whimpered the poor defenceless Caroline. "Hey she's polite as well boys, even says please!" laughed the man to his cohorts. Reaching out he moved his hand towards Caroline's throat and took hold of her jacket zip. Pulling slowly he wound it down revealing gradually the fact that his target wore no bra. "Look at these guys, no bra, tits just ready and waiting." Caroline could do nothing as he reached inside and ran his glove free hand over her right breast feeling the hardening of her nipple. She closed her eyes and bit her lips. "I think she likes it boys!" Another voice infiltrated Caroline's consciousness. "Come on Joe get her hands tied and let's take into the hills." Three men approached the poor girl with a length of thick, well used rope. Caroline could go nowhere. She could do nothing but let them take her gloves off and tie the rope nice and tight around her wrists. She watched as the other end was taken about ten metres before being tied to the rear bar on a large touring bike in front of her. They were going to pull her behind them! Caroline panicked. "No, don't, not like this I'll come quietly, you don't need to tie me like....ohhhhh!" The bike started, as did several others, and moved away, off the road up into the wooded hills. Caroline screamed as she was pulled forward. She saw the four bikes, one with a pillion rider and her own bike now ridden by one of the gang, move past her as the bike she was tied to, thankfully, moved a little more sedately. Even so she had to jog slightly to keep up. She could see the rough terrain giving way to a more defined dirt track and it was then that she sensed more throttle and her arms pulled hard. "Fuckkkkk! Noooooo!" she yelled as her footing slipped and she lost her balance. For a short few metres Caroline was dragged along the floor. Fortunately she had the presence of mind to close her mouth and eyes but the open front of her jacket meant that she could feel the drag of the dust against her naked flesh. Trees and glimpses of blue sky flashed by as the poor girl was pulled along the ground. After what seemed like ages, much to Caroline's relief, the bike slowed to a halt. For the most part her strong leathers had protected her from the dusty, rough terrain but not entirely. Her jacket had become twisted and Caroline's left breast, covered in dust, had been exposed and had several tiny surface scratches from the small stones over which she had been dragged. However, as her assailants approached her, that was the least of the captive's problems. Caroline screamed as she felt her hair grabbed tight and twisted forcing her up to her knees. Eyes opened, she looked up and around. All the bikes had stopped and now the gang surrounded her. "P..p..please, don't hurt me." She stared wide eyed as the man in front of her stripped off his black leather jacket revealing his sleek, tanned torso clearly weather beaten from too much time exposed to the sun. Caroline roved her eyes the full length of his torso and noticed the stiff bulge at his groin. She looked into his handsome face as he moved his hand to brush back his shoulder length blond hair. Caroline gulped. A tear escaped from her frightened eyes and it still rolled down her lovely cheek when she felt her head once again pulled back by the hair. She opened her mouth to cry out whereupon with a swift movement the man's engorged cock was forced between her lips. "Go on, Dawson, fuck her mouth!" "Don't worry boys I intend to and if I feel so much as a tooth on my skin I will make you suffer like you have never suffered before. You understand bitch?" His voice was cruel and sadistic and his tone assured her that he would think nothing of carrying out his threat. Caroline nodded as she accepted her fate. With the throbbing shaft deep in her throat, Caroline pondered frantically how to make him cum as quickly as possible as the man proceeded to pound her mouth like it was her pussy. Caroline gagged as her throat was fully impaled. Within seconds she felt the prick in her mouth harden to its fullest extent and begin to pulse its way towards orgasm. He was going to be quick and Caroline was grateful. She knew that he would not pull out as she felt her mouth and throat fill with the early release of his thick, creamy cum. "Fucking yes, you bitch, take it all." Caroline just gulped, struggling for air as he fucked her hard. Then he was there. "Ohhh, yessssss, fuck me, yesssssss!" He came copiously into her mouth. Caroline's hair was still held tight and she had no option but to swallow and only when he felt her do so did he withdraw from her mouth. "Thanks slut, the first of many". Caroline's head hung in shame as she knelt, still, on the dusty ground, strings of residual sperm hanging from her mouth. "Now guys string her up!" "W..w..what!" Caroline was woken from her humiliated state by the last statement from Dawson. She watched as the rope was untied from the touring bike and, after a few more metres had been released into the length, thrown over a long, very sturdy, tree branch. "P..p..please, don't. No don't...." "Get her jacket off Cowboy." "Ok Dawson." The terrified girl was powerless to stop her wrists from being temporarily freed and her jacket from being slipped off her shoulders. "Look at them tits boys," laughed Cowboy. "Yeah, they'll look good with a couple of red stripes across 'em." "Please," she whispered now resigned to suffering whatever torture their whims could dream up. "Her wrists were refastened, tighter this time if anything. She could taste the spunk in her mouth still and feel it settled in the pit of her stomach. Caroline watched, horrified, as Dawson got back onto his bike whilst the rope was refastened to the rear metal bar. The engine started and the rope was pulled. Her slim weight was no match for the pull of the large bike and she screamed as she felt herself pulled upwards and forwards until she was stretched out, arms reaching high up towards the tree branch, her boots just scraping the floor. "Oh, let me down please, this hurts." "It's meant to bitch." Poor Caroline's arms now supported her entire body weight. She was in agony. "This okay Cowboy?" shouted Dawson referring to the position their gorgeous captive was left in. "Perfect Dawson, thanks." Cowboy moved to his bike and took a thin cane from an old, well worn bag. Caroline could see that it was covered with menacing looking black leather. "Oh, shit, no don't, dooooooon't. Ahhhhrgghhh!" The first blow took little time or ceremony before it landed. It smacked viciously across her back, making Caroline gasp. A red line quickly showed up on her tanned flesh. The second and third strokes were harder. The poor, bound girl half turned to gaze imploringly at Cowboy, begging him to stop. Her face was pale and her breasts heaved beautifully. "Stay still, slut! Face the other way." Caroline's eyes fell to the floor and she turned back, bracing herself to suffer the next stroke. Cowboy showed her no mercy. The leather-covered cane whistled down and cracked onto her helpless, naked back, again and again. At each stroke the erection jutting ominously out of his leggings grew harder. "Here, my go now." Caroline looked sideways towards the voice. "Okay, Pete, she's all yours." A more detailed glance in his direction showed Caroline that, if anything, her ordeal just took a turn for the worse. Pete approached her from the front brandishing a long, worn leather whip. "Please don't use that on me, please." Pete just laughed. His erection was also very visible. Gently, Pete caressed Caroline's stomach and the swell of her gorgeous breasts with the whip. Abruptly he lifted the lash to shoulder height and slashed down striping wickedly across her chest, expertly drawing a red welt across each hard nipple. Caroline's scream echoed loudly about the wooded hillside as she cried out turning her face away from him. He moved to her rear. Three more stinging lashes whipped across her lovely back. Again Caroline cried out but there was no escape. She hung half naked at their whimsical mercy. After three more vicious lashes, Pete finally stopped to rest. He was also breathless and he smiled at her beautifully marked body. "Please let me down... my arms hurt so much..." Caroline begged. Dawson gave a short, contemptuous laugh. "Gag her," he ordered. "Gag her, then whip her some more. I want to watch her being whipped." The man called Joe approached her. "No, let me go! Let... me... guhh..." Caroline tried twisting her head as a leather ball was forced into her mouth. It was hopeless though and seconds later the gag was in place and she could feel the leather strap tightening behind her head. "Nnnnhh!" "Cry all you want slut... you can't escape what's coming to you now." Caroline closed her eyes, bracing herself for her next taste of Pete's whip. She heard him take up a position behind her, heard the whip whistle once more through the air, then with a crack she felt searing white-hot pain against her back. The whip hit her as it was almost fully extended and slashing through the air at its optimum speed. It lashed high across her shoulders making her jerk under the impact. There was an agonising pause giving Caroline time to take in the sensation from the whip and time for her fear of the next stroke to gather itself. The impact from the next blow forced Caroline to swing forward against her restraints. She groaned through the gag, her arms pulling desperately down against the rope that was tight around her wrists. With the biker behind her she had no way of knowing when the next blow would come, all poor Caroline could do was hang by her arms and wait. Perspiration coated her beautiful nakedness covering her dust coated breasts and down her sides. She was gasping for air, the gag forcing her to breathe through her nose. The struggle had left her exhausted. Pete, getting a long stint flogging his helpless captive, brought the whip down again, this time harder still, making Caroline once more tug frantically against the ropes, marking her wrists with burns. She was losing consciousness. The pain was so extreme. Then she was jolted from her reverie by another stinging blow from the whip. Caroline implored the biker to stop but the leather ball filling her mouth stopped any meaningful communication. Another blow sent a jolt like an electric shock through her. Then it stopped. Paused. What was happening? She heard footsteps dragging across the dust behind her. Trembling uncontrollably, weakly, her head turned in the direction of the ominous sound. Caroline was helpless. She could imagine how she must look, panting through flared nostrils like some gorgeous, captive wild creature. Her lovely, long hair tousled about her face, her semi naked body slick with sweat. She pleaded for the gang to stop, to take her down and leave her - but, through the gag, her begging sounded like nothing more than faint groaning. Dawson approached from the front and laughed softly. Caroline watched as he delicately wiped the tears from her face, first one cheek and then the other. Through the haze of pain Caroline listened to Pete's boots as he resumed his position some yards behind her. Dawson moved away and Caroline pulled down with her up-stretched arms, the ropes now digging painfully into the skin of her wrists; a dull pain searing through her shoulders as she pulled backwards against her bonds. "Over to you Razor," Her tormentor had changed once more. Caroline could not see the new instrument of her torture but Razor's whip had several thongs to it each one with a large ferocious knot at the end. Caroline in "The Bike" He took aim and lashed out flicking the whip around his captive's sides to lick lightly at her left breast. Caroline groaned in pain as the whip tip cut against the nipple where her flesh was most tender and vulnerable. She pulled her arms against the restraints but all she could achieve was to twist her body a little. Another expert stroke struck across her back, the tip snaking around her ribs to lick, cruelly, once more, sharply at her breast. The right side this time. Caroline felt herself fainting, resting her head on one shoulder she gave herself up to the escape, her arms hanging loosely from where her wrists were held. She couldn't take anymore; this was her body's way of freeing her from this terrible ordeal she thought to herself in a daze. Then suddenly she was mercilessly jolted back into the real world and shockingly reminded of what it was she was being made to suffer. The smell from the little bottle that had been waved under her nose was fiercer than smelling salts. A moment later and she was struck again with the whip. Again she fell into a daze and once again the little bottle was held under her nostrils and she was jolted cruelly into life once again. The poor, beautiful Caroline lifted her head weakly. An unnatural silence was present. They'd stopped whipping her but now the man called Razor was passing his hand slowly, sensually down her ribs fingering the welts and then caressing her leather clad bottom. She flinched as his fingers traced the red lines on her naked skin. Then he spoke. "We should get her naked Dawson." "Good idea Razor, let's fuck her." Caroline was shocked how much this proposed turn of events didn't surprise her. She had little fight left in her flagellated body as first her boots and then her leggings were removed quickly and without resistance. "Fuck yeah, look at that body." Caroline was now beautifully naked save for her brief, white thong. "Not sure I want to take them gorgeous panties off you bitch, but I ain't gonna be getting inside you whilst they're still there." The bound beauty felt Razor's hand grip the flimsy material from behind and pull. She groaned as he lifted her forcing the material to separate her pussy lips before he ripped the final vestige of modesty away from her lithe body. Caroline closed her eyes in an attempt the shut out what was about to follow. Razor's hands reached down between her buttocks, his fingertips drew apart the perfectly rounded cheeks but instead of probing deeper he delved further down. He touched her pussy and Caroline could sense the moisture building as his fingers stroked her. She sighed through the gag as his touch intensified the ache her body felt and through the haze of pain she realised that she was actually yearning for sexual satisfaction. "Looking forward to this, bitch?" Caroline listened to the faint metal rasp of his trouser zip being pulled down. "You know what's going to happen next don't you and I bet you're desperate for it?" Caroline shook her head frantically, struggling to deny even to herself the truth that, despite what had been done to her, she was longing for sexual gratification. All the torment, all the pain, had left her body sensitively aroused. 'You want this don't you?' growled Razor's unseen voice. "Go on man fuck her." "Yeah, give her one for all of us." "Fuck you man, I'll be giving her one for myself soon." Pulling weakly with what was left of her strength, the ropes still chafing her skin; she twisted her arms in a vain attempt to make things difficult. Caroline tried to draw her thighs together but her legs were spread as Razor, from behind, positioned his leather covered knees between her legs. She could feel his hand stroking her bare skin. "Mmmmpphhhggg!" She groaned through the gag. His fingers were rubbing her pussy, probing her. "Hey guys I was right, she's desperate for it, aren't you slut!" Razor laughed, as his fingers slid easily into her sex. Caroline hung her head in humiliated resignation. To her shame it was true; she was wet with arousal from the treatment they'd given to her. She felt the tip of his hard shaft slide down into the canyon of soft flesh her buttocks formed and then along until it nudged her sex lips apart. Using his hand to guide it, he pushed his cock up into her tight body to the hilt and she felt his chest grind painfully against her lashed back. Then he drew himself out, her slender body convulsed; he pushed in again, harder. Caroline wanted to cry out through the gag as an unwelcome orgasm suddenly overtook her; the exquisite feeling washing through her whole pain racked body. She felt the man forcing himself into her again and again as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her. Caroline abandoned herself to the fulfillment her body had been crying out for. Razor kept on fucking. He began driving his cock into her with increased urgency and she became momentarily oblivious to her surroundings, her mind focusing on the extreme pleasure of being used so forcefully. Her body felt awash with the sensation of being controlled and subdued by the ropes. Caroline grunted through the gag each time his cock rammed into her and her stifled cries seem to incense him more and more. Another orgasm shook her tethered body and then she felt his cock ram into her one final time before jerking and throbbing madly as he came deep inside her. Satisfied, his hands gripped her and she felt his breath hot against her neck. Dazed, her whole body aching deliciously, she sighed through the gag as the final waves of exquisite pleasure washed over her. Through the haze of her ordeal Caroline had almost forgotten about the other members of the gang beyond the bastard fucking her. However, she was soon reminded, as the one called Cowboy approached her fingering the hard evidence of how lust hungry he was. "On your knees bitch and suck this!" Caroline fell exhausted to her knees in front of him and looked up, her large doe eyes inflaming Cowboy's passion even more. He reached down and released the ball gag letting it drop to the ground. Caroline spluttered her relief. Cowboy moved his stiff cock closer, she felt its heat and, as the purple, engorged head pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth. Realising once again that her most productive course of action would be to finish him off as soon as possible, she slid her lips around his sensitive helmet and ran them sensuously down the length of his shaft until she felt its throbbing end pressed against the back of her throat. She opened her eyes and stared at the muscles of Cowboy's well toned stomach before she shifted her head backwards and watched the shaft slip from her mouth, shining with spit and beating hard from the pressure of her sucking lips. Caroline again moved her mouth downwards as a precursor to striking a stimulating rhythm up and down his solid length. She felt his cock hardening even more and the throbbing glans swelling in her mouth as the pressure of his spunk built up inside. Then he came. "Oh yes, you fucking slut. I'm cumming, swallow it, swallow it all!" Caroline had no choice. She felt the sperm pulse through his cock and she was forced to suck him as deeply as she could to avoid gagging on the thick fluid as Cowboy's hot semen exploded and shot down her gulping throat. Satisfied, Cowboy pulled out of poor Caroline's mouth and slipped from her lips. "Now suck this one bitch!" No time to recover. "Go for it Drifter, fill her some more!" Caroline looked up. Spunk dripped from her lips as Drifter moved towards her. She hadn't being aware of him before and now, for the first time, noticed that he was tall and well built with long, pony tailed dark hair. In a different time and place she could have seriously fallen for him but here and now her feeling was entirely different. She watched as he stripped his leather jacket off, flung it to the ground and swaggered towards her flipping out his already erect penis as he did. Then he was standing in front of her with his hard cock thrusting out. "And you can take this one as well." She looked up at the source of the second voice. Two of them at once? "Yeah Piston do her together!" Caroline heard Dawson laugh. The other man, a little more rounded in shape than the awesome figure displayed by Drifter, also whipped out his cock and stood beside his associate. "Piston mate, you wanna fuck her mouth with me?" Piston just looked down at their captive beauty. "Suck them both bitch!" Still with semen hung in strings from her mouth, Caroline moved her face forward so that both cocks could enter her. She gagged as they moved in together, one either side of her red lips. Slowly they forced their way into the warm embrace of the poor girl's, now well used, mouth. Caroline had never experienced anything like this before. It was awful, humiliating, degrading yet strangely exciting. The twin shafts were thick and hard and her lips were forced wide as they entered even further. But it wasn't going to work no matter how hard they pushed. Drifter's cock slipped out and Piston took advantage filling Caroline so completely that she gagged. As he moved slowly backwards she ran her tongue over his shining head and licked his skin before sucking him in as far back as she could. Drifter wanked himself just inches from her face until Caroline, making a bold decision given her circumstances, slipped off Piston and took Drifter into her warm, oral embrace. "Hey bitch, come back!" "Fuck you man, pull yourself off," laughed Drifter. As the podgy hands of Piston began to work his slick foreskin back and forth Caroline sucked at Drifter's large shaft frantically, pulling him into her mouth so that he touched the back of her throat via the heavy thrusts coming from his groin. She gagged as he went too far but continued as best as she could, conscious of the need to finish him off and gain relief from this awful predicament. Caroline felt her throat tighten and her tongue forced upwards. This increased the pressure against Drifter's throbbing shaft and she felt him convulse. She sucked and licked, nipped and swirled her tongue. In return Caroline felt the large awesomely framed biker push harder at her as his spunk began to flow. When she tasted it against the back of her tongue, she sucked frantically as his hot sperm burst out in strong, pulsating torrents. She tightened her mouth around him as much as she could and swallowed it all in heavy, desperate gulps. "Oh, you gorgeous whore!" "Go on slut, swallow me!" Just as she was complying with his request she saw Piston arch his back and thrust forward. "Oh, fuck yessssssssssss!" He spat his seed all over her face. Caroline was forced to swallow copious amounts of Drifter's spunk whilst at the same time being covered across her face and breasts from Piston's, largely self induced, ejaculation. Then it was over. They pulled away from her and residual juice spilled out down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. She had been well and truly humiliated. Caroline fell back onto her ankles, wide-eyed and trembling, exhausted but still scared of what might happen next. "Stay on your knees bitch! You're not finished yet!" Two of the gang had not yet satisfied themselves inside Caroline and so, as Pete and Joe took their places, she was made to suck them both, separately this time, but both of them none the less. Each one finished fully in her mouth and both times she swallowed it all down, letting the creamy hot liquid run slowly along the sides of her throat taking every drop. It was done. She had sucked off five of them, been masturbated over by one whilst the other one had fucked her hard from behind. She was still on her knees in the wooded hillside, still bound at the wrists, still naked and Caroline could feel the pain of the rising welts on her back and breasts. She felt sick from the globs of thick sperm inside her stomach. Dawson spoke. "Come on boys; let's move this bitch further into the woods. We've some fun to have yet!" Caroline groaned. Dawson mounted up once more as the rope was taken down from the branch and reattached to the touring bike. The engine started and Caroline was pulled up to her feet and forced to hit the ground with a short jog until she could get her balance. Her body hurt. She was covered in sperm, dust and red marks and had been well and truly used. What more could lie ahead? She heard a bike close in on her. "Yeeeooowwwchhh!" "Whooahhh yeah, strike one!" She had been whipped across the bottom by one of the gang feeling the additional force of his lash as he drove past her at high speed. "Ooouccchhhhh!" Another. She didn't like this game. Caroline struggled to keep her balance as the bikes now roared ahead leaving Dawson to move sedately; proudly pulling his captive beauty behind him. Soon it was just the two of them. The bronzed, toned biker pulling along the smaller but perfectly formed prisoner. Caroline wondered what they would do to her now. She was terrified. After a few more minutes she saw the rest of the gang up ahead. Dawson drove into a small clearing where Caroline could see that they had formed a circle with their bikes. Cowboy moved to her and undid the ropes around her wrists. She groaned as her circulation began to flow freely once more and rubbed at the chafing on her skin. Silence. Caroline looked nervously from biker to biker registering the lust on their faces. Then Cowboy spoke. "Do you masturbate a lot?" The biker faces smiled. "What? I... uh... some..." Despite her predicament Caroline felt herself blushing. "Masturbate for me. Make yourself cum." "I-I don't know if I can . . . I mean, with you watching." Fuck. She couldn't believe what she was being asked to do. This was awful. "Try anyway. When you're ready to cum, spread your legs wide. I want to watch your fingers work at your clit. Understand?" Preparing herself for further humiliation Caroline nodded. She spread her legs about three feet apart. Her pubic hair was shaved in a thin straight line so the bikers were able to command a good view of her pussy lips as she worked a finger slowly up and down the length of her slit. Then, using her other fingers Caroline stroked in an oval motion around the region of her clitoral hood, without touching it. She was conscious of the many eyes watching her 'perform'. They were fixed on her hands and fingers. But it was no use. "I can't do it," she cried, "I'll never cum like this. I'm sorry I-I just can't get aroused." Shit now she was scared. What would they do? No more whipping, she hoped desperately. "We'll fix that." Again she saw Drifter approach her. Once more he cast his jacket to the ground. Caroline gasped at the raw manliness as he came nearer. Saying nothing he grabbed her long hair and turned her face to his. Then he kissed her, long, hard and deep. She felt his fingers expertly brush her slit, lightly, not entering, just stroking up and down. His touch was good he knew what he was doing. Caroline's face grew hot and her pussy wet. Fuck. She was getting turned on. Her heart raced. As Drifter released her mouth she glanced toward Dawson. He was watching. His hard again penis projected out from his open fly. When Dawson noticed Caroline's eyes on him, he smiled. He encircled the shaft with a hand, and, keeping his gaze on her, he began pumping it. "Is her clit hard Drifter?" "Like a small nail Daws mate." They were right, it felt hard. Caroline moaned. Drifter moved his hand away and stepped back. Caroline, conscious of what he had done to her, couldn't look at him in the face. She knew that she was soaking wet - Don't stop don't stop! - She wanted to yell out, but didn't. Caroline looked back at Dawson and saw him reach once more down to his groin. His eyes remained on her the entire time. Again he grasped his organ and began pumping it. Her pussy dripped juice. "Tell me again Drifter, How is her clit?" "Like a rock!" Dawson smiled. "Does it look like a rock or feel like one?" As he spoke Dawson continued to pump the skin of his erect organ up and down, his hand moving with machine gun rapidity. His fist struck the leather of his trousers with a force sufficient for Caroline to hear the continual slapping. The forefinger and thumb of his other hand cupped his balls. He held them out mockingly for Caroline to view. "Both Daws, her clit looks like a rock and feels like one." Caroline had to admit that the close attention of Drifter had left her with a powerful urge to masturbate. But she dare not start. The bastard might use the whip on her if she attempted to put her hands to her slit again before he told her to. Caroline thought, bizarrely, how naturally submissive she had become in the company of these men. Dawson stood up. He approached Caroline, continuing to fondle his exposed genitals. "Are you going to tell her to finger- fuck herself now?" He nodded. "Yeah Pete. Don't worry you'll get your show. You really turn me on bitch, you know that." Caroline needed to cum. He moved his face to within inches of his hapless victim. "Fuck that little cunt of yours whore!" Be sure to make yourself cum," Dawson added. "You'll keep doing this until you have an orgasm. Tell me when you're about to have one." The gang watched intently as Caroline moved her fingertips back down to her pussy. She spread her inner labia, and inserted two fingers. But still it was no good. Despite how she felt moments earlier Caroline could not do what was being asked of her. She began to cry. "I-I can't cum like this. I'm . . . I'm just not excited. I'm sorry. I'm trying, but . . ." She was desperate. Dawson stood in front of her again and reached down. Caroline winced under his penetrating touch. He put his forefinger between her legs. "You're dry again," he said. "Stick your fingers in your mouth. Wet your cunt with your spit." Red-faced, Caroline put her fingers to her lips and wet them. Dawson encouraged her until her labia glistened with saliva. Then, looking down, she began moving her fingertips about, slowly drawing them in an oval, spreading her inner lips as they moved dipping first one, and then two, and finally three fingers into her vagina. "Good," Dawson said. "Now we're getting somewhere. Finish masturbating for us and remember to tell me when you're about to cum." Caroline had lost her defiance. She was beaten. She would do what they asked. She avoided looking at any of her audience as once more she slipped her hands down and between her thighs. Her forefinger drove smoothly between her lips, and soon she closed her eyes. Emitting a long sigh, Caroline staggered lustfully on her unsteady feet. Her fingers continued to stroke and wiggle from side to side, sweeping lightly over her now exposed and swollen clitoris. "Ohhhh, fucckkk!" She groaned. Caroline let out a deep breath and curved the entire shape of her hand around her pussy. All of her fingers disappeared as she began to thrust in and out. Working her clit with one hand and finger-fucking herself with the other Caroline moved towards an explosive public orgasm. She began to moan. Her hands moved faster. Soon two fingertips straddled her clit, working from side to side. Her watching audience was mesmerised. She opened her eyes and looked at Dawson. "I-I'm close," she told him, gasping for breath, "I'm about to cum. Oh fuck, I am, I'm about to cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmm!" Then she fell onto the floor and writhed in the dust to one of the most explosive but humiliating orgasms of her life. Caroline in "The Bike" The gang watched, cheering and clapping their captive to her glorious end. Dawson enjoyed the show immensely but she would have to suffer for cumming without his say so. He wanted to make her stop on the edge. He wanted to make her beg to cum, not to make the choice herself. Yes, she would have to be punished. Caroline spasmed her way towards complete satisfaction with delving digits deep inside herself drumming to the beat of sensuous release, before coming to rest, spent, naked and exposed in the clearing. Slowly but surely her orgasm stimulated mind began to focus on her predicament once more. Caroline opened her eyes and saw the boots and legs of her captors; heard their clapping and cheering, and felt the hard toe end of one particular piece of footwear on her bare shoulder. "Good show that babe." The boot belonged to Drifter. Powerful, awesome Drifter. "But you shouldn't have cum, not after Dawson had told you not to without telling him." Caroline sobbed. Drifter's foot flipped her over so that she lay on her back staring up at him. "Go on, Drifter," Dawson encouraged his cohort whilst still fingering his erection, "give her a good fucking for me!" Biting her lip, Caroline took a deep breath, fearing the worst as Drifter kicked her legs apart. She moaned and writhed helplessly beneath him. Her body began to shiver as she lay naked on the ground, her limbs splayed wide, inviting him in. A tangled mane of brown hair framed her face as she looked up at the tan-skinned man as he moved to kneel between her knees. Drifter smiled and flipped out his hard again cock pressing his loins downward, his hips touching hers as he drove his erection towards her crotch. The flames of his lust burned hotter the engine of his Harley and he was desperate once more to satisfy himself inside their captive plaything. Caroline grimaced, her nostrils flaring as she tensed her abdominal muscles against the renewed invasion of her pussy. "Put your arms above your head." She did as she was ordered. "That's right, you little whore, give him a good time." Trying to shut out the raucous shouts, Caroline kept her eyes on Drifter as he strove to force his aching cock inside her. He pressed the tip of his shaft against the lips of her pussy and gave a small thrust that pushed the swollen head a little way inside. Wriggling her hips in an attempt to shake the intruder out of her body, Caroline groaned and whimpered her breasts trembling sensuously as she bucked and twitched. The glare of the sun cutting through the trees caused sweat to glisten on her smooth skin, oozing from every pore until her whole body seemed to be covered in a film of liquid. Caroline moaned quietly as the perspiration mixed with the dust and ran into the sore welts on her back and breasts. Drifter pushed more urgently until at last, the poor hapless girl gave a frustrated groan as he applied enough pressure to force his cock another inch inward into her quickly drying slit. "Go on Drifter!" yelled Cowboy. "Oh, fuckkkkkkk!" Caroline groaned deeply. Drifter smiled after another thrust drove his cock even further, deeper, so that his victim cried out in despair. She was lubricating naturally again and the sensation of her warm slick cunt enveloping his erection in an ardent embrace took him quickly to the edge of cumming yet again. He was deep inside her now fucking for all he was worth. Caroline's hands stayed above her head as her poor body was thrust up and down in time with his movements. "P...p...p...lease," she whispered. Drifter chuckled; his hips driving more slowly now as he tried, but failed, to control the on rushing feel of his ejaculation. He was lost in the lust fuelled fuck being taken from his unwilling victim. The force of his thrusts became harder, pounding her body, and she began to fear that her pussy would be torn apart. Caroline's fingers clawed desperately at the dry grass and dirt above her head, her breath coming in loud grunts as she was stretched wide with every stroke. Then he gave a shout, and she felt his sperm pumping into her. Caroline was, unbelievably, moistening too, betrayed by her own dark desire for being force fucked. Sensing her rising passion, he continued to plunge his huge cock into her as it spurted deep again and again. At last he was still, and she lay panting beneath him, exhausted. His fingers traced the attractive features of her face as he gazed down, his cock still embedded deep within her. "Fucking great bitch, you sure are one hell of a shag!" "Hey Drifter, is she wet?" "Yeah Daws, wet as a house roof in a storm!" "Fucking slut, she just loves it!" Caroline heard their conversation as if it wasn't her they were talking about. Of course she didn't love it, it was awful. But she couldn't stop her body from becoming aroused and now here she was, raped again, but left with an unwanted desire that she knew she could not control. "Crawl to me whore." Drifter pulled slowly out of his victim leaving a stringy link of sperm connecting them until it broke and fell down across Caroline's flat, tanned, dusty stomach. "You heard him, crawl." Caroline twisted her head and saw Dawson, sitting astride a fallen tree trunk, still fingering his glorious erection. She groaned inwardly, sensing what her next task would be. More cum down her throat, she would be sick she was sure; such was the level of thick, sticky spunk already resident inside her stomach. "Come to me baby," Dawson mocked. "Go on Daws, do her again." "Deep throat him sweetheart, take it all." There was no doubt. As Caroline dragged herself reluctantly onto all fours she knew that his hard shaft was heading for her mouth. She crawled on her hands and knees. "Come to me my beauty." It was if Dawson was herding the hapless girl towards him, towards his widespread thighs and, more to the point, his long, stiff cock. Caroline, her head down, tears dripping from her soft green eyes, moved in between his legs. "Suck bitch!" He spread his legs even wider and spoke to the girl hovering between his thighs. "Begin." She reached out to his swelling shaft with her petite fingers, moved her face down and then, holding him tight, Caroline kissed the purple head tenderly. She could taste the residual ejaculation from his previous orgasm and she gagged. Dawson settled back and sighed with ecstasy at the sight of Caroline struggling helplessly below him. He stroked his fingers through the kneeling captive girl's long, silky hair. She serviced him with her ruby lips as he enjoyed her whimpers and whines along with the sensual feel of small, roaming fingers caressing his cock and balls. Caroline had lost the desire even to finish him off quickly as she knew that once she had completed her current task another would surely await. The dampness still persisted between her own legs from Drifter's savage rape of her body just a few moments ago. But it would, she guessed, remain unfulfilled for now. Dawson stood up and Caroline almost lost him from her oral grip. "Move your hands down to your knees, just use your mouth." She did. "That's better," Dawson groaned as he pushed hard into Caroline's throat. "Mmmmfffghhh!" "Okay, let's see how you enjoy this!" Caroline's mouth was tight around the man's shaft forcing her to breath entirely through her nose. That was until he pinched her nostrils between his fingers thereby cutting off her entire air supply. The poor girl's cheeks bulged as her predicament became clear. Dawson gripped the back of her hair with his free hand and held her mouth in place. He was choking her! "Oh, yes slut, take me; take it all." Caroline's head was forced back and forth as he fucked her mouth. I can't breath, please let me breath. Caroline's mind was wild with the confusion of her situation. Dawson's leathery foreskin moved quicker now as he neared his climax. Then he freed her nose, only momentarily, but long enough for her to breathe a short burst of air before he once again sealed her away from any fresh oxygen. "Go on Daws." Cries of encouragement for the continued abuse of her mouth floated through Caroline's mind. And then he came. Powerful jets of thick, creamy spunk filled her throat. He rammed home hard and she gagged but to no avail as the copiously thick liquid flowed down into her stomach to join the large quantities already resident inside her body. "Ohhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" She heard him moan in orgasmic bliss. And then it was over. Again she had been used, and again she was filled with male sperm. He released her nose and threw her, gasping, to the dusty ground. A circle formed around poor Caroline. Seven pairs of male eyes looked down on her. Naked. Covered in dust and sperm. Beautiful. "String her up again; let's flog her good and proper this time!" Caroline's shoulders sagged. Only a few hours ago she had set out on what was to be a lovely summer's day bike ride and now here she was; raped, exhausted and stripped for the whimsical use of the gang who had taken her. She sobbed. Hands gripped her arms. Her wrists were tied and pulled high above her head. Again she almost hung save for the briefest of touches her toes could make with the ground. She felt her ankles taken to the side and pegged into the dirt with rope and wood leaving her thighs spread about two feet apart. When she saw Cowboy in front of her it was obvious where the whip would fall this time and she knew that there was another one of the bastards at her rear. She heard a swish cutting the air and felt the agony as, a split second later, a burning stripe of fire marked her back. Through the haze of tears now streaming down her cheeks Caroline saw, as if in slow motion, Cowboy lift the long, leather lash at her front and she screamed as, with precision skill, he whipped the vicious length hard and up between her pussy lips. ****** Caroline stirred. She was at home in the quiet peace of her own front room. Naked she lay on her stomach feeling the warmth of the deep pile rug upon which she lay. A beam of radiant sunlight shone laser like through her window and burned pleasantly on her cheek. This was bliss. Caroline drifted in and out of her doze like state as she shifted her position to let the sunlight warm her naked stomach. Something wasn't right. She moved too easily; too quickly. In fact she didn't move, she was moved. "Wake up, come on." "Huh," "Wake up slut, time to go!" Her dream was shattered. She felt the thick, dirty, black leather boot at her thigh. It was the same boot by which she had just been flipped over. Caroline groaned as the reality of her predicament dawned once more. Her body was in so much agony that she wasn't clear whether the marks of the severe flogging she had received towards the end of her ordeal or the ache of her mouth and between her legs caused her the most pain. She propped herself up onto her elbows and looked around. It was Piston who had woken her and now he sloped back towards his bike. She saw the rest of the gang in various states of slumber and many empty beer cans. Clearly, after they had finished with her, the beer had flowed freely. Caroline moved unsteadily to her feet and began to gather her clothes. She stepped into her leggings. Her panties had been torn to shreds when they had been ripped from her body and so Caroline forgot about those. She slipped on her jacket. It was funny but suddenly the cold of the leather didn't feel quite so sexy anymore. No one stirred. Not one of them looked at her. They had taken her, used her and now she could service them no more and so it was time for her to leave. She marvelled at their arrogance. How did they know that she wouldn't run to the police? Identify them, have them arrested. The thought scared her as if the same thing might occur to them and then her life really would be in danger. But she knew that she wouldn't tell anyone. In a few hours they would be long gone anyway and then any required proof would be difficult to substantiate. No, Caroline just wanted her bed and a bath. Still no one moved. What did she expect a long goodbye? Kisses? Hugs? With a resignation that she had to accept Caroline mounted her bike. Slowly at first, as the tender skin between her legs was sore. She kicked started the engine. Still no acknowledgement. Without bothering to fasten her jacket or even place her helmet, Caroline felt the wind begin to rustle through her hair and rub a chill across her erect nipples. Strangely, bearing in mind what she had suffered that day, Caroline moaned softly, as the bike began to move away. * THE END I hope you enjoyed the story. Feedback is always very much appreciated. Watch out for more from the adventure's of Caroline to follow. Sfor.