The Adult Story Hub

Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to distribute far and wide (unchanged, of course), but please be discrete.
By Parker (address withheld)


"What is this place?"

"I dunno. It doesn't appear on the map."

"Like... as if it would."

The night-shuttered town passed quickly by, no more than a ramshackle outline of dark, beaten down wooden houses clustered around the dim intersection. There were no light, no sign of life as the car carrying the three girls passed through and then exited the small community. No sign of life until...

"Look." A hand pointed from the passenger seat at a flickering light just ahead at the side of the road. "It looks like..."

"I see it."

"Let's stop there and ask directions."

"Like... duh."

The large, powder blue convertible pulled into the parking lot and glided into an empty space. Sharla Thomkins, the driver, switched off the motor and shot a frown back over her tanned shoulder. "Let me see the map," she said petulantly. "God knows where you've gotten us."

The girl in the back seat, Beth Stanton, sighed and handed forward the half-folded map. It hadn't been her fault they'd got lost. Sharla always had to have things her own way. Beth had tried to tell her to take the last turnoff to the highway, but Sharla had refused. Even when Tracy, sitting the front passenger seat, had agreed about the route, Sharla had insisted on ignoring the directions.

She'd known better.

As always.

Her car; her map; her vacation.

Twisting her head, Beth looked about at their immediate surroundings while the two girls in the front seat examined the map. They were in the parking lot of what appeared to be some sort of tavern. Cracking and buzzing, the faded neon sign blinked out the name of the establishment like a single, blinking eye: the "Longhorn". The tavern itself appeared to be a single story wooden structure. The blackened windows gave no clue as to what was happening inside, but the sodden growl of rock music seeped through the closed doors and out into the mostly empty nightblack parking lot.

Despite the warmth of the air it *was* spring break in southern California Beth shivered. The tavern was located on the outskirts of the small town, the name of which the two girls in the front seat were attempting to discover, but from the parking lot the building appeared to be standing by itself in the desert. Just the black outline the building, serving as a backdrop for the blinking, cyclopean neon eye of the sign. That, about a dozen motorcycles and a couple of rusted, beat-up pickup trucks lying fallow in the parking lot, and they might as well have been alone in the world.

Beth shivered again as the strains of the Rolling Stones song "Under My Thumb" started up from inside the tavern. Some vacation this was turning out to be. They'd planned to spend the week on a beach in Mexico, but instead...

"It's not here." Beth was drawn from her thoughts by the sound of Sharla's voice from the front seat confirming what she already knew.

They were lost.

Tracy turned her head and brushed away her shoulder length auburn hair. "That place looks open," she said. "Let's ask for directions."

Sharla shook her head and sighed. "I guess we'd better," she agreed reluctantly. "I could use a drink." The tall blond girl opened the door and slid off the seat, glancing over at Beth as she got out of the car. "Last time I ask you to navigate," she muttered.

Beth ignored the comment.

It was just Sharla being Sharla.


"Check it out."

Riko looked up from where he had been peering suspiciously at the pool table. The door to the tavern swung shut just as he turned and focused on the three newcomers. "Fuck," he muttered, picking up his beer from the edge of the table. "Rich bitches."

His companion, Tony, grunted in agreement, sneering behind his sparse, not-quite beard. "Bitches must have taken a wrong turn. Sure as shit wouldn't come here on purpose."

The three girls did look out of place. The first one was a tall, slender blonde. Her short hair was stylishly cut, nicely framing her elfin face and large blue eyes. The cut and color of her blouse was perfectly set off by a flawless tan only money could buy.

Even in California.

The second girl was shorter and heavier, but not unattractive. She had reddish-brown, shoulder length hair and a open, friendly face. The third girl was the least attractive of the group, with stringy red hair and a face marred by what appeared to be either a large cluster of freckles or some kind of birthmark.

Decent body, though.

All three girls looked about at the interior of the tavern with barely concealed disgust. It wasn't a particularly nice place, and certainly not the kind of establishment frequented by girls like these. Usually it was packed with loud, sweaty men from the nearby farms and ranches.

On that particular night, however, it was populated almost entirely by The Red Devils, a bike gang. With the exception of a few old-timers too sodden with liquor to tell the difference (or care), the regulars had wisely steered well clear. The gang's reputation at least partly accurate had preceded them.


Sharla Thomkins, 20 years old and the only daughter of rich and indulgent parents, was not used to waiting. And, as a result, she was not very good at it.

"Hey," she yelled over the strains of the music, "Can we get a drink over here?"

"Sharla!" Beth tried to quiet her friend. The three girls had sat at a table at the back of the tavern. Both Tracy and Beth had very quickly expressed second thoughts about the wisdom of staying, but Sharla had insisted. She wanted a drink. Besides, they still needed directions. As usual, the other two girls had given in to their friend's wishes, but still... There was no need to attract any more attention than necessary.

But try telling that to Sharla.

The blonde slumped back in her chair when it became apparent that the bartender either hadn't heard her demand or had chosen to ignore it. "What is this place?" the blonde complained. "Can't we even get a drink?"

"Sharla," Tracy cautioned. "Maybe we should just leave."

"Yeah," Beth agreed, running a worried hand through her curly, red hair. "We can get directions somewhere else."

"Nonsense." Sharla got to her feet. "Don't be such babies. Nothing's going to happen. I'll just go order something to drink and ask for directions."

The blonde turned and walked towards the bar while her two friends looked on apprehensively. This was going to be embarrassing...

Richard "Bear" Ash sat at the bar, morosely nursing his fourth beer of the night. Good night to get drunk, he reflected, downing the remaining alcohol in one last gulp and gesturing to the bartender for another. As the leader of the Red Devils, Bear was not usually given to moodiness and depression, but tonight was different. He was not a young man any more, and... well, the root of his problems was Patty. Things weren't going...

"Shit," he muttered, taking a long pull of his beer.

Just then, a tall blonde came up beside him. "Hey you," she called at the bartender, who was busily drawing a huge mug of beer. "How does a girl get a drink around here?" The bartender just grunted at her and went on with his task; from the number of mugs lined up in front of him, it was going to be taking a while. The blonde sighed and sat herself down on a bar stool.

Bear couldn't resist looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Not bad, he conceded. Decent face; nice lips he momentarily imagined them wrapped around his cock, an image arousing an immediate stirring in his groin; tits a bit small, though. Bear liked his women with a bit of meat on their bones; something to hold onto, to keep a man warm at night.

Like Patty.

Still, not bad...

Sharla, often the subject of masculine attention, knew when she was being looked over. She glanced over at him. The guy wasn't bad looking, for a biker type. He was quite tall and heavy, more muscle than fat, with a thick black beard. Not her type, but not bad looking at all. She looked over at the bartender, who was not even halfway finished pouring his way through the queue of waiting mugs.

Should she?

Well... why the hell not? Give the clod here a thrill and keep herself amused while she waited for a drink and some directions.

Smiling slightly, Sharla leaned back in the stool and stretched her tanned arms. This pushed her chest forward against her blouse, making the most of her smallish breasts.

She glanced over; he was looking alright.

Pretending embarrassment, she leaned forward and smiled shyly at the man sitting beside her. "Uh... hello," she said.

"Hi there." The man had a deep, growly voice, surprisingly quiet.

"I'm Sharla."

"Bear," he grunted, taking a pull on his beer.

"Your name is Bear?"

The man grunted again and shrugged his shoulders.

This wasn't getting her anywhere. Sharla decided to pull out all the stops. "It's hot in here, isn't it?" she asked, undoing the top button on her blouse. Sure enough, the man's eyes dropped, following the open V of her top. Sharla leaned forward slightly, bringing her face close to his, laughing inside as his eyes followed her chest. "Maybe you can help us," she said, voice soft and seductive. "We need directions."

The man's gaze slowly rose until he looked her in the eye. He licked his lips. "Directions?" he asked.

Sharla nodded, fingering the next button on her blouse. "You look like a man who... knows his way around..."

The man nodded, swallowing dryly, and Sharla had to restrain herself from bursting out in laughter. He looked tough, but he was as easy to tease as those geeks back at college. Men! They were all the same...


No one had ever accused Patty Baker of being shy. Loud... brash... obnoxious (although never to her face) maybe. But not shy.

And that was why, when she saw that stuck-up little blonde bitch coming on to her man HER MAN! she didn't hesitate. Maybe things weren't going too well between her and Bear, but this was too much. A couple of the more sensible gang members got out of her way and there was a general murmur of anticipation as Patty strode angrily across the room towards the bar. The blonde girl was toying sexily with the top of her blouse, and smiling at the man beside her when Patty grabbed her by one scrawny shoulder and pulled her off the stool. Surprised, the girl staggered back into a table and tumbled to the floor.

Patty turned angrily to Bear and...

Sharla stared upwards from the floor in shocked disbelief. She just couldn't believe it: someone had assaulted her and thrown her to the floor. The blonde girl scrambled quickly to her feet and stared at her assailant. She saw a woman, about mid-twenties maybe; quite heavy, with large breasts and wide hips. The woman had a flushed, piggy face and thick red hair which fell loosely to her shoulders.

The bitch...

"Hey you bitch!" Sharla exploded, face red with anger. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The redhead turned and looked at her in surprise.

"Huh?"

"You fucking pig!" Sharla continued. "How dare you touch me."

The man Bear started to chuckle. His quiet laughter only served to make Sharla even madder. Blind with rage, she strode forward and brought her hand around to slap the other girl across the face. The woman seemed stunned by the blow, face reddening where Sharla's hand had made contact.

The tavern fell silent as Patty reached up to touch her burning cheek. No one had struck her in... well, ever since she had started hanging with Bear. None of the men would dare touch her and the women... they knew better. Even without Bear's protection, she could kick the shit out of any bitch (and half the guys) in the gang. And now this snotty little rich cunt had struck her...

Patty felt the familiar burn and bile of anger work its way up from her stomach and through her body, threatening to overwhelm her and send her into a fit of blind rage. She wanted she needed to kick the shit out of the little blonde bitch right now... but there were certain rules, certain things that couldn't be done without the permission of the leader. One of those was to enter into a fight with a "civilian".

Oh, but she wanted...

"Bear?" She glanced at the large man still her lover.

Bear looked down at her and then over at the blonde girl. He smiled slightly behind his beard. "Go to it," he said mildly. "She's all yours."

That was all the permission Patty needed.

"Oh my god!"

Tracy and Beth looked on in horror as the heavy redhead jumped forward and attacked their friend. Sharla was fighting back spitting and kicking for all she was worth but the other girl seemed to be too much for her. The redhead sunk her fist deep into the blonde girl's stomach, and, as the taller girl folded, she brought her other hand around in a vicious slap/punch that sent Sharla spinning to the floor.

"Had enough, bitch?" the redhead asked.

Shaking her head, more to clear it than in answer to her attacker's question, Sharla slowly got to her feet. Grinning, the redhead moved forward.

"We have to help her," Tracy said. She pushed back her seat to get up, but immediately felt a heavy hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down. She turned and looked up to see one of the bikers, a large black man, grinning down at her.

"Don't," he warned. "Let them settle it."

Tracy shot a look at Beth, but there was another biker standing behind her as well. Fearful, she relaxed back into her chair: there was nothing she could do.

Patty felt the familiar rush of almost sexual pleasure which came from beating up on a weaker person. The blonde bitch had been tougher than she'd looked, but was no match for the gang member. Grunting with effort, Patty threw another roundhouse slap, rocking the blonde girl back against a table and then down onto her knees. Tears streaming down her face, she struggled to get up, but couldn't.

She was finished.

Triumphant, Patty reached down, grabbed the beaten girl by her short, blonde hair and jerked her head up. "Learned your lesson bitch?" The blonde girl, dazed, reached up and tried weakly to dislodge the other girl's hand from her hair. Patty laughed. "Want more, huh?"

Sharla groaned, half conscious as the other girl grabbed the collar of her blouse and ripped it down the front. The buttons snapped off and flew in all directions as the large redhead pulled the blouse apart all the way down to the skirt. Sharla hadn't worn a bra she had often bragged to the other girls at BCN that her breasts were so firm they didn't need one and her tits were clearly visible to everyone in the bar. The guys all got instant hard-ons when Patty, laughing, reached forward and grabbed one of the smaller girl's tits.

"Not bad for a college bitch," she sneered, "but not nearly enough to steal my man."

If he still was her man. Suddenly angry, she tugged at Sharla's breast, forcing the blonde to spin around on her knees and face Bear. "Well?" Patty asked, squeezing viciously. "Waddaya think? Tiny tits, or what?"

Bear laughed uncomfortably. "Well, a bit scrawny," he commented, "but Riko over there might like 'em. He likes his bitches without much meat on 'm."

Riko put the pool cue down and walked slowly forward. He was a tall, dark skinned man with a greasy, pock-marked face. "Yeah," he agreed. "Give her to me. I know how to fix snotty bitches like her."

Laughing, Patty dragged the blonde to her feet and marched her over to where Riko was standing. Sharla, finally coming out of her daze, began to scream and thrash about as she was thrown into a table. The breath exploded out of her as the edge of the table caught her in the lower stomach. Gasping, she was pushed downward until she lay face down over a low table. Her breath quickly returned, though, and she began screaming again.

"Quiet, bitch," Patty growled, trying to cover the blonde's mouth. The blonde ignored her, bucking and kicking in panic on the table. She was so terrified that she lost control of her bladder and started pissing.

"Fuck!" Riko took a step backwards from where he had been fondling her ass through the skirt, trying to flick the urine from his hand.

"Awww... little bitch piss her pants?" Patty jeered, rolling Sharla's skirt up to her waist. Except for Tony, who stood guard over the other two girls, the guys all crowded around the table to watch the piss streaming through the blonde's panties and down her long, slender legs.

After the stream stopped, Patty reached forward and tore off the piss-soaked panties. Still laughing, the redhead grabbed a handful of Sharla's hair, jerked her head back, and jammed the soaking cloth into the girl's mouth. The blonde gurgled her revulsion, trying desperately to push the foul tasting cloth from her mouth, but Patty kept her hand firmly over her prisoner's lips.

The crowd fell momentarily silent, watching the college girl helplessly squirming on the table, moaning with fear and humiliation as she was forced to suck on the piss from her panties.

Then: "I'm gonna fuck her."

It was Riko.

Sharla squealed around the piss gag and tried to buck off the table, but the redhead and another of the biker girls pushed down on the small of her back, keeping her firmly pinned down. Riko, pants down around his knees, positioned himself between the blonde's naked legs and guided his long, hard cock up against the exposed entrance of her pussy.

"OK bitch," he growled, "Here we go." With a jerk of his hips, he rammed his cock straight into her pussy.

Sharla bucked forward on the table, screaming as best she could behind the panty-gag. Up until that moment, she had never thought that it would really happen; that they would really rape her. Scare her... even beat her up a bit.

But not rape her.

The taste of the piss in her mouth was so bad that she felt like she was going to vomit, but when Riko began pumping his massive cock in and out of her tight, dry pussy, she began chewing and sucking, anything to take her mind off the pain and humiliation of being fucked in front of all these bikers, liked some kind of sleazy whore. Sharla was not a virgin, but she had never felt anything like this before. This brutal pounding in and out of her pussy... It felt as though she was being torn to pieces.

"C'mon Riko," Patty taunted. "Fuck her good."

Riko grunted in agreement. The tall, greasy biker reached down, grabbed Sharla's slender hips and hauled her back, fucking his cock forward as hard as he could. Sharla screamed at this increase in pain, but Riko ignored her, fucking for all he was worth.

Patty leaned down and shoved her face in front of Sharla's wide, pain-filled eyes. "Wattsa matter honey?" The redhead trailed a finger down her captive's cheek. "I thought this was what you wanted."

The redhead had pulled her hand away from Sharla's mouth, allowing the blonde to spit the panties from her mouth. "Nooo!" The girl bucked and squirmed on the table, but she was securely pinned by the biker's cock. "No. Please... s-stop this... don't... please..."

Laughing, Patty ignored the girl's frenzied pleadings. She gestured to another one of the guys, pointing at Sharla's face and open mouth. He didn't have to be told twice. He stepped forward with a large grin on his face, unzipped his pants and slipped his cock in between her red, wet lips. "Uhmmm..." The blonde college girl moaned and twisted her head, but it was no use; she was stuck. The biker just gripped her short blonde hair and started fucking his cock in and out of her face, forcing her to deepthroat him.

By this time, Riko was just about ready to come. Grunting, he brutally slammed his cock in and out of Sharla's tortured pussy, jamming her face even further onto the other guy's cock. Finally, he stiffened and came. Sharla squealed with anger and humiliation as she felt his hot jism boil out into her pussy. He held his cock inside her for a moment, and then relaxed. The blonde girl sighed with relief when Riko pulled out, but her respite was short lived: another cock quickly took its place, rudely sliding into her now well-lubricated pussy, stuffing it full, and then fucking in and out.

Patty couldn't help but feel aroused as she watched the blonde college bitch whine and buck on the table in front of her. She'd never thought that she would find another female attractive, but this girl... well, maybe it wasn't the girl; maybe it was the rape. Maybe...

Tommy started to grunt like he was about to come. With a quick glance at Bear, who was watching intently, Patty reached down and slid his cock from behind the captive's glistening lips. The girl coughed and hacked as the penis was pulled away, trying desperately to spit the taste from her mouth.

"What?" Tommy looked puzzled, but Patty just smiled and nodded at the blonde. With a few practised strokes of her hand, the redhead expertly brought the gang member to orgasm. As he came, she held the cock right in front of the girl's face, sending long, sticky ropes of white sperm cascading over her face. Sharla gasped and tried to turn her head, but it was too late. Her face and hair were soaked in sperm.

"Nooo...." Her cries were cut off as another biker came up and buried his cock in her wailing mouth...

Sharla grunted in pain as yet another biker thrust his cock inside her sopping pussy. It was the third or fourth; she had already lost track. She wanted to push away, to wriggle off the invading cock, but she couldn't get any leverage with her arms pinned behind her back. Bent over the table, legs spread and mouth gaping around a slick penis, she was a helpless target for whoever wanted to fuck her exposed, dripping pussy.

The guy behind her started fucking her so fast and hard her nose was pushed straight into the pubic hair of the man whose cock she was inadvertently deep-throating. Gurgling and squirming, the sweat-soaked girl tried to relax her straining pussy as much as she could, desperate to lessen the pain of the brutal fucking. But it was useless. The cock was just too large and the fucking too violent. Despite her best efforts, each thrust drove a wave of pain up from her ravaged pussy and through her body.