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Suddenly, she felt a sharp, stinging pain on her ass. Someone had delivered a burning slap. "C'mon you little whore," the man behind her growled. "Shake your whore ass. Fuck me back you useless cunt." The man punctuated his demands by landing another powerful slap on her thigh.

Sharla squealed with pain, but did as she was ordered. The blonde coed squirmed back until her feet reached for floor and used the leverage to push her reddening ass back against the invading cock. Every plunge of the cock made a wet, squishing sound in her pussy as the invader displaced the thick globs of sperm left from the previous fuckings.

Sharla felt her face reddening with humiliation at the sounds. Her humiliation was compounded moments later when she heard a female voice the redhead laughing: "Look at the little whore fuck Barry," the woman said. "She's fucking like a pro!" Sharla felt tears dripping down her cheeks, running tracks through the caked-on sperm.

"Well," came another voice, male this time, "she's not much of a cocksucker."

"I'll see what I can do."

Out of the corner of her eye, Sharla saw a face approach her own. "Listen up, you scuzzy little slut." It was the redhead again. "You're not giving my friend here much of a cock-sucking. What's the matter? Don't they teach you how to suck cock up at that fancy school of yours?" Sharla moaned and tried to shake her head, but the other woman just ignored her. "Now I'm gonna release one of your hands. You're gonna reach around, and use it on my friend's cock. Just wrap your little slut fingers around the base and run it up and down..."

Sharla felt one of her hands being released. She immediately brought it down to the table and tried to push away, but the other woman reached down under her chest and grabbed a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The pain as she squeezed and twisted was far worse than anything she had yet faced. Squealing and bucking, the blonde girl grasped the base of the man's cock and started running her long fingers up and down in time with her bobbing mouth.

Following instructions.

"Good little cocksucker." The pressure on the nipple decreased, but the redhead kept the hold. "Now," she continued, "Run your tongue along the underside and suck gently..."

The lesson continued for a good five minutes as the woman gave Sharla a crash course in cock-sucking. At the end of it, the man came, spurting hot jism all down the inside of the coed's throat as she was forced to swallow as best she could.

The softening cock was pulled out, leaving a long trail of slime down the blonde's chin. "Please," Sharla gasped, panting for air. "No more. No..."

Her pleas were cut off as a third cock was slipped into her open mouth. "Now show the nice man what you've learned. OK?" The redhead punctuated her 'request' with a sharp twist of her captive's nipple. Sharla groaned and immediately went to work on the new cock, using all of her new-found skills to give the man as much pleasure as possible. "That's it." The redhead gave her student an approving pat on the head as she straightened up. Sharla chocked, but kept at it.

She knew the consequences of refusal...

"Fuck, I want some of that."

The biker who had been standing behind Beth moved away towards the table where Sharla strained to please the men who were fucking her from both ends. The girl started to stand up, but the guy behind Tracy just looked over at her and leered. "Want to join in?" he asked.

Swallowing, the red haired girl sat slowly down. The black man laughed, reaching down to fondle Tracy's large breasts. Tracy moaned quietly and a tear trickled down her face, but she didn't protest..

Sharla felt the jism boil over into her ravaged pussy as the guy fucking her from behind pulled out. Sharla squirmed at the sudden emptiness, disgusted at the feeling of the thick, cooling fluid as it dribbled out of her sopping pussy and down the inside of her thighs. She was careful, however, to keep her tongue and lips moving over the thick cock in her mouth.

Her tongue was coated with sperm, pre-cum and drool, and it was all she could do to keep from throwing up at the thought of that repulsive mixture sliding down her throat. Still, she sucked as best she could; enthusiastically bobbing her cum-covered face up and down on the cock, teasing the tip of it with her tongue and as she polished it with her long, cool fingers.

Doing as she had been taught.

The blonde girl couldn't help but squeal in apprehension as she felt another person move up behind her. Instinctively, she widened her stance, spreading her pussy to lessen the pain of the intrusion.

But it wasn't her pussy he was interested in.

"NO!" Her frantic, pain-filled scream gurgled out from around the face-impaling cock as the man behind her slowly, but steadily forced his cock up her anal passage. Her legs left the floor and kicked wildly in the air, desperate to push her away from the pain and degradation of this latest attack. Spitting cum and drool, she opened her mouth and tried to pull away, but the man in front of her just grabbed her head and forced his cock even further down her throat.

After what seemed like an eternity, the cock was fully inserted, buried deeply up her ass. Sharla stopped kicking and lay, limp and exhausted, on the table, afraid to move. Then, she heard the inevitable voice: "What's the matter tiny-tits? Never had a cock up the ass?" Sharla moaned her response, lips still stretched around the cock. "Well," the voice continued, "it's time to learn. A scuzzy slut like you, your cunt's pretty well fucked out. Gotta learn to satisfy a man with your ass."

"Mmmmm..."

"That's right cunt face. You start fucking back right now. And don't forget your cock-sucking lessons while you're at it."

No. She wouldn't do it.

There was no way they could...

"Ahhhh..." Without warning, the abused coed felt a vicious sting on her back, followed by a deep, burning pain. Another... then another... and then a third. She squirmed on the table, trying to avoid the pain, but it was relentless. Blow after blow rained down on her unprotected flesh, sending spasms of pain through her tortured body, building... burning...

Until finally...

With a groan of utter defeat, Sharla planted her feet and started bucking her ass back up against the impaling cock. The switch fell one more time before she remembered the cock in her mouth. Sobbing, she slid her lips up and began slurping hungrily as she heard a female voice laughing above her.

Bear watched, a small smile on his lips, as the skinny little college bitch started to fuck back against the cock impaling her ass. Patty was sure having a field day! The redhead's face was flushed and her eyes sparkled as she stood beside the table, directing proceedings with the aid of the leather riding crop she kept in her pack. He'd always meant to ask her about it, but had never gotten around to doing so.

Well, now he knew.

As he watched, Bear couldn't help but think back on his relationship with the redhead. He and Patty had been riding together for almost a year now. Unlike most of the other gang chicks, Patty had her own bike, and participated as a full member of the gang. Their relationship had been a stormy one, plenty of fun all around, but Bear had a hard time staying with just one woman. Lately, he had begun to feel a little bored; a little confined.

A little distracted.

And Bear, for the first time in his life, had begun to feel insecure. About himself; about her; about everything. His usual practice had been to hook himself up with one of the babes who followed the gang, having a good time, but dumping them long before things got permanent.

But Patty... she was different.

Like no chick he had ever seen before.

And, deep down, he didn't want to lose her...

Impaled by cock at both ends of her slender, sweatsoaked body, Sharla squirmed in pain and humiliation. But as she did so, as she once again buried her nose in sticky pubic hair in order to shove her ass back against the cock, something strange happened. Her pussy spasmed, and, as it rubbed against the edge of the table, she felt something so terrible, so unexpected, that it sent a new wave of humiliation washing through her abused body.

Pleasure.

Her clit seemed to buzz, and an itching heat began to spread through her body, up through her stomach and into her nipples as they were dragged back and forth against the top of the table. Slowly, but steadily, the heat began to build, until finally her moans became signs of pleasure rather than pain.

If there was a difference.

Finally, she came just as the cock in her mouth twitched and dumped its load of hot jism into her already cumfilled mouth. "Ahhhh..." Her soft cry of pleasure came out a confused gurgle as the cum in her mouth bubbled up and erupted out from between her lips and dribbled down her chin. The abused blonde began to cough and choke, sending a glob of sperm up into the roof of her mouth and out through her nose.

"Jeez, the fucking slut is getting off."

"Of course she is," came the redhead's voice. "She's just a scuzzy little cum-bag. Needs a good rape to get her off." Sharla felt a hand grab hold of her short blonde hair and jerk her head up. "Isn't that right tiny-tits?" Sharla coughed again, letting another glob of cum drool over her lower lip and onto her face. The redhead laughed and released her grip, allowing her captive's face to drop.

Bear had seen enough.

His cock felt like it was about to burst the seams of his battered jeans. He preferred his women with a little more meat on them, but there was something about the way the little college bitch was squirming about on the table that sent the blood pulsing though his cock. And Patty... well, he wasn't sure what she'd say if he wanted to fuck her prisoner.

But it was worth giving it a try.

The cock slid out of her abused asshole with an audible plop. Groggily, Sharla fought back a whine at the sudden emptiness; she had come three times while being fucked up her ass. She didn't know why didn't even want to think about it; but the feeling was undeniable.

Still, enough was enough.

The blonde coed groaned as strong hands gripped her shoulders and turned her around so that she was laying face up on the table. She tried to push herself up with her hands, but her ass slipped in the pool of sweat and cum that had congealed between her legs, and the redhead pulled her back down with a fistful of hair. Sharla groaned, but didn't try to get away. She just lay there, panting and gasping, her long slender body soaked with sweat and half dried cum.

Waiting for whatever came next.

She didn't have to wait long.

"Hello Bear." It was the redhead, faced flushed and breathing heavily. She was speaking to the bearded man who had been standing at the bar. The one Sharla had been teasing. "Wanna play?" He was now standing beside the table, in between Sharla's splayed open legs.

"Well now," the man answered, his voice soft and oddly formal, "that depends."

"Depends?"

Sharla moaned softly as she felt the girl's grip tighten in her hair.

"On your say-so," the man answered. "If you say no..."

The redhead grinned widely, the tension of her grip loosening. "You won't fuck the slut if I ask you not to?"

The man chuckled. "Hell, Patty. A little scum bucket like this? Shit... she's good for a fuck or two, a decent place to dump some sperm, but you... you and me... well, that's different."

The redhead sighed contentedly. "Do you wanna fuck the bitch?"

The man nodded. "I surely do."

"Well, what are you waiting for then?" The redhead laughed. "That's what she's here for."

A big grin creased the man's bearded face as he reached down and undid his pants.

"Oh... noooo..." Sharla twisted helplessly on the table. The passion from the previous fuckings had deserted her, leaving her frightened and humiliated. "No more..."

The redhead reached down and slapped her across the face. "Shut up you little cunt," she ordered. "This here's my man, and you're gonna fuck him good."

A fresh rain of tears ran down Sharla's face, but she didn't resist as the man spread her legs apart, positioned himself, and ran his large, rigid cock straight into her abused pussy. "Arrghhhh!!!" Sharla squealed and bucked in agony at the pain of the renewed assault. Of all the cocks she had serviced that night, his was by far the largest. It felt as though she were being split in two.

A sudden, surge of rage and hatred boiled through her tortured body. These assholes... these fuckers... these perverts had raped her and... beaten her... They had no right to do it... no right to... "Noooooo!!!" The scream of rage ripped out of her as she bucked and thrashed on the table, suddenly desperate to free herself of the cock being fucked in and out of her unwilling pussy. "You fuckers! Let me go. You bastards! You..."

Her cries were cut off as the redhead brought the leather crop down on her exposed tits in a vicious slash. The sudden, overwhelming pain of the crop on her breasts sucked her breath away, and she flopped soundlessly on the table for a few instants as her body twitched and spasmed. The redhead brought the crop around and slammed it down again... and then again... and then again... Each blow landing directly on the coed's tits.

"Eeeahhhh!"

Finally, Sharla managed to gather enough air into her lungs to start screaming. Her mouth opened wide and a loud, screeching sound filled the inside of the tavern as the abused girl twisted and bucked on the table, her breasts on fire from the whipping. The pain was more than she could bear; it was...

"Ahhhgrph." The long, banshee wail was cut off as something dark and damp clamped down over Sharla's open mouth. Stunned, the girl closed her mouth, trying desperately to inhale. The smell immediately told her what had happened. Someone probably the redhead had stuffed their pussy right over her mouth.

The whipping had stopped, but the humiliation was worse. Almost worse. Sharla closed her mouth as her assailant rubbed her damp pussy up and down her lower face. There was no way she was going to open her mouth. No way. It was just too much.

The redhead, however, was determined.

"Suck my cunt, you little bitch," she growled, grinding her pussy into the helpless girl's face. Sharla moaned her refusal. She tried to use her hands, momentarily free, to push the larger girl off, but it was no use. She felt unseen hands grab her wrists and pull them down. The first taste of pussy juice dribbled past her tightly closed lips, making her stomach heave. "C'mon tiny-tits," the other girl ordered, "start licking." Sharla felt a pair of hands grab her exposed tits. "Or I'll rip your little tits off." That last comments was punctuated by an abrupt twisting of her tits.

The blonde moaned loudly, determined not to open her mouth, but couldn't help but scream when she felt her nipples pinched and twisted. Immediately, her assailant's pussy was ground downwards, pushing into her open mouth. Sharla groaned with pain and humiliation, but there was nothing she could do. It was just too much. Almost vomiting at the taste, she tentatively stuck her tongue out and lapped upwards at the other girl's leaking pussy. The taste repulsed her, and she almost pulled away, but a quick twist of her nipple convinced her otherwise. Slowly, and then with increasing energy, she began to suck and lick the other girl's pussy.

"She's doing it," the redhead crowed. "The little cunt's sucking my pussy."

Sharla burned with shame, but continued sucking. As she slowly got used to the awful taste in her mouth, she gradually became aware of the fact that she was still being fucked. The bearded man had stood still for a couple of minutes as the redhead had forced the captive to suck her pussy, but now he began moving again. Back and forth, grinding his large cock in and out of her sopping pussy.

Against her will, the blonde coed felt the itching heat building up again in her pussy and spread upwards through her body. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around behind the guy's ass and humped up against him. Just as she did so, she felt her hands, first the right and then the left, being wrapped around a pair of cocks. At first she tried to let go, but a couple of slaps later she was running her long, delicate fingers up and down, jerking them off.

Her moans grew as the heat in her pussy slowly spread throughout her body.

Patty and Bear looked at each other.

Patty saw a man HER man: tall, handsome with his thick, black beard. Muscles swelling in his chest and neck with each pump of his long, hard cock into the blonde bitch's pussy. He had grabbed the girl's upper thighs in his two, strong hands and was jerking scrawny body up against his thick thighs with each powerful thrust.

Bear saw his woman not beautiful, not even pretty, but full of life. Eyes shining... a thin sheen of perspiration on her upper lip as she ground her pussy down against the blonde's face. Her large breast straining against the front of her tee shirt... She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The couple leaned into each other.

Sharla felt a pair of hands pressing down on her tits, not twisting, but applying painful pressure, as the couple leaned in towards each other. Kneading... squeezing... By now, her pussy was spasming with uncontrollable lust, and she was sucking and licking for all she was worth, gulping down the redhead's pussy juice and bucking her hips upwards to meet the man's powerful thrusts. And all the time stroking a cock in each hand...

Beth looked on in amazement, almost forgetting the rough pair of hands kneading her exposed breasts, as her school friend thrashed about on the table, simultaneously satisfying three cocks and one pussy. The moans emanating from between the redhead's legs were definitely not moans of pleasure. How could see... what kind of girl enjoyed being raped like that?

Stunned, she looked over at Tracy, but the other girl was now on her knees under the table, face partially hidden by her thick, auburn hair as she bobbed her face up and down of a thick, black cock.

Beth moaned in fear.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss just as Sharla orgasmed, and that was enough. More than enough. Clamping her strong thighs firmly together around the girl's head, Patty let out a loud gasp and came hard, squeezing her legs and grinding down on the captive's mouth. Bear stiffened and, groaning, pumped his load deep into the girl's pussy. Then the cocks in her hands, first the one on the right and then the one on her left, came, each one spurting its thick, white cum all over her heaving chest.

The room went quiet for a moment, the silence broken only by the quiet slurping from beneath the table where Tracy was still working on Tony's cock.

Bear spoke for all concerned: "Fuck. That was wild."

Letting out a loud, braying laugh, Patty opened her legs and backed away, leaving her victim, face shiny and red with tears and pussy juice, coughing and sputtering. Bear pulled his cock out with a quiet, squelching sound. No longer held down, the blonde slid off the table and landed on the floor with a loud thud.

She lay there for a moment, limp and trembling, until another of the bikers, his cock hard again, dragged her to his chair and stuffed her tear-stained face into his crotch. Obediently, she encircled the offered cock with her lips and began bobbing her head up and down on it.

Bear did up his pants as he slowly looked around at the wreckage of the bar. During the gang rape, the members of the gang had gone wild, and had pretty much trashed the place. "We'd better get the hell out of here," he declared mildly. "Don't want the cops stumbling onto something like this." He gestured towards where the gang member was forcing Sharla to suck his cock.

His words were quiet, but they demanded immediate respect from the members of his gang. The man who had been kneading Beth's breasts took his hands away. He quickly tied her wrists to the chair with her ripped bra and rushed to collect his stuff. Tracy, who had just taken a load of sperm in her mouth, was similarly fastened as her assailant, the large black man, obeyed Bear's orders. Even the guy who had stuffed Sharla's face into his crotch, nowhere near coming, pushed her away and threw her to the floor, where she lay groaning.

Patty looked over at Bear and then down at where the sweaty blonde lay curled up on the floor. Despite the recent orgasm, the redhead felt a surge of lust rush through her. She had never found other women attractive before, but... but there was something about the blonde; something about dominating and degrading the rich bitch...

She had to ask. "Bear," she said quietly, "can I keep her?"

The gang leader looked startled. "Keep her?"

Patty nodded.

"Well... I mean... it's a lot of..."

While he stuttered, Patty reached down, grabbed hold of the blonde's hair and jerked her pretty face up. Sharla groaned, but didn't resist. "Look at her," Patty said. "I'll take care of her. She'll ride with me. You won't have to do a thing."

Bear still looked doubtful.

"And she'll pay for her keep," Patty continued. "We can sell her ass from here to the other side of the country if we want. She'll make a great whore." Sharla started to whine in protest, but Patty shut her up with a sharp cuff to the side of the head.

"Well..."

"Please Bear... I've always wanted a pet."

Finally, Bear smiled, his mind made up. "You can keep her," he answered, "but on one condition."

Patty bristled. "What condition?" she asked angrily.

Bear looked her straight in the eye. "Marry me."

"What?"

"Marry me," he repeated steadily. "The little bitch will be a... a wedding present."

"Bear..." Her captive forgotten, Patty rushed forward into the arms of her lover and soon-to-be husband. Freed from the tight grip in her hair, the blonde college girl scrambled away on all fours, breaking for the door. She was quickly caught by one of the gang members, and held helpless while Bear and Patty engaged in a long, passionate kiss. The entire gang erupted into a loud cheer when the kiss finally broke up.

Bear looked around, a little embarrassed. "OK," he said gruffly, "Show's over. We've got some work to do. Patty, get the little cunt ready to travel." Patty grabbed hold of Sharla's hair and led the crying girl into a backroom. "Riko, I want you to call Carlos at the ElMaceia. Tell him we've got some product for him."

He nodded at the two girls who were tied up. "If he agrees, take them to the campsite just north of town. He'll get them across the border in the usual way." A cruel grin crossed Riko's face as he walked over to the bar phone. "Tony, check their car." Another biker walked over to the front door and exited the bar.

Grinning to himself, Bear walked over to the bar where the bartender stood, frightened and silent. The big biker threw a wad of bills down on the counter. "We were here tonight, but the girl's weren't. Nothing strange happened. Right?" The bartender nodded happily; he had been expecting a lot worse.

Within ten minutes, the bikers were ready to leave. Riko had reported that Carlos was more than happy to make a pick-up of the two girls, and he and another of the bikers had dragged the two frightened girls out of the bar. If everything went according to schedule, the two college girls would be lap dancing at the El-Maceia before the week was out. Tony had hot-wired their car and taken it to a local chop shop where the registration numbers had already been removed and the new paint job begun.

Now all they were waiting for was...

Patty marched out of the backroom, her charge in tow. She had dressed the college girl her new pet in a pair of tight cut-offs, at least one size too small, a greasy tee-shirt that had been in use as a rag for some time, and an old pair of runners on her feet. Around the girl's neck was a black, leather dog collar with shiny metal studs. Patty had attached a slender chain to a Dring on the side and used it to control the girl. Sharla's hands were free, but they stayed at her side. Her face glowed red where it had been struck, and she kept her eyes submissively downward as she tagged along behind her new owner. Clearly, Patty had taught her some obedience in the back room.

Bear caught Patty's eye and the couple smiled at each other. "OK," the gang leader pronounced, "let's move out."

Outside the tavern, Patty led broken and sobbing girl to her bike. The redhead climbed on, and gestured for the other girl to get on behind her. The college girl, excollege girl, let out a small sob of despair, but did as she was ordered, climbing on behind her owner and, as ordered, grabbed hold around her waist.

Moments later, the bartender, after happily counting his money, stepped outside just as the dull roar of the bikes faded away into the cool, star-sodden night. He shook his head and smiled. Well, better get to work.

There was lots of cleaning to do.

At least he was being well paid. The tale of what had happened that night would never pass his lips.