Biker's Revenge, a short story by EmyNaso. Date added: 2010-08-30. Times viewed: 3838.
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- Intro: Two rich kids get a sexual night they'll never forget
Biker’s RevengeEmy Nasohttp://emynasoerotica.blogspot.com/3440 words A short, erotic story of humiliation and sexual debasement.
With a clear road and fast car, John let the powerful engine have its head. He looked over at Emma. She gave him a gorgeous smile. How could she not radiate beauty? The twenty year old was stunning, even more expensive to run than his auto. But then John was the privileged son of rich parents, and Emma his trophy girl friend, her blonde hair streaming out in the fresh air of the open-topped car, a figure envied, but now exclusively belonging to this young man.
“Faster,” she squealed excitedly.“Hold on,” he roared in the rushing wind, exhilarated at her excitement, anticipating the evening when they’d pull in at an expensive hotel on the route, pay out an enormous amount for three hours hire of a luxury suite, drink champagne and screw. The expression on her face told him she knew what he was thinking. Emma was a sexy little darling who would do most things for John, as long as he kept her in the extravagant style to which she’d become seductively accustomed.
“Rounding a sharp bend, Emma shouted, “Look out, we have stupid cyclist ahead.” Her cry was not out of concern. She didn’t think they had any right on the road. Certainly not in their way. Emma despised poor people and those on peddle bikes were, in her opinion, the lowest of the low.
John made no attempt to slow, zigzagging around them, sounding the horn very aggressively. Ridiculously wound up, Emma took hold of an empty beer can in the car, throwing it directly at the cyclist.
Looking in his rear mirror John burst out laughing.
“Bloody fools.”“What?” she screamed in hysterics.“One of them has fallen off into the ditch.”Emma turned, and although they couldn’t hear, hollered, “Dickhead.” Then she gave the fading riders a one-fingered gesture. John slammed on the brakes, stood up on the seat, pulled his pants and shorts down to his thighs and mooned his bare ass at them. Giggling like a couple of spoilt school kids, John slipped his pants back on and sat down, leaning over to kiss and fondle Emma, arrogant in the knowledge that such a beautiful women could only be his, bought with wealth. .
The two sped off into the evening, setting sun. Ahead of them, they imagined, their night in each other‘s arms..
“I thought it was serviced last week?” Emma said, bored and tired.“It was,” John muttered through clenched teeth. “Idiotic mechanics.“So what do we do now?” she asked.He rubbed his greasy hands on an old towel found in the auto, and slammed down the hood of the car.
“Are you sure your cell phone won’t work, Emma?”Petulantly she answered, “I’ve tried it umpteen times. It must be these trees stopping the signal.”
John shrugged and leaned against the car.“What now? Emma asked.“We’ll have to walk to the nearest garage.”“Walk! What in these shoes.” Emma pointed to her tall stilettos. “Do you want to stay here, Emma? And I’ll go and find help”“I’m not sitting out here in the middle of nowhere, thank you very much,” she said sarcastically, huffing, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling with the temper tantrum .
Emma got out the car, took her high-heels off, throw them into the auto, and they walked off toward where they hoped to find civilization.
“Geez, what the hell is that?” Emma exclaimed. Two hours down the road they came to a rambling collection of buildings, part garage, part broken down motel and cafe, part dilapidated buildings.
By this time both were tired, tetchy and not talking to each other. She wasn’t used to trekking along dusty roads and he wasn’t used to her irritability. Mild peevishness to get her own way, a piece of jewelry, or an expensive dress, came as standard behavior for Emma. But she always kept cheerful. This was a new side to her character. Emma didn’t like the rough life.
“Maybe they can repair the car,” he offered.“They can’t even repair the buildings,” she huffed.
He gave her a weak smile and walked up to the door. It was immediately obvious the garage was closed. The dim lights from the café drew them in.
The place showed little signs of life, except for a man behind the counter and a huddle of three men in the low light of a cubicle. Nobody took much notice of the pair as they entered. Emma wasn’t used to being ignored.
John approached the man, who picked up a glass, turned it upside down, banged it down and flicked a beetle from the counter as the creature fell out from the container. Emma shook her head in disgust.
“Is there anybody in the garage?” John asked.“Doesn’t look like it, does it,” came back the drawled reply.“Is there likely to be?” John pressed the man.“Doubt it.”“Bloody fool,” Emma said, too loudly for comfort.“Any chance of anything to eat?” John persisted.“Coffee is on.”“Okay,” John said resignedly.
Emma looked around, turned her noise up at the grubby state of the place, looked back at the man and said loudly, “Do you have anywhere that is cleaner that this place, where we can wash up and rest?”
The man behind the counter flickered at something else on the bar, picked at his nose and nodded his head to a door at the other end.
He led on, shuffling along, John and Emma in tow. They passed the group of men, went through the door and into a scruffy little room.
“This is the best we can do,” the disheveled man said. “I’ll get your coffee brought along. We don‘t usually do service, but for such a pretty lady I’m sure we can manage something. His tone was sarcastic an said with a leer at Emma.”
He pointed to the corner. “There’s a basin over there. It’s only cold water from the tap.” H rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth, licked his lips and left, closing the door.
“What a dump,” Emma said.“Any phone signal?” John asked.“Not a hope,” she shrugged. “I don’t reckon anything works around here.”
A soft, single rap at the door sounded. John looked up from where he sat on an old bed. Emma was by the sink drying her face. Desperately trying to see by the dim light, lipstick in her other hand, she paid no attention to the intrusion.
“Come in,” John called.
The handle turned, the creaky door opened a fraction, then fully. A man came in, and leaned against the frame.
“Yes?” John asked, wondering what this man wanted. He wasn’t the one who’d shown them in. “Have you brought our coffee?
It was a silly question. John must have seen the man wasn’t carrying anything.
The man was in his mid thirties, stubble on his chin and thinning hair. He didn’t seem to want to say anything. Peeved, John said, “Is there something you want?”
The man stared over at Emma and then back to John, both actions in a slow movement of his head as if weighing them up.
“Are you the owner of that fancy car?”John saw a possible light to their problems.“Good, so you’re the mechanic, then.”“Nope,” came the reply.“Then want the heck do you want?” Emma called out from across the grimy room.
Someone pushed at the half open door and John watched another man come in. He was about to say something when a third man joined the. This one leaned back against the door, pushing it firmly shut with his foot.
“Remember us,” the first man asked.“Why should we,” Emma said haughtily.“We’re the bikers you almost ran over. Do you two arrogant bastards, recall us now?”
“Get out,” Emma said. Trying to hide a growing fear.
The three men stood silently watching her and John.
“We reckon you owe us an apology,” the stubble man said.“I think they owe us more than words,” the man next to him, a red spotted scarf around his neck, butted in.“We’ll’ take it in kind,” the third man laughed in a way that suggested a menacing turn of events. He was the last one into the room, and his large hands, studded with rings rested heavily against the door.
“Would you like me to call the police,” John said, a mixture of haughtiness and concern in his tone.“The police,” stubble faced chuckled. “If you can find a phone to work…go ahead. Those fancy cell phones won‘t connect out here. No masts or signals.”
John made a move toward the door. Spotted scarf stayed put, his considerable bulk and mean face between escape.
“Aren’t you the arrogant kid who thought showing his ass was cleaver?”John gulped and sat back on the bed.
The ring man put a hand on stubble face’s shoulder and said, more than a touch of derision in his voice, “You like a bit of male rear, don’t you, Ryan. Maybe this young speed merchant could show you how sorry he is by offering you his.”All three men laughed, not humorously, more as a threat.
Emma brashly said, “I’ve had enough of this. I’m leaving.”
She managed a single step. Red spotted scarf man grabbed her, pushing Emma up against a wall, tearing at her dress, hands fondling over her exposed, delicate white lace bra. John began to get up. He was sent flying backwards onto the bed by a left-handed swipe from the man called Ryan. Emma got shoved away by the scarf man, with a, “Keep your mouth shut, unless you want us to make you pay for the insult.”
Immediately attention turned to John. Finished with Emma, the bulky scarf man, pounced on John and held him down on the bed, instantly assisted by the ring man.
“Do you want him, Ryan?” Scarf man sneered.“Might teach him a lesson,” Ryan scoffed.
Standing watching while his two friends easily overpowered John and pulled down his pants and shorts, with Emma cowering in the corner, Ryan waited until they’d stripped the victim, made a hand gesture for his fiends to turn the man over, then slipped his own pants down to his lower thighs. He wore no shorts, his short, thick girthed cock half erect.
“You,” he hollered at Emma. “Get over here and use your hand to make me stiff.”“Leave her alone,” John shouted in a trembling voice.“Keep him quiet,” Ryan scowled, the other two men ripping a piece of the dirty sheet from the bed and used it as a gag on John.
“What did I say?” John bawled at Emma. “I’m waiting.
Fear in her pretty face, she slowly came over. When at arms length, Ryan hauled her closer, took hold of her hand and pushed it down to his cock.
“Now show us what you can do, babe. I’m sure you’ve given this weak fellow a handjob.”
Shaking, she massaged Ryan. When he went stiff, he contemptuously shoved her aside. Cock erect, he knelt over the helpless John, fingered his ass and penetration straight into his anus.
Even through the gag, John’s cries could be heard. Ryan went on anally fucking him, the other men egging him on, derogatory laughing filling the room.
John’s rear screw didn’t last long. Ryan grunted and panted, ejaculating up the young man’s ass, pulling away, and watching his semen trickle from his prey’s rear hole.
“Turn him on his back,” Ryan ordered.Casting around, seizing Emma, he barked, “Give your boyfriend some relief with those long, elegant fingers of yours.”When she remained motionless and dumb, he pulled her face close to his and growled, “Do as you are told, you rich bitch, or Jim, here,” he nodded at the man mountain who was scarf man, “Will stick his cock up your tender ass.”
Thrown onto the bed next to John, Emma began to massage his shaft.“Faster,” Jim urged.Even though she increased the pace of her jerking, John was too traumatized and scared to get stiff.
“Try sucking him,” ring man laughed wickedly.Emma had no chance to refuse. Her head was pushed down on John.
Even her mouth wouldn’t make him erect.
“Teach her how it’s done on a man, Raul,” the one called Jim said to the ring man.
Emma ’s face showed panic. Raul, ring man, leered, slipped his pants down and stood waiting, his cock already firm with anticipation. The young woman could not move with horror. “Ryan got hold of her, said in a mockingly kind voice, “Better a blowjob than a hard cock deep up your ass, lady.” then viciously he tore her bra, Emma’s breasts falling out to a roar from two of the men.
Cringing in total fear, Emma was pushed to her knees and had her face shoved into Raul’s cock.
“Get on with it,” he urged, hands at the back of her head, a handful of blonde hair, forcing her mouth to accept his cock.
Ryan and Jim dragged John off the bed, tied him upright to a vertical water pipe running vertically up the wall, left his gag on, binding him secure, forcing the rich kid to watch Emma give the man called Raul oral sex.
“Don’t think I’m gonna pull out, babe,” he cruelly mocked. “You will taste me and then swallow, “ Raul tormented.
Jim and Ryan stood and cheered as Emma went on sucking. When Raul grabbed her head fiercely and prevented the young woman from escape, his face showing the contortions of ejaculation, they cheered as if in triumph. When he finally allowed her to let his shaft slip from her mouth, the sticky, cream gelatinous eruption was clearly visible on the corner of Emma’s lips.
Emma slumped on the floor, sobbing and weeping.
“They still haven’t said sorry,” Ryan snickered.“And I still haven‘t has my fun,” Jim, the huge, broad shouldered brute said, ominously looked down at the crumpled figure of Emma.
At last she realized what he’d said. Her once bight eyes stared up at the hulk. Then all of a sudden she screamed, “NO.”
Tied and gagged, John was secured upright to a water down pipe, his pants and shorts still around her lower thighs, helplessly compelled to watch as Emma got dragged onto the bed. Ryan held her arms above her head. Raul sat on her kicking legs, snorting with laughter at her screams and efforts to get away.
“Get her dress panties off,” Ryan chuckled, Raul needed no encouragement, ripping at them, tearing the summer dress and shredding her flimsy panties. Rings on his fingers, Raul stretched her legs apart and fingered her now exposed loins.
The screaming got louder. Ryan leaned over, put a hand over her mouth, and in a contrived stage whisper said to Emma, “If I was you, pretty lady, I’d stopped that noise. If you look at Jim, who has now got his pants down, you’ll see the monstrous size of his dick. There’s nothing you can do to prevent that going into your pussy. Just imagine if you make Jim angry with your noise, he might turn you over and stick it up your ass as well. That could be a very painful insertion“ That caused Ryan a lot of amusement. Then he continued. “And if that won‘t keep you quiet, at this time of the evening we get some of the local men in. If they wonder what the screaming is about and come down here seeing you spread out with your shaved pussy on display, well you could have along night of dicks in you.”
He let his hand come of her mouth. The threat worked. Emma kept quiet, apart from dreadful sobbing.
Big Jim grinned lasciviously, went down on her and penetrated hard. He thrust and gyrated so vigorously, Emma moaned loudly. Raul and Ryan howling approval. Massive Jim gave it one final effort, grunted loudly, slipped his cock out of Emma and came all over her abdomen.
His explosion ran like a river, congealed and settled in a pool in Emma’s pierced, jeweled bellybutton.
“I can’t miss out on this, Raul,” salivated when Jim staggered up from his sexual fun. “Being sucked off ain’t as good as giving this babe a good fucking.”“Please, no,” Emma shrieked. It didn’t save her.
With the young woman screeching, Ryan took fiendish satisfaction in picking up Emma with her legs kicking wildly. “How do you want her?” he hooted sadistically. Raul didn’t bother about that. Whipping down his pants, shaft stiff with the thought of Emma’s pussy, he snatched hold of her ankles, moved in between her legs and stuffed his cock into her already wet vagina.
Emma struggled and thrashed about, all to no avail, Raul contemptuously fucking her, shouting, “She’s like a bucking mare getting a good shafting.”
When he climaxed, Raul let her go, his blast shooting out and soaking Emma’s loins. Condescendingly, he finished with the young woman, and she was discarded in a crying heap on the bed.
Eyes blackened with running makeup, Emma must have thought the nightmare was over. A creaking door brought the shabby barman’s head around the edge.
“Having fun, boys,” he beamed. Then catching sight of Emma, shuffled into the room, rubbings hands down his loins in expectation, drooling, “They ain’t paid for the coffee. How about…?
Emma screamed, almost too desperate to make much noise. Raul and Ryan were down on her, finally completely stripping Emma of the remnants of torn clothes. Naked and held with arms and legs stretched apart, she sobbed insanely, the barman taking his time to put hands over her breasts, play with her clitoris and feel the moisture in her vagina. With a heavy body weighing her down, he gave the blonde her third fuck of that dreadful evening.
Overweight and panting, the barman managed to pull himself up at the moment of relief, crouched over her breasts, ejaculated onto that beautiful face, scooping up a globule of his semen and forcing Emma to suck it in her mouth. Satisfied with their apology, the three bikers left the room, locking the door after them
Morning came with a glorious burst of sunshine. John curled up in one corner, Emma lay on the bed. The door swung open. Big Jim filled the doorway. Emma shivered, recalling how he’d fucked her the night before.
“Get up,” Jim said in his booming voice.“Our clothes?” John muttered nervously. “They’re torn and useless. You won’t need them. Throw the old pieces in the trashcan and then walk in font of me.” They stared.“That’s right. Stark naked. The both of you. And if you don’t want what you got last night, get a move on.”
The bulky man with red spotted scarf watched whilst John and Emma chucked away the few bits of clothing they still had. Pushing them out the door he marched up the corridor to the café.
To their horror the shabby diner was packed with over thirty bikers, the sight of Emma and John greeted with whistles and jeers.
Big Jim put a hand on each of their shoulders.
“We’ve mended your fancy car. It’s outside. To get home you’ll have to drive naked. But before even that…” he laughed…”You’ll have to run the gauntlet through the crowd.”
John and Emma stood frozen to the spot. Jim encouraged them to move with a mighty shove. The crowd erupted in cheers and slow hand clapping. The two young bare victims were pinball bounced from one biker group to the next. Some grabbed and fondled, others held them, spanking an ass, according to their sexual predilections.
Two men not only put her over their knees to use firm hands on her pretty rear but also delayed her exit by fingering intimately into her pussy, cornering Emma so she could not escape.
Finally the ordeal came to an end. They tumbled, humiliated and degraded from the café. Emma got in the car, followed by John, and then they drove away.
They didn’t say anything to each other on the journey back to town. Neither did they ever say anything about what had happened to them, too ashamed and debased
The biker’s café still talk about Emma, hoping she’d come their way again one day. The two rich kids never realized their night of shame was photographed by the bikers. Maybe one day you readers will see it posted on the web. The End
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