@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZPart two of the ensuing story. Very rough. @END_FILE_ID.DIZ Becky opened her eyes to darkness. Her entire body ached and, to her dread, she was unable to move. Her arms and legs had been tied tightly to the sides of some sort of platform and some sort of strap held her forehead tightly against the same wooden boards. Her mouth was taped shut and she found it hard to breathe. It was cold and damp and the young girl suddenly realized she was laying there naked. The thoughts of her horrible experience came flooding back to her and she began to cry, making it harder still for her to breathe. She gasped for air through her nose, making snorting sounds as she tried to get oxygen into her body. She jerked as she felt something move against her until she realized that there was another arm pressed tightly against her own. A very muffled voice attempted to make a sound, without success. Becky assumed that she lay there next to her friend Leslie. Somehow the knowledge that she was not alone gave her some slight comfort. The two girls lay there struggling to free themselves for a time that passed slowly. The cords that bound them to the platform cut into their skin, Leslie had long since lost the feeling in her lower legs. It was not long before both simply lay there limp, unable to struggle any longer. After what seemed like hours, the girls heard a door swing open. A bright light flooded the room and, as their eyes adjusted, they saw two of the men from the bar standing over them. "So, you two bitches are awake," one of the men said. "It's about fucking time." "All ready for another fuck?" the other man asked as he looked down at Leslie. She felt his hand slide up between her legs and rub at her bared crotch. "Let 'er alone for now man," the first man said. "Be plenty of that shit later." "Yeah, fuck, I guess so," the man over Leslie said. With that he moved his hand from her crotch to her left breast, roughly pinching and twisting the nipple. Leslie squirmed in pain and pleaded with her eyes. The two men loosened the straps binding the girls heads first, then their arms and legs. Both girls just lay there limply as they did so. A searing pain struck Becky as she tried to move her body, every joint was on fire. Each girl was grabbed by the hand and pulled roughly to their feet. Both cried out sharply as their arms and legs were finally receiving fresh blood flow. Becky gasped as she looked at Leslie. The young girls hair was matted and her face was smeared with a mixture of blood and dirt. Her right eye was swollen almost shut. There were tiny scratches and bruises all over her chest and legs. The two men pushed the girls out of the closet and into a fairly large open room that was furnished with a couple beds, a table and chairs, and a television. In the far corner, there was a large assortment of video equipment, including cameras. Several men sat at the table drinking beer and playing cards. "Get 'em cleaned up." Becky recognized the man as the large man from the bar. Leslie attempted to speak and her voice came out in dry scratches. "Where are we?" The men ignored her. The two girls looked at each other and felt themselves pushed towards a door at the far end of the room. The door was pushed open and Becky felt the warm sun beat down on her. Out here, there were five more men along with three women sitting on steps and a few beach chairs. Again, Becky recognized the men from the bar. She looked pleadingly at one of the women, a young girl probably not a lot older than Becky herself. "Please help us," Becky pleaded. A few of the men laughed. "Sure hon," the biker girl said. "I'll help you." With that she walked over to Becky and slid her hand tightly between Becky's legs. "I'll help you come!" Becky pushed the girl's hand away as the men laughed heartily. Looking around, Leslie saw that they were on the front porch of a fairly large old, run down, farmhouse. The front yard was nothing but dirt and there was a graded dirt road running in front of it. Glancing both ways, the road disappeared in each direction into deep woods. "Don't even fucking think of running away, cause we'll fucking kill and eat you if you do," one of the men said gruffly. Becky and Leslie fully believed him. Pushed off the porch, the two men half pulled, half dragged the two girls to the middle of the dirt yard. Pulling down, the men ordered the two girls to stay there and then began to walk away. Only moments later, Becky felt the sting of hard, cool water spraying over her. Two of the biker girls were spraying them with a garden hose. The nozzles of the hoses had been turned to full force. The two biker girls seemed to enjoy searing the spray into Becky's and Leslie's breasts and crotches. The two young girls were unable to fully protect themselves from the unmerciful spray. After a few minutes of watching their two captives attempting to cover themselves against the stinging water, the two biker girls reduced the force of the water to a fine mist. "Now clean yourselves up," one of the men yelled from the porch. "Get yourselves clean real good." The sudden change in the water force took both girls by surprise. The cool water now trickling down their bodies felt wonderful. "I said, fuckin' clean yourselves," the voice rang out again. One of the men stood up and took his shirt off as he walked towards the two girls. "Either you two do it or I'll fuckin' come over there and do it for you." Quickly, the girls began rubbing their bodies clean with the water spraying against them. In only a few seconds, the water was again directed forcefully against them, stinging their skin but effectively removing all the dirt and grime that had previously covered their bodies. The water shut off and the original two men walked to the girls and grabbed them each by an arm pulling them roughly back into the house. The men playing cards at the table glanced up and them. "You look fuckin' good again," one of them said. "Yeah, y'all ready to fuck again?" The large man from the bar stood up. "Hey bitches," he yelled. "Get the fuck in here." Almost immediately, the three biker girls were inside. "Take one of these two and get her lookin' pretty. I want this to look good." With that, one of the three biker girls grabbed Leslie by the arm and pulled her towards another room. Becky attempted to go with them but was pulled back by the two men still standing with her. "Ain't your fuckin' turn yet bitch," one of them said. The large man walked towards Becky. "Listen bitch, you and your friend are going to make us a lot of money. There are people out there that will pay a fuckin' ton for fresh young meat like you two. So unless you want to end up fuckin' eatin' fish shit at the bottom of some lake, you better behave and do what I tell you. That clear?" Becky shook her head tentatively. "Good," He motioned to the two men still standing there. "Take her into the kitchen and get her something to eat and drink." "Can I use the bathroom," Becky asked quietly. "Yeah, what the fuck," the leader said. "It's over there." He motioned towards a door across the room. Becky walked slowly towards it. "Just don't take all fuckin' day bitch." A strong, putrid stench escaped when Becky opened the door. The one window in the room had been boarded over and there was no light. Becky looked at the toilet in the dark room. It was covered with scum and what appeared to be years of abuse. Squatting above it and careful not to let it touch her skin, she peed. With that release, a stabbing pain made itself known that traveled from her asshole to her cunt. She wondered if and hoped that nothing had been torn in the rough attack that had occurred. It occurred to her that this was the first time she had relieved herself in a long time. She wondered what day it was and what time it was. The door suddenly swinging open brought her back to the present. "Get fuckin' done bitch," the man at the door demanded. Becky stood up allowing the remnants of her urine to drip onto the floor. The man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her through the main room and into a small kitchen. Pushing her down into a chair, he slapped a bowl in front of her filled with what appeared to be corn flakes and milk. "Eat," was all the man said. "I'm not hungry," Becky replied. Which was only half true. She just didn't think she could eat anything now, the thought of it made her nauseous. "What the fuck, I don't give a shit," the man replied. "You want somethin' to drink?" "OK," Becky replied quietly. The man opened a dirty refrigerator and pulled out a can of Budweiser. Pulling open the tab, he took a quick drink himself before handing the can to Becky. The coldness of the beer felt soothing as it drained down Becky's throat. She held the cold can against her forehead. "What are you all going to do to us," she asked the man. "Fuck, bitch. Just don't fuckin' worry about it. You heard Devil, you're worth a fuckin' lot of money to us. All that's gonna fuckin' happen is that you are gonna be in a fuckin' movie and that's it." "Are you going to let us go, I mean, afterwards?" "Sure bitch, you don't think we're gonna face fuckin' murder raps do you? Now just shut the fuck up and drink the beer." Becky took another drink. The kitchen door swung open. "Get the bitch in here," the man at the door said. With that, Becky was again grabbed and pushed into the larger room. "Tie her to the fuckin' chair and gag her," the large man ordered. Becky was shoved roughly onto a chair that had been moved to a wall. Her arms and legs were tightly bound to the sides of the chair and a dirty piece of cloth was shoved into her mouth, covered with a piece of duct tape. As the man was finishing putting the tape across her mouth Becky saw Leslie being led back into the room. The image that she saw almost took her breath away. Leslie had chains draped across her neck and her hands were tied with straps behind her back. Her face had a thick coating of make up on, in an attempt to hide the grossly blackened eye. Their eyes met. Becky wanted to run to her friends aid but she was completely unable to move. The leader walked towards Leslie and gently stroker her hair. "What's your name," he asked of her. Suddenly his voice was non- threatening, almost kind. "Leslie," she answered softly. "Ok Leslie, if you're good, and you last a while, there are people out there who'll pay fifty, sixty thousand to see it." The man's words stabbed at both girls. What did he mean, "if you last a while?" Becky struggled uselessly against her ropes. A man handed the leader an instant camera and the leader stepped back. Aiming the camera, he clicked. A photo popped out. Another click, another photo. Leslie stood there motionless as the man moved around her taking pictures. Meanwhile, Becky watched other men setting up lights facing Leslie and unpacking video cameras. Across the room, Becky saw the three biker girls standing at a small table. She cringed when she recognized what was on the table top. Drugs and needles. One of the girl was filling several needles up with some sort of liquid. "OK, you guys ready yet," the leader asked the men behind him. Quickly bringing the video cameras to their shoulders, both men quickly motioned yes. "Leslie, stand up against the wall," he said as he took her by the arm and stood her flat against the wall. "OK, start the cameras." Becky watched the scene as if it were already on film and she was watching TV. The large man stepped back out of camera range and spoke. "OK, young lady," his voice had now taken something of an announcer's. Clear and very deep. "What is your name?" Leslie looked terrified as she stared into the cameras. "What is your name?" the man repeated. "Leslie," she replied softly. "You'll need to speak up," the man insisted. "Leslie," she again replied, this time a tiny bit louder. Again she began to softly cry. "How old are you Leslie?" "Sixteen." "A little louder Leslie." "Sixteen," she repeated. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. "Ok, cut the cameras for a minute," the man said as he walked towards Leslie. "Kneel down," he said as he took her by the arm. "OK, I want a close up of this, make sure you keep my face out of the picture." With that, he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. His cock was standing a full erection. "Leslie, take my cock in your mouth now." The young girl burst into full sobs and looked away. "Listen Leslie, we can either do this real nice and easy or we can make tough on you and your friend. Now which is it?" Leslie continued to sob and look away. "OK," the man said towards one of the men standing next to Becky. "Burn her." The leader grabbed Leslie's head and forced it to look at Becky. Becky tried again to escape her ropes, again in vain. Becky saw the man come towards her and light a cigarette. Fear filled every pore in her body. Leslie realized what was about to happen. "No," she cried out. "Don't do it, I'll do whatever you want me to do." "A little late for that Leslie," the man replied. "Just remember this next time I tell you to do something." With that, the man standing in front of Becky took the cigarette from his mouth and placed the lit end against Becky's right breast, just below the nipple. Muffled screams came from the taped mouth and tears streamed from the horrified eyes. The man left the cigarette against her skin for about five seconds before removing it and replacing it in his mouth, puffing deeply and blowing the smoke into Becky's face. "You guys get that on film?" the leader inquired. Again they motioned that they had. "Now Leslie," the leader returned his attention to her. "You ready again?" Leslie was crying and could not stop shaking. "Yes," she said weakly as she looked up at the large man's face. "OK, now," he said. "Put my cock in your mouth." Leslie leaned forward and let the man's cock slide into her mouth. It tasted salty and, as the night before, smelled grossly putrid. She gagged but kept her head steady. "Get it on tape," the leader ordered. Taking the back of Leslie's head in his hands, the man started fucking Leslie's mouth. Leslie's nose was clogged from her tears as he did, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Becky closed her eyes to the scene but was unable to block out the sounds of her friends gagging and choking. After a few minutes, the man started pumping harder and harder intl Leslie's mouth. It was obvious that he was on the verge of coming. Leslie felt his cock slamming into her mouth and, with each inward motion, she felt herself involuntarily gag. Finally, the man pulled himself from her and shot a milky stream across her face. As he stood in front of her, still holding her head in his hand, he milked the remaining drops from his cock and wiped it across her lips. "Great," he said. "You get all of it on tape?" The men motioned that they had. "OK then, clean 'er up and lets get ready again," the man said as he pulled his pants back up and walked over to the table where the drugs were. One of the biker girls walked over to Leslie and, with a damp cloth, wiped the sticky sperm from her face. The cloth felt coarse against Leslie's skin and she cringed when the girl brushed against her swollen eye. Becky watched intently as the leader picked up something from the table and walked back over to Leslie. She again cringed when she saw exactly what it was he was holding. He had a set of piercing needles, the same kind they used at the ear piercing studio in the mall. "OK, get her up," he ordered the biker girl with the cloth. The girl helped Becky to her feet. Two men came from the side wall and threw a thin rope up to the ceiling and over an exposed beam. Tying one end to the strap holding Leslie's arms together behind her back, they pulled the other end tightly. With that, Leslie's arms were pulled backwards and up, forcing her body forward at the waist. Again Becky closed her eyes to the scene in front of her. Leslie felt as though her arms were breaking at the shoulder. Searing pain shot up from her back and shoulders. "Please," she cried, "You're breaking my arms. Please stop." Her voice was pleading. "You gettin' this on film?" the leader asked as he looked at one of the men with a camera. The man motioned again that he was. "You're doing good Leslie, keep it goin'," the man said towards the straining girl. The men pulled the rope even tighter. Leslie screamed in agony causing Becky to jump in her seat. Opening her eyes, Becky saw her friend bent forward at almost a ninety degree angle with her arms pulled impossibly upwards. Leslie's hair was draped across her face as she was forced to look down. Becky watched as the two cameramen moved quickly and silently around the bent young girl, carefully recording every sound and movement. The leader moved back to Leslie's side and pulled her hair away from her face. Becky stared at it. At first she could barely recognize her friend. Her face was distorted into a mass of agony. Becky again closed her eyes. Leslie was still conscious but just barely. Almost impossible to breathe, her crying had stopped. Her shoulders ached and every slight involuntary move brought new agony to her body. The leader now lay Leslie's hair to one side of her face and let it fall across. The two cameramen continued to photograph the scene. Kneeling down, the leader took Leslie's left breast into his hand. Squeezing it slowly, he let his fingers knead the soft flesh, inching his hand forward until he held the nipple in his fingers. He slowly and deliberatly twisted the pink tissue, evoking new screams of pain from the young girl. The man quickly brought the piercing instrument he was holding to the now protruding nipple and deftly the skin into the device. Snapping a trigger, the gadget's needles quickly pierced the skin. Again, Leslie screamed in torment. The man stood back up as the camera's continued to record. Placing a small ring into the device, he knelt back down next to the girl. Again taking her breast in his hand, he squeezed up towards the tip, forcing a few drops of blood to spill from the pierced tip. Placing the nipple again into the instrument, he against pressed a trigger. The ring impaled itself through the sensitive skin. With that agony, Leslie felt herself fade into unconsciousness.