YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/bikers2.txt

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@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZPart two of the ensuing story. Very rough.
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         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.