Bikers

You must be over 18 for read this story with rape, if you not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read not more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Any man who commit rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right if they not hurt somebody.

"My father warned me not to come here," Leslie said to her friend Becky as she walked towards the bar. The place had a terrible reputation and was well known as a hangout for a local biker gang. But it wasn't like they had any real choice in the matter now though. Becky's car was sitting a quarter mile down the road, it was getting darker by the minute and this was the only place open for a couple miles.

"All we'll do is go in, use the phone to call daddy, and then leave. It'll be OK," Becky whispered to Sharon as they walked through the front door.

Looking quickly around the large central room, Leslie now knew why she had been warned away from the place. There had to be twenty guys all sitting around tables drinking, and none of them looked like they had showered for a week. As the two young girls walked into the room, all talking ceased and all eyes were on them.

"What can I help you ladies out with?" asked a man behind the bar.

Both girls were motionless and seemed to become frozen in their tracks.

The man at the bar asked again, "What do you girls need?"

One of the customers yelled out, "Maybe they're too young to know what they want!"

Another yelled out, "Yeah, we ought to go ahead and give it to 'em."

The man behind the bar hollered for everyone to shut up and asked the girls a third time what they needed.

"Just to use the phone sir," Becky squeaked out. "Our car broke down and we need to call my father."

One of the customers, a large man wearing a typical biker outfit got up and walked over to the girls. "No need to call your daddy, we can fix anything that's wrong," he said harshly. "Ain't that right?" The other customers all yelled back in agreement. "Why don't you two ladies sit and relax while I send some guys down to get your car?"

"No thanks, mister, my dad will come get us," Becky almost whispered.

"What the fuck's wrong bitch," one of the customer's yelled. "You don't fuckin' trust us?"

The other customers heckled in agreement.

The large man standing next to the girls grabbed Becky's arm and said, "Give me the fuckin' keys. I told you we'd fix the goddamned thing."

With that, he grabbed her keys from her hands and threw them across the room to another customer.

"Now just go sit the fuck down and relax."

The man walked to the guy with the keys and told him to go get the car. When the man balked for a second, the larger man grabbed him by the hair and literally stood him up. Leslie thought the man's hair was being ripped out by the roots.

"I told you to go get the fuckin' car, now go," the man roared and threw the man forward. The man stumbled out of the bar.

Leslie and Becky looked at each other quickly and then glanced at the bar. There was a small table sitting next to it with no guys at it. The two girls quickly moved towards it and sat down.

The man from before, obviously the leader, walked over to the girls and was quickly joined by most of the other men.

"What you two want to drink?" he demanded.

"Nothing, thanks," Becky replied.

"When I offer you something to fuckin' drink bitch, you fuckin' drink it!" The tone of the man's voice scared the two girls even more than they already were. "Get these two bitches a beer," he roared.

The man behind the bar asked the girls their ages.

"17," Becky answered.

"16," Leslie whispered.

"Fuck," the man at the bar answered, "I'm gonna lose my fuckin' liquor license." He then opened two Budweisers and handed them across the bar to the large man.

"Here," the man said gruffly as he sat the beer down in front of the girls. "Drink them," he demanded.

Neither girl moved.

"I said, fucking drink the fuckin' beer bitch," the man snarled as he grabbed Leslie by the hair and pulled her head back.

Both girls grabbed the cans in front of them. Each took a small sip.

"What the fuck is that," one of the other men said, grabbing Becky's can. He guzzled it down.

"Give the girls another beer," the large man ordered. When he gave that new beer to Becky, he ordered her to drink it down quick and not to stop until it was empty.

Becky raised the can to her lips and closed her eyes. Swallowing as quickly as she could, she felt the cold beer pouring down her throat. Several times she was afraid she would gag but she managed to finish it.

"Jesus fuck," one customer said. "What a fuckin' bitch. You sure you're only 17?"

Becky looked at Leslie helplessly.

"Now you," the large man said to Leslie. "Fuckin' drink it down bitch."

Leslie took the can to her lips and swallowed a few hard times. She took the can away to take a breath.

With that the large man erupted. "Fuckin' bitch. I told you to fuckin' drink it."

The man grabbed Leslie by the arm and pulled her away from the table. Becky tried to jump up but she felt several strong hands hold her down.

"You stupid bitch, when I fuckin' tell you to do something, you fuckin' do it," the man roared.

Leslie had started to cry.

"Stop that fuckin' crying or I'll give you something to fuckin' cry about bitch," the man ordered. "Just shut the fuck up."

With that, and without warning, the man reached down and with one motion ripped open Leslie's blouse. The suddenness of his action caught her completely off guard and she stood there motionless. With his other hand he crudely yanked at the front clasp of her bra and with one more motion ripped it completely off her body, exposing her young breasts. Leslie screamed and tried to cover herself.

"I told you to shut the fuck up bitch," the man yelled and slapped her sharply across the face. "If you don't fuckin' shut up I swear I'll fuckin' kill you."

Again Becky tried to stand but was again forced back down into her seat. "Just relax and enjoy bitch," one man said to her. She felt hands slowly running over the front of her blouse and the men held her hands tight against the table.

The force of the man's blow had knocked Leslie down to the floor where she lay half-sobbing, attempting to cover herself.

"Get the fuck up bitch," the man demanded and extended his hand. Leslie lay there staring at him. Reaching down, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet in one motion. He immediately bent her arms back and forced her to her knees. Becky watched from across the room as the man quickly unzipped his fly and pulled his penis from his pants.

"Put it in your mouth bitch," he demanded as he slapped Leslie on the cheek with it. "Open your fuckin' mouth."

Leslie had jerked a guy off once in the backseat of his car and that guy had tried to get her to do this but she had refused. Now, sobbing, she closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth wide, hoping to avoid contact with the thing now sliding in over her lips.

"Not so fucking wide bitch," the man roared as he grabbed the back of her head and slammed it against him, sending his cock to the back of her throat. Leslie gagged violently but the man held her head in place. "And don't fuckin' bite either or I'll fuckin' kill you."

By now about half of the men there had gathered around the two figures and had taken hold of Leslie's arms while the man continued to force her head back and forth over his cock. Becky watched in terror from her seat across the room, almost not conscious of the hands that roamed over her body.