Five motorcycles drifted up quietly outside the house on a hot summer’s night. The lead cycle held a woman who was naked except for a dog collar. She was strapped to the rear seat backrest with a cord around her tits, her hands were cuffed behind her, her mouth was clamped firmly shut, she had a butt plug in her ass, and a vibrating dildo in her cunt. The latter two were held in place by a harness that was locked around her waist, and a strap that ran from it down between her legs, split her cunt lips, and ran up her ass crack to the back of the harness. She looked dazed and almost stoned.
The leader looked like a giant version of Gerard Butler on a bad hair day, and he was wearing reflective sunglasses at 1:30 in the morning. His name was Nick.
He stopped in front of the modest looking house in this residential district, checked the house number, put his kickstand down, then lifted his leg over the hog. He unstrapped and lifted the girl off the back of his bike like she was a largish doll, and flung her over his shoulder.
Her hair was matted, and her face and body were covered with damp and dried cum.
As he was walking up the steps, another young woman threw open the door, and raced out and confronted the bikers, shouting, “Oh, my God! What the fuck have you cocksuckers done…”
Nick held up his hand to stop her, and said, “She’s fine. She wanted this…as you know. And she's the only cocksucker here.” He put the bound woman on her feet. She was trembling and looked exhausted. He smiled, and said to her, “Isn’t that right, cumslut?”
The cum-covered woman looked down, blushed furiously, then nodded slowly.
Nick stood back, put his hands on his hips, looked at her, then said, “Show me.”
She opened her mouth, and showed him that it was still full of cum.
“Now swallow it. Swallow it all, slut.”
With some difficulty, because of the quantity of cum, she did. Then opened her mouth again to show him she had.
He shook his head in admiration, and grinned. “So, tell your pretty girl friend: did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
She gave him a strange look, looked down again, then after a long pause, shivered, and said, “I fucking loved it!”
Nick nodded to his number two, who got a tin washtub off the back of his bike, and set it on the open front porch, in full view of the street.
Another of the bikers brought two, one-gallon plastic milk jugs. But they weren’t filled with milk.
~~~~~
It had started when Melody and Bonnie went on a road trip on Melody’s motorcycle, a Honda Goldwing, out away from the city on a beautiful summer’s day to a small town in the country. They often rode together, as they both enjoyed the physical closeness of Bonnie hugging Melody’s back as she drove, as well as the throbbing machine between their legs.
But today their objective was just to enjoy the countryside. After a while, they stopped to get ice cream cones.
Once they had their cones, they lounged outside in the heat, looking at the lake behind the stand, and talked about how nice it was to escape the city’s noise, and their everyday routines.
Just then, a pack of motorcyclists roared up, pulling into the ice cream stand, and all dismounted. Most of them went into the shop, but three of them stayed behind. One was enormous, shaggy, and looked like a motorcycle gangster from central casting. He was wearing reflective sunglasses.
Bonnie was looking at his motorcycle, and got up to go over for a closer look. Melody stopped her and just shook her head. A silent debate took place between them, consisting mostly of eyebrows being raised and grimaces, until finally, Bonnie shook Melody’s hand off and walked over to the big dude.
“Excuse me,” she said.
He looked down at her and just waited.
“Nice bike you’ve got there.”
He looked at her, taking in the white tank top and short, deep blue skirt over her long, slender legs, the blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the wide, blue eyes, looking up fearlessly at him.
He leaned back, putting his ass sideways on his bike saddle, and said, “Now, I don’t believe you came over here to ask me about my bike, did you. Or did you want to come with me for a…ride?”
She shook her head, “No thanks, I’m here with my girlfriend. But I wanted to talk to the leader. Is that you?”
He nodded, and a grin split his face. “That’s me.”
“Can we take a walk? Perhaps down by the lake?”
He pushed himself up, “Sure. I doubt you’re going to mug me or anything, so let’s go.” And his grin widened.
When they got to the lake, he sat on a rock, and nodded at her, “So, what’s on your mind?”
She looked down, and paused for what seemed like forever, then her cheeks reddened and she said, “I’m looking to get gangbanged. Is that something you could help me with?”
His eyebrows reached the top of his forehead. “That is not what I expected to hear from a pretty little girl like you,” he said, then thought for a moment. “Maybe. Why would you want that?”
“It’s been a fantasy of mine for, like, ever. But it’s harder to arrange than I thought. Most guys say they’d love to do it, but when you ask them to actually do it, they chicken out.”
