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Writer: Regis
Subject: BECKY AND THE BRUTAL BIKERS
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Becky and the Brutal Bikers
Suddenly, the water turned from cold to warm to hot. Becky became aware of the abrupt change in temperature as the water reached a near scalding level. She scrambled to her feet as the steaming water streamed across her. The girl standing next to the tub let out a slight chuckle as she turned the cold water on.
“Get your meat nice and clean bitch,” the girl said, ”Don’t make me have to come in here and clean your ass out.”
With that, the girl walked out of the room, leaving Becky alone. Becky picked up a bar of soap lying at the bottom of the filthy tub and began to wash.
Her entire body ached and was sore to the touch. Looking down at herself, Becky looked at the burn marks on her breasts, the swollen, abused nipple area. Streaks of blood stained her upper legs from the abusive sex that she had endured.
Thoughts of her dead friend came back to her. She closed her eyes for a moment and saw Leslie’s eyes as the men tortured her. She heard the screams of agony and suddenly remembered the awful sound of death finally coming. Her mind wandered to the biker girl who had screamed in misery as she was literally devoured by the dog. She saw, as in real life, the man having sex with her and then having his head smashed open with a rock as he lay on top of her. She suddenly remembered the taste of the dog she had orally serviced, and she began to cry. Softly at first, then more loudly.
Falling to her knees, she knelt in the tub, feeling the now soothing water rush across her body. How long had she been here? From her best memory, it had only been three, maybe four days. How long would they keep her before killing her? All these thoughts rushed through her mind.
Becky’s thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open. One of the men entered and stood over her. Becky had never seen this man before. She had long since lost any semblance of modesty and just looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.
“So you’re our new fuckin’ whore,” the man said as he reached down and pulled the young girl to her feet. “Finish getting cleaned up and get your ass out there before we finish up for you.” There was almost a tone of sympathy in his voice.
Continuing to cry, Becky washed off and used the bar of soap on her hair again, letting the water stream across her. She was aware that the man next to her was watching her every
movement but no longer cared. After she rinsed the soap from her hair, the man turned the water off and took her by the arm.
“No fuckin’ need to dry off,” the man said softly. “Let’s go.”
Becky was taken by the man back to the main room and was surprised to see that it now stood empty. She looked at the man’s face.
“They’ll be back,” the man said to her, “Just get in your room and be quiet, okay?”
“Please,” the girl pleaded, ”Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone what happened or where you are. Please just let me go.”
“Listen bitch,” the man replied. “I really don’t like this shit any more than you do, but it’s the way it is, okay? Now just don’t cause me any fuckin’ problems, ‘cause I got enough of ’em already. Fuck with me, and I’ll fuckin’ slice your head off. Just get in your room and be fuckin’ quiet.”
With that, the man took her by the arm and manoeuvred her towards the closet door.
“Please,” the girl continued to plead. “Just let me go, please.”
“Shut up now,” the man ordered as he opened the door and pushed her into the closet.
Becky saw the nude form of another girl lying on the floor. She was unconscious but breathing. Becky knelt to the girl just as the man closed the door, and she was bathed in darkness. But just as suddenly, a light came on brilliantly from a bulb overhead. The girl on the floor was probably twelve or thirteen. She had long blonde hair and fine features.
“As pretty as a model,” Becky thought.
On the girl were numerous signs of physical abuse. Dried blood streaked her chin, and there were cigarette burns on her tiny new breasts. Looking down further, Becky saw familiar blood streaks down the girl’s upper legs.
She had not yet entered puberty, as her pouting little vulva was still hairless. Becky smoothed back the girl’s hair and took her head into her lap, sitting back against the wall. Her hair still wet, she wiped it across the girl’s forehead. Slowly, the girl began to stir and opened her eyes.
Suddenly, the young girl realized that she was not at home, and this was not simply a dream. She bolted upright.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“My name is Becky,” was the response, “Who are you?”
“Where am I? What are you doing here? Where are those awful men?”
“I don’t know. They took me too and killed my friend. I don’t know where we are, but they’ll be back, they always come back.”
Becky saw terror in the girl’s eyes. The same terror that she had felt a few days prior, when this ordeal began.
“They did things to me,” the girl began to half-cry, ”They did terrible things to me.”
“I know,” Becky replied, “Me too. And, as I said, they killed my friend.” “Why are they doing these things?”
The girl was now crying freely and trembling.
“I don’t know, but I know they are sick. What’s your name?”
“Jill,” was the response through the girl’s tears. She had long, dark lashes that contrasted with her light blonde hair. “Can we get out of here?”
“No,” Becky answered, “I don’t think so.”
Suddenly, the door swung open. The man from the shower was standing there and ordered the blonde girl to her feet. She tried to cover herself from his view.
“Shit,” he said, “Fuckin’ nice lookin’ too. We got ourselves some real good meat. Almost too young, but she’s old enough to bleed.”
Becky realized that the sympathy she had heard in the man’s voice was now gone. He had a different look about him, and she suspected he had just taken some drugs. Reaching in, he took Jill by the arm and pulled her out. Becky remained on the floor as they left.
“Please no,” Jill pleaded. “Please …”
Her words were cut off as Becky heard a thud on the floor. Moving, Becky went to the door and listened. The man was obviously raping the girl, and Becky heard the moans and pleadings as it happened. Trying the door, Becky became aware that the door was unlocked. Slowly, she opened the door and saw that the man was on top of the small blonde girl, half kneeling over her.
Becky stood watching the unnatural sex act for a moment as she saw the man, his back to her, thrusting his midsection time after time into the girl kneeling beneath him. Each movement of his produced a new outburst of tears from the girl. To her side, a glimmer of light shone from the table. Becky looked down and saw a knife lying on the table top. It was a hunting knife, its blade about eight inches long. Without sound, she picked up the knife and silently moved up behind the two figures on the floor. Looking down, she saw the horror in the young girl’s eyes and heard the grunting sound of the man as he abused her.
In one swift motion, Becky raised the knife above her head and slammed it into the man’s back. The man stiffened and tried to turn around, attempting to struggle to his feet.
“Fuck,” was the only sound that escaped his lips.
Becky withdrew the knife and slammed it into the man again, this time catching the man in the side, just under the armpit, as he began to turn. She felt the crunch of bone splitting under her blow. Still, the man continued to turn, and Becky again withdrew the knife.
As the man struggled to his feet, Becky pulled the knife low and quickly thrust it up into the man’s chest. The man grabbed at the knife, but there was no strength in his hands. Becky glanced at his eyes. She almost took pleasure in the sight she saw. The man had the same look of terror and fear that she had seen in the two murdered girls just before their deaths.
Again, Becky pulled the knife from the man. He tumbled backwards, just missing the young girl who now sat half-upright, staring in disbelief. Becky quickly knelt next to the man and raised the knife over her head. The man looked up at her, unable to move.
“Please, no,” the man muttered, “Please …”
Becky slammed the knife down into the man’s chest, pulled up and slammed down again. Each time, she heard a gurgling sound from deep within the man’s body. Time after time, she slammed the knife into the large male body until there was no motion and no sound.
The young blonde girl was in a state of shock, just sitting there staring. Becky stood up and grabbed the girl by the arm.
“C’mon, Jill,” Becky said with urgency, “We have to get out of here.” The girl did not move. “C’mon, Jill,” Becky pleaded, “Now. We have to get out of here. These people have made me into a murderer. I’ve just killed a man. If we don’t get out of here right away, they’re going to kill us both.”
Still, the girl remained motionless, staring at the dead body in front of her.
“Shit,” Becky thought.
She tugged roughly on the girl’s arm and tried to pull her to her feet. Finally, the girl seemed to come back to reality and stood up. She moved toward the door, carefully stepping over the sprawled legs of the man Becky had just killed. At that moment, the front door swung open, and one of the biker girls appeared.
We’re gonna need you both,” she said, “So get your asses out here.”
The man lay in the shadows, half hidden by the table, and the girls were amazed that the biker bitch did not yet see him. Becky moved toward the door, blocking the biker girl’s view as much as possible while motioning to the younger girl to move out. Luckily for them, the biker girl kept her steely eyes fixed on them, and she turned her back on the corpse of the man as she pulled the door closed behind her.
The whole gang was assembled outside in the bright sunlight. The girls shaded their eyes as they stepped out and saw that the cameras were running. Becky was ordered to squat down, while Jill was taken over to Red Devil. He held a double-barreled shotgun, and it looked shiny and new. He had a look of determination on his face that Becky had seen twice before. Each time she had seen that look, one of the girls had died.
“Do you know how to masturbate?” he asked Jill.
She looked at Becky with a blank stare, then looked back at the gang leader and shook her head.
“It’s really quite simple,” he said, “All you gotta do is spread your knees and play with yourself until you get it off. It’s a filthy thing to do, but the nasty perverts that buy our films like to see young meat like you doing it, so get started.”
Jill started to cry again, and Red Devil struck her across the face so hard that she fell to the ground.
“Get up!” he shouted.
She got to her knees, and they slowly stood upright.
“Now get them legs spread, and get your fingers working.”
When she again hesitated, he moved beside her, so that the cameras had a good view, and gave her a vicious kidney punch. She bent her back, but did not fall this time. It was clear that she was hurting badly.
Reluctantly, she parted her knees and placed her hands over her bare vulva.
“Play with yourself, cunt, rub your clit and get it excited.”
Jill moved her fingers, sliding them along the length of her vagina. She pressed her finger into the lower end of her slot, then slid it up the length, parting the delicate lips. After repeating this movement several times, she discovered her clit for the first time.
One of the cameramen was on his knees in front of her, getting tight close shots of the intimate action. The rest of the bikers cheered her on, and she sobbed as she did as she was told. Her inner sex lips were already awake from the rape she had just endured.
They were slowly growing from the new physical attention. They gradually spread like the petals of a pink tulip as she rubbed them up. When the organ was loosened up by its owner, the gang leader handed her the shotgun.
“Suck the barrel,” he said, “Make it rigid.”
The gang all laughed, and the girl took the weapon from him. Becky watched in amazement as the pliant girl did exactly as she was told. It was incredible, but the young blonde girl stuck the steel barrels into her mouth, sucking them like they were a bizarre double cock.
“Let’s see how far you can get it in,” the leader said.
She braced the gun’s stock in the dirt, stuck her open mouth over the ends of the barrels, and pushed them in as far as she could. She bowed her head forward and managed to slide the twin barrels against the back of her throat.
Her saliva ran down the slot between the two steel tubes and puddled against the raised rear sight. Tears freely rolling down her cheeks and moisture from her nose crossed her upper lip and joined the saliva. The kneeling naked child was shaking in stark fear, realizing her vulnerability to instant death.
“Not bad, kid,” the gang leader said from behind the cameras, ”That was the easy part. Now I want you to show me how obedient you really are. Now that you’ve lubricated the barrels, stand up and stick them both up your cunt.”
Still sobbing, Jill took the gun out of her mouth and got to her feet. Bracing the stock of the big gun firmly on the ground, she backed up until she could line the end of the barrels against her naked little vulva. She realized now why he had made her masturbate.
The intimate attention of her fingers had loosened the naked little sex organ, which would allow her to accept the big barrels. Having witnessed the other girl murder that man, and hearing from her that these terrible bikers had murdered two other girls, she had become completely compliant to their disgusting demands.
Just then, one of the other bikers came out of the building.
“Holy fuck!” he said, “These two little cunts just knifed Harry. They fuckin’ killed him.”
Red Devil looked surprised, then a broad grin crossed his face.
“Well, now, we have a pair of real live ones here. Okay, cunts, you slice and dice, and you pay the price.”
Becky started to get up, but a boot in her side sent her sprawling in the dirt. It was a deep bruising kick to her kidneys, and caused her to roll in agony. The bikers, all dressed in their jeans, boots, dirty white t-shirts and black leather jackets, stood back to watch with pleasure the naked girl writhing in agony on the ground. Their attention shifted to the younger nude when she squealed sharply. She had successfully inserted the twin barrels in her little cunny.
They watched as she sucked in her tummy, then painfully slid the barrels in deep. She thrust her hips forward, driving the hollow round ends of the barrels against her little uterus. Her hairless vulva was severely stretched, gripping the two steel tubes that now impaled her organ. She let go of her hand hold of the gun now that it was securely seated inside her, and she stood panting from the exertion of her efforts.
“I wanna do it,” one of the biker girls said.
She was breathless with excitement.
“Go for it, cunt, but make it good!” the leader said. “We’re makin’ a fuckin’ movie, and it’s worth a lot of bread.”
The girl, a strikingly attractive girl in her late teens with flowing black curly hair, moved over to Jill and bent forward to reach for the shotgun. Her jeans were a soft faded denim, and were so tight they clung to her hips, with no loose material. When she bent forward, they cut deeply into the crease of her ass, and the seam clearly split the meat of her vulva.
The cuffs of her jeans were tucked inside a pair of spike-heeled black boots, which made her look very sexy. Her white blouse under her jacket was open to the waist, revealing a naturally bulging cleavage between her large breasts. She was an incredible sight, the kind of girl the biker gang would use to distract their enemies or marks.
As the remarkable biker girl lifted the stock of the shotgun, a dark stain spread from her crotch, so that everyone could see she was pissing in her jeans with excitement. She had been given the honor of doing a snuff, maybe even two, in one of the films that made so much money for the gang. This was living on the edge. She knew that if she fucked up, she would star in the next snuff film herself.
“Get down on your back, and spread your fuckin’ legs, kid!” she shouted with hysterical excitement.
Jill dropped onto the ground, with the girl holding the gun to keep it aligned inside her.
“Lift your hips as high as you can,” the biker girl screamed.
Jill pressed her shoulders into the soil and raised on tiptoes, thrusting her hips as high as she could.
“Higher!”
The beautiful biker girl’s face was flushed, and she was sweating. Jill tightened her buttocks and rotated her pelvis, and the girl raised the gun, now pointing downward, aimed along the line of Jill’s tilted torso.
“Higher!” the highly agitated biker girl screamed.
She was out of control. Jill moved right up onto the very tips of her toes, gaining another inch. Becky had got back onto her haunches and wanted to cover her eyes, knowing what was imminent. Instead, she stared at the spectacle.
The naked young girl had her shoulders dug into the dirt while she raised her hips with her tiptoes, being brutally fucked by a double-barreled shotgun. There was no question that the fuck would not be completed until the gun came inside her, with a blazing blast.
Becky knew when the climax would come. She saw the tight seam in the girl’s ass crack bulge out and darken, and Becky knew the girl was shitting in her pants. At that moment, the gun discharged, curiously silenced by the cunt gripping the ends of the barrels.
The blast ballooned the young nude girl’s slender belly and drove the gun out of the tight grip of her cunt. Becky saw the youngster’s bulging eyes and look of stark horror on her face, frozen there forever, because she knew the girl was dead. She watched in disbelief as the girl cracked the gun, pulled out the spent shell, and took a replacement from Red Devil. She snapped the gun closed and began to turn toward Becky.
In that instant, Becky sprang forward, disregarding the danger, because her mind had snapped. As she moved forward, she saw the look of surprise, then fear, cross the face of the biker girl. She saw the double muzzle of the gun slowly swinging around, and before it was fully raised, she saw the burst of flame belch from one of the barrels.
She was vaguely aware of the kick to her side and dropped her head as it spun her around. That allowed her to see the gaping hole in her side, and the pink snake of her viscera whipping out of her. She spun a full rotation and was facing the biker girl and the gun when the second barrel, now aimed higher, blew a flashing flame.
The bundle of high velocity shots spread and blasted a tight pattern that covered her upper torso from her nipples to her chin. Her tits and neck were demolished, and her severed head fell to the ground free of her body, but no longer needed, as she was clearly dead.
The cameras continued to roll as the biker girl with her tight jeans filled with shit again reloaded the shotgun and came all over the two naked, downed carcasses. The merciless bikers had made a film as violent as those Red Devils had brought back from Vietnam, of the slaughter of village women and children.
Those had made him very rich, and the films he had made this weekend would establish him as the toughest and most respected snuff film maker in the USA. That road house made the ideal place to gather victim cunts for his films, and he paid the owner enough to make the man completely manageable.
Life was good to him, providing all the fresh young naked cunt, beer, power and good living he could ever want. The gang gave him the power, and he knew how to use it to his best advantage. He left the groupie bitches to clean up the mess and went into the building to get himself another beer.
THE END