Biker Week Part 3

Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Amanda soon fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found myself drifting off. I awoke several times during the night to find a man or two had returned to the garage to have another crack at Amanda, fucking her mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them on.

Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Lizzie bending over Amanda and gently washing her body. At least one of them had some decency.

I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but I was sadly disappointed. No one came in to release us and send us home. We weren't rescued. The nightmare continued. The bikers had a new "slut" to use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go before the weekend was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even better by letting the slut's old man watch the whole thing.

When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle engines. The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot, filling my nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze, urine and sex. Lizzie, or someone, had covered Amanda with a blanket and I was relieved to see that. I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and goings during the night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained in a sitting position on the old bus seat. Bronk was the first to enter the garage after I awakened. He was his friendly, cheerful self.

"Well, you fuckin' bastard, did you like the way we used your old lady-whore last night? I hope so, you turdfaced shit, cause you ain't seen nothin', yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and we're all set for a 3-day party! We're gonna let you stay and watch, but if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you understand?" He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body. When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Amanda and woke her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs and fucking her.

When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He pulled her up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string and a pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the shiny dots, which he told her to put on. While she was putting on the shoes, Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she made Amanda swallow. I had no idea what they were giving her, but I knew for sure I wouldn't want either of them giving me any of their pills. Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder on a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods.

When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her they pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner had she knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Now, it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers. Most of them were clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the women were wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they walked down the short flight of steps into the garage.

They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was exactly what they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them. He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda's head up by her hair, spoke to the group. "Our little whore was a good fuck last night, wasn't she, gang?"

The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure with Amanda's performance of the previous evening. "Today, we're gonna make a movie, and the little whore's gonna show us how she can dance." Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his instructions to her. "You will dance for us, you little pile of shit, and you'll dance as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest beer-bar...you understand?"

Amanda nodded. "I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours, and show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks hard and pussies wet. If you do, we'll all fuck you. If you don't, we'll all fuck you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me, you want to dance just as good as you possibly can. Take my word for it." Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the viewer of the camcorder and yelled to Amanda, "Ok, bitch, do your thing!"

Amanda began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had given her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the mood for showing off than she ever had in her life. She swayed sexily to the music, her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring men and women as she moved. She spread her legs open on the floor and bent backward, hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking a man's dick. The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement. I watched in amazement. My conservative, uptight wife was now dancing as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang! Despite being bound and hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants.

As her back bent further and further backward, Amanda began to move her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them up in the air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin strips of fabric between her legs. She reached forward with her right hand and patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of pleasure from her audience. Her legs bent further backward until her knees were nearly beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the air as if she were inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her open and hungry slit. Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and then onto her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so. Her legs opened wider and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of the tiny G-string being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled. Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered either with the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them. I was surprised at the professionalism of Amanda's dancing. I didn't know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching her. I would love to live to see her do that again, I hoped. She was a natural.

In the middle of her performance, Amanda suddenly stopped and stayed in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass sticking high up into the air. Then, I saw her reaching back between her legs and pulling the G-string to the side. With it out of the way, she began to insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering herself to the delight of those watching. The more she fingered, the more her hips bucked up and down in that age-old fucking movement. And soon she was coming in front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself with her own fingers. Lizzie walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Amanda gladly took and began working up into her wet fuckhole. She was either extremely hot, or the pills that Lizzie had given her were really having some effect on her. She fucked herself shamelessly with the long, thick fake cock, seeming to love the attention and the dirty and nasty lewd comments that filled the room.

One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a small pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she had emptied it, she moved behind Amanda and pulled the dildo from her cunt. In its place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it into her cunt slowly, inserting more of it as Amanda's hips began to move, indicating her acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her cunt. Pretty soon, Amanda was really fucking it, in and out of her pretty, little slit with much enthusiasm. The woman worked the wine bottle deeper and deeper into Amanda, stretching her fuckhole wider and wider as she fed more and more of the tapered neck into her. She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside her when, suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back between her beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself, humping it wildly and pumping it into herself amid loud moans and gasps of pleasure.

When her orgasm was over, Amanda fell to the floor on her belly, and Lizzie moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position. She had another glass of wine and more pills, and Amanda took them submissively. Encouraged by Bronk to continue dancing, "or else," Amanda resumed her dance, standing and moving around the circle of people, wiggling her ass and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired her so openly. Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her body, and Amanda would always stop in front of them when they did, throwing her head back and loving the feeling of their hands or teeth or tongues on her body.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and Bronk announced, "Fun time for the little slut!" Bronk stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling bottom and tied Amanda to an old car seat that he had pulled over from one side of the garage. Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on the sides and her legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to her holes. I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang, only, today, with three times as many men present. I was truly worried about Amanda's survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch. Knowing that the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager to pound their meat into her cunt, Bronk had re-arranged the lights and camera.

Amanda began to moan softly. Lizzie walked up to Amanda, just as Bronk had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Amanda a shot from a hypodermic needle. Amanda was already so hot she couldn't think straight, but somehow they weren't satisfied with her current level of sluttishness, and obviously expected this new shot to make her even more insatiable. I didn't even know such drugs existed, but I was watching their result. I don't know what was in the shots that they gave Amanda, but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut. Only moments after they had administered the shot, she began to beg for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and pump their dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her hole, again. Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared her trembling body, some of them sitting on her face and ordering her stick to her tongue deep into their assholes or some of them filling her mouth with thick hard cocks, while others plowed into her cunt.

Amanda was never a passive participant. Whenever one of the men would withdraw his spent cock from her mouth, the begging would begin all over again until another dick had replaced it. She began begging to be untied so that she could use her hands to please her lovers as well, and smiling at her hot words and desire to please, Bronk untied her hands and allowed her her wish. As soon as her hands were free, my cum-filled wife began to use them to caress the men who roughly plunged their dicks in and out of her body. She caressed their balls, played with their asses, and for a long period of time had a cock in each hand, jerking them while she was taking the dicks from other men in her holes. Eventually, Bronk decided her legs didn't need to be tied either, and freed them from their bonds. Once they were free, the men began to hold her ankles up in the air, spreading her legs open widely as they fucked her. They bent them back toward her head, exposing her asshole and began filling it as well as her cunt as they continued to fuck her over and over again.

"Yes, my ASS!" Amanda cried out. "Fuck me in my ASS! Oh, fuck me! Fuck my whole body! More, more, more!" she yelled. Using her mouth and hands as regenerating tools, the horny men continued to fuck Amanda until they had worn themselves completely out. They had not even come close to wearing Amanda out, and when they had tired of their new plaything, she was still lying there on the old car seat rubbing her clit and moaning and begging for more cock in her holes. As I looked at her lying there, I could see cum still streaming from her ass and cunt and puddling on the seat until it ran down the sides and began to puddle on the dirty concrete garage floor.