Biker Weekend part2
by Porn Review Blog pulled into the driveway. We had a light lunch and piled into the car to
hit the road.
I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold steel of a
gun barrel being pressed against my neck. A guy who looked very much like
a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious
about what he would do to us if I didn’t do exactly as he ordered.
He told me to drive and, following his instructions, we drove for
almost an hour, far out into the country. We turned off the road and into
a rutted trail and our kidnapper told us to stop next to a van parked there
and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed out of the van,
pointing a sawed-off shotgun at us. The first guy put our hands behind our
backs and handcuffed us. Then he put silver duct tape on our mouths and
blindfolded our eyes with black cloth. They pushed us into the van and
tied our feet to the sides and then drove, for what seemed like hours,
before stopping the car and pulling us out.
When they removed the blindfolds, all I could tell was that we were in
a huge garage of some kind. It was obviously used to repair automobiles
and motorcycles, as there were several of each sitting around in the
process of being worked on. The first biker shoved us down on an old
schoolbus bench in the corner, leaving us handcuffed. He further secured
us by running a long chain through our arms and padlocking it to the heavy
workbench behind the bus seat.
Amanda and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly what
to expect. I assumed that the bikers were friends of Elizabeth’s boyfriend
and I was very sorry I didn’t call the police after his threatening
phonecall. For all I knew, the idiot would kill us both. When the two
bikers returned, they were accompanied by what appeared to be the members
of some kind of motorcycle gang.
There were about a dozen people. All dressed in typical biker gear,
the men’s ages ran from the mid-20’s, up into the late 40’s or even 50’s.
Two of the girls looked very young, maybe 15 to 17, and the other two were
into their 40’s.
The first biker walked over to us and introduced himself as “Bronk.”
My worst fear came true as he told us he was, indeed, Elizabeth’s “old
man.” He was quite proud of his kidnapping and explained to the others
that he was going to make me wish I had never fucked his “Lizzie.”
“What’s the slut’s name?” Bronk asked another biker, rifling Amanda’s
purse.
“Her name is Amanda.” It was Elizabeth - Lizzie. She was walking
into the garage, dressed like the rest of the group in dirty jeans and a
denim sleeveless jacket.
Bronk put his arm around Lizzie’s waist and glared down at me, “Hell
man, I told you you would be hearing from me. I wasn’t about to forget
that you fucked my old lady.” (He ignored me as I was frantically shaking
my head!) “I’m not sure yet what I’ll do with you, yet, but one thing’s for
sure - I’m going to have a crack or two at your little slut, here, before I
turn her loose.” With a smile, he raised his heavy boot and kicked me in
the shoulder. I saw stars.
He unlocked the chain and grabbed Amanda. His friend wrapped the
chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked the
…End of the part2. To be continued..