Paul Gable: Mom and her dog

"Shut the fuckin' door."

Ron still held her tightly around the waist, his dirty hand clamped tightly over her mouth. It was hard for her to breathe. Her terror had paralyzed her throat, made her chest so tight she could hardly inhale. Traci watched the garage door close out the daylight, feeling as if she were seeing the last of the sun. They were all laughing at her… laughing and wanting her. She could feel the growing electricity in the air. Traci instinctively knew all three men were hot for her, their cocks long and hard and waiting impatiently to be shoved in her body. Twisting against Ron, she could feel something big and rock-hard rubbing against her ass.

"Hey, Rick, what the fuck should we do with this one now?" Ron said, the hand around her waist straying down to her thighs. Traci whimpered, feeling her chest tighten even more.

"Let's all fuck her at once," the big red-head said, scratching his crotch, then fumbling with the zipper.

Traci opened her mouth a little wider and bit down hard. Ron let out a shout, jerking his hand away from her mouth and wriggling it up and down while loosening his hold on her waist.

Traci stumbled away, brushing back her blonde hair and looking frantically around the small ten by twenty garage space for a way out. There was none. The only exit was that door and it was firmly in place, locked down.

"You're all crazy," she said in a tight whisper, her scalp crinkling in horror.

"Fight me, baby, and I'm gonna piss inside you at the same time I fuck you," Ron said, looking at the others and letting them know silently he was going to be the first.

"No!"

He jerked one hand out, curling his fingers in her hair and pulling on it. Traci screamed, her eyelids fluttering. She stumbled forward, her hands up to her scalp, her fingers hitting Ron's trying to get them off her hair.

It was useless. He was enjoying this, laughing at her while tugging on it harder. Excruciating pain shot through her brain as he started pulling out wads of long blonde hair. Traci could smell him better now, the stale awful odor of his dirty flesh making her sick. She choked and gagged, screaming loudly enough for anyone passing by to hear her and her desperate struggle.

Please, God, please don't let it happen, Traci prayed silently, still fighting off the insistent biker. But even as she prayed the girl knew it was going to happen. No one believed God would intervene in anything any longer. It was a world of the fittest, of those who could survive animals like Ron, Joe and Rick… or become like them.

Traci tried screaming louder. But Ron grew tired of her wailing and clamped his hand tightly over her mouth again, swearing he'd tear out her throat if she made any more sounds. Fear knifed through her like the teeth of a rusty saw. The important thing now, it seemed, was to stay alive, was to survive. This was one thing she was learning quickly. Stay alive. Worry about everything else later, but stay alive. Surely this would all pass if she cooperated with the men. They'd have their fun and leave her alone. Then she could think about all the terrible things they forced her to do. She kept on shaking, but stopped trying to choke out a scream.

"Better," Ron muttered, dropping his head and slobbering all over her ears.

Traci shivered with revulsion. His breath was stinking with beer and cigarette smoke. But there was little she could do about it. She felt a damp stickiness forming between her bare midriff and his belly as he pressed himself against her body. Traci let out a groan, closing her eyes and trying to make the scene go away. She would be a woman of steel, an object they couldn't bent to their wills.

"Oh!"

He was pawing her tits, sliding his fingers under the elastic band of her halter, pulling it until the cup material was revealing her half-inch long red nipples. Ron was smoothing his palms over the tit tips, pinching them through the thin blue material. At the same time he rubbed his crotch back and forth over the young girl's shorts. Traci's heart was pounding hard in her chest, her pulse racing through her body wildly as something very odd was happening to her. She wrinkled her forehead, feeling her pussy tighten, relax, then tighten again as if she were getting ready for lovemaking. No, no, this couldn't be happening!

"Man, she's hot and ready to go. Told you so a couple hours ago about this little bitch. Man, she kept starin' at us when she walked by before. If she hadn't been with the others she'd have been down on her fuckin' knees like that," Ron said, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

Traci jerked. She felt him grab her ass with a thumb and forefinger. He pinched her hard, watching her jump and hearing her squeal like a kicked puppy. She tried to get away once again. But Ron held onto her firmly, pinching her flesh so hard the girl was certain it was turning black and blue.

"You're hurting me," she wailed.

"Baby, you ain't felt nothin' yet," Ron said, spittle oozing from the corner of his mouth. The others were growing excited too, the room quickly heating up. The air seemed to crackle with electricity. Even Traci felt it as Ron started rubbing his fingers over her small waist. Her breathing was becoming short and shallow as Ron's fingers tickled excitingly over the sides of her body, pinching bits of flesh between her halter and shorts. When he moved his hand down to her hips, sliding it over to the leg bands of her briefs Traci clamped her legs together.

"What are you, baby, somethin' like one of those high class whores on Rodeo Drive with their fuckin' noses up in the air, then down on their knees suckin' cock like sluts at night?" Ron jeered.

"No," she wailed, pressing the insides of her knees hard together.

"Then open… up!"

To emphasize his point Ron pulled her hair harder while brutally forcing her thighs to widen with his other. Traci fought him as best she could, twisting, trying to kick back at the insistent biker. But, of course, there was little she could do. She felt his breath blowing against the back of her neck, smelled the terrible stench of it. Her belly bucked at the thought of him fucking her.

"Get 'er down and let's start," Rick said, unbuttoning the top of his Levi's, halving them and reaching down into the crotch.

Traci's eyes raced away from him as she felt Ron's arms pulling her down to the floor. She struggled, stiffening her knees, trying to pull away from him. But Ron only laughed at her, saying something about "doing it in the dirt", dragging her down to the filthy concrete garage floor.

She smelled the gasoline, smelled the grease and oil and piss as he rolled on top of her. He pushed his legs between hers, keeping them forced wide. The idea of what he was trying to do to her made Traci think she was going to be sick. She tasted something sour and hot rising in her throat. No, that would only make them torture her more. Better to remain like a statue of wood. Let them have their way – the sooner the better. Then she'd call the police and have them degraded the way they were humiliating her now.

"Fuckin' A, baby. Nice body. You're gonna be one hell of a hot fuck," Ron breathed.

Traci hurt all over. He'd thrown her down on the hard floor, shoving her back while wiggling on top of her. Her shoulders throbbed while her brain whirled around partly from the force of striking the floor.

"No, stop it, stop!"

Traci squirmed and wriggled, trying to pull away from him. But Ron still held tightly onto her hair, yanking whenever he wanted her to shut up and listen to the filth coming from his mouth.

"Yeah, gonna sink my hot cock into your pussy," he whispered, dropping his face into her soft silky hair and licking her ear. Traci shuddered with horror and revulsion, once again thinking she was going to be sick. "You're gonna like havin' a real man's prick inside you, shovin' you so wide you're gonna think you'll rip apart. Yeah, good hot jizz is gonna shoot out from my cock and make you feel all wet and hot and good inside," he said, biting her neck. Animals! Revolting. They were nothing better than sewage eaters! Traci curled her fingers and tried clawing at Ron's face. But he had been expecting something like that. The biker only laughed at her efforts at escape. He knocked her hands away, threatening to beat her severely if she tried something like that again. Ron reached down and pulled her shorts down to her knees.