Paul Gable - Whipped captive

"Come on, baby, don't wanna keep your old man waitin'," Mike said, pushing her forward.

Christina flashed a last look at the deserted house. No matter what happened to her from now on, she could never forget the sexual depravity forced on her. Forced? Christina laughed, hiding her face in the heavy bathrobe. That was a laugh! No, she'd never be the same girl. Twenty-four hours had changed her, given her a new if somewhat perverted outlook on life. Everything was worthless except fucking. Fucking was all that mattered.

"Coming?"

The word made the girl smile again. She hugged the bathrobe tightly and followed the biker. No, nothing would be the same for her again.

"Where's the other girl?" Christina asked, stopping in front of the house and looking at Chuck.

"Back where she came from," Mike answered. "Why, you hungry for cunt-meat? Ain't cock good enough for you no more?"

The words stung the girl's pride, but only for a moment. She thought of that brunette and of the life she led. Something like envy gripped Christina. For a mad second, she wondered if she could become Mike's "woman".

"Come on," he urged again. "And don't worry about the mutt. The Heathens'll be here fuckin' soon and get 'im."

Would she ever meet Mike again? What a crazy idea. But as she followed him down Ocean Front Walk, Christina hoped she would.