Biker week part two - a free porn story

     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.

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