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Julie Davis was in trouble. She had left Dallas too late in the day to begin her drive to Phoenix and now, just west of Odessa, her car had broken down. Now miles from nowhere and in a part of the Texas that had nothing but oilfields and rattlesnakes, she was stranded.

It was already sweltering and the hottest part of the day was yet to come. Julie had some water with her, but it wouldn't last long in this heat. To make matters worse, her cell phone wasn't getting any signal so she couldn't even call for help.

Julie had planned on visiting her sister in Phoenix and was going to surprise her. She hoped to spend some time with her sister - it had been awhile since they had seen each other and she was looking forward to it. But because it was a surprise visit, her sister didn't know she was coming. In fact no one knew of her plans, so no one would know to look for her if she was late.

Julie was a very attractive woman in her mid thirties but who looked to be about ten years younger. A fitness buff, she took care of her body with workouts three times a week at the gym and she was in good shape. At 5'4" tall, she had all the right womanly curves. Her breasts, 36D's, stood up proud and her ass was well toned. She was a looker and she always had more than her share of attention at the gym and around town.

She wasn't dressed for a hike through the desert today either. Wearing a hot pink mini dress with spaghetti shoulder straps and a rather bold deep V front. Her strappy CFM heels and stockings made her legs look sexy and she had a white lace thong on under the dress with a matching push up bra. Julie looked more like she was headed to a party than on a road trip.

But then she hadn't planned on breaking down. She was going to take her sister (much more conservative and demure than her) out and show her the more exciting night life that she was too shy and introverted to experience.

But all that would have to wait. Julie had to figure out what she was going to do about her current situation. She was stranded on a lonely stretch of a less populated highway in the middle of the Texas desert. Julie raised the hood of her Toyota Celica and watched as the steam from her broken radiator hose made a white cloud as it escaped. Yeah, she wasn't going anywhere for awhile.

She got back in her car out of the sun and rolled the windows down on the shaded side of the car to try to stay as cool as possible. She didn't put the emergency flashers on because she knew she only had limited battery life without being able to run the engine and no one would be able to see the lights in the daytime anyway. So she saved the battery for that night when the lights would be more visible.

She had been sitting in the car for about three hours with no air conditioning and she was hot, sweaty, and miserable. A couple cars had passed her but not stopped, and she was beginning to think she would be spending the night in her car. She didn't know how cold it got in the desert at night but she knew that she didn't want to go through another day like today!

Julie was exhausted and just drifting off to sleep when she heard a low rumbling sound that started off very faint, but seemed to vibrate the very air around her as it got nearer and nearer. She couldn't place the sound, but could feel the vibrations and she sat up in the car and began to look around thinking there were a couple big trucks coming her way. Maybe she could get a ride from one of them. She got out of her car and was standing next to it ready to flag down a driver when she saw in the distance the source of the rumbling.

At first it was hard to make out - the heat made objects in the distance seem to shimmer and being able to see details was impossible. But as the noise grew and the black specks got closer, she could see what was coming her way. Julie stood awestruck as a group of the toughest, rowdiest bikers she had ever seen rode past her.

There must have been a dozen of them, riding two abreast down the road on very loud bikes. A few of them glanced at her as they passed by, but they kept on moving. Julie was a bit relieved that they passed by her - some of the bikers in the group looked pretty unsavory! They continued down the road and out of sight and Julie got back in her car to wait again. A couple minutes later though, she heard the same rumble starting again.

This time the sound was coming from the other direction and she watched as the same group of outlaw bikers came back down the road towards her. The bikers pulled up, placing the bikes in front and in back of her car. One biker, with a scraggly goatee and mustache, pulled alongside her car. He kicked out the bikes kickstand and leaned the bike onto it, getting off the seat slowly. With the rest of the bikers watching, he walked up to Julie's car window and tapped on the glass.

Julie rolled the window down a couple inches, intimidated by these ruffians but also smart enough not to do anything to aggravate them.

"You seem to have a bit of a problem," the biker said.

"Yes, my car just stopped. But it's okay, I've called the auto club - they are sending someone out to help me," she said nervously.

"Lady, we've rode this highway several times before. We know this is a dead spot for cell phones and no one can make calls for miles around here. Now, do you want some help or not?" the biker said.

"I'm sorry," she said, embarrassed that she had been caught in a fib, "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you."

He turned to one of the other bikers. "Tink, come take a look at this car," he said. Julie watched as another of the bikers came up and walked past her to the front of the car. He took a look under that hood for a few moments and then came back to the first biker.

"The top radiator hose is split and most of her antifreeze is all over the ground. On top of that her main fan belt is just about shot. If the hose hadn't busted, the belt would have. She's not going anywhere for awhile."

"Oh no! I can't just leave my car sitting here! I have to get to Phoenix! Isn't there anything you can do?" she whined.

Tink took her arm and pulled her around the front of the car. "You see this belt? Amongst other things it drives your alternator. If it breaks, your alternator won't recharge your battery. Your car will run on it's battery until it dies, and then you will have no car, no air conditioning, no emergency lights, no nothing. Even if we could patch the hose and put something in your radiator to act as coolant, you would only break down further down the road. There's no way that belt will get you to Phoenix. You should have replaced it before you started this trip."

"Lady, if Tink here says your car is shot, you can believe it - he is the best mechanic I know of," the first biker said. Tink beamed at the compliment.

"What am I going to do?" she sighed.

"Can you ride?" he asked.

"Ride? I-I don't know. I've never been on a motorcycle!" she said.

"Well it looks like you are going to get your chance. My name is J.J. but these hoodlums just call me Wildman. I'm more or less the leader of the Rebels. At least that's the way it seems," he said.

"The Rebels?" she asked.

He turned his back and she saw the insignia on the back of his leather vest. "Yeah, we're the Rebels. It's our biker group," he said.

"I see. Well my name is Julie. It's nice to meet you J.J. Or should I call you Wildman too?" she asked.

"Up to you. Now you might have a bit of trouble riding in that dress. We don't have anyone with a sidecar in our group. Hope you don't mind showing a little leg!" he said, grinning. Julie looked down blushing.

"Let's get your car safely off the road, we don't want anyone hitting it because they couldn't see it. It gets pretty dark around here with no lights," he said. With a snap of his fingers, all of the other bikers gathered around the back of the car and they pushed the car further off the road and off the shoulder of the road as well. When they had got the car out of the way of traffic, he came back to Julie. "There - a tow truck won't have any trouble getting your car back on the road, but at least it won't cause an accident while you're gone."

With that, the guys all got back on their bikes and got ready to leave. Wildman held out his hand to Julie to help her onto the bike. Julie looked at the bike and at her dress. Sheepishly, she hiked her dress up as high as she dared and climbed onto the motorcycle. She settled into the seat behind him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Wildman smiled as she held him tightly. He dropped his hand down and lightly stroked her now even more exposed leg.

Julie was at first surprised and shocked at his actions. But feeling the vibrations of the bike between her legs and the warmth of him pressed up against her in addition to his stroking her leg so softly made her shiver and she felt her pussy tingle.

Julie had a secret addiction that she kept as a deep secret from everyone. No one could see it or even guess that this very attractive, confident woman was helpless when it came to her need for rough men and hard brutal sex. To Julie, it wasn't just the hard dirty sex that made her into a true slut, but also her need for the dominance and humiliation that these hard men gave her when she was with them. The crude names they called her and the harsh merciless way they treated her like a piece of fuck meat drove her crazy. There was nothing she wouldn't do to feel that way. She craved to be used, and abused again

Her last boyfriend didn't understand this need and couldn't have fulfilled it if he did. He was a computer analyst and while he made very good money and she had all the creature comforts she could ask for, it was something else she really wanted. Something he was never able to give her despite his money.

She tried many times to fight this addiction but she always failed. She had a woman's needs and desires - she needed hard sex and she needed it from well-hung, hard-fucking men.

What Julie couldn't understand was the way these men could always tell by just looking at her that she was theirs for the taking. Many times she would be shopping or in a bar when a man would approach her and Julie would feel helpless and weak-kneed and begin to tremble. Sometimes she wondered if all women acted that way when approached by these types of men, but she knew differently. It was her and she radiated this scent or aura that told them she was theirs to use.

A couple times in the past she had actually acted on her impulses, and had sex with one of these brutes. She'd admittedly had a little too much to drink on these occasions and she would just follow them to their car or hotel room. When she got there, she always just kneeled in front of them and then undid their pants to get at the big cock that awaited her mouth. As she sucked them, they would often call her a whore or a slut and this only served to make her crazy with the desire to be used exactly that way.

While Julie had a deep passion for these "bad boys", her true fantasy was to be a part of a gangbang, surrounded by several tough brutes and being used and abused by them all at once. Just the thought of so many hard men and harder cocks was enough to make her panties wet and she'd had many a pleasant dream at night... kneeling in a circle of hard cocks, being slapped and having her hair pulled back as she took cock after huge cock in every hole, sometimes doubling and even tripling up on them. She would love to be stuffed mouth, ass, and cunt full of hard man meat for hours at a time. Now that would be heaven!

She knew such a fantasy would be dangerous and that it would ruin her life if such activities were ever revealed to her family or friends. It could also irreparably damage her career, causing her to lose her job and not be able to find another in her field. But she just couldn't stop. She needed it. Despite the dangers, she needed to be dominated, humiliated, and used as a fuck toy by a hard merciless, brute of a man - and the more of them the better!

Now, on the back of a motorcycle, she clung to Wildman, a perfect example of the very men that fueled her hottest fantasies! Knowing she was in the company of several of them set her pussy afire, and the vibrations of the bike, the smell of the man she held onto so tightly also added to make her almost lightheaded!

As they rode on she began to have images in her mind of being the object of their animalistic use. Being stripped naked and fucked repeatedly, having them cum in and on her over and over, and treated like the slut whore she longed to be. Her imaginations became so powerful that had it not been for the sissy bar behind her and her hanging onto him so tightly, she very well may have fallen off the bike!

A half an hour down the road, the group pulled into the gravel parking lot of a small shabby bar. The sign on the front said, "The Hideout" and it couldn't have been more appropriately named, for it was indeed tucked out of the way and unnoticeable unless you were looking for it. The group stopped their bikes out front and dismounted, walking up the old wooden steps and into the dirty clapboard sided building.

Wildman took her over to a table and they sat down, with him facing the door. The place was dimly lit and it smelled of stale beer, sweat, and a few other odors she didn't care to identify. The waitress, an older woman with a blonde beehive hairdo and way too much makeup, came over and brought them all beers.

"What are we doing here?" Julie asked as the beers were dispensed.

"We have to wait for the rest of our group. They should be here in a little bit," he said. A couple of the bikers started a game of pool while they waited.

About 20 minutes later, the sound of rumbling bikes could be heard outside the bar. One of the guys went and looked outside. "They're here Wildman," he announced. Julie turned around to see a stream of a dozen big bikers begin to come inside and head for the bar. The bikers all took seats around the bar and the waitress again started passing out beers to the new arrivals.

Julie watched the new group of bikers as they came into the bar and was surprised when she saw that there were several women with them who were all dressed in biker type clothes and were obviously with this group. The women seemed to be ignored by the bikers except when they would get shoved out of the way when a biker wanted to get closer to the bar.

Julie looked around the bar, taking in the sight with both fear and excitement. She loved the hard look of these men and their presence made her tremble with sexual tension. She looked over the sluts with them and it seemed they all were dressed the same way. They had on tight tank tops cut very short almost to the bottoms of their breasts or they wore tube tops. None of them appeared to have a bra on as their nipples were plainly visible through their tops.

Each wore the gang vest (the colors) over it. They all wore short black denim jean shorts or micro skirts and all had short black cowboy style boots on their feet. As Julie was looking around at the group, a big, tall biker grabbed one of the women and pulled up the back of her skirt to deliver a hard slap before he just moved on down the bar. The sound resounded in the room as Julie saw that the woman had no panties on at all. She turned around and planted a kiss on the biker who had swatted her, but made no attempt to pull the skirt down as the biker moved away from her. Julie's cunt was getting wetter by the minute.

As she sat there drinking her beer and watching the different bikers around the bar, a sudden shadow was cast over the front of the table she and Wildman sat at. She turned her head and saw a huge gang member standing about a foot away from her and looking down at her. He had massive arms and a bare rippled chest and the jeans he wore were tight and showed the endowment he possessed. His head was shaved bald and his face was dark and leathery. He looked down at her and it was easy to see he was at least 6' 4" or taller.

"Looks like Mick here wants to play!" Wildman said loudly to the whole crowd.

"W-what?" Julie gasped.

"Are you gonna argue with him?" Wildman said, sticking his thumb towards the hulking man, "I've seen Mick break guys in half - I'm sure as hell not gonna tell him no! You want to ride with us, you gotta play like the rest of these whores. Mick wants to fuck so I suggest you get ready to get fucked."

As her eyes locked on his, she had little choice but to do as he wanted. And although she was more than a little intimidated and frightened by the size of this man, she also noticed she was more than a little turned on as well. This was just the situation she had always envisioned in her dreams and she could feel her pussy getting wet as she turned in her chair to face him.

She was just about to drop to the floor on her knees, when Mick placed a ham-sized hand on her shoulder. She knew what he wanted her to do. Sitting there on the edge of her chair, she reached out and undid his large shiny buckle and then pulled his zipper down and released his fat cock.

He stood there with one hand on his hip as he grabbed a handful of her long brown hair pulling her face towards his monster cock. Julie's small hands circled the big piece of meat and she began forcing her mouth around it. Her hands were jerking the enormous cock as her mouth took as much as she could between her stretched lips.

Her actions and her need seemed very familiar to her - she had played this type of scene out many times in her dreams - and this is what she craved more than anything. She loved the feeling of the cock growing harder as she worked it. She wanted to service him and let him use her any way he chose.

"Get up and sit your slut ass on the table, whore," he demanded.

Julie reluctantly released his cock and stood up and moved over until she felt the edge of the table top on her ass and then moved back until she was on top of it.

Mick picked up a shoulder of her dress between his huge fingers, "Take it off," he said. Julie looked over to Wildman for a moment and Mick grabbed her chin, forcing her face back to him. "I said take off the dress, unless you'd prefer I do it for you!" he growled.

Julie took off the dress, laying it on her chair, then stood in front of him. She was wearing her bra and panties, stockings and heels. Mick looked over the half-naked woman, licking his lips as he did. He reached up to the front hook of her bra and with a quick twist, he had it popped open and her tits spilled out. Julie gasped as she felt the bra give way and tried covering herself quickly.

The room erupted in laughter and jeers as Julie stood there blushing and trembling. "Now lose the panties," he said, pointing to her white thong underwear. Julie was mortified, but she also knew she had to do it otherwise he would rip them off her. So she hooked her fingers under the waistband and peeled them off. She looked up and saw his hand outstretched. Sighing, she handed them to him and he inhaled her scent deeply before he put them in his pocket.

Now totally naked except for her stockings and heels, she stood before her antagonist. He reached out two meaty paws and with almost no effort at all, picked her up and set her on the table behind her. He pushed her back into a lying down position and hefted her knees up, spreading her legs wide apart for the monster cock in front of her. He pushed forward and then as he split her swollen pussy lips, he thrust into her with one hard push.

"Oh my god!" she gasped loudly at the sudden invasion and from the initial pain. She arched her back to try to make the entry easier... he was huge and she felt like she was being torn apart. But this was all part of what Julie had to have. This was part of the fantasy, part of the humiliation and degradation she so craved. Her legs pulled back and her heels locked at his hips as he pounded her exposed cunt savagely. He looked down at her as he kept up his hard stroking.

"Tell me, you bitch," he snarled down at her as he stabbed at her drooling cunt again and again.

"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me like a whore. Please fuck me," Julie screamed as he increased the assault on her.

She was delirious with the sensation and the abuse he was giving her. Suddenly her dam burst and she was cumming on the huge cock and she moved her cunt with him and came like the fuckslut she knew she was. She came from the hard cock and the rough treatment and also from the humiliation of knowing what a dirty cock whore she had become. Her orgasm was a very long one that kept rolling through her and she reveled in the sensation and knew she would do anything to have this again and again.

But Mick wasn't done with her yet. He saw his next conquest in her small tight asshole. Placing his pussy juice-lubricated cock at the puckered entrance and forcing himself forward, he popped into her as she screamed from the initial pain, clawing at the table top in an attempt to get away from the torment. He pressed into her harder and she felt the pain and pleasure as the big man lodged himself fully into her. Again he kept his pace as he took her ass and relentlessly fucked her until she was panting from the incredible sensation building inside her and racing to another orgasm. Sneering down at the lust-crazed woman beneath him, he spoke again.

"Tell me, cunt. Say it."

"Fuck my ass with your big cock. Pleaseee, do it hard. Cum in my ass, please cum in your slut's ass," she cried out, begging him for more.

Julie was near delirium from being used so brutally and for so long. She loved this cock that had already been in her mouth and cunt and now her ass.

She was getting close to another mind-blowing orgasm and she wanted to feel his cum shoot inside her ass. Her moaning and crying was continual as he brought her to another orgasm and then he began to cum deep in her ass.

Feeling his hot cum explode in her ass only made her own orgasm all the more intense. Julie felt like her mind couldn't take much more of this incredible feeling. She couldn't stop cumming on his cock and squeezing it and draining it of the cum she craved.

Her breathing was ragged as she stared up at him, but she wasn't seeing him, her mind was so clouded with raw lust that she wasn't able to make out anything. She only moaned and mumbled jibberish as his big cock slowly pulled from her ass and was followed by a stream of flowing cum. He reached over to pick up her dress and wiped off his dick before pulling his jeans back up and walking over to the bar to order another beer.

With Mick finished with her, several other guys moved in to pick up the slack. She would learn their names later, but at this point names meant nothing to her - she wouldn't have remembered them anyway as lust-addled as she was.

They began to rub their rock-hard dicks over her sweat covered body. Julie could feel them running their hard cocks across her breasts, down her stomach, teasing through her soft bush and over her pussy. One of them ran his cock over her neck and face. She could smell him as it teased her lips and mouth.

"Please... please let me suck it," she moaned her desire.

The guy obliged her shoving his cock deep into her mouth and she moaned around it once more. Then she felt something happening between her legs and another cock slammed into Julie's aching pussy. She screamed around the cock in her mouth as an instantaneous orgasm rocked her body violently, causing her to arch and her hands to grip the edge of the table instinctively. The cock penetrated her pussy deeper still and then he held himself, fully buried inside her twitching box, and let her recover a bit before he began to fuck her, setting an excruciatingly slow rhythm.

Being penetrated at both ends now, Julie quickly built to another orgasm, and was concentrating on how great it felt being fucked like when the guy who was fucking her mouth gave a loud groan and shot thick wads of gooey cum down Julie's throat. She swallowed as best she could being on her back, but some of the cum naturally leaked out around her mouth. He pulled out, wiping his softening cock across her face and stepped back to pull his pants back up. Almost before she finished swallowing the last of the load of cum, her empty mouth was filled once more by a second thick, throbbing cock.

Julie sucked at the new intruder greedily as she came and came again. Her orgasms poured through her exhausted body as she surrendered herself to whatever these men wanted to do to her. The second man came in her throat at the same time the guy between her legs shot off. Julie felt the warm, thick syrup running down her throat while steaming jets of come spurted into her abused pussy.

Coming down from her own orgasms, Julie's mind had cleared a bit, and she was weary from the frantic fucking she had received. Then she noticed one of the men who hadn’t had her was getting in position to take his turn.

"Please... please wait..." she begged, "I need to rest for a bit."

He just laughed as he lunged into her. The new cock didn’t go as deep, but she swore it felt twice as thick as the first cock she’d taken between her legs that night.

She was stretched wide as he began to saw in and out of her protesting cunt. Julie felt numb at first because of the abuse her pussy had endured but after a moment, the friction and repeated pressure against her clit produced another series of orgasms that raced through her body. Julie moaned and whimpered, her entire focus narrowed to the sensation of the strange cock rutting into her pussy.

After a few savage minutes he was about to cum. He pulled out and grabbed her by the hair, hauling her head up so he could shoot his load onto her face and tits. Julie opened her mouth trying to catch as much as she could but she still wound up with his cum all over her face and in her hair.

Before she could say or do anything, he moved to one side "Billy boy! Come get yourself a piece of this whore!" the guy said.

Billy the quiet one of the bunch came up and got between her legs. Billy was the most handsome of the lot as well, with boyish looks and golden blonde shoulder length hair. As he entered her loose pussy, he leaned over and Julie's eyes met his ice blue eyes. He smiled softly at her and she returned a weak smile.

"Fuck the slut, Billy, don't dance with her!" someone from the bar chided. Billy began pumping in and out of her slowly at first but as he became more aroused his pace and intensity increased. Soon he was pounding into her with the same fierceness as his cohorts. Billy's cock pistoned into her longer than the others before he finally had had enough and emptied his load of cum onto her stomach and tits as well.

As he climbed off of her, Julie lay there panting, sweaty, and covered with several loads of sticky cum. She’d never felt so entirely spent nor so deliciously used. Her head was spinning and she felt like she was floating above the table rather than laying on it. Her pussy ached, but it was a pleasant, well-used ache.

Julie lay there on the table with cum flowing from her ass and pussy. She watched through lust-fogged eyes as one of the bikers talked to one of the white female followers and pointed back toward her. She seemed to protest what he had said to her, but he reached out and grabbed her by the neck and then slapped her hard. She stumbled over to where Julie was spread on the table and immediately dropped her face into Julie's open cunt and began to eat her.

Julie looked at the sexy woman work on her clit for a moment, and then lay back down and enjoyed the sensations. The woman was expert at eating pussy and Julie was approaching another orgasm quickly. Her right hand reached down and took a fist full of the biker bitch's hair and pulled her mouth tight to her cunt. She felt two fingers enter her wetness and go deeply inside as she fucked her hips at the mouth that was bringing her to orgasm once again.

"Oh, yes, eat my cunt. Make me cum," she shouted as her body exploded in ecstasy and her fluids flowed into the sucking woman's mouth. When one of the bikers finally pulled the woman off her, this blonde slut stood and Julie got a good look at her. The woman's body was very hot, with big full breasts and a thin waist and nice hard ass. Even though Julie had just cum again from this woman's very talented tongue, she was aroused when she saw how sexy this blonde was.

Suddenly the crowd parted and Wildman himself came up to Julie. Even though she was totally spent and covered with cum and sweat, he pulled her ankles down and flipped her over on her belly and spread her legs wide as he entered her from behind. His cock pounded her from behind and Julie could tell that she would cum on this cock very soon.

Her ass was moving on the cock behind her and taking the fierce fucking and giving him the best ride he could remember. Suddenly, she had another huge orgasm and moaned and bucked on the huge cock as it moved deep within her. He pulled out of her cunt and she felt herself being pulled down to the floor and to a kneeling position. She then saw him stroking his cock in front of her and she opened her mouth as he began to shoot cum on her face and in her hair and down her throat until he was finally empty. Without a word, he zipped up and walked away as she knelt there covered in cum and recovering from the hard orgasm she just experienced.

Wildman nodded to the blonde slut who went over to the bar and the bartender handed her a bundle of clothes. "These clothes are now yours. Wildman has just claimed you as his whore. You are now a cum dump for The Rebels. Wildman wants you in, so you're now his."

Julie was stunned by the blonde's statement, but both excited and very afraid. She already had a life and a good job and couldn't just drop it all and disappear with a motorcycle gang. But, another voice deep inside her said how much she wanted them to take her everyday and use her and allow her to worship their big biker cocks. She looked over at Wildman who looked at her with a hard look and just slightly nodded his head in her direction. Julie slowly nodded her head in acceptance.

It was done and she welcomed her new life and new reality as she felt a hand grabbing her by the hair and hauling her to her feet. She was their cunt now to have any time and in any way. She knew that she had no choice now but to spread her legs and offer her pussy, ass, or mouth to anyone in the gang whenever they wanted to use her. Julie accepted this and would do whatever she could to please them and be their cum-dump for as long as they would have her.

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.