There was a chorus of sniggers and raucous laughter. "Okay, Donny, you hold her," the leader said. "We'll get this ole boy squared away."
The one named Donny – she couldn't see him, for he stood behind her – held her tightly while the others tied up Simmons and stuffed him in the back of the car. Cindy was terrified. She'd heard horrible stories about motorcycle gangs and what they did to girls alone – and this seemed to be one of those gangs.
Their cycles were parked a little distance away, near an open case of beer. They must have been drinking there when Simmons drove up, and in his excitement he didn't notice them. The guys were in their late teens, affecting the manner of rough young punks. They were unkempt, with filthy long hair and several days growth of whiskers. There were five of them.
Cindy spoke tensely. "They didn't kill him, did they?"
Donny laughed behind her. "Shit, no, honey. We ain't bad guys. We just want a little fun. That ole boy'll come to in a couple hours. He'll just have a bump on his head, that's all. You relax now."
Relax? Cindy thought she'd die of fright. She didn't know whether to believe Donny or not, and she prayed that Simmons wasn't badly hurt. He wasn't a bad old guy, really. Like all men, he only wanted a piece of her ass, but at least he hadn't wanted to hurt her. And if they'd killed him, they'd certainly have no qualms about killing Cindy.
The others finished putting Simmons in the back seat, pushing him down so he couldn't be seen, and then they swaggered back to where Donny held Cindy. The guys ogled her exposed pussy, and she fought back tears of fright and humiliation.
"Things sure turned out just right," said the leader, grinning at her. "We been out all night, ain't found no tail yet. You came along just in time, little girl." He snapped an order. "Get her over there by the cycles. Spread out one of the bed rolls."
Donny picked her up and carried her, setting her down on a greasy blanket inside the circle of motorcycles. Cindy stared up in horror at the group of grinning guys standing over her. "Get her clothes off," said the leader. "I wanta see more."
Again the harsh raucous laughter. Cindy began to sob as the guys tugged her jeans and panties off her ankles, then tore at her shirt and bra and jacket. When she lay naked on the blanket, they stood over her, gawking and grinning, exchanging comments.
"That looks like some real nice pussy."
"She's a real pretty one, all right."
"Man, I can hardly wait to get me some of that."
Cindy wept helplessly. "Oh, please," she cried, "don't rape me!"
That really amused them. They howled with laughter, slapping their knees. The leader spat in contempt. "Aw, come on, now, baby," he said. "You were fuckin' that old guy. Don't make no difference if you fuck us."
Cindy blushed miserably. In her panic she'd forgotten that they'd caught her in the act Simmons lying on her, obviously humping her. They thought she was easy, of course, that they could do anything they wanted with her. She couldn't fight all of them off, either. All she could do was endure. She prayed they wouldn't hurt her. Panic gripped her, sheer animal fright, and her bladder threatened to empty.
"I-I have to go to the bathroom," she whimpered.
The guys snickered. "Well, there ain't no bathroom out here," said the leader, "so you'll just have to squat. Hurry it up, though. Me an' my buddies are mighty horny."
Cindy got up and started for the nearest bushes, but the leader clapped a hand on her shoulder and stopped her. "Right here," he said. "We ain't givin' you a chance to run away."
Her blush covered her whole body. She was ashamed to pee in front of all those guys, but she couldn't hold it back. Her bladder ached. Miserably, she squatted and pissed into the dirt. The gang watched her, grinning and poking each other in the ribs. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life.
When she was finished, she came back and lay down on the blanket without being asked. She knew she had no choice in the matter. Again she prayed that they'd be content to rape her, that they wouldn't want to beat her up or kill her. The leader was already unbuckling his belt, dropping his jeans.
He wore no shorts, and Cindy saw his erect cock, standing straight up and hugging his belly. As far as her experience went, it was a good-size cock, nothing unusual about it. The gang all kept their eyes on Cindy, and they weren't laughing now. A strange expectant hush came over them, and they watched intently as their leader knelt down and separated Cindy's legs. His face was impassive, as if he felt he should show no excitement or emotion. Cindy stared down at his erect reddish dick. That thing was going to be in her cunt in just a moment, and there was nothing she could do about it.