Biker Weekend
   
     Several years ago, before I had my drinking "problem," I had the
perfect life.  I was educated, employed, financially secure - and best of
all - married to a wonderful woman.  We had a pretty little house in the
suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private school.  Amanda
taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in the junior high
grades.
     Amanda and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we
were both virgins on our wedding night.  She was smart and pretty and
demurely affectionate.  If there was anything less than perfect about her,
it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions.  Serious,
insecure, and uptight, Amanda even dressed very conservatively, and it was
only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she
was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was.  Her
insecurities even affected her professional life because other teachers
were promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the
administration.
     One weekend, I found out that Amanda's bottled-up emotions took a toll
on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results.

     Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through their
rebellious stage.  It was a fact of life for me, and I did everything I
could to make the teenager's angst as painless as possible, while still
teaching my subject.  Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private
school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible.  One
troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Elizabeth.  
     Elizabeth was 15 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her
very wealthy parents.  Big contributors to the school, her parents asked
for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff.  Looking back on
that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with
Elizabeth and her family.  
     Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting "wild"
boyfriends.  Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we
all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other unsavory
things.
     Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from home. 
For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry
and broke, and spent several nights with Amanda and me.  We helped her get
through exams and finally talked her into returning home.
     About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her boyfriend. 
He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he
would kill me.  He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had
done with his "old lady."  In a near panic, I tried to assure him that
nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that my wife had been
with us the entire time.  I don't think he listened to me at all.
     Several weeks passed.  School let out for the Summer and Amanda and I
prepared for our vacation.  We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth
of July and couldn't wait to leave as soon as Amanda's summer school class
dismissed at noon on Friday.  I had the car packed and ready to go when she
pulled into the driveway.  We had a light lunch and piled into the car to
hit the road.
     I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold steel of a
gun barrel being pressed against my neck.  A guy who looked very much like
a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious
about what he would do to us if I didn't do exactly as he ordered.   
     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.  
     Bronk put his arm around Lizzie's waist and glared down at me, "Hell
man, I told you you would be hearing from me.  I wasn't about to forget
that you fucked my old lady."  (He ignored me as I was frantically shaking
my head!) "I'm not sure yet what I'll do with you, yet, but one thing's for
sure - I'm going to have a crack or two at your little slut, here, before I
turn her loose."  With a smile, he raised his heavy boot and kicked me in
the shoulder.  I saw stars.
     He unlocked the chain and grabbed Amanda.  His friend wrapped the
chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked the
padlock.  Bronk pulled Amanda to the center of the garage's open floor,
holding her in front of his friends.  She tried to pull out of his grasp,
but he slapped her across the face and she stood still.
     "This is a slut cunt, and what do we do with a slut cunt?" he asked,
loudly.
     "Fuck it!" shouted one of the men.
     "Any damn thing we want," said one particularly large, bearded man who
looked strong enough to live up to his words.  He was older than the rest
of the other men and had "OTTO" tattooed on his bare arm.
     Bronk began to strip Amanda of her clothes, but stopped when given a
better idea by one of the women.  
     "Make her strip for us!" an older, fat bitch shouted.   
     "Hell, yeah...take 'em off, little whore.  Show us your naked slut
body," ordered Bronk as he moved away from Amanda, leaving her standing in
the center of the floor, trembling from fear.
     Amanda did as they ordered, slowly removing her white summer suit,
blouse, full slip, bra, pantyhose and panties, and letting down her long,
brown hair until she was standing there, stark naked in front of the whole
group.  Her fear and submissive nature were such a part of her that she
made no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy, but simply stood before
them and listened with embarrassment as they commented on her naked body.
     Not surprisingly, it met with the men's approval.  At thirty-three,
Amanda had a terrific body.  She was 5'7" and weighed about 120 pounds.  I
knew her bra size was 36-C and I guessed her other measurements at about a
25-inch waist and 36-inch hips.  Her legs were long and very shapely, and
her big, round breasts had only just begun to sag - and on her, it looked
sexy.
     "Whooo-eee!  Look at those titties!"
     "Who'd a guessed a bod like that was hidin' under all them clothes?"
     One of the bikers pushed the big woman who had yelled for Amanda to
strip, out in front of him and pulled open her blouse, showing Amanda her
tits.  They were mammoth and sagged almost to her navel.
     "These are tits, bitch...those little nubs of yours ain't even big
enough to see!" he taunted, bringing a hearty laugh from the others.  He
pushed his woman up to Amanda and took Amanda's hands and placed them on
the woman's breasts as he continued to taunt her.  "Feel these tits, slut. 
See how her nipples get hard and long?  She loves pussy just as much as the
guys here do, and so do the rest of the women.  You like pussy?  You
better...cause you're gonna be staring at a lot of it while you're here!"
     "Enough of this bullshit talk!  I want to fuck the bitch!" hissed
Bronk, pulling Amanda away from the now excited, half-naked woman and
pushing her over to an old sedan which was parked near the center of the
garage.  He shoved her up against it and bent her over the hood so that her
ass was exposed and pushed out toward him.  Reaching down to a drain pan
nearby he covered his hand with automobile oil and spread it over my wife's
ass, being sure to get plenty on her asshole.  Then roughly, and with no
compassion at all, he took his hard cock from his pants and shoved it up
Amanda's ass and began fucking her hard against the cold steel fender of
the old car.
     We all could hear Amanda scream through the duct tape on her mouth.  I
felt my stomach flip and wanted to throw up, but I fought it down, afraid
I'd kill myself getting sick while gagged.
     In a very short time, Bronk shot his load up Amanda's ass and another
biker immediately took his place, smearing more oil on her naked tits and
stomach, before shooting his load of cum into my sweet wife.  
     I watched as they took turns with Amanda, fucking her up the ass or in
her cunt, whichever they chose, over and over again.  She cried and
whimpered into the tape, but she never gave them any resistance, realizing,
I'm sure, that it was fruitless to do so.  But, to my sheer and utter
amazement, after about four of the bikers had shot their loads into her,
she began to become excited and was actually grinding her ass back on the
thick dicks that pushed themselves into her holes.  I couldn't believe what
I was seeing!
     The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they pounded their
cocks into the submissive and oil-covered slut.  When the men had all spent
themselves, some of them having fucked Amanda three times, the women took
over and pushed Amanda into the back seat of the old car, ripped the tape
off her mouth, and took their turns with her.  They rubbed their naked tits
over her oily skin and pressed their pussies into her mouth until  they
came loudly and moved away for the next woman to have her turn.
     As they were waiting their turn with Amanda, they joked about her
technique.  "She loves it!  It was her first pussy and what she lacked in
style, she made up for in enthusiasm.  There's no doubt that she likes it." 
     "Damn right she does!  She had her tongue so deep up my snatch that I
thought it was going to come out my throat!" leered another woman.
     When they were all done, the group drifted away to somewhere out of
sight and earshot, leaving just Bronk and Lizzie in the garage with us. 
     Bronk pulled Amanda out of the backseat and tied her arms to the door
of the car.  Then he took a black leather case out of his jacket pocket,
removed a hypodermic needle and injected something into Amanda's arm. 
Before he walked away he instructed Lizzie to clean the oil off of her
body.  Lizzie had taken her turn with Amanda, too, and there was no doubt
in my mind that she had enjoyed it.  She was gentle in washing the oil from
Amanda's naked body, and I could tell that Amanda was even now responding
to the touch of the pretty, fifteen-year-old's hands on her body.
     When Bronk came back to our part of the garage, he found Lizzie
kissing Amanda deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight.  
     "You like the little whore, do you Lizzie?  Good, we'll keep her
around for a while, then.  Here, give her some of this," he sneered,
handing Lizzie a half full vodka bottle.
     Lizzie held the bottle to Amanda's lips and when Amanda balked at
drinking from it, Bronk grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head
while Lizzie poured it into her mouth.  She gagged on the first mouthful,
but soon they established a rhythm, feeding her just enough at a time to
keep her from gagging.  At first I thought they were going to pour the rest
of the bottle into her, but they stopped short by a couple of mouthfuls,
sharing those between themselves.  Still, I knew that they had given her
enough to make her very drunk, if not sick.  I hoped she could hold it.
     It didn't take long for the effect of the vodka and whatever drug he
used on her to set in, and when it did, even in my situation, I had to
chuckle at Amanda.  She seemed to lose any fear of her situation and began
giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck.  Bronk and Lizzie
loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were having on her, and
he sent Lizzie to get the others to see the little slut in her drunk
condition.  She was babbling away when Lizzie returned with several of the
others.
     "Shit...I like...I like to fuck!  Michael...tha's my husband, over
there, he doesn't think I like it so much...but I LOVE IT!  My hole doesn't 
hardly...shit...my hole doesn't like...sometimes, my hole doesn't like to
be fuckin' empty!  No sir!"  She stammered drunkenly.  Her observers smiled
broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and a very attractive
and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about 16 walked up to
Amanda and began to finger her pussy as she stood there naked, tied to the
car door.
     "Yeah!  Do it to me!  I wish you could shove your whole hand in me, I
don't care!"
     I'd never seen Amanda like this, and, in addition to it being amusing, 
it was also pretty exciting.  She had never talked lewdly before, but in
this drunken/drugged state she was being especially nasty.  She was saying
words I wasn't sure she had even heard before.  Soon, there was another
woman, older, playing with Amanda's tits and kissing her deeply on the
mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of dirty words that poured from
her.
     A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Amanda, looking to
see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Amanda's hole.  They
encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the
big breasted woman, who couldn't seem to keep her tongue out of Amanda's
mouth, Amanda encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her hole up with
more and more of her hand.
     I couldn't see well enough from my position on the bus seat to tell
how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get her whole
hand in it was certainly not hard to tell.
     "It's in!" shouted one of the men.  "She got the whole fuckin' thing
in there!  Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut's cunt like a
stallion's dick!"
     Amanda was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward as hard
as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and moaning
hotly at the sensations in her cunt.  The young girl continued to plunge
her fist in and out of Amanda's dripping hole, twisting and turning her arm
from time to time as if testing to see just what she could do in Amanda's
pussy.  
     One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl's arm in
his hand and began to help her fuck Amanda by pushing her arm upward and
pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was using.
     By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now
sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as they
watched Amanda being fisted.  They didn't go un-noticed by the "new"
Amanda, and she blurted out her appreciation.  "Look at all the cocks!" she
moaned, drunkenly.  "Damn, I love a good hard cock!"
     Bronk untied the ropes holding Amanda to the car door, and pushing 
the other women away from the babbling Amanda, pushed her to her knees on
the floor.  "You want some hard cock, little slut?  Crawl over here and get
you some.  The boy's will be glad to feed you!"
     The teenager who had been fisting Amanda was watching with passion
still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and pretty soon
Lizzie was helping her.
     In the meantime, Amanda had begun to crawl across the rough and dirty
concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with taunting
comments.   
     "Come and get it slut!"   
     "Here little pussy...here little pussy."   
     "Hurry up bitch, I need your fuckin mouth!"
     In her drunken state, Amanda made her wobbly way across the floor, and
she was soon gobbling on one of the men's big dicks as if she had been
starving for cum all day long.  In almost no time, he was shooting his load
into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the man next to him, who
then shoved his meat into her mouth.
     This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man in their
little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back on the floor. 
There were still men who had not shot their cum into her mouth, however,
and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed their cocks into her
mouth until they had emptied their balls.
     She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious they
entertained themselves by pissing on her body, both the men and the women.
Several of the men stood over her at one time and poured their yellow
streams of piss all over her nakedness at once.  The women squatted over
her one at a time and poured most of their waste onto her face and hair. 
     When they were done, Bronk handcuffed her left ankle to a nearby post
and left her there, lying in a pool of piss in the floor.
     When she came to, Amanda tried her best to crawl out of the stench in
which she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked body more than a
few feet in any direction, because of the handcuff on her ankle.  I felt
for her, and wanted more than anything in the world to be able leave and to
clean her up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could
do.  Unable to leave the seat I was chained to, I was sitting in my own
mess.
     Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Amanda soon
fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found myself
drifting off.  I awoke several times during the night to find a man or two
had returned to the garage to have another crack at Amanda, fucking her
mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them on.
     Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Lizzie bending over Amanda and
gently washing her body.  At least one of them had some decency.

     I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but I
was sadly disappointed.  No one came in to release us and send us home.  We
weren't rescued.  The nightmare continued.  The bikers had a new "slut" to
use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go before the weekend
was up.  Besides, the whole scene was made even better by letting the
slut's old man watch the whole thing.
     When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle engines. 
The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot, filling my
nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze, urine and sex.  Lizzie,
or someone, had covered Amanda with a blanket and I was relieved to see
that.  I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and goings during the
night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained in a sitting
position on the old bus seat.
     Bronk was the first to enter the garage after I awakened.  He was his
friendly, cheerful self.
     "Well, you fuckin' bastard, did you like the way we used your old
lady-whore last night?  I hope so, you turdfaced shit, cause you ain't seen
nothin', yet.  Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and
we're all set for a 3-day party!  We're gonna let you stay and watch, but
if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you
understand?"  He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked
the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body.
     When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Amanda and woke
her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs and
fucking her.  
     When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post.  He pulled her
up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string and a
pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the shiny
dots, which he told her to put on.  While she was putting on the shoes,
Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she made Amanda 
swallow.  I had no idea what they were giving her, but I knew for sure I
wouldn't want either of them giving me any of their pills.
     Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder on
a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods.
     When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her they 
pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor.  No sooner had she
knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.  Now,
it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers.  Most of them were
clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the women were
wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they walked down the
short flight of steps into the garage.  
     They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if
they were ready for a show of some kind.  Apparently, that was exactly what
they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them.
     He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda's head up by
her hair, spoke to the group.  "Our little whore was a good fuck last
night, wasn't she, gang?"  
     The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure
with Amanda's performance of the previous evening.  
     "Today, we're gonna make a movie, and the little whore's gonna show us
how she can dance."  Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his instructions
to her.  "You will dance for us, you little pile of shit, and you'll dance
as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest beer-bar...you
understand?"  
     Amanda nodded.  
     "I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours, and
show us every little part of your slut body.  Crawl on the floor when you
dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body.  Make cocks hard and
pussies wet.  If you do, we'll all fuck you.  If you don't, we'll all fuck
you, too, but maybe not as nice.  So, believe me, you want to dance just as
good as you possibly can.  Take my word for it."
     Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on
the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be
heard throughout the garage.  Then he put his eye to the viewer of the
camcorder and yelled to Amanda, "Ok, bitch, do your thing!"
     Amanda began to move her body to the beat.  The pills they had given
her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the mood for
showing off than she ever had in her life.  She swayed sexily to the music,
her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring men and women as
she moved.  She spread her legs open on the floor and bent backward,
hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking a man's dick. 
The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she
continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny
fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement.
     I watched in amazement.  My conservative, uptight wife was now dancing
as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang!  Despite being bound and
hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants.
     As her back bent further and further backward, Amanda began to move
her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them up in the
air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin strips of
fabric between her legs.  She reached forward with her right hand and
patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of pleasure from her
audience.  Her legs bent further backward until her knees were nearly
beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the air as if she were
inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her open and hungry slit.
     Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and then onto
her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so.  Her legs opened wider
and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of the tiny G-string
being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled.  
     Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered either with
the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them.
     I was surprised at the professionalism of Amanda's dancing.  I didn't
know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching her.  I would
love to live to see her do that again, I hoped.  She was a natural.
     In the middle of her performance, Amanda suddenly stopped and stayed
in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass sticking high
up into the air.  Then, I saw her reaching back between her legs and
pulling the G-string to the side.  With it out of the way, she began to
insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering herself to the
delight of those watching.  The more she fingered, the more her hips bucked
up and down in that age-old fucking movement.  And soon she was coming in
front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself with her own fingers.
     Lizzie walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Amanda gladly
took and began working up into her wet fuckhole.  She was either extremely
hot, or the pills that Lizzie had given her were really having some effect
on her.  She fucked herself shamelessly with the long, thick fake cock,
seeming to love the attention and the dirty and nasty lewd comments that
filled the room.
     One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a small
pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she had emptied
it, she moved behind Amanda and pulled the dildo from her cunt.  In its
place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it into her cunt
slowly, inserting more of it as Amanda's hips began to move, indicating her
acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her cunt.  Pretty soon, Amanda
was really fucking it, in and out of her pretty, little slit with much
enthusiasm.  The woman worked the wine bottle deeper and deeper into
Amanda, stretching her fuckhole wider and wider as she fed more and more of
the tapered neck into her.
     She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside her when,
suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back between her
beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself, humping it wildly and
pumping it into herself amid loud moans and gasps of pleasure.
     When her orgasm was over, Amanda fell to the floor on her belly, and
Lizzie moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position.  She had
another glass of wine and more pills, and Amanda took them submissively.
     Encouraged by Bronk to continue dancing, "or else," Amanda resumed her
dance, standing and moving around the circle of people, wiggling her ass
and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired her so openly. 
Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her body, and Amanda would
always stop in front of them when they did, throwing her head back and
loving the feeling of their hands or teeth or tongues on her body.
     Suddenly, the music stopped, and Bronk announced, "Fun time for the
little slut!"  
     Bronk stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling bottom and
tied Amanda to an old car seat that he had pulled over from one side of the 
garage.  Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on the sides and her
legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to her holes.
     I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang, only,
today, with three times as many men present.  I was truly worried about
Amanda's survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch.  Knowing that
the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager to pound their meat
into her cunt, Bronk had re-arranged the lights and camera.  
     Amanda began to moan softly.  Lizzie walked up to Amanda, just as
Bronk  had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Amanda a shot
from a hypodermic needle.  Amanda was already so hot she couldn't think
straight, but somehow they weren't satisfied with her current level of
sluttishness, and obviously expected this new shot to make her even more
insatiable.  I didn't even know such drugs existed, but I was watching
their result.  I don't know what was in the shots that they gave Amanda,
but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut.  
     Only moments after they had administered the shot, she began to beg
for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and pump their
dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her hole, again.  
Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared her trembling body,
some of them sitting on her face and ordering her stick to her tongue deep
into their assholes or some of them filling her mouth with thick hard
cocks, while others plowed into her cunt.
     Amanda was never a passive participant.  Whenever one of the men would
withdraw his spent cock from her mouth, the begging would begin all over
again until another dick had replaced it.  She began begging to be untied
so that she could use her hands to please her lovers as well, and smiling
at her hot words and desire to please, Bronk untied her hands and allowed
her her wish.
     As soon as her hands were free, my cum-filled wife began to use them
to caress the men who roughly plunged their dicks in and out of her body. 
She caressed their balls, played with their asses, and for a long period of
time had a cock in each hand, jerking them while she was taking the dicks
from other men in her holes.
     Eventually, Bronk decided her legs didn't need to be tied either, and
freed them from their bonds.  Once they were free, the men began to hold
her ankles up in the air, spreading her legs open widely as they fucked
her.  They bent them back toward her head, exposing her asshole and began
filling it as well as her cunt as they continued to fuck her over and over
again.
     "Yes, my ASS!" Amanda cried out.  "Fuck me in my ASS!  Oh, fuck me!
Fuck my whole body!  More, more, more!" she yelled.
     Using her mouth and hands as regenerating tools, the horny men
continued to fuck Amanda until they had worn themselves completely out. 
They had not even come close to wearing Amanda out, and when they had tired
of their new plaything, she was still lying there on the old car seat
rubbing her clit and moaning and begging for more cock in her holes.  As I
looked at her lying there, I could see cum still streaming from her ass and
cunt and puddling on the seat until it ran down the sides and began to
puddle on the dirty concrete garage floor.
     Lizzie then appeared and gave Amanda yet another shot.  This time it
was evidently one to calm her down, because moments after the shot had been
administered, Amanda grew quiet and was soon sleeping, still lying
spreadeagled on the old car seat, completely naked, the cum still leaking
from her holes. 
     Soon, the room was empty once again, except for Amanda and me.  I
wondered just how long they would continue to use Amanda and what would
happen when they finally tired of 
.