The wind blew and tossed my hair as my husband drove the convertible through the winding mountains roads. I took in a deep breath and inhaled a bit of my own hair - a glorious vision of peaceful serenity if there ever was one. Laughing at my own lack of grace, I looked at the beautiful mountains and trees that surrounded us. My husband and I always made time in the summer to hike and camp and we were on our way to one of our favorite camping sites.
The camp site was fairly remote, so we had not seen a car, nor did we anticipate seeing one, for miles. Soon we came across one of our favorite outlook points and turned off the main road for quick break. It was a curvy, dusty half mile, but well worth the detour. It looked out into a vast deep canyon, sharp rock cliffs carved by a glacier long before our time. My husband and I got out of the car, taking in the epic scene together, excited for the weekend we had ahead of us.
As I took in another deep breath (sans hair this time), I heard a faint, but increased rumbling. As I continued to listen, and the noise grew louder, I knew the noise was undeniably man made. Once it became clear that it was a motorized vehicle, our peaceful roadside stop was now disrupted; so we made our way back to our car to continue on our journey.
My husband put the car in reverse and turned around, only to find that our path out was blocked by at least a line of motorcycles and a cloud of dust. We waited patiently in the car to see if they would move; but as they started to park their bikes it was clear that they weren't going anywhere.
We contemplated what we should do. They clearly saw us, knew we were trying to leave and had no intention of letting us. We discussed possible exit plans, each one becoming more dire and pathetic than the last. Run into the woods - but then what, we have no car and we're in the middle of a remote forest. Run the bikes down - we drove a small coupe hatchback, no match for the wall of solid Harleys that were amassed in front of us.
Before we could come up with any more cockeyed ideas, two of the men started to approach the car. They were large men, both in height and build. One wore a leather vest, but nothing under, and they both had leather pants, and boots. One of the men was much larger, albeit, both were very large though. The smaller of the two had piercings throughout his face and ears. Their intention for us was unknown, but their actions were clearly aggressive - why else would you stop a couple from leaving a turn out?
The larger of the two men, with long hair, a neck tattoo that read "brothers" surrounded by skulls and fire, came over and knocked on the window. Two times, both hard, but deliberate.
"Out of the car. Slowly." His voice was as hard and deliberate as his knock.
The two men were on either side of the car, and stood to blockade us as we stepped out of the vehicle. My heart was racing, these men intended to do us harm, that much was clear. As soon as I got out of the car onto my feet, the man grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bikes. He threw me to the ground and ordered me to remove my clothing. My husband motioned to try and help me, but the deliberate man, twice his size, held him back.
"Take off your clothing," the pierced man barked.
I wasn't sure what to do. I looked to my husband for guidance, and as I did, he made another move to come to my rescue, this time being met with a solid punch to his stomach forcing him to his knees.
"Come on lady, he's not going to help you. Take off your clothing. Don't make me do it for you."
I looked around me and saw all of the men circling around me. I could see it in their eyes and posture, they all wanted a piece of me. They wanted me naked so they could all rape me. I was horrified. If I took off my clothing, it would make it easier for them to rape me, but if I didn't, I knew the process would be even more painful. I started to take my clothing off, hurried and nervous.
"Hey lady...slow down. These men came for a show." He approached me in a way that said he would do more than throw me to ground if I didn't listen.
Tears streaming down my face, I fumbled as best I could to give them a show as I removed all of my clothing. My bake naked body rested roughly on the dirt and gravel. Piercings motioned to another man, and he gave him something, I couldn't see at first.
"Get up and put yourself over this bike," he ordered.
As I did, I saw that he had rope, which he quickly worked around my hands, and then tied me to the bike. This is it, they are going to all rape me as I lay helpless on this motorcycle. More tears flowed as I sobbed and reluctantly lay across the bike.
To my surprise, once I was restrained, their attention didn't stay on me. A few of the men stayed near me, while the majority of them were focused on my husband. As they walked over I saw many of them start to fiddle with their pants, and then the deliberate man, very aggressively removed my husband's pants and boxers and pushed his face into the hood of our car, and held his face pressed hard against the hot hood. I watched as he struggled to remove himself from this position, but more men approached him and held him down.
The large man was clearly the leader, and was going to have the first taste. He unbuckled his pants. My husband struggled again to try to escape, but there was no release from what was about to happen. The large man pulled out his rock hard, proportionately large cock. He stroked it as he approached my husband, and I screamed out, "NO!! Please no!! You can have me instead!!!"
The man turned to me and said, "Don't worry sweetheart, you'll have your turn too after we destroy your husband." And with that he licked his hand, wiped his spit on his dick and penetrated my husband's ass with his thick and long hard dick. He thrust his cock in as my husband cried out in pain, his virgin ass being stretched out and probed. The large man continued to fuck him, inching his fat cock deeper and deeper inside my husband.
"Ooooh booyee! Looks like we have a virgin ass to stretch out here!" the man jeered.
