God, I was bored as I sat in the restaurant, I had drifted into a world of my own, as my fiancé and parents discussed the forthcoming marriage. It was a marriage I didn't really want, I just wasn't ready, I wanted to live and enjoy myself. It wasn't a forced marriage, far from it, it was just that we seemed to be drifting into it, everyone seemed to expect that Justin and I would end up together. Preordained, as our families knew each other and we had mixed in the same social circles for all our lives.
Part of the Devon and Cornwall 'social elite' going to all the right schools and then parties, the tennis club, the rugby club, yacht club. God, it was so predictable and boring. Even the sex was boring, routine almost, as if it was because we are engaged so we should be having sex. Justin just never surprised me, wanted anything different than 'vanilla' sex. Justin is a hunky guy who I should be drooling over, the catch as they say. All my friends were after him, but I just found him boring. I wanted excitement and fun!!!
Unable to take any more of the banal talk coming from my parents and Justin I jumped up and stormed out of the restaurant screaming in frustration, Justin quickly following after me. As he caught up with me in the car park, I rounded on him and told him to leave me alone, shocking him by actually telling him to "Fuck off and leave me alone." I never swear and if I did nothing as crude as that. I don't think I'd even said fuck when we had sex. Shaking his head Justin turned and returned to the restaurant. Pillock, I thought, if you love me and want me, then for God's sake take me.
Aimlessly I made my way to the beach, a place I've always loved and gone to for calm and solace. There must be something more to life than this? To drift into a marriage I didn't want, with a man I didn't love, just because everyone expected it and thought we were an 'ideal couple." I was twenty-four and had a whole life in front of me. I wanted excitement and fun. I wanted to live!
I wandered alone on the beach and suddenly struck by a need for freedom stripped my clothes off and pranced around naked, the feel of the sand under my feet and the warm night air on my body seemed to ease my tensions and liberate me. Dropping my clothes on the sand I rushed into the sea diving through the waves and then swimming like a fish.
After a few minutes of enjoying the warm water of the gulf stream caressing me, I turned and returned to the beach, looking around I couldn't find my clothes.
"Looking for these?" a coarse Devonian accent called out, spinning around I saw a rough-looking, large, bearded man in leather jeans and cut off denim jacket. He was holding my clothes.
"Those are my clothes give me them back," I ordered him abruptly, ever the little madam, showing the entitlement I felt was mine, as it had been all my life. I almost stamped my foot.
"What's it worth for me and my pal?" he replied, at the same time lifting my panties to his face and sniffing them.
"She's nice, I like the look of her tits," the second man said as he came into view, he looked just the same as his friend, but even bigger and rougher.
"Think she's a virgin?"
"No way, she looks like one of those posh bits that are around here, they're always at it, and I bet she goes like a train when she gets worked up. They all do."
As they said this they were steadily approaching me, stalking me like prey, before I could move they had spread out so my escape was restricted. Both of them were ogling my naked body, even as I tried to cover it with my hands.
"Yep, I think you're right, not a virgin and gagging for it. Are you gagging for it sexy? Fancy a bit of rough do you?"
"You're cute. Don't see many like you wandering around here totally naked, all ready for fuckin'."
"I was not naked and I am not ready for fucking. I had just gone for a swim," I replied, fear spreading through me with every second that passed. I was alone and naked, on a deserted beach with two hard, rough, men, making their intentions clear. They wanted sex with me, and they were happy to rape me to get it, and, when I fought back it would add to their pleasure.
"You look pretty naked to me," leered the first one, licking his lips.
"Who's first?"
"Me,"
"Why you, I spotted her first."
"If we fight for her, she'll only getaway."
"OK, you get first go, then she's mine for the rest of the night. Unless I let you join in as well," said with a leering snigger.
With that the pair of them grabbed me, hard grimy hands grasping my soft, pliant body. Squeezing and pawing my tits, one hand then two thrusting between my legs as fingers roughly forced their way into my pussy. I screamed in outrage and fought them, scratching, biting and kicking as best I could, bringing only laughter at my feeble attempts. One hairy mouth had latched onto my left boob, sucking the nipple deep, teeth biting down on it making me moan.
Suddenly the world tipped upside down and I was on my back, stars flashing in my eyes as my head banged on the sand. The first man was between my knees forcing my legs wide open, as he struggled with his fly trying to free his cock. A cock I knew he was going to fuck me with, and fuck me hard, and I knew that would only be the start of what I would have to endure that night.
"Stop right there. Leave her alone," a voice rang out, just as I felt the rigid cock push it's way into the entrance of my pussy, ready to slam into me hard. Both men froze but still held me on the ground. Thank God, somebody was here to help me, or at least give me a chance to escape.
"Why? We found her. We claimed her," as the cock again started to push into me.
"I said STOP."
"What, you want first go is that it?"
As this exchange went on the source of my rescue came into view and my heart sank. He was just the same, even bigger but not as hairy and rough looking. I'd fallen into the hands of a biker gang, there were a couple of them turning up along the North Devon coast recently.
"No, I know the rules, you found her, you get her first, but she's not for taking like the others. Now I said let her go." Menace in the voice. Then a boot-clad foot shot out and kicked the guy who was between my legs right in the face, kicking him off me.
I scrambled to cover myself as the voice of my rescuer rang out, "Get dressed and get out of here and don't come back. If you do, I'll let Tom and Ronnie have you and I'll even hold you down for them."
I grabbed my clothes and ran off.
When I got back to the car park after struggling into my clothes but leaving my panties behind, I didn't want them anywhere near me after having that brute sniffing and touching them, I found it deserted and empty, the hotel closed down for the night.
My so-called fiancé and parents had abandoned me, leaving me to find my own way home. It was a good five-mile walk to town down dark country lanes, or I could take the treacherous cliff route, which was shorter but the bikers were there just waiting for me to reappear.
Shrugging to myself and in my mind deciding that I was going to dump Justin the next day I started walking. I'd gone about a mile when I heard the roar of a high-powered motorbike coming up behind me. Before I could take cover it was on me, dreading what my fate would be if it were Ronnie or Tom I looked back.
It was the other one, the one who had saved me. He smiled and his face changed from hard and cold to something warmer but still hard. A man who knew what he wanted and generally got it, but he had had to work hard to get it.
"Looks like you've got a long walk home," he said.
"I'll be fine, not that far really, I run more than this every day," and it was true I did.
