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looking at me with an unrestrained hunger in their eyes; the same kind of hunger I’d seen on that trucker’s face, back at the roadhouse.  
    Not again , I thought, stricken once more with fear.  
    “Well, looky what we’ve got here,” hissed the biker with the beard.  
    “Looks like D’s been holding out on us,” the one with the spider’s web tattoo replied.  
    I took a step towards the towel, which was strewn in the corner of the dusty room, and both men flinched.  
    “Who the fuck said you could move?” the one with the beard snapped.  
    I became still once more.  
    “Hey, looks like she’s a natural redhead, Spider!” he cried out, his eyes now fixed on my pussy — on the small patch of my pubic hair, lit up by the morning sunlight.
    “Well, isn’t that something,” Spider said, his eyes too moving to the place between my legs.  
    The two men both took a step towards me in unison.  
    “Say,” said the one with the beard. “You’re that cock-sucking slut from the roadhouse, ain’t ya?”  
    I nodded, petrified with fear, the breath shivering in my lungs.  
    “Well how about this for a deal?” he continued. “You suck me, while my friend Spider here fucks your pretty little asshole, and as a reward, we’ll let you live. How does that sound, baby girl?”  
    I parted my lips to speak, but all that came out was the dry click of my tongue, my mouth completely devoid of moisture.  
    I remained fixed on the spot, watching in terror as the two men unbuckled their pants and scooped out their dirty cocks. They were both already half-hard, obviously turned on from the sight of my young, naked body. Spider’s cock was short and fat, the shaft of it thick and round, ending in a small pale mushroom head, while the guy with the goatee beard’s dick was long and dark and thin, with a deep purple head. The two men stroked their meat, licking their lips as they took another step towards me, closing up the remaining space between us. I was preparing myself to do what I needed to — no chance of escape this time — my heart hammering, just wanting to stay alive, when I heard the door slam open behind me.  
    We all span around simultaneously.  
    There was D, standing in the doorway, dressed in his full leathers.  
    “Step the fuck away from her,” he said in a low, steady voice.  
    The two men looked to each other, then to D, their dicks still clutched in their grubby hands, then both bikers took one step back away from me.  
    D walked into the room, closing the door behind him with an icy, measured calm.  
    He fixed the men in the eye, one by one, before a thin venomous smile broke out on his face. “Let me take first crack at her, hey boys?” he said, giving them a wink.  
    He turned to me, his back now towards Spider and the other guy, and gave me a quick, serious look. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed.  
    I realized what was happening here: this was some sort of power play. D was obviously in charge, but he couldn’t let on to these two cretins that he thought of me as anything other than a simple piece of meat. He couldn’t let on that anything tender had actually happened between us.  
    So he took a step towards me, fumbling with his own belt buckle, and I felt a small wave of relief, knowing that at least it would be him who fucked me. I looked over his shoulder, at the two bikers, their hard dicks still clutched in their hands. They showed no signs of leaving the room. They were slouched up against the wall, lazily stroking themselves, their eyes taking in the scene, as D slowly approached me.  
    “Turn around,” he commanded.  
    I did as I was told.  
    He grabbed my wrists and directed my hands out in front of me, placing them flat against the wall, just above waist height.  
    Next I felt his leather boots nudging at the inside of my ankles, one by one, as he forced me to part my legs and step backwards a little, so that my back was arched, my bum sticking out towards him.