Chapter 30

“You, muther fucker, get the fuck out of here,” the hand holding her seat mates neck hoisted him and rolled him over the seat back forward, tumbling him to the aisle. He stumbled to his feet and rapidly left the theater, as Lisa’s legs were pulled by the men in the seats on each side of her, spreading her legs wide.

“Do you want to make a wish Charlie?” The man still holding her breast too tightly asked the other. “We can split her like a turkey bone.”

Charlie laughed, pulling at her thigh, sliding his fingers to tangle into the soft hair of her cunt.

“Yeah muther fucker, I’ll make a wish, I wish I had her in Oakland at the clubhouse. I’d show her how cunt is supposed to be eaten.”

“Stand up sweetheart. Charlie’s going to get his wish. You walk nice and quiet or I’ll twist your tit off and cram it down your throat, you hear?”

Lisa was surrounded and guided to the door at the left of the screen, down the balcony steps one by one, and then to the door. They pulled her roughly, the pain in her breast causing her lips to thin. Charlie kept up a low whisper as they walked, telling her that he was going to really hurt her if she made a sound. Lisa was deathly quiet as she walked.

They passed through the exit door into the dark parking lot at the rear of the theater, where Lisa could see their motor cycles parked. Charlie asked the thug holding her tit, whose bike Lisa would ride.

“She rides Big Eddie’s bike, right sweetheart. Wouldn’t you just love to ride with me?” The leader twisted her tit.

“I’ll ride with you if you’ll just quit hurting my breast. If you don’t let go of me, I’ll scream rape,” Lisa’s voice hissed at him.

Big Eddie’s hand moved so fast that Lisa didn’t see it. He punched three fingers hard into her abdomen, taking her breath away, she couldn’t breath, couldn’t speak, and her lungs labored to get air, as Big Eddie swung one leg over his bike. He pulled her roughly onto the seat behind him.

“Put your arms around me, hold on and shut up. If you so much as make a peep, or even look funny, I’ll stick my whole fist in your gut. If you think three fingers was bad, wait until you feel my hard fist in your belly. Now hang on.

He started the bike, the others following, and the bunch rode out onto the street, making a u-turn, scooting across traffic which braked to a stop before the onslaught of the bikers. Lisa clung to Big Eddie, shoving her purse into her lap and holding it with her body against his. Her dress flowed over her legs and hips, exposing her bare ass and thighs. Lisa tried to use one hand t hold it down, but she decided it was better to have a bare ass waving in the breeze than to have a skin full of concrete.

Up Alameda street to Highway 17 and north to Oakland. Lisa clinging to Big Eddie’s waist, her hands clasped in front, feeling the heavy slab of muscle that was his belly move and twist, as he rode the bike at seventy five or eighty down the well lit highway. The group wove in and out of traffic, passing cars left, right and on the shoulder. His belly muscles were like iron bands, shifting under her clasped hands. Her legs flashed bare in wind, the skirt bunched high around her thighs popping in the air.

Lisa pressed the side of her face against Big Eddie’s back and that helped to keep her hair from blowing in her eyes.

It was a long ride, up through east Oakland to the foothills and into a canyon with an wrought iron gate. One of the bikers unlocked and opened the gate, and the rest roared through, to pull up after several sharp turns onto a circular driveway in front of a big two story rambling house of redwood and glass.

“Come on, cunt. Let’s go,” Eddie grabbed her shoulder and roughly thrust her toward the front door. Lisa tried to walk with an air of superiority, but Big Eddie planted his booted foot in her swinging ass with a kick, knocking her to the ground.

“When I say, Let’s go. I mean you better run, slut,” Eddie pulled her to her feet and pushed her to the door. Lisa ran the short distance to the door, twisted the handle and entered.

The interior was beautiful, soft two tone brown and orange carpet spreading from wall to wall, furniture built into a play pen, soft couches centered around a polished wood table, big brass highly polished lamps around the room, and at the end of the room, a pool.

Books lined one wall, some leather bound with gilt lettering. Lisa started to examine the books when Eddie pointed to a door.

“Beer.”

Lisa went immediately to and through the door. A big kitchen, copper pots hung from the ceiling around a butcher block cooking table that was huge. The sink was made of copper and gleamed. The dish washer, stove and refrigerator were all of polished copper and beautiful. She opened one of the two refrigerators and saw it well stocked with food, but no beer.

The other had nothing but beer, stacked from bottom to top, every brand she had heard of and some she hadn’t. Lisa took two Miller’s and scampered back to the big living room.

“What the fuck’s this. Two beers? You think you and I are gonna drink beer, slut?

“Now get your ass moving and get us all some beers,” he waved at the other bikers lounging in the room. Lisa quickly counted eleven, and headed to the kitchen. Finding a swedish steel tray, she loaded it with nine beer bottles and trotted back, careful not to let the bottles fall off the tray. She served the grabbing hands the beer, trying to fend off the grabs at her legs. One bald biker ran his hand up her thigh until his thumb was nestled in her cunt wiggling in the wetness. She pulled away and served until the tray was empty.

Eddie held the cold frosty bottle to his mouth and drained half, then one more swallow and the other half.

“Beer.”

Lisa ran to the refrigerator, piled beer bottles on the tray and ran back. Three more trips to the thirsty bikers until the drinking slowed. When Lisa returned to the kitchen, she tested the back door and found it locked with a dead bolt lock, a key was required to open it from the inside. No escape that way, and how was she going to get home from way out here in the foothills, anyway.

Back in the living room, Eddie yelled at her.

“Hey slut. Get your fuck’en ass out here.”