Skinheads

WALL STREET BLUES

Fuck, what a day thought Kerri.  Slamming down the pedal of her Beamer, radio up, sunroof open Kerri was ready to put this day of work behind her.  Being an up and coming Wall Street Investment banker had its highs.  The salary was great but some of the days were just draining as everything went downhill.  She should be working late but everything was so fucked up she left anyway.  Whatever! She thought.

Texting Jimmy she made sure they were still on for mountain biking when she got home.  He was home but…she knew he would want sex first. 

Kerri thought she loved Jimmy but his sex tastes were becoming more and more demanding.  Kerri felt it had to do with all the porn he was watching.  He was a subscriber to six sex sites.  Sure he would eat her pussy but all the stuff he wanted her to do was getting too much.  Cock sucking, cum swallowing, piss drinking, ass licking.  He loved to dominate and humiliate her.  She knew what he would be ready for when she got home and she wasn’t looking forward to it.  Kerri was hot and she knew it.  Why did she put up with it?  She was  29, 5’9”, long brown hair, not skinny and in great shape.  She could have lots of guys, why stick around with this pervert.  Jimmy was hot too, 6 foot and buff.  30 years old he seemed a good match for her  but…..

Another trip to the Cleaners

Kerri walked in the door of condo.  Jimmy was in his briefs. “Hey Jimmy, I thought we are going biking.  “First things First, Kerri.”  “Jimmy we got to get going.”  “OK Jimmy, but just a quick BJ, I want to get riding” “Kerri say it.!”  “OK, OK, Jimmy, can I please suck your cock?” 

Jimmy was a successful investment bank lawyer.  He loved that he had turned Kerri into his submissive bitch. He was the boss in this relationship and made sure Kerri knew it.  Kerri got down on her knees in front of the ceiling-to-floor mirror.  She was in her business suit and with full makeup.  Kerri went about what she had to do. Licking, slurping, taking it deep and holding it in.  In the end she took his cum on her face and suit.

“Kerri you look so sweet.  Pretty as a whore.” “Lets go bitch and wash it off.”  Kerri hated this, another suit to take to the cleaners.  She followed Jimmy into the bathroom.  She knelt down the bathtub and Jimmy pissed all over her.  Then she had to clean his cock.  He loved to see her with her stringy hair and piss and cum on her suit.  Humiliated Kerri got ready for bike riding.  She didn’t like the way the “love” life was going but she enjoyed all the other parts of her life with Jimmy.  She loved riding and they were going to wilderness preserve.

EXTREME BIKE RIDING

Arriving at the park Kerri and Jimmy got ready.  They had their mountain bikes, helmets, gloves and pads.

They liked what is called extreme riding.  They would go up and down the hills at high daredevil speeds.

The riding was a metaphor of their life on Wall Street.  They took off and Kerri challenged Jimmy for the lead on the daring rides. They followed a trail along a marked route up and down hills finally arriving at a junction to the old forest preserve area.  “Kerri, let go to the old park.”  “Jimmy, its kid of creepy”  “Its ok Kerri, we will have it ourselves.”

The old park was an old forest preserve that had picnic shelters.  It had been closed off to the public.  The riding trails were unofficial.  It was accessible but officially closed waiting redevelopment.  Off they went, fast and furious.  Descending a long hill both bikers battle for the lead, but in a second both bikes seemed to explode.  There was a loud bang and they flew head over heels and their bikes flew over them.  Picking themselves up they looked back and saw a chain had been pulled across the trail.  “What the fuck.”  “Kerri, you OK?”  “Yea, lucky we had this gear on.”

THE CIRCLE

As they looked around they saw the guys circling around them. All of sudden loud music started up.  The guys started tightening up around in a large circle. “What do you want?”  Screaming was useless due to the loud music.  “Kerri stand back to back.”  “Kerri and Jimmy stood back to back, turning around trying to keep an eye on the encircling group.  Kerri and Jimmy had martial arts training.  They weren’t going down easy. “Kerri, try to take one or two down, if we get an opening we can make a run for it.

As Kerri and Jimmy could see these guys better they realized they were in trouble.  SKINHEADS. They were a ragged fearsome looking group.  Shaved heads, Mohawks tattoo’s, piercing, leather jackets, combat jackets and stomper boots with white shoelaces. They had Nazi patches and emblems.  Skulls and death symbols adorned their clothes.  Kerri and Jimmy were desperate.  One of the heads tried to move close and Jimmy struck out landing a good kick to the body.  Kerri landed a kick and a punch.  The skinheads kept circling.  Kerri and Jimmy kept them away with kicks and punches. Kerri wrenched in pain as she as her legs were pulled out from under her.   There was this great pain around her ankles.  One of the heads had swung a chain and wrapped it around her legs and pulled her feet out from under her.  Jimmy went down next. 

HOGCHAINED

In a moment the gang was on them.  They were tied with chains around their ankles and wrists.  Their limbs were pulled behind then and the chains connected.  Metal rods were inserted through the chains and shouldered on each end by a gang member.  They were being carried hogtied. But to where?  Kerri was screaming for help but little could be heard with the loud punk rock on radio.  After being carried for quite a distance they arrived at an old picnic shelter.  The shelter had an open beamed roof, a large fire place with a fire going and picnic tables.  

Kerri was terrorized.  There were a large number of gang members.  The music was deafening.  They were obviously stoned on booze and drugs.  Kerri was screaming, begging.  “Please, don’t hurt us.  I’ll do anything.”  “Kerri, don’t beg yelled Jimmy”.  There were chains hanging from the beams and the ends of the metal poles were put through links in the chains.  Kerri and Jimmy were hanging from the ceiling.  They were hanging face down but could be rotated face up.

The gang had gone through their documents.  “Look what we have here.  Two Wall Street bitches.”

“Two whores stealing from the people.  You will pay for your crimes.”  Kerri was blabbering.  “No, not us, we don’t steal.”  “Please don’t hurt us, I’ll suck or fuck you guys, please, please.”  “Kerri DON’T beg.”  Several of the guys pulled out fearsome blades.  Kerri was rotated face up and head put a knife to her throat.  “Kiss me you little Wall Street Whore”.  He started kissing Kerri and she did her best to do what he wanted.  After he was done he dumped a big load of spit on her face.  “Yea, I think you’ll do fine” “Talented tongue you have there BITCH.”  “Guys, THIS WHORE HAS HAD PRACTICE”

STAYIN ALIVE

Meanwhile, a pair of heads where already cutting off Jimmy’s clothes with their knives.  He was naked hanging face down with his cock and balls hanging down.  “BITCH did you suck your boys cock today?”

“Yes”  “Yes what?”  “Yes, I sucked cock today.”  “Please, Please, I’ll suck yours too.”   Kerri was let to rotate back face down.  One of the gang grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and stuck his cock in her mouth.  Kerri desperate to survive started sucking the best she could.  I can do this, just do what they want.  I don’t want to die, please thought Kerri.   Meanwhile one of the heads had take a flexible wooden rod and started to cane the bottom of Jimmy’s feet.

Kerri and Jimmy were hanging from the shelter beams. One of the heads cut off Kerri’s top so her boobs hung down.  Jimmy was screaming as the rod lashed his feet. The music was blaring.  Kerri was sucking one cock after another with her face and hair starting to be soaked in cum.  Her titties were being fondled, sucked, squeezed and pinched. The gang was drinking, doing drugs, laughing and taunting the two Wall Street Bitches.

To be continued