Mr chew asian bevers story part 1:"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.
Mr chew asian bevers story part 2: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. Mr chew
asian bevers story part 3: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. Mr chew asian bevers story part
4: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. Mr chew asian bevers story part 5: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. Mr chew
asian bevers story part 6: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. Mr chew asian bevers story part 7: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.Mr chew asian bevers story
part 8: 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. Mr chew asian bevers story part 8: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. Mr chew asian bevers
story part 9: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. Mr chew asian bevers
story part 10: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.
Mr chew asian bevers story part 11: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.Mr chew
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