The initiation

Jill was cold, very cold. It had been almost two days since she had run away from home, and it had been over two days since she had anything to eat! Miserable is how she felt, but not half as bad if she would have stayed in that fucking hell hole her mother called a home! Her father, no make that step father, had been using her either for a punching bag or his own personal little "sex toy", and when she finally couldn't take it anymore, she ran out of the house with just the clothes on her back. Now here she was, out on the road, all alone, only eighteen years old, no money, and no prospects! "It can't get any worse," she thought, as she pulled her light denim coat tighter around her neck while craning back to see if a car was coming!!! Automatically stuck out her thumb when a big sedan zoomed by, and incredibly, brake lights!!!! It's stopping!!!! The big black auto came to a stop about two hundred yards down the road and slowly backed up to where Jill was standing. The passenger side window slid down and a deep voice asked if she needed a lift? Without even answering, Jill opened the door and hopped in, sinking down in the deep leather bucket seat while cautiously looking over at the driver and being relieved to see it was a middle aged man in a business suit. He jabbed his open hand at Jill and offered, "Hello there, my name's Bill Dowd, glad to meet ya!" Jill, taking his hand and shaking it, replied in a small voice, "I'm Jill, thanks for picking me up." They rode along in silence for the next ten minutes until Bill asked her, "Where are you headed to, Jill?" "I don't really know," she replied, "maybe Los Angeles." "You got quite a trip in front of you missy," Bill intoned, "where are you coming from?" Jill really didn't want to answer all these questions, but she replied, "From Omaha." "Well, I can take you as far as Denver, but then I head north, and you'll wanna go west from there," he said matter of factly. Jill didn't answer, she just leaned back in the seat and soon was sawing logs, so she didn't know how much time had gone by when a gentle shake of her shoulder brought her back to life. "We'll stop here and get something to eat," said Bill, "you look like you could use a bite!" "That's okay," Jill replied, "I'll just wait here if it's all right with you?" "Honey," he said gently, "it's on me, now come on and let's eat!!!" She was famished, and this good Samaritan was making her an offer she couldn't refuse, so she hopped out of the car and joined Bill Doud for supper.

After eating their fill of burgers and fries, Bill pointed the big Lincoln west on I-80, and the miles melted away like butter on hot pancakes unitl at about ten o'clock that evening the lights of Denver glowed in the far off distance. "Another half hour and we'll be there," announced Bill, while keeping his eyes glued to the road. Exactly one half hour later Bill pulled into a truckstop-motel and said, "This is the end of the line, Jill, I don't know what you're running away from, but I hope you find what you need in L.A.!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out five twenty dollar bills and slid them across the seat to Jill and said, "You remind me of my daughter, use this for a motel room and a good breakfast tomorrow morning, and please be careful of who you ride with, okay?" Tears filled Jill's eyes as she stared gratefully at the older man, and after leaning over and gaving him a kiss on the cheek she said, "I will, Bill, and thanks for everything," and with that she was out of the car and waving as the big Lincoln slowly pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the highway.

The next morning started out bright and sunny as the warmth of the Colorado spring air rained down on Jill's skin. On the western edge of Denver she was trying to thumb a ride but was having not luck, so around noon she dropped in on a greasy spoon for a burger to stop the hunger pangs that were growling in her stomach. The dump was nearly deserted, except for the two rough looking characters seated at the far end of the lunch counter, so Jill ordered her meal and lit a cigarette while waiting for her food to be delivered. One of the guys at the end of the counter noticed her and leaned over and said something to his buddy, which must have been funny, because they both ended up laughing their guts out. They finished eating and were walking past her, when the bigger of the two stopped and asked her, "You on the road, baby?" Trying to act tough, Jill blew a cloud of smoke in his face and retorted, "What's it to you anyway!?!" The big burly man eyed her with a quizzical smile and replied, "Well, I just thought you might need a lift, but if you're gonna act like a little cunt, I don't give fuck!" He turned an started out the door, when Jill called out, "I'm going to L.A., and yeah, I could use a ride!" He turned back to her, and said, "We're leaving in five minutes, so if ya wanna come along, be ready to go, cuz we won't wait!" Jill ate her sandwich in four big bites, guzzled down her Dr. Pepper and was out of the door in a flash. The two men had hopped onto big Harley Davidson choppers and were just firing them up when the big guy motioned to her with a nod, indicating for Jill to hop on!!! After sliding her leg over the rear wheel and settling onto the thick saddle, the scruffy rider leaned his head over his shoulder and said, I'm Duke, and this is Cletus, glad to meet ya." Jill nodded at Cletus and yelled over the rumble of the big Harleys that her name was Jill as Duke dropped the big bike into gear roared off onto the highway, leaving a trail of dust and flying pebbles in their wake. "Finally," she thought, "I'm on my way to California!!!" Well, as she was soon to find out, not exactly!!!

About eighty miles west of Denver Duke and Cletus exited the interstate and were soon traveling on a blacktop road deep into a mountain pass. Jill asked several times where they were going, but Duke either didn't hear, or was ignoring her. A little ball began to tighten up in Jill stomach, that gnawing feeling you get when something doesn't feel right, and the ball tightened a little more when the two bikes made a turn onto an unused dirt road. After ten more minutes of bumpy riding, a make shift camp of tents and lean- tos came into view, and from a quick calculation she figured that there must have been twenty other choppers parked in a row along the road and a score of dirty bearded men and their women sitting around campfires cooking supper. Several men came over to meet Duke and Cletus when they got off their bikes, and it was apparent right away that they showed a lot more interest in Jill than she wanted them to! One of them asked, "Who's the new whore?!?" "Oh her," Duke answered with a nod of his head, "I picked her up at a slop house back in Denver, since Grace left, I've been lookin' for a new bitch, and it looks like I found her!" Duke had turned to look at her when he said "and it looks like I found her", and she knew right away that he had said it for her benefit. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and half dragged her over to one of the tents set up in the rear of the camp and threw her inside. She started to protest, but she was knocked to the ground by the back of Duke's huge hand, her head now spinning from the force of the blow!!! She could taste blood coming from a cut on the inside corner of her mouth, but before she had a chance to complain, Duke was on top of her in a hot second, ripping a tearing her clothes from her body. Jill was not a large person and Duke easily overpowered her even though he was using only one hand,while gis other was busy sliding down his Levi's, exposing a turgid erection with a large purple head!!! This was a pure and simple rape, but Jill was helpless to do anything about it, and out of the corner of her eye she could see several of Duke's buddies and their women watching the older man enter her small tight vagina. She let out a scream when he drove his sex piston deep into her unlubricated cunt, but he couldn't have cared less and continued his onslaught on her now bleeding hole. The only good thing about it, was that Duke didn't have much stamina, blowing his load rather quickly. Jill though it was all over, but unfortunately for her, it was just the beginning, as Duke was quickly replaced by another biker who slammed his stumpy pecker into her pussy until he had blow his load! Jill wasn't sure how many men fucked her that afternoon, but she remained conscious through the whole ordeal, once getting physically ill while getting fucked by a particularly smelly biker! When it was finally over, Jill heard Duke say to one of the women standing in the tent door, "Clean her up and get her ready for tonight, I'm gonna get something to eat!" Jill started to pass out, the only thing on her mind being, "What happens tonight!?!"