"Well, you fuckin' bastard, did you like the way we used your old lady-whore last night? I hope so, you turdfaced shit, cause you ain't seen nothin', yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and we're all set for a 3-day party! We're gonna let you stay and watch, but if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you understand?" He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body. When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Amanda and woke her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs and fucking her. When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He pulled her up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string and a pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the shiny dots, which he told her to put on. While she was putting on the shoes, Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she made Amanda swallow. I had no idea what they were giving her, but I knew for sure I wouldn't want either of them giving me any of their pills. Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder on a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods. When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her they pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner had she knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Now, it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers. Most of them were clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the women were wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they walked down the short flight of steps into the garage. They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was exactly what they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them. He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda's head up by her hair, spoke to the group. "Our little whore was a good fuck last night, wasn't she, gang?" The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure with Amanda's performance of the previous evening. "Today, we're gonna make a movie, and the little whore's gonna show us how she can dance." Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his instructions to her. "You will dance for us, you little pile of shit, and you'll dance as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest beer-bar...you understand?" Amanda nodded. "I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours, and show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks hard and pussies wet. If you do, we'll all fuck you. If you don't, we'll all fuck you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me, you want to dance just as good as you possibly can. Take my word for it." Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the viewer of the camcorder and yelled to Amanda, "Ok, bitch, do your thing!" Amanda began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had given her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the mood for showing off than she ever had in her life. She swayed sexily to the music, her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring men and women as she moved. She spread her legs open on the floor and bent backward, hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking a man's dick. The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement. I watched in amazement. My conservative, uptight wife was now dancing as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang! Despite being bound and hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants...

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