Chapter 1

It didn’t seem nearly as hot today though the thermometer suggested otherwise. Regardless, on my daily jog, I decided to take a longer route that I had never taken before which is probably 5 miles further than the 15 miles I usually jog. I’m Hailey and on the Junior Varsity track team at Ball High, at least I was last school year and hoping to make the Varsity this year. I turned 16 a few weeks ago and am trying out my new blue and gold Nikes today. They feel wonderful and I feel like I’m running smoother than usual.

For some reason, I slept very poorly Saturday night and my parents weren’t surprised when I put on my jogging gear early this morning and headed out after a small breakfast. As I walked out the door, I turned and said: I will probably be gone for quiet a while today. I want to set a new distance record.”

“Have fun sweetheart,” was all that Dad said.

I headed out of the subdivision and onto the trail that took me to the normal jogging paths. The sun began to beat down and it was probably 90 degrees even though it was only 8 am. I was thinking about Josh, a senior who was a star on the football team. He had shown some interest in me, but never asked me out. I knew he liked me but I was afraid that my body didn’t meet his standards. Josh had been dating Cindy who was also going to be a senior and most of the guys wanted her. I had seen her in gym class and she had a perfect figure with large breast and nice hips and ass.

I ran so much that I was muscular but fairly thin. I had very little fat on my body, but did finally have B cup breast and a rather nice ass. I was 5’7” and weighted about 110 pounds and wondered what I could do to ever compete with Cindy. As I was pondering that problem, I turned onto this gravel country road. The trees were lush and green and the only others on this road was a rabbit and a squirrel that I passed as I ran by. In my headphones, I was listing to Rihanna’s S&M. I wondered what it would be like to be desired by all men like she is. “I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it.” Wow, what a line. Maybe that was my problem, I was too good.

My solitude was rocked by a sound in the distance. It was a roar of some kind and I became alert wondering what I was hearing. The roar increased and two motorcycles passed by at a very fast pace, kicking up dirt and gravel in my path. I veered into the grass and kept jogging. The roar lessened, then increased again as I turned and saw them returning. As they pulled up beside me, one yelled out: “Hey Princess, you need a ride?”

“No thanks, I’m just out for my daily jog, but thanks anyway.”

The man asking was probably in his late 20s, looked like a real thug with a bushy mustache, long sideburns, very muscular arms covered in tattoos and a jean vest which was open and showing his muscular abs. He wore a heavy chain around his neck. On the other motorcycle, was an older man who looked completely nasty with an unattractive women on the back. She was wearing torn shorts and a tank top, through which you could easily see her large saggy breast.

“Come on; let’s have a little fun on this beautiful Sunday morning.”

Rihanna’s song kept running through my brain, “but chains and whips excite me...”

“OK, maybe for a bit.” What was I thinking? Am I completely out of my mind? These thoughts were going through my head as I climbed on the back of this complete stranger’s “bike”. And with a roar we spun with gravel flying behind us. I let out a little scream as we headed off.

I put my arms around the man and for the first time in my life, was on a motorcycle. I wondered if what you heard was correct and as I felt the vibration between my legs, I finally understood why women wanted to ride. This was an incredible feeling, with the wind blowing my long blond hair. I always put my hair in a pony tail when I jogged, so it was standing out behind me.

After a few miles, we turned off the gravel road onto a mostly dirt and grass path that took us deeper into the woods. My cries of “where are we going?” and “Please let me off,” were ignored or not heard over the roar of the motorcycle’s loud engine. My initial excitement had turned into near panic as I figured I was going to be raped or worse. I thought about trying to jump off and run, but knew I could never get away if they wanted to catch me. We went for some time then we came on another group of parked motorcycles and they brought their motorcycles to a halt.

As we got off the bikes and I saw a small group of others there, I said; “Thanks for the ride. It was fun but I have to get back to my jog.”

For the first time the woman, who I later learned was called Tang said: “come on prom queen, stay and find out what a boring life you are living.”

Derrick grabbed me by the arm and pulled me along with him. The other three men turned our way and I noticed that there was a topless girl on her knees sucking one of the men’s dicks. I knew it was time to run, but Derrick’s grip on my arm was too firm to break from.

“What’s you found there D?”

The woman replied, “We found this Prom Queen running down the road and thought she would be good for a couple of laughs.”

“I’m Hailey and on the schools track team and just doing my morning jog. I really need to get back and finish before my parents get worried. “ I knew they would be off to church before I got back and wouldn’t think anything about me for many hours.

“Well Queenie, when you got on D’s Bike, that was an agreement to join our little family, so don’t make us mad or we might have to punish you for being disrespectful. You don’t want that now do you?” The man talking seemed to be the leader and had a very sexy black girl sitting next to him with her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know, but I really have to get back.”

“Well, that ain’t gona happen, so you can do what cunts do or you can have a very bad Sunday. Which will it be?”

My mind was racing. Why did I get on that motorcycle? Didn’t I know there would be consequences? Did I want this to happen? Was there any way out of this mistake? About that time the girl sucking this guy’s cock started gagging and the man let out a moan and obviously filled her mouth. She stood up, “Now that’s what I needed for a Sunday morning breakfast.”

Tank smirked, “And that all cunts are good for.”

This girl looked to be about my age, probably Hispanic with rather small tits, thought probably no smaller than mine but a large ass. Men seem to be captivated by large asses now. I wonder if all of us average ass girls have Kim K to thank for that?

I could hear my heart beating faster as two of the men started walking toward me. Even in my confusion, I knew there was no safe way out of this.

“So, what’s it going to be Queenie?”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Of course you will. Now that’s more like it. So get out of those fucking clothes or would you rather have Tang give you a hand?”

“Hey Stoner, can I have the Prom Queen first?” Tang asked.