Julie Davis was in trouble. She had left Dallas too late in the day to begin her drive to Phoenix and now, just west of Odessa, her car had broken down. Now, miles from nowhere and in a part of the Texas that had nothing but oilfields and rattlesnakes, she was stranded.

It was already sweltering and the hottest part of the day was yet to come. Julie had some water with her, but it wouldn’t last long in this heat. To make matters worse, her cell phone wasn’t getting any signal so she couldn’t even call for help.

Julie had planned on visiting her sister in Phoenix and was going to surprise her. She hoped to spend some time with her sister – it had been awhile since they had seen each other and she was looking forward to it. But because it was a surprise visit, her sister didn’t know she was coming. In fact no one knew of her plans, so no one would know to look for her if she was late.

Julie was a very attractive woman in her mid thirties but who looked to be about ten years younger. A fitness buff, she took care of her body with workouts three times a week at the gym and she was in good shape. At 5’4” tall, she had all the right womanly curves. Her breasts, 36D’s, stood up proud and her ass was well toned. She was a looker and she always had more than her share of attention at the gym and around town.

She wasn’t dressed for a hike through the desert today either. Wearing a hot pink mini dress with spaghetti shoulder straps and a rather bold deep V front. Her strappy CFM heels and stockings made her legs look sexy and she had a white lace thong on under the dress with a matching push up bra. Julie looked more like she was headed to a party than on a road trip.

But then, she hadn’t planned on breaking down. She was going to take her sister (much more conservative and demure than her) out and show her the more exciting night life that she was too shy and introverted to experience.

But all that would have to wait. Julie had to figure out what she was going to do about her current situation. She was stranded on a lonely stretch of a less populated highway in the middle of the Texas desert. Julie raised the hood of her Toyota Celica and watched as the steam from her broken radiator hose made a white cloud as it escaped. Yeah, she wasn’t going anywhere for awhile.

She got back in her car out of the sun and rolled the windows down on the shaded side of the car to try to stay as cool as possible. She didn’t put the emergency flashers on because she knew she only had limited battery life without being able to run the engine and no one would be able to see the lights in the daytime anyway. So she saved the battery for that night when the lights would be more visible.

She had been sitting in the car for about three hours with no air conditioning and she was hot, sweaty, and miserable. A couple cars had passed her, but none stopped, and she was beginning to think she would be spending the night in her car. She didn’t know how cold it got in the desert at night, but she knew that she didn’t want to go through another day like today!

Julie was exhausted and just drifting off to sleep when she heard a low rumbling sound that started off very faint, but seemed to vibrate the very air around her as it got nearer and nearer. She couldn’t place the sound, but could feel the vibrations and she sat up in the car and began to look around thinking there were a couple big trucks coming her way. Maybe she could get a ride from one of them. She got out of her car and was standing next to it ready to flag down a driver when she saw in the distance the source of the rumbling.

At first it was hard to make out – the heat made objects in the distance seem to shimmer and being able to see details was impossible. But as the noise grew and the black specks got closer, she could see what was coming her way. Julie stood awestruck as a group of the toughest, rowdiest bikers she had ever seen rode past her.

There must have been a dozen of them, riding two abreast down the road on very loud bikes. A few of them glanced at her as they passed by, but they kept on moving. Julie was a bit relieved that they passed by her – some of the bikers in the group looked pretty unsavory! They continued down the road and out of sight and Julie got back in her car to wait again. A couple minutes later though, she heard the same rumble starting again.

This time the sound was coming from the other direction and she watched as the same group of outlaw bikers came back down the road towards her. The bikers pulled up, placing the bikes in front and in back of her car. One biker, with a scraggly goatee and mustache, pulled alongside her car. He kicked out the bikes kickstand and leaned the bike onto it, getting off the seat slowly. With the rest of the bikers watching, he walked up to Julie’s car window and tapped on the glass.

Julie rolled the window down a couple inches, intimidated by these ruffians but also smart enough not to do anything to aggravate them.

“You seem to have a bit of a problem,” the biker said.

“Yes, my car just stopped. But it’s okay, I’ve called the auto club – they are sending someone out to help me,” she said nervously.

“Lady, we’ve rode this highway several times before. We know this is a dead spot for cell phones and no one can make calls for miles around here. Now, do you want some help or not?” the biker said.

“I’m sorry,” she said, embarrassed that she had been caught in a fib, “Yes, that would be nice. Thank you.”

He turned to one of the other bikers. “Tink, come take a look at this car,” he said. Julie watched as another of the bikers came up and walked past her to the front of the car. He took a look under that hood for a few moments and then came back to the first biker.

“The top radiator hose is split and most of her antifreeze is all over the ground. On top of that her main fan belt is just about shot. If the hose hadn’t busted, the belt would have. She’s not going anywhere for awhile.”

“Oh no! I can’t just leave my car sitting here! I have to get to Phoenix! Isn’t there anything you can do?” she whined.

Tink took her arm and pulled her around the front of the car. “You see this belt? Amongst other things it drives your alternator. If it breaks, your alternator won’t recharge your battery. Your car will run on its battery until it dies, and then you will have no car, no air conditioning, no emergency lights, no nothing. Even if we could patch the hose and put something in your radiator to act as coolant, you would only break down further down the road. There’s no way that belt will get you to Phoenix. You should have replaced it before you started this trip.”

“Lady, if Tink here says your car is shot, you can believe it – he is the best mechanic I know of,” the first biker said. Tink beamed at the compliment.

“What am I going to do?” she sighed.

“Can you ride?” he asked.

“Ride? I-I don’t know. I’ve never been on a motorcycle!” she said.

“Well it looks like you are going to get your chance. My name is J.J. but these hoodlums just call me Wildman. I’m more or less the leader of the Rebels. At least that’s the way it seems,” he said.

“The Rebels?” she asked.

He turned his back and she saw the insignia on the back of his leather vest. “Yeah, we’re the Rebels. It’s our biker group,” he said.

“I see. Well my name is Julie. It’s nice to meet you J.J. Or should I call you Wildman too?” she asked.

“Up to you. Now you might have a bit of trouble riding in that dress. We don’t have anyone with a sidecar in our group. Hope you don’t mind showing a little leg!” he said, grinning. Julie looked down blushing.

“Let’s get your car safely off the road, we don’t want anyone hitting it because they couldn’t see it. It gets pretty dark around here with no lights,” he said. With a snap of his fingers, all of the other bikers gathered around the back of the car and they pushed the car further off the road and off the shoulder of the road as well. When they had got the car out of the way of traffic, he came back to Julie. “There – a tow truck won’t have any trouble getting your car back on the road, but at least it won’t cause an accident while you’re gone.”

With that, the guys all got back on their bikes and got ready to leave. Wildman held out his hand to Julie to help her onto the bike. Julie looked at the bike and at her dress. Sheepishly, she hiked her dress up as high as she dared and climbed onto the motorcycle. She settled into the seat behind him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Wildman smiled as she held him tightly. He dropped his hand down and lightly stroked her now even more exposed leg.

Julie was at first surprised and shocked at his actions. But feeling the vibrations of the bike between her legs and the warmth of him pressed up against her in addition to his stroking her leg so softly made her shiver and she felt her pussy tingle.

Julie had a secret addiction that she kept as a deep secret from everyone. No one could see it or even guess that this very attractive, confident woman was helpless when it came to her need for rough men and hard brutal sex. To Julie, it wasn’t just the hard dirty sex that made her into a true slut, but also her need for the dominance and humiliation that these hard men gave her when she was with them. The crude names they called her and the harsh merciless way they treated her like a piece of fuck meat drove her crazy. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to feel that way. She craved to be used, and abused again.

Her last boyfriend didn’t understand this need and couldn’t have fulfilled it if he did. He was a computer analyst and while he made very good money and she had all the creature comforts she could ask for, it was something else she really wanted. Something he was never able to give her despite his money.

She tried many times to fight this addiction but she always failed. She had a woman’s needs and desires – she needed hard sex and she needed it from well-hung, hard-fucking men.

What Julie couldn’t understand was the way these men could always tell by just looking at her that she was theirs for the taking. Many times she would be shopping or in a bar when a man would approach her and Julie would feel helpless and weak-kneed and begin to tremble. Sometimes she wondered if all women acted that way when approached by these types of men, but she knew differently. It was her and she radiated this scent or aura that told them she was theirs to use.

A couple times in the past she had actually acted on her impulses, and had sex with one of these brutes. She’d admittedly had a little too much to drink on these occasions and she would just follow them to their car or hotel room. When she got there, she always just kneeled in front of them and then undid their pants to get at the big cock that awaited her mouth. As she sucked them, they would often call her a whore or a slut and this only served to make her crazy with the desire to be used exactly that way.

While Julie had a deep passion for these “bad boys”, her true fantasy was to be a part of a gangbang, surrounded by several tough brutes and being used and abused by them all at once. Just the thought of so many hard men and harder cocks was enough to make her panties wet and she’d had many a pleasant dream at night ... kneeling in a circle of hard cocks, being slapped and having her hair pulled back as she took cock after huge cock in every hole, sometimes doubling and even tripling up on them. She would love to be stuffed mouth, ass, and cunt full of hard man meat for hours at a time. Now that would be heaven!

She knew such a fantasy would be dangerous and that it would ruin her life if such activities were ever revealed to her family or friends. It could also irreparably damage her career, causing her to lose her job and not be able to find another in her field. But she just couldn’t stop. She needed it. Despite the dangers, she needed to be dominated, humiliated, and used as a fuck toy by a hard merciless, brute of a man – and the more of them the better!

Now, on the back of a motorcycle, she clung to Wildman, a perfect example of the very men that fueled her hottest fantasies! Knowing she was in the company of several of them set her pussy afire, and the vibrations of the bike, the smell of the man she held onto so tightly also added to make her almost lightheaded!

As they rode on she began to have images in her mind of being the object of their animalistic use. Being stripped naked and fucked repeatedly, having them cum in and on her over and over, and treated like the slut whore she longed to be. Her imaginations became so powerful that had it not been for the sissy bar behind her and her hanging onto him so tightly, she very well may have fallen off the bike!

A half an hour down the road, the group pulled into the gravel parking lot of a small shabby bar. The sign on the front said, “The Hideout” and it couldn’t have been more appropriately named, for it was indeed tucked out of the way and unnoticeable unless you were looking for it. The group stopped their bikes out front and dismounted, walking up the old wooden steps and into the dirty clapboard sided building.

Wildman took her over to a table and they sat down, with him facing the door. The place was dimly lit and it smelled of stale beer, sweat, and a few other odors she didn’t care to identify. The waitress, an older woman with a blonde beehive hairdo and way too much makeup, came over and brought them all beers.

“What are we doing here?” Julie asked as the beers were dispensed.

“We have to wait for the rest of our group. They should be here in a little bit,” he said. A couple of the bikers started a game of pool while they waited.

About 20 minutes later, the sound of rumbling bikes could be heard outside the bar. One of the guys went and looked outside. “They’re here Wildman,” he announced. Julie turned around to see a stream of a dozen big bikers begin to come inside and head for the bar. The bikers all took seats around the bar and the waitress again started passing out beers to the new arrivals.

Julie watched the new group of bikers as they came into the bar and was surprised when she saw that there were several women with them who were all dressed in biker type clothes and were obviously with this group. The women seemed to be ignored by the bikers except when they would get shoved out of the way when a biker wanted to get closer to the bar.

Julie looked around the bar, taking in the sight with both fear and excitement. She loved the hard look of these men and their presence made her tremble with sexual tension. She looked over the sluts with them and it seemed they all were dressed the same way. They had on tight tank tops cut very short almost to the bottoms of their breasts or they wore tube tops. None of them appeared to have a bra on as their nipples were plainly visible through their tops.

Each wore the gang vest (the colors) over it. They all wore short black denim jean shorts or micro skirts and all had short black cowboy style boots on their feet. As Julie was looking around at the group, a big, tall biker grabbed one of the women and pulled up the back of her skirt to deliver a hard slap before he just moved on down the bar. The sound resounded in the room as Julie saw that the woman had no panties on at all. She turned around and planted a kiss on the biker who had swatted her, but made no attempt to pull the skirt down as the biker moved away from her. Julie’s cunt was getting wetter by the minute.