Debra had decided that she would have to get away to try and forget the humiliating events that had happened in her office with her secretary. She decided that she needed to get away from everything and everyone. She went home and changed into a fashionable Ralph Lauren one-piece bathing suit and headed for the beach.

She didn’t care which beach just as long as it was empty and away from anyone else. She drove for an hour or so and finally turned off the freeway. She drove along some small backroads and finally followed a dirt road that led to the beach. As the car emerged from the dunes she saw, to her relief, that the beach was empty. She parked her Tesla and got out. She took a bamboo mat from the truck and walked 10-15 feet away from the car. She spread out her mat on the white sand. She put a blanket over the mat and lay down.

Debra lay on her blanket enjoying the warmth of the California sun. It felt good as it warmed her tits and her stomach. She lay there and tried to think of nothing. Tried to forget the office and her ordeal. She tried to just think of the pleasure of the sun. She must have dozed off because suddenly something was blocking the sun. She opened her eyes and saw a huge dark shape blotting out the sun.

“Well, look what we got here,” said the shadow. “Looks like somebody from Beverly Hills. Must be out slumming.”

Debra looked up and put her hand to her face to shade her eyes. The shadow turned out to be a large man. He wore filthy jeans and a jean jacket with sleeves cut off. He had on a pair of black boots with chains wrapped around them. He had was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull on it and more chains wrapped around his waist.

Debra immediately jumped up and attempted to run, but she had barely stood up when she ran into another man. He was dressed much like the first man.

“What’s the matter? He said. “Don’t you like our company?”

He grabbed Debra by the arms and held her.

“Randy, let’s take her car and show the boys what we found washed up on the beach.” said the man holding Debra.

“Okay by me, Josh,” said Randy. “Things been real boring around here. Need some action.”

“Please, leave me alone!” pleaded Debra. “Please let me go!”

The men just laughed as they dragged her toward her car. They found her keys in her purse and opened the trunk. They lifted Debra, threw her in and slammed shut the lid. They then got in the car, started it and drove. Within 30 minutes the car came to a stop and Debra heard the men get out. They opened the trunk. Debra had managed to locate a tire tool in the dark. As the lid opened she tried to raise up and hit the men with the tool. Randy pulled back from the swinging tool and Josh grabbed Debra’s arms. He held them at her side while Randy took the tool away.

“Now that’s ain’t very nice,” said Randy. “We gonna have to teach you some manners.”

He then punched Debra in the stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of her and she gasped for breath. The men grabbed Debra and dragged her out of the trunk. They hauled her toward a low ramshackle building with a small porch. As Debra was trying to breathe she noticed a sign that said, “Sugar Shack” over the front door and a row of large motorcycles parked on the porch.

The men opened the door and forced Debra inside. It was dark and cool. Finally Debra managed to catch her breath. She looked around the room. It was a dingy beach front dive. A bar ran across the back of the room. A pool table was to her left and a few tables were on her right. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she saw that the place was filled with several people. Four men had stopped playing pool to watch her. Against the wall behind them stood four women. All were dressed in the same style as her captors. Sleeveless jean jackets and jeans. Two women were sitting at the tables drinking beer.

Randy and Josh dragged Debra toward the pool table.

“Look what we found, Lefty.” said Josh to one of the men.

Lefty laid down his pool cue and took a step toward Debra. He was in his thirties and muscular. His arms were covered in tattoos. One said, “Born Loser”, another “Satan’s Squad”. Lefty was now within a few inches of Debra’s face.

“So you want to join our family?” asked Lefty.

“Noooo ... noooo! Please let me go!” begged Debra.

“Oh, so you don’t want to join us, eh? Not good enough for you?” sneered Lefty.

“No, it’s not that ... please don’t hurt me!” said Debra.

Lefty laughed and took a swig of beer from the bottle he was holding. He then reached out and grabbed one of Debra’s large tits. She tried to pull away but the two men held her firmly.

“Well, what do you think, Squad?” asked Lefty as he turned to survey the room. “Should we have an initiation ceremony?”

The people answered with a roar, “Yes!” “Fucking A!” “Goddamn Right!”.

Lefty turned back to Debra, “Well, you heard ‘em”, he said. “Voice of the people.”

Debra was terrified and began to twist and turn in her captors’ grip. Lefty motioned to the women against the wall. Two of them came up to Debra. One of them pulled a knife from underneath her jean jacket. Debra began to shake. Her knees went weak and she would have collapsed if not for the two men holding her. The woman with the knife reached out and grabbed Debra’s left tit. She then pulled the bathing suit away from Debra’s tit. With the knife she cut a smooth round hole in the suit. She then did the same with Debra’s right tit. Now Debra’s nipples and part of her tits were exposed through the holes in the suit.

The men yelled and clapped as this was done. The second woman suddenly leaned forward and took one of Debra’s nipples in her mouth. She bit firmly around the nipple.

“Aaayyyyy!” Debra’s squealed as this was done.

Then the other woman grabbed Debra’s other nipple and did the same. Both women mercilessly sucked and bit Debra’s nipples. The men howled their approval. This continued for a few minutes and when the women released Debra’s tits, her nipples were hard and erect as they stuck out of her suit.

Then the two other women who had been standing against the wall came forward. One of them was blonde and she produced a large knife. Randy and Josh suddenly lifted Debra and carried toward the pool table. They lifted her onto it, on her back. Her legs dangled over the edge. The blonde woman with the knife reached between Debra’s legs. Debra’s tried to close her splayed legs but two other men grabbed her ankles and spread her legs. The woman grabbed the bathing suit where it covered Debra’s crotch. She pulled the suit roughly and then used the knife to cut it. The woman then pulled the torn half of the suit up, exposing Debra’s pussy.

“Look at that!” rang out a voice. “ A nice, shaved snatch!” “Smooth as a pool ball!” said another.

Debra turned her head in shame as she heard these remarks. Randy and Josh held her down against the felt surface of the pool table.

The second of the two women, who had dark hair and eyes, leaned over between Debra’s wide open legs. She then ran her tongue over Debra’s pussy lips. Debra shuddered from the touch. The woman flicked her tongue over Debra’s clit.

“Yo, Marcy, lick that slick cunt!” said a voice.

Marcy now forced her tongue between Debra’s wrinkled pussy lips. She worked her tongue all around Debra’s cunt lips, trying to work the delicate skin flaps open. When Marcy had parted the tender lips of Debra’s twat, she jabbed in her tongue. She licked one lip and then the other. Debra’s body shivered at the treatment.

Then Marcy darted her tongue into Debra’s love slit. She dug in hard as the cunt walls tightened down against the moist invader. Marcy’s tongue plunged into the hot sweetness of Debra’s pussy. Her teeth nibbled on Debra’s hot pussy flesh. Marcy pulled her tongue out of the cunt and then pushed it back in further. Debra’s cunt lips expanded and contracted around it. She pushed her tongue in more deeply and rotated her tongue so that she was licking all the walls of Debra’s vagina.

Debra was trying not to respond to Marcy’s tongue. She tried to ignore the pleasure that was rising between her legs. She tossed her head from side to side and tried to stifle a moan of pleasure. She didn’t want to let this woman do this to her, but she had no choice. Debra’s pussy tightened around Marcy’s invading tongue. There was a flood of moisture as Debra arched her back and forced her hips against Marcy’s face. “Aaaahhhh!” A wave washed over Debra and she abandoned herself to a wrenching orgasm.