Chapter 31: Bikers Invasion

Since the elevator had to be open seven days a week during harvest season, Ginny had decided not to open the diner past two o'clock on Sunday afternoons. After the noon crowd had left one Sunday, Maria was sweeping up and had turned the "Open" sign around to read "Closed" but had not locked the door.

Before she turned on the "Closed" lights, half-a-dozen bikers pulled up. The elevator was empty, so Ginny came over to tell them they were not going to be serving any more food today. Ginny didn't recognize any of the young men, and soon realized they all had out of state plates.

Once she walked in, somebody slammed the door shut, pulled the blinds on it and flashed a Bowie Knife against her throat. She looked across the room and saw that somebody else had Maria spread-eagled on one of the tables with a knife at her throat also. Ginny cursed herself for not recognizing the trouble she was in soon enough.

The forms in front of her were huge. They were silhouetted against the windows behind them, so she could not see their features clearly. She was reminded of the passage by Grantland Rice that started out:

"Outlined against a blue-gray October sky, the Four Horsemen rode again. In dramatic lore they are known as famine, pestilence, destruction and death. These are only aliases..."

But this was not a football game, and these were not: Stuhldreher, Miller, Crowley and Layden. In fact the men in front of her seemed like the real four horsemen of the apocalypse. They rode a shovel head, a knucklehead, a soft tail, and a hard tail.

Ginny pointed to the cash register and told them they were welcome to it. Subconsciously, she knew that wasn't what they were there for. Each of their motorcycles was worth ten times what was ever in the cash register.

She knew better than to ask them what they wanted. She knew exactly what six bikers wanted with her beautiful eighteen-year-old granddaughter.

The biggest one had been called Gabe by the others. He had weathered engineering boots; boot cut Levis; an open leather vest with no shirt. He had no fat and his six pack abs glistened and rippled when he moved. He had a baseball cap turned backwards that showed the shaved part of his head but hid his Mohawk. His suntan showed he had spent months riding his motorcycle.

Next to him was another monster. Snake looked like one of the Chiefs guards she had met one year. His name was Brian Joswiak. He looked like he was about six feet-eight inches tall and over three hundred pounds. He wore no shirt; just a leather vest that did little to hide a body that had spent a lifetime lifting weights, and the summers in the sun riding across the country.

"We've heard about the exciting entertainment you have here, but we were never able to get off of work to get her in time to see it." Gabe said.

"If you come by Wednesday, I'm sure you won't be disappointed. If you do, I might even entertain you myself." Ginny lied in an insidious attempt to avoid what she knew was about to happen.

"First of all, we've driven a long way and are hungry. What do you have?" "I'll be glad to get you whatever you want." Ginny said, hoping to gain some time or even get to one of the guns in the kitchen.

Some of the others had already rummaged through the kitchen and found some cold chicken wings and beer. "No need to cook, but it would be nice to have some Nemaha River Bend Hospitality from that nice young woman over there." Gabe said, as he eyed the terrified Maria, who was spread out on the table.

They let Maria up. She walked over to pour the pitcher of beer into their glasses. "Not so fast, young lady. We heard how good you look when you are entertaining, so we have come to see if it is true." Maria looked around, first at Ginny, then the others to see what she was being ordered to do.

"Get up on the table!" Maria complied. Her hair was in a bun; her beautifully tanned legs were exposed from the top of her cut-off jeans down to the top of her oiled brown boots. Her wool socks had been folded down over the tops, and accented her beautifully tanned legs. Her checkered, sleeveless gingham shirt was tucked into her shorts. The white pockets hung down past the un-stitched edges of her Levis.

"Get on your knees, young lady." Maria dropped down to her knees on top of the table. Gabe placed his knife between the layers of her shirt and slowly moved it upwards, sending the buttons skipping across the worn oak floor. Gabe stuck the knife point through the fabric beside her belly button, and pulled out, bringing her shirt out of her jeans. He used the knife point all the way around her waist to pull it out, all the way around.

He looked her in the eye without speaking. Knowing what he wanted, Maria lifted her arms to pull the shirt over each shoulder and handed it to him. Gabe looked at the juncture between her breasts, then up at her. Fighting back tears, Maria reached up and un-clasped her bra. She shrugged it off and held it against her for a while, fighting with her mind, knowing she had to give it up. She handed it to Gabe. He looked her in the eye as he held it to his nose and slowly inhaled.

Next, Gabe extended his knife towards her and stuck the end of it under the edge of her shorts. His eyes told her either she could peel it off willingly, or he would slice it from her; leaving her nothing to put on after they were done.

Slowly, Maria's hands went to the steel buttons of her faded jeans. She popped the first snap open. Each steel button revealed a tantalizing expanse of golden tanned flesh as the front of her shorts opened. She was on her knees, with her butt on her ankles, so she had to rise up to slide them off. They were trapped at her knees. She had to stand in order to slide them past her knees. The blue denim fabric dropped silently to catch on her leather boots.

Maria put one hand on Gabe's shoulder as she lifted her leg and stepped out of the shorts. Maria stood there with her hands crossed in front of her breasts, wearing her blue see-through panties and high-laced logging boots. She slid her thumbs between her waist and the band of her panties. She grabbed the sides and slid them down a few inches, letting them drop the rest of the way. Again, they caught on her boots. Gabe reached out with his knife and slit the sides, relieving her of the effort of stepping out of them.

"I guess you're dressed appropriately to serve food now," Gabe said as he grinned up at her. He ordered her to spread her legs. He reached out with the point of the monster knife to fondle the flap of her clitoris. Maria raised her hands to cover her eyes. She dared not back away or move, for fear of being cut. He raised the flap of skin to examine it. Maria was petrified! She was too terrified to move with the cold steel holding the small flap of skin out for his inspection. He sheathed the knife and extended his hand to help her down.

There was no graceful way to cover herself as she stepped down off of the table. She didn't know how to cover her vagina and breasts at the same time, so in a gesture of defiance to mask her terror, she put her other hand on his shoulder as she stepped down. The move exposed her freshly shaved labia as it also opened while stepping down.

The two women were so embarrassed at their situation; they couldn't bear to look at each other. Maria tried her best to endure the crude comments and stares as she went around the table pouring beer out of a pitcher. More than one of the men would wrap an arm around her and pull her down into his lap as she filled their glass. When this happened, one of the fingers usually went into her vagina while he drank the beer.

"Now, young lady, I want to know if you are as good a dancer as your young granddaughter is. I think that you are the real star of the show here. I want you to show my friends here what a good dancer you are." Gabe said with a big grin.

Ginny froze; shivers shot through her as her mind raced. "How could she get out of this?" She asked herself. Subconsciously, she knew that any exhibit of reluctance might jeopardize her granddaughter, so she tried to take a few deep breaths, getting her mind to accept her situation.

Ginny went up the stairs to the small stage Maria had made. Hardly able to see through her tears, she turned on the music and back lighting, knowing she would have to force herself to perform as she had seen Maria do. Suddenly, one of the young men who had followed her up the steps reached out with his knife and cut down the sheets.

Ginny resigned herself to accept her situation. She was wearing white sox that folded down over her logging boots. Her red checkered work shirt was tucked into her jeans. Her white Stetson fit down to the top of her eyes and hid her short curly red hair.

Actually, both pairs of logging boots belonged to Ginny. They were good shoes to wear around the elevator, because they were high enough to keep most of the grain out. Maria thought they were neat because none of the stores she shopped at carried anything like them. At Cabalas, they were several hundred dollars.

Ginny had not danced since Jenny was born, and had a hard time getting started. With her boots seemingly glued to the floor, she just started swaying back and forth; barely moving her hips. At Gabe's command to take something off, she tossed her hat out into the crowd.

Ginny was not really dancing. Her performance seemed like a series of poses to accompany the music. She sat in the high bar stool and leaned her head over the back of it. She raised one leg and slowly unlaced and peeled off the boot. She laid that leg out in front of her, and raised the other leg to repeat. Once the boots were off, she placed both legs out in front of her, raised her butt and slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her jeans. She raised her butt off of the chair and slowly slid the jeans down below her knees. Once she had them that far, she raised her legs in the air, and used her feet to peel off the jeans. Sitting sideways to the crowd, she put her heels on the first rung, raised her rear, and peeled off her panties.

Ginny was naked from the waist down, but still had the cover of the tails of the long work shirt. She put her hands on the buttons at the top of her shirt, but couldn't make herself shed the last piece of clothing. Her head dropped and she covered her eyes. She dropped to her knees and put her face against them. The action pulled the shirt up in the back and exposed her beautiful rear end.

At Gabe's orders, Ginny got up and went over to him. She knelt down in front of him as she reached up to unbuckle his pants. She knew it would come down to this anyway, and was hoping to appease him, keep her shirt on, and divert attention away from Maria.

Gabe slapped her with his open hand, sending her recoiling back and down on the floor. Her head hit the floor, and her arms went out wide, hoping to break her fall. Her legs went up in the air and parted before she could recover. As she lay on the floor, stunned, she did not realize she had landed with her legs spread apart, exposing herself to the crowd.

Once she gained her composure, she tucked her legs together and tried to sit up with her legs under her. Gabe came over and grabbed one side of the top of her shirt. He yanked at it savagely, ripping the entire shirt from her, leaving her naked on the floor. "Get up! He whispered. There was no graceful way to get up as the stunned woman accepted Gabe's hand and pulled her up. The action parted her legs and exposed her to the crowd as she tried to keep one hand over her breasts.

There was no interest in eating anymore, so Maria's waitressing skills were no longer needed. One of the men came back from the grain elevator with some duct tape.

Ginny's chest heaved at the sight of the duct tape. They had been through this before. Never did she ever think this could happen again. She was terrified at being restrained.

Ginny was first. They wrapped the tape around her arm above one elbow, and then around the other. They wrapped more tape around the upper part of her arms, tightening them back and forcing her breasts and nipples to thrust out and almost straight up. Those long pink nipples seemed to defy gravity. Her lower arms and hands were still free. She would be able to hold things but could not reach much more than anything at her side.

They forced Maria down to her knees and taped her the same way. They put the women's hats back on, and found some wrap-around dark glasses in Ginny's truck. They put the dark glasses on the two girls; put the women on the back of two Harleys and started them up.

The men all got on their bikes and started driving around the small city. It was Sunday, the temperature was over a hundred degrees and nobody was out; but there was no way the women could have known or counted on that. It was too hot for the elderly town.

The girls had been staged on the motorcycles. With their arms bound, they could hold on to the bar behind the seat. Their legs were wrapped around the riders' waist, with their ankles locked against the men's crotch. The women were humiliated at their public exposure, but their fear of being dropped bound and naked on the city street kept their legs wrapped tight around the men.

They were in a dilemma. On the one hand, they were terrified that they would be seen riding wantonly naked through town in open daylight. On the other hand, perhaps if they were seen, somebody would call the police. Nothing happened.

The men roared down the main street, turned along a side street, and down through the city park. They rode back to the diner, and filled their tanks with gas as the humiliated women balanced nakedly on the back of the motorcycles. In order to maintain their balance, their feet had to rest on the back foot pegs. In order to keep from being burned by the mufflers, they had to spread their legs, which opened their shaved vaginas. The women were drenched in humiliation at the wanton poses they were in and the feeling of the wind into their open vaginas.

There were some children's park equipment in the center of the large manicured lawn; jungle gym; see saws, slides, and swings. The men rode up to the equipment and parked the shiny hogs. Gabe and the others sat Ginny and Maria on the swings. The girls could not balance when they were pushed, and fell off. Gabe put them back on and duct taped their arms to the chains of the swings. Gently, the men started them swinging. The girls had to spread their legs somewhat to keep their balance and keep from falling off.

They were sobbing at the open display of their naked bodies, knowing anybody in town could easily drive by at any minute. There were always a couple of trucks of boys; cruising the park looking for girls doing the same thing. Gabe was enjoying their humiliation. Not satisfied with what he had done, he stopped the swings and taped their ankles to the chains.

The girls were now forced back in their swing-seats. Their heads were arched back, their breasts pointed up in the air, and their legs were spread wide and taped to the chains. The tape around their arms kept them from falling off. Their despair and humiliation was unbearable.

"Please let us down! Somebody will come by and recognize us! Please stop!" Ginny pleaded. At the apex of Ginnys swing, Gabe caught her before she started forward. He turned around in front of her to stop her forward movement. He held her motionless with his forearms, and placed his nose and lips into the folds of her vagina. He inhaled the aroma of her open pink lips. He lowered her until her vagina rested against his crotch.

Gabe looked into Ginny's eyes as the terrified woman wondered what would happen next. "Well, do you feel like a good blowjob, or another lap around town. It will be cooling off soon, and the ride will be more relaxing?" he whispered as he took off her glasses. "This time we'll get a few six packs and finish them back here while you enjoy the swing some more." Ginny sobbed; her head shook and her stomach convulsed violently. "Please take us back inside. Please leave my granddaughter out of this." She whispered, knowing the implications of her answer.

Gabe cut the tape bindings and led the procession back to the diner. The front door was still open, and the bikers rode right into the diner. As the riders got off, they pulled back and raised each one on the center-stands on the oak floor.

Before Gabe dismounted, he sat there and extended his hand to lend his support to Ginny as she raised her leg to dismount. Before she was allowed to dismount, one of the other riders came by to take pictures of the provocatively posed women who sat nakedly with their legs around the riders in front of them. Once the riders go off, the women were moved up to the front of the seats and photographed. They were turned so that both legs were on the same side facing the camera and photographed some more.