Before we start: Everything in this story is fictional, every character entirely my creation and are all over 18 years old. All rights reserved. Etc etc.
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(Continuing from part 1)
Tom has been homeless for almost two years now, squatting in 'The Long's' for the past six months. He is only in his late thirties but he has been thinking that this is probably it for him.
Sleeping rough in a grubby derelict warehouse like this, half of the windows broken, filthy, smell of piss and shit. Piles of rubbish at the corners where the mouses run around even in daylight. He has been feeling itchy between his crotch but he has no means to even have a shower or bath, rarely have money for food let alone for medical care.
And so when he finds himself, on a chilly early evening sitting just outside The Long's entrance, seeing two lean and completely naked figures get off the motorcycles driven by some bike gang, walking towards him, one of them a girl with very long dark hair fluttering by the wind, he thought he was dreaming. He thought he would never see a naked girl in real life ever again, and the closer they are, the more Tom can see that the girl is bloody gorgeous.
Even though she has one arm across her chest trying to cover up, he can see her more than ample cleavage. Her rib cage just about shows under her skin, her waist narrow and her abs toned and flat. Her other hand is covering her sex, and even though she seems to be shaking, possibly due to the temperature, she moves with a youthful elegance, her incredibly long slim legs, extending from her ever so slightly swaying hip, down to her feet which is protected by a pair of sandals.
There are five people wearing all black following closely behind the naked girl and young man, both of which seems to be in their late teens. The naked guy is looking kinda comical, Tom thinks, he is walking with his hands behind him, his penis swaying with every step he takes. He too is wearing sandals, and he, like the girl is looking down at the ground in front of them, looking defeated.
"Hey there!" One of the men dressed in black leather says loudly to Tom as the strange group of people walked within a few meters of Tom. "How are you doing, lad?" asks the man. Tom reluctantly takes his eyes off the naked girl, her face turning away, obviously not wanting to acknowledge Tom's existence.
"Hi there... well, what's happening here?" Tom replies, awkwardly laughing a little.
"My name is Chet, we are from the McCalun Boys. And tonight, my friend, is your lucky night," says Chet with a disarming smile.
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Ten minutes earlier, when Ruby suggested taking the young couple to The Long's, the gang was reluctant, except Chet, the de facto leader of the group, and de facto spouse of Ruby.
Chet, Sam, Pete, Freddy and Ruby live together with a few other members of the McCalun Boys, notorious biker gang of the local area known for their violence. Chet and Ruby are not "official", but they do sleep together at least several nights a month. And Chet knew exactly what she was thinking when she suggested The Long's. The derelict warehouse has long been a squatting spot, around a dozen homeless men can often be found there. Some of them are drug addicts, others often do some leg works for the gang, so the McCalun Boys do visit the place every now and then, for customers as well as workers.
Chet knew Ruby is jealous, she is prone to it. And when he had proclaimed loudly that Lula is the best fuck of his life, that has gotta have pissed her off, and you don't want to have to live with a pissed off Ruby, oh boy, you really don't.
Therefore, he gave his consent, even though he knows what is gonna happen to Lula once they are at The Long's, which is something him and his three male friends would probably prefer not. Not out of sympathy, but more like not wanting to waste this incredible luck they have enjoyed today so far.
Besides, Chet knows they have got to let the couple go before too long, just in case someone they know will call the police. They are a gang but he is only middle ranking, and the power that be made it pretty clear they don't want any conflict with the police whatsoever. "Well, at least this is gonna make for some pretty interesting porn at The Long's..." Chet thinks to himself.
And so the gang forced Lula and Jamie to get on their motorbikes after they have roughly cleaned Lula's face with water and dried her with her crop top. They kept Jamie's hands bounded behind but unbounded his legs. At that point, Jamie actually wanted to resist once his legs can move, but Chet beat him down immediately and again threaten him to not try anything silly if he wants Lula to be unharmed. They then set off on their ten minutes drive towards The Long's taking Jamie's cameras, laptop and tripod but leaving behind the couple's clothes.
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Tom leads the gang and the couple into the big central space where ten of them homeless men lives. There is no wall, just a few partitions made by large cloth hanging off the several ropes running across the ceiling from wall to columns, otherwise, one can look around from the middle and see every part of the big room.
Lula could already smell the piss and rubbish in here even before they walked in, but once she stepped in the room she was horrified to see the chaotic state of the place, the men in ragged, darken clothing, with long, incredibly dirty looking and mangled up hair and beard. The empty cans, bottles, and plastic food containers that look like they have been left untouched for months lying everywhere on the ground, some still carrying rotting bits of food with flys circling them. Mattresses that are stained or torn with cotton falling out seems to be where these men sleep on. A chill runs down her back, why did they take us here, what more do they want from her...
It is not brightly lit but just about enough for the 9 other men living in the space see Lula and Jamie's naked body clearly once Sam pushed the two of them into the relatively empty area right in the middle of the space. The 9 men all drop what they are doing, sit up, or stop in their tracks to stare at Lula, who is still covering her private parts with her hands and looking down at her feet, fighting her tears, her body shaking, feeling all these strangers' gaze on her. She wishes she can run and hide but the gang is blocking the way they entered and the homeless men are slowly closing in on her from different directions, some are whistling at her and some are quietly chatting among themselves.
"Folks, this is your lucky night!" Says Chet in his booming voice, moving next to Lula and pushing Jamie towards Pete and Freddy in one swift movement, they duly get hold of the young French man and push him down on the floor. Lula look on worryingly as Chet put his arm around her shoulder, continuing, 'Some of you guys are our valued customers, some of you have done work for us for months, even years! And WE at McCalun Boys like to reward loyalty, reward good friends. Yes, that means you!' His free hand gesture towards every one of the homeless men. 'So for the next hour or two, this beauty, this hot young FRENCH girl, is yours!'
The homeless men erupt in jubilation but Lula is shocked. Even though she kind of sense this is what gonna happen, she cannot believe this is really happening to her, in this horrid place. "No, no, no, no... Please... not them, please... Haven't you hurt me enough! You monster!" Lula half pleas and half shouts, pushing Chet away as hard as she can. She turns and tries to run but Sam is already in front of her grabbing her wrists. Lula tries to kick him but Sam pre-empted her by twisting her arms above her head, the blistering pain stoping Lula's kick halfway as she cries out loud in agony.
"Hey girl!" Chet yells, now kneeling beside the gagged and bounded Jamie who is on his back, his knife in hand, "Do you want him to lose some fingers, or... his tiny little dick?" Running the tip of the knife from Jamie's chest down to his abs, resting it just inches from his dick, leaving a thin blood-red trail on his torso. Jamie's fearful eyes stare at the knife, his face turned white, not daring to move a bit.