Biker Gang Captive

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" she tried to scream a warning, willing Nick to get up. Wolf wiped his head with his forearm and looked at the red smear curiously, as if he had never seen his own blood before. He seemed dazed. Allison squirmed desperately, wishing there were some way to get out of the cuffs.

Nick staggered to his feet, swaying, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Wolf wiped more blood from his face and grinned, a sadistic grimace full of menace. He was a horrible one-eyed ogre, something out of a medieval epic. "So, you want to play, do you?" he growled. He pulled the knife from his pocket and snapped it open. "C'mon. Let's play, you little bastard. I'll fuck you up good."

The two men circled each other warily. Judging by his labored breathing, Allison guessed that Nick had broken a rib, maybe two. Wolf was moving quickly, feinting with the knife, just out of range of the wrench. He was trying to get Nick to swing again, so he could move in. She had never felt so helpless in her life -- there was nothing she could do but await the outcome. She would belong to the victor of this brutal contest.

Wolf rushed in, his dexterity surprising for a man of his girth, thrusting the knife underhanded. Nick desperately swung the wrench, catching Wolf's wrist. The knife spun away and struck the wall near Allison, clattering to the floor. The momentum of Nick's swing was too much and Wolf was inside the arc of the wrench, pounding the smaller man with his fists, driving him backward.

Nick dropped the wrench as a blow caught him in the face. He tripped and went down, Wolf on top of him, the big man's hands tight around his neck. Nick pounded ineffectively at the giant's head as the massive hands tightened their grip.

Allison stretched her foot, trying to reach the knife. She wanted to weep with frustration. Her toe barely grazed the blade. She stretched even further, the pain wracking her body, but it remained tantalizingly just out of reach.

Wildly she glanced back. Nick's arms were flailing, his eyes bulging almost from their sockets. Wolf's grin widened as he bore down relentlessly. Desperately Allison stretched her leg, the muscles and joints in her body screaming in protest, trying for just a half-inch more. She flicked at the blade with her toe, spinning the knife around. The handle was now within reach. Slowly, she scraped it closer with her foot, until it was right in front of her.

Allison knew she would only get one try at this. Holding her breath, she kicked the knife, sending it skittering across the concrete toward the two grunting men.

***

The bikers cruised slowly through the neighborhood in two-man teams. Drake was pissed. That fucking Barlow had called the cops, no doubt about it. It had been easy to spot the four unmarked cars parked several blocks away from the house, the police surveillance van disguised as a telephone truck. No doubt the lines in the house were tapped. "No cops," he had said on the phone. Have to teach that fucker Barlow a lesson. He grinned. Yes, his little princess would pay the price for his betrayal.

He saw the other two Diablos in a gas station parking lot and pulled in to join them, then cut the engine and fished in his pocket for a cigarette.

"Fucking pigs everywhere," one of the bikers grunted.

Drake nodded. "Yep, daddy done made a mistake. Now his little bitch is fucking meat. We can sell her to the Mexicans, get thirty, maybe forty grand."

The other man laughed. "Long as we don't kill her, we can do just about anything we want." He licked his lips. "Like to see how tight that little ass of hers is."

Drake started his bike, the heavy rumble echoing through the parking lot. "Let's get out of here," he said. "Stop at the liquor store on the way back."

***

Nick's vision was going black, the blood pounding in his ears. The gigantic cyclops on top of him was too strong, he was getting the life squeezed out of him. The hot, fetid breath of the larger man washed over him as he felt the grip around his throat close even tighter. Frantically he reached out, hoping for something, anything to strike with.

His hand closed around the handle of the knife, somehow instinctively recognizing it for what it was. He lifted it over his head with both hands and, using the last of his strength, drove it into Wolf's good eye.

The monster gave an agonized bellow of pain as blood and fluid splashed onto Nick's face. Wolf rose to his knees, his body twitching, both hands on the hilt of the knife as if he wanted to wrench it free. Nick crawled away, gulping air into his lungs. A giant shudder went through Wolf's body and he flopped facefirst onto the concrete.

Nick rolled over and vomited. His lungs couldn't get enough air. He willed himself to his feet, almost unable to stand. The sharp pain in his side made him flinch with every breath and he staggered, holding onto a nearby table for support, barely able to breathe.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Allison's frantic muffled cries finally seeped into his consciousness. She was exquisite, even disheveled and filthy, stretched naked on tiptoe in the corner of the garage. He shuffled toward her, nearly falling again, then reached out and pulled the tape from her mouth.

She cried out in pain, gasping for breath. "Nick!" she cried. "How did you find me?" Tears began to spill down her cheeks. "Oh my God, I thought he was going to kill you."

Nick shook his head dully. All he wanted to do was lie down, go curl up in a corner. She had perfect breasts, he couldn't help but notice, beautifully formed with pert nipples jutting upward. She was the most incredible creature Nick had ever seen.

Allison began to struggle again, twisting her wrists in the restraints. "Nick! Help me get out of these! They'll be back any minute!"

He reached up, feeling the padlock with his fingers. "The keys?" he croaked.

She shook her head. "I don't know!" she wept. "Please, Nick! Do something!"

Nick looked around the garage. He had to clear his head. There must be something, perhaps a bolt cutter that he could use.

"Nick! Maybe the keys are in his pocket!"

The pool of blood was slowly widening around the inert bulk crumpled on the floor. Nick dropped to his knees, feeling for the man's pockets. Grunting with effort, he rolled Wolf onto his back, sending a sharp spike of pain from his ribs though his body. The knife still jutted at a crazy angle from Wolf's face, his mouth gaping open, the two front teeth shattered. Nick pulled a large ring of keys from the dead man's pocket.

None of the keys were small enough to unlock the handcuffs, but there were several that looked like they might fit the padlock. Reaching up, one after the other, he tried the keys in the lock. He felt her body press against him, standing so close, and he shook his head. Had to concentrate. Her breath was hot against his shoulder.

They both heard it at the same time, the distant rumble of the motorcycles getting closer. "Please, Nick!" she sobbed. "Hurry! They'll kill us!"

Hands shaking, he tried the next key, then the next, then the next. The bikers sounded like they were pulling into the junkyard. Finally one of the keys slipped into the padlock, snapping it open. The tension suddenly released, Allison fell forward, trembling, into his arms. She groaned with relief. "Thank you, Nick," she whispered. He held her close. God, she smelled so good, her skin warm and soft.

Wildly, he looked around. What could they do? There was no way out, except the front door. Wolf's body would be instantly discovered -- there was no place to hide, they'd be found in minutes.

"Can you stand?" She nodded, but her knees bucked and she nearly fell. He lifted her in his arms, wincing, and tried to think of something.

***

As they pulled up to the junkyard Drake smiled, thinking of the hours of torment awaiting the poor girl. He'd have her first, of course -- it was his prerogative as leader of the Diablos. After that he'd throw her to the boys. They could draw straws, whatever. Maybe use her two at a time.

He and the other three bikers parked behind a line of junked card, out of sight of the road, and shut off their engines. As he got off his bike and walked toward the warehouse door, he wondered if Wolf had raped the little slut yet. Probably. Once Wolf started in on the Jack, there was no telling what he might do.

There was still plenty of her to go around, though. Beautiful little piece of meat. The boys would have some fun with this one. Maybe after they were done with her they wouldn't sell her, maybe just strangle her and throw her in a river. When daddy saw her body, he'd wish he never called the cops.

He heard a roaring noise from inside the garage and he looked over, puzzled. The double doors exploded outward, one flying from its hinges entirely, as the van roared out into the yard. The tires dug into the mud and it tilted crazily, two wheels up in the air before crashing down. Seemingly out of control, the van fishtailed crazily first one way and then the other, before straightening out and heading directly for Drake. He barely had time to register the image of the naked blonde in the passenger seat, her mouth wide, before the van's front grill slammed into him.

***

Allison screamed as the biker's body flew through the air, arms and legs pinwheeling, crashing through the windshield of a junked car. Nick fought to keep control, steering through the stacks of twisted metal, trying to aim for the open gate that he knew was just ahead. The windshield starred crazily. It sounded like someone was pounding on the van with a hammer, and Nick realized they were being shot at. "Get down!" he screamed at Allison.

He punched the broken windshield with his fist, sending shards of safety glass cascading over him. The gate was dead ahead and he shot through it, engine screaming, way too fast to make the turn onto the main road. The van flipped to its side, sliding across the highway and into the ditch, nearly upside down.

Nick became aware that he was lying on top of Allison, on the roof of the van. He shook his head. It would only be moments before the bikers caught them. Allison was unconscious, a large bruise starting to appear on her forehead. Nick crawled out from the shattered front window, then saw the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen in his life.

Cops. Hundreds of cops it looked like, screaming down the highway at top speed, lights and sirens blaring. Nick stood there, mouth agape, as two by two the police vehicles tore into the junkyard entrance. Terry must have called MacGregor after all.

A SWAT van arrived from the other direction, screeching to a halt diagonally across the road. The team swarmed from the back of the vehicle, two peeling off to cover Nick, assault rifles at the ready.

Nick raised his hands involuntarily. One of the men approached and threw Nick to the ground, expertly pinning his hands behind him. Nick groaned in pain. "You idiots, she's in here," he yelled angrily. "In the van. Get some medical help, goddamn it!"

The EMTs arrived seconds later. The remaining biker gang members were led out in handcuffs -- apparently the overwhelming numbers of police had convinced them to surrender. The SWAT team would still not release Nick until Lieutenant MacGregor showed up and vouched for him.

A few minutes later, MacGregor handed Nick a cup of coffee. Nick was bare-chested, his ribs being wrapped by a paramedic.

"Pretty good shooting, Tex," McGregor drawled, shaking his head. "Go in unarmed, cap two, and rescue the girl. I have to say, nice work, Nick."

Nick could see Allison's inert figure on a stretcher, being loaded into the one of the ambulances. "Please, can I go see her now?" he pleaded. "I'll give you a statement later."

MacGregor considered briefly. "All right," he nodded, "we'll catch up to you at the hospital. Go."

Nick grabbed his shirt and ran to the ambulance, forcing his way into the double doors just as they were about to close. "How is she?" he asked.

The attendant nodded. "Just a little concussion. She'll be fine."

Allison's eyes fluttered as Nick knelt down beside her. She saw him and smiled. "My hero," she said.

At that moment he longed to kiss her. "Shhh," he whispered. "Pretty exciting first date, huh?"

She surprised him by reaching behind his neck, pulling him close. "I usually don't kiss on first dates," she said softly in his ear. "And I never get naked." Her lips found his.