Chapter 4 - Tenderizing The Meat
The Bitch Bus and it's load of blubbering fuckmeat drove right inside a large
warehouse in the middle of nowhere. The bikers had purchased the warehouse from
a bankrupt shipping company. It's large size and remote location made it ideal
for a wide range of nefarious activities. Beulah counted at least a hundred
motorcycles parked inside as the large warehouse doors slid shut behind the bus.
A row of mattresses was set up in the middle of the warehouse. The bus pulled up
next to them.
The big, burly bikers gathered round. Time to break in the new bitches.
Dirty Ernie and Toecutter climbed into the Bitch Bus. Used exclusively to ship
the whores around, it stank of sex, piss, shit, vomit and sweat. From the look
of the swollen cuntlips spread out before them, they could tell that Beulah had
been hard at work.
They each grabbed an ankle and lowered the first tear-stained beauty to the
floor. They released the blond bombshell from bondage so that she could get some
much-needed exercise. If she wanted to try to escape, the odds of a nude,
delicate princess overcoming at least a hundred cruel, vicious bikers were
remote, to put it mildly.
Each panting princess was taken down and hustled out to the mattresses. Stark
naked, they were spread-eagled on their backs and began opening their aching
fuckholes to teams of hard, horny bikers. The screams, sobs and whimpers of
violated femininity mixed with the grunts of unloading bikers.
Beulah watched in satisfaction from the office window overlooking the warehouse
floor. The snotty little bitches would be roguered thoroughly, each delectable
golden girl team-creamed repeatedly until there was no fight or resistance left.
After that, they'd be more than ready to start their careers as hard-humping
whores.
