The Biker Gang

Leon started crying like a baby. He was watching his friend being eaten and he knew he would be next.

I let it go on for a few seconds longer than I should have. I said, "OK, Brute. That's enough. Easy boy." I used as calm a tone this time as I had used a mean tone when siccing him on Bubba. It worked. Brute stopped shaking Bubba. He kept hold of the leg though and growled again. I didn't know which was scarier, Brute shaking Bubba, or just holding him and growling.

Bubba wanted to beg for his life, but all he could manage was, "please, please, please, please, please," in a very small voice.

"He's tasted your flesh." I told Bubba. "He can follow you anywhere. When he catches you, he will tear you apart and eat your guts from your living body. You have one hour to get back where you came from or turn yourselves in to the police. I will be listening to the news. If I don't hear about your recapture in that hour, Brute here will be on your trail. Am I perfectly clear? Oh, one more thing. You were never here. I don't care what story you tell, but if you mention this house, I will make sure everyone hears the story about how two big bad cons had their butts kicked by a girl. I'm sure that will go down real good back at the farm. Now get up and walk very slowly out of here. Try not to bleed on the carpet." Bubba was so scared I believe he did think the blood was his.

Both of them dragged each other up the stairs and out the front door. Leon was hurting pretty bad and wheezing. I think one of his broken ribs had punctured a lung. Bubba kept one hand in his groin like his balls would drop out of his pants if he let go.

It did not take an hour. They were still in sight, about a block and half down the hill when a Police cruiser pulled up alongside them and they both collapsed on the sidewalk like they were falling into a feather bed. I watched as the cop checked them out and then got on the radio. A couple of minutes later an ambulance pulled up and the EMTs hopped out. I shut the door.

No one said a word until we were back downstairs on the sofa. Everyone had been untied and the ropes lay in a pile on the coffee table with Bubba's shiv and the nipple clamps. Brute sat at my feet, my faithful protector. Sara brought us all sodas. I knew there were questions that would be asked. I hoped I could count on Bud and Jim to help deflect some of them. They knew enough to understand how some of the trick was done. Alex had lots of practice at keeping her mouth shut, so it was going to be Lori and Sara who would be doing the asking.

"Sarah?" Sara said, to start. I tried to imagine what question she would ask.

"Thank you," she said. "You saved my life. Hell, you probably saved all our lives."

Lori said, "That was the greatest thing I have ever seen. You beat the crap out of them. I thought they would kill you, but you beat them." She got up and went over to the chrome-plated dumbbell I had hit Leon with. She looked at it and then tried to pick it up. She could barely move it. Jim went over and picked it up with two hands and put it back in the rack with the others.

"It says it weighs 40 pounds," Lori said in an awed tone. "And you threw it at him. You hit him hard enough to break his ribs. I heard them snap."

"You kicked Bubba's balls into the next county. He went down like a big sack of oranges falling off the produce truck," she went on. "But the most impressive thing, the thing that I still can't believe, even though I watched you do it, was hanging upside down from your nipples and getting yourself off that hook. Aren't you hurt? They don't even look bruised, just a little red."

Alex reached over and touched my nipples. I had not bothered to dress again and neither had Alex. I was sure that she would when I did. She was just being her usual silent, supportive self. Alex stroked my breasts and asked, "Are you sure you're all right? Is there anything I can do for you?"

I smiled, "Kiss them and make them better?" She did, without hesitation. She kissed both my nipples very gently and very tenderly. I felt a warm feeling starting in my pussy. Alex and I had some unfinished business.

"Hysterical strength," Jim suggested "Under great stress, people can do amazing things. Perform great feats of strength, endure great amounts of pain." I wanted to kiss him, but it would have given away the show. He had come up with a plausible explanation and I decided to get behind it.

"That must be it," I said. "I was just so damn mad that I lost control. I didn't know what I was doing."

"Bullshit," Lori said. "I was sitting right beside Jim when you primed him to open the door when you were ready. You knew what you were going to do. You planned it. You got them away from us long enough for this... this... beautiful monster to come in and scare them off. Why did you let them go? That's what doesn't make sense to me."

I sighed. Lori wasn't going to be put off with stories about mothers picking up cars to save their babies, but I could answer the question as she asked it. I said, "If we had called the cops and had them arrested here, we would get in more trouble than we bargained for. Everyone would know that we had been attacked, raped and sodomized by a couple of escaped convicts."

"But I didn't get raped," Alex said. "You got free too quick. I missed being sodomized, too... damn it." Everyone burst out laughing at that. It was the first time I had heard Alex make a joke. I hugged her really hard. She had been the brave one. She had put her faith in me to save her.

Lori wasn't going to let it go. "But he cut you. I saw him cut your throat. How did you..." Her sister whacked her with an elbow and gave her the dirtiest look I have ever seen anyone use on a relative.

"Right," Lori said, "it doesn't matter. If you don't want to talk about it, that's cool. But there is one thing that I have to say. It's just that Sara is right. Stop smirking, Sara. It had to happen eventually. She said you saved us, and she's right. We owe you our lives. If you don't want us to talk about it, I can get behind that. You kept your head and you saved us. You're my Hero. Or is it Heroine?"

"Hey, I'm not a Hero," I said. "I just could not let anything happen to my friends."

Lori got up and came over to sit next to me. She put her arm around me and leaned over and kissed me. "In that case," she said, "I am very glad to be your friend. Because God help your enemies!"

"Me too… Is there any of that pizza left?" I asked. "I'm suddenly very hungry."

"I'm on it," Jim said and ran up to the kitchen to warm me up a couple of pieces.

"Also, my breasts are sore again. Could someone please kiss them some more?"

Alex and Lori bent to the task with a will. I leaned back and luxuriated in the sensation. It looked like the Heroine business had some nice benefits.

Later, after everyone had taken a turn soothing my poor nipples, and those not so occupied had amused themselves however they chose, we turned on the TV in time to catch the news. The lead story was about two prison work farm escapees who had been recaptured after the truck they had stolen had broken down in a residential part of town. Both men had been severely injured and were being treated in the prison hospital. One had four broken ribs and a collapsed lung and the other had unspecified groin injuries. Both were expected to recover after a long convalescence.

The men told authorities that they had been attacked by a gang of 20 outlaw bikers who beat them senseless and left them for dead. Law enforcement agencies are on the lookout for the gang and bulletins have been issued, but since no such biker gang had been seen in the area, the authorities were not confident of a quick resolution of this unusual case. A large quantity of blood on the clothes of one of the men had been determined through laboratory tests to belong to a Caucasian female between the ages of 13 and 19. It was believed that the escapees had murdered a girl, but no body had yet been found.

Bud grabbed the ropes, clamps and knife and threw them into the drawer with the rest of the clothesline.

We had no sooner got our clothes back on than my phone rang. I picked up.

It was Jan.

"Sarah, can I speak with you a moment? I am not supposed to call you, but I just saw the news. Is there something you would like to share with me?" she asked in a low-controlled voice.

"Are you sure you want to know? This might be one of those times when you would really rather not."

"Oh my God. Give me the short version. Then I'll let you know if I want to hear the rest."

"OK. Two bad men forced their way in when I was having a party and I beat the crap out of them."

She laughed. She put her hand over her mouth and she started to have a bad case of the giggles. She was so loud over the phone that the rest of the people in the room looked over at the sound. I smiled back like I had just told her a joke to relieve the tension.

When she had control again, she said, "The news report said twenty bikers."

"A slight exaggeration. I haven't been on a bike since I was 10. That one had playing cards in the spokes."

"And the murdered girl's blood?"

"Will match my DNA perfectly if they ever get a sample for comparison."

"Oh no! I really didn't want to hear that."

"Told ya."

"This is going to sound dumb, but are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Take me out for a steak dinner tomorrow and I'll be perfect."

"No one was hurt? No one else, I mean."

"Not even bruised. Alex came the closest, but she thinks of it as a missed opportunity to do something kinky."

"Alex…?"

"I think I like her. Are you jealous?"

"No, I know I cannot tame you." She took a deep breath. She was starting to relax.

"The two men," she said. "One had his ribs crushed and the other sounds like he's not going to be swimming in the gene pool anymore."

"Yes?"

"Why are they still alive?"

I spoke in as low a voice as I could manage, "If they had hurt any of my friends, they would never have walked out the door. I would have had to replace the carpet to get rid of them. As it was, I just wanted them out of here."

"You let them leave?"

"I tossed their sorry asses out the front door and threatened to send Brute after them if they didn't turn themselves in to the law."

I know it usually seems like Brute is a big teddy bear. But that dog is a slavering demon straight from the fiery pit of Hades if he thinks a member of this household is in danger. I put them down, he convinced them to leave.

"Hmmm. I'm under no illusions as to which member of the household he thought he was protecting. You have yourself a dog."

"And he has me. We made a pretty good team. Jim showed some grace under fire too. In fact, everybody behaved reasonably well. Except Sara Henderson. But she won't be opening any more doors to strangers anytime soon."

"Ah! I wondered about that. OK, that's all I need to know. We can save the grisly parts for some other time."

"Sarah, you are a Superhero."