"Yes, he'll pay. Just let me go. I'll go home. You can follow me. I swear I'll…"

Her voice trailed off into a whisper when she saw his lips curling into a broader smile. She knew he had no intentions of letting her go. But this talk about money had set several thoughts going in his head. Christina bit her lower lip, sorry now she'd mentioned anything about her parents and their finances.

"We'll talk money later," the biker said thickly, his smile fading. Christina rolled onto one side and started crawling away. She could feel the sand working into the tight-fitting bikini bottoms. The biker was licking his lips like a hungry wolf, staring at her white shivering legs, her boyish hips, and those high-riding, gigantic tits Christina was trying to hide with both arms.

"Oh, oh," the girl moaned, feeling all hope disappear.

"I won't hurt you… too much," he said with a snarl.

The biker unbuckled his belt, pulling it from his pant loops while holding the large brass buckle tightly with one hand. He was going to hit her with it. Christina knew it. She'd heard about how some of those biker gangs worked over their women before fucking them. They liked watching a woman crawl beaten and bloody around their feet. They enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation, degrading their victim before finally tormenting them with a painful rape.

"Stop!"

When she hesitated, the biker reached down and grabbed her hair. Christina screamed, wanting to knock away that hand causing her so much pain. But she was mindful of her tits. Somehow, she managed to keep her hands covering her jugs as the biker pulled and yanked at her long blonde hair.