Your friends have company

"If this is your friends, it looks like they have company," Pete says, drawing your attention to the campsite as he stops the truck. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in the scene, the various images cascade through your mind, almost overwhelming you.

Several motorcycles are parked haphazardly around the area, all of them large, powerful looking machines.

Steph is naked and bent over a picnic table, a burly bearded man in leathers pounding away behind her. From the look of anguish on her face she's taking him up the ass and not enjoying it much.

Amy is squirming frantically on her back on a sleeping bag, another biker between her thighs, his bare ass pumping away as three others wait their turn, stroking their meaty cocks.

Brianna straddles another, while one more squats behind her, the two men obviously filling both her tight holes. From the look on her face she'd be screaming, but a third has crammed her mouth full of cock, gagging any protest she might make.

Three women in jeans and leathers stand by watching and laughing as they pass a bottle of whiskey between them.

The bikers are so intent on their fun that for the moment at least they don't seem to have noticed the arrival of Pete's truck.

"Was this what you had in mind when you decided to go camping?" Pete asked, opening a dash compartment and taking out a pistol. "Do you want to help them, or are they wanting to be left alone?"

He shakes your arm, breaking the spell that had you staring at the scene outside, his face serious as he demands you answer.