our club has a problem. two of our members has broken club rules and need punishing. since they are no longer one of us we have them sign their bikes over to our club. strip them, I tell the club members. As the club president I choose the punishment though these two had their fair trial with their jury made up of the members of the club, me as the judge, the vice president prosecuted them, these two chose their defenders. now they just got sentenced to our harshest punishment, to have their heads pulled off by their old bikes. I look at them stripped for execution as they are dragged out to the parking lot.
before execution we are fucking them degrading them abusing them. having us real fun with them before executing them. manacles are clamped on their legs, then a steel collar is clamped on their necks, chains from those manacles are attached to one of those collars and the leg irons are hooked to the other bike.
I look at the face of the first to die, asking him for his last words. he begs me for mercy he knows he ain't gettin looking scared shitless. I signal and the bikes pull him taut ripping his head from his body in seconds.
his headless body spasms a few times. blood spurting from the torn neck. his head flying off wherever it went. now its time for his buddy. he gulps as the bloody collar is clamped round his neck and his legs are chained to the other bike. I ask him for his last words but he says he has nothing to say. I signal the two executioners to start the bikes. I hear the roar of their engines, I give the second signal and this one too has his head ripped off. now his naked headless corpse is twitching next to his dead buddy, as they proved themselves worthy of this fate they will just be thrown in an old well on the property that our clubhouse is on. perfect place to dispose of the scum that our club execute for breaking our club's rules. I grab the head of one of these boys, then throw it in that well with his body. their gear goes in with the naked corpses. finally disposed of we make sure the gore is cleaned up and disposed of, then we ride off for our run.
before execution we are fucking them degrading them abusing them. having us real fun with them before executing them. manacles are clamped on their legs, then a steel collar is clamped on their necks, chains from those manacles are attached to one of those collars and the leg irons are hooked to the other bike.
I look at the face of the first to die, asking him for his last words. he begs me for mercy he knows he ain't gettin looking scared shitless. I signal and the bikes pull him taut ripping his head from his body in seconds.
his headless body spasms a few times. blood spurting from the torn neck. his head flying off wherever it went. now its time for his buddy. he gulps as the bloody collar is clamped round his neck and his legs are chained to the other bike. I ask him for his last words but he says he has nothing to say. I signal the two executioners to start the bikes. I hear the roar of their engines, I give the second signal and this one too has his head ripped off. now his naked headless corpse is twitching next to his dead buddy, as they proved themselves worthy of this fate they will just be thrown in an old well on the property that our clubhouse is on. perfect place to dispose of the scum that our club execute for breaking our club's rules. I grab the head of one of these boys, then throw it in that well with his body. their gear goes in with the naked corpses. finally disposed of we make sure the gore is cleaned up and disposed of, then we ride off for our run.
