Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica)

by Jill Soffalot

  His room was spacious and held a desk and chairs, a TV set, and a daybed. It was clean and smelled nice. Colt gestured toward the daybed, which was now setup as a sofa with pillows.

  Daphne sat down and smoothed her skirt over her legs. Colt sat down next to her, not too close. He sat close enough to have a conversation, but not close enough to make her feel threatened.

  His first words confirmed her inaccurate feelings of safety, "I'm a minister with the First Church of Divine Right. My ministry is with these club members." He gave her a real smile.

  Daphne felt electricity inside her hips. His voice was deep and stirring. She'd never had a real boyfriend and neither had any of the friends daddy hand-picked for her. She'd never felt the pounding drive of an unsatisfied need for sex until Colt sat down next to her.

  He continued, "I've counseled with many young women like you. They've been held prisoner by someone in their lives, usually their fathers. They've never been given a chance to strike out on their own because the only place that offers stability and safety is the home they're trying to run away from. We offer an alternative to that stultifying home life. You're safe here. You can stay as long as you want, leave whenever you want to. We don't ask anything of you. We offer you the chance to find a whole new life."

  The words sang to Daphne. She wanted to leave home, leave daddy, leave the rules.

  "We have rooms for young women and some older women to chaperone. Would you like to take a look at them?"

  Daphne wanted nothing more than that.

  Colt led her out of his office to a row of doors down a long hall. He opened the second door.

  When Daphne looked through the doorway, she saw a simple, very clean, and comfortable room with a bed, book case, television and shower. Colt patted the door.

  "This door locks and you'll have the only key. The room is free. What do you think?"

  Daphne felt like she should be cautious. She said, "It's nice, but I'll have to think about it."

  Colt nodded and got out the first word of his reply, but was interrupted.

  A man with tattoos and muscles was coming out of the kitchen with a big pot full of barbecue sauce. Colt stepped back. The cook stumbled over a brick on the floor and fell toward Daphne. He didn't hit her, but the sauce did. It drenched her to the bone with sticky, sugary liquid. The blood-red sauce completely soaked her blouse, skirt, and shoes.

  The man apologized. Colt apologized and offered to get her clothes dry cleaned, even said he'd buy new ones for her.

  He said, "You have to get out of those clothes. Come into your room. You can get them off and take a shower. The closet has some basic clothes. You can get into those after you shower."

  Daphne thought, "What choice do I have? I can't leave here looking like this."

  Colt led her into the room and showed her how to lock the door.

  Daphne left her blouse and skirt soaking in the washbasin. The sauce hadn't soaked through to her panties. She hung those on a hook behind the door of the bathroom.

  The shower worked. It sprayed comfortable, warm water. After the shower, she looked in the closet. Colt had said there were some clothes in there, but she saw only a short robe made of silk. It was embroidered and expensive. She slipped it on. It felt delicious next to her skin.

  There was a knock on the door. She looked at herself in the mirror and approved of what she saw. She opened the door to Colt who had a big glass of lemonade in his hand. He said, "I thought this would help you feel better." He brushed past her without making it appear that he was invading her room and picked up her blouse and skirt. He dumped them in a plastic sack and started to leave the room. As he left, he picked up her panties and threw them in the sack as well.

  He said, "We'll get these clean quickly. We have a washer and dryer in the club. Relax here. Watch some TV. I'll bring them back to you." He locked the door as he left.

  Daphne felt deliciously naughty. She never spent much time almost naked. She took a drink of lemonade. It was strong, but pleasant. She sat in front of the TV and relaxed. The lemonade tasted better and better as she drank more. She finished the large glass in fifteen minutes.

  Colt knocked on the door. Daphne answered, her voice slurring slightly, "Hi, Colt. Want to watch 'Price is Right' with me?"

  Colt stepped inside and closed and locked the door. That bothered Daphne. She started to say something.

  Colt stopped her from saying it by wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard on the mouth. Daphne had always gone out with well-mannered boys who never tried anything. Colt's approach overwhelmed her. She was so surprised she kissed back. He opened his mouth and she opened hers. They kissed like this until Daphne backed off and said, "Just a minute, Colt."

  That's all she said. Colt picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He laid down beside her and kissed her again. He undid the tie on her robe and slipped his hand inside and immediately covered her pussy.

  Daphne tried to raise up off the bed. Colt had his mouth firmly closed over hers. She tried to take his hand away. He was much stronger than she was. He started making small, firm circles over her clitoris. She tried to scream, but no sound got out.

  He kept her in that position until she stopped actively fighting back. His voice was strong and commanding when he said, "Listen to me. I know what's best for you. This will irrevocably separate you from your father." His fingers worked on her as he said this. Her mind went a little fuzzy. He continued, "That's what you want isn't it?"

  She tried to come up with an answer. She couldn't. It was much easier to let Colt make the decision. His hands on her body made her head spin. Her hips felt like a forest fire was burning between her legs.

  Colt opened her robe completely. He sucked her nipples inside his mouth and gently bit them. He slipped his middle finger inside her pussy. She jumped. He used his thumb on her clitoris and she jumped again, but not as badly. Over the next few minutes, he pressed his thumb harder on her clit and pushed his finger further and further inside her pussy. His mouth stayed busy with her breasts. She protested at first, but not for long. After a half an hour, she was moaning and bringing parts of her body to him for his attention. She rubbed her pussy against his hand and made him move from nipple to nipple when she wanted.

  He stood up next to the bed and took his clothes off. She watched him do it with the interest of a moth to a burning fire. He held his huge cock in front of her eyes for her to examine. She willingly curled her hand around it and pumped it. He put his hand on the back of his head and pulled her mouth to his cock. She said, "No. I don't want to do that."

  He told her, "Yes, you do. You'll do it for me." He pulled her again and she opened her mouth and took him inside. He reached down and rubbed her pussy as she gave him oral sex.

  It surprised Daphne that she liked doing it. She enjoyed the hardness of Colt's cock and the way the head of his cock felt under her tongue. Long minutes went by before Colt stopped her and climbed between her legs. The only thing she did to protest was turn her face to the side. Colt used his hand on the side of her head to make her look at his cock as he set it in the entrance to her pussy. Her eyes widened as he used his fingers to spread her lower lips apart. He pushed the head of his cock inside her and let go. Her pussy lips closed around him.

  His penetrations and withdrawals started small and slow and became deeper as she opened up. He made strong eye contact while he was over her. She lost herself in his eyes.

  After a few minutes, he was all the way inside. He ground the head of his cock against the back wall of her pussy. She moaned and looked at the ceiling without seeing it. Her nipples stood up like tiny, red soldiers on top of round, shifting hills.

  His thrusts shoved her up the bed. She closed her eyes and let her legs drift apart. He put his hands around her waist and pulled him to her. She grunted every time he hit the other end of her pussy. Her chest and neck turned deep red. She rolled her eyes back in her head and arched up in the air. Her arms frantically reached
out, trying to grab something that wasn't there. Her feet clenched. Her legs shook. She grunted loudly as her orgasm took her. He keep penetrating her with long, relentless strokes.

  As she settled down, she looked up at him with confusion in her eyes. He said, "Here it comes."

  She anxiously said, "Don't come inside me. Not up me. I'll get pregnant. Don't..." Just after she said, "Don't", she felt his hot semen pulse inside her womb. He held himself deep inside her and came for a long time. It filled her with warm, unwelcome sensations. A tear appeared in the inside of her left eye. Her voice was hopeless. "You've done it. I'm pregnant. I'll never go home."

  He smiled, "Well, that was the main idea wasn't it?"

  She settled back on the bed in misery.

  He let himself down on top of her.

  "Hold me with your arms and legs. I'm going to stay here for a while." She wrapped her legs around his midsection and her arms around his neck, and cried silently.

  Ten minutes later, he got hard again. She groaned, but didn't take her arms or legs away from him.

  He took his time as he stimulated her. He wanted her to have a strong orgasm. She stopped crying and started gasping an hour later as he pounded relentlessly inside her. Her body demanded his semen. She followed her body.

  She stayed in that room for the next three days. He had her three or four times a day. He brought her meals and movie magazines.

  Two days later, Colt poked a needle in her arm. Five minutes after that, she could barely stand.

  He called Daphne's home number. A girl answered. Colt put on his best minister voice and asked if he was talking to Lauren. He was. He said, "I'm sorry to give you bad news but your sister is ill. She's been living at the Shelter for Abused Women for the last few days. Can you come over and take her to the doctor?"

  Lauren said, "Of course. Where are you?"

  Colt continued, "There's something else. Daphne told us she doesn't get along with her father. Could you keep this to yourself until we can get her treatment started. We shouldn't bring more stress into her life than we have to."

  "Certainly. Where is she?"

  "It's hard to find. Come to the parking lot of the Wholesale Grocery store. We'll pick you up and take you to her. It's at 14000 South Center Street. Can you find it?"

  "Yes. I'll be there in ten minutes."

  Ten minutes later, Lauren stopped in the parking lot. A biker approached her and motioned for her to roll down her window. As soon as she did, he stuck a needle in her arm. She lost consciousness a few seconds later. The biker pushed her over into the passenger seat and drove across the street to the Desert Venom Clubhouse.

  Colt gave Daphne to Dirty Don and another biker. They carried her out to Lauren's car and loaded her in the back seat. They drove south until they reached a small cabin. Don and the other biker took both girls inside and poked their arms with syringes again. They had regular sex with Daphne and oral sex with Lauren for 24 hours and gave both girls four more injections. The next afternoon, they carried them into a building on the other side of the border. The place had a lot of bored women wearing very little who looked at the barely conscious girls with disinterest. The day after that, Daphne fucked ten men. Lauren was kept doped up. Once an hour, one of the girls would bring Lauren to a thundering orgasm. Men weren't allowed around her. The Middle Eastern man was due in three days.

  ***

  Sandra Hamilton wasn't a doormat any more. She was on her own now. No drunken husband. She would take care of herself, and she wouldn't put up with Colt cheating on her, not with all she'd given him.

  She began working on the lock on her door. It wasn't hard. She undid the screws holding the hasp in place. She escaped from her room at two in the morning. She crept on bare feet around the club. There were lights on in Colt's office and the door was open. She made her way silently to a small space beside the door.

  She heard Colt say, "We got good money on the girl, Lauren something. Virgins bring a high price from certain men. We sent her to the Twisted Nut down in Saltillo along with Daphne something. We didn't get much for her. I can never remember their names. Let's send the older bitch, Sandra something tomorrow. We won't get much for her either, but it'll be something."

  She listened as Colt and another man laughed. Colt said, "That old broad was entertaining for a while. I'm tired of her wanting more. It'll be good to get rid of her."

  Sandra didn't cry. She couldn't make any noise. She crept out again and looked around the kitchen. She saw a set of keys hanging on a hook by the door. She picked them up and crawled out a window.

  Colt should have asked her about her life. She would have told him she had grown up with Harleys. That was why she had gravitated to a motorcycle club in the first place.

  She looked down at herself. The robe only came down far enough to hide her pussy as long as she didn't take a deep breath. She couldn't risk going back in the club to get more clothes.

  Sandra tried the key in each of the five motorcycles in the parking lot, hitting gold with an older Harley Softail. She turned the key and idled out of the parking lot.

  She knew the location of another motorcycle club. She parked the cycle in the parking lot of a grocery store and walked through the warm night to a spot in the woods where she could wait for the other club to open.

  Chapter Three: The Good Guys

  Small towns usually employ part-time law enforcement. In Western Grit, Arizona, population 61, with little or no crime, the job came to Isaac Stone, the owner of the Five Pointed Star Clubhouse.

  Isaac had been a cop until he was wounded three years earlier. He'd been the man behind the formation of the Five Pointed Star Motorcycle Club, a club open only to present and former cops and any veteran who wanted to ride in righteous company.

  The Five Pointed Star Motorcycle Clubhouse was clean and neat on purpose. It's members wanted to separate themselves from outlaw clubs where the members lived like pigs.

  Inside the office of the president of the club, a good looking woman with a nice, but hard face bent over a desk, letting an attractive, blonde man named Isaac Stone look down her cleavage. She said, "Why is marriage so important to you?"

  He kept looking at her breasts.

  "Because I want to get on with my life. I'm tired of being single."

  The girl rested her elbows on the desk. "Let me ask you a question. If I took my shirt off and my bra off, would you look at my boobs?"

  "Hell, yes."

  Without another word, Chica Barenson shucked her shirt onto the floor and unhooked her bra. She looked at the big man with interest before she dropped the bra on top of her shirt. He studied her breasts with commitment. She moved her chest back and forth, making her breasts sway from side to side. She felt their full weight pull on her shoulders. She waited. Finally, she said, "Well. What do you think?"

  The man answered, "Baby, I can't think and look at your naked breasts at the same time."

  She smiled and walked around the desk. She grabbed his ears and pulled his mouth to her left nipple. He put it in his mouth and bit and sucked on it. She pulled him away and gave him her right nipple. He concentrated on her body. She could see it was important to him.

  She walked away from him and settled back in her bra and blouse. Her voice was strident. "Well, dammit. What do you think?"

  The man looked her in the eye. "It's not what I want."

  "Well then to hell with you." She turned to walk out. She swiveled back. "What's wrong with me, anyway? Why won't you take what I'm offering?"

  The man's voice was thoughtful. "There's nothing wrong with you except that you're not in love with me. You know it, and I know it."

  She pouted, "Well then, who am I in love with? And why isn't he here, giving me a home and babies already?"

  The man countered, "I don't know. Why can't I find a woman to love? Someone I can make a home and babies with."

  She walked out, grumbling. She saw a woman come inside the front door, wearing a Chinese robe. A wind b
lew in as the door closed. The bottom of the robe folded up and Chica saw bare pussy. Chica walked over to her and said, "Do you always run around with your bare ass out in the open?"

  The woman said, "I need some help. I've been held captive for four days. I just escaped."

  Chica found a bigger robe in her closet. She helped her get it on and took her in to see Isaac.

  Isaac led her to a seat at a small table inside his office. He asked, "Would you like something to eat?"

  "Yes, please."

  Chica said, "We have huevos rancheros and coffee."

  "Please. That would be wonderful."

  Chica brought the food in and stayed to hear her story.

  She said, "My name is Sandra Hamilton. I've been kept a prisoner by Colt Mendoza. He was going to sell me to a whorehouse in Saltillo. He already did that to another girl named Daphne and her sister, Lauren." She stopped talking and eating. She sat still as a stone statue until Chica said, "You have something else to tell us. Would you like to tell me, alone?"

  Sandra nodded.

  Isaac left the room.

  Sandra continued, "It was my fault. I left my drunk of a husband without anything set up. I went to their clubhouse because my father was a biker and I always liked them."

  She stopped again. Chica waited.

  Sandra started up, "I'm going to tell you everything because it's sitting inside me, eating me up. I was so needy and stupid. Colt gave me a little attention and approval and I opened my legs for him and let him have me. I think he's gotten me pregnant."

  Chica held her hand.

  "Did he ever threaten to hurt you if you said 'no' or tried to run away?"

  "He didn't have to. I gave him everything just because he was nice to me. I'm embarrassed by that, but I'll live. It's the two girls in the whorehouse that worry me. He wanted to send me, too. That's why I ran away."

  Sandra couldn't talk. Her tears started and didn't stop. Chica held her until she was calm again then said, "We've got resources to help you. We'll arrange for you to stay in a safe place until you get your life back together. We'll rescue the girls as well."