Rancho Diablo

by Michael O'Connor

  Chapter 13

  Under the loving care of Kat, Jenna recovered quickly from the wounds sustained in the bloody battle to become Chaim’s Queen. Several days had passed before she learned that she had not in fact killed Tori. As soon as she was able to walk again, the defeated Queen had collected her belongings in a rucksack and disappeared. She was now an outcast from the Hell Kings, unfit even for slavery. Jenna hoped she would be captured by the Masters of Rancho Diablo. It would be a fate well deserved.

  Just a few hours after the fight, as she lay in his tepee, racked with pain, Chaim had forcefully claimed his new Queen. Though the pain of his body on top of her and his big cock thrusting up between her thighs had been excruciating, Jenna had neither resisted nor protested. This was the man she had fought for and she belonged to him now. He would not hesitate to deliver a painful reminder, should she ever forget.

  One week later, Chaim announced that the day of their wedding had arrived. Kat dressed Jenna in a white veil, which was the only item of clothing she would wear for the ceremony. Gold rings were threaded through her nipples and a padlock hung from a larger gold hoop in her outer labia.

  “Can’t I at least cover my ass?” she pleaded.

  Kat shook her head. “You’re marrying Chaim, in the tradition of the Hell Kings. The customs of the straight world mean nothing here. When he puts the collar on your neck, it means you belong to him. You’re his property, to do with what he pleases.”

  “A slave?”

  “A Queen,” Kat corrected. “As a slave, you were chained up like a dog, to be screwed and abused by the entire gang. From now on, nobody but Chaim is allowed to lay a hand on you. He will kill any man who tries.”

  “What about any woman?”

  Kat smiled coyly. “Women are different. We must please our Queen, as well as our men. As long as you attend carefully to the needs of your Master, you have as much right to me as any of the men.”

  “I’m glad,” said Jenna, stroking her face. “My sister and I ...”

  “Not now,” Kat interrupted. “It’s time for the ceremony.”

  Chaim waited in the centre of the campsite, dressed in his uniform of boots, leather jeans and greasy denim cutoff. Clawfinger stood by his side, clasping what looked like a bible in his good hand. Now that she belonged to the Kings captain, Jenna had no further reason to fear the steel clawed man. He would never speak ill of her while she was Queen, much less attempt to exact further revenge for her attempt on his life. The remaining bikers and their women stood around in a loose circle, admiring the naked new Queen as she nervously approached her Master.

  As she had earlier been directed by Kat, Jenna knelt before Chaim and gazed adoringly up at him. Clawfinger cleared his throat and spoke.

  “Brothers and bitches of the Hell Kings, we gather here today for the taking of a new Queen. Through battle, Jenna has earned the right to be taken as the property of our Captain, to be his and his alone. Jenna, state the oath of allegiance to your Master.”

  Having been painstakingly coached by Kat over the preceding days, Jenna knew the words of the oath by heart. She understood that to stammer or forget even one word would displease Chaim enough to earn her a whipping, in full view of the gang.

  She recited the words, with feeling. “My Master, I offer myself to you, body and soul, whilst knowing I am unworthy of even licking your boots. I swear to serve you faithfully, accept your word as my only law and honour you, above all others. I am your servant, not your equal, your whore, not your lover. My body exists for your total pleasure. I may never deny myself to you, no matter what you demand. As my Master, it is your right to punish me whenever and however you please and I will never question this right.”

  Oath recited to perfection, she bowed her head, checking the urge to breathe a huge sigh of relief.

  Clawfinger spoke again. “Captain, do you accept this bitch as your Queen?”

  “I do,” Chaim replied.

  At Clawfinger’s command, Jenna raised her head again. Chaim bent over and secured the studded collar that had previously been worn by Tori around her throat.

  “You are now Queen of the Hell Kings,” Clawfinger pronounced. “Sworn to your Master and loyal to no other. You will now swear your allegiance in blood.”

  He drew a curved dagger from his belt and handed it to Jenna. Grasping it in a trembling hand, she raised it to her right breast and drew the sharp blade across her flesh in a half moon, an inch above her nipple. As blood bubbled from the wound, she held the dagger flat underneath it, allowing the droplets to pool on the gleaming steel of the blade. When the pool was as wide as the blade, she offered the dagger to Chaim, being careful not to spill a drop. He took the dagger, raised it to his lips and lapped up the warm, sweet blood.

  Clawfinger then handed him a silver chalice. Chaim unzipped his jeans, withdrew his semi-flaccid cock and began masturbating it to full erection. Jenna had not been made aware of this part of the ceremony and wondered if she should attend to him with her mouth. She guessed it would be wiser to wait for his command. He pumped his thick cock aggressively until, a few minutes later, it spat thick globs of cream into the chalice. He then took the dagger from Clawfinger and drew the blade across his left palm. Blood dripped into the chalice, forming a pinkish slime with his semen. Chaim spat twice into the mixture, then took his now partially deflated cock in his fist again and filled the chalice with urine. He stirred the cocktail with the blade of the dagger, before handing the brimming chalice to Jenna.

  She did not need to be told what to do. Without looking at the contents and resisting the pang of revulsion in her guts, she raised the chalice to her lips and emptied it, with three deep gulps. As she laid down the empty chalice, the roar from the bikers told her the ceremony had ended.

  The festivities commenced, with the new Queen being held aloft by four of the women, to be drenched in beer and whisky by the entire gang. Chaim crouched between her thighs, poured half a bottle of Jack Daniels over her pussy, then feasted upon her until she climaxed, with an ecstatic moan. He then stood up and slid his fresh erection into her wet and willing slash. As he thrust into her, Jenna realised, with a touch of pride, that he was the first man she had ever willingly given herself to.

  The party continued into the early hours of the morning, gradually descending into a drunken orgy, with a sometimes unwilling Kat on the receiving end of more than her fair share of cock meat. Jenna remained by her Master’s side throughout, alert to his every command. Eventually, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her to his tepee, along with a fresh bottle of bourbon. The rest of the night would be spent enjoying her in privacy.

  Two days later, the order was given to move out. Tents were dismantled and loaded onto the bikes. The rest of the gang’s belongings were thrown into the back of the camper van, which would be driven by Kat.

  “Where are we going?” Jenna demanded.

  “None of your business,” Chaim snapped.

  She was far from happy about moving on, because it meant going further away from Rancho Diablo and any chance of rescuing her sister. But there was nothing she could do. Her Master’s word was law and, as he seemed to be under increasing pressure, for some reason unknown to her, it would not be wise to irritate him with persistent questions.

  By mid- afternoon, the Hell Kings cortege was bumping along the dirt track through the forest. Chaim’s Harley led the way, his leather clad Queen perched behind him, gripping his waist. Half an hour later, they hit the highway.

  They set up camp the following night, on the outskirts of a town called San Givera. Chaim decreed they would spend the next few days there, before continuing their Eastbound trek. Exhausted and saddle sore, Jenna was grateful for the opportunity to rest. Chaim did not feel like sleeping, so he and most of the bikers went into the town, to party. Two Kings were left to guard the women and the valuable st
ash in the van.

  Jenna was awakened, several hours later, by the pleasant sensation of soft hands stroking her breasts. Opening her eyes in the semi-darkness, she made out the figure of Kat lying next to her. The Oriental girl was stoned and it took her a moment to realise Jenna was awake. When she did, she instantly withdrew her hand.

  “Don’t stop,” Jenna purred lazily. “I like it.”

  As the gentle caressing movements through the thin cotton of her tee shirt resumed, Jenna moved against Kat. She kissed her gently at first, then with an urgency that betrayed the growing heat of desire in her loins.

  Kat stripped her slowly, covering her body with kisses and sensual caresses. Her touch reminded her of Zoe. When she shut her eyes, she could imagine it was her own lovely sister kissing the insides of her thighs and running a fingertip over her damp and hungry slit. She pushed Kat’s tiny leather skirt up over her hips. The crotch of her skimpy panties was soaked in musky honey. Jenna licked her through the thin lace, relishing the taste and the heady smell of her sex. Kat’s fingers spread her pussy folds and her tongue lashed at the swollen bud of her clitoris. Jenna responded in kind, first tugging the girl’s panties down over her legs, permitting full access to her intoxicating orifice. She lapped and sucked greedily, savouring the sweet love nectar. As her excitement increased, she eased a finger into Kat’s tight nether hole. Her response was to plunge her tongue and two fingers even deeper into Jenna’s oozing love canal.

  The girls licked, sucked and finger fucked one another to a series of glorious orgasms that left them both sweating and blissfully exhausted. Afterwards, Jenna took Kat in her arms and held her sweat soaked body tightly against hers.

  “I thought only my sister could do that for me,” she whispered.

  “You and your sister were lovers!” Kat exclaimed.

  “Ever since we were old enough to know what to do,” Jenna replied. “We’d planned on running away together, just days before we were sold by that bitch.”

  “Who?”

  “Our aunt, Tonya. None of this would have happened, if it weren’t for her. I have to rescue Zoe. I can’t bear to think of her spending the rest of her life in slavery, at the mercy of Troy and his men, or some equally sick bastards.”

  “How do you propose to do that?” asked Kat. “You’re Chaim’s Queen now. His property. He’d kill you if you even thought about running out on him.”

  “I’m not abandoning my sister for anybody,” Jenna vowed. “Not even him.”

  “Chaim is no knight in shining armour,” said Kat. “He won’t help you. All you are to him is a hot piece of fuck meat. Damn, I shouldn’t be talking like this!”

  Jenna kissed her. “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.”

  “You’re not into all this loyalty bullshit?” asked Kat.

  “My first loyalty is to my sister,” she answered. “I don’t care what oath I’ve made. I ran away and left her, but I’m going to get her back, or die trying.”

  “I could help you,” Kat said, after a momentary silence.

  “How?”

  She abruptly changed her mind and sat up, pulling her tee shirt down over her breasts. “Forget it.”

  Jenna grabbed her by the shoulders. “No, Kat, if you think you can help me rescue my sister, I want to hear about it.”

  “Can you keep a secret? A big secret.”

  “Anything,” Jenna replied. “Just tell me what you have in mind.”

  “Do you know what’s in the back of my van?” she asked. “The reason the Kings are heading East?” When Jenna shook her head, she continued. “Eighty grand’s worth of dope, that’s what. Chaim has a connection waiting to take it off his hands. Wanna know how they came by that dope in the first place?”

  Jenna nodded.

  “I had a boyfriend in Pittsburgh. Pimp, more like. I used to turn tricks for him in this bar. Anyway, one night the Hell Kings came in and I got talking to Chaim and Clawfinger. I told them about my piece of shit dope dealing pimp. I set him up. Told him the Kings wanted to deal with him. When he turned up to meet them, Chaim shot him in the face and I took off with the Kings. I didn’t think much about the dope ‘til I heard Chaim say how much it was worth. As I see it now, it’s rightfully mine. Why should I share it with them, when they treat me like dogshit? They just want to keep me as a prospect, a cheap fuck for whenever they feel like it. That’s not what they promised me.”

  “So you’re running out?” Jenna whispered.

  “You should come with me,” Kat replied. “I can get rid of the dope. Then, you’ll have enough money to buy your sister back, or get somebody to buy her back for you.”

  Several hours later, the campsite reverberated to the roar of the returning motorcycles. Chaim and his friends had done more than just get drunk in San Givera. They had found a trio of teenage girls in tight tee shirts and short skirts, one of whom was perched giggling on the pillion pad of Chaim’s Harley. He dismounted with a stagger and a drunken roar, then scooped the blonde girl up in his arms. Her two companions were left to be shared between Clawfinger and the rest of the gang.

  Jenna sat up with a start, when the tepee was flung open and the giggling young girl tumbled down beside her on the rug.

  “Look what I brought home,” Chaim leered. “Fresh virgin meat. You are a virgin, ain’t you, baby?”

  “Uh... yeah,” the teenager stammered, disconcerted by the sight of the naked girl sitting next to her.

  “Not for long more,” he declared, unbuckling his belt. “You’re about to lose that hot little cherry.”

  “Who’s she?” he girl demanded, pointing at Jenna.

  “My Queen,” he replied, tugging his jeans down over his hips. “Hottest piece of bike bitch ass on god’s earth. And she loves pussy too. Ain’t that right, baby?”

  “That’s right,” Jenna replied, the taste of Kat still in her mouth.

  The young girl was suddenly far less keen on the fun and games the bikers had promised her in the bar. But before she could fully make up her mind whether to stay or go, Chaim was forcing her legs apart and thrusting a hand up under her skirt. She made a half hearted attempt to fight him off, but even had she struggled violently, it would have made no difference. Chaim ripped off her white cotton panties, tossed them to Jenna, then buried his face between the teenager’s thighs. Her cries of protest turned to delighted giggles, as his tongue explored her virginal canal, stirring the juices of young lust.

  Jenna watched with an air of detachment, neither shocked nor jealous. After all, it was she who belonged to Chaim, not the other way around. It was his right to screw any girl he liked.

  Having feasted for several minutes on the young girl’s juicy pussy, he guided his cock to her blonde furred slit. Grunting, he began pushing it into her.

  “No, stop, it hurts!” she shrieked, when less than two inches was inside her.

  “Sure it hurts,” he replied, gripping her buttocks in both hands and burying his full length in her tight tunnel.

  Her sobs and cries for mercy merely encouraged him to thrust into her with ever greater ferocity. Virgin blood slicked his shaft and dribbled onto the white rug underneath. As the agony of the initial hymen rupturing penetration subsided, the teenager began to respond with a muted lust. The presence of Jenna was obviously making her extremely uncomfortable. From outside, the cries of the other two girls could be heard. It was impossible to tell whether they shrieked with terror or excitement.

  As he rammed furiously into his virgin, heavy balls smacking against her buttocks, Chaim ripped off her tee shirt and bra. His big hands squashed her pert young breasts and he pulled and twisted her nipples, causing her to scream in pain. By the time he finally climaxed inside her, she was sobbing and whimpering that she could not take any more.

  “Your turn, baby,” he told Jenna, rolling onto his bac
k. “Eat some virgin pussy. But first, my cock is calling for you.”

  Leaning over the girl, nipples brushing her thighs, Jenna licked the sticky virginal blood and traces of pussy honey and semen from her Master’s deflating cock. When she was finished, he directed her to go down on the girl.

  “Get off me!” she shrieked, kicking out at Jenna. “I ain’t a fucking lesbian!”

  Chaim pinned her down with an arm across her chest. “Relax, baby, you’ll enjoy it.”

  She continued to protest violently, but her fate was sealed. Jenna dug her fingernails into the soft white flesh of her thighs and forced them apart. In the half light, she saw blood still trickling from the girl’s brutalised slit. It was not the most appetising sight in the world, but far worse things had touched and passed her lips. She pressed her lips to the warm smile of teenage pussy and insinuated her tongue, with a gentle flickering motion. The girl continued to protest that she wanted no part of this, until she was finally overcome by the magic of Jenna’s tongue and the pressure of Chaim’s arm on her chest.

  Once his cock had regained its hardness, he decided to use it on both his girls together. They were ordered to crouch doggy fashion, side by side, and thrust their backsides into the air. Chaim then roped them together, wrist to wrist, thigh to thigh and ankle to ankle.

  Jenna knew what to expect and braced herself, taking a deep breath. Chaim oiled his cock with half a dozen deep stabs into her wet pussy. The teenager was uncertain of what was about to happen, until her rear cheeks were pulled apart and Chaim’s cock crown nuzzled her pink little anus. Jenna was deafened by her shriek of pain, as her virginity was claimed for the second time that night.

  Six hours later, a trio of pale teenage girls, resembling hungover tramps in torn clothes, crept away from the Hell Kings’ campsite, in the direction of the town. The all night cock assault had left them scarcely able to walk. In the tepee, Jenna slept in the arms of her Master, her face smeared with dry virgin blood. She dreamt of she and Zoe, as little girls. When she woke up, she recalled Kat’s offer and made a decision.