Chapter 8
Kristen had gradually moved her things to John's over the weeks that Devon and Bet were preparing for their wedding. She knew that Devon was slipping out of her life but she had long ago known that he wasn't enough for her.
John was taking up more and more of her time and she knew that when she finally settled down he would more than meet her needs.
But before that happened she still had to have her other wish. And she began to actively seek it.
One does not find motorcycle gangs in the Yellow Pages, nor at church socials, and apparently not at the Hideaway either.
She began to look elsewhere.
Five days after Devon and Bet left on their honeymoon there was a motorcycle race in neighboring New York that she decided to investigate.
Arriving three hours before the races began Kristen's nose was assaulted by the smells of gasoline, rubber, leather and grease. The high pitched whine of the racing bikes vibrated through her body.
But she wasn't looking for the racers. She was looking for the possible gangs that came to watch. The clean cut racers out for fame and fortune were not her goal as she wondered over the fifty acres of hilled enclosure.
Topping a small rise Kristen smiled as she saw a group of ten bikers. Ten heavy road bikes leaned on stands off to the side as the scruffy guys in leathers and jeans were intent on terrifying two teeny bobbers who had been dumb enough to come within their range.
As she slowly walked down the side of the hill she could see them trying to touch, pinch and scare the two girls. And as she got closer she began to hear their words.
"What's the matter, girly, don't your tits like to be touched?"
"Think those are all real, or is it just padding?"
"I kinda like the redhead, Russ, even if she is a cry baby."
"Leave me alone. Get your hands off me."
"Hey, she can talk, can't she."
Kristen watched the seven guy tease the gals, but what caught her attention was the three guys off to the side. She knew instantly that they were the leaders of the motley group. She smiled at the thought as one of them finally noticed her and smiled.
Kristen knew he was the leader. She could see his interest in her as she swayed her hips more with each step. She felt his eyes rake her body and hoped that she passed his inspection.
Ignoring the group surrounding the frightened girls, Kristen made her way to the one she had guessed was the leader. The closer she got, the more he smiled. They both knew that no female would willingly approach such a group of men without accepting what would happen.
Kristen knew.
So did Sam.
She walked right up to Sam, stopping a foot away without saying a word. She let her body do the talking.
Sam's smile increased and of all things a dimple appeared in each cheek. "You are either very foolish, very brave or know what you're doing. Which is it?"
Kristen smiled at his words. "Two and three. How would you like for me to prove it?"
"We don't play children's games."
"Neither do I."
Sam looked at her and made his decision. He turned to the group and said, "Let them go."
His voice wasn't loud. It was almost casual but Kristen also noticed that the others immediately did as told.
A second later the two girls were running over the hill as fast as they legs would carry them as the seven others came to join them.
Being surrounded by ten slightly dirty but very manly men made Kristen shiver. Not in fear but in lust, as she keep her eyes on the one who had given the orders.
"She thinks she knows what she wants, guys." Sam said to the assembled group as Kristen stood in the middle of their circle, as he looked at his friends then back to Kristen.
"We want more than a romp."
"So do I. As I said, how do you want me to prove it?"
"I think you can start by removing your blouse."
Kristen nodded her head and brought her hands to the buttons, wondering if they would approve of her rings.
Pulling her shirt tail out of her jeans she unbuttoned each button but did not opening her blouse for them to see her.
"I recall saying remove it."
"If you want it off, why don't you do it for me?"
At that instance Sam knew she wanted him to take control of the situation. Knew that he had guessed right.
He walked the one step toward her. She never took her eyes of his as he reached for the opening of her blouse. She stood calm, taking deep breaths. He knew she was excited. And as he slid the fabric off her shoulders to fall on the ground he caught a glimpse of gold at the ends of her upstanding tits.
Sam smiled even more. His eyes locked on hers, he slid his hands up her arms and shoulders then slid them down her chest until he had slipped a finger in each ring. Tipping his hands up, he began to raise his hands along with her tits.
"No, I don't think you play children's game either." Then for the first time he lowered his eyes and saw her marked flesh in the sunshine. "You like harder games, don't you?"
"Yes, ammmm, you ahh interested?" Kristen couldn't stop her stuttering words, after all he was pulling on her nipple rings quite well, making her stand up on her toes to follow his hands.
"I think it's safe to say that you've captured our attention. Why don't you get out of those jeans and let us see what you have to offer."
Using suddenly cold fingers, Kristen brought them to her snap and zipper. A moment later they lay at her feet as she stood on tiptoes.
"Not the bashful type, are you?"
"No."
"So, what happens now?"
"Why don't you tell me the answer to that question."
"Well, I think we should give her what she's asking for," interrupted one of the original three as he, too, smiled at what was happening.
"Just what are you asking?" Sam questioned as he keep up the pressure on her rings.
Kristen knew what she wanted, had know for ages and couldn't wait to tell them. "I want to go with you. Live with you guys. Be your slave."
"Do you really think you can handle all ten of us?"
"No. I know I can. No matter what you want from me I can handle it. I've had rather extensive training in pain and submission. I draw the line at death, but other than that I'm yours if you want me."
"You running from the law or family?"
"No. I'm not running from anything. I'm running to it."
"The rings and marks you bare, are they by choice?"
"They are. I like ... no, I need pain and sex. One man isn't enough for me now. Later I'll go back to my guy but first I need ... well, you know what I need, don't you?"
"I think I do. But this isn't the place for it. Get dressed. You'll ride with me."
Kristen bend over to pull up her jeans as the others suddenly found their voices.
"Is this for real?"
"It is," Sam said as they all watched Kristen get dressed.
"What's your name?"
"Kristen. And yours"
"I'm Mike and that's Sam. He's the leader."
"I know. I knew that from the beginning. You guys willing to have me tag along?"
"You bet your ass, we are."
"Oh, an ass man. How interesting."
"I'm Danny."
"Hi, Danny. What's your preference?"
"Tits."
"My tits just love attention. And you," she asked turning to the next one in the circle.
"I'm Dave."
"And what does Dave want to do with me?"
"You don't care if I'm black?"
"Black, white, purple, what's the difference. How do I make you happy?"
"I like to eat pussy."
"And I love mine eaten. You do use teeth, don't you?"
"Given every opportunity."
"Well, we'll just have to make opportunities, then won't we. And you?"
"Mac and I like your rings."
"So do I, Mac. And you can play with my tings anytime you want. Let me guess," she said turning to the next one, "You like to hurt bitches like me, don't you."
"How'd you know?"
"I've had experience. What do you want?"
"I'm Al and I've got a well used strap that will make you scream, bitch."
"Uuuuoo I can hardly wait. And you are?"
"Ken."
"And what does Ken want to do with me ?" Kristen waited for him to answer, but he didn't. "Come on you can tell me."
Still he didn't say anything. "Can you whisper it in my ear?"
He nodded and she leaned forward as he whispered, "I like guys."
Kristen stood up on her toes and whispered back, "Then you can fuck my ass for me, okay?"
Ken smiled as she turned to the next one.
"I'm Ryan and I want your mouth around my cock, bitch."
"Uuuoo, will you beat my ass while I suck you?"
"I'm Russ and I want to tie you up and fuck you 'til you scream."
"I'm sure that will be fun Russ. And what about you?
"Tony and I want my fist inside you."
"Wonderful. And you?"
"I'm Ian and I'm not going to limit my options."
"Uuuoo an inventive one, huh? I'll keep that in mind."
Then she was back facing Sam. "I like your friends, Sam, and once they are used to me I'm sure we'll all get along very well."
"We don't scare you, do we?"
"Heavens no. I've been looking for you for ages. Are we going to stay to see the races?"
"We are. You can wait until we leave, can't you?"
"If I have too. No quickies?"
"We'll take care of you Kristen, have no fears about that. But I am the boss, understand?"
"Yes, you're the boss and I'll do what you say, Sam. But I do have needs you know."
"I know and so do they. But it would be foolish to lose you the first day out."
"What do you mean?"
"See the cops over there? They're just aching to catch us doing something wrong. If we can manage it, you can have some fun before we leave, but we did come to watch the races. Let's go guys. The last one to the top of the hill is the last to get Kristen."
It was an all-out race to the top of the hill, except for Kristen and Sam who walked at a more leisurely pace. After all, everyone, including Kristen, knew that Sam would have her first.
Leaders were always first. That's what made them leaders.
Kristen noted that Ken managed to be the last one up the hill. Poor guy, she thought. Maybe she could help him get over guys, but if she couldn't she was sure she could help him keep his place in the gang, boy lover or not. She knew he could fuck her ass and pretend she was a male, she had done it before and been successful.
For a mangy looking group of motorcycle guys they were really quite normal in her estimate. Yea, they gave the impression of being mean, maybe they were. But they weren't much different from the guys she had known for years at the 'Hideaway'.
They had a reputation to uphold and because of that they would treat her the way she needed to be treated. But she thought that if she got each of them alone, away from the others, they would be gentle in their own way.
That thought didn't bother Kristen though. Because she knew that as a rule they would act in line with what was expected of them. And with the ten of them she was sure she could be content. Time would tell.
Reaching the top of the hill, Sam placed Kristen in front of him, wrapping his arms around her, resting his hands on her full tits as they indeed watched the races before them. And when Kristen raised her arms, wrapped them around his neck offering her body to him, Sam knew that Kristen was a very unusual woman. A woman who enjoyed what was done to her body.
He also knew, even if the others didn't, that her time with them would be limited. That was okay too. When she left in a year or two it would be time for her to be replaced anyway. She would go home to her guy and they would get another gal.
Digging his fingers into her full tits, he asked, "What's your favorite game, Kristen?"
Tipping her head to the side so she could look back at him, she smiled. "I like pleasing my man."
"I know that. But what do you like done to you?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "A good strapping, some ring attention and hard fucking, I guess. Why?"
"Just curious. You really dig the pain shit?"
"Yes. I'm basically a selfish bitch. I crave attention. But I'm not a prude. I'll give you, or any guy, what he wants as long as I get want I want, too."
"And you like pain, rings and fucking?"
"I do. Any problems with that, Sam?"
"No. Not in the least. What about the humiliation trip? You need that too?"
"No. Not really, but I can grovel with the best of them if it is called for. Is that your trip?"
"No. And it's not with the others either. Except for maybe Mac and Ian. Most of us are fairly normal. We want to give the impression that we're tough as nails, the male ego thing you know. But we aren't really all that mean."
"I gathered that much when I saw them with the two teeny bobbers. I think you'll take what is offered but I don't think any of you are as sadistic as my uncle."
"Uncle?"
"Yea. He's a mean sadistic bastard from the word go. But he did teach me to enjoy pain and I have to thank him for that. It really is quite a trip. The pain stuff. But over the years I've learned I can have pleasure without it. Pain does intensify my feelings though and I do crave it, and I don't think I'll ever stop it completely. I'm too selfish to give up the feelings it invokes."
"So, you're out for some thrills, then it's back home. Is that it?"
"Yea, that's it. But I'll be around for a while. I think ten guys can keep me more than content for at least a year or so. Don't you?"
"Yea. I think we can handle it and you."
"Are you guys a real gang, or do you have nine to five jobs too?"
Kristen felt him laugh before answering. "We're a real gang. We do a bit of robbing to keep going but nothing serious. We ride our bikes all over. We're from five different states. Guys come and they go. I've been with them for seven years now, but I'll be leaving before long. It's almost time for me to have a straight life, job and that sort of stuff. But," giving her tits a hefty squeeze, "I think I stick around a bit longer."
"I'm glad. You're sane. I can trust you not to go too far. I'm not so sure of Ian though. He could really go off the deep end."
"You're right, he could. But I'll be around for a while. How about we slip away for a bit and get better acquainted?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"A friend of mine is on one of the racing teams. He's got a small building we can have for a while. Interested?"
"You know I am. Just us two?"
Sam laughed at her question. "No. Who else would you like me to invite?"
Kristen turned in his arms, wrapped her around his neck again, and said, "How about Ian? He did claim to be inventive and I'd like to check him out with you along."
"Gutsy bitch, aren't you?"
"Yea. And horny as hell too. You object?"
"Not in the least." Turning to Ian he said, "Let's go to Turk's shed and have some fun before we leave. You game?"
Ian's response was a wicked grin as he took one of Kristen's arms in his hand. She knew there would be a bruise there and smiled at the thought as she calmly walked between the two guys as they made their way through the crowds to the pit area.
There were two green racing bikes in front of a medium shed that served as one of the team's pit area where bikes could be worked on in between races or if problems arose. Four guys were frantically working on one as two guys, both in racing leathers, stood off to the side and talked.
Sam walked up to them and addressed one with, "Hey Turk, nice job in the last heat."
"Sam, you old bastard, where did you come from?"
"The gang was just passing through and we decided to stop and see if you were here. How's it going?"
"Not bad. I've won enough to keep me in the thick of things with a few dollars left over. How are you?"
"No major complaints. When you up again?"
"In about an hour and a half. Why?"
"Well, I thought being old friends and all, we might talk you into letting us use your shed for a while."
"To do what," he asked as his eyes drilled into Kristen standing between Sam and Ian.
"We just picked up a new gal and were going to give her try out. Interested in joining us for old times' sake? As I remember, you could swing a strap with the best of them while your cock got hard for further action."
"I still can, and you know it. Let's go." The four of them turned, as he added, "What are the limitations?"
"Death," came from Sam as they closed the door behind them.
"For real?"
"So she said."
"Should prove to be interesting."
"My thoughts exactly." Then turning his attention to Kristen, he said, "Let's see skin."
Kristen hadn't really planned on three guys, but she sure as hell didn't let that stop her as she again removed her clothing and stood naked before them, as out of the corner of her eyes she watched Ian walk over to a grease smeared workbench and rummaged around.
"Rings," came from Turk when Kristen's blouse was shed.
"Has them in her pussy and in her clit too. And they like attention, or so she said."
"Interest. Very interesting. My I?"
"Sure."
Turk walked up to naked gal, who so far hadn't said a word, and asked, "You into this stuff by choice?"
"I sure am. And by request too. Want to play?"
"I sure as hell do. What kind of attention do your rings like?"
"Any and all. Give them a try."
Turk did just that. Reaching his hands forward he brought them to her nipple rings and noticed that at his first touch her nipples became rock hard. "A real devotee, huh?"
"Yep."
"And what do I get for making you happy," he asked as he too began to pull them away from her body similar to how Sam had earlier.
"Whatever aahhh you want," came her answer as again she was standing on tiptoes as her body followed her breasts toward the sky.
"I'm partial to strapping ass, then fucking it."
"That's got my vote. Any aahh particular position you have in mind?"
"Sure do, bitch. Assume the position."
"What position is that?"
"Bend over, hands on knees, ass high and available."
As soon as Turk released her nipple rings, Kristen placed herself as requested then turned her head to look back. "Like this?"
"You got it. Now, don't move."
As she looked, Turk slid the wide green leather belt out of his pants and Kristen had no doubts as to what would be happening shortly. Spreading her legs further apart for stability, and curling her fingers over her kneecaps, she took a deep breath and awaited the first stroke.
She had no more than done that than the belt connected with her upturned ass and the sound of leather striking flesh echoed in the metal shed, followed shortly by her gasp.
A gasp that no one present interpreted as anything but a gasp of pure lust.
And as the second one was being applied to her ass Ian walked up beside her. Knowing what Turk was doing, Kristen turned her attention to Ian.
And she smiled.
For there, in Ian's hand, were two lengths of motorcycle chains and on the ends of both were S-hooks. Kristen's only silent question was what rings would soon be supporting them and what he would hang from the other ends, as Turk continued to slam away at her willing ass flesh.
Two quick moves and the greasy chains were hanging from her nipple rings as her ass began to heat up toasty warm with Turk's strap. Keeping her eyes on Ian, she saw him bend over and attach a huge wrench to the one from her left tit and a moment later there was a chunk of metal hanging from the right one. She thought it might be part of an engine, but not being knowledgeable of motorcycle engines, she could only guess.
But she didn't have to guess that both items were quite proficient in pulling her nipples quite well. In fact, as she watched them, they began to stretch to well over two inches as they pulled away from her tits. And the next time Turk landed the strap on her ass, they began to sway pulling her nipples even more than they had.
Never being a silent recipient, Kristen eagerly voiced her approval. "Aaahhhh yeeeeeessss ahhhh strapp myyy assss then fuckkk it gooooodddddd."
"You got a live one here, Sam."
"Thanks, Turk. But I think it's time for me to join in, don't you?"
"It's got my vote. Help yourself. I'll be here for a while yet. I like to watch stripes form on gals' asses almost as much as fucking them."
"Don't stop on my account," came from Sam as he unzipped his jeans and walked to Kristen's head. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, he jerked her head up and stuffed his cock down her throat.
Kristen immediately swallowed all ten inches of it as her tongue tried to lick his swaying balls.
THIS was what she liked about multiple guys.
Multiple attention to her needs.
Raising her hands from her knees she brought them to Sam's balls and began to cradle them in her palms as her thumbs attended to the space between cock and balls.
Getting caught up in Sam and Turk's attention it took Kristen a while to understand that Ian was now working between her well spread legs. She felt something slide over her pussy rings and a moment later that something was hanging from them. Somehow she just knew that more chains had been attached to her. And as Sam and Turk timed their attentions with Sam pressing his cock all the way down her throat and Turk slamming the strap into her heated ass, she felt the sudden jerk of weights pulling her pussy lips toward the floor.
Releasing most of Sam's cock and using his hips to hold herself steady, Kristen screamed out, "Yeeesssssss" and again swallowed Sam's cock down to his hairs as again Turk pounded away on her ass.
Then slowly Sam and Turk began to change tactics. When Sam withdrew his cock, Turk strapped her ass, creating a swaying motion of her entire body. Which naturally made the weights hanging from her four rings sway and pull her all the more.
They were all three cooperating nicely when Ian again made himself know to Kristen by the expedient means of whipping her weighted, swaying, hanging breasts with yet another length of greasy chain that had been recently lying on the floor of the shed.
Raising her head to scream, "Yessssssssss," to all her tormentors, Kristen saw Ian land the next blow to her tits. She saw the metal dig into her hanging flesh. Saw the streak of greasy it left in its wake. Saw the chains and weights sway in midair. And saw Ian preparing for the next blow which was aimed at her spread pussy.
Taking a very deep breath to counteract the pain that was to follow, she watched the greasy chain arch up and slam into her wet pussy. Felt the end flick up her ass crack and snap into her ass that Turk was strapping. And felt her clit being pressed between opposing sides of one of the lengths of chain.
Throwing her head back in pain/ecstasy she screamed and came. And with her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open she felt the kiss of Sam's cream coat her face as Turk landed yet another blow to her hot ass.
And all she could do was come again. And again. And again as Sam jammed his cock down her throat and she milked him dry as Turk and Ian assaulted her body with strap and chain.
The next thing she was coherent of was Turk's cock working its way up her back door as his hands dug into her hips to hold her steady. Then suddenly she was jerked up so she was standing. The weights from her pussy and tits were still jerking and pulling on her as Ian slammed his more than adequate cock up her pulled pussy.
Being the center of a human sandwich, Kristen wrapped her arms around Ian's shoulders and held on for dear life as the three of them climbed the glory ladder to the heavens as hands dug into her swollen tits, aching ass and her hip bones to hold her where they wanted her to be.
And as both cocks filled her to almost the bursting point, Kristen decided that she was exactly where she wanted to be as tremor after tremor flooded her stimulated body until finally she found herself lying on the grease smeared floor at the feet of the three guys that had just sent her to heaven and beyond.