Chapter 1

Richard was a big boy of nineteen. His eyes were dark and angry, and his thick black hair was twisted all across his forehead in knots and curls. When he spoke, his voice sounded like thunder. When people saw him, they usually tried to walk the other way. He was an angry young man, and he had led a violent life. His body and face were covered with cuts and lacerations, which were a testimony to his wildness and his anger.

Richard had learned early in life that he had to be tough in order to survive. He had been brought up in the slums of New York City, and every day was a struggle just to survive. When he was nine years old his father and mother had deserted him, and he was sent to an orphanage where he spent the next six years of his life. At fifteen, he enlisted in the Marines, faking his age. His hands were hard and calloused, and his soul was covered with moral decay. Richard lost the ability to be tender. The only thing that he knew, and the only thing that he understood was violence.

At nineteen, he had been through a lot. He had seen men killed in battle, and he had seen how cheap human life really was. He had learned one lesson in the Army, which he never forgot. A man needed to be hard. It didn't pay to give anyone a chance. In battle you strike hard and you kill.

When Richard was discharged from the Army, he spent a little time in San Francisco doing odd jobs. He pumped gas for awhile, and he worked in a supermarket, and he even got a job in an office selling real estate. But none of these positions meant anything to him. They didn't give him any satisfaction. What Richard wanted more than anything was to be free, and to live without bonds and chains. He hated the ordinary life which most people accepted. He didn't want to live in a nice house in the suburbs, with a dog and a wife and a couple of children. It was a drag.

Ever since he was young, Richard had been fascinated by the motorcycle, and he was an expert mechanic. With the money he saved up in the army, he bought himself a good, rugged bike and he drove across country, from San Francisco to New York City. He hung around awhile, and soon he developed contacts, joining a club of cycle freaks. He rode in a pack and in no time he rose to be the leader of the Daredevils, a gang that operated from a small clubhouse in Greenwich Village. The rode hard, and they drank hard, and they fought hard.

"You got to fight to stay alive," Richard was fond of saying. "If you rest for a second, you're doomed. The bastards are out to get you. There's a whole world of bastards out there, and they 're all waiting with knives and guns. To stay alive, is to strike first."

The Daredevils were a relatively peaceful gang, in spite of their violent credo. If people left them alone, they left people alone. They did odd jobs to support themselves, and they mostly just drank beer and hung around then-clubhouse watching the pretty girls walk by.

One day, a young coed from a nearby university happened to walk by the Daredevil's headquarters. Richard was sitting on the stoop, smoking a cigarette. Willie the Weasel, who was the number two man was drinking a can of malt liquor. Willie was a wild man, with a long, scraggly beard, and a shrunken chest that caved in. He looked sickly, and he spoke in a mild mannered voice.

"Hey, look at the chick," said Willie, when he saw the girl walk by.

She was wearing a pair of tight bell bottom jeans that clung to her soft, supple figure. She had a large, voluptuous bosom. Underneath her black sweater, she wasn't wearing a brassiere, so that her nipples stood out against the thin fabric of the black garment. She swung her ass in a provocative manner, and her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in neat, round curls. She was carrying a bunch of books under her arms, and she walked slowly and deliberately.

"Hi baby," said Willie the Weasel. "You need a little lift."

The girl turned to him and smiled. "You're just a runt," she said. "I'll bet that you're impotent."

"You bitch...."

The girl laughed, as she strolled down the street. For the next couple of days she appeared at the same time, and no matter who was on the stoop, she always found an insulting word for them.

"Why don't you guys get a shave," she would say. "You guys look like a bunch of pack rats."

The girl's name was Pricilla and she lived down the block with two girl friends. She was eighteen years of age, and a freshman in college. She was the daughter of rich parents and all of her life she got whatever she wanted from them. She was used to manipulating people, and she enjoyed putting people down.

"I don't know why I don't like those Daredevils," she would say to her roommates. "But there's something about them that gets me absolutely angry. I hate the way they just sit around on the stoop all the time. Why don't they go out and get a job and work someplace."

"You better watch out," Pricilla had been warned. "If you keep messing with them, they're going to get you. Those guys don't fool around. They're tough."

"I'm really scared," laughed Pricilla. "I can handle those monkeys any day. You know who interests me the most? It's that guy Richard who's the leader of that rat pack. I sure would like to clip his wings. It seems he could amount to something if only he was in the right hands.

Pricilla liked to control people. She especially enjoyed molding men. It had always been her dream to take a completely worthless individual and turn him into something worthwhile. From that standpoint, Richard looked like a prime specimen for her experimentation. In spite of his rough, wild appearance, there was something about him which made her go wild. She was sexually attracted by him, and often she would close her eyes and wonder what he felt like in bed. After a shower, she would rub up her cunt, dreaming about his wild, hard fingers.

I'm going to get him," she said to herself. "I won't let that fish get away. He's a real man. There are so few real men left in the world. If he's a little crazy, it doesn't matter. I'll reform him and make him what I want him to be."

With that idea in mind, Pricilla kept walking by the club headquarters waiting for a chance to talk to Richard alone. It was a warm, balmy day in June when such an opportunity presented itself to her. Richard was sitting all my himself on the stoop, sipping a can of soda pop, listening to his transistor radio. He was wearing leather pants, a blue, denim jacket, and hobnailed boots. His eyes were cold blue, and he stared with a disinterested attitude at the sky above. Wispy clouds rolled in and out from the east.

"Hi, rat face," said Pricilla, in a tone that was both harsh and gentle at the same time.

"Shove off bitch," replied Richard, spitting out into the gutter. He looked at Pricilla's smooth white skin. She was wearing a blue hot pants outfit that clung to the shapely curves of her voluptuous body. Her hair glistened in the bright sun. She wore round, dark sun glasses around her eyes.

"You really want me to go?" asked Pricilla. "I like you. Do you mind if I sit down and talk to you?"

"It's a free world," said Richard. "If you want to sit, then sit. I won't chase you away."

"Are you mad at me?" asked the girl.

"I'm not mad at you," laughed Richard. "But the Weasel is boiling mad. I wouldn't tangle with him. He's cut up girls for much less than what you did. He doesn't like the way you keep insulting him all the time."

"I'm just fooling around," replied Pricilla. "I really don't mean any of it."

"Don't lie. I know that you can't stand him. You can't stand any of us."

"Then why am I talking to you?" asked Pricilla.

"Because you're fascinated by bikers," replied Richard. "You're afraid of us, and at the same time you're fascinated by us. All women are the same. They walk by our headquarters, and they wiggle their little tails and they think that we're supposed to go crazy or something. I can't stand women. They're such damn bitches. They think that they're more important than anything. I would trade a million women, for a good, reliable bike."

"What about me?" asked Pricilla. "Do you think that I'm arrogant?"

"You're like all the rest," laughed Richard. "You're no different. What you need is a nice beating on your ass. That ought to bring you to your senses."

For no reason at all, Pricilla started to shiver. She couldn't explain the wildness that overwhelmed her. She felt aroused and her cunt seethed with raw sexual desire. She began to moan heavily. Her clitoris tingled and throbbed. Her forehead began to sweat, and her loins ached madly.

"What's the matter?" asked Richard. "You look kind of strange. You look like you're going to faint."

"It must be the heat," said Pricilla.

"No, don't lie to me," laughed the boy. "It's not the heat. That's not what's bothering you. I've noticed the way you look at me. You feel aroused, don't you?"

"Of all the nerve," cried Pricilla. "You have no right to talk to me that way. I happen to be a lady, and I don't like your insinuations."

"So shove off," laughed Richard. "You're just like all the rest. You think that you're hot shit, don't you. Well there are dozens of better looking women in this berg, and they sell for much cheaper. I don't like the way you put on airs. If you want to be my girl, you better watch yourself. Remember who the boss is."

"Who says that I want to be your girl?" asked Pricilla. "The only reason that I talk to you is because I feel sorry for you. You seem so lost and lonely, like you're looking for someone to help you out."

"I'm not lonely," replied Richard. "I got my friends, and I can depend on every one of them. They would lay down their lives for me, as I would lay down my life for them. We've got brotherhood, and that's the most important thing in the whole world. If you want to know who's lost, then I'll tell you."

"Who?" asked Pricilla. "You think that you're better off than I am? You think that your life is better than mine?"

"I sure do, baby," replied Richard. "I got my bike and my freedom. I come and go as I please. Nobody tells me what to do. If I want to go somewhere, I get on my bike and I'm off. That's what you call freedom. What have you got?"

"Stability," said Pricilla. "I've got stability and I've got substance. That's more important than freedom. I always see you hanging out on the stoop, drinking beer. Do you think that's what freedom is all about?"

Richard looked at the girl's moist red lips. He felt aroused and he could feel fire in his loins. His cock started to stiffen and soon it grew into a full blown erection. It strained against his pants, pushing wildly and madly. Richard could feel himself quivering all over. His mouth was dry, and he had a lump in his throat.

Suddenly, without warning, he took the girl's hand he began to tickle her palms in an obscene manner. She could have pulled away, and she wanted to. But she didn't. Instead she sat down close beside him, and she brushed her warm cheeks against his face.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked.

"Yeah," replied Richard. "Sure I want to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you from the first time that I saw you. You're a real hot bitch. You turn me on, like nobody turns me on."

'That's good to hear," whispered Pricilla, as she pressed her mouth to his. She could feel his long, lascivious tongue push through her lips and teeth, into her warm oral cavity. Her saliva mingled with his, and they rubbed their tongues together. Richard pressed his mouth hard against hers, and he began to rub her neck and her back.

"Wow, that sure feels good," cried Pricilla.

"Let's go inside," said Richard. "We got a nice big bed in the back room that's big enough for the two of us."

"No," said the girl. "I don't want to go."

"Why not?" asked Richard.

"Because I don't want to," said Pricilla adamantly. "I don't even know you. I mean, you really are just a stranger to me. Why the hell should I hop into bed with you?"

Richard was getting very, very angry. He didn't like the way this bitch was leading him on, and then refusing to put out. She was a cock teaser and he never cared for that type. He watched as she got up from the stoop and started to walk away. Suddenly, as fast as a wildcat, Richard reached out and he grabbed hold of her hand and he started to squeeze it real hard, almost to the breaking point.

"Let go," Pricilla screamed. "You're hurting me.

"Come on baby," said Richard. "I want you to come with me. I'm taking you into the clubhouse, so that the two of us can just have a little fun."

"You bastard," screamed Pricilla. "I told you, I don't want to go with you. I wouldn't go to bed with you, if you were the last man in the world."

"I'm not asking you," said Richard, in a cold, angry voice. "I'm not asking you what you want to do. I'm telling you that you're going to come with me and you better not try to get smart or anything, because it ain't very healthy."

"What are you going to do? Rape me?" asked Pricilla.

"If I have to," replied Richard. "Me and the gang have done it before. There are plenty of bitches just like you who think that they can tease and tease and still get away with it. It might work with those pansies that you go to school with, but it doesn't work when you're dealing with bikers. We're tough. We don't really think a whole lot about woman. We don't care about chivalry and that other romantic crap."

"You're a beast," screamed Pricilla. "You know, you're a real beast."

"Now, you're getting the idea," replied Richard. "Now you understand perfectly. Just last night me and the Weasel, and another guy raped this real beautiful girl near the parking lot at the shopping center on Broadway. She was a real good looking chick, and she turned us on. She thought that she could play with us, but she soon found out different."

"You raped a girl," asked Pricilla.

"Yeah," replied Richard, licking his tongue. "She couldn't have been older than fourteen or fifteen. Her name was Judy, and she was coming on real strong. You know, she asked us to give her a ride on our motorcycles, and she was flirting with all of us, and she started kissing us and squeezing her boobs in our face. She was ready to do everything, except what counted."

"What do you mean?" asked Pricilla.

"You know what I mean," replied Richard. "She was playing the whole mess of us for fools. She didn't want to fuck us. We asked her real nice, and she said that she didn't like the idea of getting gang banged. It wasn't her style."

"So what happened?" asked Pricilla, frightened.

"Well, we beat her up a little bit." There was a broad grin all across Richard's face, showing two broken front teeth. His hands were still tightly gripped around Pricilla's wrist and he made her sit down on the stoop, next to him. She saw that there was no point in trying to get away.

"You see," continued Richard. "We had to teach this girl a lesson. She can't just do what the hell she wants. We don't like it when girls fool around with us. It makes us very, very angry."

"So you raped her?"

"Yes, we raped her," replied Richard. "It's a very cruel world, and it don't pay to mess around. The Daredevils are a tough gang. Me and the Weasel and the Philadelphia Kid dragged her down to the parking lot. We ripped off her mini-skirt, and her panties and ripped this blazing pink silk blouse off her tits.

"She had great tits, too," continued Richard. "I've got to say this-I certainly felt a little sorry for her when I saw her breasts, so beautiful and white, because I knew they'd be a mess by the time we finished with her."

"Didn't she scream?" asked Pricilla. "Didn't someone come to help?"

"Hell, no," answered Richard. "I guess we were lucky at that, but we usually watch out for cops before we get ourselves into a rape scene. Also, in most of the places we choose, cops either don't exist or are afraid of us."

"The parking lot where we went that day was empty, anyway, and we were in between some cars, gagging the girl before we ever fucked her."

"Holy shit, Richard," moaned Pricilla, "didn't she even try to get away from you?"

"Of course she tried," smiled Richard. "But it didn't do much good. I mean, imagine yourself in the same situation, Pricilla. Try to think of yourself with three pretty burly guys, and then ask yourself again if escape would be possible."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," mumbled Pricilla. "I wouldn't have much chance, even against you."

"That's right, sweetheart," laughed Richard. "But don't worry about that yet."

"I won't," answered Pricilla. "Just finish your story."

"Nothing to finish. The three of us, well, we fucked the living daylights out of her. She tried to fight us, but we punched her in her mouth and in her eyes, till she just didn't have anymore fight left in her."

"Did you enjoy fucking her?" asked Pricilla.

"I loved it," said Richard. "So did the other guys. We all loved fucking her. She had the juiciest cunt in the whole world. She was wet as a bitch in heat. You should have seen the way she moved her little ass when I rammed my shaft into her. She was hopping up and down, like she was sitting on a bed of pins and needles."

"You're disgusting," screamed Pricilla. "I would have kicked you in the balls, if I had been in a similar position."

"We would have killed her," snarled Richard. "The Weasel don't take to girls who kick him in the nuts. Once a girl did it to him, so he poured acid in her face. She didn't look so pretty after that."

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Pricilla suddenly. "Are you going to torture me? Are you going to beat me, and pour acid in my face."

"No baby," smiled Richard. "I won't harm a hair on your head if you'll be nice and cooperative. You just be a nice girl and I'll treat you like a queen. As soon as you start acting like a bitch, I'll start getting angry. Then you'll be in a lot of trouble. You dig?"

Pricilla nodded. She felt like a little child as Richard led her by her hands up the stairs and into the clubhouse of the Daredevil Motorcycle Pack. Actually, the place was a decrepit five room apartment on the second floor of an old tenement. There was garbage on the floor, and flies and cockroaches walked around the place in complete freedom.

"You live here?" asked Pricilla. "This place looks like a junk heap."

"But it's home to me," laughed Richard. "And I'm very happy with it."

"Do you want to stay here all your life?" asked Pricilla.

"How the hell should I know," replied Richard. "I like to move around a lot. As soon as I get bored with this scene, I'll find myself something that's more compatible. Meanwhile, I like this place and I like my friends. It's home to me."

"What about the Weasel?" said Pricilla. "You like him too?"

"Sure, he's loyal," replied Richard. "He may be a little wierd, but that's all right with me. Everyone's got a problem. The important thing is that he's nice and dependable. I know that when I get into a jam, hell fish me out. I can count on that."

Pricilla listened to Richard, and she felt afraid inside. In the beginning she thought that she was dealing with ordinary boys. She had thought that she could control them. She had thought that she could make them do what she wanted them to do. But now she realized that she was wrong.

The bikers weren't ordinary tough guys that she could twist around her finger. They were a different breed, a more violent breed. In their society, women belonged in an inferior position. They didn't subscribe to the modern credo of romance. They weren't chivalrous or polite. They were wild pagans, and the bike and the open road were more important than anything to them.

"In another age," Richard said to her suddenly. "We would ride like Mongols, plundering and stealing and killing and raping."

"That's why people are afraid of bikers," said Pricilla. "You're a violent mob."

"If they stay out of our way, we don't do them any harm," replied Richard. "It's only when they get smart, and they think that they can mess with us that they get their faces bashed in. We aren't afraid of anything. We aren't scared of any man."

Pricilla cringed when she heard those words. She felt as though her insides were melting. Her soul was aflame with hot passions. She wanted to completely submit to this wild animal who stood in front of her. He seemed so strong and so sure of himself. She felt like a little child, shivering in her panties. Her cunt was wet and juicy, and her thighs trembled and quivered.

"Let's go," said Richard. 'The bedroom is this way. You'll find that it's nice and cozy."

Pricilla followed him in like a good little kitten. There was no longer any resistance left in her body. She just felt a vague, gnawing ache in her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed, pressing against her tight brassiere.

Richard closed the door behind them, and he made the girl sit down on the bed. He watched her as she shivered. Then, without any warning he opened up his fly, and pulled his long, hard cock out of his pants. Pricilla stared at it, as though she was staring at a shrine. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. It was at least nine inches long, and it was thick and succulent.

"You like it?" asked Richard. "There isn't a girl in the whole world that doesn't get turned on by my cock."

"Can I touch it?" asked Pricilla. "May I touch your cock."

"Sure, that's what it's here for," replied Richard, as he unbuckled his leather pants, and rolled them off. Underneath he was only wearing a pair of white jockey shorts. He rolled over, exposing his genitals.

"Ooooooh . . . " sighed Pricilla, trying hard to catch her breath. She had never been so aroused by the sight of a naked man. She watched as he rolled off his jacket and his shirt, so that he was completely naked, except for his hobnailed boots. He walked around like a king, with his head high in the air. His hands were hard and muscular, and his chest was covered with curly locks of hair.

Pricilla walked over and she grabbed his exposed phallus in her hands. She started to stroke it and rub it in a deliberately provocative manner. She pinched the tip of his penis, and she patted it, and slapped it with her soft, smooth white fingers. She manipulated his testicles, until the long, semi-soft penis stiffened and hardened into a full blown erection.

"You got one hell of a beautiful cock," she said. "You got the most beautiful cock in the whole world. You know what I want to do?"

"What?" asked Richard.

"I want to bend over it and kiss it and suck it, and bite it so that you scream like a mad dog." The girl was trembling as she spoke. This was the first honest thing that she had said the whole afternoon. This was the first honest thing that she had said all of her life.

"So you suck?" asked Richard.

"No," replied the girl. "I've never sucked anyone's cock before in my whole life. I've had plenty of offers, but I always thought that it wasn't sanitary. Now I changed my mind. I think that it would be a wonderful experience."

The girl bent over Richard and she swallowed his phallus into her mouth. She laved it with her tongue, lubricating it with her thick, wet saliva. She massaged the tip with her round, red lips. She bit on his tender flesh with her teeth, and with her gums. She was a little awkward at first, because she had never administered a blow-job before. This was her first time, although it probably wouldn't be her last time.

Pricilla bit into his cock with all her might, until the biker finally screamed at the tip of his lungs. His face was twisted with pain, and he was shivering all over.

"Hey," he said. "Why the hell don't you take it easy. I don't want you to damage the goods. My cock is very, very sensitive. I don't like the way you bite into it like it was a frankfurter that you can buy off of some street vendor. Try to be a little more careful."

"I'm sorry," said the girl, brushing back her long, flowing blonde locks. "Maybe it would be better if I get undressed. I don't feel comfortable, with all of my clothes on. It makes me feel cheap."

"All right," laughed the gang leader. "Get that hot pants outfit off."

The girl complied readily. She gave his cock one last, loving kiss and then she got up off of her knees. Richard sat down on the bed and watched as she stripped. First she unbuttoned her gray and black blouse, folding it carefully over the side of a wooden chair. Then she reached behind her and she undid her white brassiere, slipping the shoulder straps across her arms. She waited a second, finally pulling off the cups of her brassiere, exposing her milky white breasts.

"Shit!" exclaimed Richard. "You've got the biggest pair of boobs that I ever did see. They're so beautiful and they're so perfectly white that I just want to roll over and jump for joy."

Pricilla smiled happily. She was proud of her physical endowments. She had a high, round bosom and she liked to entice men. She could see that Richard was beginning to dribble from his mouth. His cock was throbbing and pumping, as though it had a life that was all its own.

The girl started to massage her breasts in a provocative manner. She brushed them with her fingers and then with her smooth, soft palms. All the while she was dancing around the room, gyrating her hips and her pelvis. She swayed back and forth, like a cheap gutter tramp. She felt as though she had suddenly been transformed, she had become a different woman. She could no longer control her sexual passions, she was being swallowed up by her own heat, and she felt very, very good about the whole thing. She was thrilled, right down to her marrow.

"Come on," said Richard, slapping his thighs. "Stop fucking around, bitch. Get your clothes off."

"In a second," said the girl.

"Do it now," growled Richard. "I'm going to teach you how to take orders. You've got to learn how to listen to a man. The trouble nowadays is that too many women wear the pants around the house."

"Yes," said Pricilla. "That's true. That's why I like you. You're not like my other boyfriends. You're not afraid of me. I hate men that are afraid of me. I can't respect any of them. All my life I've been looking for a man that I could respect. All my life I've been searching for a man that I could admire."

"So move your ass," screamed Richard. "I'm tired of waiting so long for you to strip naked. My cock hungers for your cunt. I want to fuck you till you go crazy."

The girl unclasped the bottom of her hot pants outfit, rolling the tight shorts over her buttocks and her creamy white thighs, letting them fall in a puddle at her ankles. She picked the gray pants up and she folded them neatly over the side of the chair, next to her blouse.

Now she was only wearing a pair of black silk panties that were stained at the crotch. Richard could see the lips of her cunt through the thin, flimsy undergarment. He was filled with desire. The whole room was filled with the smell of Pricilla's wet pussy.

"Come on," screamed Richard. "I can't stand it any longer."

"What do you want?" asked Pricilla, playing hard to get.

"I want your cunt," replied Richard.

"How badly?"

"I want it real bad," said the boy, shaking his legs in an obscene manner. "Come on, get those panties off so that I can get me a good look."

Pricilla could see that Richard was anxious. That made her glad. She liked to entice her men. She liked to keep them hanging. She liked to see them struggling, like wild beasts in a cage.

"Here we go," she said, licking her lips with her tongue. She grabbed the elastic waistband of her black silk panties and she tugged gently on them, rolling them over the hump of her belly, across the roundness of her sweet, white buttocks. She pulled the stained panties across her creamy white thighs, past the smoothness of her shapely calves, down to her ankles.

"Voila.. . " she exclaimed, as she turned around and around, just like a model, displaying her goods. "Do you like what you see?"

"I like it real fine," said Richard, staring first at her long legs, and then at her high breasts.

"Let me have your panties," he said suddenly.

"What are you going to do with them?" asked the girl.

"I'm going to smell them," he replied. "I just love to smell a woman's panties. It's a little habit that I developed from when I was living in the orphanage. There was a middle aged woman who worked there, who liked me a lot. She used to take me into bed with her whenever she had the chance. She would make me put my face between her legs and smell her cunt. Sometimes she would throw her panties into my face, and make me smell them. She was around forty years old, but she could never get enough of a good thing. She was the hottest bitch that I ever did see."

"You sure led an interesting life," smiled Pricilla, as she threw her panties to Richard. He picked them up and he pressed them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the sweet feminine scent that emanated from the thin, wet undergarment. He licked the crotch, and he kissed it and bit into it, sucking out every drop of juice that he could extract.

His head was swimming in circles. His eyes were going round and round. He had never felt like this in his entire life. He was aroused with wild, hungry passions. He could feel his balls and his cock quivering and trembling. His mouth was dry and parched, and his underarms were beginning to sweat.

"Did you like the way my panties smelled?" asked Pricilla.

"Yes," replied Richard. "I loved the way your panties smelled. They were all covered with pussy juice. You sure do get wet."

"I'm always wet," laughed Pricilla. "I suppose that I might as well tell you everything that there is to know about me. At the mere sight of a man, I get all wet in my cunt. Sometimes I walk in the street, and I'm shaking all over. I love men who wear tight pants. I like to look at their crotch, to see if they've got a hard-on or not."

"You're quite a gal," laughed Richard.

"You want to look at my cunt?" asked Pricilla, as she wiggled her behind in a provocative manner. Her breasts jiggled up and down, and her hips and thighs were swaying and gyrating to a wild, erotic beat. Pricilla couldn't remember a time when she had been so madly aroused.

"Come on," screamed Richard. "Show me your cunt. I want to get a good look at it."

The girl smiled as she spread her legs wide apart. She arched her back ever so slightly, exposing her raw, red genitalia to Richard's insistent gaze. The leader of the pack stared at the slit between her legs with an awkward fascination. He had never seen anything so delightful. He had never seen anything so absolutely beautiful.

He jumped up from the bed and he leaped at her, grabbing her around the waist. Richard pressed his lips to her mouth, inserting his tongue into her oral cavity. He rubbed it against the hard ridges of her upper palate, and against her teeth, and the inside of her cheeks. He kept massaging her back, running his fingers up and down her spine.

Pricilla quivered when Richard grabbed the cheeks of her ass in his palms and spread them wide apart, squeezing and hugging and fondling them. As he kissed her neck, and and the hollow of her throat, he inserted his fingers into her asshole.

"Wow!" he said, as he pushed his fingers up her rectum. "You've got the tightest little ass in the whole world."

"Is that a compliment?" asked Pricilla.

"You bet," replied the man. "I just love your ass. It's so soft and so white. I want to bend over and bite into it until you scream like an animal."

"Anhhhhh . . . " cried Pricilla, wiggling her fanny back and forth and round and round.

Richard started to kiss her breasts, burying his face in her cleavage. He bit her nipples and was amazed when they stiffened and hardened into two hard, ripe cherries. He was delighted by them, and he was thrilled right down to his marrow.

Slowly his face descended across her body, past her flat, milky white stomach, onto the slight bulge of her soft tummy. He reached her navel, inserting his tongue into her belly button, pressing it and licking it and sucking on it in an almost obscene manner.

"Anhhhhh . . . " cried the girl, as she closed her eyes and writhed. Her arms were flung into the air, and her blonde hair was in total disarray.

"That's a good little bitch," laughed Richard as he continued his descent across her naked female body. He reached the soft tangle of pubic fur that grew like a tree underneath her belly button. His tongue passed through this thick, luscious jungle, passing over her soft mound of Venus, falling between her juicy white thighs.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed the girl, as Richard proceeded to kiss her loins and her thighs. He had never tasted such a savory dish. Slowly his face climbed up, towards the wet, red slit between her legs.

Pricilla's cunt lips were aching and burning with a mad, erotic passion. Her clitoris throbbed wildly, bouncing up and down like a Mexican jumping bean. Richard sucked up this tiny, nerve studded pearl, biting and licking it deliciously. He grabbed it between his sharp white teeth, and he pressed on it gently. He was careful not to hurt it, because he knew how delicate this honey drop was.

"Don't worry about a thing," he whispered, as he threw his arms around her buttocks. He started to squeeze them, and pinch them and rub them and massage them. Meanwhile he exerted an exhilarating friction against the surface of her raw, juicy clitoris, by rubbing his tongue against it. The girl writhed in sexual pain. She had never experienced anything comparable to the bliss which stirred in her body at this very moment.

"Oh fuck.. . " she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh shit! Oh shit!"

Richard kissed the girl's vagina, by pressing his lips, against the wet, swollen lobes of her cunt. He massaged the opening to her garden with his tongue and with his mouth, finally darting past gates, into the deep, wide hole. His tongue pushed into her pussy, and he licked her up just like a wild dog. He lapped up every drop of precious syrup that dripped out of the honey pot. He inhaled, breathing deeply, filling his nose with the wonderful feminine scent that emanated from her vaginal orifice.

"Ooooooohhhh . . . " cried the woman, as he kissed her cunt again and again in a tender and loving fashion. She had never been kissed like this before, and she was aching all over. She could feel every muscle in her body tightening up. She felt like she was gripped in a strangle hold. She wanted to feel the man's penis inside of her.

"Now," she finally exclaimed. "I want you now. I want you to fill my hole. I want you to stuff my box with your big dick. Give it to me the way you know I like it. Fill me up, so that I can't stand it. Please fill me up."

Pricilla was tearing at her hair in a desperate manner. Richard had never seen a woman in such a condition. She looked like a wild animal, lost in a different world. He kissed her cunt one last time, and then he bounced up from his knees. He threw his arms around her waist and he picked her up and threw her upon the bed in a brutal savage way.

The woman writhed and twisted on the cold sheets. Richard pulled off his boots and he jumped in after her. He pinned her to the mattress, pushing his legs between her thighs. He made her spread them open, so that the crack of her cunt was easily accessible to his thrusting penis.

"Ohhhhh . . . " the woman cried, arching her back slightly. She bucked her cunt, preparing for Richard's shaft. The biker thrust his cock into her with all of his might. His aim was straight and true. It cut into her womb, like a hot knife. As soon as she felt his phallus inside of her, she closed her legs like a clam, and she twined herself around him. She pulled him deeper and deeper inside of her cavern, moaning and panting like a wild animal.

"Shit," she screamed, after only a couple of minutes.

She could feel herself approaching her orgasm. She was gasping for breath, filling her lungs with air. Every nook and cranny of her female body was ablaze with a wild, uncontrollable passion. She was shaking and shivering all over. She was scratching and biting like a wild beast.

Richard could feel her underneath him. Her breasts burned into his chest like two hot coals. She was sucking him into her body with all of her might. She dug her fingernails into his back and she ripped and scratched until the blood was running in rivers. Richard cried out with pain. He wanted to kill her.

"Why don't you lie still?? ? ? " he asked. "Why can't you act like a woman?"

Pricilla didn't hear a word that he was saying. She wasn't interested in him or in his words. The only thing that mattered was her own sexual pleasure. She behaved like a tornado. She twisted and turned all over the bed. She tried to throw Richard off, and climb on top of him. The classic struggle between male and female was in progress at this moment.

Richard realized that his honor and position as a man was at stake at this point, so he tried to keep her down. He held her with all of his might. But it was like holding a cosmic force. Her sexuality had given her the strength of a thousand men. Pricilla felt that she could destroy the world if she only wanted to. She felt strong and powerful. There was nothing that she could not do.

"AWihhhhhh . . . " she screamed at the top of her lungs, pushing Richard off of her after a great and deadly struggle. She climbed on top of him, and she moved back and forth over his phallus. She could feel his big, hard cock inside of her cunt and it made her shiver.

"Ohhhhhh . . . " she cried, again and again, as she gyrated her hips and pelvis to the strong erotic beat inside of her body.

Richard used all of his strength to push her over, and finally managed to gain the ascendancy. The two lovers rolled across the mattress and the sheets, like wrestlers, gaining top position and then losing it. The struggle that went on in the bed resembled a wild battle more than a love match. Pricilla scratched and bit and clawed at Richard's body. Richard, in turn, pinched and squeezed and ripped at her with all of his might. He kept pumping his cock into her deep, wet hole as he embraced her in a sweaty hug.

"Ahhhhhhh . . . " cried the woman, feeling herself approaching her orgasm. "I'm almost there. Just keep it coming. Just keep hanging it into me."

Richard's long, hard penis pressed deeper and deeper into her womb. The pace increased toward the end. The boy used all of the strength in his body. Finally, after a great deal of pain, Pricilla finally achieved her orgasm. Her cunt began to buck wildly. Her insides were shaking. A warm, soothing glow rippled across her back, pinching her breasts and her buttocks. Pricilla screamed and shouted at the top of her lungs, making no attempt to conceal the pleasure which she was feeling.

At that very moment, as Pricilla suffered through the agonies of her own orgasm, Richard achieved his climax. His stiff cock began to throb, and burn like a hot ember. Suddenly, and without any warning he ejaculated. The semen came barreling out of the tip of his penis in short, rapid machine gun bursts. The thick, sweet white cream, filled Pricilla's box with a wild, exciting passion.

"Wooooooooooooooooooo . . . " she exclaimed at the top of her lungs. "Oh shit!! ! ! ! ! Oh fuck!! ! ! ! ! "

Richard's seed felt like hot electric bolts, and Pricilla was quivering all over with the shakes. She could feel a sharp, stabbing pain in her breasts and in her buttocks and in her raw, juicy cunt. She breathed heavily, finally falling back exhausted, after it was all over.

"Did you like it?" asked Richard, afterwards. His cock was still inside of her cunt, but it was beginning to recede, and shrivel up.

"It was great," replied Pricilla. "I never thought that it could be that good."

"How many different men have you done it with?? ?

The girl looked up at him.

"A few," replied the girl. "I've done it a couple of times in high school and a couple of times in college. But you gave me the best fuck that I ever got. You made me feel it all over. I never had an orgasm like that in my whole life. It was as though my very insides were being ripped out. I tell you, I almost went crazy with wild excitement."

"Very good," laughed Richard, as he got out of bed. He put on his shirt and his boots and he went to the bathroom to take a piss. Pricilla also got dressed.

The girl rolled on her panties, stepped into her hot pants, prancing in front of the full length mirror like a proud mare. Afterwards she strapped on her brassiere, and got into her blouse. She brushed back her hair, and put on a little make-up that she got out of her pocket book.

"Now I look presentable," she said to herself.

When Richard returned from the bathroom, he looked at her and he whistled.

"Wow," he said. "You look real good. You look absolutely delicious."

He walked over to her and he pinched her on the ass. He massaged her buttocks softly and tenderly, nibbling at her ear, and kissing her on the erogenous regions of her neck.

"Do you like me?" asked Pricilla.

"Sure I do," replied Richard. "You're all right as far as I'm concerned. Do you want to be my girl?"

"I don't know?? ? " said Pricilla. "How would you treat me if I was your girl?"

"I would treat you the way you deserved to be treated," replied Richard. "No better and no worse. If you act like a bitch, then I would treat you like a bitch. If you act good, then I treat you good."

"I'll think about it," laughed Pricilla. "It may not be such a great idea as far as I'm concerned."

"You think about it," said Richard, as he slapped her across her face. "I'll beat the living shit out of you while you think about it."

Richard knew that she needed to be taught a lesson. He slapped her on her face and he punched her in her stomach. When she fell to the floor, he kicked her again and again. She was struggling and crying like a baby. Richard had no mercy. He knew that in order to control a woman, one had to be firm with them.

Richard waited.

"Well," he finally said. "Have you made your mind up bitch. Do you want to be my girl or not?"

Pricilla looked up at him and nodded, "Yes." She got up, off the floor and she ran into his arms, and she cried all over him.

"I love you," she said. "I really love you. You're the only man in the whole world that I've ever loved."

Richard laughed to himself, patting her on the buttocks.

'That's a good girl," he said. "You can stop crying. It doesn't pay for you to cry. I'm right here and I'm going to take real good care of you. You don't have to worry about a damn thing."

"Are you going to beat me all the time?" asked Pricilla. "I'm not used to getting beaten. No one has ever beaten me in my whole life."

'That's your whole problem," said Richard. "You're a spoiled bitch. You've been getting your own way too much. I'm going to change that. From now on you're going to be doing what I tell you to do. If you step out of line, then you'll get beaten so bad that you'll wish that you've never been born. That's how our gang operates. We don't show mercy as far as women are concerned. They step out of line, then they get kicked in the teeth. Do you understand?"

"I understand," replied Pricilla, whimpering and shaking like a little child. She felt very cold. She didn't know what she was getting into. Somehow she felt that it was all going to come to a bad end.