Chapter 4
In a remote part of Laurel Canyon, at the end of a winding dirt road, a dilapidated shack stood nearly hidden in the thick bushes and trees. To the untutored eye, the cabin looked deserted. There seemed to be no sign of life anywhere. Yet, hidden in the bushes was an old white delivery truck, and next to it a "chopper," a rebuilt Harley-Davidson motorcycle with all the features of a typical "outlaw" machine: Long exaggerated front, low-slung seat, plenty of chrome and bright enamel paint. On the door of the shack was a painted death's-head, insignia of the Satan's Studs. The early afternoon California sun beat down unmercifully on the weathering wood of the shack.
Inside, Spyder sat at a crude table, straddling a chair and swigging down the contents of a beer can. Across from him, just below the shack's only window, lay Lori Taylor, sprawled out unconscious on a cot. The rest of the one room shack contained only mattresses strewn about for club orgies, an old refrigerator, and motorcycle parts. The smell of grease and oil hung in the air. The only light other than the thin sunlight that barely filtered through the dirty window was an overhead bulb that cast a sickly yellowish cast over everything. The walls were strewn with hastily pasted up magazine pictures of nude women, motorcycles, and other outlaw clubs: Hell's Angels, Diablo's, Road Burners...
Spyder drank a hefty swallow of the warm beer and some of it spilled down his mouth, dripping onto his naked chest and jeans. He sat dressed only in his Levi's and boots. His "colors", the cutoff denim jacket with the club emblem, hung on a nail near the door. The muscular cyclist watched as Lori lay sleeping, dressed in the clothes he had found her in that morning; the blouse that tied at the waist and her hip-hugger jeans.
She's a fuckin' pretty chick, he admitted, watching her sleeping like a baby ... as if nothing had happened that morning.
He felt exultant that the first stage of his carefully planned revenge had gone without a hitch. The outlaw and his pals had spies at Bill's law office, so when his unexpected appointment with Edy Randall came up, it was immediately decided that this was the weekend to put the plan into action. The first step was the kidnap-rape of his wife. Now. his eyes hungrily drinking in her voluptuous young body stretched prone on the low cot, her rich dark brown hair spilling like melted chocolate on the mattress and surrounding her head like a halo, her radiant face calm with slumber, Spyder felt a strange pang of ... of "understanding" begin to penetrate his brain. He had already fucked her up the ass and dug it, and now he was planning even more lurid events for his vengeance; yet her body, with it's firmly thrust breasts and curving hips, the long tapering legs that were as graceful as a magazine model's seemed unexpectedly vulnerable to him.
Oirist, man, you 're going soft, he thought to himself as he swallowed more beer. They didn't have no pity for Sal, did they?
With growing bitterness he remembered the sensational trial. They had railroaded Sal into jail, he was sure of it, with a determination that was less a process of justice than it was a vendetta from the "straight" world against all outlaw motorcyclists.
Those goddamn uptight bastards won't be happy till they get every one of us behind bars.
To Spyder the straight world meant suits and ties, holding down a boring nine-to-five job, kissing the behind of the boss whenever you needed a break, marriage that turned into a rut of disappointment and unhappiness. His parents, good Irish stock, had toed the line all their lives. They had run a little grocery store and had done their best to raise their son to be an upright citizen. But he had seen them struggling year after year for a little money and saw it get them nowhere. Then, when they couldn't meet a mortgage payment on the store the bank swooped down and foreclosed without giving them even a decent chance to get the money together. Then they watched as a freeway was built right through their old property. The brink got all the money that should have been rightly theirs. After that, Spyder saw no reason to stick to the straight and narrow. He had taken up with the Satin's Studs from the minute he ran into them in a bar in Venice, near Santa Monica. They were tough, they were raunchy, they had a code of honor that made more sense to him than anything he had seen in the straight world.
The outlaw gang had accepted him immediately; instinctively they recognized his ability for leadership, and within a year of his joining, they made him president; it was a position he enjoyed and handled well. The Studs were his whole life now. He was rarely out of uniform, his "colors" and "originals". His days were spent working on his bike, making runs with the club, or fucking Man, that's one of the best features of this life, he mused leeringly, all the pussy you can handle.
For Snyder not only enjoyed the favors of his regular girl, Rina, who was barely seventeen, but was free to screw anybody he wanted...any of the other cyclists "mama's" or the sex-starved chicks from Los Angeles that found their way regularly to the Studs clubhouse. He was surprised, he remembered, when he first joined the club, how many women, straight women, housewives and career women alike, were eager to get fucked by some cyclist's big cock. They had come out of the city in an almost endless stream. . . drawn by lurid tales from the newspapers, or magazines...hoping to bring some excitement into their hum-drum housewifery lives, eager to have some brute in dungarees fuck them silly. Spyder smiled a slow leering grin, remembering the endless orgies, the availability of tender pussy flesh wherever and whenever he wanted it! His mammoth cock jerked excitedly against the fraying denim of his jeans as his brain flooded with images of cunt and fucking. His eyes darted to the sleeping young housewife.
Yeah, baby, it's your turn now!
The sympathy he had felt before faded, and his actions were governed now by his dark animal instincts and desire for revenge.
"Hey bitch," he called, "rise and shine."
At first the dark-haired girl didn't hear him. Since blacking out in her apartment after he had taken her brutally in the anus, she had remained unconscious.
"BITCH!" he shouted.
Suddenly Lori's eyes flew open. Fear flashed across her face as she realized she was no longer in her comfortable apartment. Gasping, she sat up on the cot, then was almost overwhelmed by a spasm of pain that throbbed mercilessly from her back regions.
"Oh God . . ." she moaned. "Where am I?"
"Easy ... me and a couple of the boys rolled you up in a rug, and carried you right out the back entrance into the delivery truck. Nobody said a fuckin' word."
He laughed uproariously at his success.
Lori's head began to pound; she felt slightly sick and wanted more than anything to go home. She wanted to be with Bill, to have her tall husband hold her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be all right.
Maybe. . . maybe, she realized in a flash, I'll never see him again. Oh God! OH GOD!
Stark terror rolled through her like a clap of thunder and her shapely young body shuddered in fear. Tears started coming to her eyes.
"None of that," Spyder snarled. "You've cried enough tears to drown an army. It's bullshit!"
At his words, the young wife abruptly stopped weeping. Who was this lewd, hulking barbarian? Why did he have such power over her?
"You know," he continued, "you're not a bad looking piece of ass. How about a beer?"
"No ... no ... no ... " she stuttered, "I don't think so."
"Okay," he said, "then how about sucking my cock?"
Lori's eyes widened. With a little cry she drew back on the bed, mortally afraid.
"Wh... what?" she asked in an alarmed voice.
"I said how about sucking my cock! You know what cock is don't you?" he asked, rising and unzipping his tight denims. Leering obscenely, he withdrew his thickly muscled penis, already half-erect with lusty anticipation. "My prick! I want you to put your sweet soft lips around it and suck me till I cum in your mouth!"
Lori's brain reeled at his suggestion. She had never done such a thing, even with her husband. She had never even considered it. To do something like that, to actually take his "thing" in her mouth was dirty and vile! Menacing visions of Aunt Dorothy once again swirled through her brain making her reel with terror.
"No . .. NO!" she pleaded. "I can't!"
"Sure you can, baby," he said, putting down the beer and walking slowly towards her stroking his rapidly awakening maledom. "And I'll bet you're going to be like all the other chicks and even get to love it!"
The terrified young housewife cringed against the wooden wall behind the cot, as he came toward her slowly, menacingly, jerking his massively pulsating flesh to full erection. Her eyes were riveted to the throbbing monstrosity and its thick blood-engorged veins that stood out under the thin membrane of skin.
He actually wants me to take it in my mouth! OH NO! MY GOD!
"Come on baby, suck it!"
Running his tongue across his lips, Spyder slowly unbuckled his "originals" and let them fall to his ankles: then with a muscular arm he reached out and grabbed her roughly by the hair.
"Oooooohh!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
"I said suck it, cunt!"
Harshly he shoved her face right into his naked loins. Lori could smell the pungent male odor that rose from his genitals, and she was repelled by it. I CAN'T, I CAN'T, her mind screamed.
But Spyder gripped her again mercilessly by the hair and pressed her mouth against his gorged penis.
"I SAID SUCK IT! NOW!!"
There was no way out of it. Lori knew she had to surrender. The bulbous, ruddy head of his long hard penis was brushing obscenely against her lips as the savage outlaw motorcyclist towered above her, waiting for her to lick and suck his mighty pillar of maledom. She tightened her mouth in fear, refusing to allow the vile object to penetrate her mouth. But Spyder gave a sharp twist to her hair.
"AAAGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed. "ALL RIGHT! I'll do it! Don't hurt me anymore. Please!"
Knowing what she was being forced to do, a wave of shame washed through her and the sweat of fear broke out on her forehead. Timidly she reached up and pulled back the soft foreskin, fully exposing the pulsing red knob. She shivered as her lips closed around the huge acorn-like tip. The feel of the rubbery, taut skin against her lips was at once dirty and, unexpectedly...thrilling!
Spyder moaned aloud as he felt her softly wet lips take the head of his cock into her warm mouth. He loved to be sucked off, and waves of randy lust surged through his entire body, at the thought of this helpless little housewife - all goodie-goodness and innocence - being forced to blow him. He jutted his hips forward, holding her by the head as she sat on the cot before him, and began to push his lust-thickened cock deeper into the hot wet cavern of her mouth. Lori timidly nibbled and probed at the intruding spear.
"Harder," he snarled, gripping her hair viciously, "suck it harder!"
Responding to his commands like an automaton, she began to suck his impatiently jerking penis with her mouth as he moved back and forth, swinging his hips lewdly, each time pushing his hard flesh farther and farther into her oral cavity. Lori kept fighting back a raging sense of loathing and disgust. The agonized young wife noted dimly the cruel irony of the situation; she had always been afraid of the powers of unleashed, savage sexuality, and now she was face to face with it, caught in a furious hurricane of lust. She was used to being treated tenderly and politely, as a lady - at least until last night: and now she was once again being brutalized in the most degrading fashion possible. She couldn't understand why, and yet, despite her deep disgust, there was a certain vulgar excitement to the callous way Spyder treated her. The enforced submission seemed to strike a note of familiarity in her, as if she had been waiting for it, wanting it secretly all her life.
Suddenly Spyder shoved his rock-hard cock deeply into her mouth, nearly gagging her. This new thrust made her pull away instinctively, but he tightened his grip on her hair, and she was forced to take his thickly elongated shaft almost to the back of her throat. She was beginning to perspire now, and her clothes were damp with it, as she licked and sucked his hot hard flesh, trying to please him as best she could despite her shame and loathing. She could feel the pulsating veins along the muscular length of his cock, and she nearly choked as he savagely rammed the steel-hard stalk into her mouth. Instinctively she began to realize that it was foolish for her to resist, that there was no escape; her best hope lay in surrender, in giving in totally to what was happening. Perhaps if she pleased him he would show her mercy, let her go free! Little by little she began to relax her jaw and mouth muscles, and to forcefully suck at the massive rod in rhythm to his pumping hips. The cringing girl could taste the little saliva droplets of pre-cum on her tongue as the warm fleshy knob of his wetly glistening cock moved in and out.
Spyder slid his long shaft slowly in and out, fully enjoying the feeling of her wet, warm lips working like a moistly clasping pussy around his prick. He savored the raunchy, lewd sensation of her teeth rubbing lightly against the sensitive underside of his cock, and he began to increase his tempo as lust rose in him like a column of fire.
Gazing down at the terrified young girl sucking him furiously, he realized that she had never done such a thing in her life, and the lewd thought gave him a tremendous sense of power and dominance. This was his revenge on the straight world, tearing right through the mask of hypocrisy and false prudishness to the reality of erotic excitement. If this chick was like all the other housewives and straight broads he's known, then it was only a matter of time before she realized there was real enjoyment to be had in his world. And if she didn't realize it, then that was too fuckin' bad, because he sure did.
Wild with sensuality, he suddenly buried his powerfully pulsating penis up to the hilt in Lori's warmly soft mouth.
"SUCK MY COCK, YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF PUSSY!" he shouted obscenely.
Lori almost choked on this last brutal charge, but something had begun to happen to her. Involuntarily, from somewhere in the darkest corner of her mind, a new feeling began to overtake her, a wave of savagely, hotly eager delight started to destroy the shame and disgust she felt. It was a sort of perverse land of...enjoyment. . . yet! That was the word...she was almost beginning to enjoy what was happening to her!
No, her mind shouted in turmoil, how can it be? This is against all principles of decency and morality, I mustn't enjoy it, I MUSTN'T!
Yet despite her mute inner protest, a blazing, vulgar vision began to unfold in her mind as she closed her eyes and continued to suck Spyder's long hard cock. She saw herself, in her mind's eyes, as a prostitute...alluring, and totally desirable...and she was sucking a customer's penis. He was a barbarian from ancient times ... a crude, barbarous animal who had captured her and forced her into this whorish position ... but she liked it. SHE LIKED IT!
She saw herself on a downtown street in the middle of Los Angeles kneeling in front of Spyder in broad daylight. She was naked and everyone looked on...including...including Bill! Her husband! For a moment the lewd vision almost shocked Lori into reality, but she was so overwhelmed with pornographic dreams that it was soon swept away. She began to feel sexy and provocative in a way she had never felt before!
I'm licking and tasting the penis of a filthy motorcycle kidnapper, she thought to herself, and I love it! I LOVE IT!.
She became consumed, overwhelmed by the vividness of her new-found sexual identity, and before she knew what she was doing she began to suck Spyder's massively heated shaft with new abandon. With mounting excitement the young wife worked over his long fleshy tool with eagerly smacking lips. What had been revolting and loathsome only minutes ago now began to take hold of her with demonic force. Her whole body began to palpitate and her heart beat wildly against her chest. She was no longer Lori, a meek, demure housewife. Now she was the wild lover of a brute outlaw, submerged in a devastating sea of forbidden excitement.
"Mmmmmmm...." she moaned, "MMMMMMMMMMNN!"
Spyder could feel the change in her attitude. So, I was right! The bitch is starting to dig it! Far out! Then let's go to town, baby!
'That's it, cunt, suck my cock like nobody's business!"
He began to pump his hips back and forth faster and faster, his body trembling with lust. Lori slavered greedily over his pulsing tool, then slid her warmly eager open mouth down over his huge, throbbing balls while her hands continued to massage the cock. The hairy, round sacs filled her mouth with hot pulsing flesh as her moistened lips savored every inch of his sperm-filled nuts. She couldn't get enough of him. This was better than anything she had known before, far better than with her husband. With a deep groan, she abandoned herself completely to the obscene act...The shamelessly aroused wife had no idea she had a witness, or she might not have been so abandoned.
Outside the shack, peeking in the window, a buxom young girl of about seventeen was excitedly watching the sensual scene taking place inside.
So, Spyder's got another young chick to suck him off! Great! What a man he is!
The girl was dressed in tight dungarees, high leather lace-up boots, and a man's T-shirt. She too, wore a cutoff jacket, with the Satan's Stud's death's-head stitched to the back.
Rina, she thought to herself, you sure got yourself a real good boyfriend with Spyder!
She was not at all repelled by the actions of the motorcycle gang leader. She enjoyed it quite a bit. As far as she was concerned anything Spyder wanted to do was fine as long as he buried that huge cock of his into her own warmly receptive pussy from time to time. But there was no problem there - far from it! Spyder was ready to fuck anytime, day or night! His gargantuan shaft of hot male flesh was inexhaustible. As the young nymphet watched the pretty, straight-looking chick sucking her crude lover's cock, the girl's hands flew instinctively to the crotch of her jeans and she began to massage her pussy through the tight faded material.
Inside the shack, Lori was trembling with new-found sensations. She was lost, beyond the reach of her conscious mind; she was a sucking, licking madwoman, a slave-captive anxious to please her muscularly domineering master! As Spyder's cruelly plunging strokes came faster and faster, so did her sucking become more hungry and devouring. She had completely lost her identity as Lori Taylor. She was Spyder's whore! ALL SHE WANTED TO DO WAS SUCK HIS COCK!
Spyder felt a surging sensation gush through his throbbing balls as his hot semen began to wind its way through his aching inflated sacs ....
He's going to cum soon, Rina thought as she watched through the window. She could tell by the way his body began to jerk and his eyes closed to enjoy his mounting orgasm. She loved to watch him cum ... either with her or other chicks. The teenager continued to feverishly rub the crotch of her jeans. Even though she had been there a few seconds, her tight little pussy was moist, ready and eager to have an orgasm as she watched her brute of a lover cum wildly in a strange woman's mouth.
"Oooooohhhhh...." she moaned to quake with the surging tide of his orgasm, then it inundated him.
'AAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHH! I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMMMMMING!"
In total accord, Lori felt her own eagerly twitching pussy beginning to vibrate with sympathetic excitement. Juices poured forth from her throbbing inner cuntal walls as she continued to suck greedily at Spyder's wildly jerking penis. Suddenly, the thick cum burst forth like a cannon blast from his iron-hard shaft, and she felt the hot liquid fill her mouth ... at first she was repelled, this was a totally new sensation, but within seconds the loathing changed to delight as she gulped his manly essence with relish, sucking and pulling at his pulsating cock with tightly compressed lips while Spyder rammed his lust-thickened cudgel into her in the convulsive throes of orgasm.
''OOOOOOHHHHHH BB BBBB AAAAABBBBBEEEEEEE!" he bellowed with delight, feeling his white-hot load spurt out of his manhood and into the warmly sucking interior of her mouth.
Outside, Rina massaged her wantonly writhing loins with mounting excitement, feeling the material of her jeans wet with female juice as she reached her climax automatically at the sight of her boyfriend's lewd explosion.
Suck my lover off, suck him off good, she thought deliriously, as rippling waves of erotic sensation surged through her.
Inside the shack Lori greedily devoured the pungent male essence. Her own heatedly aroused vagina was boiling with excitement and to her shuddering surprise, she felt herself cumming spontaneously.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhnnnnnn...." she mewled as she continued to suck his massively jerking penis dry, "mmmmmnnnnnn Gradually, Spyder felt the last of his impatiently churning cum draining from the softening rod, and he slowly withdrew his warmly moist shaft from her heated velvet-soft mouth.
Lori looked up at him like a little girl, licking the last heady drop of his semen from her lips; her throat felt warm and relaxed from the massive orgasm, and her body seemed to be less tense.
"How'd you like it, bitch? Want to suck me off again?"
Suddenly, at his words, Lori realized the full extent of what she had done. Loathing herself, she turned away from him as a cold chill wafted through her subserviently kneeling body. At that moment, the door of the shack opened and Rina appeared, smiling like an angel.
"Hi," she said.
"Hello baby," Spyder exclaimed, grinning widely, "come on in and join the party."