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Taken by the Biker Gang 2: Initiation

Part One

By Amora JonesPublished 5 years ago 5 min read
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I woke up feeling more relaxed than I had in a long time. And more sore than I’d felt in a long time. I groaned as I turned over and opened my eyes, realizing I wasn’t in my own bed. Then everything that had happened the night before came rushing back to me. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

“Good morning.”

I turned, trying to cover my naked body with the sheets as I did so. Tony grinned at me, his eyes bleary with sleep as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. I trembled. What had I done? For all I knew, he was about to murder me and harvest my organs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Tony said soothingly as he rubbed my back. “I won’t hurt you. No one here will.”

I shook my head. “I don’t believe you. I want to go home. Please, just let me go home.”

“Liam will let you go if you really want to, but what’s really waiting for you there? Your worthless boyfriend?” He kissed my temple softly. “You have so much more here.”

I shook my head. I had classes and my internship. Was I really about to throw all that away because I was horny? “I can’t do this. I mean, I have an internship and if I leave halfway through, they could sue me for breach of contract.”

“Who said anything about you leaving your internship?” Tony traced circles on my back. “We’re not monsters, Lyla. You can finish your internship and get whatever job you want, no problem. Liam doesn’t expect any of the girls to be at our beck and call all the time.”

“There are others?” I don’t know why I thought I was the only one. Of course there were others.

“Don’t worry, they’re nice. They can help you, too. For things you don’t want to talk to us about.”

Tony’s voice and touch soothed me. I could understand why Liam gave me to him for the night. He was able to calm me out of my morning after panic.

“You want some breakfast?”

Before I could say anything, my stomach growled.

He chuckled. “Guess that means yes. Toast, eggs, and coffee all right?”

I nodded, grateful I didn’t have to leave the safety of the bedroom yet. “Thank you.”

He kissed me gently on the lips. “Thank you for last night.” He stood up and put on his jeans, leaving his chest bare and giving me a good view of him. He was skinny, but well-cut. The muscles on his chest and shoulders rippled slightly and I ached to run my hands over them.

He grinned down at me as if reading my my thoughts, and I blushed.

“Hey, don’t get shy around me, honey. Not after what we did last night.”

I nodded, but I still felt a little nervous about everything and I couldn’t believe I had actually just gotten fucked by three strangers after becoming their sex slave. What was with me, anyway?

Tony was only gone for a few minutes before he came back with two plates of food. “After you’re done eating, I’ll give you a quick tour of the place. Then Liam wants to see you.”

I felt a little shiver of anxiety at the thought. Liam was hot as hell and just thinking about him turned me on, but I didn’t feel as safe with him as I did with Tony.

I ate as fast as I could, but Tony wolfed his food down even faster. He set his plate to the side and moved behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his legs on either side of me. I gasped as he started playing with my breasts. “These are gorgeous, honey,” he whispered. His thumbs rubbed my nipples and then he gently twisted them. I moaned and dropped my toast onto the place.

Tony immediately moved his hands. “Keep eating. You’re going to need your strength.”

I whined. His touch was a lot better than food at the moment.

He chuckled and slipped one hand down the inside of my thigh. “Keep eating.”

Reluctant, I picked up my food again and ate it quickly. I washed it down with coffee and set my dishes aside. Tony flipped me onto my back and got on top of me, pinning me down. His hands went to my breasts and he started massaging them. I moaned as my nipples hardened. He trailed kisses down my neck and to my collarbone. I sighed with happiness. It felt so good.

His hand stroked my pussy, making me want even more. I leaned up to unbuckle his pants. He smiled but moved out of reach. “None of that. We don’t have time.” Before I could protest, he spread my legs wide and leaned down with his face between my legs. He licked my pussy, flicking his tongue and over my clit and sending shocks of pleasure through me. I cried out and bucked my hips. He grabbed them and held them down as he devoured me.

The pressure built up inside me. He pushed me closer to the edge. Finally I came, shuddering from the force of my climax.

Tony licked me clean as I went limp. He grinned and stood up. “Come on. Time to go.”

I definitely didn’t want to move now. But Tony pulled me onto shaky legs and helped me get dressed in my skimpy lingerie. It seemed like so long ago that I was getting all dolled up for Jack. I didn’t want to think about what I looked like. My hair was probably frizz and tangles, my carefully applied makeup smeared and running, making me look like a hungover Harley Quinn. “I should freshen up,” I said. “I must look like a mess.”

“You look like a woman who has been well-fucked. Believe me, no one’s going to object to that look.” Tony kissed my forehead. “Really Lyla, you’re beautiful.”

I shook my head. “I don’t feel beautiful, I feel hot, sticky, and gross. I really need a shower.”

Tony sighed. “Fair enough.” He showed me to the bathroom, which was small and spartan with barely enough room to move. “Help yourself to whatever you find. And take all the time you need.”

Smiling my thanks, I shut the door for privacy. The shower relaxed me and made me feel better. Even though I was still a new sex slave in a strange house, I felt more in control now that I was clean.

I dressed quickly in my lingerie from the night before and went out to meet Tony. He smiled at me. “Ready to go?” I nodded. I was as ready as I’d ever be.

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Amora Jones

Hello, my name is Amora Jones. I'm an erotica writer who loves leather jackets, ropes, and fairytales. At night when I'm alone, I write steamy kinky sex scenes.

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