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Taken by the Biker Gang 2: Initiation (Pt. 4)

Part Four

Liam delivered me to Tony who gave me a pair of booty shorts and a crop top to wear before leading me to the bikes. He grinned at me as he handed me a helmet. “Don’t look so miserable. I’m not that bad to hang around.”

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s not you. I was just thinking, I guess.”

“About seeing Jack again?”

Actually, I hadn’t thought about that before. Jack didn’t bother me like he used to. He was part of my old life. And I wasn’t going back to it. But it was an easy excuse. I didn’t feel like telling Tony about the incident with Jason. He might end up telling Liam. I nodded.

“I really don’t want to deal with Jack’s judgment.”

“Lyla, that piece of shit was willing to trade you to pay his own debt. For all he knew, we would really hurt you. But he didn’t care about that. As far as I’m concerned, he is lower than scum and any judgment from him is worthless.” He kissed my forehead. “Relax. And if he says anything, I’ll punch him.”

I smiled. “Don’t do that. You’re right. He’s not worth it.”

When we got to my apartment, it was empty. Jack was probably off drowning his sorrows somewhere while waiting for the eviction notice. It was weird being back at this tiny, cramped apartment. It had been less than 24 hours, but it felt like much longer. I got my things packed as quickly as possible. It wasn’t much. I have never taken the time to really settle in. Everything I cared about fit into two backpacks. One for me and one for Tony.

“Are you sure you’re done here?” Tony asked. “You probably won’t be able to come back.”

I nodded. I was done. Done with my sad, depressing life full of misery and stress. My new life would still be stressful, but it certainly wouldn’t be miserable. Or lonely.

Tony took me to town, dropping me off in the middle of the downtown of the small city near where we lived. He handed me the backpack he was carrying and then pulled out a beaten-up leather wallet. 

“Here,” he said. “Liam wanted you to have this. There should be enough in there for everything.”

I opened the wallet and my eyes widened. There had to be at least five hundred dollars in there! ”I can’t take all this!” I said. Is he insane? “There’s no way he can give me all this money.”

Tony grinned. “Look in there again. The money isn’t just for your convenience. It’s for our pleasure as well.”

A piece of paper was folded up inside the wallet as well. It was a shopping list.

“Have a nice afternoon.” He leaned forward and kissed me roughly before roaring off down the street on his motorcycle. I looked back down at the list, fantasies entering my head a mile a minute as I looked at the items Liam wanted me to buy. Black leather boots, mini skirts, halter tops (tight) and a black studded dog’s collar to name a few. The last one sent shivers down my spine. I pictured Liam leading me around on a leash, pulling me toward him so I would suck on his cock.

With trembling fingers, I closed the wallet and stuffed it into my pocket.

It didn’t take long before I had everything on the list, and I was sitting in a coffee shop, trying not to think about what was going to happen tonight and to focus on the book I was reading. It certainly wasn’t working. Later that evening, I heard a motorcycle pull up outside the coffee shop. Liam came in a second later. His eyes met mine and he gave me a predatory smile as he strode over to me. 

“Hey, babe,” he said. He looked down at my shopping bags. “I see you got what I wanted. Good girl.” He kissed me hard, pressing his body against mine.

“People are staring,” I said, flushing. “You’re going to make a scene.”

“Relax,” he whispered. “The owner owes me money. I could fuck you right here on the table and no one would bat an eye.”

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. It aroused and terrified me. “Are you going to?”

He chuckled at how hopeful I sounded. “Not today,” he said. “We’ve got to get you prepared for tonight. It’s a tradition for new slaves.”

“What is it?” Fear ran through me. What was he going to make me do?

“Relax, babe,” he said. “Nothing bad. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.” He grinned and grabbed my bags before walking out without bothering to see if I was following. Of course I was following. How could I not?

Liam wrapped an arm around my wait and hustled me into his room. “Strip,” he said, pressing his lips against my forehead.

I obeyed, taking off my clothes so I was standing awkwardly in the middle of Liam’s room. He gently took my hand and led me to the adjoining bathroom. His lust-filled eyes turned my legs to jelly. “You’re fucking sexy, Lyla,” he whispered, kissing my lips briefly. He turned on the shower. “Get cleaned up. Take all the time you need. “

“You’re not going to join me?” I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

Liam shook his head. “It’s killing me not to, but you need to be rested for tonight. Not thoroughly fucked.” His voice dropped to a husky growl. A small whimper escaped me. He smiled, leaving me to have the bathroom to myself. I hopped in the shower, surprised to find some floral scented body wash already in there. I don’t know why I was surprised. Liam had a small army of slaves. I doubted I was the first one to use his shower.

After cleaning up, I found a clean towel and wrapped it around myself. Liam was watching me when I entered the room. Some clothes were already laid out for me to put on.

He came up to me, the molten lust still in his eyes. He grabbed the towel and used it to dry me off, starting with my shoulders and arms, and then my chest before working down my stomach, and then my legs. He took his time, running it down slowly so I could feel the fibers moving over my skin. “Lie down on the bed.”

I obeyed, putting my hands over my head and parting my legs. “I thought I had to be well rested.”

“You will be. I’m not fucking you; I’m preparing you.” He reached between my legs and stroked my pussy. It quickly grew wet and I started to squirm. He dipped his fingers inside of me, and pleasure shot through my core. I moaned.

Liam smiled at me, his smile full of pride and lust. He enjoyed making me react as much as I enjoyed it myself. “Please fuck me,” I said. “Please, I’m begging.”

“I love hearing you beg, babe. But that really wouldn’t be fair to you. Not with what we have planned.”

A shiver of anticipation ran through me. I wished he would just tell me.

Liam went to the dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube and a butt plug. I bit my lip. I’d never used a butt plug before and the idea of using one now scared me a little. But I trusted Liam enough to not intentionally hurt me. If he didn’t care at all, then he would have just fucked me like he wanted to.

Liam put some lube on his first two fingers and coated my already wet pussy with it, pressing his fingers as far inside me as they could go. Pleasure raced through my body. I moaned, the wanting unbearable. The lube had to be laced with some sort of aphrodisiac. It was all I could do to stop myself from grinding against his hand.

“Lift your knees,” he commanded. “Hold them to your chest.”

My legs and arms were shaking so badly I wasn’t sure I could. He cupped my calves and pushed up so my knees bent over my chest. I managed to lift my arms and locked them around my knees.

This position left my asshole exposed to him. I squirmed as he used his finger, covered in lube, to open up the tight hole. He pumped it a few times, stretching it out and widening it. It felt uncomfortable but it didn’t exactly hurt.

I heard the sound of more lube coming out of the bottle and felt something hard and slick touch the rim of my asshole. The plug. I whimpered as it slowly entered but didn’t try to squirm away. Liam gently rubbed the underside of my thigh, as reassurance or praise I didn’t know. The plug felt huge and intrusive and it filled me up. I grew even more aroused feeling it in me.

“Can you move?” Liam asked. “How does it feel?”

I slowly put my legs down, feeling the plug shift inside me as I did so, applying even more pressure to my inner walls. “It feels strange,” I said.

“Does it hurt?”

I shook my head. It didn’t hurt at all. Liam had been very careful about that. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist. I was craving his touch. More than anything I needed to be in his arms.

Liam tilted up my chin and kissed me roughly, his mouth claiming mine completely. He cupped the back of my neck gently but firmly to keep me in place. He didn’t have to, though. I certainly wasn’t going anywhere.

“Let’s get you dressed,” he growled against my lips. He reached for the clothes laid out on the bed. It was a miniskirt and a leather jacket. No shirt. No underwear. I stood up and put on the clothes. Even though I was technically decent, I felt exposed and vulnerable.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered against my neck. He squeezed my ass beneath my skirt. “Let’s go.”

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