Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica) (6 page)

The gang members were at a disadvantage, psychologically. There were twenty-five of them, but none of them were armed. All four of the lawmen had semi-automatic pistols in their hands.

Isaac used his command voice, "Everybody back off." He fired a shot at the feet of the closest biker who happened to be Colt. The sound in the closed space was intimidating.

Isaac pressed a number in his phone. Chica answered. Isaac said, "I'm at the Desert Venom Clubhouse with twenty or so unhappy bikers. We've caught Colt with a rape victim. How many guys are there at the moment?"

Chica said, "Eight is all."

Isaac said, "Fifteen. We shouldn't need more than that. Send them over. Make sure they're all armed."

"Right." Chica told them what to do. "Isaac, who is the girl?"

"Melissa Cunningham."

"Damn him to hell! We'll be right there."

Isaac broke the connection.

"We'll wait right here." Nothing happened for at least a minute. Isaac used his normal voice, "We want to talk with all of you. We've got your pictures, and I know most of your names. Don't leave. If we have to track you down, we won't be in a good mood. Remember, ratting on your buddies will get you a lighter sentence."

Colt tried once, "Are we gonna let these bastard lawmen take us down. There's twenty-five of us and four of them. On the count of three, we rush them."

Isaac didn't wait for Colt to start counting. He shot three times into the floor then said, "We've got guns and you don't. You're too close to miss. Anybody charges us or the door gets a bullet."

Isaac and the other lawmen knew Isaac was lying. They weren't allowed to shoot an unarmed man running away from them. To their credit, none of this showed on their faces.

However, Isaac could see the realization that an arrest meant years in jail appear on their faces. It wouldn't be long before they made a break for it.

Chica and the eight members of the Five Pointed Star came through the door. It didn't matter that they weren't the fifteen Isaac said they were. They all had fully automatic weapons. They fanned out through the room.

Isaac said, "Down on your knees, gentlemen."

Nobody moved. Isaac added, "You should know that Chica babysat for Melissa, and I'm her Godfather. All we need is an excuse."

All of the outlaw bikers, except Colt knelt down. Without being told, they put their hands behind their heads. One of the deputies said, "I'll get the ties," and left the room. He meant the plastic ties that cops use when they don't have enough handcuffs.

Isaac said, in a peaceful voice, "Colt, have you thought this through? You've got no help. I'll happily shoot you if you attack us or make a run for it. You don't have a lot of options if you want to leave here uninjured."

Colt looked embarrassed and cornered.

Isaac added, "I'd just go along. Kneel down and let us take you in."

Colt knelt. He didn't like it at all. He wanted somewhere else to go, anywhere. He couldn't.

Chica went into the room where Melissa lay tied up. She bent over and kissed her on the forehead, "Don't worry, sweet lady. You're alright now."

Isaac went back in the room. He looked at Melissa with concern and asked, "How long have you been here, Lissa?"

She slurred her words, "Days. Nights. Hard to tell."

Chica untied the ropes. Isaac continued, "Why did you come here at all?"

Melissa tried to get to her feet. She'd been tied up so long her feet were numb. Isaac caught her as she fell forward and helped her sit on the bed.

She rubbed her right breast. "That hurts. They kept biting me there."

Isaac repeated the question, "Why did you come here, Lissa?"

"I didn't. Hard to remember. I was having a drink at that cafe on main street. Colt sat down with me. I blacked out. Next thing I know, I'm tied to the bed and guys are fucking me." She put a hand between her legs. "It hurt so much. They were so mean."

Chica pointed to a wet spot soaked into the filthy mattress at least a foot square where Melissa's had lain. It was soaked. She asked, "How many of them had you?"

Melissa was beginning to run down. She yawned, "I lost count at ten. They didn't stop."

Chica got a big towel from the bedroom and wrapped it around Melissa and Isaac carried her out of the room. Chica followed. She paused and delivered a blow to Colt's nose that rocked him back on his heels. He didn't protest. Neither did anyone else.

Isaac got them into the patrol car. One of the deputies drove them away. Melissa was resting in Chica's arms, ready to fall asleep. Chica stroked her forehead and talked softly to her.

Isaac went back to help process the outlaw bikers. They called for a van from the Sheriff's office. Isaac personally cut a circle around the semen-soaked mattress cover and put it in an evidence bag.

Down at the station, Isaac and Colt sat in a interrogation room. Isaac started out, "You're in deep shit, my man. You drugged her with a date-rape drug. Our lab found the roofie in her system, by the way. It would have been gone in another hour or so, but we were just in time. You're lucky she's not underage, she's 18. We've got kidnapping, rape..." He paused.

"Do you know what it means for your future that she was a virgin. I talked to her parents. She had a doctor's exam last week. When a jury hears that you raped a virgin, they'll send you away forever. That is, if you weren't already going away for the rest of your life for the kidnapping. No parole. Life until you die in prison. I want you to notice something."

Colt was looking at years without contact with women. His good looks would get him a lot of contact with men, however, and he knew it. He recognized that Isaac had asked him a question. "What am I supposed to notice?"

"I haven't given you the Miranda warning. Do you know why?"

Colt sighed, "Because you have enough to send me away without my testimony."

"Good thinking. You got anything to trade? We might be able to put in an end date. You could be eligible for parole someday. Got anything, at all?"

"Yeah. I got a slavery ring. I know everything about it. That should be worth something."

Isaac looked disappointed, "Damn. Sorry, man. We broke up that ring last week when we rescued Daphne and her sister. Think again."

"You didn't break up the entire ring. It runs in two states and specializes in blondes. I can give you everything."

"Alright. Just a minute." From memory, Isaac recited the Miranda warning and asked if Colt understood his rights. Colt said he did. Isaac said, "Okay. Now, tell me what you have. If it's good enough, I'll talk with the D.A. and we'll cut you a deal."

Colt explained it carefully, "It's run out of Tempe, headquarters in the Happy V bar. Guy's name is Hernando Guzman, skinny guy. Have to run around in the rain to get wet. He's got two lieutenants, man named Anthony Rancuso and another named Hector Gomez. Here's part of the big information I've got to trade. Rancuso don't work for Guzman. He's from back East. He's connected to the Colombo family in New York. The FBI should love that. Anyway, they've got brothels in five cities across the border; Nogales, Tijuana, Ciudad Juarez, Piedras Negras and Nuevo Laredo. That's not where the main money is. There's just hookers and johns and most of the johns are poor Mexicans. The real money comes from a business relationship with Sheik Ghalib al Habbibi..."

Isaac interrupted, "This is a lot for a biker from New Mexico to know. If you're just yanking our chain, there's not going to be any deal."

"I met him. The guy likes to brag. I was at the Piedras Negras brothel, and a guy in Arab clothes comes in. The guy who runs the brothel introduces me. I sit down with him and two hookers and he tells me everything. He's got diplomatic immunity. He don't give a fuck."

"Alright. That works. Go ahead."

"Habbibi takes blonde girls. He likes virgins. Try to find a blonde virgin anywhere outside a convent. It's hard. Still, he likes virgins and he's got shitloads of money. A 19-year-old blonde virgin is worth fifty large. He doesn't mind that they don't exactly volunteer for the job, if you get my drift. He ships them as patients on stretchers on regular airlines. Girl's so doped up she never surfaces. When they wake up, they're naked as the centerpiece in a party the Sheik's throwing. I got more."

"Yes. This is good. What is it?"

"I can tell you when he's going to pick up the next girl and where. I don't talk without a signed agreement between my lawyer and the D.A. And another thing. I don't do hard time. If I got to be there for decades, I want to be around people who won't shove their cocks up my ass."

"No problem." Isaac got the D.A. on the phone. An hour later, Colt signed an agreement to tell about the date and location of the next abduction.

"Okay. Here it is. This information was good yesterday. Make a note of that. It's not my fault if it's been changed."

"Understood."

"The Sheik is coming for this one personally. My guy says there's a blonde actress from Hollywood in a drugged out snooze in the brothel in Saltillo. The Sheik's going to get her tomorrow at six in the afternoon directly from the brothel. That should be good enough."

"It is. I never thought I'd say this to you. Even though you're bargaining with it, I appreciate the information. Thanks."

Chapter
Seven: Blackmailed

Sheik Abu Shamir studied the cringing, crying, naked woman in front of him. A strong and merciless man held her upright.

Hours earlier, the woman, whose name was Becky Grayson, left the apartment she shared with three roommates. She'd lost the game of gin rummy and had to make the run for burgers and fries.

She talked into her cell phone, "Mom, It's really neat. I'm done with my classes for the semester. Next week, I start student teaching in a fourth-grade class." She paused and listened to her mother, "Love you. Bye.

A rental car fell in behind her as she got on the main street. She took a side street to get to the rear entrance of the burger palace. The rental car smashed into her left rear fender on the deserted street.

When she got out to look at the damage, three men from the other car rushed her. Two of them grabbed her arms. The third plunged a hypodermic needle full of a powerful sedative into her butt. She yelled, "Owww! Hey, what are you..." She fell limp in their arms. They carried her to the back seat of their car. One sat in the back with the unconscious girl laying on his lap. The other two sat in the front and argued about who got the next girl.

The man in the back seat opened the buttons on Becky's jeans and pushed his hand inside her panties. He poked his middle finger cautiously inside her vagina. He felt her maidenhead. Becky twitched and moaned. Becky was blonde and a virgin. They drove toward Saltillo, Mexico.

Through the haze of the sedative, she felt the man's hands rub her silky, smooth skin until it was red and sensitive. He spent time on her creamy breasts until they grew in size and thrust up from her chest. Becky was blessed or cursed with sensitive nipples. The man pinched her hard little tips until they peaked into little cones. Becky moaned and writhed on the man's lap.

He spent time on the damp softness between her legs. She unconsciously and gracefully moved her hips as he did it. She gasped and shivered, and her breath came in short spurts and harsh gasps. The smell of aroused woman filled the car. She convulsed into three unwanted climaxes during the ride. She was fully aware of only the last one. She woke up just as her abused, fiery furnace clenched into orgasm.

They arrived in Saltillo at one in the morning and handed the girl to one of the Sheik's men. They grabbed a hooker from the line of women available for fucking and headed for a bedroom to work off the frustration caused by the Sheik's need for a virgin.

The Sheik rolled Becky's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The stimulation Becky endured during her car ride changed her body. It hungered for more sensations. The first few twists of the Sheik's fingers made Becky unwillingly arch her back. The Sheik moved his fingers from the poor girl's breasts to the steaming, wet sheath between her legs. She gasped when his finger entered her.

The Sheik frightened little children. His hard, pitiless face had been scarred badly by two knife cuts across his cheeks. His cold, almost-black eyes never saw the value of the girl. She was money and nothing else.

One of the men stuck a syringe full of heroin in Becky's arm. She jumped when the needle lanced into her skin. She began to float on the drug within a minute.

The Sheik said, "Keep her high until she leaves here. Have a woman, never a man, keep her aroused all the time. I want her to be able to think of nothing else but drugs and her next finger, tongue, or cock."

***

Outside, Isaac and the local police developed a plan. The building had one entrance and one exit, front and back. About one third of the group would go around back and look for an easier entrance. The other two thirds would attack head on.

Isaac and his men snuck around the back of the brothel.

Isaac nudged Patrolman Jose Bantamera of the Saltillo Police Department and pointed to the door leading into the bottom floor, "Take two men. We'll break open the door on the second. Wait for the guards to run up to the second floor then break open the door." Bantamera nodded in agreement and picked two men. He stayed out of sight behind a dumpster.

Isaac called Lt. Ernesto Guevera who was handling the main force, "Ernesto. We're going to break through the second-floor door. Jose will wait a few seconds for their guards to get up where we are then they'll break through the first floor. You wait a little longer and rush the main door. Okay?"

Isaac waved to three men standing close to him. He whispered, "Let's do it." He and his men scrambled up the crude staircase to the second-floor door. He nodded to the big patrolman with the ram. The man swung back once and drove the ram through the metal door right next to the lock. The door bounced back against the wall.

Inside the room, they saw two women abusing a blonde girl who twisted against her bed. One woman made broad sweeping motions of the wet, wide cleft between the girls legs. The other pulled on the girl's left nipple with her teeth, stretching it away from her breast at least an inch.

All of the men had automatic weapons. The Saltillo police depart used H&K UMP's in .45 caliber. Isaac and his men fired their weapons into the ceiling. The two women ran out of the room. They heard the girl moan and say, "Please. More."

The door on the first floor crashed open as Isaac streamed out of the room. They stood on the landing and waited, guns pointed downstairs. Seven men with drawn guns ran out of the kitchen at the back of the building.

Lt. Guevera and his men broke through the front door at that moment, trapping the seven criminals in a crossfire. All of them were armed except for a man dressed in a white Arab robe with a Kaffiya or headscarf. The six armed men dropped their guns and raised their hands. The Arab man looked feverishly around for a way out.

Sheik Shamir wouldn't find a way out; not only out that building, but out of the American legal system. Becky's testimony was tainted by the drugs she was given. However, the six guards scrambled to be the one who got the lighter sentence for testifying against the Sheik.

The incident produced an interesting side effect. The Desert Venom Clubhouse was taken by the county because it was obtained with the proceeds of a crime. The city administrators sold it to Isaac and Chica, the owners of the former Five Points Clubhouse for a fair price. The property was undervalued because of the neglect of Colt and his men. In two days, it was clean and neat and home to the members of the Five Points MC.

***

Chica had trouble concentrating. The blackmail threat nibbled at her mind. She wanted to concentrate. The man she loved was doing wonderfully loving things to her body. For a man with one arm and a damaged leg, John could move around quickly.

Half an hour earlier, John and Chica had been watching the evening news. John leaned over and kissed Chica's neck. She made a happy sound deep in her throat and he continued. When he'd kissed the left side of her neck completely, he turned the TV off and switched around on the sofa so she was facing him. He worked on the other side of her neck. Chica stretched and leaned to make it easy for him.

When her neck had been kissed enough, John slipped his hand inside her blouse. Chica didn't wear a bra or pants around the house. She would, sooner or later. She wanted her breasts to keep their shape, but for the moment, she wanted to be available for him whenever he wanted.

She felt his hand glide over the skin on her full, heavy breasts. John's hands were roughened through his military service. She felt every coarse spot and callus as he dragged them over her impressive chest. She put her hand on his and guided where she wanted to be touched. Soon her lovely breasts became swollen and sensitive. He centered his attention on her taut nipples until they were tight, little peaks.

He reached under her skirt and stroked her legs. She extended her legs down the sofa, giving him as much of her skin to touch as she could. His hand skimmed over the tender skin on the inside of her thighs. She wanted to grab his hand in hers and pull it more quickly up to her panties. She needed them off and John working on the hot pool of feelings at the top of her thighs. She knew that it would increase her sensation if she waited for him to get there.

Finally, he slipped her panties down her legs and off. She brazenly opened her legs and bent her knees. She bunched her skirt around her waist. Her soft, hidden recess was open to him now. She stroked herself once and said, "Please." John's hand captured the prize and his thumb pressed against her responsive pearl. One finger dove into her wet vagina and moved around until it found an especially susceptible spot. She arched her back and moaned. Her eyes closed halfway and she breathed long and full.

John knew she loved this part of lovemaking. He kept at it without change for enough time for her to peak over the edge to completion. She said, "John. Now."

She helped lift herself up and off his lap. She unzipped him and found his thick shaft. She immediately pulled it into her mouth and gave it loving attention. He groaned.

Before she was ready, he pulled her up. He had her kneel facing him. She held her skirt up and aimed his cock at her vagina. She lowered until his straining erection penetrated her pussy. She dropped her skirt around her. John frowned and unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it down her arms.

As he was doing this, she buried him inside her to the hilt. She stopped everything but a slight movement of her hips which rubbed the tip of his hard, throbbing erection against the back of her vagina, sending delicious sensations throughout her body.

The blackmail edged into consciousness. It was long ago. She looked at him. He was a righteous man. Would her reject her? She couldn't bear that. She'd pay the blackmailer. Make him go away.

She initiated the rhythm of penetration and withdrawal, feeling all of the bumps and ridges on his cock as they scrubbed against her womanhood.

After ten minutes of sweaty, athletic pounding, Chica bent her back away from John and groaned. Her moment of reward was intense enough to make her faint. John rubbed her clitoris with careful effort. She felt heat of his fingers run to her nipples and then over her chest and belly. She grunted every time his cock penetrated her fully. She thought she'd gone past the best part when her body overwhelmed her with a second wave of sensation. She saw black spots in front of her eyes for a second.

Her passion ended with as much affect on her as it started. She gasped as her energy ran out. It seemed to drag from inside her lungs as if someone were pulling it. His mind whirled and she closed her eyes.

She became aware that she was gasping for air. It seemed thick, like heavy syrup. She needed it desperately, but couldn't draw it inside.

John held her to him and rested her head on his shoulder. It took thirty seconds for her to recover. She noticed that his shaft was as hard as it had ever been. She pulled him down on top of her and welcomed him between her legs and with her arms around his neck. She whispered, "Your turn," in his ear.

He knew what to do. He changed the angle of his cock inside her to that it plowed up the center of her vagina, getting stimulation on all sides and all along the length of him. It took ten penetrations to do the job. He buried himself and grunted each time his body sent a spurt of semen into Chica's open, accepting body.

Chica held him against her, encouraging him to settle his weight on her. He was a little hesitant. He outweighed her by over a hundred pounds. Finally, he realized that she wouldn't die; and, in fact, enjoyed it when he pressed her down into the sofa.

***

The next day, Chica got another letter, no thumb drive this time, just a written note.

Hi Babe,

We can work this out. I don't want money, just your cooperation. Meet me at the Econo Motel, room 256, at three. I'll show you what I want."

Sincerely,

A Friend

She trembled and shook for five minutes after she threw the letter away.

The man who wrote the note watched the clubhouse with binoculars from up the road. He was happy.

The man wore an expensive suit, impressive shoes, and carried a briefcase that cost more than most men make in a month. He asked Chica, in a pleasant voice, if he could talk to the owner, Mr. Stone.

Isaac invited the man into his office. The man said, "Mr. Stone. I'm Henry Tyson of Tyson, Tyson, and Smith. We're a law firm in Phoenix. We have a request to make of you. We'll pay you handsomely, if you'll do what we ask."

Isaac knew lawyers, having dealt with them in the past and asked, "What's your request?"

"Our clients are going to have extensive dealings in this area during the next year, mainly in the Iconus Valley and the city of Iconus. We have our own private security forces and feel our needs are covered. We've had some trouble in the past with local law enforcement, frankly, getting in the way and causing extra expense and delay. We can assure you that we're able to deal with any situations that come up. We'll pay you ten thousand dollars a month if you'll work with us on this."

Isaac caught the general drift of the man's intent halfway through his speech. He replied, "Nicely said. You make it awfully easy to agree. The money is too much if you expect me to believe you're going to operate inside the law. I know there's a threat that comes with this. Give it to me so I'll know how serious you are."