Gang Up: A Bikerland Novel (13 page)

“What is it that you want to happen?”

Troy rubbed her hand up and down for a moment, reveling in her touch. Robin didn't pull away. She wasn't sure she wanted to. She was so cock-crazy lately that it was impossible now to just move away the second that she touched one. Even if it was Troy's.

“I want to make sure you can’t get away from us anymore. I want you marked as ours. In the same way they marked Abigail for theirs.”

Indoctrination. Gang bang.

And no doubt Troy would involve himself in the proceedings. He would fuck his sister, just like he had wanted for so long. Now she pulled her hand away. Troy, grinning, did not stop her.

Robin blanched. “That’s...barbaric. We mate in the Family. We don't indoctrinate. Why wouldn’t you just marry me to Case?”

“This was Case’s idea. He wants to send a message. He wants to use you to do it.”

Case...send a message? But this sounded nothing like him.

Crazy. Everyone was going crazy. Abigail was off back to the Cauldron with Brall where she didn't want to be. Robin was going to be fucked by Case and probably Troy too—and why was her cunt quivering with lust at the notion? Did she want that?

“You can do it or not, girl. But there’s more than just you at stake, whether you like it or not. And if you don’t want it, we’ll lock you up in a cell so dark that a match would be like a sun.”

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I
n the middle of the Family Compound there was a yard. During cool weather they would sometimes hold picnics there. Thick, stout tables delivered onto the grass with all manner of sandwiches and barbecue and moonshine served out. It would be a time for the Family alone, no citizens of Temple or even Kin allowed. There would be great laughing and feasting and come the night they would dance and play games until almost the sun was up again. So many of them died, and all the time. There were so many causes to go around, and most of them not even violent. Sickness, radiation, accidents, and even infection were all common and all commonly deadly. This was as much cause as any needed to celebrate among their own. Hoisting their heads to the sky and yelling out, daring whoever was listening to come take them that night.

Now, placed around the grassy square were several torches lighting the area. Their flames were thick and almost waxy in their appearance, pushing out heat and light into the darkness of the night. The illumination in the square was absolute, free of shadow. Robin stepped inside it, her robe still clasped around her neck. The grass cool under her feet. With the torches burning so bright she could see easily everywhere in the square, but the light above her—the stars and beyond—was obfuscated and out of sight. All the space outside the torches was in shadow and darkness. Occasionally she would catch a spare sight of a face or a torso, but it was all momentary. She did not need the sights in any case. These were people she had grown up amongst and she knew their presence by intuition alone. She knew that in the far north corner was Hicks with the moonshine belly, thick and covered over with his dense red hair. She knew that next to him, then, would be his mated woman Kelsey, who was a few years older than Robin and who used to give her advice on how best to sew up her pants when she tore them.

Across from Hicks was Calcutta, a tall brown man whose brown dome of a head had been a subject of much fascination for Robin when she was growing up. Just behind Robin was Greeneard, the small man whose height only barely made him tall enough to be able to ride. He’d had a custom bike for several years before it was destroyed in a raid not more than nine months before.

And now, approaching Robin in the square, was Case. Handsome, strong Case. Clean of chin, his eyes blue and probing in the torchlight.

“Are you ready, Robin?”

His voice was low. Perhaps not everyone had heard him. She understood his intent—this could be a gentle thing. Not quite the brutal, taxing affair that no doubt Abigail had put herself through.

But Robin knew the real truth. If it was gentle, if it was at all loving, then she would be under suspicion forever by her own people. They would never be able to take her seriously. They would never learn again to take her into their confidence, and if nothing else, Robin had been raised for the Family. She could not let them down.

Her voice was clear and loud. She wanted everyone to hear her. “Take your pants off.”

Case hesitated. Emboldened now just by the act of deciding, she undid the clasp around her neck. Her beautiful naked body was revealed to the entire crowd. Her delicate nipples already completely erect. Her legs long and sinewy, her torso slender even though her hips were wide and ready for child-bearing. Long hair draped nearly to her ass, her only covering.

“Take your pants off,” she said again, “and take what you’ve claimed.”

I can pretend he’s Brall, she told herself. Every last one. Wasn’t that enough to get her wet? To make her enjoy it? She could pretend every last one of the men was Brall.

That was a thought worth having. Four, five, six, seven or even eight Bralls, gathered around her. Touching her body. Forcing her down, forcing her on their cocks. She would relish the opportunity.

But she was already wet anyway even without that fantasy. She couldn't deny how excited she was to think of so many cocks inside of her. Brall had unlocked a lust in her for men that would never again be denied for long.

Case quickly took his pants off, not able to lose face in front of his men. As soon as he did, Robin took her hands around his cock and began to stroke. He was of a goodly size. Thick. Her hand barely able to fit all the way around it once he began to harden all the way.

Some part of her loved that Abigail must have hated this. She didn’t want to be spiteful, but the spite was there whether she wanted it or not. Slowly, her lips slid up over Case’s cockhead and she sucked him down. Lovingly, almost—even if it was just the love of a cock in her body. The love of thinking about
Brall’s
cock sliding deep inside of her once again. Her big eyes remained closed, careful not to look up at Case’s ruggedly handsome face, to see his expressions as he oohed and ahhed while she sucked harder and harder.

Another man now approached her from behind. Robin didn’t know who it was—except that she knew to her, it was Brall. All of them Brall. His hands were rough, digging deep into her backside, and his cock already trembling and hard.

But he, whoever it was, hesitated. “Should I go now? Or...”

She moaned in affirmation. Now. Do it.

He needed no second encouragement. His cock slipped into her sopping wet pussy, finding an easy entrance there. Her virginal resistance easily pushed aside—lost in almost an anonymous fashion. It would be lost again and again all night long. Her body so young and lithe and shapely. Practically made for serving cocks like this.

The boldness of the man who entered her cunt encouraged yet more men to come forward. The began stroking themselves around her face, over her body. Working themselves like she was some altar of fuck that they needed to offer up their sacrifice of sperm to. It was lovely. It was
amazing
to be able to encourage this much lust among men. It was, she realized, part of what she had been made for all along.

Case trembled in her mouth. His balls surging forward against her face. She remembered how it was from her encounter with Brall—he was going to cum soon. She thought of Brall, wishing so desperately it were him. Hoping it would taste like him so she could continue in her fantasy.

Case delivered his load down her mouth, his muscled abdomen pulsing against forehead and cheeks as she took all of him into her. All that gooey, hot warmth sliding down her esophagus and into her belly. It was filling. Not quite as good as the day before, but an immense load nonetheless.

And now that he was done, Troy approached and pushed Case aside.

“You’ve had your turn,” he said. “Take a new side and let someone else at her.”

Of course this was coming. Robin had been expecting it. Case’s seed still dripped down her mouth. Looking at Troy, she wiped it off onto one hand and then licked it up, moaning as the whoever-it-was fucked her from behind. Apparently the sight of her licking up the cum was too much for one of the men jerking off over her body and he came wildly all over her back. She giggled and moaned again, playing up her pleasure.

It felt good, that was certain. She was being fucked. She was a woman. Women felt terrific when they were adored and fucked by so many men at once. But all the same, she played it up more for Troy, acting rapturously, her face mature and completely adult.

What Troy wanted was a scared nymph, perfectly good at fucking but also perfectly afraid of his strength and position. Robin knew that. She realized suddenly that she had always known that. It was just that before, she
had
been scared of Troy.

But look at how easy it was, she thought, to not be scared. To just take whatever he decided he would give her without any fear or hesitation. Troy had no idea what to do with that. She could see it in the way he began to slow as he unpacked his cock from his pants. Case moved whoever it was from her cunt and then re-entered her from behind, his cock still hard. Or hard again. Robin was causing so many boners she could hardly be expected to keep track. Still, Case was surely
quite
a man to be fucking her again already.

“Come here, then,” she moaned, sliding her hand around Troy's cock. “Fuck me
hard
if you’re going to fuck me.”

Her actions on Troy were driven by spite, she told herself. Spite, and spite alone. She held no deep-seated attraction to her stepbrother. She didn’t imagine sometimes at night what it would be like if he fucked her, took her, even forced her. And even if she did, those were all just fantasies, not the reality she faced now. In reality, she despised Troy, and would prefer him dead.

But if they were going through with this farce, by god she was going to make it a farce to remember. She wanted to leave no doubt in their minds that she was as dedicated to peace, to Temple, as anyone.

The second her lips suctioned around her brother's thick, hard cock, she pushed herself forward. Her cunt sliding forward also, moving off from Case’s cock. But Case was lost in the movements of their harsh fucking now, and drove himself deep inside as she pushed forward onto Troy.

She sucked him aggressively, almost needfully. Her body brimming with pleasure from Case's hard, furious fucking. She could feel her orgasm approaching—and Case's too. And Troy's. They would come together. They would bring the Family together like this, cumming unanimously if they could agree on nothing else.

Her ball of pleasure roiled in her stomach, turning and turning, faster and faster, until Case unleashed his load right up into her g-spot. It was too much sensation, and she came, slurping down harder than ever on Troy. He seemed caught off-guard by her wanton enthusiasm, Troy, and unloaded down her throat, the slick hot load of his balls joining Case's down her throat and belly.

Slowly, taking their time, rubbing their hands over her body, the men withdrew. Others slowed their jerking sessions. Surely, they thought, it was done now? They had made their point.

Abigail was smart, Robin realized. When you did something like this, when you let men own you as completely as possible, they thought they had power over you. And in that power, they ignored what you would do next. They began to take you for granted. And for a girl like Abigail, a smart babe like Robin, that was the most dangerous thing in the world.

“More,” she called out. “Give me another. I want more of these studs inside me. Give me every last one.”

They came. Cum-soaked and not yet filled to her capacity, Robin grinned and moaned and called them forward with lust in her eyes and desire burning bright in her heart.

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H
ours passed with Robin filled again and again. On the ground, then, all the men finally done. Her body exhausted. Even her thoughts vibrated in the after-fuck euphoria. Women picked up their mated men and helped carry them home. Robin smiled at the sight.

Took their legs from them, she thought. Too much for them.

It was rather delicious, wasn’t it? Knowing what she could do to them if she wanted. It was remarkable to her that she had never bothered really to try before. All this time, she had been living under the impression that it was truly the men with all the power in Temple. But the men needed the women to fuck and to breed. To keep the home going. Oh sure, Robin loved giving in. To Brall especially. But it was something else entirely to know that her beauty, her sexuality, would inspire such a shockwave-like effect on the entire community that she had grown up with.

Slowly, a plan started to come together in her mind. A plan to leave her with Case. To take care of Abigail. And to leave this mess in the state that Robin wanted.

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A
s evening fell, the young beautiful women were surrounded by the seeming legion of huge, musclebound studs. Apocalyptic soldiers, wasteland warriors whose only purpose in life was to ravage, kill, and loot. And to rut, of course, with enormous cocks all bursting with the need to flood the women's pussies with lifegiving seed.  And they had the young beauties totally surrounded. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to go.

Gorgeous female bodies, naked already in the dim light, thighs glistening with the taint of arousal, shook with anticipation as the men approached.

The men all were naked as well, or near enough, their cocks exposed and hardening. Sometimes other women stroked these studs to get them harder, cooing in their ears about how exciting the ceremony was to prepare the men for the primal dance with the beauties in the middle of the circle.

In that circle, the lovely creatures knelt down, their souls thrumming with the lustful tones of the night. The combination of their own heavily aroused thoughts, their sweet wistful moans of desire, the aching sighs of the women watching but not participating, and the heated breaths of the approaching men created a vibration that felt as though it pulled in the entire universe. Even the divines must bear witness, in such a ceremony, to the unfolding drama of lust. The beauties got on all fours next to one another, right in the center of it all. They would be taken all at the same time. There was no stopping it.