Read Online Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica) by Jill Soffalot - Free Book Online
Authors: Jill Soffalot
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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
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
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