The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2 (6 page)

Well, not much. Willow’s lips had become more plush and perfect for sucking cock, and Nora’s eyes had become much greener, and the both of them had skin twice as smooth as before. But they still were identifiable as who they were. I couldn’t have any of the Scorpions raising alarms, not yet. If they saw the two completely transformed, as they were, I couldn't anticipate their reactions.

Of course, there was the trouble of my own body—taller, more muscular, harder than ever before.  I covered it up as well as I could with heavy black clothing, while still wearing my vest with my colors and badges on it.

As the bikers entered, Vivian led them to the backyard, handing each a tall bottle of milk. She had put just a splash of whiskey in each, enough to convince them all it was alcoholic. They wouldn't drink anything else. These were big, burly men, hardened by years of crime and hard living. Scars covered their thick arms, their sun-burnt faces. Most of them had a gun or knife on them at the least; many had more than a couple of weapons.

After ten minutes of arrivals—and a lot of question-filled staring at me, without many greetings—a couple of men approached me—I recognized them. Mac and Pollux, old friends of mine. They had helped me out any number of times, and often voted with me when the gang came to order.

“What the hell is going on here, Pace?” asked Mac.

“Yeah,” said Pollux. “Steel said you were dead.”

I smiled. “Looks like I’m not.”

Pollux frowned. “He seemed sort of happy about it, to tell you the truth.”

“Oh yeah?”

Mac nodded. “Yeah. It didn’t sit right with us. Neither of us. Tell you what, anything goes down, you count on us, all right?”

“Both of you?”

Pollux nodded. With his long, flat nose, he could look like a grim customer whenever he wanted. “That’s right.”

That actually felt good. I wasn’t expecting any support. Maybe Steel wasn’t all that well-liked. Maybe me, trying for so long to stay as his friend, had meant that I had blinded myself to the resentment of the other bikers.

There were plenty of resentments to go around. Their shares had dropped from twenty percent to twelve over the years Steel had been in charge. Fewer and fewer guys were getting promoted. Membership had dropped more than thirty percent. Steel had said he wanted to be exclusive, but I had always thought that expansion was a sign of strength, and that anything else was weakness.

Maybe all the other guys thought that too.

I had them gather in the backyard. Most were thoroughly surprised I was alive, but as gang second-in-command, they held their tongues against me. They knew Steel was coming, and they knew when he did, all questions would be answered.

I saw them taking little sips of the milk. As I knew already—a sip was all it took. They were under the influence of Vivian, and she was under my influence.

Finally, Duchess and Steel arrived. I saw them coming in—heard the tell-tale sign of Steel's obnoxiously loud chopper—and headed off to the backyard to meet him. The gang there was in a semi-circle already, floating around the grass. They sensed what was coming.

The gang leader and his best girl stepped out into the yard, Steel looking pissed off. Duchess, of course, looked subdued—above the situation. She was used to Steel being angry.

Duchess was a beautiful bird. Her hair was a deep brown, her eyes the same luminous shade, and her body was tanned, toned, and enormously busty. She showed this off regularly, taking full advantage of the leathers that biker babes were supposed to wear. But she also wore plenty of finery—diamonds, fur coats, that sort of thing. She loved the symbols of status. Teardrop diamond earrings sparkled beneath her thick hair now, and she had on a thick mink jacket over her leathers.

She had been a biker babe ever since Steel and I formed the Scorpions. I always got the feeling that she was in Steel’s ear, whispering ideas. His own personal Lady Macbeth, except he was already king when we started this tale. His ending would be just as tragic, anyway.

I watched, with pleasure, as Vivian intentionally snubbed Steel and Duchess, not giving them any milk. Duchess would get plenty of milk, later on, but as long as she was at Steel’s side, I couldn’t allow it.

Upstairs, I saw through the windows Nora and Willow watching us. They were hidden behind the curtains, but I could see Nora's bright green eyes shining down. No doubt she and Willow were fingering each other, moaning about how hot it would be to watch me beat the shit out of Steel for her.

“What the fuck is all of this about?” Steel strode at me, fists clenching and full of rage. “Who the fuck are you to think you can just call a meeting here? You’re barely even a full
member
anymore. I’ve already started kicking you out of our logs.”

“Barely a member is still a member,” I said coolly. “Otherwise, we’d have to call you dickless, wouldn’t we?”

There was a thick silence in the yard—the only sounds being small snorts of milk as a few bikers couldn’t believe their ears. Steel and I were nose to nose—and for once, I was bigger and stronger than him.

“You're all wondering why you're here,” I said, voice booming. “Why I'm alive when Steel said I was dead.”

There was a murmur of agreement in the crowd. Steel's neck had a few veins pulsing hard.

I pointed at Steel. “It's because this asshole shot me. After ten years, ten loyal years, he shot me. Just like he's trying to kill this gang with his stupidity, he tried to kill me.”

The murmur of the crowd grew stronger. People started to crowd up, readying for a fight.

Sensing the shift of their opinions, Steel swung at me. He wanted to end this quick, before anybody had time to think.

Even with all my improvements, Steel was not to be trifled with. A large man, and quick, he had been in more fights than probably I had years. He was quick with his fists, and skilled with a blade.

But he was angry. And he underestimated me, even with the clear difference in my physique. He came at me all haymakers. I dodged one, and then the next, the next. Letting him punch himself out. By the time he noticed I was just dodging his attacks, letting him tire, it was too late. I cocked him good on the chin, my aim true.

His knees wobbled out like he was a doo-wop singer. I landed another three more and he was on the grass. I landed a few good kicks to his ribs—enjoying the crunching sounds I heard—and stripped him of his vest. I tossed it away, out past the fountains.

“You get the fuck out of here if you want to stay alive,” I snarled at him. “I'm the boss now. This is
my
gang. My Scorpions.”

He nodded, shuffling slow up to his feet. He was coughing blood already. I don't think he'd be able to survive long without medical help. If he got it...then we'd have another confrontation, maybe, unless he learned his lesson. None of the gang tried to help him out.

The beautiful Duchess helped him stay up as he walked to the door.

“Not you, Duchess,” I said.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re staying here.” I shrugged. “If you want to be with a real man, I mean.”

Duchess was no fool, even with all the finery she obsessed over. She knew that if Steel was down and out, that meant she was too. And she was just the kind of mare who shacked up with the strongest stud in the herd.

“I’ll stay with you,” she said, smiling prettily. “That’s what I wanted anyway, Pace. It’s clear I shouldn’t have ever chosen that loser. You know that, right?”

Goddamn, she moved fast.

I grinned. “That’s a good girl. Vivian?” The blond maid hopped to eagerly. “Give her some milk, yeah?”

Vivian smiled, a bottle already in her hands. Just like everyone else, Duchess took some down slow...and then much, much quicker.

Duchess drained the whole bottle before long, giggling already. I put a hand around her hips and pressed her her body against mine slowly.

Mac and Pollux approached, holding out their hands for me to shake. I did. Duchess tried to say something, and I shushed her.

“Well, that’s great that you’re the boss, I guess,” said Mac. “But what happens now?”

“Now?” I smiled. “Now, we party.”

* * * * *

A
party for an outlaw biker gang is something to behold.

Furniture breaks, laws are ignored, and chaos is embraced. I think Vivian and Duchess had to put a few fires before the night had ended. The boys all drank all the milk they could, and the babes too. Everyone was having a hell of a time—and most importantly, nobody seemed to mind that I was saying I was in charge now.

I could tell, almost preternaturally, when it was time to make my big announcement. Some of the chaos died down. The women all melded harder into their men (some of them with two men, hands sliding against their crotches with unrestrained need), and the hard, tough-as-nails bikers became more and more protective and agitated. There were a lot of potential threats around to their property—the biker babes—and the fertile wombs they possessed. I could
smell
their desire as thick, hard hands dug into the hard, sculpted flesh of their women, holding them tight, possessive.

Nearing ten o'clock, I stepped into the tall hallway where everyone had congregated, and clapped my hands together loudly. Everything and everyone stopped.

It was like the milk made them naturally gravitate toward an alpha—toward a Real Male, as Nora or Vivian might say.

Down the stairs came Willow and Nora, dressed in hot, skintight leather. Nora wore tight pants with a golden diamond belt. On top she had only her new vest—emblazoned with my new sigil for the gang, which was the same blood red scorpion, but now with a thick wheel around it. She had on a tight, rhinestone collar around her neck, signifying her as mine. Willow wore the same, her luscious, busty body covered only with tight riding shorts and her vest, which matched Nora’s. And, of course, the collar.

In their hands, they held up my new vest. On the left shoulder was a winged skull patch, signifying that I was the leader now. Everyone saw it—and again, just like when I took out Steel, no one objected.

“These are our colors, now,” I said loudly. “Wear them. Honor them. Live them.”

“Are we still the scorpions?” asked someone in the crowd.

“’Course we are!” said Mac. “Ain’t you got eyes? We’re
Pace’s
Scorpions, now!”

“That’s right,” I said. “I run things. Anybody got a problem with that, and you got a problem with me. And just like Steel, you don’t want any problems with me.” I slid my hands down into the asses of my girls. “This is Nora and Willow. Maybe you recognize them.”

They all chuckled.

“Your lives are going to change from now on,” I boomed. “Just like they’ve changed.”

Another voice from the crowd: “What the hell, man? You’re gonna give us tits?”

Everyone laughed.

I smiled. “No. You’ll all likely be something like me. Stronger. Faster. Better. And your girls, well. They’ll be more like Nora and Willow, here. You can already feel it, I bet. It’s the milk.” I took a long swig from a nearby bottle. “It’s changing you. For the better. Ain’t
nobody
gonna fuck with us, from now on.”

They all cheered. Happy to follow my lead. True beta males—they were aggressive and cranky, destructive, when they didn’t know who to follow. And just like a true alpha, I had calmed them down.

“Let me be clear, though.” I slid my hand up Nora’s ass, gripping in the crack there like it was a handle. “Nora belongs to
me
.” I grabbed Willow the same way. “As does Willow. Anybody says anything to them crosswise,
ever
, and I’ll make sure they’ll need a mop to get you off the floor. Is that clear?”

All my boys nodded.

“But...” I smiled. “I don’t want to take
all
the fun from you boys. You’ve earned a good time!” They cheered riotously, filling the house with their voices. Certainly, they agreed. “So, we need something to bring us together. I won’t be an unfair leader. What is had by one will by shared by all...so long as I say so.”

Vivian knew her cue. She stepped forward, tossing her hair back sexily. She had changed out from her tiny maid’s outfit into a tiny lace one-piece. Her legs, so hot and tanned, were completely bare. The lace hugged her tight, heart-shaped ass. Her tits spilled out of the top, enormous and squeezable. And, of course, leaking milk profusely.

“Boys, get ready,” I said loudly. “We’re
all
going to get a turn with her.”

In short order, we were all back outside in the yard.

Vivian had knelt down in the center of a circle of us, the grass sliding up under her knees. I was behind her, buck naked. My herculean physique on display.

My gang surrounded us, cheering and stripping down. They wanted to fuck her terribly—the only reason they hadn’t tried already was because they were scared of what I might do to them. I slapped Mac on the shoulder, calling him forward. He’d get first fuck on her mouth.

I wanted people to notice this privilege. They’d defer to Mac from now on when they couldn't talk to me. He was to be rewarded for backing me up. Pollux would be too, later on.

“Please fuck me?” Vivian moaned. She made her voice louder. “Please, all of you! Fuck me, please! I need all your cocks so bad! Master told me I did, so it must be true! I need to take every last cock from this gang into my body, please!”

Her pleas were met with cheers. Smiling, I slid up behind her, slapping her ass hard. She moaned in orgasm from her Master's touch. Once I knew that everyone was watching, I raised her tight, hot cunt right up to the turgid head of my cock. Then, I locked eyes with Nora—who clung to Willow, both of them moaning and gyrating, needing to watch their Master fuck another servant.

“Please,” Nora mouthed. “Fuck her, please.”

With relish, I pushed inside of Vivian's supremely tight pussy at long, long last. She was so warm, so eager, so perfectly wet. In and out, I thrust, facing absolutely no resistance. It was like her body had been molded to specifically take my cock.

Maybe it had been.

As I fucked her from behind, she slid her mouth slid up on the cock of Mac. He let his head hang back and moaned, his eyes rolling around in pleasure.