Big Dog

by Dane, Ryder

  The bikes came out of nowhere, and the resulting chaos was almost funny to watch. They hadn’t believed anyone would attack a group this large, and paid for their carelessness in blood. Historically, bikers used knives as a preferred weapon against other bikers, their attackers were not so honorable. Guns, knives, and tasers were used in this fight, and Oracle moved to the shadows trying to stay out of the line of fire.

  Luck wasn’t on her side that night. Two of the bikers grabbed her, and even though she fought as hard as she could to avoid them, she was knocked out and dragged into the night with several others who were taken for ransom. She owed that VP a baseball bat to the kneecaps for pushing her into the arms of the enemy while he ran like the chicken shit he was.

  Over three long weeks she had been used and abused to a point where she began to antagonize her captors into killing her. She’d found out a lot about herself after her time spent with Lucifer’s Breed. She learned she could enjoy sex with two men at the same time, without willingly participating. She learned that sometimes pleasure became more intense with a bite of pain tossed in. She also learned that no matter how strong a person was mentally and physically, they could break. They could be brought to a point where they no longer cared what happened to their bodies, they only wanted the end. As they used her body and wished they would just end her, she thought about life after this if she survived. Would she ever be herself again? She very much doubted it. Happiness and everything she dreamed of as she was growing up had moved out of reach for her.

  To this day she couldn’t explain what had come over her when the man they called Jarl had dragged her by the collar and chain they kept her leashed to a hook on the wall with, and taken her to a room with two other men. They laughed as they pierced her nipples and she screamed. They laughed as they pierced her clit, and she screamed. They laughed as each man forced her to suck their cocks and then bathed her body in their semen. Jarl laughed as he beat her with his thick leather belt, stripping her ass and enjoying the sight of the belt curling around her stomach biting into the tender flesh. She had egged them on, taunting them as soon as she stopped screaming.

  One of the men decided that she needed a souvenir of that night, and started a fire in a trashcan to heat up a makeshift branding iron. While they waited for the fire to get hot enough, they took the collar off her neck to have a nice visible spot to burn their brand into her skin for all to see. The argument began when they decided to fuck her in each hole, gangbang style, and have the man with the largest dick take her in the ass, so if they wanted to go back for more, no one had to fuck a sloppy hole. The fight began between Jarl and a redheaded giant called Mule. They each claimed to have the largest prick and during the fistfight to decide the issue, the trashcan was knocked over with no one paying attention to it. Within minutes, the old dried wood of the room’s walls was engulfed in fire. A beam fell on top of the two fighters, and the screams of pain coming from them was music to her ears...

  She remembered laughing and enjoying their screams. That was all she remembered from that night. How she ended up in the woods with only a blanket covering her naked body still puzzled her. Her eyes were so swollen that she could barely see through the slits when she forced them open. Breathing was painful, and movement was almost impossible. She ended up crawling on her hands and knees trying to find help. She didn’t remember the farmer who found her on a country back road, or the ambulance ride to the hospital.

  Chapter Two

  They waited outside for her to come out after closing time. She never showed, and they decided she must be living at the bar. Maybe she had quarters in the back, or possibly the place had an apartment in the basement, they had no idea, all they did know is that she never walked out the doors of the place that night

  They went to a chain, no tell motel near the highway a few miles out of town and crashed for the night. It had been a long ride to this Podunk town and they’d been on the road for almost two days, chasing the mysterious ‘Oracle’ they were sent to collect.

  The only bright spot during the trip had been meeting the woman at the bar last night, at least as far as Demon aka Nail Faultersak, was concerned. She was short, but leggy and those heels she wore while dancing for tips still only brought her up to his chest in height, so he estimated her to be five foot six inches or so barefoot. He still remembered the soft skin of her breast as he’d deliberately touched her when he put the money in her bra. Her nipples were responsive to his mere touch, and he wanted a piece of that pussy. It was obvious her nips were pierced, and the thought of seeing them with a double end threaded bar connecting them, made his cock wake up and hum. That thick hank of hair he’d held in his fist reminded him that he needed to find a friendly piece of ass to fuck—soon. If he was really lucky, he would sweet talk the woman called Future into getting sweaty with him. It was a damn shame he was in a hurry, or he might stick around and find a way to bring her to her knees with his heavy cock jammed halfway down her throat. For now, he grabbed the hotel bar of soap as he stepped into the shower. If he didn’t take care of it now, he wouldn’t sleep at all, and he needed a few hours of shuteye.

  Lucas George, known as Knight in the club, yelled through the door for him to hurry up. “Some of us need to use the shitter and shower too you know.” Fortunately for both of them, Demon had finished painting the shower floor with his jizz and was rinsing it off with pure hot water when Knight started complaining. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and left the bathroom still dripping water from his body.

  “Sorry to interrupt, man, but I couldn’t sleep. That sassy piece back at the bar has me thinking about how pretty her ass would look with my handprint blazed in red, every time she got smart mouthed. If I get a chance to test her out, I plan to ride that pussy ‘til she purrs. She rode that fuckin’ pole like she loved it, and she wasn’t even naked or close to it.” He grinned and shook his head. “I need to get laid, man, when a chick with a body suit, or whatever you call that thing she wore, can make me hard as a fucking stone, it makes me want to peel it off her real slow and fuck her real fast.” He walked around Demon and went into the bathroom with the small shaving kit he always carried on road trips.

  Crazy Charlie was asleep on the sofa. He hadn’t even pulled it out to have a bed to sleep on. No one knew much about the greybeard, but he was a mean fucker, so no one asked him about his past either. There was a reason they called him Crazy Charlie, and Demon had seen the man in action a couple of times, so he knew the name was earned.

  When he woke up around eleven, Demon called the Prez to tell him what they were doing, and why it would take another day to get the Oracle from the woman that had it. “She denies knowing about the Oracle, and from what I can see of her and her set up, she doesn’t plan to change her mind. It would help if we knew what the damn thing looked like you know. How do we know if she gives us the right thing anyway? Doesn’t old Merlin know what he is looking for?” He listened to Big Dog, telling someone to find Merlin’s fried ass and bring him to the club.

  “We are going to head out and try to make her see reason, if that doesn’t work, we go with plan B.” He slapped the phone on his thigh before remembering the damn thing was fragile, and checked to make sure he hadn’t busted another one. Two weeks ago he’d shelled out over four hundred dollars on the damn new phone to replace the one he broke in a temper.

  They stopped on the way to the bar for eats, and wolfed down at the Saturday morning breakfast bar that featured a sign saying it was an all you can eat spread. Demon and Knight ignored the stares they drew from the other patrons in the place. Half of the reason people were staring was the show Crazy Charlie put on for them. He carried two heaping plates to the table and stuffed his mouth full, then chewed the mess with his mouth open for everyone to stare in horror at.

  His companions were used to this type of behavior when Charlie got a sugar rush. He’d already emptied the little square holder of sugar packets and demanded more from the girl who snatched the use
d dishes off the table and almost ran to the kitchen. Some men smoked, Charlie ate sugar straight from the package. While he waited for her to get the courage to come back, he reached behind him to the holder on the table there and emptied that one too. He must have taken a liking to the waitress, because when she came back with a cereal bowl full of sugar packets, and sat them down in front of him, he wiped the grease of his face and hands, and told her to wait a minute. He reached for his wallet on the thick chain and pulled out a fifty and handed it to her. “This is for you, don’t go sharing it with those pansy assed motherfuckers in the back either.” He nodded at her and she smiled nervously, and nodded back.

  The fifty slid into her pocket, not the apron and she came back with coffee refills. When they left she was still smiling and gave them a little finger wave goodbye. “I bet she’s already at the table grabbing that twenty you left as a tip.” Knight was cynical, but probably right in his assessment.

  Charlie opened two sugar packets and emptied them on his tongue, before kicking his hog into a rumbling growl. The other’s followed suit, they were ready to get the hunt for this Oracle over with, and be on their way back to the crib.

  *****

  They were back, she felt them come in before she saw them. It was early in the afternoon, and she wanted to get things organized with Clementine before she went with the bikers. She knew they would find out she was the Oracle they were looking for and if she fought them, she might not get the chance to come back and resume her life here. If she went willingly, then they had to allow her to leave the club when she wished. Whatever they wanted from her, she wasn’t playing party tricks anymore, and she planned to tell them that too. The fact Crazy Charlie hadn’t recognized her yet was no surprise.

  He never spoke to her back in the day, back when he was one of the hardcore biker life type of men, he still wore his old-school colors over his leather too. The denim vest with its cut off sleeves flying his patches and designation in the club, was now replaced with the leather vest newer clubs called their cut. Her father had been one like Charlie, old school and ready to ride. No matter how fucked up they were at the time.

  She ignored them until she finished with Clem, and told her to give the rough looking sexy bastards at the end of the bar a message from her in five minutes. “Tell them to be ready to ride, I’ll be waiting in the parking lot.”

  She hated the idea of going back, but every time she’d tried to fight her visions, or ignored their warnings, she had paid dearly. This time she planned to embrace them. The plus side to all this was she could finally put paid to the old nightmares and hopefully some of the pain of her past. She was twenty-seven years old now, and felt as if she’d lived a lifetime already, and was working on life number two. Her sleepless night proved to her that she had no other options but to deal with it now.

  She went into the back room and hefted her kit onto her Heritage. The one thing she’d taken with her when she left the hospital, and she would not give it up to ride bitch on another bike for the long trek home. She opened the double doors that faced the parking lot and rolled the bike out before closing the doors and listening for them to lock. She patted the tank and didn’t feel in the least bit silly talking to it. “Hey, baby, are you ready to go home? Don’t get too happy on the road, we will be back here soon and you will still be as beautiful as the day I bought you.” She kicked the starter and revved the motor for a few moments making sure she was firing right, and drove around the backside of her building. The men were just coming out of the door and saw her waiting by their bikes.

  Crazy Charlie saw her, stopped in his tracks for a moment, and started laughing. He held his sides, and finally sobered up enough to walk over to her, with the others a few steps behind him.

  “I got it now, that black and pussy pink Hog, I remember when you got that one. We thought someone stole it or sold it when you didn’t come back with the others. Old Merlin was a fucking wreck, and Muffy refused to believe you were dead. I just figured it out, Future, Oracle, and even the name of this place.” He leaned in and clasped his hand onto her shoulder. “Well met, little witch. I can just see old Dorsey’s face when he finds out you lived. He’s gonna be lucky if someone don’t kill him. He came back looking like he’d been slapped by his bitch, when the rest of us looked like we’d been beaten by the schoolyard bully. He told us that you died when one of Lucifer’s Breed ran you over. He saw it happen. I got my head scrambled and we lost four people that night. You were one of them. You and Frenchy were the only ones we couldn’t account for.”

  He looked back at the two men he was with and back to her. “After that night we patched over the Chiefs. That’s how we got these two and about fifty others. Things have changed since then. You’re going to be real surprised when you see what’s happened.”

  She couldn’t talk, if she tried, she knew she would bawl like a baby after its momma’s teat. She locked arms with Charlie and nodded. She knew the two handsome men wanted an explanation, but she didn’t owe them one fucking thing, and until she wanted to talk about it, they could get their information from Charlie. She didn’t wait for them, they knew which way home was, and she left them standing on the blacktop as she drove away. It felt good to be going on a run again after the past years of only taking the bike out at night to blow the carbon out of her pipes. The Heritage had rear suspension and it rode like a dream. As soon as she hit the highway, she opened her up and stayed on it until she had to find an exit to get gas and use the bathroom. After filling the tank and grabbing a candy bar and a slushie, she strolled around the parking lot while she finished her snack, and it was back on the road for her.

  Demon and Knight were both pissed when they heard Charlie’s explanation. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Why didn’t they say this Oracle was a woman? And what does she have to do with that asshole Dorsey?”

  “Dorsey swore to the whole club that she was dead. He saw her buy it. You two know we don’t leave our dead if we can get them out. He made some big story about trying to get to her but there were too many of them for him to try, and she was dead anyway, so he couldn’t save her, he saved himself. I hope Big Dog hasn’t told anybody that you found her yet, ‘cause if he has, Dorsey will be looking to get to her before she shows up at the crib.

  “As for the bike, that flashy bitch sat outside the clubhouse for almost a month. It was gone one night and no one knew what happened to it the next day. I should have recognized her when we walked into this place, but you know my wings are not as strong as they used to be, especially after that night she went missing. She warned us, but that fucker Dorsey cut through what she was saying and challenged us all, calling us pussies and shit.” He kept talking while Knight called Big Dog.

  “It’s too late, Dorsey is nowhere to be found, and he was at the club when you called in earlier, so he knows we found her. Dog has Poppa and Butch looking for him. I’m no Oracle, but my money says he’ll either try to discredit her to the club as a rabbit. Or do his damndest to make sure she doesn’t get there to talk. He’s got a lot to lose if she can prove he lied. Hell, her being alive is proof that he lied.”

  Chapter Three

  They caught up with her just before dark. Knight saw a lone bike taking the next off-ramp and was certain it had to be hers. This woman knew how to ride, that much was certain. Of course with that softtail of hers, the ride was more comfortable than his was. They’d played merry hell finding her ass, but once he heard Charlie telling them her history, he could understand her not trusting anyone, even a veteran member like Charlie. He still wanted to ride her hard and put her up wet, but the question was how to get her from point A to B.

  Future knew they would catch up to her. They were hardened bikers and used to road work as far as she could tell. Charlie, if she remembered right, was a mean son-of-a-bitch on any given day. If the fight had scrambled his brains, it must have mellowed him. He was one of the men who refused to have her touch him one time, and she’d never approached him again
. The way he clasped her shoulder today, it choked her up. It was a sign of respect, something that had never happened before with any of the men.

  She stopped at the small diner sandwiched between two chain fast food joints. The place was clean and bright, and the waitress was prompt and minded her own business, even though it was plain to see that she was curious about a woman wearing leather chaps and a leather bandana on her head. Future wondered what the girl would do if the three men from the club came in and sat in her section. She’d probably pee her pants. The thought made her smile. It wasn’t very charitable of her to have mean thoughts about someone she didn’t know, but something about the woman’s perkiness drove her into remembering cheerleaders and high school pep rallies.

  She glanced up when the front door opened and the three bikers walked inside. They looked around the place, spied her sitting in the back corner, and headed her way. So much for her relaxing dinner. She sat straighter and gave Charlie a small smile as they pulled out chairs and sat down, surrounding her with a wall of beefy tattooed muscles and scruffy beards. “”Glad you could make it. We were lucky the rain held off most of the day. I sure didn’t want to get caught in it.”

  Charlie looked from one man to the other and then to her. “I forgot to introduce you to these yahoos before, the one with the red hair is Demon, and the one with the brown hair is Knight. They’re a couple of pricks, but they’re alright.” He grinned at the grumpy looking men. “They do double duty as Nomads and enforcers for now. Elections are coming up in a month, and once the dust settles, they will probably be one or the other. Blending the clubs brought its own problems you know.”

  Future knew what Charlie was talking about. Nomads were the men who traveled between the club’s chapters. It was unusual to have two or more in a chapter, let alone just hanging out at the clubhouse. Things must really have changed. The Bastards chapter belonged to the mother chapter, and the last she knew an older biker named Georgie was the chapter’s Nomad. At that time they didn’t actually have designated enforcers. Every brother in the club kept the peace and the rules.