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WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME CHAPTER 2 Sleeping peacefully, I was woken up by the sound of lightning striking near the house. Shivering in shock and fear, I trembled against Erik and turned to face him. Waking up as well, his arm tightened around me to comfort me. Shivering as more lightning hit, I wrapped my free arm around him, pressing my sensual body and full breasts against his bare chest. Wearing only a black satin thong, I held onto him as he rubbed my smooth back and comforted me. As I settled down, my thoughts returned to the drivers licence, birth certificate and recent surgeries that I'd gone through to make me female to the world. My old identity was wanted for murder, so I had no choice but to live as Mary Beth Anderson. Maybe now that I had had the surgeries that I'd had, he would take me with him on his trips. I did enjoy spending time with the girls here, working on my tan, watching cable and playing dress up with the other women, but I yearned to get out. Laying against him, I soon fell asleep again and woke up as the sun streamed in, leaving patters on my breasts as I lay there. Checking the time, I eased out of his grip and silently padded into the ensuite bathroom to have a bath. Erik was insisting on me having baths, so I filled it with water, added some scented oils that he had brought back from one of his trips, then stepped out of my panties and slipped into the water. Sighing as the warm water soothed my soft skin, kept that way from the regimen of hormones I was on, I lathered up my body and shampooed my flowing blonde tresses as well. Slipping out of the tub, I let the scented water out and dried myself off with it. Nearly everything I touched or wore was soft and scented. I knew that only leather, silk or satin would cover me from now on. I'd always be wearing heels of some height on my feet and take longer to get ready for things. As I changed into a pair of high cut satin panties, I chose a matching black satin contour bra and slipped my arms through the straps, settled my 32E cup breasts into the cups, and hooked it in place behind me. Slipping my feet into a pair of 3in sling back heels, I brushed my long hair back and applied a light coat of make up, then walked downstairs to make breakfast. A few of the biker pack was in the lounge room as I walked past them. Knowing exactly what he liked, I made him breakfast and helped the other girls In the months that I'd spent here, they had become like surrogate sisters to me, helping me to dress, look my best, walk and act as if I'd always been female. I couldn't have stopped walking with a sensual sway of my hips even if I'd wanted to. Putting everything on the tray, I carried it upstairs to him. Walking in to find him still asleep, I sipped his coffee, then put the tray on the bedside table and leaned down to kiss him. My passionate kiss woke him up like I'd hoped it would. His strong arms wrapped around me and held me against him. My own arms had become a lot more slender as I never carried anything heavy. "Mmmm.. that's one way to wake up a man princess. I didn't know you were scared of lightning," he softly asked me as I took in his scent, the scent that I used to have. "I'm not, not usually anyway, only when it strikes close to me, then it unnerves me," I replied as he took in the scent of breakfast and sat up to let me place the tray on his lap. "You've become quite the cook Beth, it's a skill that every woman should have, don't you agree," he asked me as he sipped his coffee and tried the toast that id prepared for him. "Yes I do, everyone should know how to cook, but especially women," I quickly replied as he offered me more of his breakfast. Not willing to argue, I accepted what he gave me and smiled as his free hand cupped and caressed my right breast. "I'll arrange your final surgery soon, then you can truly become Mary Beth Anderson," he told me as I drank some of his coffee. The thought of having my cock taken away scared me, even though I'd never use it again, and it didn't suit the rest of me now. After he had finished breakfast, he had a shower and got dressed. He mainly wore authentic Harley gear and had ordered me a sizable wardrobe as well. He knew my sizes and had ordered tshirts, halter tops, leather jackets for me, if it had Harley Davidson on it in some way, I wore it. Helping him get dressed, I smiled as he squeezed my firm ass, kissed me and went downstairs. Moving to the window, I watched him walk out to the garage and ride out on his Motorcycle. I had figured out, by asking around and from seeing on my own, that they ran drugs and guns around the country to fund their lifestyle. They lived to ride and rode to live. Two weeks later, true to his word, he had me change into a leather miniskirt and halter top, then go out with him late on Friday night. I had no idea where he was taking me, but when he stopped outside a late night doctors clinic, I just knew that I would leave there a complete woman. He walked in with me and stayed with me as I undressed and let the doctor give me a check up, asking me if I was in any pain, or had any problems. When I answered in the negative, he gave me a sedative and waited until I passed out. Sexual reassignment surgery isn't simple surgery, and its not cheap either. The surgery clearly happened somewhere else, as the clinic wasn't set up for it. After months of taking female hormones and acting like a woman in every way, he had apparently decided I was ready and took me there. How long I was unconscious for, I don't know, but when I woke up, I was back in our bedroom. My crotch was covered up and bandaged, and when I was allowed to see it, I stared at it in shock. A real pussy instead of my cock and balls, not a latex pussy but a real one, it even had the piercing through my clit, which they had made. It took a while for me to accept that my cock was gone forever. I dilated my new pussy as I was told to and did everything else that I was told to. The other women were eager to see it and were even more eager to slide a strap on dildo into it. After that, I was given more freedoms. The phones were put back into sight, as he knew I wasn't about to use them, and I accepted the fact that I was a complete woman, other than I would never become pregnant or have periods. When he undressed me one night and had me straddle his lap, I just knew that he was going to take my pussy for the first time. I was nervous and held onto him, my slender arms around his neck as he teased my pussy lips and clit with his cock, getting me moist and ready for him. When I nodded my head to let him know that I was ready, he slowly slid into me, stretching me as I gasped and wrapped my long legs around his waist. Having a cock inside my new pussy was strange, being filled somewhere that I'd never been filled before. Shaking as his cock slid deeper and faster into me, I felt a strange sensation, similar to my own upcoming orgasm, but not. Was it an upcoming female orgasm, or something else, I asked myself as he thrust deep into me, bringing a girlish squeal from my lips. Holding onto him tightly, I rolled around the bed on him as he thrust and pinned me against him. Unable and unwilling to stop, I shuddered as I felt his cock swell up and spurt his cum deep into my pussy. I expected him to stop, but he continued to thrust inside me. His moans and grunts filled the room until I was brought to my first orgasm as a woman. More internal than external, I shuddered again as I shook and orgasmed. Panting heavily against him, I rested my head on his shoulder as I slowly recovered. "How was that Beth, there's more where that came from," he softly told me as he slid out of me and tugged on my nipples with his teeth. Slipping under the sheets, I curled up as he got ready for bed and was soon asleep. Questions filled my mind as I lay there. I was Mary Beth Anderson now, the girlfriend of a biker gang leader. I was dependant on him for everything, so what freedoms could I get on the road, when he decided to take me with him. After I had made him breakfast in the morning, he went out for a few hours, again not telling me, then returned to the garage to work on his bike. Curious about what went on in there, I looked through my extensive wardrobe and chose a short pink and black pleated tartan miniskirt, then a tie front crop top. Taking off my bra, I changed into the crop top and miniskirt, then put my long hair into two loose pigtails on either side of my head. Adding a pair of 4in stiletto ankle boots, I checked my appearance and walked downstairs. Several of the group were watching a chopper dvd and briefly glanced at me as I walked past them, my hips swaying as I passed them and stepped outside. The more I did here, the more I felt like Mary Beth. I had to be her to survive and flourish here. Shielding my eyes as I walked across to the huge garage and shed, I put some extra effort into my sexy walk and poise. I heard them talking and listening to rock music as I stepped onto the concrete floor. The sexy click of my heels got their attention, then Erik smiled as he saw me. "Beth, you miss me," he asked me as his arms found me, lifted me off my stiletto heeled feet and sat me up on one of the tool benches. Softly kissing me, he handed me a soda from the fridge and slipped his hand under my miniskirt, past my parted thighs and ran it over my sexy thong panty. Gasping in arousal and shock, I parted them immediately, expecting him to take me right there, but he only moved away back to his party disassembled bike, leaving me tingly and wanting. Sipping my soda, I watched him work on the bike, feeling almost out of place in my cute outfit. In here, cleanliness wasn't all important, but I had to keep myself clean and beautiful at all times. Pouting as I was being ignored, almost on purpose, I undid my crop top and let it part, showing off my now unsupported breasts to him. My slowly rising breasts caught the attention of the other bikers, then of Erik as he turned to see what I was doing. Returning to me, he tugged on my nipples to lead me across to one of the bikes. Easily lifting me off my boots, he had me straddle it and lean over it. Resting my breasts on the gas tank, he took out a digital camera and began taking photos of me. "I should have some professional pics taken of you princess, to put up on the walls, wouldn't you like that," he asked me as he took shot after shot of me. My smouldering gaze and pouty lips stood out as all eyes were centred on me. True to his word, two days later, a professional photographer came over and set up in the garage. Wearing only a satin thong, thigh high stockings and one of my new leather jackets, he photographed me on Erik's bike. Posing over and over, he directed me and made me feel more special and lusted after. Erik's harley Davidson fat boy motorcycle, which he had bought and maintained just after Terminator 2 came out, felt the caress of my firm breasts, belly and thighs as I posed over and over. 4 days later, the photographs were sent to the clubhouse and shown off to the gang. The best ones of me were framed and put up on the bedroom wall, a few more were put up in the living and lounge room. In addition to that, some of the photos that I was more covered up in were put in a motorcycle magazine that was read around America. About two weeks later, I was trying on a new corset and knee high leather boots I had ordered when I was told by Erik to come downstairs. As he didn't tell me to cover up, I didn't and came down as I was. Staring back at the tattooed older man sitting on the couch, I instinctively moved a hand to cover my bald pussy as he looked me over. This is Chopper, tattooist for a lot of bikies in the state, he's going to give you your tattoos, your colors, so to speak, as well as some to make you mine," he told me as I greeted him, then followed him upstairs to our bedroom. I was nervous and afraid of getting any tattoos as I was told to lay down on the bed, then felt his hands caressing my right ass cheek, and hip. Turning my head to watch him, I could only watch as he put the purple patterns along my hip and thigh, then a smaller one on my ass cheek. Unsure whether it would hurt or not, I could only lay still as he got the inks and needle gun ready. As he had shaved and sterilised the skin before putting on the patterns, I winced as he began to tattoo my right ass cheek. Erik sat down next to me and took my slender hand in his as the tattoo artist worked. As it hurt more than I thought, I concentrated on staying very still as he tattooed me, then stopped, covered the skin with a lotion and glad wrap, then begin to tattoo the outline of the design on my hip and thigh. Unable to easily see what he was putting on, I saw a long vine take shape. He filled in the centre with green ink, then added pink, red and black roses to the design. Time passed as he worked, and he finished just as it was getting dark. Covering up the other tattoo, I rested as Erik talked to the tattooist, paid him with a thick roll of bills, then walked him out. It took 4 days for me to be allowed to see the tattoos. He kept the skin sterilised, moist, and covered. When I was finally allowed to see it, I couldn't not smile as it looked very sexy on me. The green vine, with its added pink, red and black flowers sprouting from it, only added to my new beauty. The second tattoo, the one on my ass cheek, was of a red pitchfork, which was fitting, as he had the same design on the back of their jackets, their colours, so to speak. A few days later, I noticed their bikes being checked over, something was clearly being planned. When I asked Erik, he told me that we were going to Daytona Florida for the annual spring bike week. He clearly trusted me to go with him, plus he knew that I wouldn't run off on him, I was dependant on him now. When departure day came, I chose my wardrobe carefully. A white satin thong and shelf bra, thigh high fishnet stockings, knee high zip up leather boots with a 4in heel on them, a black halter top, tartan pleated miniskirt and one of my new harley leather jacket made me into a biker babe. Packing a few changes of clothes into a bag, along with my obligatory make up case, I followed him downstairs to where his Harley was parked. Having made up my face and styled my long hair, I accepted the helmet he gave me and some proper eyewear to protect my eyes, then hopped onto the back of his bike. Holding onto him as he started it up, I heard the familiar sound that is unique with Harley Davidson bikes, one that is very similar to a mothers heartbeat. Holding on as he took off with me, he took the lead position and lead the others down the access road, then onto the road leading to the closest highway. The wind blew my hair behind me and pushed at the material of my miniskirt as we rode. Keeping my arms wrapped around his stomach, I took in the sights as best I could, towns, trees, other cars. Being 20 strong, we got quite a bit of attention. Eventually we did have to stop for gas and parked at a gas station. Leaning back as he got off the bike, he began to fill up and asked me if I wanted anything from the shop. Tracing my fingers along my smooth thighs, I asked him for something cool to drink. As he walked into the shop, I leaned back again and glanced to the side. Parked on the other side of the petrol bowsers was a minivan. Inside the back were two teenage boys, one was watching me and the other was playing what looked like a handheld game. If I wasn't wanted for murder as Scott, I'd have leapt off and run for the van, but instead I just straddled the bike and waited for Erik to come back. They were soon both staring at me, at my firm breasts and toned thighs. Smiling to myself, I decided to show off a bit and slid my skirt up a bit, showing off more of my thigh and a bit of my panties as well. Slipping my jacket off my shoulders as well, I arched my back to emphasise my breasts. I just knew that they were aroused and hard, as any teenage boy would be when he saw someone like me, I would have been in their places. Smiling and blowing kisses at them, I giggled softly as they squirmed in their seats. Their mother returned from the gas station shop and quickly saw her sons, then what I was doing. Staring back at me, she mouthed the word slut at me. I was what I'd become, there was no way around that, my new body and hormones only reflected that. Playing with my nipples over my halter top, I giggled again as the two boys watched me eagerly, even as their mother told them to stop it. "Teasing the boys are you, that's my slut," I heard Erik's voice say from behind me as he returned from the shop with drinks, some hot food and a few magazines in a bag. "I love teasing the boys. With a body built for sin, can I do anything else," I replied as their father returned and immediately noticed my teasing semi clad body. His wife had to nearly drag him into the minivan and elbow him to get his attention. As they drove off, I blew another kiss at their sons and held onto Erik as he lead the pack to a nearby rest area and parked the bikes. Hopping off the bike, I sat down at a table and started on the snack and drink that he had bought me. As he sat down next to me, he lifted me up onto my lap and teased my sensitive nipples as I ate. Closing my eyes, I arched my back and squirmed on his lap as he continued to tease and arouse me. My body was much more smoother and sensitive than before, like any real womans, which only made his attention to me more natural. Pouting as he stopped, he lightly spanked me and lifted me up to let me use the ladies restroom. The last time I had been in a restroom like this, I had been completely male. Now I was a gorgeous biker babe on the road with her man. Sitting down to do my business, I listened to them talking and joking, what I was used to doing. After that, we took off again, riding through to Texas before stopping at a motel for the night. I stayed on the bike while he went in and took care of the rooms. When he returned I took my bag from the harley's saddlebags and followed him into our room for the night. It was like most motel rooms were, a double bed, a TV, bathroom, with a kitchen as well. He left me in there while they went over the road to get takeout, for them as well as their women. While I waited, I stripped off everything apart from my panties and laid down on the bed. Resting on my stomach, I tapped my heels against my firm ass as I read one of the magazines he had brought for me. He had bought me a copy of Cosmo, Cleo and a tabloid magazine, magazines he thought I would like. Wrapping a strand of blonde hair around my finger, I turned my head as he opened the door and walked in. Stopping as he saw me there on the bed, he only smiled and admired me, then closed the door and sat down next to me. "Catching up on the latest fashions and gossip princess, good," he said as he handed me the drink and warm chicken that he had bought. While I ate, he traced his fingers down my bare back and back up to my shoulders. Tingling as he did that, I savored my food and arched my back, stretching out like a cat. His fingers made their way down to my satin thong, he tugged at the hem, which made me lift my hips up to let him slide them down my thighs. Sliding them further down my legs, he parted them and moved behind me. When I heard the familiar sound of his pants unzipping, I raised my firm ass up and reached back to tease my sensitive pussy lips with my finger, readying myself for him as his cock replaced my fingers. Without warning, he thrust deep into me, he had to have quickly coated his cock with KY Jelly as it didn't hurt and he slid in pretty deep. Squirming and gasping in shock, I soon adjusted to having him inside me as he pumped back and forth into me, keeping me stretched wide. I knew how long he could last and what I had to do to make him cum. Thrusting back against him, I milked his cock and moaned in pleasure and arousal. He loved to hear me moan and soon came deep inside me. Keeping his cock buried deep inside me, his finger found my clit and rubbed it until I had had my very own female orgasm. Once I had settled down from my orgasm, he slid out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. Stopping only to pull his pants back up, he soon fell asleep. Turning towards the TV, I turned it on and checked out what was on. Even here, crap prevailed, sad reality shows and game shows. The only thing I found interesting to watch was Walker Texas Ranger, fitting as we were in Texas. In the morning, after a shared shower, we took off again, riding through the rest of Texas and through Oklahoma and Arkansas, bypassing Mississippi and Alabama for varying reasons. After riding through Georgia, we reached Florida. Up to now, the most number of Harley Davidson bikes I'd seen in one place were 20, the number in the biker gang. But here, I saw a lot more. Between 200,000 and 300,000 bikers gathered at Daytona Beach for bike week. It wasn't just harleys here, but most of them were Harleys. While I held on, he lead the pack along the roads until we stopped at our accommodation, a warehouse that he had rented for the week. It had privacy, room for the bikes, and accommodation areas, perfect for us. We settled in and really took in a lot the next day. Showing off the bikes is something that most bikers do. The packs bikes were all customised in some way. Erik's bike had been built and customised by Arlen Ness, who was here this year. He was one of the best custom harley makers in the US and was always in demand. Erik met up with him and introduced me to him. Wearing my best riding gear, I found out just what good friends they were and was able to see his latest work. The Daytona International Speedway was another place that we went to. For a long time, it had been the newer bikes that were raced, but they had put in Harley only races to bring in more crowds, namely harley riders. Paying for the tickets, we went on and congregated at the harley track, appropriately called Hog Heaven. From there, we watched the Harley only races. Showing off as much as I could in my tank top and miniskirt, I stayed by his side and with the pack. After the races, we went back to the pit area to see the bikes and meet the riders. When he wasn't kidnapping people and surgically altering them, he was actually an ok guy, but only if you overlooked those two key factors. While we were there, Erik took the opportunity to meet people and make deals, for drugs and maybe some hijackings. He was smart about the latter, he never killed anyone, took the same shipment twice, or used the same stretch of road twice. He would take a shipment of electronic goods, then a shipment of drugs, then another kind, making him impossible to predict and catch. By the time we were packing up, I was sorry to leave. I had enjoyed my week here. I had been to Florida, but never to Daytona Beach. I had seen another side of things, enjoyed the beaches with the other girls, wearing a very sexy bikini that I had packed. We had shown off our figures, flirted shamelessly and drawn our share of admirers. If our boyfriends hadn't been close by at times, we would have been propositioned I'm sure. He had undoubtedly received orders for drug shipments, which paid the bills and kept them on the roads. Sighing as I got onto the back of his Harley, he started it up, then lead the pack from the now empty warehouse. The trip back to New Mexico took a week, during which we made several stops. Myself and the other girls would be left together while the men went out, would be gone for about 6 hours, then return. Erik refused to tell me where he had been or what they had done, only that it was business. I didn't question him, as the business kept me clothed, fed and housed. Instead of taking the same route through Texas that he had before, we took a different one that lead us to El Paso. Unsure why we had taken this huge detour, my unanswered questions were answered as we stopped in the parking lot of a hotel. Parked outside were the bikes of a Mexican biker pack. The leader was just as tall as Erik, but a bit bigger built. They shook hands and had me follow him into his hotel room. Taking a seat near Erik, I shivered a bit as the other pack leader looked me over, taking in my toned thighs, slender waist and my impressive bust as well. They talked in fluent Spanish, a language that I didn't understand. About 5 mins into the conversation, Erik started to get fustrated and shook his head. Whatever he was being told, he didn't like it one bit. Leaning back, he nodded his head and shook the hand of the Mexican biker leader, then took my hand and lead me into the bedroom. "In return for a discount, he wanted two hours with you. I talked him down to one, Beth.. Babe, do this for me," he told me softly as he rubbed my shoulders and down my slender arms. "I don't understand why.. I don't want to lie with him, don't, I don't.. please," I pleaded with him as he looked deep into my blue eyes and wiped away the tears that were forming. "I'll make it up to you, I promise, do this for me," he again pleaded with me as I shook in his arms. "He wont be too rough with you, I'll make sure he doesn't, and I'll be right out in the next room. If he gets too rough, just call and I'll be right here," he added as I nodded my head in resignation. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I watched as he walked out and talked to him, clearly telling him what he had told me. Trying not to shake as he closed the door behind him and walked in, I took in his scent, different from Erik's. "Mmmm, you do smell sweet, I'm going to enjoy this," he said as he took off my jacket and halter top. Cupping and fondling my firm breasts, he tugged on my nipples, then spanked me, making me gasp in shock. Pulling me back until I was bent over the bed, he slid my boyleg panties down my hips and thighs, his fingers found my pussy lips and teased them, then spanked them as well. Gasping again, I tried to plead with him not to, but he only spanked me again and unzipped his pants. Spinning me around, he had me kneel on the bed and suck him off until his cock was hard and ready. Roughly spinning me back around, he pushed my thighs apart, slid a condom over his huge cock, then thrust hard into my pussy. Gripping the bed sheets, I shook as he thrust back and forth into me. My juices soon coated his cock, making it less painfull and easier to bear. I soon felt like any woman would, cheap and helpless, made to be someone else's whore in return for her man getting a favour. He grunted and shook as he thrust into me, taking his time as he pulled on my long hair and spanked me over my tattoo. "Oh yes my little dove, your worth every dollar of the promised discount," he said from behind me as he slammed deep inside me and came. Nearly lifted off my feet as he came, I found myself wanting to cum, but I didn't. When he had relaxed, he slid out of me and had me clean his cock with my mouth and tongue. I felt even more cheap and helpless as I serviced another mans cock. A year ago, the mere thought of sucking another mans cock would have revolted me, now I was female and sucking a mans cock was a lot more natural and expected of me. Once his cock had been put away, I curled up on the bed, trembling and blushing in shame as he laughed, spanked me again, then walked out. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I heard Erik's familiar footsteps come in. "It wasn't.. too bad was it Beth, he wasn't rough with you. If he was, just say the word and he wont be taking any woman again," I heard him say as I wiped away tears and shook my head. "No, he wasn't.. to rough with me, just,, let me rest," I softly asked him as I lay curled up. "Ok, just,, rest for a while, he's gone to get some drinks, so he wont be back for a few hours at least. I'll be outside if you want me," he said, then left the hotel room. Up until then, I had been taken by only one man, Erik. Now I had been taken and used like a bartering chip, a commodity, a favour to be given out. I felt almost like a whore. After resting for nearly 2 hours, I walked naked into the bathroom to have a shower. I stood under for nearly 20 minutes, washing every part of me, every part that the other pack leader had touched. Once I felt clean again, I stepped out and got changed. Quietly walking out, I had one of the other women hand me my make up case and was soon made up and beautiful again. Erik tried to get me to relax and unwind on the way back to their clubhouse, but I wouldn't open up to him. I said as little as possible and kept any conversation to a minimum. We arrived back at the clubhouse just before dusk. It was familiar and daunting at the same time. The other bikers and couples settled into their rooms, but not Erik. He went out to the workshed to work on his bike. It was almost as if he felt guilty, like he knew he had done the wrong thing and wanted to give me time alone and didn't feel like he should be with me tonight. I made a light snack and went to bed early, having the whole bed to myself. Waking up at my normal time, about 7am, I rested there until I heard his footsteps. Still feeling betrayed and hurt, I didn't move even as he got closer. "I will make it up to you, here, choose 3 things from these brochures, any 3, and I'll get them for you," he said from behind me, then placed 2 brochures in front of me and left the room. After he had left, I sat up and looked at the brochures that he had left for me. One had Red Envelope on the front, and the other was for Ralph Lauren. I had never bought from either company before so I had no idea what they sold. Opening up the Red Envelope one first, I flicked through it and wondered just what I could order, how much he was willing to pay, vs how guilty he felt. Picking up a pen from the side table, I marked three things out, a cashmere black two tone scarf, a matching tank top and short set, and an olivia bath and body set. Setting it aside, I opened up the Ralph Lauren one and looked through that. I only found two things in there that I liked, a pair of carinda lacquered suede open toe 4in pumps, and a pair of savia calfskin heels, elegant mary jane 4 ? inch with sexy ankle straps. The total came up to about $900. Putting them on the side table, I slipped out of bed and into the ensuite bathroom to have a long bath. Adding some bath oils, I relaxed in the warm water and stayed there even as I heard his footsteps in the bedroom. "I see you chose what you wanted Beth, by laying with him, you saved us a lot. You'll have what you ordered in two days time. I'm sure it wasn't fun with him, but.. I'm gratefull," he said to me through the open door, then left. True to his word, the sealed packages arrived two days later. He had indeed made it up to me, and as I walked around the bedroom in the black suede heels, I ran my slender ands along my hips. The black cashmere scarf and tank top shorts set complimented my sensual figure. Any resentment I had for him had passed as I posed for him. My breasts strained under the tank top as he sat on the bed. Long practise in walking in heels made me walk with a sexy nighclub sway of my hips. My toned calves and thighs were shown off as well, keeping his attention on me, I felt more and more feminine. "You look more and more beautiful Beth," he softly told me as he pulled me onto his lap and rested his hand on my trim belly, rubbing it as if I was with child, which would never happen of course. Later that day, he brought me to orgasm after orgasm, then took me out on a ride. Things quietened down after that. He continued to go out and not tell me where he had been. His informers in the various New Mexico police departments had told him of a new gang that had moved in from California. They ran weapons and drugs just like Erik's demons did, but were more reckless and daring. Two weeks after their last visit, I was laying on our bed, reading a Cosmo magazine, and heard vehicles parking outside the house. I knew the sound of everyone's bikes but I didn't know these ones. Getting to my bare feet, I padded to the window and looked out to see six bikes and two SUVs parked outside. Before I could make a sound, unfamiliar people piled out and ran for the front doors. I heard them kick the door in and heard shouted orders as well as shots being fired. They weren't with any police department, or DEA, so who were they. Whoever they were, they were heading up to my room. As my heart pounded, I picked up a wooden baseball bat from the corner and held it up, right by the closed door, waiting for whoever it was to come in. glancing down at my semi clad body, wearing only a satin miniskirt, leather panties and bra, I hardly looked dangerous. As soon as the door was opened up, I swung the bat up high, connecting with an unfamiliar mans face and knocking him back into the hallway. I hardly believed that I had the strength or will to swing like I had. He just laid there and didn't move. As I heard more footsteps, I swung low and caught the next interloper on the knee, connecting hard as he tripped over his fallen friend. Before I could swing again, the bat was taken from me and a fist appeared in front of me. Connecting with my face, I was knocked backwards to the floor, then roughly picked up by my arm and flowing blonde tresses. "You trying to kill me slut," the voice said from behind me as I was punched again on the face, making me cry out in fresh pain. As he spun me around on the bed and raised his fist, I heard another voice stop him. "That's enough, there has to be enough of her face left to be recognisable in a polaroid for him, so take it easy," as I was spun towards him, I looked up at a face devoid of care. "Quite the little helion that Erik has, check on Dillon, and get Carson downstairs, he'll be limping for a while," he added as I was forced to my feet and pinned against his back. "Smile for the camera slut," he whispered into my ear as another man pointed a polariod camera at me and took a picture of us. "Good, leave it on the bed, so he knows who has her," he told him, then cuffed my wrists behind me. "Is he dead," he said from behind as I looked down at the man I had hit on the face. He didn't move at all, and blood centred on his nose showed that I had connected hard with it, clearly killing him as he didn't move or breathe. "They don't get any deader Spike, still, I told him to be careful. Maybe in his next life, he'll be more careful," I heard, then I was hustled downstairs to the main lounge room. The bikers that had been there, and two of my new sisters were kneeling, bound securely and covered by several automatic weapons. "Tell Erik that I have his princess, and if he wants to see her ever again, he'll call me and make a deal, one beneficial to me," he said to them as I was held in place. "Your making a huge mistake here. He wont take this laying down, he'll be back any second now, and if you take me, he wont stop until he has me back. You'll all be dead if you take me," I added as he backhanded me. "Quite a mouth on you, I'll be more than happy to find out if its good for anything other than talking," he said to me, then tossed a piece of paper on the floor with a mobile number on it, then forced me outside. They had be the new gang that was in New Mexico. Only they would be bold enough to raid the house while the majority of the pack was out and snatch me, so openly and without fear. As I was forced into the trunk of the closest SUV, I could only hope that they found me soon, it was dark in the trunk, and my heart was pounding inside my chest. Laying still, I heard and felt the SUV start, then reverse and drive from the driveway, taking me from my new home with a gang that was willing to do anything, even kidnapping, to get to Erik. End of part two, I hope you enjoy it. Part 3 will follow very soon.