Taken by the Biker Gang Book 1: Initiation - Hardcore Menage Romance

By Mona Bliss

“My name is Robin Teller, and I have a very steamy story to share if you’re willing to listen…"


A few months ago, my life was pretty dull. I was a naïve, virginal eighteen-year old with long blonde hair, geeky glasses and a mouth-watering body that every guy I met wanted to get their filthy fingers on. Despite my obvious physical charms, I had never met anyone I wanted to do the nasty with. But all of that changed when David walked into my life… 

A tall, handsome older man with the body of an athlete and the most delicious green eyes, David was the leader of the notorious Vipers’ motorcycle gang. He offered to save me from my boring life and deliver me into a taboo world of danger and forbidden thrills. All I had to do was meet him at the Vipers’ clubhouse and undergo a routine ‘job interview’. Little did I know that this was no ordinary job interview… and David wouldn’t be the only huge, leather-obsessed motorhead conducting my initiation into wild, hardcore passion! 

This 7000 word story is the first segment of a three-part sexual odyssey that explores the humiliation and degradation of a beautiful, innocent young woman at the hands of a group of grizzled, older bikers. Featuring rough anal-play, double-penetrations, ritual humiliation and a messy, sticky climax,Initiation will satisfy even the most jaded fan of no-holds-barred menage action! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mona Bliss
• Release date: Feb 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524267940

Book preview

Hey sweet-tits?  Can you shake that fine tail over here and pour me a beer?

For fuck’s sake, please not today, I thought as I felt an ice-cube bounce off my tight teen ass. I rolled my baby-blue eyes dramatically and spun on my heels to face the offending patron. It was Billy Watkins of course, the part-time motor mechanic and full-time alcoholic who had been leering at me for the entire three months I had worked at Trojans Bar and Grill.  It was only two in the afternoon, and I could tell that he was already well past the point of no return.  Billy’s dirty blonde hair clung to his ruddy cheeks in sticky patches, and his tongue lolled out stupidly between his thick, wormy lips.

Is that any way to talk to a young lady Billy? I asked as I leaned over the pockmarked mahogany bar counter and filled his empty glass with the strongest beer on tap.  His glazed brown eyes pored obscenely over my large, sweat-drenched tits while I topped off his glass, and I was acutely aware of the fact that I forgot to wear a bra that morning.

Billy also didn’t fail to notice my nipples jutting against my figure-hugging black blouse, and his eyes sparkled lasciviously while he licked the creamy froth from the crest of his tall glass.

From where I’m sitting, I don’t see any ladies.  All I see is a ripe young honey who doesn’t know what she’s missing.

He settled back on his stool and grabbed his crotch without tearing his eyes away from my ample cleavage.

There’s a billy-club in my pants with your name on it, Robin.  Just say the word and I’ll be happy to bash your cherry with it.

After working at Trojans for a while, I was fairly used to unwanted male attention and the disgusting lewdness that passed for wit in their booze-addled brains.  Nevertheless, the grossness of Billy’s cherry-bashing comment sent a shiver of revulsion rocketing through me, and I could feel the tell-tale sting of tears burning the corners of my eyes.  I knew I was on the verge of crying like a little girl, and I wasn’t prepared to give Billy the satisfaction of seeing me like that.  Instead, I dashed out from behind the bar and sought the refuge of the women’s toilet, Billy’s cackling laughter trailing after