Taken by the Biker Gang Book 2: Descent - A Hardcore Menage MC Romance Short

By Mona Bliss

“My name is Robin Teller, and things have got a little crazy (and just a little bit sexy) in my life since the Vipers MC rolled into town…”

A few days ago, I was an innocent young blonde with a delectable body that had never been touched by anyone. That was until I met the enigmatic, devastatingly gorgeous David and his roguish crew of biker friends. 

They invited me back to their clubhouse and blew my mind with their rough, uncompromising sexuality. At the end of the night, I could barely walk straight after what they did to my tight body! But that was only the first step in my initiation, and if I want to become a Viper Doll, I will have to pass a few more tests devised by these wicked older men… 

Flushed with exhilaration at the thrills I received from the vulgar, muscular bikers, I agreed to meet them for the second round of my initiation. If it panned out anything like the first night, I expected some intense, no-holds barred action! 

I secretly hoped that the imposing, dreamy David nursed romantic plans for me, but I soon discovered that expectations can be deceptive… 

From the moment a sultry Viper Doll collected me on her bike, I should’ve known the second stage would be far more challenging than anything I could’ve imagined in my innocent, horny mind… 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mona Bliss
• Release date: Feb 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524233075

Book preview

I awoke from a feverish dream of whirring motors and cruel hands scurrying all over my nubile flesh.  The pleasant pulse springing from between my slick thighs indicated that the dream was some filthy reminder of the previous night’s life-altering exertions, but the hedonistic images dissipated the moment my eyelids flickered open and I heard my mother’s shrill voice drifting up from downstairs.

The princess is still fast asleep, she moaned in her inimitable fashion, no doubt finding a receptive audience in my equally strict father.  She had the most cryptic smile on her face when she eventually waltzed in last night.  I actually thought she was drunk for a little while, but I couldn’t smell any booze on her.  Who knows what she’s getting up to with this precious new boyfriend of hers?

If only you knew, I thought naughtily as I pulled myself up and glanced at my bedside clock.  I still had a couple of hours to kill before my rendezvous with the Vipers at the Woodgate Mall, so I collapsed back onto the sheets and stared blankly at the ceiling-fan.  I was wearing nothing except my flimsy pink panties, and the currents of circulating air washed over my bare flesh as I stretched my weary limbs and reflected on the astonishing sexual gymnastics I had performed at the Viper clubhouse.

Yesterday I was a blushing virgin, and now I’ve had five fat cocks inside my teenage holes, I reflected disbelievingly as my hand strayed across my glistening stomach and edged inexorably towards my well-lubricated pussy.

I was filled with a keen sense of shame and debasement, having offered my body to the sexed-up bikers like it was little more than a toy to be played with.  But my humiliation was easily overshadowed by the raw carnality of the events and the novel sensations that the experienced men unearthed with their rough fingers and vile tongues.  My fond remembrance of the hair-pulling, orifice-stuffing orgy drew my finger beneath the soaking fabric of my panties, and I had to bite the soft flesh of my free hand to stifle my moans when my fingertip brushed my swollen clit.

Mmmmm, now that’s nice, I thought as I rolled my finger around my bud in slippery