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Back to Business--Chapter 85—Angels of Devil’s Gorilla’s

Three girls followed the wrong man sixty miles later they are forced to walk naked thru dark forest to a poacher’s deer stand…

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Chapter 85

Silverback jumped off the last 3 steps of the deer stand set up by Daniel Fine to poach wild game on Gorilla land. Though it had angered this chapter of Devil’s Gorillas it turned out to be a lucky break.

Had the chapter’s President, Ray Taylor, been in a different mood, that poacher, Daniel Fine would not be removing cuffs that had nailed one very naked gorgeous 24-year-old woman from the outside wall of an old decrepit cabin.

Or that her only response as he led her by leash and collar up to that cabin had voiced worry of ants or termites living in the ancient walls. She’d been on that wall most of the day and while glad to come down because of a turn in the late autumn weather, she still didn’t react as expected — no fight with the gag to whine or complain. She did seem grateful when he allowed her to walk, not crawl.

As he led her to the cabin’s entrance, four ATV’s fired up, throttles revving, scattering gravel as they peeled away from the barn where they were stored, eager to learn what caused the flash of light picked up by security cameras near the entrance to Gohreelah Ranch.

Certain though that what they’d find would be Silverback, along with Ray and Cardenas, their vehicle or cargo trailer loaded with new recruits to their slave roster, fresh meat to fuck and train.

‘Wouldn’t that be something if it’s not Ray and Cardenas?’ Thought Hades, second in command of this Biker group. ‘A poacher horning in on another poacher’s deer-stand to poach deer or coyotes? Pretty sure we can forget bear now… temps dropping… calendar flirting with December 1st.’

Watching the bikers scatter gravel, taillights barely visible through the dust the young woman just down from the cabin wall worked moisture into her mouth with effort to speak.

“No worries, Master Fine. I enjoyed my time on the wall. I knew you’d come soon, never bear bait.”

“Wolf possibly, later tonight.” She shuddered. “Thank you for saving me from that, Master. Is there a way to show how truly thankful I am?”

Daniel’s cock jumped at that, made him wonder how his wife, Robi, might react to hearing him called Master? Or Master Fine? Then realized she’d be running this same gauntlet, not just his wife but his daughters, too! He did not yet know if his niece would be in that group of new Gorilla slaves, or if his sister would soon be as well.

There was a lot about the Gorilla hierarchy he didn’t yet know or even understand, but he’d pick it all up, eventually. As the Gorilla’s latest probation member, he had been left to guard and tend the five new slaves Hades and Cardenas had just brought in that morning from Texas, a gift from the tornado god that had literally dropped five young women and one young male directly in a Gorilla path.

People disappear in storms. Tornados pick up heavy vehicles, drop them miles distant from the pick-up point.

The young male was Bryson, arrived as captive slave, hours later promoted to probationary member, same break given to Daniel when caught in the deer-stand poaching game.

For Bryson, the choice had been death by torture, go through the initiation to become Devil’s Gorilla. For Daniel, a choice less dire but no less a lifeline from hell: prison or Gorillas.

Even if Daniel’s Judge had been kind of heart, enough to pronounce the minimum, just three years of incarceration, tabulated to nine thousand-twenty-five days — if he’d gotten a break for good behavior, it would have been end of world change for Daniel Fine.

Hades goosed his ATV once out of the yard, drove toward a dark forest with three others following behind, the horizon behind them disappearing almost as fast as the men to rode away from it, leaving Fine and Bryson to watch over six naked women.

That the command to watch over them was made without a glance toward Bryson, that told Daniel Fine his co-newbie was STILL more slave than prospective member of this Biker’s club.

As Hades drove toward the ranches entrance gate, he focused on the track that still, after two years did not look much better than a forgotten deer path.

The men had discussed disbursement earlier that day and as Daniel listened, slowly realized the men talked of these women as assets to be kept, not the dollars or sums of merchandise to be sold.

Five men, five cities: Crawdad— based in New Orleans—the number jotted down Daniel was not able to see but knew he was one of them. Would that include Robi or their daughters?

Manny — no more than two — there had been discussion of who would take another male — Princeton — caught in one of the bedrooms on State Street, Daniel’s house, his daughter Ivory. She’d snuck him in through the window.

Juan — a hacienda in Cuba, not yet decided how many. Ray — in Sturgis, South Dakota Hades and Wolf — here in pueblo.

‘What kind of father doesn’t have some sense his daughter is giving it away to the clerk at the Lug & Jug? Or that his wife has a predilection for KINK? If what Hades told me is true, my wife! Is it a genetic trait? Maybe the girls won’t mind this life. Your niece is a cockwhore. Maybe her cousins are too.’

The ATV’s roared down the trail toward the deer stand. One by one wheels rattled over the cattle guard, stopped at two vehicles blocking the trail out.

“Cameras must have worked!” Ray Taylor greeted his broker as Hades hit the kill switch on his ATV. “Just as Bronze insisted they would. I’ll know if someone tries to sneak through no matter where I am, Pueblo or Sturgis.”

“New Orleans or Juarez.” “Yeah. None of those are happening soon, even Sturgis. Jesse’s pregnant. You’ll soon be Uncle Ray.”

“I already am! Wolf & Mindy got custody of Tori. She remembers you… calls you Uncle Devil.”

“Changing subjects… you got all three? Wife and daughters?”

Ray grinned. “EIGHT. The youngest bitch snuck her boyfriend through the bedroom window and that was just the first unexpected acquisition. Fine’s niece was there. We’ll get his sister tomorrow or next day.”

“That’s five. You said eight. How did you manage to snag three beyond that?”

“Gas stop at Lug & Jug. Three cheerleaders coming out of the store, one stood gawking, watched Silverback fucking Fine’s oldest, bouncing her up & down on his lap. Truck was rocking the rhythm of the fuck. Manny threw them a dare…” Hades grinned quite able to picture that scene.

“They took off with a squeal of tires, laying rubber… followed us, probably Silverback’s Viagra to thank for the why that brought them pulling up behind the trailer as we neared the interstate. They had to know what was going on in the front seat of that super-cab.”

“At least one of them… standing in the lot gawking at that truck, enough light to see inside the cab.”

Rick Sperling had cut short the decreed ten swats his SLUT paddle, his hard cock and an arm out of practice had succumbed to no sleep for more that twenty-four hours. He lacked energy to drive his cock into a tight hole and no longer found the thought appealing.

Instead of joining the parade of naked women to the deer-stand, he pulled Grace into the backseat of his sheriff’s SUV. Hoping his zipper would be enough access, he pulled her face first, down to his crotch. Those first seconds the mouth felt good, warm, wet… teeth that were smooth… no jagged edges and…

What the FUCK? A mouth of hard plastic?

“What’s wrong with your teeth, girl? Why are they moving?” “Daddy had them all pulled… 7th grade. He wanted an empty tunnel.”

“Reverend Dale is a child molesting pervert?” Grace shrugged. “I guess so. He said it was his duty as a dad to make sure I knew how to pleasure a man, that my husband would treasure me if I learned to suck and swallow.”

“And you believed him?” “He’s my dad I was young. Of course I believed him. Too embarrassed to tell anyone.”

“That’s…” Sperling didn’t finish what he meant to say, aware that any attempt to condemn her father would label himself as well. Grace was eighteen, maybe nineteen depending on her birth date, but she wasn’t in this truck by choice.

A moral paradox, one he’d shelve for now to live in the moment… an empty mouth… groomed to deliver a smooth well-honed blowjob.

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