You talk with the leader.

Your biker leaves you for the moment and you lie dazed upon the battered old couch. Your emotions run wild as the implications of what just happened begin to sink in. Steve Cartwright, twelve years in the Corp and formerly on the FBI's top ten wanted list. Marine, killer and all round badass just got fucked as a woman....and enjoyed it. "Hell", you admit to yourself wryly, not just enjoyed it. You loved it.

You wipe off a dribble of cum that's running down your chin and take a look around the room. Toni is on all fours vigorously eating out Chrissy's cunt whilst a biker ploughs his pussy from behind. Nearby Tamara is kneeling with two huge bearded Hell's Angels towering above her. She has a dick in each hand and wanks them off and sucks them each in turn for a few seconds. Julia is laid across a tatty armchair getting spitroasted by a couple of bikers. The biker fucking her cunt from behind occasionally slaps her big ghetto ass, her squeals and outrage only encouraging him to do it again. Rihanna is being fucked up against the wall, her slim legs wrapped around some guy's waist as he supports her light weight and fucks her.

"Penny for your thoughts Blondie." The head biker is back by your side.

In the few seconds he has been gone the guy has stripped off completely. He has a hard muscled body, scarred here and there by what your violent experiance tells you are a couple of gunshot wounds and knife cuts. He is casually towelling off his dick, already stiff again. You guiltily find yourself hoping it is the sight of you naked that made him regain his erection so quickly and that he is ready to use you again.

"You were right damn you." You admit to him. "That fucking pill didn't just make me a woman, it made me a slut. I want more already."

The biker chief laughs and flops down on the couch. He parts his legs and his big hard cock rears up invitingly from his lap. You have to make a conscious effort to pull your gaze from it to look your biker in the face.

"Take a seat Blondie." The biker gestures at his stiff dick, as if there had been any doubt to what he meant. "But take it easy this time. We need to talk and it's hard to concentrate when you beasthump me."

You climb on his lap, his long stiff cock feels familiar and welcome as it slides up into your wet pussy. You give a contented sigh as your hungry cunt is filled once more. You rock you hips slowly, savouring the pleasure of the hot hard flesh inside you.

"You know that the search for you will be spreading out now the storm has passed." The biker says. "We're going to bug out real soon before this area is crawling with feds."

"So what happens to me, and the others?" You ask. "You just gonna leave us here? There's bound to be roadblocks everywhere by now."

"Well we could hand you in, they'd probably forget about our weed grow here if we'd apprehended a dangerous bunch of killers." The biker muses.

"You what?" You look at him sharply and see him grin. The guy is teasing you and he reaches up to pinch one of you plump erect nipples.

"Fuck Blondie, the look on your face." The biker laughs. "That was the hard assed killer right there. I'm just shitting you, ain't no way we'd help the pigs. Leaving you ain't an option cause you've seen our colours and when you were caught you'd have no reason not to talk about all this weed."

"It would be a shame to off such a good fuck, so I guess we're going to have to take you along with us." The biker continues. "We scouted this place pretty well, there's fire roads through the forest that run nearly thirty miles. Should take us beyond the feds cordon if they still think you sluts are on foot and the trees will give some cover from an air search."

"Sounds like a plan." You say, grinding slowly on his lap with his cock buried to it's hilt. "So where you heading? Not sure about the others. They might have their own plans, but I'll hang with you guys a while if that's cool."

"We won't be stopping for nothing but gas till we hit Sturgis." You are told. "Anyone want's to split they'll have to wait till then. Good luck to the feds if they want to find five crazy chicks in amongst a million bikers."