Marvel's RUTHLESS RIDERS MC: Rally of Danger!!

Sturgis South Dakota

Motorcycle gang member Red-Bone walked through the crowd. His dark hair and mustache, and leather jacket were quite the common look here. He’d parked his Harley and was making his way through the hordes of people crowding the street. Sometimes, the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, the largest of its kind in the world, was a powder keg waiting to explode. It seemed tame this year. For now…

Walking with Red-Bone, was his bearded cohort, and former gang leader Rocky Rhodes. They were once members of the Satan’s Saints club, but with that prick Ace in control of the Reapers again, the Satan’s Saints were quickly outnumbered by their number one rival gang. Both one percenters, which denoted a criminal gang, or “one percent” of society. Further, the Hellbirds were growing in number, a second rival gang. Much less a threat. But that made Rocky decide to assimilate into the Ruthless Riders Motorcycle club when offered. Or more like he was **** to assimilate. Known simple as the Ruthless MC, the gang was notoriously dangerous and violent.

Sure as shit, Red-Bone saw the reason why. The hulking mass of the man known as Big Daddy Dawson, leader of the Ruthless MC, sat at an outside open aired bench area surrounded by the Ruthless MC members. Red-Bone noted the presence of some heavy hitters that Big Daddy has recruited. The long haired red-headed chain swinging brute known only as the Viking. A rotten bruiser from Rio Diablo, New Mexico.

Then there was the lunatic with the Texas Chainsaw Leather-face mask, known as…well….Chainsaw. Red-Bone was sure the man was psychotic. No one had seen Chainsaw without a mask. He was big and imposing.

Yet, none were as big and imposing as Big Daddy Dawson. He seemed well over 6’5” inches, a mass of upper body muscle. Sure he had a gut, but his upper torso was like rock. Dawson was balding on top, but still had long hair in the back. Muttonchop sideburns cut down his cheeks then back up around his lips for a authentic bad-ass mustache. He had no hair over his chin. If Big Daddy looked mean, its because he was. It’s said he threw the Ghost Rider….THE GHOST RIDER around like a ragdoll, and even beat up that prick who called himself the Son of Satan…Hellstrum or whatever. But Dawson would recant that story and say he just pulled a ‘gun on the scrawny little goth bitch’ and made the man cry.

Dawson was coming off six-months of a probation violation. Big Daddy spent ten years in the clink for manslaughter previously, as well as having been in and out of jail for dealing ****, car-theft, ****, driving under the influence…you name it….Big Daddy did time for it.

Red-Bone didn’t hate the big biker leader. Instead, he had a tremendous envy of the man. Not because he ran the gang but because of his mo….

“RED AND ROCKY!” A feminine voice called from behind Red-Bone and Rhodes, they turned to see a group of women, the M.O.THE.Rs (Molls of the Ruthless), most of them skinny and elderly, two fat ones, but the one who spoke to Red-Bone and Rhodes, good god damn she was gorgeous. The youthful, buxom, blonde known as Baby-Doll. She was tatt’d all over, short shorts that didn’t cover her ass, and a tight brown, black and white striped top that tits that made Red-Bone’s mouth water.

Baby-Doll wasn’t the leader of the M.O.THE.Rs but she was the loudest. Rhodes called her a walking boner, and Red-Bone felt flush red as blood rushed to his cock taking the beauty in. All heads and eyes, male ones, were on her body. She was the hottest thing in South Dakota. The blonde handed beers to the other girls and came over and hugged Rocky Rhodes, whose own face was flush, after the heavy hug, Rhodes adjusted his pants. It was Red’s turn and he tried to avoid the close hug, but the outgoing Baby-Doll wouldn’t have it. She pulled Red into her body, crushing her tits into his upper chest, right under his chin. She must have been in five inch wedge heels. She pushed her entire body into Red, and her hips thrust into his.

“Ooooh,” Baby-Doll laughed looking down at Red-Bone’s jutting boner, “Maybe its Red and ROCKET!” She laughed, and the other MOTHERs laughed as they moved past letting Baby-Doll do the greetings. Suddenly, Baby-Doll grabbed Red’s hand and lead him through the crowd. “Come help me get a round.” She shouted over the growing din of talking bikers. “You want one Rhodes?” She looked back past Red-Bone to a nodding Rhodes who made his way to the area where the Ruthless MC was waiting. The bodacious blonde pulled Red through to the bar line, but got shoved by a short man in a leather jacket causing her to fall back into Red-Bone. Her ass pushed right into Red’s crotch. Then a crowd grew around the bar. “You don’t mind waiting in line,” she smiled turning back slightly. The girl then wiggled her ass right on his crotch, stimulating Red-bone’s erection in his tight jeans. Teasing him to the point of bursting. “You don’t mind at all do you darlin,” she giggled and kept wiggling her ass on his prick. Her hands, holding his were around her waist, still slowly moving her ass and hips rubbing the poor biker Red-Bone’s cock.

This was it, thought Red-Bone, Baby-Doll was finally going to make him cum, after all this time. He felt his balls tighten and a rush of euphoria, pre-cum began to ooze out his hard cock. “Oooh,” Baby-Dolll suddenly said pulling her ass from his erection. “We’ll take another 8 Busch Lights.”

Red-Bone groaned in disappointment, staring at Baby-Dolls ass that swayed as she ordered.

Denied again, Red-Bone sighed, balls tight and hurting. He was reduced to holding several red-solo cups and helping Baby-Doll move through the crowd back to the benches were the Ruthless MC was sitting. Red-Bone’s red cheeks were now green with envy when Baby-Doll planted a soft kiss on the lips of Big Daddy Dawson. The hot girl in the tight shorts slid a card into Big Daddy’s leather jacket pocket, something that would get anyone else killed. “Thanks baby,” she patted his bald head and kissed it, “you’re the nicest mean asshole in Sturgis,” she joked and everyone laughed.

Big Daddy Dawson, wasn’t content with a peck, he literally reached up and gabbed Baby Doll’s small; hips and pulled her down into his lap. “And you’re the hottest piece of ass this side of the Mississippi,” Dawson remarked and then pushed his lips to Baby-Dolls. The girl opened her mouth and the pair kissed deeply, tongues slapping. It would be odd for most, a big balding man in his late forties making out with a tight bodied girl in her early twenties, but by now, for the Ruthless MC…this was common place.

Red-Bone was so jealous. He had seen Baby-Doll and approached before Dawson, and by the rules of the Ruthless MC, that meant she should have been Red-Bone’s. But who was Red to challenge the man who bested superheroes with only his strength and size.

“Get a room,” a skinny older woman with big orange hair called from one of the tables. Red-Bone recognized Priscilla Morrison, **** addict and M.O.THE.R. Her joke made the Ruthless MC crowd laugh.

Baby-Doll pulled off the kiss, and gave Priscilla the finger. She mouthed the words “BITCH” and then stated, “We got one….thank you very much.” Red-Bone noticed Baby-Doll was now chewing the gum his leader Dawson was chewing moments ago. “And me and my baby put it to good use.” The young girl pulled the older man’s chin up and planted a peck on his lips.

“Not nearly enough,” Dawson grumbled suddenly. He lit a Cuban cigar and then a cigarette, an American Spirit.

A collective “OOOOOOOOO” ran through the crowd, accompanied by laughs.

Baby-Doll gasped grabbing the American Spirit from her beau. “Fuuuuck yooouu…” she playfully slapped Dawson’s chin, pushing it slightly. “You got pussy like an hour ago.” Baby-Doll openly admitted puffing on her smoke.

Dawson smiled triumphantly blMowing a long cloud of cigar smoke. “Yeah, but I did just get out of the pen baby.” He said kissing her lips quickly now. The whole gang was listening to their stories.

Baby-Doll rolled her eyes and shook her head in annoyance. “You got out like two weeks ago dude.” She then laughed and turned to the crowd of Ruthless MC bikers who drank and ate up every word. “This dude had four conjugal visits a week in his plea.” She held up four fingers for the crowd. “FOUR CONJUGALS!” She chuckled. “I spent more time in that Pen than you.” Baby-Doll’s joke got a laugh from the crowd.

Priscilla, with her big hair inquired, “how’d you pull off four conjugal visits per week?”

The gorgeous blonde known as Baby-Doll made a glance at the sky in a playfully coy manner. “I may or may not have….”, Baby-Doll made motion with her hand that held the cigarette pushing it towards her mouth and using her tongue to push out a bulge in her cheek, signifying a ‘blowjob’, and then she continued, “….the judge.” The crowd had a huge laugh, except for Red-Bone who seethed with jealousy. Priscilla asked which judge, and Baby-Doll answered. “That shit head Judge Tomb, Elias or whatever.” She turned to Dawson and poked him with her smoking hand. “You owe me cause I had to suck off Bukowski too.”

“No way,” Priscilla Morrison chuckled. “Assistant D.A. Buck…I like to fuck.”

The blonde nodded. “Yeah you know it girl, little dicked Buck. Meanwhile ol’ Jimmy Wesley and the court reported were pulling their little peckers in the corner of the Judge’s chambers.” Baby-Doll was referencing Big Daddy’s defense attorney, who also represented Kingpin and other high priced clients.

Iron Mike, the oldest member of the Ruthless MC finally added his two cents. “How’d you afford a lawyer like Wesley?” He chugged his beer.

One of the bigger, more ‘thick’ M.O.THE.Rs who was sitting with Priscilla weighed in. “Baby-Doll probably blew him too,” she added sipping a beer to another round of laughs.

“Uh…..” Baby-Doll shot Big Daddy a knowing glance, and the big man just smiled. “Not exactly,” the blonde had a confused look, unsure if she was going to admit what was coming next. “Wesley….that boy….he likes to watch.”

“What did you make him a porno,” Iron Mike blurted out. More laughs. It was already a good ol’ time.

Big Daddy shook his head. “Attorney client privilege.” He added and won the conversation. “Enough of that…..lets toast to a great fuckign start to STURGIS!” Big Daddy stated and lifted his red cup of beer.

Baby-Doll shouted now. “TO FUCKING STURGIIIIIISSSSS!” She cheered holding her hands and her own cup in the air. She was joined by more than just the Ruthless MC. The whole crowd let out a “WHOOOOOOOOOO!”

The afternoon, the first afternoon, was turning out wonderfully, for everyone but Red-Bone. The low-lever member of the club, once the second in command seethed with jealousy, watching Baby-Doll move like a social butterfly, constantly getting hit on, but always rebuffing the advances.

To make matters worse, Baby-Doll made Red-Bone her beer bitch bestie, pulling him with her for each round. Each time she’d rub that ass on his cock, sometimes to music and rubbing her hands through her hair. Then she’d immediately return to her beau, the big nasty older leader of the biker gang.

Red-Bone, not much older than Baby-Doll, watched her joke about which judge she sucked off to drop whichever charge was levied against Big Daddy. The young Ruthless MC member reminisced once more about the first time he laid eyes on Baby-Doll.

Then...

It was at that shitty Indianapolis bike rally. Filled with goody-two-shoes groups like “Team America”.

Yet, everyone had their eyes on the girl with that loser Tim Carney, the hero known as “Mister Justice” who paraded around with the freaks in “Team America”. It wasn’t an accident that Red-Bone and the Ruthless MC ran into “Team America” at that dank dive bar. Red-Bone had told Rocky Rhodes he’d laid eyes on the most gorgeous girl, stating his intentions to make her his. Which meant he’d get first crack. He made a pass, but she rebuffed him at the bar, in her tight pink dress.

But something happened, and it’s all a blur, since it was years ago. Team America and the Ruthless MC got into it, and Mister Justice and Team America, who summoned the mystic biker hero “Marauder” with their freak powers, looked on top. All that ended when Big Daddy Dawson entered the bar and just started slamming everyone on the ground, from the Marauder to Mister Justice and the entire Team America. Over in what seemed liked seconds.

“To the victor go the spoils,” the villainous biker gang leader leered at the beauty standing nervously alone at the bar in her tight dress. Big Daddy lifted the girl over his shoulder and then commanded the Ruthless Riders to scatter and meet back at the motel that was the mobile HQ at that point. When Red-Bone made his way outside, he saw the girl on the back of Big Daddy’s Harley. She hung on for dear life like a deer in headlights.

The gang made it back to the HQ, and the girl stood nervously by the stairs. Big Daddy told her to wait, and informed everyone ‘look but don’t touch…she’s private property of Big Daddy.” The biker criminal then went in the kitchen and downed Jack Daniels.

Red-Bone approached the girl, or more like she approached him. “Is he…is he going to hurt me,” she asked rubbing her arms nervously. “Did he...did he really beat up Ghost Rider and Damien Hellstrom?” She seemed apprehensive and unsure of herself.

Red-Bone nodded. “That’s what they say,” to be honest, at that point, Red-Bone himself was new. But he reassured her. “You’ll be fine. I think he’s all talk”

Big Daddy’s large mass suddenly appeared swigging what was left of the bottle. He pushed the girl to the stairs and she stood defiantly for a moment. “You can do this the easy way….or the hard way.” Big Daddy said and made the gang laugh as they drank around the large two floor motel room. “Either way, Big Daddy is gonna get what he wants,” he sneered at the young girl who was probably half the older balding biker’s age. The girl walked up the stairs towards the master bedroom, her heels clicking, her ass swaying in the tight dress, a stark contrast to the leather biker jacket and ripped t-shirt of Big Daddy who followed. His own boots plodded up after her. When the young dark haired bombshell reached the top of the stairs, Big Daddy grabbed her wrist. She stopped in her tracks. “I said don’t touch,” Big Daddy called down to his gang. “But you can look,” he chuckled and quickly lifted the girls ass exposing black lace panties. The young lady gasped and looked back with a red face but she turned away in shame as the biker displayed her ass for his cheering and hooting gang. The leader then spanked the ass making it jiggle.

Chants of “Big Daddy” went up all around the motel room. Big Daddy pushed the girl up the stairs and towards the bedroom’s double doors at the top, her ass still out. The pair disappeared moments later.

Red-Bone, full of jealousy and utter envy sat at the bottom of the stairs. He drank his malt liquor, a Steel Reserve forty ounce, and kept peeking upstairs. Red-Bone chatted with his biker brothers in arms, wondering what was going on with the old biker and the young girl. Red-Bone woulda treated her right, he thought to himself. The way he heard about Big Daddy, he could get rough. That girl did not look like she was into it.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh,” a loud moan came from up above. After several minutes of silence from upstairs, the girl suddenly moaned loudly from up above. “Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh,” It certainly sounded like she wasn’t being **** into anything, thought Red-Bone. “Uhhhhh.," another loud moan. "Uh, uh, uh, uh,” the girl kept moaning in a rhythm, and then, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh my gaaaaaawd!”

This loud guttural moan was followed by Big Daddy grunting, “Ahhhh SHIT YEAH!”

The crowd downstairs cheered. And Red-Bone sighed and huffed.

Ten minutes later the girl came down with Big Daddy’s arm around her. The girl still appeared very apprehensive and unsure, but now, she hung on Big Daddy Dawson's arm like she'd die if she didn’t.

Red-Bone watched his boss bring the gorgeous girl to the kitchen, where Iron-Mike, Rocky Rhodes and Priscilla Morrison were drinking. Red couldn't here the conversation, but Big Daddy was downing shots with one hand, the other around the brunette beauty. Priscilla pointed to the girl. Big Daddy shook his head, but to everyones surprise the girl grabbed a shot glass and downed it. Her face grimaced quickly. But she called and nodded for another. As the hot chick downed one more the kitchen cheered.

Red-Bone had no idea, but the girl needed the shots. Desperately. And when the 'joint' came around to her, the young beauty took a hit, despite fighting with the big guy about it. She needed it. Not Red-Bone, not Big Daddy, not any of the Ruthless Riders had any idea what the girl had been through or who she was. Standing in that room smoking weed for the first time with a biker gang was the Invisible Woman in diguise. Susan Storm-Richards.

She had no idea why she'd come to Indianapolis at that time. She just had to get away from New York, after all that had happned in the Negative Zone. She'd spent months fighting in gladiatorial combat for Annihilus' horde. Months killing innocents for the Wave...the Horde. Months with a rebellion fighting back at Annihilus. But even then, his hordes were just soliders. Some just young insectoids. She'd lost her way, her kindness, her empathy. Herself. She'd killed so many. When she was finally saved, she was different. Reed, Johnny, and especially Ben, ever so loving, saw that.

So she went away. Finding herself in Indianapolis, she'd met that nice man Timothy Carney, Mr. Justice. Sue knew him well, he wad a hero. She didn't think much of it when he asked her out. Wasn't planning on much but company. But he kissed her. A betrayal of Reed. But it felt so right. So innocent.

so tonight, two dates later, Sue had wondered how far she'd go with it. She'd stop him. She would.

Then the Ruthless MC showed up tonight at that bar. She watched Justice and Team America mop the floor with the Riders. But then...then HE showed up. The hulking mass Sue already knew as Big Daddy Dawson. The file in the Baxter Building had said this big mortal biker had bested Ghost Rider, Damien Helstorm and now the Team America including Mr. Justice. A random biker.

She found herself numb when the brute lofted her over his shoulder. Maybe she deserved this for how she acted. She could end him with a thought. But she didnt. She let him take her to the hotel. And she stood nervously watching him party waiting for him to even acknowledge her. He finally did and pulled her upstairs. He exposed her. Like some whore. Maybe she deserves it, she'd thought.

She should have stopped him, and certainly when he flopped her onto the bed so she was on all fours. Moving her like a dool. Sue was looking away, debating her 'out' so to speak, when she felt her dress lifted above her ass. HAD to stop him now, but the girl moved her legs when the big man pulled her panties down so he could pull them under her knees.

'He's gonna fuck you!' Susan warned herself. Maybe she deserved......

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" She moaned.

Susan felt a hot cocktip push pass warm swollen wet pussy folds quickly. It was so fast she didn't even have time to finish her train of thought. A train of thought warning her what was now happening. Her head flung up when inches of cock slid into her slick cunt. "Uhhhhhh," she moaned again. She spent over a year in the Negative Zone, her pussy untouched. She hadn't let Reed touch her since returning. Susan Storm-Richards hadnt been intimate in almost two years. Her body was quickly reacting. Her eyes fluttered and she felt big hands on her hips.

The large behemoth of a biker was ecstatic. The warm pussy around his cock was the most wonderul thing he'd felt in ages. He held her hips amd slowly sawed his meat into her love tunnel. To be honest, he thought the boys had gotten her as his gift for getting out. The beauty was just standing there at the bar staring. Now he was properly bedding the hot girl. The ring on her finger signified this philly was married. But this pussy...the FANTASTIC pussy felt like it hadn't been touhed in ages. Her apprehensive nature was sliding away, he surmised, feeling her slick walls coat his dick.

With each thrust, Susan moaned. "Uhh...." another inch slid out and then two more inches inside. "Uh...." Susan's eyes began to close, "uhhhh..." she moaned as more cock meat stuffed her swollen pussy. The sound of her wet pussy getting drilled by the biker’s cock filled the void between her moans. She was trying to fight the coming wave. But her body didn't give a shit what her mind thought. Even if Susan's mind didn't know how to deal with her stress, this biker’s cock sure did. Sue began to see stars suddenly, and her vision shrunk to a small tunnel and the rest utter darkness. With a final thrust she felt hot ball hit her stomach. Her body shook violently amd she began to cum hard. She turned her head, looking directly into the eyes of the older biker with a bawdy look of disbelief. "OHHHH MY GAAAAWWD!" She mewled ans whined in an almost pornogrqphic manner. It was an unbelievably stromg orgasm. Her toes curled in her heels, her hands gripped the sheets.

The pussy around his cock tightened around the biker’s impaled cock. "Ahhh shit yeah!" Big Daddy smiled feeling his balls tighten. His cock erupted inside the hot young girl. He stared at the girls eyes. Two people who hadn't felt intamacy in some time, now sharing the joys of a very intimate moment.

Now....

That seemed a lifetime ago. To both Susan Storm, aka Baby Doll, and Redbone. The young liutenant watched Baby Doll sit in Big Daddies lap now. So different than that apprehensive girl that Big Daddy had taken from that bar. She sipped the gang leaders beer and laughed at his jokes. The crowd was growing at the rally.

A fight was likely. Everyone knew it.

Who would fuck with tbe Ruthless Riders today.