Taken From Sturgis

It has just been my dad and I since I can remember. My mom died shortly after I was born from some kind of infection. Dad is a Major at the Ellsworth Air Force Base near Rapid City South Dakota and I am a senior in high school. It has been hard having a military man for a father because he has scared all the guys away before I even get a second date.

My best friend Paige dates a lot and my dad knows it so the only time I am allowed to be with her is when her parent's are around to chaperone. I think she is much prettier than me anyways with her long golden blonde hair, baby blue eyes and her knock out body. She stands about five foot eight with big boobs, the perfect size bubble butt and tiny waist.

I, on the other hand, am barely five feet and although I am very feminine I am not nearly as curvy as she is. I have long, almost to my waist, bright auburn curls with an odd pale green eye color. They are very noticeable and I get a lot of compliments.

It is the towards the end of August and it is unusually humid for South Dakota. It's normally pretty arid in the summer and breezy. I work full time during the summer giving tours at one of the dinosaur parks in town and so does Paige.

Paige has been just itching to go to Sturgis for the motorcycle rally this coming weekend. My dad has strictly forbidden me to ever go there while I live with him because girls have gone missing after attending the festivities. Paige just thinks he is being overprotective and doesn't want to go without me.

A friend of ours from school has made us fake ID's just in case I get the remote chance of sneaking out. We even went shopping together and I bought a new outfit. Paige buys a black silk mini skirt that swirls around her thighs with a red sequined tank top that shows her midriff and her belly ring.

I, being a lot more modest, pick out a peach spaghetti strap summer dress that is snug in the bodice and has a full lacy skirt that almost reaches my knees. White heeled sandals complete my new purchase. At least if I don't get to go to Sturgis with Paige I have something new I can wear the rest of the summer.

The day before the motorcycle rally is over my dad gets called away for several days and I get to go stay with Paige. She is totally thrilled because she is going to drive us over to Sturgis for the last night to party. A friend of ours that works at the rally scored us free tickets to the Sugarland concert.

I take money out of my bank account so I won't have to worry about using my debit card and Dad won't be able to trace my whereabouts. Just to be safe I also put my police issue Mace in my small purse just in case I run into trouble. Paige makes fun of me because I am so safety conscious but I won't relent and put it back.

We are both dressed and headed out of town early enough to check out the vendors and eat some awesome festival food before the concert starts. Paige, being the true country girl, drives an old rebuilt black Chevy truck, complete with a lift and big tires.

Sturgis is only a half hour drive from Rapid City and soon we are both strolling through the booths checking out all the Harley clothes, leather, biker gear and everything else the vendors are selling. I pick out a brand new pair of sunglasses since mine were broke a couple days ago and Paige goes absolutely credit card crazy buying clothes, sunglasses, a leather jacket and anything else that takes her fancy.

We still have almost two hours before the concert starts so Paige decides to lock all of her purchases in the truck and go get a tattoo. She even offers to buy one for me but I shake my head in a panic as I imagine my dad's reaction. Our friend that got us the concert tickets told us which tattoo place to go to that is the best and Paige makes a beeline for it.

Luckily for us there is no one getting any ink done when we walk in. Paige haughtily walks up to the counter, describes what she wants and where she wants it. Within seconds she is on her stomach with her shirt pulled up and her skirt pushed down a bit while the biker starts on her tramp stamp.

I pass the time looking at all the tattoo drawings on the walls while Paige gets the South Dakota state flower and some creeping ivy on her lower back. There are some drawings of dragonflies that I like that I pause at for several minutes studying them enviously.

"You must be a local girl." A deep husky voice says from directly behind me. I turn around and am instantly caught in the sexiest pair of dark brown eyes I have ever seen. He must be around thirty years old and built like a brick shithouse with muscles bulging everywhere. Towering over my tiny frame he must be right around six and a half feet tall. Blue-black hair that is neatly cut as well as a goatee complete his looks amazingly.

"Yes, I'm from over in Rapid City. Is it that obvious?" I ask bashfully, my cheeks coloring a light pink.

"Actually yes, it is." He chuckles down at me softly as he runs a finger down my arm making me shiver. "You are a nice change to the women that hang around rally's like this."

"Thank you." I whisper, smiling sweetly at him.

"Dragonflies huh?" He points to the drawing I have been studying. "I could give you a good deal since this is the last day and create one even better than that one."

"I would love to take you up on that, but my.....I mean I didn't really bring enough cash for a tattoo." I stammer, not wanting him to think I am some stupid teenager.

"Parent's would freak?" He asks knowingly. I blush even brighter and gaze down at the floor. "What about your friends parent's?"

"She will be able to hide it from them, they will never know." I state enviously.

"I could put that dragonfly where no one would see it unless you were naked." He growls into my ear. "Consider it a gift Little One. I would love to be the one responsible for your first rebellion."

He takes my hand and begins to pull me towards the back room.

"I don't know." I hedge, pulling my hand from his.

"Oh live a little!" Paige exclaims from her seat a foot away. "Stop being Daddy's little angel and do something that Aria wants to do for once!"

I smile uncertainly and follow the gorgeous biker into the back room where he has more furniture. He has me lie down on a table while he quickly draws me a lavender dragonfly hovering over a pink rose. At my nod he gets his ink and equipment ready then starts to live the skirt of my sundress.

"What are you doing?" I ask anxiously as I push his hand away.

"The perfect place to put this will be on your hip Little One." He reasons with me calmly. Feeling stupid I lie back and let him lift up one side of my skirt so he can reach my left hip. I tense when he lowers my white silk bikini's and bite my lip nervously. He chuckles at my reaction and strokes his thumb across my lower stomach, right above my pubic bone.

"Please." I whimper, my breathe catching in my throat at his touch.

"Relax Aria." He states softly as he finally starts the tattoo. I bite my lip to not show how much it hurts as he works. Occasionally he will wipe my skin off before continuing. After about forty five minutes he helps me stand up so I can look at it in the mirror.

"It's beautiful!" I exclaim sincerely as I gaze at the small tattoo right by my hip bone. The dragonfly and rose look just as dainty as I do, fitting me perfectly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome Little One." He gazes down into my eyes intensely for several minutes causing me to be caught in those dark brown depths. Slowly he lowers his head and brushes his lips across mine softly. Stunned I stand perfectly still as he deepens the kiss leisurely and parts my lips with his tongue. I moan and sway into his arms as I soften beneath the seductive onslaught of my senses. It is at this moment that Paige walks through the curtain and into the back room.

"Woo-hoo!" She yells ecstatically. "You go girl!"

I pull back from the wonderful kiss and drop my skirt down to cover myself modestly.

"You will need ointment for that." My tall dark and handsome biker states in amusement. He turns around to a cabinet to grab a tube as well as some saran wrap. Kneeling down in front of me he boldly lifts my skirt up around my waist and again lowers my panties down enough to cover my tattoo with ointment. Paige watches avidly with quiet interest as this takes place with a thrilled grin on her face. After he is satisfied there is enough ointment on it he covers it with the saran wrap and places my bikini's right over it to keep it in place.

"Nice Aria." Paige states seriously. "I really like it, it suits you perfectly."

"I have to agree with your friend Aria." He whispers huskily. "It seems to bring out your fascinating innocence." Out of the corner of my eye I see Paige's jaw drop at his statement before he claims my mouth yet again. This time he is not so gentle and crushes my lips under his heatedly. I cannot stop the whimper that escapes my throat at the whirling sensations coursing through me at his touch. Clutching his t-shirt I lean into him for support as I attempt to return his passion. He slows the kiss and gradually lifts his head to stare down at me possessively.

"I don't mean to be the party pooper but the concert has already started." Paige stares at us obviously completely stunned.

"Are you sure I can't pay you something for the tattoo?" I ask breathlessly.

"I'm throwing a party tonight at our campground out of town and I would consider it payment for you to come, let your hair down and continue this little rebellion the right way." He offers, shooting a look at Paige who is practically jumping up and down in eagerness.

"I would like that." I reply with a shy smile.

"Great." He smiles pleased with my answer. "I will find you girls after the concert. By the way, my name is Callum Owens. It would be a good idea to remember it." Slapping me lightly on the ass he sends us on our way while Paige babbles my ear off about the party later.

The Sugarland concert is packed and we see tons of our school friends there as well. I can't remember ever having as much fun before. Paige and I jump around and dance during the whole show. I am completely shocked that none of the bikers at the concert bother either of us.

As we are exiting the show two bikers approach us wearing the same kind of jacket that Callum was wearing.

"Cal told us to bring you both to the campground." The taller bald one states. He is probably two inches taller than Paige but looks like he is our age. The other guy has brown greasy hair, a big gut and dirty clothes.

"Let me get my truck and we will follow you." Paige answers with an excited smile. They follow us to the truck and then tell us where to meet them away from the rally.

They are waiting in a diner parking lot and pull out in front of us as we approach. They take us in the opposite direction of Rapid City and instead head south into the Black Hills National Forest. The campground itself isn't that many miles from Sturgis but it is down quite a few two tracks that the truck barely fits down. I am so lost by the time we finally drive into the clearing I don't think I could find my way home to save my life.

It is already dark and there are several huge bonfires roaring away with at least fifty people walking around. Harley's are parked everywhere there aren't trees. On the other side of the bonfires I can see tents scattered as well. There is also a cabin off to the left where I see Callum standing in front of.

When Paige and I jump down from the truck my eyes meet Callum's and he immediately walks over. A biker follows him that is nearly as tall as Callum but slim instead of muscular. He has brown hair and looks a little scruffy. It is apparent from the way people look at Callum he must be someone important in his motorcycle club.

Butterflies have settled in my stomach the closer he gets to me and I look down at the ground uncertainly. I can hear him chuckle when he comes to a stop in front of me. His thumb raises my chin, forcing me to look at him and the seductive expression in his eyes gives me instant goose bumps.

"Let's go into the cabin to get you a drink. You don't strike me as a beer drinker." He whispers with a smile. "Reece this is Paige. Show her where the beer is won't you?" Callum states as he leads me towards the building.

"Maybe you could just tell me what you have and I will wait for you out here while you make me a drink?" I suggest nervously.

"I thought you were going to live it up a little?" He reminds me pointedly.

"I came didn't I?" I reply in a sassy tone.

"Come on Little One, I promise not to bite." He tugs me up the steps into the cabin. It has two bedrooms with a great room that includes the kitchen and living room. There is a fireplace along one wall with a huge moose over the mantle.

"So what do you and Paige drink when you manage to sneak alcohol?" Callum bluntly asks with a knowing smile.

"I'm old enough to drink!" I lie nervously. "I can show you my ID if you want."

"It's no wonder you are Daddy's angel!" He laughs in amusement. "If you always lie that badly I am sure he can see right through you."

I flush in shame, feeling bad that I cannot lie as well as Paige. Callum steps over to me and again forces me to look up at him.

"I know you are barely eighteen Aria and I don't have a problem with that." He says sincerely.

"Do you have rum and coke?" I ask in a tiny voice. He nods and walks into the kitchen with a smile. "Where are you from?"

"California, north shore." He replies easily. "Are you done with school or is this your last year?"

"This is my last year." I answer him uncomfortably. "May I ask how old you are?"

"I am thirty." He looks at me perceptively. "That bothers you."

"It intimidates me a little." I confess honestly. He walks across the room and hands me a red solo cup with my rum and coke.

"Let's go check out the party Little One and see what trouble your friend Paige is getting into." He leads me back outside. It seems everyone is gathered in one place close to one of the bonfires. When Callum approaches the crowd everyone moves aside so we can move easily to the center where I am stunned at what I find.

There is a makeshift stage in the center of the crowd where Paige is on her back on a bed, naked. It looks like she is struggling to get away but the two bikers up there with her are controlling her easily. Her head is hanging off the edge of the mattress where one of the guys is thrusting his cock in her throat brutally while the other one is between her legs fucking her at the same time.

Before I can scream and run to help her Callum places his hand over my face, pinching my nose as well as holding my mouth closed.

"Not a word Little One or I will let you join her up there and you can be gang raped by all the men here." He whispers in my ear so only I can hear. "If you are a good girl and nod your head yes we will go back to the cabin, just the two of us and only I will benefit from your innocent charms."

I reluctantly nod my head, torn because I want so desperately to help Paige. Callum releases me and I breathe in deeply, tears streaming down my face as I watch the men on the stage switch with two others. Paige doesn't even have a chance to squirm off of the bed before she is flipped onto her hands and knees. One of the bikers grabs a handful of her long blonde hair, yanking violently until her mouth opens and then shoves his large cock inside quickly.

"Let's see how tight your ass is Blondie." The guy behind her laughs as she screams around the cock in her throat. Callum pulls me away towards the cabin as I listen to my best friends agony as she is sodomized against her will.

Inside the cabin I throw my cup in the sink angrily and lean against the counter pointedly ignoring him. When he walks across the room I carefully take the Mace out of my purse and try to hide it in my hand.

He comes back into the kitchen and I quickly raise my hand, squeezing the trigger trying to aim for his face. He ducks fast enough that I completely miss him and he knocks the Mace out of my hand. Kicking the canister underneath the stove he slings me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom. He throws me on the bed and then shuts the door before stripping his clothes off. I scoot back against the headboard and curl into a ball terrified.

"Take off your clothes Aria." He commands in a deceptively gentle tone. Knowing if I do not do as he wishes he will just throw me outside I quickly pull the dress over my head and onto the floor with my panties following.

"Come here and get on your knees." Callum continues in the same voice. With my heart pounding so loudly I can swear he can hear it I obediently do as instructed.

"Do not disobey me and I will be gentle with you Little One." He whispers in a soothing voice as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head towards his growing cock. I do not have any experience for me to compare his cock to so I have no idea if he is average or very large. I open my mouth and he guides his semi softness over my tongue.

"Wrap your lips around me nice and tight." He instructs me softly. He groans loudly when I enfold his swiftly hardening member snugly in my mouth and suckle gently. Holding my head still he slowly thrusts in and out of my mouth, easing into my throat leisurely giving me a chance to adjust to the strange invasion. My fear fades as I concentrate on pleasing him and listening to his moans of pleasure.

Soon as my gagging reflex slows down he quickens his pace going further back with each thrust until his balls are slapping my chin. I am drooling all over him and down my chin onto my chest as I try to keep my lips tightly around him.

"Make a nice tight seal around me cuz I am ready to cum." He grunts as he stiffens and his load hit's the back of my throat. I gulp as fast as I can and manage to keep it from oozing out the corners of my lips. He hands me a beer which I gratefully guzzle to rinse the taste of him out of my mouth.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask softly. He nods towards the door in the corner of the bedroom. Trying to stall for at least a little bit of time I also wash my face and gargle with water from the sink before finally going back to the bedroom.

"Come here Aria." He says, his voice all husky. Breaking eye contact my gaze falls on his cock which is standing up hard as a rock and at least ten inches long. Flushing because of my mixed reaction to him I look down at the floor as I come to a stop in front of him. He grips my chin in his thumb and forefinger to lift my eyes to his. He is smiling in apparent satisfaction and deep desire as he lowers his mouth to mine tenderly.

"You did very well for your first time Little One." He murmurs against my lips before crushing my mouth hungrily. Pulling me into his arms his hard cock presses into my stomach as he ravages the inner recesses of my moist depths. He grabs me by my ass and picks me up so my legs straddle his hips. Laying me on the bed he presses his hardness against me intimately making me moan as my own desire heightens.

My heart is racing, butterflies are fluttering through my abdomen and I can feel wetness between my legs as well as a strange tingling ache. Callum trails kisses down my neck to the curve of my shoulder where it almost feels like he is biting me and it drives me wild. My nipples harden and I can feel a wet spot forming beneath me on the blankets as he moves on to my breasts. I am not as well endowed as Paige but I am a 32C and for someone as dainty as I they appear to be a handful for Callum. He nibbles around my breasts not touching my nipples at all causing me to arch up into him whimpering with need.

I vaguely hear him chuckle as he finally draws a nipple into his mouth and sucks it vigorously. He nips and bites while I squirm and gasp helplessly beneath him. Strangely I can feel every nibble between my legs as well as if the two places are directly connected. I am lost to all the sensations he is creating as he slowly makes his way down my body until he finally sucks my clit into his mouth gently and I scream from the intensity of the sensation. Bucking my hips desperately I am not sure if I want him to stop or continue. He grabs me by the hips to hold me still while he slips his tongue inside my tightness.