Reign of the Demon Queen

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Riding the motorcycle was like flying: freedom and exhilaration and the endless whistling of the wind. It quickly blew the beer buzz out of me. Clutching the lovely woman in front of me and anticipating what might happen at the end of our journey keenly accentuated that thrill. With my bare crotch snuggled up against her butt the vibration of the bike on my balls and the press of her leather against my erection had me practically screaming like a wildcat in heat. Still I had plenty of anxiety to spice my excitement, and not just about the amount of suffering I was sure to endure in the process of losing my virginity. Reyna’s first burst of speed had snatched the hat off my head and left my short blonde hair streaming back from my brow. Yet no matter how the wind buffeted us or how many jarring bumps we rattled over Reyna’s cap stayed as securely in place as it had throughout her most vigorous bobbing on my c**k. Nor was this the only imponderable. The way my hair blew about (and Reyna’s as well, those two-foot tresses ceaselessly whipped my unprotected face) called to mind California’s helmet law. We were in violation of this as well as public decency statutes. Yet still no one spared us a second glance, or even a first. The police were out in force on this holiday notorious for mischief and mayhem. Yet Reyna blew by squad cars and foot patrols alike as unconcernedly as she passed other vehicles and crowds of pedestrians. And always her unshakeable confidence was justified. A gorgeous woman on a loud bike breaking speed limits and safety regulations alike seemed impossible to ignore even without the gagged and half-naked man on the back losing a sporadic stream of trash to the slipstream. Yet ignore us everyone did.

They say beauty can enchant men’s minds. But this was sorcery of a whole other kind.

Witch or not though I was committed to both Reyna and this darkly thrilling adventure: bound to my captor by far more than just the chains keeping my hands locked about her waist. After a while I was able to cast away these unsettling concerns in favor of just reveling in the warmth and suppleness, excitement and anticipation, and dreadfully arousing jeopardy I was so wholeheartedly embracing.

Gradually we passed out of the city. Soon we were winding our way toward the sparsely populated canyons opposite the coast. Here I was given reason for trepidation that was harder to dispel. Roaring down empty roads lit only by the moon I became aware that we were driving without a headlight. Concerns for my safety given the darkness and speed of our travel aside, here was yet more evidence of how strange the cops’ dismissal of our passage was. All motorcycles must have a headlamp; in fact they are wired right into the motor so that they shine at all times, even at the brightest noon. How could this lady possibly get away with flouting such an elementary requirement? It was akin to having no license plates for heaven’s sake.

Come to think of it, how did I know she even had those? By this point it wouldn’t have surprised me at all to find we were flying along on a vehicle utterly lacking any identification or documentation. And here I was, being taken further from civilization by the second on it, heading for a place far from any help, the self-described dungeon of a sadistic dominatrix who was either seriously deranged or something unthinkably worse. She could be a serial killer for all I knew, intending to torture me to death and leave my remains for the vultures and coyotes. My untended bones would bleach in the southern sun for a century before crumbling away to dust. No one knew where I’d gone, and no one would ever know or care what had happened to me…

Trembling with sudden terror, I ducked my head under the whipping banner of Reyna’s hair and laid my face against her leather-clad back. Tightening my grip about her middle I closed my eyes and prayed to my dark new goddess to at least keep her word about allowing me to retain my ‘corporeal existence’. Whatever other wonders and torments she had in store for me would just be exotically savory gravy on top of that.