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it anywhere else that I can remember.

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The Rogue Riders Motorcycle Club

By FertileMind     2013 Re-Edit

Synopsis: Fredrick McKenzie is the President of the Rogue Rider's
Motorcycle Club, he is also a successful businessman, criminal,
and lastly, and unrepentant and enthusiastic pedophile. He meets
Christine Gilbert, a beautiful young divorcee and single mother
who has recently re-entered the job market. She is a lawyer and
the mother of three very pretty and super sexy young preteen
daughters. Fredrick spots Christine outside of the law firms
office where she works, which is across the street from his
motorcycle shop. After introducing himself and learning she has
three daughters, he puts the family in his cross-hairs. His aim
is to have all four of them as sex slaves for himself and for the
perverted members of his motorcycle club.
Fredrick sets out to romance and seduce Mommy Christine and win
over the hearts of her little girls as well. Guess what, he's
successful. With and investment of time and effort, he wins
Christine's heart and those of her young daughters as well. On
the day their old lives end and their new lives begin, Fredrick
takes them all to the clubhouse for a "family barbecue" with
other club members. With some chemical assistance, it all goes
down like clockwork. Now poor Christine and her three young
preteen daughters are owned in every perverted way. They are
taken into the possession of Fredrick and the Rogue Riders
Motorcycle Club. The young mother and her three preteen daughters
become the sexual playthings, and eventually will become breeding
stock for the future fuck toys of the Rogue Riders MC.

Codes: MF Mf ff Ff Mult cons pedo rape coer dru les bi het fant
inc mother dau gang group orgy oral anal mastrb toys
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Chapter 1


Fredrick McKenzie was riding his motorcycle to work, rolling into
his shop around mid-day on a typical Monday. As he turned into
his business he noticed a very pretty blond woman sitting on a
bench outside one of the offices in the new legal park that had
just opened up across the road. Even from a distance she looked
incredibly hot and he knew he'd have to stroll over and introduce
himself just to see if he needed glasses, or if she was as hot as
he thought she was.

He thought back seeing the buildings of the legal park and
remembered how he had almost made a mistake and purchased the
property the first time it had come up for sale several years
back. Luckily though, a thorough investigation by his realtor and
his own lawyers had uncovered numerous hidden EPA issues with the
property, so he had decided to pass on purchasing it and to leave
it alone at the time.

The group that eventually bought it was not as thorough as
Fredrick's people had been though, and the sellers had pulled a
fast one by not disclosing the information knowing it would sink
the sale. The reality group and the people who sold it made out
like fat rats and quickly disappeared without a trace. The people
who bought it however all ended up losing their asses by having
to pay for the EPA clean up after the fact. When the legal dust
had settled there had been no money left to develop the site. The
company that had bought it eventually ended up bankrupted and
losing the property to foreclosure by the bank.

Sensing opportunity Fredrick got his lawyers back in the game as
soon as the restored property was up for auction at the
foreclosure sale. He ended up picking up the property for a song
and then resold it to a well financed real estate developer not
long after for a pretty profit. Low and behold, an office park
appeared in short order and Fredrick couldn`t help but grin at
the memory of the financial gain it had brought him. And now here
was this sexy looking blond woman sitting there on the bench all
by herself, like she was waiting just for him to come by and say
hello.

Fredrick made his turn and parked his Harley in front of his shop
and stretched languidly before he nonchalantly strolled across
the street to say hello. She was extraordinarily beautiful. As he
got closer he could see she was just a little older than he
thought, but still stunning. If he had to guess, which he hated
doing, he'd say very late twenties or early thirties tops. As he
approached she noticed him and looked like she was about to flee.

Fredrick gave her one of his best smiles and put out his hands as
if in surrender, "Hi there, please don't leave because of me, I
just wanted to say hello and welcome you to the neighborhood. I
work right across the street." He thumbed over his shoulder in
the direction of his shop.

Christine Gilbert was debating whether to give him just a quick
nod and tell him she had to get back to work or a simple hi and
sorry my lunch break is up. But he looked friendly enough and it
was broad daylight, something about him just made her say hi back
and stay on the bench.

She smiled and replied, "Hello, thanks, I just started at the law
firm here." she gestured to the office located in the building
behind them. "But its such a beautiful day I decided to sit
outside and eat my lunch."

Fredrick smiled seeing the law office, "So you're a lawyer are
you, an honorable profession if I have ever known one." He
gestured to the bench and asked, "Mind if I sit down?"

Christine nodded her okay but was not sure if he was teasing
about a lawyer being and honorable profession, or if he was being
sarcastic but he seemed sincere and had a nice smile.

She replied, "Well, thank you again, the firm I work for are not
ambulance chasers or lawsuit artists, they mostly do business and
investment law. I made sure of that before I agreed to work
here."

Fredrick laughed at that, "Well that means you take your work
seriously, that's good. Thanks for letting me share your bench."

Christine smiled this time, "Sure, it's a new bench, they just
put a bunch of them in a few days ago. Its not very comfortable
I'm afraid."

Fredrick smiled and introduced himself, "I'm Fredrick McKenzie, I
own the shop across the road." He pointed to his business. She
had seen him cruise in on his bike before but she didn't tell him
that. He held out his hand and they shook, Fredrick smiled
inwardly, her hand was soft and warm, he wanted to feel it
wrapped around his cock and see her jacking it as he flooded her
mouth with his fuck juice.

Christine felt his hand and thought, he must work with his hands.
It was hard and callused yet his nails were neatly trimmed and
clean. She said, "I'm Christine Gilbert, it's nice to meet you."
She looked at his shop and said, "McKenzie Custom Motorcycle's,
Custom Motorcycle Design and Modifications?"

Fredrick nodded, "Yep that's me, I fell in love with motorcycles
when I was a kid. My Dad was a mechanic, cars not bikes, but he
used to ride and work on his own bike. All I ever dreamed about
was having my own bike some day so my Dad and I could ride around
together. He'd take me for rides when I was a kid, I just loved
the feeling of the wind in my face, still do."

Christine smiled, "Owning your own business is a lot more than
just owning your own bike, isn't it?"

He nodded again, "Very true, I can thank my Dad again. He put the
grease monkey bug in me, taught me a work ethic. I realized
there's a good living to be made if you do good work and charge
high prices!" He laughed and she smiled, he liked her smile, she
was definitely very hot. He continued, "So did you and your
husband recently move here or are you local?" He didn't see a
ring but it never hurt to ask in a roundabout way.

She shook her head, "No, my kids and I are making a fresh start
out here. I got my degree quite a few years back, it seems like a
lifetime ago now, but I only practiced law for a year or so
before I got married and became a stay at home Mom after our
first child." She paused and added, "Now I'm divorced."

Fredrick apologized, trying to sound sincere as he said, "Oh, I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to ask a painful question, or bring up a
sore subject or bad memories."

Christine had a sad smile on her face, "Its no problem, it's been
final for over a year and a half now, closer to two really. My
girls are getting used to it being just the four of us. The two
younger one still miss him now and again, but their memories are
fading and we're putting it all behind us."

Frederick nodded, he hesitated but decided to ask the next
question anyway. If she didn't want to answer it she didn't have
to. "No visitation or joint custody with your ex?"

She shook her head, not sure if she should give away to much
information to someone she'd just met. But again she felt
comfortable sitting there and he seemed like a nice person. "No,
there were drug and alcohol use issues involved," she hesitated
there and then added a little haltingly, "and some domestic
violence as well. So I hired a very good lawyer and got out of
Dodge so to speak, I've got sole custody."

Fredrick nodded understandingly. He was glad he had on tight
jeans because his cock was getting hard. Fuck, first she mentions
being divorced, then kids no less, three of them, and they're all
girls! Fuck if this wasn't his lucky day, but he had to play it
very cool and not seem to nosy for their first meeting. If
Fredrick was anything he was a perfect liar and he would say or
do anything to lull this woman into feeling comfortable with him.


Fredrick nodded towards his shop, "Well, I've got to get to work.
I have two other shops I have to visit today as well. Then I have
to meet up with my lawyers and accountants later this afternoon.
It's boring stuff, but if I don't do it Uncle Sam will rob me
blind. Its like paying the devils you know to protect you from
the devils you don't." He grinned, Present company excepted of
course! It was real nice meeting you; do you sit out here every
day?"

She nodded, "I will be now that the weather is so beautiful, I'll
be taking my little lunch break," she gestured towards the empty
yogurt container and an apple she hadn't eaten yet, "and as long
as the weather stays nice I'll probably sit outside to enjoy it."

He gave her a skeptical funny look as he glanced at her food,
that made Christine smile, then he grinned and said, "If that was
my lunch I'd be passed out from hunger by ten minutes after
twelve! You must have already eaten your sandwich and that's your
desert right?" he laughed.

She laughed too, despite herself, "No, I'm afraid that's my
lunch! I try to eat healthy if I can. I get sleepy in the
afternoons if I eat a big lunch."

Fredrick agreed, "Yeah me too." He smiled and now with a look of
mischief on his handsome face he said, "But that's why I have a
big old sofa in my office, so after I have my Double Whopper,
fries and a shake I can take a nap." He laughed again, it was
infectious and she joined in again.

Christine smiled, "You hardly look like you eat like that
everyday." she thought he had a very nice build. She was trying
to determine his age since he looked a little older than she was,
but not by much.

He smiled, "You're right, I limit myself to double whoppers on
only Monday and Wednesday. On Tuesday I go to Wendy's for a
triple decker bacon cheeseburger, and on Thursday I go to
Hardees's for the Monster Burger. Fridays I try to be health
conscious and I eat light by ordering out for a Papa John's
supreme pizza", he paused then added with a grin, "with
anchovies!"

They laughed together again, he said, "Seriously though I do love
hamburgers. I figure as long as I hit the gym everyday, I'll be
okay. I go by the old adage, 'everything in moderation'."

Christine liked that, and figured it was her turn to ask a
roundabout question so she decided to cut to the chase as he had,
"I'll bet that keeps your wife real happy?"

He smiled back, "Well actually I've never been married, I stay
pretty busy with my businesses. I guess I just haven't met the
right woman yet."

Christine nodded, "Yeah, that's smart, take your time, try not to
make a mistake, I wasted 11 years on mine."

She gave him the opening and Fredrick recognized it for what it
was and took it. In his most sincere voice Fredrick looked into
her eyes and said softly, "Oh now it couldn't have been a total
waste could it? Not if you have three beautiful daughters to show
for it, right? I know they're the loves of your life."

Of course unbeknownst to Christine, in his filthy mind Fredrick
was already seeing a future in which all four of them would
become his sexual playthings for the rest of their lives.

Christine smiled, the soft voice and phony sincerity worked as he
had planned, it made her think that she liked the way he thought.
Not comprehending even for a single second exactly what kind of
sexually deviant monster was about to enter her life, or just how
fateful a day this would end up being for her and her three still
innocent preteen daughters.

She smiled, "I'm sorry, you're right. I am blessed to have my
girls. I guess it just feels like that sometimes. I never
expected to have to dust off the old sheepskin years later and
start all over again like this."

He kept fishing for information, thinking he might have to jack
off when he got back to the shop. He lied again, faking a
reflective look as the words flowed like honey from his lips,
"Yea, I've always wanted kids of my own. Tell me a little about
your daughters?" He thought he might be pushing it but he looked
into her eyes again and it did the trick.

Christine hesitated again, but just for a second, she really
didn't know if she should share too much with him since she'd
only just met him. But his manner put her at ease and it had been
a long time since she'd spoken to a man about anything other then
legal or technical issues. Then she looked across the street and
saw his shop, "McKenzie Custom Cycles" and thought, well he owns
his own business, it's not like he's a criminal or something.

She decided to keep talking, "Well lets see, this could take all
day so I'll give you the short version. First there's Lilly,
she's just turned ten years-old. Then Grace, she's eight. And
last is Trinity she's six. And all of them keep their mother very
busy. Especially Lilly because she's ten going on twenty-one."

He smiled and said jokingly, "I bet you rule with an iron fist
huh? Keep them in line and give them time outs when they need it,
make them sit in the corner and all that?"

She laughed, "Well if you heard them tell it, yes I'm sure that's
how they'd describe the way I run the house. But it's actually a
joint effort, very few time outs required. We all have our chores
and our assignments, you know, dishes and laundry. Make the bed
and clean your room, pick up your toys, stuff like that."

Fredrick nodded, the lies rolling off his lips again "That's how
we grew up too. My Mom and Dad both worked to make ends meet. I
was the oldest, so I had to do my chores and make sure my
brothers and sister did theirs too. If they didn't do what they
were supposed to do Dad would tan my butt instead of theirs!"

He loved lying, he was very good at it, able to spin a tale and
keep his lies straight, especially in the quest for his favorite
thing, pussy. It didn't matter what kind of pussy either, hot
adult pussy, or jailbait teenage pussy, but the finest prize of
all for Fredrick was preteen little girl pussy. And Christine
Gilbert had three good reasons for him to tell all the lies in
the world.

Of course Fredrick had been and only child, his Mom had been a
loser and a slut to boot. As a little boy he remembered watching
her whore herself from the shadows in the hall of the rundown
trailer they'd lived in. She'd give blow-jobs to her many
boyfriends in the living room of that nasty old trailer, hell she
sucked dick in every room in the place if the man she was with
pushed her to her knees and whipped out his cock.

He remembered how hot it made him, the feelings that churned in
his gut, seeing the men using her, seeing her suck cock, the way
they did whatever they wanted to her. He'd be fisting his own
cock as he watched his mother sucking cock or getting bent over
the sofa and getting fucked. Then with a muffled groan he'd be
spraying his cum across the dirty carpet of the hallway as he
blew his load watching men cum in his mothers mouth, or dump
their load deep inside one of her holes.

His Mom had been his first piece of ass when he was 11 years-old.
Hell he'd been watching her suck cocks and get fucked as long as
he could remember. It was meant to be. His dick was always hard
thinking about her and seeing her do the things she did, and he
figured she wouldn't know the difference anyway. He was right.

So one night after she'd passed out from a night of boozing and
partying, Fredrick found himself as horny as he could be from
watching the porn videos her boyfriends had left all over their
house. He'd never forget the first time he'd sunk his 11 year-old
cock into her juicy snatch. She was so smashed she didn't even
know what he'd done. But soon after that, and after seeing the
way her boyfriends treated her, he figured he would do the same.
Even at 11 he was bigger and stronger then her, so why not?

He started bullying her into fucking him, she tried to fight him
off the first few times, and that had been a thrill in itself.
Holding her face down on her bed, tearing at her clothes or just
ripping the robe that she wore in the house off of her as she
struggled. It made his young cock even harder. Even after years
of abusing herself she still had a nice body. Firm tits with big
nipples and a curvy ass that jiggled just a little bit. He
guessed that after he'd raped her a half dozen times her drug and
alcohol addled mind finally realized he was going to have his way
with her whenever he wanted to. And since there was nothing she
could do about it, short of leaving, she gave in. Then he started
fucking her whenever he felt like it, forcing her to her knees
anywhere in the trailer just like her boyfriends did and making
her suck his cock. He did whatever he wanted to her, ass-fucking
her, tit fucking her, whatever he wanted, and he loved it. He
lived and x-rated dream with his own mother as his fuck toy.

He became her pimp at 13, deciding he could make money with
something she was giving away for free, the fucking slut. He
started selling her cunt for cash and inviting his teenage
friends over to fuck her when he felt like it. He didn't charge
them as much since they were as poor as he'd been when he started
pimping his mother.

He remembered the first time he let a bunch of his friends do
her. He'd invited 6 of them over to party and 8 had showed up.
His mother had been asleep and he remembered the look on her face
when she woke up with one of them on top of her. The way she
looked around her little bedroom to see it crowded with naked
hard cocked teenage boys. She tried to fight against the first
couple of guys who nailed her, but after that she surrendered.
All 9 of them, Fredrick included, used her for six or seven hours
that night. After all of them had her once they dragged her naked
from her bed into the little living room for the rest of the
night. They watched porn as they used her three or more at a time
on the living room floor. They were having a blast imitating
everything they saw in the movies. Double and triple penetrating
her, tit fucking her, making her circle suck them, spraying her
face and her body with their hot cum, everything. It was then
that Fredrick realized that he loved watching her being used, it
was better then any porn movie he'd ever seen. He loved seeing
her face covered in cum and seeing it leaking out of her cunt and
ass as they fucked her again and again. He loved watching.

She was an alcoholic and a drug addict but Fredrick kept her
stoned and drunk so she did what he told her without question
after that little session with his friends. He used her until he
finished high school, and then without a second thought he sold
her to a black pimp in town. As far as he knew she was still
sucking black cocks in the back room of the bar the pimp ran his
prostitutes out of.

He'd hardly known his father and didn't know if he was dead or
alive, and couldn't care less. The prick never cared about him so
Fredrick didn't give a flying fuck about the man who had been
responsible for planting the seed that Fredrick eventually
became. Coming back to the present he knew that all he wanted to
do today was make a good impression on this woman and get into
her pants, and through her get into the pants of all three of her
preteen daughters.

He smiled again and said, "Well let me get to work, as long as
things are calm here at this shop I'll be off to check on my
other two and then go see the lawyers and accountants."

He offered his hand again and this time Christine didn't hesitate
to shake it and blurted out, "Maybe I'll see you around
sometime." She immediately regretted it feeling needy and stupid
but he handled it well.

Nodding Fredrick replied with a smile and said, "I'm sure you
will, this is my main shop so I spend more of my time here then
at the others. You'll see me riding around and if I see you I'll
be sure to stop and say hi. Well you take care, it was nice
meeting you, and really nice talking to you."

And with that he gave a little wave and walked back across the
road. Christine grabbed her apple and bit into it. It was sweet
and crisp, but now she was thinking about bacon cheeseburgers and
hot salty fries with smothered with ketchup.