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The Rogue Riders    2013 Re-edit


by  FertileMind


Chapter 2



One month later Fredrick was sitting at the big round meeting
table in the conference room of Rogue Riders Motorcycle Club
Chapter House with several of his officers. He was President of
largest chapter of the Rogue Riders M.C. in the state and he was
presiding over their monthly executive board meeting.

He asked his Vice-President a question, "Okay Jimbo, what's the
deal with these last two meth shipments? Where the fuck are they,
did they get lost or what? Who's playing games with our product?"

Jimbo snorted, "Fuck no Pres, it hasn't been lost, it's being
held up by that fucker Delgado down at the border."

Fredrick recognized the name, Delgado was one of the Mexican
manufacturers who the club paid to grease the wheels of any
products they had coming across the border. The stuff to make
meth was easier to get in bulk in Mexico and Delgado had been a
steady supplier of finished product for the last couple of years.

Jimbo went on, "That crooked fucking Mexican prick thinks he's
going to up the price on the product after we made our
agreement." Jimbo grinned, "No pun intended Prez, but it's a
Mexican stand-off till we can figure something out. We still have
our cash, but he has the dope."

Fredrick narrowed his eyes, "What's he asking for and why does he
think he can get away with it? We've done a lot of fucking
business with him, all of a sudden he wants to fuck us for more
money?"

Jimbo looked at Fredrick, "He says it's the Mexican Border
police, their people and the Mexican governments federal cops are
putting the squeeze on him for a thousand more for each shipment,
but I can't confirm it. I don't know if it's true or if he's just
trying to fuck us out of an extra two grand? He raised his
eyebrows as he looked at Fredrick and added, "I figured you could
send an inquiry?"

Fredrick picked up his smart phone and hit the message icon,
tapped on the contact number for the Southern Arizona Chapter
President. He left a quick coded and encrypted text message and
set the phone back down.

Fredrick looked around the table and asked, "Okay, what's the
next item on the agenda?"

Big Dick the Club Secretary spoke up next, "We're running the two
new games in the house downtown. Video poker machines and slots,
we started this week. Both of them are bringing in good money
already. The Poker machines are really hot, the old ladies on
social security love those fucking things. Its like bingo on
steroids!"

Fredrick grinned and nodded, he'd take it anyway he could get it.
He knew Big Dick would bring in a good profit, the man was a born
gambler. Poker and slots were popular all over, but especially if
they were illegal, it seemed to make people want to play even
more. His phone buzzed and he read the coded text reply.

He looked at Jimbo, "Okay Jimbo, give Delgado the extra two
thousand. The Southern Arizona chapter President confirmed it
with their contacts. The Mexican Border people are hitting them
up for the money. Our profit margin won't change too much.
Besides we can make up the difference with the spoiled rich kids
from the suburbs who buy that shit. They got a shitload more
money then common sense and can cough up the extra cash when we
raise prices. Next item?"

When no one else had any new business to bring up Fredrick looked
at Silverman, the Chapter Treasurer. He spoke next, "I got the
financial report. All the wire transfers from the Cayman accounts
are settled and posted. All the crew leaders were given their
payrolls and they've been distributed to our people."

Fredrick's eyebrows rose and he asked, "Bottom line?"

Silverman smiled, "Year to date income is up 27% over last year.
That's not counting the new meth lab we just set up on our side
of the border and has just come on line. We may not have to
purchase as much from Mexico much longer if it produces like I
think it will. We have a contact in Tijuana who's gotten us a
good supply of bulk components for production. Delgado is unaware
so if we do it right we may be able to work him out of the
picture eventually. We'll add it in at the start of the new
quarter. Our local savings account balance is at $103,675.00, and
the checking is at $92,779.00. The Cayman accounts are flush with
1.2 million total."

It was Fredrick's turn to smile, "Gentlemen, we're having a good
year, let's keep it that way. You all know my motto, we live by
our rules, we prosper, if we break our rules then only chaos will
rule. Order is better then chaos, and far more profitable!"

The group laughed and Fredrick didn't have to say anymore. They
all knew that since he had been elected President six years ago
they had all prospered. Fredrick ran a real tight ship, no
illegal drugs of any sort were allowed in the Chapter House
unless it was a party night with new pussy being broken in. Then
it was only Fredrick that supervised the dosing and the slipping
of the drugs to the unsuspecting girl's drinks. It was Fredrick's
one kink, sex parties with young preteen pussy. But no one in the
club was complaining about being forced to fuck hot young girls.
Who gave a fuck if they were 3 years-old or 13 years-old?

Fredrick had increased the Clubs and the member's income
dramatically over the past few years. And more money for all the
members meant no one was going to complain. But if you didn't
play by the Club rules, there were consequences. Serious
violations usually resulted in banishment or death. Death was
rarely enforced and most took banishment if they were given the
choice. Being forced from the family of the Rogue Riders forever
for their sins was usually considered punishment enough. Death
was seldom talked about or necessary. In the past six years it
had only been imposed twice. Both times for the survival of the
Chapter, both times it was well deserved. Turning on your
Brothers, testifying in court against your family, was the
quickest and most certain way to earn that sentence.

Their Chapter House was state of the art. Fredrick saw the
potential in it when it was a small well kept family run motel.
That had been not long after he'd been elected to his first term
as President of the club. Fredrick knew the owners and had been
on good terms with the old couple who ran the place. He used to
stop by regularly to chat with them and had gotten them good
deals when they needed and electrician, or a plumber to do any
work on the place. He asked them to let him know if they ever
decided to retire and said he and his club would be very
interested in buying the property at a fair price.

When they finally decided to retire they gave Fredrick the first
opportunity to make an offer. So Fredrick went to the club
members and proposed selling the old chapter house and buying the
motel to replace it. Fredrick presented the financials to the
full membership at a meeting. The members liked the idea. There
were a few attached to the old chapter House for sentimental
reasons, that was expected. But they put it to a vote and it was
approved overwhelmingly.

Using the money from the sale of the old chapter house which had
been on some prime real estate, the club bought the old motel
outright paying cash. They used the extra money from the sale of
the old chapter house to do the renovations as well so it cost
the chapter zero in all to make the transition.

Now the restaurant and bar that was attached to the motel was
their main meeting and party area. There were a dozen refurbished
motel rooms available to the members and the members could use
them or stay in them if necessary for short periods of time for
free. Three of the rooms at one end of the motel had been gutted
and turned into a large garage and workshop shop for their bikes.


Two of the older members, retired in real life lived there full
time as care takers, along with several teenage girls, actually
chapter sluts who had more or less been raised in the old
clubhouse and now were living in the new one. They lived there
and were charged with cleaning the place and keeping the bar and
kitchen up and they serviced members sexually whenever they
wanted it, or for that matter whenever the girls felt like
fucking and sucking, man or woman.

The girls, Tracy, Jessie, and Shelly had all been preteens when
they came to the club and all of them had been raised to perform
as sexual playthings for the men and women of the Rogue Riders.
Tracy was the oldest of the three and her mother had been the
girlfriend of a longtime member. Her mom had passed away but
before she died she had given guardianship to her boyfriend who
promptly began molesting Tracy who had been 4 or 5 at the time
her mother died.

After the boyfriend of the woman who had passed learned of
Fredrick's predilection for preteen pussy he began sharing her
with Fredrick when she was 6. At that particular time in
Fredrick's life had access to several preteen Mexican girls and a
couple of single mothers who were letting him molest their
daughters, and he would bring them all to pedo parties, so the
two men came to an amicable agreement to share the spoils. As
Fredrick's influence in the club grew, more of the members and
more then a few of their wives and girlfriends were also
introduced to the pleasures of pedo sex with preteen girls. It
was like a drug and after a while many of them were hooked on the
sweet delicious act of fucking and sucking with preteen girls. It
wasn't long before they were in the majority.

By the time Tracy celebrated her 8th birthday she was being
shared with all the members of the club. Now at 15 she was a very
well broken in chapter slut well versed in the ways of sexual
deviancy and perversion and Fredrick was thinking it was about
time to start breeding her.

Shelly and Jessie were sisters a year apart in age, Jessie was 14
and Shelly was 13, they had the same mom but different dads.
Their mother was a devout female pedo who had been molesting both
girls from infancy along with her then Rogue Rider boyfriend.
Unfortunately the boyfriend who had been a longstanding member in
good stead with the club was killed by a drunk driver while he
was on his bike, after the drunk had run a red light.

Both girls were smoking hot teen sluts who had been raised their
entire young lives as pedo fuck toys by their mom. The woman had
been left flat footed and more or less destitute after her
boyfriends death and had been taken in by the club after her
boyfriend was killed. The price of the clubs continued financial
support when she needed it was for the girls to then become toys
for the entire chapter. That was a no brainer for their mother
who loved nothing more then watching the members use her
daughters as sexual toys for the entire club. All three girls had
been the subject of uncountable preteen gang fucks, blow job
parties, circle sucks, ass fucking marathons and had had train
after train after train pulled on them. And that didn't even
include all the lesbian shows and the dildo and strap on parties
the women of the club enjoyed with them.

The two older male members who lived there full time opened it
everyday and closed it up at night except for one secure door at
the rear of the main meeting area. This door was where members
with a key code could access the club after the sun went down.

The entire place was totally wired for security as well, exterior
and interior. There was an in house video system for the sex
parties they recorded, no camera shy members allowed in this
chapter, and even though their faces were always blocked the rest
of their bodies were on display for making movies. Big screened
plasma TV's were mounted in every room and a half dozen alone
were mounted in the main party area. New rooftop A/C Units kept
the place cool and the pool and outdoor areas were landscaped and
sweet to look at and use. And all of it was protected from
outsiders scrutiny with a custom six foot privacy fence. They
even added a pool house, sauna and Jacuzzi, and a weight room.

Fredrick had all the old signs and advertising for the old motel
taken down. And electronic gate with a coded lock kept the public
from getting any closer than the turn off from the highway since
the property extended to the road front. It was all private
property now and well marked as such. Fredrick was no dummy and
the Chapter retained good lawyers for any trouble that came their
way.

A lot of the old breed members who weren't 100 % on board with
the sexual direction the club had taken had retired from active
membership, either voluntarily or through strong suggestion. They
could stay on but they needed to put aside their concerns and
just get used to it. Fredrick and the rest of the members only
brought in new pledges that were first and foremost totally
perverted, but also pretty well educated and dedicated to a life
of illicit profit. But not the kind who were looking for trouble
or conflict with other clubs or confrontation with law
enforcement. Most people would have been surprised by the kind of
men that were part of the Rogue Riders M.C. Club.

They had a total membership of one hundred and forty dues paying
members, but of that, only eighty-five or so were active. Being
active meant they attended club business meetings and club
functions. They were also the ones who came to the club almost
every weekend and occasionally during the week as well. Among
them were six emergency medical technicians two of which were
studying to become Physician's Assistants with the club helping
to pay for their schooling. There were a couple of paralegals
working on their degrees, also with financial aid from the
chapter.

They had a lot of blue collar guys, men who owned their own
businesses out right just like Fredrick. Electricians and masons,
contractors and mechanics, plumbers, and even a couple of bar and
restaurant owners. All of them were perverted party hounds, even
the ones married and with children. A few of whom were currently
sharing their preteen kids with select members of the chapter.

But most new members were single men, it was inherently dangerous
to bring in a married pledge. The wives were always wild cards
and they had to be very careful about married men who they
targeted for membership. Everyone had good jobs of their own so
no one was dependent on the income they earned from the club and
its illicit and illegal activities. That was icing on the cake.
Even though there were dues to pay they were pretty minimal and
the Club was run mostly with the money the Chapter derived from
its own business dealings. Many which Fredrick had inherited from
past presidents, some of which had been good and some not so
good.

Fredrick got rid of the gun dealing first; the Chapter had all
the guns they needed. Illegal gun trafficking was a headache
Fredrick didn't want to deal with. They were hard to transport
and conceal so the arguments were made pro and con and the
members voted to let it go. It had been a good decision. The ATF
could stay busy fucking with white supremacists and skinheads. He
didn't need them sniffing up the Rogue Riders asshole.

Fredrick also cut out the prostitution, his main interest was
preteen pussy anyway, managing hookers, many of whom had drug
problems and to many other issues to list was like babysitting
only much less profitable.

He also decided to get rid of most of the old drug trade they
used to deal in. Fredrick didn't like his members all fucked up,
moderate partying was okay and not frowned upon, but anything
that led to illegal excess was frowned upon. All of the members
who were problem children as far as their drug use was concerned
had either straightened up, were gone, or were no longer active
members.

He kept the Meth, the GHB and the Ecstasy business, they were
just too profitable to sell off. But the Chapter no longer messed
with marijuana or cocaine or heroin. And in the drugs they did
deal, they only played the role of importer and middleman. Even
the new meth lab they were setting up was going to be run by a
third party. No members would be actively involved in day to day
production.

As the drugs passed through their posession, they added their
mark-up and sent it on its way. No one in his Chapter directly
dealt illegal drugs on the street or had contact with anyone who
did. If any member was caught dealing drugs by the Club it was
banishment. If they were caught by the police, and turned on the
Club? Well that's why things were going so well for the Rogue
Riders, everyone played by the rules.

The last thing was Fredrick's baby, but like any business the
chapter got its cut of the profits it made. And that thing was
the child porn they had been making at the club for years.
Whenever there were sex parties with underage girls they were
always filmed and the videos professionally edited and sold on
the internet, almost always to overseas interests. A members
face, male or female was never seen but the girls being used were
crystal clear as were the money shots.

Money shots like little bald cunts and assholes stretched by
large male cocks, or feminine fingers. Those same little girls
cunts oozing and dripping semen after being used by countless
men. Pretty young preteen faces, flat chests with little nipples,
slim bellies, all covered with pools of gooey semen. Asshole
dripping fuck juice, the small of their smooth sexy little backs
streaked with cum as cock after cock erupted splattering every
inch of their smooth skin with fuck juice.

Sweet innocent looking little girls sucking cocks with relish,
sucking cum from other little girls cunts, or from the cunts of
adult women wanting their cunt cleaned or her clit sucked so she
could get off with another hard cum thanks to a preteen. It was
all for the connoisseur's, the connoisseur's all over the world
who collected and paid top dollar for what the Club produced,
super heated, screaming hot CP.

Fredrick smiled, he was thinking dirty thoughts about Christine
and her daughters. He was looking forward to having lots and lots
of new raw footage of Christine and her three preteen daughters
getting down and dirty with the club members. And thinking about
making lots of money from them once he took ownership of
Christine Gilbert and her three little girls. He had no doubt
he'd be owning them very soon, owning them right down to their
very souls, very very soon.