Chapter 4 – Damara
Chapter Four
Damara
The drug coursing through my veins makes me feel like I haven’t slept in days.
I don’t have the strength to fight Magnum off.
He’s too large, even if I didn’t have this imposition on my well-being.
If he’s not a liar, if we both were drugged, he’s right that there might be problems upstairs.
I need my clothes and more importantly, I need my cell phone.
Magnum’s bare cock presses against my thigh, sending shivers of fear through me and an uncomfortable throbbing between my legs.
I can feel his cum gushing around inside of me and I have to force down the feeling of sickness that I had sex with a man and I don’t remember a single second of it.
He might be attractive, but members of the Rebel Barbarians Motorcycle Club seem to come with a whole lot of baggage.
The basement is cool enough that I’m painfully aware of my nudity and my nipples…
I’m not the type to just take my clothes off and fuck on a pool table.
I must have been drunk off my ass or under the influence of something much stronger.
The chilliness makes my joints ache, probably worsened by the effects of alcohol and the mystery drug.
Without Magnum’s body keeping me warm, I’ll need to race for anything to keep me warm or I’ll be forced to beg for his hulking body over mine again. I nod slowly as he asks the question, “Nod if you understand.”
I need to get out of here. He’s a part of the club, so I can trust him or Tamiya’s crazy ass husband will get his ass.
Magnum removes his hands slowly, his eyes never leaving mine with painful closeness until he believes that I won’t scream.
He eases his large, muscular body off the pool table and I am forced to admire how impressive it is that a man could even get that big.
He must eat as much as a horse, especially to keep such built, well-defined legs like that.
His cock dangles between his legs semi-hard, causing another confusing flinch between my legs.
I shouldn’t look at his dick, but judging by the warmth between my legs, there’s really no point at shyness.
I scramble off the table so Magnum doesn’t rush over and pin me down again.
He searches the perimeter of the small basement while I make a beeline for a stack of clothing on the floor.
I don’t recognize any of the clothes as my own, but I don’t care.
Why aren’t our clothes down here? Weird…
These circumstances are fucked up enough, but the missing clothing makes it seem more intentional. Did we get naked before getting to this basement? Ugh. My head hurts. So much for finding myself. I can’t even find my thong.
I peel a black t-shirt off the floor and grey sweatpants that are too big for me, but still too small for Magnum.
“I hear nothing,” he says in a gruff voice before stalking over to me. His big dick swings between his legs as he walks over to me and I can’t help but stare at his member, even if I should be looking for an escape instead of staring at the beast lurking around the room.
He doesn’t appear self-conscious at all about his nudity as he stands before me and glances up and down.
“Did you drug me?” Magnum presses again. My heart flutters nervously because not only is he close to me, but his cock is semi-hard as he stands so close to me I can feel the heat off his body.
“No.”
I hand the remaining clothes on the floor to Magnum, hoping he takes the hint and gets dressed.
He takes a t-shirt from the stack first instead of underwear.
Is this man out of his mind? He sets the rest of his clothes on the table and I glance down at his dick again as Magnum slides the shirt over his gigantic body.
Fuck. He’s huge and it really is all muscle. Even his abs. Apparently, I already fucked this man… I might as well check out what he’s working with. My stomach throbs when I look at his dick again because there’s just no way I fit that big old thing inside me…
Magnum grunts and finally grabs a pair of navy blue sweatpants from the pile and slides them on over his big, muscular thighs and then his ass cheeks jiggle and bounce a bit as he gets into the pants. This white boy is stacked.
“Do you know who did?”
“Why the fuck would I know that?”
“Okay,” he says. “You’re not leaving my side until I find out who the hell drugged us and why…”
“How about we get some Plan B?”
“Why would I do that?” Magnum asks. The look on his face scares me, because he seems genuinely confused.
“Did you drug me?”
This question angers him more than the Plan B question.
“No,” he says. “But I’m not going to cum inside a woman anytime soon. So if this baby takes… I’ll keep it.”
“And I don’t get a say in the matter?”
“Not while you’re a suspect,” Magnum says, his fingers interlacing with mine in a way that starts off feeling romantic but quickly becomes possessive as Magnum’s meaty paw clenches around mine and I can’t feel blood in my fingers.
“How the hell am I a suspect when I’m a victim?”
“Quiet,” Magnum says softly. His voice makes my pussy gush, leading to some of his hot cum leaking out of me.
I want to be grossed out, but I’m partially relieved and hopeful this reduces the chances of me getting pregnant.
He’ll hopefully come to his senses about getting me the Plan B pill once more of the drug leaves his body.
He pulls me to the staircase and we slowly ascend the stairs to leave the basement. When Magnum pushes the door open, it isn’t even locked. Anybody could have come down here at any minute. But nobody did. The clubhouse is entirely empty too. What time is it?
For safety, there aren’t too many windows, but the sunlight outside is strong enough that it could be anywhere from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. I need more information, but Magnum lacks curiosity.
He drags me straight behind the bar and pulls out the emergency shotgun strapped beneath the sink.
Somehow, he finds ammo down there too. He has to let go of my fingers to load the weapon and considering the gun, I don’t run. Never spook a white man with a gun.
I haven’t made it this far by causing trouble I can’t handle.
“There’s nobody in here.”
“That you know of,” Magnum says. “Fuck, what time is it?”
“I don’t know. We woke up together.”
This must be one of the dumb bikers. Magnum throws a glare in my direction for the sassy comment, but I don’t know what this trifling fool expected me to say, since I don’t have a better idea of the time than he does.
“This feels wrong,” Magnum grunts, wielding the gun and beginning a thorough search of the clubhouse.
I mean… sure, I don’t feel great but it looks like we got too drunk, fucked by mistake and then overslept. Our first priority should be heading to a drugstore to get Plan B, and make an effort to undo that mistake before it becomes a much bigger problem.
But I’m sure running around an empty clubhouse with a gun is for an equally important purpose.
He takes over half an hour to “clear” the clubhouse. His phone is dead, I don’t know where my phone is, and when I point out it might be smarter and faster to look for a phone charger, Magnum acts like I’m crazy and shushes me like I’m in the first grade.
I can see why he showed up to the bar single.