When a mysterious motorcycle gang rides into a quiet small town of Temperance, South Dakota, the locals become uneasy as various rumors follow the one percenter gang like the exhaust from their collective tail pipes, but unlike the elders of her town a local sixteen year old girl by the name of Layla Quinn, finds herself drawn inexplicably to the rowdy gang's illustrious and temperamental leader Marrok "Brick" Kenneally. Who eventually shows her life isn't always what it seems and not only frees her from the confines of the dull town life, but uncovers secrets about her obscure past that change her life forever.
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The County Fair, Unknown City, Unknown State....(2001)
Unimpeded ruckus filled the background as twisting metal swirled and twirled in the distance as many a machine got a good work out due to the numerous rows of people all huddled together in single lines barely able to keep the shape as many a man and woman stood amid the heat of the beaming golden rays of the afternoon sun both excited and impatient at the same time. There were attendees of all shapes and sizes, big, small, surprisingly plump and inexplicably thin. There were people in various colorful outfits in combination of jeans and khakis, skirts and shorts, wearing shirts of every size and style while some were men preferred to wear no shirt at all and some women were dressed down due to the heat in some tight fitting and inappropriate garb that made the older people stop and stare, some wore sandals, some flip-flops, some were even barefoot and others wore tennis shoes just to be able to take part in the action that surrounded them.
There were a great many bodies in attendance that afternoon, given to various ranges of emotion and wonder as the flashy festivities continued to get underway. Amid the sea of people and various rides of every shape and color, and the numerous stands where the pleasant aroma of new and strange combinations of foods had gotten the nearby people's mouth watering enough to have them part with the hard earned and painstakingly saved cash in their respective pockets, had been a lone little girl with the most vibrant shade of wild red hair that trailed down her back and pulled into two pigtails braided with two bright pink bows on the ends of each so as not to block her rather limited view of the world around her and impede on the fun she had before hand.
She seemed to have been the only one not enjoying the festivities and unbothered by the sights and sounds that had come with being at such a place that normally a child as young as she would have been captivated by at the moment of arrival and perhaps before when she, herself had arrived she was, but at the current moment, her naturally baby blue eyes were blurred to the point of being difficult to see amid the vast sea of random people that surrounded her which also added to the relative puffiness of her tiny cheeks and the reddening of her little nose as a thin layer of mucus oozed from her tiny nostrils as she attempted to make sense of the apparent round of confusion that had befallen her.
A sensation of sickness filled her belly as she stood alone where last she had seen anyone she recognized in the past thirty minutes. Her belly seemed to be turning back flips as she felt the onset of churning deep within as a wave of nausea seemed to hit at a most inopportune time. The little body of the small redhead trembled as she took a step forward unsure as she did if attempting to search for her long lost parents had been the right move.
Once more she attempted to search through tear stained baby blue eyes for the people whom had brought her to the surrounding loud, and busy carnival, that had once been a place of fun and new found excitement for her. Sadly, all of the fun and excitement gave way to only bouts of sorrowful tears as the little innocent redhead girl of six years of age, found herself unable to locate her parents following a rushed trip to the local porta potty after one too many sugary drinks while enjoying her visit.
Having had enough of playing the waiting game, she decided to try and find help from one of the working adults in the area. Despite being so young, she tried her best to recall the places her parents had taken her before she went to use the restroom but had been unable to. It did little good to travel aimlessly amid the sea of people so she ventured past them and into the spaces between the rides where she wandered into an area that had little to no people aside from the strange man whom had been in charge of a goldfish game that she wished to try before having to answer the call of nature prior to everyone she knew disappearing.
The strange man was surprisingly thin, bone structure included, with tight pale skin and long dark brown hair. On his face was a scruffy brown beard as thick as the hair on his head and he wore thick dark sunglasses.The girl took note of him wearing a dark red carnival shirt with black trimming and faded denim jeans with formerly white sneakers caked in mud and dust from the road and his area where he set up his game.
Up close, he smelled of aged grease and dry dirt as he approached the frightened little girl whom seemed to have recalled him from when they first met at the goldfish games and he commented on her bright pink shoes that matched her light pink overalls and white t-shirt with pink flowers on the end. He had even commented on the yellow kids' watch she wore, that had some wacky cartoon character in the form of a green frog on it that she won as a prize from a previous game she participated in with her family.
For as long as she'd been out in the sun, she could feel her skin becoming pained and red from all of the unwanted heat beaming down on her as she found herself in the company of this slightly familiar stranger. Her throat was so sore dry from all of her crying that she hardly had a voice as she attempted to ask for assistance from this stranger whom had been apart of the carnival. She found it difficult to do much of anything due to the anxiousness and fear that coursed through her. She'd been so out of it that she could feel her palms sweating as she clenched them nervous as she had not been keen on speaking to strangers, but despite her young age she was well aware that this wasn't a normal set of circumstances.
Thinking better of approaching the man, she found herself taking note of a blonde female worker wearing the same shirt as the man with dark glasses and approached her, finding it less difficult to ask for assistance from the woman than the strange man.
"C-Can you help me find my Mommy and Daddy please?" she asked.
The blonde woman had been about to assist her when the man approached smiling as if his life depended on it and kneeling down to the little girl's level while waving off the blonde woman with the promise of assisting the girl himself.
"I remember you...you came with your Mommy and Daddy to look at the fish." he said in a pleasant tone.
His tone had not matched his demeanor as he'd been hidden behind thick black glasses that didn't make the girl feel very comfortable when looking at them. It was as if his eyes were foreign to her in that moment.
"I just saw them as a matter of fact, and I could take you to them if you'd like."offered the strange man.
Filled with the tiniest bit of hope that she could finally be reunited with her family and return home after such a long day, she reluctantly agreed to accompany him.
With a cheery smile and a kind voice, the strange man lead the tearful little girl away from the carnival with the promise of helping her find her family only to knock her out via a dirty cleaning rag filled with a pleasant smelling liquid that the girl had not recognized when it covered her mouth and started to make her forget about the world around her while she struggled to get free of the strange man's grasp whom had held her tightly as she kicked and screamed while he tightened his grip on her small body.
Her lungs burned and her vision further blurred despite the darkness that she'd only been privy to seeing and before she knew it, her little body went limp in the strange man's arms and he carried her weightless form toward his dark red pickup truck and tossed her inside closing and locking the door behind her as she collapsed into the back seat.
Had she been awake, she might have been afraid of the cramped space and the stench of old grease and rotten garbage that lined it.
She might even have realized the concerned woman, whom had left her to the devices of the strange man was in fact his accomplice, whom had been a thin blonde with green eyes and much too much makeup on her face for a hot summer afternoon which melted immediately when she entered the passenger side of the red pickup truck.
The strange man climbed into the driver side and started the engine after looking back at the involuntarily slumbering girl in the back of them. He pulled out of the lot as the other workers continued their labor of trying to wrap up the carnival and move on to the next town. None had been any the wiser as to what had just occurred and the little girl even less so abut the true location of both her parents.
Not far along the abandoned highway were the bodies of a man roughly in his early thirties wearing a not so white t-shirt and dark brown shorts with black sandals on his feet, and a woman of about a few years his junior with long curly red hair and ruby red lips with a red button down vest shirt and orange shorts on her legs and white sneakers now soiled via being tossed about in the dirt when her body rolled into the nearby ditch. The couple had been severely beaten to death, the man via a lead pipe to the back of the skull initiating blunt force trauma and the woman having been strangled with marks about her lovely pale neck.
These loving people had elected to leave all their cares behind when it came to their respective jobs and personal obligations and have a fun weekend as a family with their only daughter by bringing her to the local carnival for a good time. Sadly, it turned into a tragic affair when the husband was ambushed after a blonde woman approached him for help pertaining to her pickup truck going flat and his life coming to a violent and abrupt end ever since he agreed to assist her.
Concerned about her husband, but not willing to leave her six year old daughter behind as she used the porta potty, The woman found herself in the middle of an ambush via an enraged carnival worker whom had drug her from the line of sight after punching her into unconsciousness and strangled her to death before throwing her body into the same ditch that held her deceased husband.
Such was the fate of the drugged little redhead girl's loving family unbeknownst to her.
Much to the delight of the vile fiends that held her captive as their dark red pickup truck traveled down the open highway without a care in the world about being apprehended for their heinous crimes. As there had been no witnesses, and no trace of the lost little girl, nor her parents as the festivities went on.
TEN YEARS LATER..............
Chapter 101: Hounds From Hell Unknown Location, Unknown State... Snakeskin boots touched down onto white dust as the infamous killer kidnapper known fully as Jarrett Quinton Beaulieu slid out of his truck. His keen narrow eyes had been fixated on a rather impressive but barely held-together hunting shack as he gripped a silver barrel shotgun and made his way up the small wooden steps and into the front door. There had been a good deal of blood splattered about the place, remains and carcasses of dead animals of various kinds, and an occasional human body or two shot through the heart and lying where they had been dropped Jarrett had not been a stranger to nature, no stranger to nature at all when it came to men, women, children and animals alike.As he huffed and stomped about the darkened shack, he took note of the box of silver bullets that had been laid out on a makeshift table splattered with blood and animal guts. The flies had not yet gotten to the place but the rancid stench
Chapter 100: The Call Of The RoadLayla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... Dawn had brought with it a series of aches and pains but none had been substantial aside from overexertion, Brick's gray eyes burst open as he found himself once more naked as the day he was born and surprisingly alone in Layla's bed. The groggy werewolf sighed as he slowly sat up in bed and eased his way out from beneath the tangled sheets. His sore muscles rippled and he seemed to have little regard for the fact that he'd been naked as the minor breeze lashed against his bare skin once he'd been out of the sheet and bed. He took long slow strides out of the bedroom his unruly nostrils flaring as the all-too-familiar scent of Layla Quinn filled them. He found her standing alone out on the porch dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his t-shirt, with a cup of coffee in her hands as she seemed to stare out into the open wilderness. She didn't seem to take notice of him as he
Chapter 99: A Distractive IndulgenceLayla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... The constant beating of the wooden headboard had been quite the indicator as to how intense Brick's thrusts had been becoming as his thick cock delved deeper inside the tight confines of Layla's sodden sex. The naked brute had been all for indulging, but there had scarcely been a woman alive that could keep up with his wolfish stamina and the added sensation of Layla clenching around him as she gripped his body tighter made it all the more exciting for the beast that dwelled within. Brick fought to keep it at bay, knowing all too well that he could potentially get carried away and harm the poor girl when that had not been his intention. She had begged him for a distraction, and he'd opted to deliver but he had only done so after a promise of discussion when the time came. She was determined to hit the road with him, a rather tricky thing given his true nature and
Layla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... The keen gray eyes of one Brick Kenneally opened to find that he'd been in a now darkened bedroom with a still slumbering Layla Quinn resting amid the torn and tattered sheets that lined her bed. She'd still been quite naked, her pert breasts as visible in the semi-darkness as her lean belly, shapely hips, and thighs had been before night had fallen. He had no recollection of what had transpired before his having had sex with Layla a second time that afternoon aside from the heavy fog and a lingering headache that had only seemed to cause him a bit of a problem when he'd been on the verge of giving in to his beast blood during and before a full moon. Brick lay silently on his back, his naked muscular frame as bare to the elements and the chilling cold that filled the bedroom due to the shift in temperature given the night, he welcomed it, a refreshing change from the lustful heat that held him an
Chapter 97: A Feral's CallingLayla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... All around the heavy drops had been giving the old yellow house a run for its money pelting against the rooftop and window panes in rapid succession. The constant beating of the thick wooden headboard that lined Layla's bed and the back wall of her bedroom continued to resound as the mattress shifted and slid beneath the weight and intensity of Brick Kenneally's forward thrusts and backward motion. His larger naked body towered above the smaller lovely lass whose hair had been as wild and as sweat slick as his when their act had truly gotten underway. Their bare bodies had been exposed as much to the cool chill in the bedroom as it had been to their mutual gazes. Brick's massive upper body riddled with muscle and tension as he flexed pumping his well-toned hips in frequent succession all the while he'd been in between Layla's slender thighs.Frequent and heated kisses passed
Chapter 96: A Far Gone ConclusionThe Bathroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... Despite his best efforts to keep silent about his slipping out of bed with Layla to answer the call of nature as intended, Brick found it very annoying that the moment he'd lined his impressive cock up to the toilet bowl the sound of his rushing urine had splashed about loudly echoing through the formerly darkened house as he attempted to hurry and get back to bed before she'd awoken. It had taken quite a bit of time to get her to relax well enough to fall asleep, given the day she had with her whole life being revealed as one big and tragic lie right from the mouth of the man she called father himself. Brick sighed as he attempted to make sense of the mess Jarrett Quinn's actions had made of his life and the life of young Sara Downes, selfishness had been the name of the game, and yet he knew without a shadow of a doubt that the old bastard had not been solely to b
Chapter 95: The Ballad Of Layla BeaulieuOpen Road, Outskirts of Temperance, South Dakota... Puffs of white smoke filled the old pickup truck as the lone driver's low blue eyes took in the sight of the vast horizon that appeared around him while drawing a long slow drag from the thin white stick that balanced between his harsh pale lips. He'd been a man on a mission for quite some time and the more distance he put between himself and the body he left on the highway, the more the reflections of a rather sinister past began to plague his already weary and twisted mind. The rugged angry man in the rattlesnake cowboy hat and worn blue jeans and a short-sleeved white t-shirt with muddy dust-blown brown cowboy boots was indeed born Jarrett Quinton Beaulieu, but he had gone by the name "Jarrett Quinn" for a good seventeen years. The memory of the night he'd taken it upon himself to put an end to his drug-addicted ex-wife due to her having smothered his little girl right along with her n
Chapter 94: A Rainy Heart To HeartLayla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... The pelting of the rain had continued against the roof of the old yellow house that had been a staple of Layla Quinn's childhood for as long as she could remember but the realization that it had merely been a figment of a false childhood and symbol of her captivity had finally set in, still, she held on to the better memories that had come along with the house, like meeting Brick, who had been snoring rather deeply beside her after their latest romp. She had never met a man like him before, despite his being older, she'd truly felt loved and comfortable when she'd been in his arms. He had been the first person to make her feel safe in a very long time and now she'd known the uncomfortable truth as to why that was. Layla let out a small sigh as she rested her head against Brick's bare chest, marveling at his many well-toned muscles and the fact that his strong hear
Chapter 93: A Natural ImpulseLayla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... Nightfall had been a rather silent affair as Brick Kenneally found himself awakening in Layla's bed with both of them as naked as the day of their respective births and sprawled all over the mattress. Given their newfound relationship, it had not been an altogether unusual sight. However, Brick found that not only was he still lodged inside the still-slumbering younger woman's tight sex, but that his cock had been renewed in terms of his arousal. He could hardly recall much of what happened the previous few hours, as the rut had gotten to him and he'd been a slave to the will of the moon, although not up for quite a few hours, Luna's reach had been quite prominent when it came to Brick's scarcely hidden wolfish side and bid that he lay claim to the girl as he should have on the first night he'd taken her. The man and beast had been at odds over what sort of claim they ha
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