That night, Michael lay in his bed and kept to his routine, listening to her through the wall. Removing the rings from their grey felt bag, he read the inscription inside of the smaller shiny band of metal. He knew the first was coming, and that the time had come to push the issue of their relationship. He had seen the way she stared at his half naked body when she brought his water to him, and only hoped he could take it as a sign that she had grown ready.
The following morning, they were adding the final touches to their latest rebuild, when Michael guided them into an unexpected conversation.
Tori, taken by surprise at his sudden talkative streak, found it odd and a bit disconcerting. Playing along, she made small talk with him for a bit. Eventually, he steered the discussion towards his plans for the future, and she nervously continued down the terrifying path.
Michael squatted while working on the task at hand, and pretending to complete the bike. “I don’t want you to be offended that I’m not chasing you around the house or anything. If I were that kind of guy, I assure you I would be.” Easy, he breathed to himself, take it slow, or you’ll scare her off. He wanted to test her, but he would have to take his time about it.
Tori leaned on one of the workbenches, and twisted around so she could look at him and hear him more clearly. In light of her recent thoughts, his words astounded her, and she almost blurted out that she wanted him to stay. Drawing a deep breath, she willed herself to remain calm.
Michael had been watching her, once again admiring her rear end as it stuck out behind her. Deciding for more, he smiled, turning away from her as he spoke. “I made myself a promise long ago, the next woman I’m with will be my wife.” His chest heaved, having laid his plan at her feet, and desperately hoping she wouldn’t stomp on it. He still pretended to work on the motorcycle in front of him, loosening and tightening the same bolt repeatedly, unable to force his mind on to the next step.
Tori could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her face no longer smiled. She took several minutes before she replied, seeming to be choosing her words carefully. This time even she noticed the weight of the silence. “So… are we still friends?” she posed the question timidly. It had been many weeks since they had spoken so openly, and she grew apprehensive of where it might lead.
“Of course we are,” he answered in a strong voice, “We’re best friends. I hope you’ll at least let me visit or keep in touch after I’ve moved on.” Rocking his jaw from side to side, he avoided meeting her gaze.
She made no reply, so he stood from where he had been busying his hands to steal a glance in her direction. She hadn’t moved from the counter, and rolled her eyes as she looked away, shuffling uncomfortably.
“So, you’re still planning on leaving then?” she queried, her voice barely above a whisper.
Michael kept his tone even while shuffling towards her, “I thought that’s what you wanted. No strings. No ties.”
Tori shrugged, bobbing her head lightly while staring at the wall in front of her, “I may have changed my mind a little on that. I mean, you’ve proven to be quite useful at times.” She did not smile as she looked at him with guarded desire in her eyes.
He let her stew for a moment before letting her off the hook, keeping his own voice low, “I’m not going anywhere any time soon, if you permit me to stay.”
A smile spread across her lips like a sunrise that cracks the crest of a mountain. Michael became lost in her blue eyes and thought of the bag of rings in his pocket. Not yet, he warned himself, she agreed to let you stay; give her time to adjust before you push for the next step. They spent the rest of the day in comfortable relief, as if the weight of the future had been lifted with the removal of the deadline.
The following morning, Tori wasn’t in her room when Michael awoke. He surmised she hadn’t returned from her run, and made his way out to the kitchen. He liked the way she took care of herself, and had begun to join her more regularly. He had done his share of PT over the years, but had no great love of it. This girl seemed obsessed with it.
Looking around the front part of their house, he thought about all the time they had spent working to restore it. He liked the way she chose simple things, such as the plain brown sofa and the tiny table in the kitchen. He realized it could be because of the way she had been raised, outdoors, living in hammocks and cabins, then the open road for all those years. They wouldn’t be much for most women, but for Tori, they were far more than she had ever had or dreamed of.
Spying her stretching under her tree, he grabbed a bottle of water for her and took it outside. “Good morning,” he called in a cheerful voice. She did not reply, but gave him a slight smile when he handed her the container. “So, what’s the plan today?” He felt eager to be close to her, now that there would be a chance for their future and he did not have to guard himself so closely.
She looked deep in thought for a moment, and then said wistfully, “I don’t really know. I need to shower and make breakfast, and then I think we can decide.” They had a buyer for the bike they had finished, and would be ready to start the next one if they wanted. Somehow, spending the day doing other things seemed more appealing, and she thought of playing some of her new music for him to critique.
Michael only half listened to her at that point, having seen the glimpse of chrome down the street at the café that faced their shop. Her back turned as she looked at him, he felt pretty sure she had not noticed it.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he shift his gaze back to her. “I have some things I need to take care of, though. Why don’t you start without me, and I’ll catch up when I get back.” She gave him a sly smile, and went on inside without questioning him.
Michael followed her into the house to pull on his jacket. Hearing the water in the bathroom for her shower, the image of her standing naked beneath the spray muddied his thoughts, but he shook his head to clear it, knowing he had to check out what he had seen as soon as possible. Locking the door behind him, he strolled down the road towards the diner at a brisk pace. When he entered, he knew right away who owned the bike.
The dark haired man in leather and boots sat at the counter, talking with Trish in a playful manner. “Buenos dias,” Michael said as he took the seat next to him, watching the stranger with a slanting cut of his eyes.
“Buenos dias,” came the reply, and he could see the visitor sizing him up. He ordered coffee, and then sat sipping it, the two men side by side for several minutes in silence.
Of course, Michael and Enrique had never met, but she had spoken of him, and he felt confident this was the man from her description. Eventually, he continued in Spanish, eyeing Trish carefully as he inquired, “You who I think you are?”
The stranger nodded as he drank from his cup, replying coolly, “Yeah, I thinks I am.” He cut his eyes at Michael for a moment, and they both stood to move to a booth so they could talk more privately and keep an eye down the road.
Michael took Tori’s usual seat, so he could watch their home out the window to his left. Enrique was content to sit staring at him, still playing his cards tight while he drank from his steaming mug.
“How did you find us?” Michael posed the question bluntly, thinking they had covered their tracks pretty well, buses and hiking and all. They had been there for months, and they thought they were safe.
Enrique did not give too much away; “I had help,” he admitted mysteriously. He continued in a listless tone, “I guess you’re with her now.”
Michael nodded, “More or less. I’m looking after her, giving her some stability in her life.”
Enrique nodded. He knew what he had meant, having seen the chaos that ruled her first hand. They had been in Florida the first time he had laid eyes on her, when the Dragons had brought her up from Brazil. Eddie and the guys were eager to show her off to the Scorpions and their leader, Brett Spears.
Eddie’s Prize
New to the group, Enrique had only been with the Scorpions a year. He had heard about
this other crew, the Dragons; one of the several that circulated, working for The Organization. Brett and the Farrell boys went way back, twenty-five years or so.
They had some kind of wager going, about secret weapons and some other bullshit. Enrique had never really understood it, or taken it seriously. The night they had rolled into their camp with her, Brett had been fit to be tied.
When Tori climbed off the bike, the Scorpions gathered around to give her a once over. She looked pretty skittish back then, hadn’t really settled into her role as a Dragon yet. She was big, standing about six foot tall; real easy on the eyes, too.
Brett had looked her up and down, and then asked his old friend if he minded giving up a taste. Eddie had grinned broadly, telling him to have his fill, and anyone else who was interested, dropping a tube of gel on the table for them to use. The girl had stared at it, what it meant painfully obvious. Each group held twelve men, and it would be a long night.
At dusk, Brett had walked over to the girl, running his hand along her jaw and turning her face to look her in the eye. She didn’t put up any resistance when he touched her, allowing him to remove her jacket and kiss her deeply while his hands explored her from the curve of her breasts to her smooth round backside. Eventually, she stepped away from him to remove the rest of her clothes while he and the rest of the group watched.
The girl was tall, with thick dark hair, almost black, that hung to the crack of her rear end in shiny waves. Enrique, a lower member, would have to wait his turn to touch her. Brett would be first, if he wanted it, and from the look on his face, Enrique could see that he wanted it. Of course, he could have waited and chosen to be last; as the leader of the group, he always had seniority and the most choice.
She didn’t put on much of a show as she stripped, but with a body like that she really didn’t have to. She had a slender build, toned, a flat muscular belly and nice round breasts; all natural, too. When she turned to take ahold of Brett, Enrique could see the scar on her left breast. Brett had seen it too, and ran his finger lightly over the bite mark while she grabbed him by the front of his jeans and began to unhook his belt. He knew what the mark meant; she was Eddie’s most prized possession.
Tori handled him rough, pushing him back against the table and working herself against him. She tugged at his pants until she could reach him. He had been soft when she pushed her hand down, but it didn’t take long for him to respond to her. Holding his head and neck with her left hand, she appeared to be in charge of the situation, her hand gripping his hair as she chewed on his tongue, but it didn’t last long.
Seizing her arm and pulling himself free, Brett twisted it behind her and forced her chest down onto the table. Popping the tube open, he gave her a squirt with his right hand and massaged it a little, his left still holding her arm pressed to her back as she lay in playful submission. Freeing himself from the confines of his jeans, he pushed his way into her with little effort, still holding her arm in the twisted position.
Brett made quite a show of fucking her, but he didn’t take much time to finish. When he was satisfied, she didn’t bother to move from where he had placed her, as the next few took their turns. Watching, Enrique got the feeling she was drunk, maybe on the verge of passing out. His breath had become short with anticipation, knowing he would take his time with the dark haired beauty.
Finally, his chance came. Stepping up to her, he ran the backs of his fingers down her spine, watching her twitch. Taking her by the arm, he hoisted her up for a moment so that she stood beside him. Nuzzling her cheek with his nose, he kissed her. She kissed him back, but sloppy, and he knew he had been right about her being wasted.
Laying her back down, he popped his pants open and dropped them enough to work himself out. Making sure she was slick enough, he made it inside with only a slight effort and began to work her in deep heavy strokes, enjoying the way she moaned.
Reaching over his head, he pulled his shirt off with one hand so he could feel her naked skin rub against his chest while he lay over her, forcing their bodies together.
Lacing the fingers of his right hand with hers, he began to drive her hard enough to make her cry out as she gripped the edge of the table with her left. His own left hand slid easily over her, caressing the side of her breast, down to her bare hip, enjoying the curve of her body beneath him.
He worked himself to the point of finishing, and then he pushed himself in completely and held still, willing himself to hold out. She panted loudly, taking the full thickness and depth of him, still gripping the edge of the table as he remained motionless inside her.
The urge passed, and he squeezed the flesh that covered her left ribs as he worked himself up again, nibbling her ear while he slammed against her bare skin with a deep driving motion. Finally, he began to pulse inside her, and then lay still for a moment gasping for air.
She squeezed his hand for a brief moment, and he ran the back of his left hand down her spine once more before he released her and stepped away, smiling to himself at how she had enjoyed the dirty way he fucked her.
Enrique kept a close eye on the girl after their first encounter, already considering how he might acquire the young woman. Tori woke up on the ground next to the table at sunrise, wrapped in a sleeping bag. She made a face as she cleaned herself before she dressed, frowning at the flesh that covered her ribs on the left side. She closely inspected the fresh bruises he had left there in his excitement, causing him to wonder if she recalled how she had received them. Once she was dressed, she located a bottle of water and began rehydrating while she collected herself.
The Dragons and Scorpions were scattered all over the place, spread out sleeping or starting their day. Seeing her sober, Enrique did his best to establish himself in her realm of being, walking up to her and placing his hands on the sides of her neck, so his palms grazed her cheeks. She did not resist when he leaned forward to put his mouth over hers.
Enrique liked kissing her, and she wasn’t shy about their swapping spit, so he did this to her periodically, until Eddie pulled him aside for a lesson on when and when not to touch another man’s bitch. Tori seemed to have picked up on the vibe, and took great pains to avoid him and the rest of the Scorpions after Eddie’s reprimand, unless she had been instructed to take care of them.
The days went by with a myriad of activities, the guys talking about bikes and jobs and business. The Organization had a full list of directives, and clearly, both groups would be busy for a while. Each night, the Dragons shared her with the Scorpions, as Eddie was quite proud of his new toy, and each night Enrique fucked her in his slow, grasping manner. He loved the way she responded to him, and fully believed that she equally enjoyed their encounters.
The fourth and final night, things took a morbid turn, and the group got a chance to see firsthand why the girl seemed to have a deep appreciation for Vodka. At first, Eddie tied her wrists with a short piece of rope. He used a second, longer piece and tied her hands over her head, so that she hung from one of the supports to the metal roof that covered the table.
She never cried out, and endured their torture, but it became clear the twins wanted to show off how much she could take as she dangled limply between them. Afterwards, Enrique understood why she drank. He chose not to touch her that night, as all of the others passed, as well.
Cutting her down when they were finished, the pair left her in a heap on the ground and Tony, a member of the Dragons, covered her with a blanket for the night, the welts standing out against her creamy skin, and the blood and goo oozing from her assaulted regions.
The last day, Brett had seen enough. The two groups were gathered as the Dragons were preparing to move out, having places to be and work to do. Relaxing over their final conversation, Eddie took Brett’s comments in stride, “Don’t get me wrong, she serves a purpose, but girls don’t need fifteen years or so of training to learn to fuck, man.” He had smirked at his old friend, trying not to be too harsh on him.
Eddie only nod
ded his agreement. Tori had been watching him intently, as she never missed what went on around her when sober. Eddie glanced over at her and gave her an evil grin.
Giving her a nod, he made a signal with his right hand and bobbed his head towards one of the Scorpions. Instantly, she leapt up from where she had been squatted and attacked the man.
Her movements were swift and sure, no one in the gathering expecting it, least of all her victim. Rolling on the ground, he went into defensive mode, but she already had the advantage and had bloodied his mouth and nose before knocking him onto his back and shoving her knee into his chest, the weight of her holding him in position.
The blade of her knife shone bright when she threw her right arm up and released the steel with a loud pop of the trigger; Enrique sat in shocked horror staring, unable to look away from what was coming. However, Eddie had stepped forward and caught her wrist, preventing her from bringing the knife down.
“Easy, love,” he soothed her, “We are after all… friends here.” He had a smug sneer on his face as she jerked her arm free from him, glaring down at her prey in disgust at having been prohibited from finishing.
Rising slowly, Tori snapped the blade closed, and took a few steps back. She allowed the wounded man to roll over onto all fours before standing, shifting her eyes over to Eddie to await further direction. Enrique continued to stare at her heaving chest, in awe of the young woman and the havoc she was capable of bringing down upon her target.
With a wave of his hand, her owner called her off, and she visibly relaxed, returning to her former position and taking deep breaths to cleanse herself. The remainder of the Scorpions sat in stunned silence, not sure if what they had witnessed had been real.
Eddie stretched out next to Brett once more, chewing on a stick and smiling at his accomplishment. No one ever said anything else about the girl, or made reference to what she was. They all knew Eddie had completed the construction of his secret weapon, and Brett paid up on their wager.
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