Spiteful Punks: dolls and douchebags part one

by Madeline Fay

  “I hate you,” I say with so much passion I almost believe it myself, convincing my body to tag along is another story.

  “I don’t care. You see when your father is the Chief of police you get away with some crime, but when that man turns into something so powerful even the city is scared of him, you get away with everything.” Logan nods his head at Nicky and Tey over my shoulder, both of them coming to my side and pushing me down until my knees smack against the epoxy garage floor.

  “You’re the fucking mafia?!” I hiss out, Logan’s image getting dizzy until the pain on my scalp brings me back as he pulls my head back by my hair.

  “Mafia, meth makers, drug dealers, criminals… call it whatever you want. You're in our world now, baby girl. Now be a good girl and do as you're told.” He grips my hair tighter, and my neck starts to ache from the strain but my betraying body loves it.

  My breathing picks up, my skin flushed, and my nipples strain against the lace of my bra. The sound of a zipper brings back a memory of that night, I can almost feel the basement’s dirty floor scraping against my back as a Joker ripped through my virginity.

  “Little bitch, we really gotta stop meeting like this,” Dalton smirks, his thumb brushing back and forth over my parted lips as I stare up at him in a daze. “Open wide, let’s see those skills you bragged about.”

  How wrong I was when I thought his cock was huge before in his teacher's mouth, it’s even bigger without a mouth wrapped around him. It wouldn’t be the first time a blowjob was forced on me but it would be the first time my pussy gets dripping wet just thinking about it. Dalton steps closer until it’s only him I can see. He taps the large mushroom head of his cock against my lips and I can’t help but peek up at him from under my lashes. He’s already staring at me with a lopsided smirk like he knows what I’m thinking.

  “If you bite me, I’ll rip out your teeth until it’s a smooth ride for my cock,” he threatens with a deep chuckle, smiling in delight when I try struggling out of Tey and Nicky’s grip.

  Without warning, he plunges past my lips, the wide girth stretching my mouth and already making my jaw ache. The fist in my hair doesn’t loosen, nor the rough slide in and out of my mouth, it’s enough to make my eyes water.

  “Look at her taking my cock around those wide, pink lips. I knew you could, little bitch.” Dalton groans, his thumbs hooking into the sides of my mouth to stretch it wider.

  I gag when he reaches the back of my throat, tears leaking down my cheeks but I keep going even as I glare up at him.

  “That’s enough,” Logan orders, shoving Dalton away before he can finish, and I breathe deeply in rough pants as I watch him zip up his pants.

  I think it’s over when the guys let go of my shoulders but the cruel smirk gracing Dalton’s wide lips stops me from getting off my knees.

  “In my kingdom, you do as I say and when I say,” Logan says in a deep voice, his hand in my hair pulling harder until it stings my scalp and I’m looking upside down at him.

  A shocked gasp leaves my lips when I’m smacked on the side of my cheek with one of the guys’ cock. It’s crude and nasty but that doesn’t stop them from making me feel little, to show them exactly where my place is and I loathe how damp my panties are. My nostrils flare and my eyes hurt from holding in angry tears as one lone thick finger slips into my underwear, sliding between my wet folds back and forth so slowly, to prove how wet my pussy is for them. I’m ashamed of my reaction but I can’t control it. Not being able to see who’s touching me with the way Logan has me in his hold, the need to plead them to keep going climbs up my throat but the finger circling my clit disappears just when I was about to break. Judging by the drawn out groan and the deep inhale I hear, Tey, the psycho, was the one touching me. I pretend the sucking sound with a slight pop and another groan of agony doesn’t make my pussy clench with need, or that he was just sucking his finger with the taste of me on it.

  Glaring up at Logan, his honey eyes mock me and he shoves my head back down to receive the rest of my punishment. Nicky stands in front of me, his green eyes hypnotizing and a whole lot of scary behind the skeleton makeup. I can hear their voices loud and clear but when I look at them, I feel disoriented like I’m really not here and I’ve made it to hell. Maybe I never really left the compound but that thought goes flying out the window as I feel enough pain to tell me it’s real. The cold floor bruises my knees, the tight grip in my hair restraining me, and the eight inches of thick cock sliding past my lips again… pain and pleasure blend together. My eyes widen in shock, seeing from base to tip tattoos around the whole length of his cock and I wonder if the rest of the hidden parts of his body is covered in art too.

  “I think she likes it. Do you like sucking my cock, Tillie?” Nicky asks darkly with his eyes glaring at me when I remain silent, continuing to lick him around the head that leaks pre cum before going back down on him again.

  He slaps my cheek, enough to lightly sting and the pain causes me to choke around his cock as he shoves down my throat in a fast hammering movement that will no doubt bruise and leave me with a raspy voice.

  “Answer him,” Logan demands, shoving my face forward until my nose brushes against the exposed skin of Nicky’s abs and the sharp V of his hips.

  He releases me after a moment so I can breathe. I gasp for breath like it’s my last and watch through watery eyes when Nicky steps away without coming too. Not being able to see the lust, greed, and possession in their eyes, I close my own and admit something that I wish was a lie.

  “Yes.” My voice sounds hollow to my own ears, defeated.

  “Good girl,” Logan whispers for my ears only but it makes my eyes snap open in shock at the praise. He starts talking to Tey in a louder voice and circles around to gaze down at my pathetic self at their feet. “I’ve already had a piece of her and I have to say she really begged for it, but don’t they all? Tey, you want a turn, brother?” Logan offers his friend like I’m prized possession, an object.

  I hate him. I hate them. I hate the way my body craves all the things it’s been missing. I hate the wet gush between my thighs each time one of them touches me. Maybe I wasn’t made to run away from my problem but face them head on. Tey crouches over to my side, moving the hair away from my wet stained face, and traces his finger over my feather tattoo hiding the raised bumps of the letter C.

  “No. I’ll wait until she’s so desperate that she’s begging me to make her bleed. What can I say? I love them crazy.” Tey shrugs and leans forward to lick my cheek, right over the tears that escaped.

  He stands suddenly after looking at me for a long minute like he was searching for something in my gaze and walks over to Nicky’s side. All four of them loom over me now, staring down at me in a way that makes my very existence feel very small, almost as if I’m a nobody and not one person would care if I never showed my face again.

  “Play by the rules, Tillie, and maybe you won’t die. By the time we are done with you, marking you in every way possible… you’ll end up begging for death. Or you could surprise me and live. Only time will tell. Let the games begin.” My heart pounds, wanting to escape my ribcage as Logan delivers that message with a devilish smirk and walks into the house without a backwards glance.

  The guys follow after him, not one of them saying anything until it’s just me, kneeling on the ground where I always feel like I belong. It started just like this for me in the basement and it seems to be an endless cycle, maybe one of these days I won’t be able to get back up. A shiver wracks my body, a cold empty feeling gripping me tight. It confused me for a moment when they each took a turn using me, withholding from coming down my throat or marking me. They wanted to show what kind of power they have over me, that I’m to be used whenever one of them feels like it. It really is a game to them and I’m sick of being an object to be used over and over again. Something inside of me crawls its way up my stomach until it’s burning in my chest… pure fucking rage.

  I didn’t run away just to s
lowly die for some controlling, asshole punks. Doris once told me that one day I’m going to fly so high that no one can touch me and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. There on the cold garage floor, cheeks stained with dried tears, I make a promise to myself. No more hiding. No more running. No more fearing those higher up on the food chain. I’m taking what’s mine by the balls even if it does end up killing me.

  I’ll show them all that they are messing with the wrong spiteful girl.

  Cruz

  If you take enough of a deep inhale, you’ll still be able to smell rotting corpses that have been buried in freshly turned soil and the faint stale taste of copper in the air after so many years of use. This right here is my favorite place, it holds many memories for me but the one that sticks is the night I received my patch. Climbed up the ladder as her screams echoed around this basement, still so fresh in my mind.

  Inhale, exhale.

  Just closing my eyes, I can see her laying on the floor, screaming for it all to stop, but the moment my blade carved her up so prettily is when she became silent. Now she’s gone out of my reach and I can’t feel ecstasy coursing through my veins no matter how many people I kill. She’s the only blood I want, the only cunt that will satisfy my thirst.

  Finally, fucking finally, I’m getting closer to having her back. I’ll have her exactly where I want her soon enough. She’s mine, all mine. Searching for the rat didn’t take long. Spike sang like a canary and I cut out his tongue after. Couldn’t stand the whiny prospect’s voice as he pleaded for mercy. I can say his body decomposing in the lone chair right by the basement stairs is a nice message to anyone who dares to think about crossing us. Now, the real fun begins. It doesn’t give me that certain high, but it’s enough to last me over until Tillie is on her back and craving my blade.

  “Doris. Poor, poor Doris. Aren’t you tired yet? Have you had enough? Just tell me what I want to know and it can all stop. Payne will forgive you over time.” The lies come easily off my tongue, Payne would rather see this bitch dead.

  Luckily, he told me to do whatever it takes, it almost makes me giddy with glee. When Spike told me he was the one to let her out of the compound, I saw red. It took a lot of restraint to not gut him and watch his insides spill out. He just had to whisper one name who helped her escape and now here we are. Doris hasn’t admitted anything, she’s a stubborn whore who’s been here long enough that she knows how to stay silent.

  “Where is she? Just tell me where, Doris, and I’ll bring her home nice and safe.” She stares down at her lap, her blonde hair laying in dirty strands in her face as she pants for breath.

  I have to say, I’m impressed. She hasn’t broken yet, but she will. Even if she’s tied down to this chair for days, I will rip off her toenails on the other foot. I tried to scare her with rape, I brought in some of the club members but this bitch has been a sweetbutt since before I was born. She’s not going to break with a threat of a fuck. She’s probably seen more than I have over the years. So I’ve resorted to torture; slashes from my blade make rivers of her blood pool at the bottom of her feet, and the tattoo on her arm is gone as I skinned that off. It might come in handy, maybe I’ll send it to Tillie once I find out where she is. A nice little present.

  Growing impatient, I bend down in front of her and swiftly stab her thigh, the blade sinking deep. Her scream makes my eyes roll in the back of my head, high on the pain and I can’t wait to give her more.

  “I could do this all day, Doris. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have a knife shoved so far up your pussy that you bleed slowly to death as your insides are rearranged? I can show you.” I can make good on that promise, the excitement is clear in my voice as I threaten her.

  She pants, her one eye that isn’t swollen shut cracking open to stare at me with pure panic. A shiver works down my spine. This is it.

  I’m coming for you, Tillie.

  “S-sh-she’s with h-her mom,” Doris whispers brokenly, her head dropping to her chest as she sobs.

  I tilt my head, confused because no way does Lorrie have the cunt in hiding. She hates Tillie, never claimed her as her own daughter. A slow grin spreads across my face as a thought clicks… unless, oh this is too good.

  I think Payne and I need to have a little chat.

  Tillie is mine. She’s mine and she’s going to die by my blade after I teach her a lesson for thinking she can hide from me.

  No one leaves me. No one. I’m all she needs, all she wants!

  To be continued

  Afterword

  So… how are we doing? You okay? What a cliffy, am I right or what?

  Fear not, book two is already in the works! Coming soon in 2021!

  Now that you're done panicking (You're still freaking out aren’t you?), I just want to thank you for reading my dark romance. It’s been stuck in my head for a while and I’m glad to see the characters come alive. Just wait until book two… you have no idea… no idea what’s in store for you!

  I want to thank Penn Cassidy, my bestie from far away, I couldn’t have done this without you. Constantly cheering me on and listening to all my bitching about my characters acting up. You’re amazeballs and I couldn’t ask for a better friend/co-writer! Much love girl. Crystal Partin, thank you so much for reading and helping me with these punks. Your input helped so much. Polly, the way you edit… I’m keeping you. You don’t have a choice, sorry not sorry. Emma, I’m so glad you were along with this crazy ride and proofreading my psychos!

  Thank you readers for diving in and I hope you loved this book as much as I do. Tillie has grown so much, never giving up and being a badass even when the guys put her down. Follow any of my links to stay updated on book two and future works. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.

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  Madeline lives in rural Michigan in a castle with all her fur babies and husband. She loves to read, you’ll find her in her tower with her kindle and cup of tea. She has a few addictions, chocolate is her weakness and anything seventies related. She’s a hippy at heart. She has an evil day job, but at night she watches over her city in the shadows and calls herself Batman. Not really but she keeps hoping it might come true one day. She’s in her bat cave writing and plotting mad, evil genius, stories while sipping some wine.