by E. C. Land
“Damn! That was one way to wake up I will always enjoy you doing. You can fuckin’ suck me anytime you feel like it, sweet girl.” He grins at me as he keeps his eyes locked on me.
“Oh yeah, maybe I will. You might find you get it more if you’re asleep when I wake up.” I giggle at his attempt to look hurt as I sit up on my knees.
“Fuck, you wound me.” He covers his heart with his hand. “Wish I could stay in bed all day returning the favor, but I gotta get to down to the club soon. We’re finalizing some shit before the run tomorrow. I’ll be going on this one, leaving early in the morning to get there. Long as shit goes right, we'll be back late tomorrow night.” He slaps my ass as he leans forward to pull me on top of him.
"Ok honey I understand. I can get myself off while you’re in the shower." I wink at him as I start to move my hand between our bodies. I worked myself up sucking his dick and need some relief.
Scotty slaps my wrist away from my core just when I make contact. “The fuck you will! That’s my pussy, and since you want to tease me, I’m going to ban you from that pussy until tonight. I find out later that you’ve played with yourself I’ll punish you by fucking you until I come, and not let you get yours you hear me.” I watch as he gets up, leaving me laying there to watch him as he goes to grab a shower. He is so wrong.
I sigh contemplating if I want to take his punishment. It might be worth it but after last night I’m still really sore. I grab his shirt from the night before as I get out of bed slipping it on as I head to the kitchen. Coffee is top priority right now. Yesterday I had prepped the coffeemaker before work so all I have to do is hit the brew button. It should be ready before Scotty gets out of the shower.
As I wait for the coffee to finish, I text Jackson- one of the members of my security team, letting him know that Demons Among Us were playing tonight. I don’t know what I would do if Jackson hadn’t come to me about his company providing security at the club when I first opened. He and his team are always on point when it comes to making sure no one causes trouble at the bar.
Fridays the bar is always packed to capacity. All my girls know this and are always on their game, I shoot a quick text to Izzy I hope she will want to help tonight. Usually I don’t need the help unless it’s a night with a live band.
Soon as the coffee is finished brewing, I pour myself a cup and take a sip before reaching for a cup to do the same for Scotty. As I’m pouring, I feel his arms wrap around my waist pressing his chest to my back.
“Love you in my shirts, sweet girl. Especially after fucking the shit out of you like I did last night.” I turn to face him needing to feel his lips on me. I reach up to give him a slow lingering kiss. He moves his hands under the shirt to find out if I’m wearing any bottoms. He slides his hands up under the shirt I’m wearing, running his hands over my skin and dropping lower to feel I’m not wearing any bottoms before lightly tapping my ass.
"You are something else you know that. Maybe I should give you a spanking for not wearing any panties." I swat at his arms, laughing at him as he smirks at me.
“Maybe I should give you a spanking. See how you like.it” I giggle.
"Yeah you try spanking my ass and see what happens." Scotty lifts a brow at me. Reaching around me he grabs his coffee, downing it quickly before placing the cup in the sink. “Gotta go, sweet girl love you.” He gives me a hot smoldering kiss before he heads out, and tells me to call him if I need to.
I shake my head as I decide to make myself breakfast. Opening the fridge, I pull out some eggs and bacon. The thought of some bacon sounds good to me. Halfway through cooking, my stomach turns. I barely make it to the bathroom before puking my guts in the toilet.
Cleaning myself up, I brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. I head back to the kitchen. The sight of food curls my stomach, and I quickly toss everything in the trash before cleaning the kitchen back up. Looking at the time, I figure I can get ready and head to the bar sooner than I planned. Not like there isn’t anything there that doesn’t need to be getting done.
Showered and ready to go, I text Scotty to let him know I’m heading to the bar. At his reply I grab my keys, lock the house and climb in my truck. It’s been a while since I've driven myself to work. Scotty made a point of always making sure he took me to and from. He always claimed that he was just trying to spend time with me. As I start my truck the rumble of the exhaust makes me smile. Pulling out of the driveway, I turn towards the bar. I make the decision to talk to Cristy when she gets in about a promotion. She deserves it.
Halfway down the road something feels off. Like I’m being followed. Looking in my mirrors I don’t see anything out of the normal. I shake my head thinking it has to be my imagination. Scotty would have told me if he had a prospect on me for any reason. Thinking it’s just stress from everything I have to do.
Coming up on one of the curves before the bar I press the brake to slow down, nothing happens. What the hell? Taking my foot, I push down on the emergency brake to find it doesn’t work either. Holy shit! What’s wrong with my brakes? Holding the steering wheel firm, I try to aim for the ditch to keep from hitting the oak trees that line the curb. Nothing happens.
I do the only thing I can and brace for impact.
Fuck me this is going to hurt.
It’s like an out of body experience. Metal scrunching up from the force, smashing the front completely and shattering the windows out. The force of the of the impact slams my head against the stirring wheel before it hits the driver’s window. Blood pours down my face, clouding my vision. Through the pain I grab my phone to dial Scotty’s number. Lifting the phone, I try to bring it to my ear only to drop it as an unbearable pain shoots through my body at the movement.
Right before I blacked out, I see the face from my nightmares smiling at me. “You didn’t think you could stay hidden forever bitch now did you.”
20
Kenny
"Wake the fuck up.” The feel of someone slapping me in the face wakes me up. Fuck my body feels like I’ve been run over. Suddenly I remember the accident. Then the voice that’s haunted my nightmares for so long it’s burned in my brain. Flame.
“You, my pretty little bitch, have been a hard one to find these past four years, but I found you all the same." The pain from the accident is bad but nothing will come close to what this horrendous monster has planned.
The sight of Flame standing in front of me with two other guys… I can’t help the thoughts that come back to me. Will he do as he planned before? Is he going to rape me before he kills me? Or will he sell me to the highest bidder?
The evil smirk on his face gives nothing away. He takes his fist to my face. Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, I refuse to let him hear me scream out. Long as I keep thinking about anything other than what’s happening, I can bare the pain.
"You fuckin’ cunt I’m glad. that little accident of yours didn’t kill you. Just means I’m going to have a chance to play with you for a while before I send your body back to that club full of half-witted imbeciles. I have a surprise for you; someone that wants to see you." Slamming his fist into my face once again before walking out of the room. If it weren’t for the fact he had me sitting I would have fallen from the force of the hit.
"No one touches her until I have my fun you hear me?” I hear him tell the two guys that are still in the room with me.
I watch as Flame slams the door. My head is throbbing with so much pain. I can feel the blood pouring from my nose from the impact of his fist against my already blood caked to my face from where I hit my head. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this one. As I look around, I notice I’m in some sort of warehouse. From the smell it’s gotta be an old pig slaughterhouse. My hands are tied tightly together above my head and hooked to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Even though I’m hooked to a chain, I’m seated in a chair that’s been placed directly under it.
"You are a pretty thing baby. No wonder our Prez has had
a hard on for you. We’ve been searching for you for quite some time now. Shame we have to wait for him before we can have some fun with you." One of the two goons come up to me squeezing my breasts so hard I close my eyes to keep from crying out. I know it’s going to leave bruises on them. Just more to go with the rest, I already have. I can’t let them know how much they're affecting me. I won’t let them have the satisfaction.
"Maybe once he’s finished playing with you, he'll let us have a go at you before we kill you."
“Get your nasty hands off me.” I tell the asshole through gritted teeth. It’s bad enough I’m in this situation I don’t want to hear the bullshit this fuckhead says.
“Bitch you belong to us now and if I want to touch you I will. Once the Prez has his fill with you. I’ll make sure I’m first in line for the train were gonna run on you. Don’t worry that precious club of yours will get your body back once we're done with you. However, that may not happen for a damn long time. Prez has plans for your ass.”
"Rancid, man ya better watch out. Prez hears ya he’ll fuckin’ gut your ass. You know as much as I do Flame’s a crazy motherfucker. He has had a fucking hard on for this bitch since she slipped from our grasp," Goon number two says as he pulls his buddy Rancid away from me. Rancid? How the hell do you get a name like that. His brothers must hate him. "I hope Prez knows what he’s doing takin’ a Devils Riot ol’ lady."
"She ain’t no ol’ lady she’s nothing but a fucking whore. You heard the shit that other bitch told Prez when she came here. Crying and bitching about how this one here stole her man." Rancid states. When he looks back at me he continues. “Said this bitch here is nothing but a whore that likes to let the guys run a train on her. Wouldn’t mind being in on the action though. You got a fine ass body, bet that cunt is just as sweet and fine as you look.” That fucking bitch I know exactly who they're talking about. Jazz! I should have known the bitch would do something stupid.
Rancid adjusts the crotch of his pants as he continues to watch me with a fevered expression, I know he believes that skanky bimbo. I should have beat her ass more than what I did when I had the chance. Bile rises in the back of my throat that I swallow to keep from coming out. Last thing I need is to smell like puke on top of everything else.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting in this chair, but it’s had to have been a while. My arms throb from the position they are in. I know something is wrong with one of my wrists from the swelling that I’m able to see. Exhausted from all that has happened so far, I can barely hold my eyes open. Not a good idea. Stay awake Kenny.
The moment the door opens Flame stomps in the room with another man and the skanky bimbo herself. Jazz must really think highly of that snatch of hers the way she walks into the room with her nose in the air. This bitch needs another ass kicking. That’s okay bitch. Karma always has a way of finding you. What goes around comes around. She’ll get hers. Eventually.
"Jazzy girl I’m givin you two minutes with her to have your fun. After that get your ass back out there to do your job taking care of my men." I see Flame’s hand slap Jazz on the ass before squeezing it as she saunters past him giggling. As she gets closer, I notice her eyes are dilated. She’s fucking high as a kite. On what I’m not sure. If it were weed, I would be able to smell it but nope it’s not that
“Okay Flame I can’t wait to have your dick in me again as well. You have the best one out of all your men.” I want to puke as she runs her finger down the center of her body, over the scrap of clothing that is supposed to be considered a skirt. The bush she exposes should belong back in the eighties. Did she not know what a razor was or was she just too high to care? I mean hello it’s called bush maintenance for a reason. It’s like the little teacup song. Here is a razor, here’s the cream. Put me on and trim me right.
“Just get to it.” Flame orders her never taking his eyes off me. The other men in the room spread out doing the same.
"Flame, baby, can you lift her up in the air?" Jazz turns towards Flame and bats her eyes at him. Does she think that will work on the sleaze ball. She’s must be as crazy as he is.
"No, you got one-minute left bitch; hurry the fuck up." Evidently, Flame isn’t all as impressed with Jazz as she thinks he is.
"Fine." Jazz huffs out a breath as she moves in front of me. As I watch her, I feel no fear for this bitch. I hope she rots in the seventh level of hell.
"You know you took him from me! He was supposed to be mine and you just had to waltz in and spread your legs for him. I will have him back now that you’re out of the picture, you stupid bitch. Enjoy your new life. I’ll make sure Horse is well cared for, as well as that big cock of his," Jazz states spitting in my face as she speaks.
What the fuck? So gross. I’m going to need a hazard team to wash the germs of her off me. I don’t move or flinch when she brings her hand against my bruised cheek. Fucking hell is there a sign on my forehead saying it’s free to slap? Seems everyone has an obsession with bruising my face up. Giving the other side of my face the same abuse as the other one, she turns away from me to move back to Flame.
"Baby can I stay to watch you play with this whore. I could even help you. You know, help make her do everything you want her to do. Maybe we can force her to eat my pussy while you watch. I bet you would like to watch some girl on girl action." She rubs her hands up his chest moving down the front of his pants trying to open them.
Flame didn’t give her a chance to get far before he slits her throat a knife, he had been holding in his hand the entire time. "Stupid cunts get what they deserve. Especially the ones that aren’t fucking loyal." He wipes the knife clean on her lifeless body as she drops to the floor. Flame looks at the two goons he left to watch over me ordering them to leave the room. Turning his sights back on me he gives me a sadistic smile. “Now it’s time for you and I to have some fun. Lift her ass up.”
The other man who had come in behind I realize as he comes closer, is the man that helped Flame try to take me back then.
Oh, shit I’m so fucking screwed.
I watch until Mountain Man moves out of my sight before switching my gaze back to Flame as he stands in front of me. At the pull of my wrist I know this is gonna hurt like a bitch. My wrists are already fucked. Once I’m ascended hanging off the floor just enough that Flame is eye level with my chest, I close my eyes fearing what’s about to happen. The feel of him taking his knife to my shirt makes me snap my eyes open in horror. I keep my eyes on his knife as he strokes it against my stomach scraping along my skin. I swallow back the bile that rises at the thought of this being the same knife I witnessed him using to kill a woman with not even minutes before. My bra is the next thing to go before he pulls it away.
Flame gives another nod to the man that’s still behind me. At the feel of him moving to stand against my back, I feel his hands surround me going to the buttons of my jeans. Once undone he jerks them down sending a sharp, blinding pain down my legs. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from giving them the satisfaction of screaming. I’m lucky he left my panties in place. At least for the time being.
Mountain Man stays against my back as Flame runs his hands over my front. I close my eyes to block out what they’re doing. I hope I get out of here alive.
“You are so fucking pretty. Prettier than I even remember. I have dreamt about this moment for years. I can’t wait to sink into that cunt. I bet its fucking tight like I imagine,” Leaning forward and bending Flame places his face right in the V of my legs inhaling my scent through the fabric. God, I wish I could get the hell out of here. “Yeah bitch you smell even better than I excepted. We’re gonna have some fun while I use you for breeding.”
A loud commotion coming from the somewhere in the warehouse draws the attention of both men in the room.
"What the fuck is that? Go see what the hell is going on!" Flame orders as he pulls his knife back out. "Don’t even make a sound. You do, I’ll slice your throat faster than you can say my name. And I want to hear
it come out of your mouth when I fuck you first you got me.”
I whimper as he draws the knife along my cheek slicing it. “I’ll be back, and we’ll continue our little party then. So, not a fucking sound out of you until I get back." He orders me before storming out of the room and leaving me hanging here.
The pain is agonizing. As much as I want to stay awake, I let darkness blissfully take over.
21
Horse
Fuckin’ hell I hate having to leave Kenny this morning. If I didn’t have church to get to, my ass would still be in bed with my woman. Especially after last night.
Fuck. Last night had been phenomenal, the way she lit up. I swear you could feel the air sizzle the more I pushed her further to her limit. Just thinking how her body responded brings my dick to attention. At my order for her to strip her eyes sparked as her nipples hardened beneath the shirt she wore. The sight of her pussy glistening between her legs beckoning to me as I spanked her ass red was bewitching. I almost blew my load like some damn teenager at the sounds she made with each spank.
I wanted to take her ass last night, but I knew she wasn’t ready just yet. Soon she will be though. With a little more ass play, I’ll have her ready to take my dick.
As I pull into the club, I shake my head needing to get in the game. With the run tomorrow, I want to talk to Twister before we head in for church. Parking my bike, I climb off and head for his office. I wait for him to call out when I knock on the door. When he calls out, I open the door to find him sitting there getting his dick sucked by one of the new club whores. Fucking hell not what I want to see.
"Damn man, could’ve told me to come back or some shit I don’t need to see your dick. You about done in here or should I come back?" I give him a knowing smirk as I take in the new bitch. She’s a small thing with a set of tits and big ass on her. She’s the type of bitch I would have used to get off with. Now though she doesn’t do a damn thing for me. The only time my dick’s hard is if I’m either with or thinking of my woman.