Angel

ANGEL

Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club #3

Kelli Maine

No more fuckin’ around.

I’m revving my bike like a fuckin’ madman into a pitch-black night away from the LLMC, away from my own fuckin’ brothers, away from a fuckin’ Mexican cartel that would put two holes in the back of my fuckin’ head if they saw the crazy bitch sitting behind me.

It’s all gone to shit.

My heart’s pumping like I’m on fuckin’ steroids, and my head is thumping harder than the engine between my legs. I feel like howlin’ at the fuckin’ moon.

I’m angry at Randy for putting the whole club at risk just to fuck me over. I’m angry at Butch for givin’ me a week to train a bitch - when I should have had months - then giving me shit when it goes to hell. I’m angry with myself for getting soft. For not killin’ Lilith when I had the chance, and for screwing around so long with Angel’s sweet fuckin’ pussy when I had a job to do. It’s boiling inside of me like a fuckin’ volcano, and I’m just about ready to let it all out.

The bitch’s fingers dig deep into my ribs, and I realize I’m doing over a hundred. It must be Amber; Lilith’s too fucking crazy to get scared of a fast ride. I push the bike harder and speed up.

No more fuckin’ around.

The last thing I want or need is to be strapped with this crazy bitch, but I couldn’t bring myself to kill her - and I’m sure as hell not going to let LLMC do it for me. She’s a psycho, that much I know. Split down the fuckin’ middle. Two people. Lilith and Amber. One a satanic pyromaniac that set her house on fire with her parents inside. The other just a docile little bitch getting carried along for the ride.

She could be useful though. Amber knows how to fuck. I still get hard just thinking about her wet mouth around my cock, out there in the desert where I should’ve killed her. And Lilith; well she can take a beating - and she can give one too. If I can train the bitch, then maybe she can train others for me to sell. Maybe get her in to the LLMC, get Butch to give her a cut. It would be a lot fuckin’ easier if it wasn’t just me training, and Pretty Randy couldn’t train a fuckin’ dog to lick its balls. I’m the only guy insane enough to keep this bitch, anyway.

Got to break her first, though. Teach her who’s the boss. She’s psycho. Tough. Unafraid.

Then again, so am I.

It’s the middle of the fuckin’ night when we reach the abandoned warehouse in Ocotillo, on the outskirts of San Diego. It’s a shitty little one-stop town with only about ten poor bastards livin’ there, and no fuckin’ reason to stay. Perfect for holing up with a bitch that’s been all over the fuckin’ news for burnin’ down her own fuckin’ parents’ home. Me; I’d rather be in the city, or anywhere with a shitty bar. Somewhere I can get hammered and get in a fight with someone I ain’t met before.

“Get off,” I say, after I roll the bike up to the big entrance. “Open the fuckin’ doors.” She hesitates, but I’m in no mood to fuck around, and she can hear it my voice. She opens the door, and I ride the bike inside.

The place is a shitheap. Used to be a factory, but apart from some dusty old fuckin’ machines the only thing it’s good for now is pissin’ in and graffiti. I kick out some rags from the pile of rope and poles in the corner. “Get some fuckin’ sleep. You’re getting trained tomorrow.’

The bitch just stands there in her tiny-ass jean shorts and tight t-shirt, lookin’ at me.

“You hear me?”

Then the bitch makes a big mistake. She smiles and says, “What makes you think you can train me?”

It’s Lilith. I’m not in the mood for her shit, though. I step right up to her, grab her by the fucking jaw and slam her up against the wall. “Who the fuck you think you are, bitch?”

“I see you. I know you.
I am you.”

The bitch is still smiling, licking her lips as she says the words like they’re fuckin’ delicious. I slam her head against the wall and bring my face real fuckin’ close. Forcing her to look into my fuckin’ eyes and see what she’s messin’ with. So she can feel the fuckin’ steel in my voice.

“You don’t know shit about me, bitch. I’m the worst thing that ever happened to you. The biggest fuckin’ evil you ever came across. I will break you, and take the pieces for myself. I am Lucifer. And you
will
worship me.”

I’m so fuckin’ close to her that I can feel her tight body squirming between me and the wall. She grabs my fuckin’ cock through my jeans. She’s panting hard, desperate for me. I know I should just walk the fuck away. Let the bitch steam up and beg for it. Any other bitch and I would, but Lilith ain’t any other kind of bitch.

I pull her by the hair, spin her round, and slam her up against the dirty warehouse wall. I push up against her back and bring my mouth right up to her fuckin’ ear.

“I am Lucifer. And you will worship me.”

She’s panting like crazy, her face pressed up on the fuckin’ wall. I can feel how fuckin’ hot her body’s getting. I reach around and put my hand down into her underwear. I get my hand on her clit and start pinching and rubbing. Her hands reach back to undo my jeans, and then get around my cock. It’s hard as a fuckin’ rock. She pulls it out and lets it push up between her ass cheeks. She starts rubbing it up and down against that tight fuckin’ ass, and I’m so fuckin’ hard I’m strugglin’ not to just push it right up inside her.

I bite her neck. I can smell the fuckin’ pheromones coming off the bitch – she’s in heat. I put my other hand up her tight fuckin’ t shirt and start grabbing hungrily at her tiny tits.

She backs up, stickin’ that sweet fuckin’ ass out and guiding my cock into her pussy. I get inside her, and I can feel her pussy lip squeezing my dick. The bitch is wet, but it still feels nice and tight. She’s got her hands against the wall, pushing back up on me as I thrust inside her, pressing back. It’s like we’re fuckin’ fightin’ each other. My fingers are still around her clit, controllin’ her, and I’ve got a hand on her nipples, pinching and grabbing her roughly – mixing a little pain in with the pleasure of my dick deep inside of her. She’s moaning and smilin’ like the fuckin’ devil, and I speak into her ear again. “Scream for me, bitch.” In between her moans I can hear her giggle. “That all you got?” she says. The bitch thinks she’s a badass.

I pull away, grab her hair, and throw the bitch to the fuckin’ floor. I crouch down beside her. “That’s just me bein’ nice,” I say, real fuckin’ menacing like. If she wants to push me, then the bitch will see just how far I’ll fuckin’ go.

I walk over to the rope and grab it. When I turn around the bitch is right fucking there, that fuckin’ psycho smirk all over face. Her hand swings around towards my face, but I grab it before it connects. “If it’s a fight you want, bitch, you picked the wrong fuckin’ person.” I tie her hands behind her back, and she writhes like a fuckin’ animal. Strugglin’ all the way like she wants to fight me.

I push her down to her knees, and she snarls at me, her tongue thrashing.  I grab the bitch’s head and pull her onto my cock. Her tongue is thrashing, and I can feel her teeth against my skin but her fightin’ and strugglin’ feels so fucking good that I don’t care. I pump her head against my cock, feelin’ her hot mouth. I let her pull her head away and lick the end of cock with that long tongue of hers. The bitch is looking at me all the time, like she’s waitin’ for me to come, and I’m looking right back into those crazy eyes, lettin’ her know I can go just as far as she fuckin’ can.

I let go and step back. This is a fuckin’ confrontation, and I ain’t losin’. I stand there, the bitch still wrigglin’. I pick her up by the arm and throw her down on her front. With her hands tied behind her back her head is on the floor, and her ass is stuck in the air. Nice and fuckin’ vulnerable, just the way I fuckin’ want her. I kneel down behind her and smack her ass a few times - hard enough to make her shout - makin’ it nice and red, ready for the hard fuckin’ shaft I’m about to give her.

I rub my cock up between those ass cheeks once again, but this time I’m goin’ all the fuckin’ way. Her ass is fuckin’ tight, and the bitch moans louder with each inch I stick into her. I put my hand on her pussy, and start finger-fucking her. Her body’s shakin’ with heat. She can barely move in that position, but that doesn’t fuckin’ stop her from clenching her ass against my dick. It’s so fuckin’ tight that I’m about ready to come like fuckin’ crazy, but this is a fuckin’ contest, and I’m makin’ this bitch come first. I want her to come for me. For her master. I know she’s holdin’ out, but with my fingers going deep inside her pussy, my palm pressing up against her clit, I know she’s fuckin’ close too.

“Scream for me, bitch.” She’s already moaning like crazy, her voice getting all high and shit, losing control. I push my cock deep inside of her ass, so deep the bitch can probably feel it in her gut. I lean over; my own body fuckin’ tense from holdin’ back. Once more, I whisper into the bitch’s ear. “Fuckin’ scream.”

The bitch screams loud and fuckin’ high as her body convulses uncontrollably, her back arching up into my chest. Then she screams again, long and sweet as her pussy juices gush over my palm, and her ass clenches on my cock so tightly that the come fuckin’ explodes out of it. I’m coming so fuckin’ hard inside of her that I bite her shoulder, leaving a fat red bruise, and my teeth marks on the bitch’s flesh.

I get up and pull my jeans back on. The bitch rolls over and just fuckin’ lies there curled up, tied up, her body red and glowin’, her eyes closed. She’s purring like a fuckin’ cat, still fuckin’ feelin’ it.

As crazy as the bitch is, she’s got a lot of fuckin’ fight in her. Gonna be tough trainin’ her, but this is a good fuckin’ start.

I’m sittin’ on a crate, leaning back against the wall, sippin’ on a beer I got from an all-night liquor store, and smoking slowly when she wakes up. I don’t know who the fuck I’m gonna get – Lilith or Amber – and I watch for the clues. I’ve been watching her hanging upright, stretched out; the burn marks on her legs, the round bruise that I gave her on her shoulder, the outline of her firm tits underneath her t shirt.

The bitch wakes up and realizes she’s strung up by the wrists. I swung a chain over a high beam and tied her to it, just low enough to spread her legs a few feet apart on the floor.

I see the look of surprise on the bitch’s face and realize straight away that it’s Amber. Shame. I woke up with a hard-on thirty minutes ago and was hoping for round two with the psycho bitch.

“What’s going on?” she says, pulling at the chain. “Where am I?”

“You’re in hell, babe,” I say, smiling as I take a swig. I open my arms out wide. “Welcome!”

The bitch goes still and silent, but I know she wants to cry. She can’t even look me in the eye; she just stares at the fuckin’ floor.

I get up and walk around her, takin’ in every curve of her tat-ridden body. Her head’s still down, and she’s pullin’ away from me like she’s fuckin’ scared. Hard to fuckin’ believe this is the same fightin’, bitin’, and snarlin’ bitch I fucked last night. Training is gonna be a real fuckin’ trip. I’m gonna need a whole new fuckin’ approach for Amber.

“You know what I want, don’t you?” I say. She nods. “Say it.”

“You want me to fuck. To do whatever you say.”

“No,” I say, talkin’ real fuckin’ slow. I take a pull from my cigarette so that when I speak again smoke falls out of my mouth into her face. “I want more than that, Amber. More than your body. The terms have changed. You’re mine now.
Completely.
You won’t do what I say, because I won’t even need to say it. My thoughts will be your actions. My needs will be your desires. I want everything, and you will give it. Body,” I put my hand against her crotch, “and soul.” I raise my hand slowly up against her stomach, grab her t-shirt between her tits and pull her toward me. “Soul of my soul.”

The bitch raises her eyes to mine and looks away quickly. She’s tremblin’ like a fuckin’ nervous wreck. Shit. I gotta be careful not to scare this bitch too much. Amber’s a sweet fuck, but she’s too fuckin’ weak. I gotta toughen her up.

I walk back over to the crate to crack another beer open and stick the piece of rope I cut off in the morning into the waist of my jeans. It’s frayed at the end, almost like a cat o’ nine tails – but it’ll fuckin’ hurt longer.

I lift the bitch’s t-shirt up and tie it up around her head, coverin’ her eyes, and leaving her mouth exposed. Then I pull her shorts down and take them off her legs, so she’s fully naked, and I can see the quivering muscles and goose pimples on her skin.

I hold the ice-cold beer up to the bitch’s face, she opens her mouth slowly, and I pour it so it drips around her lips, onto her body. She shivers, and I trace the cold bottle down her neck, between her tits, down her stomach. I throw it against a wall, and it smashes into pieces with a loud sound. The bitch gasps. I lick the liquid from her neck, her tits. Beer and bitch sweat is a hell of a fuckin’ cocktail. I’m getting hard, but I’m not ready yet.

I start walking around her, real fuckin’ slow, the heavy thud of my biker boots echoes around the empty warehouse. Her head turns from side to side, following the footsteps. I stop behind her, and I can see the bitch’s body stiffen up. I take out the rope and slowly touch the frayed end to the back of her knee. Real fuckin’ gently, so the bitch can just about feel it, I bring the rope up the inside of her thigh, up to her pussy, and back down her other leg. “Who am I?” I whisper.

“Lucifer,” she says. I bring the rope up across her pussy again.

“Who am I?”

“Lucifer,” she says, and I stop moving the brush. She tenses again - hoping for the stroke, scared of the whip - then says, “Soul of my soul.” I move the brush back down her thigh.

“Good.”

The bitch starts breathing deeply, and I can tell she’s likin’ it. “Who are you?” I say. The bitch gulps and stops breathin’. I step back and lash the rope against her ass. “Who the fuck are you?” I step back again and lash her other ass cheek.

“I am yours,” she says, “completely. Body and soul.”

“I need more,” I say.

She’s gasping for words, gasping out of pain, and gasping out of pleasure. “My only desire is to please you.”

I toss the rope and kneel behind her. I bite her ass, stick my hand on her pussy and feel her wetness. “I am your slave. I am your bitch.”

She’s givin’ me the right answers and it’s getting’ me fuckin’ goin’. I lift her pussy onto my face. I wanna smell her, I wanna get inside her, I wanna fuckin’ eat this bitch ‘til she comes on command. “I will know your thoughts and act on them. I will take your punishments.” She’s moaning and shuddering between words. Her toned thighs squeezing me into her. I tease and flick her clit with my tongue. I run my tongue around it in circles and suck it gently like the softest fuckin’ kiss. “I need you, Lucifer. Master. I’m begging you.” I stand up and spin her around. The t-shirt’s still tied around her head. I drop my jeans and pick up her thighs, easing her onto my cock slowly. I stop after I’m in a few inches, making her feel it against her pussy lips, then get in deep. Her hands are still tied above her head, and I lift her legs over my shoulders. She moans and gasps, still trying to speak, but too fuckin’ out of control to get the words out. I smack and pinch her tits.

Her pussy gets real fuckin’ tight, and then she starts coming in waves. I pull the t-shirt away from her face, so she can look me right in the eyes. The bitch fuckin’ keeps comin’ when she sees me workin’ my cock right up inside her. I pull out. I’m so fuckin’ close.

“I want your come,” she says, real fuckin’ desperate. I untie the chains from her wrists, and she drops to the floor. She puts both her hands on my cock and looks up at me like she’s prayin’. She starts workin’ it with her hands. She’s got a firm grip, and her movements are fast, but controlled. She’s doin’ a fuckin’ good job, learnin’ just what I want. One of her hands goes to my balls, and I’m about ready to fuckin’ blow. She opens her mouth, and I come a fuckin’ giant load over her beautiful fuckin’ face. She jerks out the last fluids from my cock, and then licks it from her lips, swallowing it like it’s fuckin’ honey.

I go over to the crate, light a cigarette and toss her a burrito I bought in the morning. “Eat up,” I say, “that’s just the start.”