Lilith: Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club (4 page)

“Did
that bitch murder her fucking parents before we picked her up last night?”
Butch says, staring at the TV in disbelief.

A
gnawing feeling eats away at my gut. “She
fuckin
’
reeked of gas when I got her out of the van,” I say.

“The
bitch torched her parents,” he says. “We dodged that bullet thanks to you.”

“Yeah.”
I take another hit off my joint, unease creeping into my bones.

What
are the odds that crazy bitch made it through the night in the desert? Got
back
to civilization on foot? No. No
fuckin
’ way she’s
still alive.

But
I’m
hatin
’ myself for not
blastin
’
a bullet through her brain to know for sure.

FOUR

I’m so
fuckin
’
glad I blindfolded that crazy bitch, Lilith, before leaving the basement and
dumpin
’ her ass in the desert. Even if she was picked up
on
the highway in the middle of the night—no
fuckin
’
chance—she won’t have a clue where she’s been.

Taking the stairs down to the
basement, I rub my cock through my jeans. I can still feel Lilith sucking my
dick—a phantom mouth wrapped right around it. There’s
somethin
’
about that bitch that will haunt my ass forever.

I push through the basement
door
to find Randy on top of our girl in the sixty-nine position. Her hands and
feet
are cuffed to the bed and she’s gagging on his cock and crying,
beggin
’ him to stop pounding her in the
mouth.

“Fuck!” I dart over to him and
pull him off of her. “There’s a
fuckin
’ method to
this and what you’re doing to her—that
ain’t
fuckin
’ it.”

He sits on the side of the bed
licking his lips while she bawls her
fuckin
’
brains
out. “You’re too much of a pussy for this,” he says. “We don’t have time to
fuck around with this bitch.”

I
fold
my arms, so I don’t knock his ass out. “You keep this up, she’ll crawl so
fuckin
’ far into herself; she won’t be worth shit.”

“She has to learn to take it,”
he
says, then turns to her and grabs her face. “Shut the fuck up! I can’t hear
myself
fuckin
’ think, bitch!”

“There’s a reason they’re
trained
before they’re sold, dumb fuck,” I say, reclaiming his attention. “They’re
supposed to like being fucked when we hand them over. You think the cartel
only
wants to deliver a hole to stick a cock in? They can kidnap women off the
street all
fuckin
’ day for that and not pay us a
damn
dime. They want women who know what they’re
doin
’
.”

“That’s why I’m
teachin
’ her how to take my cock down her throat and not
puke,” he says.

“And your way might work on
some
bitches,” I gesture to the one sobbing on the bed, “but not this one. You
have
to know who you’re
workin
’ with.”

“Well aren’t you Mr.
Fuckin
’ Sensitive,” he says, standing up and throwing
his
arm out, gesturing for me to take over.

I sit beside her and stroke
her
hair back from her face. Her cheeks and neck are covered in spit and bile.
She
must not have eaten anything this morning. Thank fuck for that. I grab Randy
’s
t-shirt off the floor and wipe her face. “Listen to me,” I tell her. “That
shouldn’t have happened. I won’t leave you alone with him again.”

She blinks up at me, her eyes
puffy and bloodshot. “Give me the key,” I call to Randy. He’s pulling on his
jeans and reaches into the pocket, pulling out the cuff key. I catch it in
midair and unlock her wrists and ankles. “I’m gonna get you some water,” I
say,
covering her with a dirty, stained sheet.

A chipped mug sits on the side
of
a stationary tub on the sidewall. I fill it with cold water and head back to
her, stopping beside Randy. “Don’t touch her again or I’ll cut your goddamn
dick off.”

“Fuck off,” he says. “You do
what
Butch says.”

“I’ll train you, but not with
her.”

“Then with who?”

“Me.” I say, meeting his eyes
so
he knows I’m serious. “As soon as I calm her down, we’ll get started.”

“What do you
fuckin
’
mean, ‘you’?”

Ignoring his question, I take
the
mug of water to the bed and help the bitch sit up. “Drink this. Get
hydrated.”

“Who are you selling me to?”
she
asks, more tears trickling down her cheeks.

“A cartel boss in Mexico. I
don’t
know anything about him.”

“Will he abuse me?” she
asks.

“Physically? I don’t know.
Sexually? In every way possible. It’s my job to make sure you can handle
it.”

She closes her eyes and bends
her
knees, resting her forehead on them. Her shoulders shake as she sobs. “Let
me
go,” she begs. “My family has to be looking for me. Don’t do this.
Please.”

I stand and let her be. It
takes
a few days before acceptance sinks in.

“Don’t do this!” she screams
at
my back. “Let me go!”

Ignoring her, I walk over to
the
middle of the room and point to Randy. “Take your clothes off and stand
against
the wall.”

“What?” he says, blinking at
me.
“No
fuckin
’ way.”

 “You want to know how to
train a bitch, you have to be the bitch. Get over there.”

It’s how I was trained, and it
’s
how he’ll be trained. I got tag-teamed by a man and a woman, but the man
made
me understand better what I needed to do to get a person to submit to me.
Maybe
it was a straight male breaking a straight male that did it—made me totally
vulnerable and out of my comfort zone. I’m about to find out if it works for
Randy.

He hesitates for a minute, and
then slowly makes his way over to the wall. “First,” I say, “I want to make
it
clear that I fucking love pussy. I love how it feels. I love how it tastes.
I
love how it smells. I love sticking my face in a hot, wet cunt. This between
us
is business. For you to do this right, you need to be stripped bare, busted
and
broken.”

He smirks. “You think you can
do
that to me?”

“I know I can. Take your
fuckin
’ clothes off, bitch.”

Doubt flashes across his face,
but being the arrogant fucker he is, he sheds his clothes and kicks them
toward
me. Standing there naked, he takes it one step further and cuffs himself to
the
wall. He doesn’t think I can tear his
fuckin
’
psyche
up. Fucker’s wrong.

I glance over to the bitch on
the
bed. She’s frozen stiff, watching. I crook my finger at her. “Come over
here.”

She hiccups and swallows hard,
but doesn’t move.

“Get the fuck over here
now
,”
I say. “You make me wait, you’ll regret it.”

She hustles over, stumbling
once
before standing in front of me. I reach up and thumb her nipple, looking her
in
the eye, wordlessly willing her to relax and trust me. “Get him hard,” I
say.

She turns her head to look at
Randy, who’s got a shit-eating grin on his face like he’s beat her in this
game
of master and slave. “How?” she whispers.

“Any way you want.”

Bitch hesitates. I turn her
toward him and slap her ass hard. “Move.” She slides her bare feet across
the
floor, slowly making her way over to him.

The first thing she does is
tear
out the elastic band holding his hair back. It falls around his face,
brushing
his shoulders. Why the fuck would she do that? Bitches never cease to amaze
me.
She runs her fingers over his the scruffy beard on his jaw, and traces his
lips. His brow furrows watching her. “What the fuck are you
doin
’?”
he asks her.

I ease my jeans down and wrap
my
hand around my cock, preparing myself while she prepares him.

She doesn’t answer him.
Instead,
she runs her hands down over his neck and across his shoulders; over his
chest
and down to his abs. It’s like watching a little girl pet a shark. With her
curiosity piqued, she looks down and rubs her palm over his cock. He’s
semi-hard already. “Lick your hand,” he tells her. “So it feels like a wet
pussy
slidin
’ up and down my cock.”

She brings her palm to her
mouth
and looks him straight in the eye as her tongue licks from her wrist to her
fingertips. He inhales. His cock twitches. She takes it in her grip and
starts
to stroke one-handed. With her other, she rubs and squeezes his nipples. I’m
rock
fuckin
’ hard watching her. It’s like she’s
with
a lover, not the stranger who was
gaggin
’ her with
his dick when I walked in the room. Must be the only way she knows. Not a
mean
streak in this bitch’s body.

Randy’s stiff and enjoying
himself too much. “Stop,” I say, walking over to them with my hard cock
pressed
against my stomach. “Back to the bed,” I tell her.

He rolls his eyes up to the
ceiling as she walks away. “You didn’t deserve that shit after
shovin
’ your cock down her throat,” I tell
him.

He laughs. “Guess she liked
it.”

I rear back and smack his cock
with the back of my hand. He cries out and strains against his cuffs.
“Motherfucker, you will pay,” he shouts.

I do it again. “What’s the
matter? You can dish it out, but not take it?”

“Fuck,” he says, gritting his
teeth.

“Spread your legs.” I crouch
down
and shove his feet apart. “Don’t
fuckin
’ move, or
you’ll get burned.” I take my lighter out of the pocket in my cut and flick
it,
sparking a flame to life under his balls.

“Oh fuck!” he yells. “Don’t!
Luc!
Don’t!”

His legs shake. I grab his
cock
and jerk it up and down. His mouth contorts, and he whimpers. “What’s wrong,
Pretty Randy?” I ask. “You don’t like me
whackin
’
you
off with a flame under your nut sac?”

I kill the flame and let him
go,
standing up. “On your knees,” I say, stroking my cock. “Let’s see how you
like
your method of training.”

I shove him to the floor and
push
his forehead back until his head’s pressed against the cement block wall.
Straddling his knees, I smack him in the face with my dick. “Open your
mouth.”

He doesn’t, so I ram his head
back into the wall. Then he does.

Holding his hair, I shove my
cock
in his mouth and guide him onto me, making him take me deeper, down his
throat
until he gags, sputtering air through his nose. “What’s the matter, Pretty
Randy? You don’t like me
jammin
’ my cock down your
throat?” I pump a few more times before stepping back. “You suck at
givin
’ head. How the fuck do you think you can teach
that
bitch to do it?” I throw a hand out toward the bitch balled up on the bed
with
her eyes squeezed shut. “Stand up,” I tell him, and yank him to his feet by
his
hair.

Motherfucker’s gonna to see
how
he gets off with my hand
strokin
’ his cock. He
knows
me. He put himself in this position. His cock will respond to me, and the
fucker will come undone because of it, thinking he’s gay for me.

I stand behind him with my arm
bent around his neck holding him in place while I reach around and take his
cock in my hand. He inhales furiously through his nose, snot rattling with
each
breath as I stroke. “So
fuckin
’ hard,” I say.
“Your
cock wants me, Pretty Randy.” He struggles to get free, and I jerk him back
by
his neck. “Give in,” I whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna come so
fuckin
’ hard, you’ll want me jerkin’ you off all the
time.”

There’s only one thing I know
as
well as getting a pussy to squirt juice everywhere and it’s getting a cock
to
shoot off a load. I keep my arm bent tight around his neck. He grabs my arm
with both hands, gasping for air, trying to pull me away, so he can breathe.
I
stroke him fast, rubbing my thumb over his piss hole. When a drip of come
slicks my thumb, I know he’s about ready to blow. “
Fuckin
’
come for me, bitch,” I say, growling the words in his ear. “Blow your load
all
over the
fuckin
’ floor.”

He grits his teeth and stifles
a sob
as his cock pulses. I squeeze his base, holding it back for a second,
letting
it build up good. Then I let go, and he releases, his
fuckin
’
legs shaking and
cryin
’ like a
fuckin
’
baby.

I let go of him, and he drops
to
his knees, bawling. “You
fuckin
’ get it now?” I
ask.
“Bitch has to be trained right or you ruin her.”

I leave him cuffed and sobbing
on
the floor and walk over to the bitch on the bed. “You did good, babe. You
ever
sucked a cock?”

She nods.

“Your boyfriend?” I
ask.

She nods again.

“He come in your mouth?”

“No,” she whispers.

I take her by the arm and pull
her to the side of the bed. “Sit and do what I tell you.” I lift her chin
and
make her look at me. “No teeth. You make me bleed, I’ll make you bleed.”

I straddle her legs. “Use your
tongue. Taste my cock. Make it wet.”

She’s timid about it, probing
my
head with the tip of her tongue. “More,” I say, lifting my cock and guiding
her
head down. “From my balls to the top, all the way around.”