Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2)

by B. B. Blaque

  Bish walked out the door, and we set in to wait with our dicks in our hands until shit unraveled. I took a deep breath and realized that with so many years of waitin’, it was a drop in the fuckin’ bucket. The part that coulda killed me outta the gate was puttin’ my faith in the auction. It was still happenin’ and she’d be up for grabs.

  God, you remember my prayer? I really don’t care if I die. Get her outta this shit show.

  15

  Like a Virgin

  The whole ride over, I just kept repeating my prayers for Crucifix and tried to accept my fate. The guard was driving and didn’t say anything. I was grateful. I had to keep my mind where it needed to be for once. On his needs and off of my own. We drove for hours and, behind the blindfold, I was only sure of one thing—I wasn’t going to die in Brooklyn. When we finally stopped and got out of the car, I noticed how quiet it was. We’re far away from the City—any city.

  “Okay, sister . . . I gotta take you to your new room. You might like it better, but it’s a shame you won’t get to see it until later.”

  His hands pushed on my shoulders as he prodded me up a few cobblestone steps. I could hear hurried feet but no voices as I was guided into a room with a smooth floor.

  Just be with him, God. Save his soul.

  We seemed to walk forever, went up in an elevator, and down one of many long hallways. Finally, we stopped.

  “You can get comfortable in here. It’s gonna be awhile.” The guard tied my arm to the post on a bed and didn’t say anything else before walking out.

  There were sounds outside the door—other doors opening and closing, people in conversation walking by. I heard horns honking downstairs and imagined a wave of priests coming in to watch me disgraced and then killed like a sacrifice. I’m not a worthy sacrifice. Only the pure are valuable enough to be sacrificed.

  It must have been hours before I heard my door open, close again, and locks falling into place. This is it!

  As the footsteps neared the bed, I smelled the smoke on his clothes and knew it must be the guard coming to take me to my humiliation. Heavy weight was lowered onto the bed and the guard started to speak quietly.

  “Ya know, sister . . . those men are hungry for your fresh meat tonight.” A large hand landed on my thigh, pushing under my gown. “They aren’t the only ones. I mean . . . fuckin’ you is outta the question, but there are so many other things that can be done.”

  He lifted up my habit and I was exposed completely. I could practically feel his lecherous eyes inspecting every inch of me and was already feeling dirty. A calloused finger traced down my body and pinched at a nipple.

  Ouch! Only Crucifix is allowed to do that.

  “What do ya know . . . my fingers are the first to touch that holy little cunt.” The tips of his fingers slid up and down my lips and spread them open. I felt so violated. It was my own fault and I swore to go to my death with a calm heart for Crucifix. Death would be easier than what that piece of shit was doing to me. The worst would be if my body responded to his touch.

  No, please. No lustful thoughts.

  “You shave that pretty slit. Shame on you, sister. Were you getting ready for someone?” He was tormenting me by going slow and barely touching my clit when he ran his fingers up. His breathing was loud and he sounded like an animal ready to devour me. “This hole has never even had a cock touch it . . . or in it. As hot as you are, it was a damn waste to become a nun.”

  His finger was stroking shallowly inside my pussy and circling around. I’m not responding. All of my impure thoughts were gone. He’s not Crucifix.

  The weight shifted from the bed and my legs were roughly pulled apart. Then, there was a mouth on me and his tongue was exploring everywhere. I felt his saliva on my thigh and going down between my ass cheeks.

  Stop.

  Take your punishment.

  “Mmm . . . mmm . . . mmm! Sweet virgin snatch. I bet you’re tight as fuck in there.” He shoved his tongue inside of me and thrust in and out like he was fucking me. I tried not to make a sound. I deserve to be tormented in Hell by my biggest sin—lust. I’m in Purgatory on my way to Hell.

  “I bet your fine pussy would wrap my cock tighter than a condom . . . it’d almost be worth the beatin’ I’d take for ruinin’ the merchandise.”

  I’m already ruined.

  He stood up and was quickly at my head. I heard a zipper being lowered and cringed with every fiber of my being. Then he grabbed my free hand and forced my fingers closed around his hard cock. He reached down and kept probing between my thighs.

  “If I can’t be first in, at least I’ll be first with everything else . . . feel what a man feels like, baby . . . your first touch of a cock.” His hand moved mine up and down on it and brought it over to cup his balls.

  I deserve this. Don’t squeeze. You’ll only die faster, you selfish, lustful bitch!

  “You’ve missed so much life livin’ in that convent . . . believe me when I tell ya. I woulda fucked you harder than you can even imagine.”

  All I could think of was Crucifix and how he fucked me. No man could ever compare and my confession and penance were for him alone.

  Stroke. Stroke. Up. Down.

  “That’s it, ya nasty little whore . . . jerk my dick . . . I love havin’ that virgin hand on my shaft. No matter how many cocks they make you take, you’ll always remember your first.”

  Yes and your stinky ass isn’t him.

  My hand was stilled. He stepped back and started running the head of his cock around my lips and pressing in the middle. I wouldn’t open even though I knew that’s what he wanted.

  “Come on, baby . . . get your first taste of the big D. I’m sure whoever buys you is gonna want more than that. I’m doin’ you a favor.”

  He pushed on my lips and squeezed both cheeks to open my mouth. Then he was stroking himself on my tongue. “Damn! Your soft tongue almost feels like a pussy. Can you taste the sex . . . smell it? You want it. All women want it. They just have to be shown what they fuckin’ want.”

  His hand was rubbing between my legs again.

  “Poor little virgin pussy doesn’t even know how it feels to be wet . . . don’t worry, I’ll get ya wet.” He jerked me around on the bed and held my legs up with one hand. “You’re gonna make me come . . . I’ll be the first for that too. This is one from the bucket list, for fuck sure! Check it off!”

  That’s when I felt his cock touch my pussy. He was done with his hands. The head was sliding into all my folds and every so often he’d barely penetrate my hole. His breathing was getting faster and I could hear a rustling noise. I knew he was jerking off while he defiled me.

  You’re long past defiled and you know it.

  “God damn! I wish I could just slam into that tight snatch! I’ve wanted to fuck you for days and those rich assholes and priests are gonna get you.” He started to rock himself hard on my pussy and every time he penetrated me, it was a little deeper. “I’m gonna drench that slit in cum, but you’ll still be holy or whatever.”

  He didn’t say anything else and I lay there silently crying and prayed for Crucifix. I was just grateful the ogre didn’t push all the way in and feel I wasn’t a virgin. Thank you, Jesus, for not letting him say anything about the lash marks. I hoped he’d come soon and leave me alone again. The guard’s breathing was louder and getting faster in rhythm with his movements. Then he climbed over me and leaned into my face.

  “You know they’re gonna make you a whore after they wreck that hole. You’ll make them priests so much fuckin’ money.” He shoved his cock into my mouth and started to thrust so hard I thought he’d break my neck. “Deep throat that dick, you frigid bitch! You dream about this all the time I’m sure . . . you can’t tell me one of them priests hasn’t come in and fucked you in your sleep. Did you pretend to be asleep and let them use that body to get off with? Don’t lie. There’s no way they didn’t want this snatch. Lookin’ at all those pretty marks on your body, I’d say someone wanted you b
ad.”

  Crucifix wasn’t a priest. I didn’t pretend to be asleep.

  I wanted every second of it.

  That’s why I’m going to die.

  “Now, be a good girl and get ready to swallow. I can’t let them know I’ve been warmin’ you up for ‘em, now can I?” He sat back and pulled me up so my head was just in front of his cock. Then his thrusts started and he fucked my face.

  No, it’s not like Crucifix. Nothing like my Gio.

  The first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. His grip tightened on my hair and I did my best to swallow as I felt his cock throb in my mouth. He was growling and grunting as he came and I couldn’t escape it.

  When he climbed off of me, I lay there in tears and tried to imagine him away.

  “Fuck, bitch! I wish I could be the one!” His voice was further away. “Be damn happy I didn’t just pop in your hole and take a chance of gettin’ you pregnant. They woulda killed both of us. They’re not playin’ around.”

  He came over and pulled my habit down. The sound of a belt and zipper let me know he was done. Then there was a knock at the door. I heard his footsteps and the door was opened.

  “The Bishop wants to see her in his office.”

  Oh, my God! A bishop is involved?

  I’m surely going to die.

  I didn’t say a word as I walked down the long halls with the lady who’d come to get me. I could still feel his hands on me and wanted nothing more than to shower that vile piece of trash off of me. The lady didn’t speak either, so that was even better. If she’d started talking, I would’ve felt obligated to respond and I didn’t want to.

  When we finally stopped, I heard muffled screaming and the lady knocked on a door. It creaked as it opened. The scent of fresh roses and cigar smoke wafted into the hall.

  “Your Excellency . . . I have the sister you wanted to meet.”

  The sister? Why does he want to meet me?

  The squealing and screaming was louder as soon as the door opened and the lady took my elbow to lead me in toward the sounds. I heard the smacking of skin against skin and knew someone was getting fucked brutally. I could practically smell the sex and sweat—olfactory reminders of all my sins with Crucifix. The girl was crying out and the man’s thrusts were hard against her body.

  What was that swoosh? A cane?

  “Do you want to come? I don’t think you deserve it. Do you?”

  I almost answered, but then the girl said no through gritted teeth.

  “I think you need to return to your room and think about it. Think about how I’m going to hurt you later. It’ll be deliciously painful, I assure you. Now, you’re going to kneel to use that mouth. Don’t forget to kiss the ring, slut. Say the rosary, five Hail Marys, and ten Our Fathers”

  The Bishop didn’t care that I knew he was having sex with some girl, much less in front of an audience of at least two. Brazen. There was fast movement and stifled sound as he did what I assumed was fucking her face. A few moments later, the noise stopped and I heard what I thought sounded like a body being pushed to the floor. The girl?

  “Lieutenant Colonel Cooke, would you do me the pleasure of returning SNAFU to her room?”

  The military too?

  Please, God . . . allow me one selfish prayer. Please make it quick.

  I heard the women scurrying away and a hissing sound followed by the scent of a newly lit cigar filled the air. Father Lombardi?

  “Welcome to Rosethorne, Sister Fiona. You are a very special guest here tonight. Unique, you might say.” He walked slowly and leaned over my shoulder into an ear. Then, he whispered, “You are the oldest virgin we have in attendance. That pussy should be quite valuable indeed. How did such an incredible flower make it so far in life without being . . . plucked?”

  I tried to move away from him, but he was large and imposing. It was like I was stuck to the floor. All I could answer came in a whisper. “Faith and devotion, your Excellency.”

  He stepped back and a barely audible chuckle came from behind me. Then he was in front of me and back in my ear. “Well, sister . . . if you are indeed a virgin . . . verified by my physician . . . then you will make me a large sum of money tonight. All I’ll ask of your buyer is to be the second to be inside your freshly picked petals. After all, I did give him the honor of making his purchase at my estate.”

  I was shaking more than I had during the entire time the guard was abusing me, and the scent of the roses was starting to work its way into my brain with his words. I thought I might be sick.

  All I am is a rare flower in his garden.

  “You can go now, sister. Lieutenant Colonel Cooke will be back to escort you to the waiting room.” I heard the sound of a wheeled chair being moved and sat in and then his voice again. “Just think, I might find you a worthy asset for my personal collection. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, sister?”

  I was grateful to hear the door open and the woman’s voice.

  “Just think, sister. No answer required. I’ll see you soon enough.”

  Those words rang in my head as I followed the woman to a new place—the waiting room. I’d be thinking and waiting for the man I just met. The Bishop who might kill me.

  Make it quick, God.

  16

  The Longest Day of My Life

  It’d been hours and I was goin’ fuckin’ crazy waitin’ to find out what was gonna happen. The Bishop said three hours, and he didn’t seem like a man who’d be late for anything.

  “Hey, yank . . . ya gonna make it? Ya know I got your six. Bish ain’t gonna do ya wrong. He’s on our side and I’d stake my life on that.”

  I tried to hold my shit and threw FOCUS a half smile. “Yeah, bro’ . . . I’ll be alright. Your guy’s gonna be ready to rock-n-roll soon. I’ll start to go off if he’s late. What the fuck could be takin’ so long?”

  “It hasn’t even been three hours yet. The Bishop guy said the auction would be goin’ off in three . . . after hearin’ FOCUS’ stories all these years and then talkin’ to Blitz, I got a good feelin’ he’s shootin’ straight.” Casket walked over to the wet bar and nudged me on the way. “I still can’t believe you dragged us all the way up here for that bad fuckin’ habit. Only your crazy ass would fall in love with a nun.”

  Gingersnap was more than a nun—she was my nun. I’d done and would do a lot of fucked-up shit, but I took responsibility for her the moment I punched my cock through that cherry. I took on the job of her protector from the moment I saw that pretty red hair and those freckles. She wasn’t just a nun—not by a long shot.

  As I was sittin’ there with a bouncin’ leg and knuckles that’d been cracked fifty too many times, the door opened and in walked Bish.

  “Hope you’ve been comfortable, gentlemen. I’m sorry about the delay, but it couldn’t be avoided. The auction is still going off as planned and on time. I’ve arranged for a few of my closest friends to purchase each of the nuns just for show” He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. “The examination is still a go. It can’t be helped, or people would find it very suspect. On a positive note, the procedure is aboveboard and will save her from needing another any time soon. It’s not optimal to do it publicly, but it is necessary.”

  I shook my head and glanced at the floor before lookin’ at my brothers. “Where is she now? Is she right down the hall in that room? I could go get her and take her back to the City and no one would know.”

  I’d been thinkin’ about all the possibilities and it was one of many. The glaring truth was—if it was too easy, she could jet and go to another diocese where I’d never find her. The Bishop wouldn’t find out who’d ratted to the priests about the auction. Most importantly, I wouldn’t get to rip their throats out for what they’d done to Fi and me.

  “You could do that. I think you’d find it wise not to, but you already know that, don’t you?” The Bishop was slowly walking to the door. He’d read me right or he woulda been tryin’ to convince me.


  “Yeah . . . I do. It’s the best thing for all involved. Well, except them cocksuckin’ religious pricks. For them . . . it’s gonna be hell on earth. They won’t be able to pray their way outta what I’m gonna do to them.”

  I fingered the knife on my vest and tapped at the pocket with the flask. Sister Fiona was almost ready for deprogramming and I wouldn’t stop until she was just Gingersnap.

  Fuckin’ Father Sean Foley and that cunt Sister Antoinette were gettin’ ready to be first in line for Hell.

  17

  Red Sharks

  I spent much less time in the waiting room than I had in the other room. Even though I was still blindfolded, my hand was no longer tied. The guard isn’t here either. They didn’t give me a chance to shower or bathe before the same woman came to get me.

  “Are you ready, honey? It’s just about showtime and we can’t keep those men waiting.” She sounded nice enough and like she was from Texas or the south somewhere. Under different circumstances—like if it wasn’t possible that she’d be the one to pull the trigger—we might’ve gotten along.

  “How could I ever be ready for this? I feel like I’m going to be executed.”

  She grabbed my elbow and let go a sweet laugh. “Oh, honey. Don’t worry. It only hurts the first time, and then it’s a cakewalk. You might even find you’ll learn to enjoy it. Maybe not with his Excellency, he’s an acquired taste and a little extreme with his desires. Let me put it to you this way . . . he has a very interesting palate when it comes to sex. He’d probably eat a sweet lil’ thing like you alive for dessert.”

  Her words were only making it worse. If I wanted extreme, I should’ve done what Crucifix said and come to him for good. Some bishop wasn’t going to be intense enough to replace him or fuck him out of my heart.

  You’re going to die, stupid. Remember? It’ll all be over soon.