Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Rae B. Lake

  The woman on my lap moaned deep, and her face crumpled as her eyes squeezed shut and her body shook, her hand shot up to my chest, and she scratched me as she came on another man’s dick.

  “Fucking hell, shit!” I murmured to myself as I let my eyes close. My balls were already starting to ache, and I knew there was no way I would get any satisfaction tonight.

  “No, you fucking don’t!” Ruby screeched as she barreled her way to me once again. She pushed the women away from my lap as she grabbed the base of my cock and dropped her mouth down onto me. The tight warmth had my desperation in overdrive. I pulled frantically at my binds and tried again to move my hips to get deeper into her mouth. She closed her mouth tight around me, and suddenly the intense pleasure I had just been feeling turned into excruciating pain. She clamped her teeth down on my shaft and slowly dragged her mouth upward.

  “Fuck!” I bellowed and tried to swing my hips, this time instead of trying to get deeper, I was trying to get her the hell off. “Get off! Shit! Get the fuck off!” I screamed louder as I watched blood pour from her mouth from the trail her teeth made. My body shook from the shock of the pain, and tears streamed down my face unchecked. The people around me laughed as I cried in agony, none of them even bothering to stop fucking, most actually fucking with more intensity at the sight of my pain. Crazy fucks the lot of them.

  When she finished her torturously slow drag along the length of my cock, she nipped once at the sensitive head before she stood up and grabbed my jaw hard, “You will watch everything. If you close your eyes one more time, I will saw your manhood off with my nail file.” She held my mouth open and spat inside of it before slapping my face. Blood from my nose now mixing with my tears and sweat.

  I sat there watching them fuck, mentally begging them not to touch me, and groaning at the heavy ache growing more and more unbearable as the seconds ticked by. Even with the pain and laceration her teeth made, I was still hard as a rock and desperate.

  “Looks like my guests are tired. What do you say about the wonderful show?” Ruby sang from the back of the room. She was rummaging for something.

  I wanted to curse all of them the fuck out, how could humans treat another human being this way, the soulless nymphomaniac psychos, but I knew it would just make my predicament worse. “Thank you,” I spoke low but clearly.

  “Wonderful! Such a good mutt you are!” Ruby walked back over to me she knelt between my legs and softly tickled my thighs and balls as if I could get any more aroused. “I don’t think you have repented enough, though.” She smiled up at me and grabbed the cut-up shaft of my dick hard.

  “Mrs. Giles, Please. Mercy. Please.” I begged as I feared what she had planned next. I was sure I was about to live out the rest of my life as a eunuch.

  She tsked before she attached a flexible metal ring around my manhood, a then attached another larger metal piece that looked like one half of a curved shaped tube. Inside was studded with small pin-like needles.

  “What is that? Oh god, what is that?” I tried to push back to get away from whatever the contraption was in her hand, but just like before, I couldn’t move.

  “You will never know the feel of a warm pussy again. Thank your president for this punishment.” She attached the front part and used a key to lock all the pieces in place. The small needles stuck into my rock hard dick, and a burning, cutting sensation took hold of my entire body as I screamed in anguish. She called for the guards who picked my naked body up from the chair, the barbaric penile device cutting deeper into my engorged cock with every step I took. I did my best to keep myself still, but no matter which way I moved, pain followed.

  “Wait!” Ruby called out just as I made my way over the threshold of her room. She hurried to stand in front of me. My body bowed forward slightly in an attempt to thwart the pain. She tapped her fingernails on the metal trap, and I groaned in defeat and pain as small drops of blood fell to the ground from the small opening at the tip of the device.

  “This will get unbearable. You will be in pain just from the memories alone you have of other women, yet you will have no release, this will be my torment for you. Just when you can’t take anymore, and you’d be willing to fuck a pig just for the chance to cum one more time, I will take this off and leave you in a room with your little Angel.”

  I gasped and instantly saw red, the pain in my dick secondary to the need to rip her fucking face off. I lunged, but the guards held onto me tightly as she backed up and laughed. “You sick fuck! Never! I’ll never fucking touch her!” I yelled, the words loud and furious. I’d rather them cut my shit off than ever touch that little girl like that. Not Angel.

  Chapter 4

  Weeks turned into months...

  I was slowly beginning to lose hope. Angel was losing her spark, and no matter what I tried, I could tell I was losing her. Every few weeks, we would be carted back onto a boat or stuffed on a plane, and we would go to another location. The Giles had their hands in every fucking pie. They trafficked guns, drugs, people, high-end cars, I even saw them traffic fucking lions. Live god damn lions. That was the most stressful sleep I’d ever had in the bows of the ship, sleeping a few feet away from a massive predator.

  They never stayed in the same location for too long, always on the move. Unfortunately, no matter the place, our lives were more of the same; boredom, fear, and hunger. When Ruby wasn’t beating me or tormenting me, Angel and I were left to our own devices in small locked rooms. Countless night I have woken to the sounds of her whimpering or crying out for Mikki or Vida, or woken to the sounds of her screaming for the pain to stop. All the while, unable to do anything besides hold her and tell her I was there with her. I stopped telling her we would be okay a while back, I wasn’t so sure of it anymore.

  The only blessing in disguise I could think of was Roth. He was one of the guards, he was still a hard prick, but he was the one who had the most morality out of all of them. He somehow managed to convince Harrington and Ruby that Angel and I needed to be let out of the room once in a while and into the sun. He said something about vitamin D giving us strength so they could keep up with their playdates. It seemed like a bunch of bull to me, but Ruby bought it, and once a week, they allowed us to come up for an hour or so before they shoved us back into the cell. Angel lived for those days, but on the other days, she had to look for things to do in the cell to entertain herself. Roth brought her books small enough to hide, he even brought her a deck of cards to play with, but there was only so much he could do without raising suspicions. There were still days we went without food, illnesses that went without proper medical care, and all-around blues with no one to talk to.

  “Inkpop, what does exacerbate mean?” Angel said as she sat on my back, reading a book while I did my pushups. I often used Angel as a weight when I did my daily exercises. When I first started, I could barely do five pushups with her on my back; I was so small and weak. Now I was pumping out a hundred and barely breaking a sweat. I was getting bigger. With nothing but time on my hands, it only made sense to make sure my body stayed as fit as possible.

  “Uh,” I grunted, moving up and down for another pushup, “It means to make something worse,” I grunted again as I moved up and down for another pushup.

  “Oh, like how your scruffy beard exacerbates your ugly face?” She bent down, so her head was upside down in my peripheral vision.

  I grabbed her securely from off my back as I stood up and used one arm to hold her way above my head. “Ugly face, huh?” I tickled her with the other hand, and she squealed in laughter, the book falling loudly to the floor as she kicked and twisted to get down. “I’ll show you an ugly face!” I tickled her more, enjoying just the sound of her laughing for a change.

  The door from the hall opened, and I heard a loud cough. It was Roth’s unspoken warning that trouble was on the way. I dropped Angel back to the floor, and she hurried to put any books out of sight. Two sets of heavy footsteps made their way down the corridor before they stopped at our d
oor, and it was flung open. Angel came up behind me and hugged me tightly around my waist. Lou and Roth stood there decked out in fancy suits. Strange.

  “Let’s go.” Lou grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward him. He reached for my pants, but I pulled away from him. The only time the chastity trap came off was when Ruby was having her fun. It was a painful process.

  “We have to take it off,” Roth said from over Lou’s shoulder before he moved to the side and blocked Angel’s line of vision.

  I bit down on the inside of my cheek and let the two men unlock the contraption and slowly peel it away from my dick. It was raw and scared from the constant use of the trap.

  “Damn, I would have just ripped it off by now,” Lou said as he put the trap into his pocket and pulled me out of the room.

  “Angel, be good,” I said, just as they closed the door. They quickly secured my arms behind my back and pulled me toward the back of the house. Strange.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, my adrenaline already pumping hard through my body. Ruby was usually upstairs, but we were walking out of the house.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “The fuck you mean, don’t worry about it? Where are you taking me if I am not going to Ruby?” I tried to pull out of their grasps, but it did nothing.

  “Still fucking fighting, I see.”

  My head whipped to the sound, and I narrowed my eyes to make sure I heard what I thought I had. I kicked out my leg, trying to make some contact with the fucking traitor in front of me, “Vale, you no good piece of shit!” I jumped, I kicked, I lunged, but he just moved back, and I didn’t make contact even one time.

  “You guys need to keep a better leash on your dog.” Vale pulled at his sleeve, wiping a phantom piece of lint off the obviously expensive fabric. “I wouldn’t want to have to put it down.”

  “Fuck you! You fucking rat! If anyone is the damn dog here, it’s you.” I spat in his direction, the ball of phlegm landing just centimeters away from his shoe. That was all it took to provoke him. The uppercut he delivered straight to my gut forced me to bend over as the air was forced out of my body.

  “You watch how you talk to me! I can end your life with the snap of my fucking fingers. We may have ridden in the same circles at one point, but now you’re nothing more than a maggot for me to step on. You’re lucky I need you alive and well for this fight, or you’d find yourself at the fucked up end of a very bad accident.” He walked by me as I still was dry heaving and gasping for breath. “I’d win if I were you. You have no idea what they will do to a fresh little girl like Angel if she has no protection.”

  The guards simply stood me up and continued walking me wherever they were taking me. Lou took me to a bathroom, one I’d never been inside of. It was lush and had a pair of new shorts for me. I had no idea what was going on or what I needed to win in order to stay with Angel.

  “Take that shit off,” Lou said, indicating the dirty clothes I had been wearing for months at a time. He undid my hands, and I took everything off, just as instructed. I put the shorts on that he gave me. The bruises and scars peppering my tattoo covered flesh. “Hmm, no way you’re going to beat Brook.”

  Who the fuck was Brook?

  I watched as Roth picked up some athletic tape and began wrapping up my fists. “I’m fighting someone?” I asked, my curiosity burning brighter than my need to be silent.

  “No, you are getting beat by someone. Brook has never been beaten. The last guy he killed, he did it in less than a minute.” Lou said and laughed as I looked up at him in uncertainty.

  He walked out, and I followed with Roth close behind me. Closer than normal.

  “It’s a stall brawl.”

  I tried to turn toward him as we walked out of the house and into the back where there were crowds of people all standing and waiting for the main event to start. “What the fuck is a-”

  He pushed me back forward, “Don’t turn the fuck around.” We kept walking along the path. “They’re going to lock you in a box with a fucking killer. There will be no air. You have to kill him, or he will kill you, or you both will die. The only way the door opens is when someone is dead. Don’t leave that baby here alone.” That was all he said before we made our way to the middle of the makeshift outdoor arena where there was a large transparent box in the middle of the crowd.

  I had to laugh now I could see what Roth meant, the box was no bigger than a bathroom stall. Whoever I was fighting and I would be stuffed into a box barely big enough to fit one person, and then we would have to beat one another to death in close combat. All while running out of oxygen.

  I watched the excitement grow as the person I could only assume was my opponent started to make his way down to the designated area. Money was being passed, and tickets being handed out. The fucking psychos were betting on us.

  I swallowed hard and tried to keep a straight face as the man made his way into the box, Roth was right he was a killer. He was at least double my size, had more than a few inches of height over me, and even from where I stood, I could see the old scars that marred his body. He was seasoned. He moved around the little box like it was his second home, clearly not his first fight. He put his head out of the door and took in deep breaths, prepping his lungs for what was about to come.

  I looked into the crowd, and I recognized several people, Ruby and Harrington, Vale was standing behind what looked like one of the Vilanuevas brothers. He was one of their bodyguards. Who would have thought snitching would have gotten him that life? Personally, I felt like he deserved to be burned at the stake for the shit he pulled, then again, he was out there living a life of luxury while I was being tortured to death slowly.

  Everyone was decked out in their fancy clothes, full glasses of champagne, and small finger foods circulating the crowd. I wanted to scream and demand they realize what they were a part of, but I could tell by the way they all were glaring or laughing as I walked toward the small box, no one cared.

  I was in this on my own.

  “Let’s go!” The man inside the box screamed at me and began jumping in place. I looked over to Vale one last time as he laughed and passed a glass of champagne toward Ruby, who was laughing and sweetly laying a hand on his chest.

  That man was my brother. I had sworn to give my life for him and any other patched member of the Wings of Diablo crew. Yet here I was about to be beaten to death, and not one of them was around to help me. Forgotten. Abandoned. Thrown away like trash.

  I walked into the box. We were so close his breath was blowing the shaggy hair that had fallen into my eyes away from my face. Harrington Giles walked up to the box and turned to address the crowd.

  “Ladies and Gentleman, today we have a fight to the death match, Nico vs. Brook. All bets will need to be placed before the door is shut. We have Brook winning with 3 to 1 odds. Any more takers.” He bellowed as the crowd rushed toward the bookies.

  He turned back to the box, “Don’t make me look bad, boy. If you’re gonna die, do it spectacularly.”

  He turned back around, “Let’s get this started!” He moved to the door, and I listened as all sounds of the outside world vanished, and all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart and the slow deep breaths of the killer in front of me.

  The door clicked shut, and in the next second, the large man was swinging his giant fists toward my face. I tried to dodge but immediately came in contact with the wall, there was nowhere for me to go. I covered my face, but that only made him angrier. “Die, you little bitch, die!” He screamed as he grabbed me by my wrists and slammed me into the wall to the side, my nose crunched, and the blood poured down my throat. I tried to get a good breath in, but the air already started to feel light. There wasn’t enough oxygen. I swung my arms toward him. I made contact a few times, but they seemed to bounce off his solid body. I screamed my frustration, nothing I was doing was working, and he was now power driving his knee into my stomach, blood was coming from my mouth, and I could feel my bones brea
king from the force.

  The world was beginning to sway in front of my eyes, and black spots cloud my vision. I was running out of air.

  “Don’t leave that baby alone…” Roth’s last warning now the only thing replaying over and over in my mind. Angel’s little face smiling, crying, sleeping, all the faces I love, and finally, the promise I made to her to get her back home.

  “Ahh!” I roared and brought my face down to the man’s neck. The adrenaline causing my body to use more oxygen than was available, the burn in my lungs was close to unbearable. I found a soft spot on his neck and bit down hard.

  “What the fuck!” Brook grunted as he put his hand on my chest and tried to push me off him, but I used my arms and locked them around his head. I let the rest of my body go limp, the only strength I was exerting coming from my grip on both his head and his neck. He roared loud as the bursting metallic taste flooded my mouth and threatened to go down my throat, and still, I didn’t let go. I stayed latched on as he flailed back and forth in that tight space. When the sound of him screaming began to dim, and his legs folded underneath him, I still didn’t let go. It wasn’t until the pulse of the blood threatening to drown me stopped pumping; I let him go. He fell to the floor in a twisted heap, his large frame too big to collapse completely.

  My head swayed, and I sucked in shallow breaths. I looked through the glass at the surprised yet amused faces of all the men and women who put me in this position and screamed. I banged my fist on the glass, loving the feeling of the vibration beneath my hand. I watched as Lou and Roth made their way toward the box as my vision turned to pinpoints. The immediate rush of oxygen as the door was swung open had me falling toward the door and gulping down giant lung fulls of air with the blood of a dead man still coating my face. They pulled me out and dragged me back the same way I’d come. Large splashes of champagnes and useless tickets were thrown in my direction. Some people happy, some people angry that they won, but no one seemed to mind in the least that a man had just died for their entertainment.