The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition

by Kay Maree

  “Snap out of your head girl,” he grunts causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. “See this is your fucking problem. You think you are too good for anybody when in reality you are nothing. I own you, remember that and I bet those girls you call friends only talk to you cause they feel sorry for you and they know who I am.”

  “That’s not true,” I squeak out and regret the words immediately when he pushes to his feet throwing his bottle of beer against the far wall making me jump at the loud smashing sound.

  “WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU LITTLE BITCH?!” he spits down into my face towering over me so much so that I have to tilt my head back. Gripping the back of my head he pulls hard making me whimper as pain shoots through me.

  “You need to learn your place. You are here because I allow you to be here. Don’t come waltzing out of the room thinking you're all that and be rude to my friends, my brothers,” he beats his chest with his free hand.

  “What? I d-d-didn’t,” I stumble out, automatically I start shaking my head against his words.

  “Sleaze told me all about you pushing yourself against him in the kitchen. You stupid slut is that what you want? Huh, you want to fuck my brothers? You want to be a club whore just like your mother?” he spits out and my heart hurts at his words.

  “No” I whisper “H-h-he…” I try to get the words out that he was touching me but thick sobs tear up my throat overtaking the words as tears begin to swim down my face.

  “Maybe I need to add another chore to your list?” his smirk is dark and sends chills racing down my spine. “Maybe this fat ass can make some money after all,” he slurs out as he begins to drag me by the hair back down the hallway towards my room ignoring the sobs pouring out of me. I trip over my feet but quickly right myself as I try to get words past my trembling lips.

  “I’m s-s-sorry,” I gasp, but he is not listening. My bedroom door flies open slamming against the wall the sound echoes around me as he pushes me inside, I trip over my feet again but catch myself on the end of my bed before I hit the hard floor. Frantically I look around my dimly lit room blowing out a breath when I realize nobody else is here. My body locks and tenses at my father’s next words and my hands begin to shake as cold fear slices throw me.

  “Strip,” he orders swaying a little into the doorway.

  “No, please,” I plead looking up at him hoping through his alcohol-induced head he can see sense.

  “Don’t play games just fucking do it,” he spits out taking up the few steps between us.

  “Please don’t make me do this.”

  “I’m not doing anything… you are the one that wants to spread your legs for every swinging cock out there, so I may as well make some money off your ass.”

  “Now fucking strip!” I look at the man that I call my father and the word tastes like bile in my mouth. He is not my father; he is nothing but a drunk stone-head who thinks the world owes him something. With shaking hands, I push to my feet, gripping the end of my nightshirt I pull it over my head. Turning my face away I grip the waistband of my sleep pants, pausing as my palms begin to sweat hoping he will tell me to stop but it doesn’t happen. Tears sting my eyes before sliding down my cheeks and I bite my lip to stop the sounds of my sobs escaping knowing he doesn’t give a shit and it would probably only egg him on.

  “Now! You slut,” he bites out closing my eyes I push them down my legs hating the word slut even more now than I ever did and it hurts worse than I thought knowing nobody has ever seen me naked.

  “Underwear too.”

  “I’m your daughter don't do this?” I plead. My voice shakes just as bad as my hands.

  A dark laugh bellows out around me before he speaks. “I took the word of a club whore that you were my daughter,” he spits the words out like it’s all been a lie. My world spins on its axis. “Take off those fucking panties.”

  I grit my teeth against the pain that slices through me and his voice seems to darken and change on his last words. Closing my eyes, I do what he says.

  Goosebumps race over me and a chill grips my heart as I feel his hands on my shoulders moving me more into the middle of the room. Keeping my eyes closed I feel his fingers run down the length of my back as his filthy breath hits against my shoulder, his bare chest presses against my back and I can’t hold back the shudder as his chest hair rubs against me. I suck down the bile crawling up my throat as his hands roughly move up my sides, till each hand grabs a fistful of my breasts. Grunting in satisfaction when I can’t stop the squeak of pain that slips up my throat.

  “Please stop, don’t do this,” I beg one last time hoping he will listen. He let's go; the heat of his body seems to fade away leaving me shivering as the chill that captured me moments before seems to spread through every limb in my body.

  “Open your fucking eyes.”

  Squeezing them tighter instead a hard smack to my cheek followed by a stinging sensation has my eyes springing open automatically. I fist my hands at my sides to stop myself from rubbing the pounding throb away.

  “I said open your fucking eyes,” he spits. Refocusing my eyes trying to ignore the pain in my cheek I notice him standing in front of me. Dead eyes meet mine before they sweep across my naked body. Lowering my head as shame washes through me I suck in a deep breath when I notice a slight bulge in his pants. My eyes once again reach his with his next words.

  “Fuck you are just like your mother,” he runs a hand down his jailhouse tattooed chest until he rubs his palm over his dirty jeans and I choke out a whimper.

  “Fuck! Sleaze was right, you do want it.” With his free hand, he roughly grabs my chin, lifting it till my eyes reach his dark dead eyes and the look there sends revulsion running through me. He must see it in my eyes cause he chuckles at my discomfort. Moving his hand from my chin he grabs one of my breasts again and gives it a squeeze before gripping my nipple pinching it hard.

  I wince against the pain.

  “Your chest is rising and falling like a bitch on heat,” he runs a tongue across his bottom lip. “You say you don't want it but your body tells a different story, you’re fucking begging for it girl.” Lust and pleasure radiate through every word. “Sleaze said you told him you wanted it rough, and that you want to pretend to fight him off. I must admit it’s appealing as fuck to be inside this body of yours and make you scream in pain.”

  “Don't do this,” I beg to try to buy myself some time to work out how to get out of this. Maybe I could knock him out. He's not what I would call a big man, I’m only about 5 '2 to his 5' 7, but he works out nearly every day so my strength against his wouldn’t match up at all.

  Before I have time to react, he slams his mouth down on mine, gripping my hair in tight fists making me wince. The feeling of my hair being pulled from the roots radiates through my head effectively silencing my pleas for him to stop. Pushing his thick tongue into my mouth, I gag at the taste of him and without thinking I bite down hard. I gag a little as the metallic taste of blood slides down my throat.

  Ripping his mouth from mine he spits out, “You little bitch!” But before I can reply his fist connects to my stomach making me double over on a gasp, wrapping my arms around my stomach I try to breathe through the pain. I feel myself falling and take small comfort in the softness of my bed right before he lands on top of me trying to wedge his legs between mine. I go to scream, but he covers my mouth before I can with my shirt that he must have grabbed off the floor.

  “You will pay for that you slut,” he spits into my face, I feel wetness hit my face and my eyes track the trickle of blood escaping the side of his mouth. He grins with blood-stained teeth as he pushes between my closed legs. I try to breathe through my nose as the pain in my belly seems to amplify with each breath. He reaches down for something beside the bed and I blink rapidly when I realize he has my sleep pants. Grabbing my hands, I try to push out of his hold, but he is stronger and plants his leg against the center of my chest as he ties my hands to the wo
oden panels of my headboard. I try to say sorry I didn't mean to bite him but with the shirt stuffed in my mouth, my voice is muffled. So I try to plead with my eyes as tear after tear slip down my face. Seeming satisfied that I’m secured to the bed he releases the pressure off my chest. I cough out a choking breath against the material in my mouth and take quick breaths through my nose as the pressure lessens against my chest. The roughness of his hands run down my body bringing me back to what's happening. A whimper escapes and my body freezes when he grabs me between the legs and my body jerks trying to get away from his touch.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunts pushing his fingers roughly into me.

  “Noooo,” I try to scream again, but he pushes his forearm over my still-covered mouth completely silencing me. Pain slices through me as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. I close my eyes hoping it will be over soon. I cringe away as I feel his mouth engulf my breast and my body tenses as his teeth bite into the soft flesh.

  “Sleaze said he bit you earlier when u wouldn’t stop trying to rub on him,” he grunts out as his tongue slides over the mark I noticed when I was in the shower left by him earlier.

  “You like daddy touching you,” he murmurs in my ear and an anguished cry leaves my throat against the shirt and his arm.

  “How about we make this a little more interesting?” I snap my eyes open and stare at this monster wishing I could kill him with my bare hands, but he's so heavy on top of me. Somehow, he has my legs pinned under his making it hard to move. I try again scared of what he means by those words but I freeze in my attempt to move when a voice from the doorway draws my attention. Sleaze is standing there in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts with a twisted look on his face.

  “Now this is better than any club whores Monster,” he grunts out sliding a hand into his boxer shorts directing his words at my father.

  “Sleaze get over here,” my father, no, Monster grunts out. His club name suits him to a T.

  “With pleasure.” His smirk is so demonic my body shakes uncontrollably and I begin to fight against the weight on top of me again.

  “Grab something to tie her ass down,” Monster barks out before pulling his fingers from me and sucking them into his mouth. My stomach twists at the sick smirk he has as he hums around the digits.

  “You need to taste her,” Monster grunts out in satisfaction at the same time I feel my legs being pulled apart and being strapped to the end of my bed. With my hands tied to the top of the bed and now my legs at the bottom I have no place to go. I try to kick out but with Monsters weight on top of me, it's not easy. My movements are strained and Sleaze is faster. I feel the weight around my mouth begin to lessen but it’s not for long. I see Sleaze walk over with one of my belts hanging from his hand. Before strapping it around my mouth I snap my teeth at him only making him laugh sadistically at my attempt to bite him.

  “Fuck I didn’t know she had that much fight in her,” Sleaze chuckles. I choose not to call them by their names anymore and only using their club names cause that’s what they are; a fucking Sleaze and a Monster. I close my eyes cause I don't want to see what happens next. I try to retreat into the back of my mind and pretend I’m somewhere else, somewhere where I am loved and cared for. A sharp sting to my face brings me back to the present and I opened my eyes to two sets of dark eyes staring back at me as the stench of stale alcohol and weed invades my senses. I know that smell will be forever ingrained into my head.

  “Keep your eyes open,” Monster says running his rough hand down the middle of my chest as he moves off of me.

  “Yeah, Puddin. I don’t want you missing all the fun, this is the least we could give you for your birthday,” their laughs bounce around me as Sleaze moves off the side of the bed and makes his way to the end before moving up between my open legs. I try to close my legs but it’s no use since they are tied down. “You're going to enjoy this Puddin just you wait,” he winks right before he leans forward biting my clit sending a sharp stinging feeling racing through my body. I go lax on the bed and try like hell to stop my tears from flowing cause they only seem to egg them on.

  “Your tears only make me harder,” Monster says as if reading my mind. He leans over and licks up the side of my face making me shudder. He hums in satisfaction as his hand slides down my body till he reaches my clit and starts to circle it as Sleazes tongue pushes inside me. My stomach twists and my legs tense up and shake as my skin becomes hot and flushed as sweat beads on my forehead and begins to run down the side of my face mixing with my tears.

  “That’s it my little girl give Sleaze and your daddy that orgasm,” Monster’s lust-filled voice in my ear fades away as I cry out against my gag and my body gets overtaken with my orgasm. An empty feeling in the pit of my stomach flows through my veins as Monsters next words ring in my ears.

  “See we knew you would like it. Which was it? Sleazes tongue or my fingers?” he teases before pushing his tongue in my ear.

  “Now stop fighting us and let us have our fun,” straddling my chest again Monster runs his dirty nails across my breasts. “You know you want to play with us, be a good girl for daddy,” he pinches before twisting my nipples. My teeth bite into the material and leather trying so hard not to react to the pain as more tears flow. “Why else would your body give in to that orgasm so perfectly,” he taunts with a dark edge to his voice. “Fuck you got some tits on ya girl, I can’t resist those hard buds they are just calling for my teeth,” he grunts moving down the bed a little and latching his teeth onto one nipple. “Fuck yeah,” he grunts clenching his jaw around my nipple as pain explodes across my chest. Moving back up my body he cups my breasts in his hands and squeezes to the point I feel his nails pierce the skin. “It’s only fair I make you bleed now.”

  My head begins to spin and my body goes numb as my eyes catch the glint in Sleazes eyes before he winks again licking his lips as he leans around Monsters body. Monster releases one breast and reaches back and starts stroking me all over again. Shaking my head, I try to fight against my body but it’s no use as I feel my body begin to tense up again. Quickly moving his hands, he turns around, bends and his mouth hits my center. I wiggle to try and escape but it’s no use. A raspy chuckle coming from the end of my bed gets my attention. I watch as Sleaze pushes from the end of the bed. His eyes are on everything Monster is doing with a disgusting curl to his lips. Dropping his boxer shorts he begins to stroke his hard prick of a dick. “She likes it when you use your teeth,” just as the last words leave his mouth, I feel the bite of Monsters teeth and I scream out against the gag feeling the sensitive skin split. “Fuck yeah,” Monster grunts satisfied moving his head from side to side before pushing up and off me. Wiping his mouth on the palm of his hand before sliding it across my stomach I look down and see blood smeared there and it’s then I feel warm liquid sliding down my butt. I look up to his empty eyes before looking away again when I hear the unmistakable sound of Monsters pants hitting the floor but not before I notice he is rubbing his dick too. I go to close my eyes not wanting to see this but Sleazes next words have me trying not to blink.

  “Close your eyes Puddin and I will fucking glue them open. I want to see the fear in your eyes when I make you bleed for me this time.”

  As much as I don't want to, I keep my eyes on his as he crawls back between my legs. I don’t really have a choice. Running his fingers over my clit again he pulls them away and slides them down my chest leaving a trail of blood in its path. Leaning back, he lines himself up, pulling a scream from me as he enters me hard tearing straight through my virginity.

  “Fuck yeah Puddin,” he grunts. “Take it,” he thrusts into me over and over again I look to Monster with pleading eyes hoping he will stop it, but he only laughs as he strokes his dick with a bloody hand.

  “Fuck I want that sassy mouth of yours wrapped around my dick,” Monster grunts running his fingers down my face roughly before gripping my throat in a tight grip.

  “But those teeth of yo
urs are probably aching to bite me.” I stare at him daring him with my eyes to take the gag out of my mouth. Pressure on my throat has me tilting my head back but I don't break eye contact. Feeling a bite to my chest I look down and watch as drops of blood appear against my chest and run down to meet the bloody path that’s already there. I ignore the pain letting the numbness take over.

  “Fuck she feels good Monster, fucking tightest thing I have ever felt,” Sleaze groans out gripping my hips in a bruising hold as he thrust harder into me.

  “You like this Puddin,” he grunts out.

  “Fuck I’m jacked up. I think I need her ass,” Monster says and my eyes go wide and my head shakes uncontrollably.

  “Fuck yeah Monster she loves that idea,” Sleaze chuckles.

  “Lift her ass up I’m gonna slide underneath her.” I wiggle and try to free myself of the bindings but it’s no use as I feel myself being lifted as much as the restraints will allow.