He turned and pulled a box from the air a few feet away. A remote. The chain about my neck tightened. A couple smaller ones fell into view. My stomach clenched as I studied them.
Fist wandered to the area behind the table and returned with a set of nipple clamps. He licked and sucked each nub until they turned into hard, achy points. Pain shot through me when he settled the evil, tight toys. Then he twisted, firming the grip until I cried out. He laughed and tugged on the large ring attached to each one, yanked up and secured each to one of the thin chains from the ceiling.
I forced deep breaths and bit my lower lip as the fingernails of pain scored through my breast and fanned outward to an achy throb. Hands restrained behind me, I had no choice but to take it. Or safe word out. But that wasn't an option, not when arousal pooled between my legs and I craved more. More pain. More of the mind fuck. More.
He pushed a couple of buttons and the small chains now attached to my nipples moved upward, pulling the sensitive buds. I rose on tiptoes to avoid the pain. Fist stopped the remote. If I settled fully on my feet, my nipples got pulled. Hard. Painfully. If I remained on tiptoes, I was okay, but my legs trembled from the strain.
Fist chuckled and slapped my breasts a couple of times. I emitted a growl as the pain shot through me. 'This is nothing for a hardened agent like you. Let's get started with the real interrogation, shall we?”
“Go to hell.”
“Very well. We'll make this interesting.”
My pulse spiked as he wandered back to the wall. What was next? I settled on my heels and bit back the groan of pain as the erotic tug on my nipples crawled through me. Evil bastard. The sweet, delicious bite dragged me deeper into the dark, carnal hunger.
He returned and manacled a large, long bar to my ankles. It spread my feet wide and kept them locked into position. I looked down, past my manacled tits and watched as he secured a thin chain to a look in the floor. “You sure you won't talk, girl?”
“Go to hell.”
“I'm gonna enjoy this,” he commented as he rose and settled another clamp onto the chain. Deft fingers slid through my arousal, thrust deep into me. “I almost hope you make it through this next part because Commander said I get to really play if you do. It's been a long time since I've had a wet cunt to enjoy.”
“You'll never break me,” I whispered.
Fist rubbed my clit, gentle slow strokes meant to put the sensitive nub at ease. A moan escaped my lips. “Fuck, you're so sweet and responsive. You're gonna yell real good in a minute.”
“Please don't do this. Let me go. I'll never tell anyone where your camp is. I swear.” He rubbed my clit. I tugged on my wrist restraints.
Fist focused on the chain. Adrenaline spiked in me. I surrendered myself to steady but shallow breaths as his gaze settled on mine. He thumbed my clit one last time then snapped the clamp on.
I screamed. Loud, long and low, like an animal caught in a trap. I was. I was their prey. Their toy. Never had my dark taken such a firm, commanding grip on my entire existence. I ceased to exist beyond the cell. Nothing mattered but the pain, the man dragging it from me in loud wails as he tugged on the clamp.
“I call this the seesaw. Go ahead, test it out.” He chuckled and took a couple steps back.
If I settled fully on my feet, it eased the tug on my clit, but yanked my nipples hard. Rising on my tiptoes saved my tits, but tortured my clit. There was no in between, no escape from the pain except for breaking.
Fist left me there a few moments. He remained on the side, near the table. Watching. Enjoying the moans and cries tugged from me as I did exactly what he expected. Seesawed back and forth.
“Drink,” he ordered. A bottle of cold water appeared near my mouth. Throat dry, I obeyed without question. I drank half before he left again.
Arousal flared between my legs where he cupped me. He grunted and finger fucked my defenseless pussy long enough to make me fight the plea on my tongue. I wanted to come. Feel his fist buried in me. I angled toward his hand, screaming when it yanked on my nipples.
“Want it that bad?” he asked.
Yes, yes I did.
“Such a good, tight hole. I'm gonna have fun with this.” He pulled away and walked toward the cell exit. “I'll be back. Don't go anywhere.”
He left me. Shock riddled me mute as I hung there, seesawing back and forth. Back and forth. I counted the motions, determined to remain steadfast and not break. I wanted this so bad. Needed the darkness they fed me. Fist returned sooner than I expected, but longer than I wanted.
“Got back to my bunk and couldn't forget this sweet, tight cunt. This is all your fault. All you had to do was talk, tell us what we need to know.” He undid the pole stretching my legs apart. Then he dragged a stool over and sat. Watched.
I seesawed back and forth.
“Commander has a machine he's gonna use on you in the morning if you don't break. Last time we used it on a maid we snagged and she couldn't walk straight for a week. And we were gentle with her.”
The taunt stilled me, dragged more pain into my clit. He grazed my wet pussy, then plunged two fingers into me.
“Settle down on them like good fuckmeat,” he ordered. “You're gonna come around my hand, then I'm fucking your pussy.”
I didn't speak, couldn't force an argument when my entire body was a pulsating, throbbing ache he'd created.
“I'll remove one set of clamps while I fist you. Your choice,” he offered with a smug grin.
“Clit,” I spat out.
“Very well.” He removed it.
A scream ripped from me as blood returned to the punished nerve. Tears rolled down my face as he grazed it with his thumb and I came. Hard and furiously, I howled as he pushed me over the edge with a hard push on my clit. He toyed with me until I returned from the haze of my release.
“Watch me, fuckmeat. Watch my face and my fist taking your defenseless cunt. This is your fault, your punishment for not speaking. Don't watch me and the clamp returns to your clit.”
“No, please. Not again.”
“Then be a good girl and take my fist.”
He worked his way into me, slow and steady. To him we had all the time in the world. Everything except me vanished. Adoration reflected in his gaze, the gentle strokes of his other hand. Tears escaped me as he seated his hand in me.
He reached up and unlatched one nipple, then the other. I wailed. My mind fractured and I dove headfirst into the floating sensation I'd experienced before. This time I'd tumbled fully in. I floated, basking in the bliss.
Music.
I drifted toward the sound, curling my toes and body into the warmth as I listened. Yeah, I knew the song playing softly in the background. The cell returned when I opened my eyes. Fist held me in his lap. He stroked my face, my hair. My arm.
“Drink up, girl.” Water. I gulped greedily from the bottle as my gaze settled on him. Time had passed, but I wasn't sure how much. Not that it mattered. “Just a little more.”
I swallowed the cool liquid and watched Fist. The adoration I'd noted earlier in his gaze had deepened. The emotion tingling in my heart spread. “Fist.”
“Relax, I've got you girl.” He squeezed me closer. “I've got you.”
“Did you...” I reached for his cock. “I want to take care of you.”
“You did, sweetheart. You did.”
“Okay.” I sighed in contentment.
“Here, nibble on this.” He held a piece of chocolate up. I took a bite, then another. “Good girl.”
“We're done? I didn't do good, did I?”
“Ssh...calm yourself, girl. You did great. We're taking a break. You'll rest, then we'll go again when Chief and I think it's time. Okay?”
“Okay.” I sighed and squeezed my huggable, sadistic teddy bear named Fist. “That was really hot.”
“Yeah, you were amazing, girl. I heard you have a surprise for us under the bandage.” He stood and settled me on the cot. “Show me.”
I winced
as he flicked the overhead light on, but I gently removed the bandage. He sat. Meaty hands framed the tattoo as he studied it without comment. He leaned down and kissed it gently.
“Beautiful, girl. So perfect, just like you.” He caressed my body. “Never had anyone like you. Thank you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Rest. The Commander will break you the next round. No one can hold out against him.” Fist sauntered out of the cell and slammed it shut, sealing me in. I dragged the blanket up around me and sighed.
Yeah, I'd totally withstand the Commander. Bring. It. On.
Chapter Nine
I glared at the man sitting across from me as I ate the gruel he'd brought. Cold. Bland. So unlike the tasty breakfast he'd fed me yesterday morning. My muscles ached from my time with Fist yesterday. My nipples and clit were sensitive, but not uncomfortably so. All in all, I handled the first round of their little interrogation quite well. Smug and confident in my abilities to withstand—and enjoy—whatever they had up their sleeves, I set the meal aside and stared at Commander What’s His Name defiantly.
He could call himself whatever he wanted. To me he'd always be Tony. Master Chief Tony.
“You should've taken the out Fist gave you yesterday. I don't enjoy breaking women,” he commented.
“He mentioned some contraption you had, was pretty sure it would break me. You're wasting your time.”
“Oh, I don't know about that.” He tugged on the chain about my neck and hauled me over to the table.
My eyes widened as I saw the machine mounted to the end of the table. Shit. Shit. Shit. The dildo was thick, long and mounted to an arm of some sort. A fucking machine.
I tugged and pushed, fought to escape. Anticipation beaded along my skin, goosebumps formed beneath his hands as he hauled me onto the surface easily. I punched and kicked, but he subdued me with a practiced ease that left me breathless and a bit terrified. He was strong. So powerful.
“You're so beautiful. I see why they sent you. Had you gone about it differently, I would've shared all my secrets for a night between your legs.” He grinned down at me as he chained my wrists above my head, then secured my ankles. His hands ran along my inner thighs as he spread my legs. “Now I get whatever I want, don't I?”
“Go to hell,” I spat.
“Such a mouth on you. I'm going to enjoy fucking it while my invention works your sweet little pussy. Fist said it was nice and tight. I think you'll come at least twice before I'm done with you. Now open up for me. Nice and wide.”
I fought, but he secured a thick, large dental dam of sorts into my mouth. It left it open, but I couldn't move or bite down. I groaned as drool formed around my parted lips.
“That's better. Now let's get the fun part started, shall we?” He squeezed some lube on my pussy. “I'll enjoy filling this with my cum later, after I've broken you. I'll return you home, filled with my cum so they know how I broke you.”
I growled, feigning anger even though my heart thundered in my chest. My nipples hardened.
“Or maybe I'll keep you here, offer you as a reward to my guards when they do a good job for the Federation.” He chuckled and lubed up the dildo.
The one that would be fucking me soon.
My pussy clenched.
“Do you want it slow and deep, or hard and fast?” he asked. He swatted my pussy a couple times. I moaned. “Fuck, he was right. Such a responsive little thing.”
He fiddled with a few things on the machine. Each second increased the anticipation rolling through me. “There, that'll be a rough, grueling pace. It should leave you ready to talk by the time I'm done feeding you my cum.”
He came around the front and touched a lever on the side of the table. My head angled backward, leaving my mouth fully exposed and in the perfect position for him to thrust into. I was totally defenseless. I couldn't even speak, much less use my safe word.
“Hold onto this. If you squeeze or drop it, we stop. Okay?”
I nodded as much as I could. He stroked and caressed my breasts. “Fist did a good job with these nipples. I'm thinking I'll try my hand out with the seesaw next. I have an addition, though. You probably won't like it.”
Oh God.
The machine rumbled to life. The tip settled against my pussy. Shit, he'd lined it up perfectly. Arousal and lubricant left me and the dildo so wet there was no doubt this would feel great.
“Let's get it seated nice and deep, then I'll get it going real good.” He pushed a lever and the dildo thrust into me, so slow and deep I groaned. “Love the way your hungry little pussy sucks it up. I bet you want it real bad, don't you?”
The machine fucked me. I screamed, moaned and writhed, but couldn't move away or work myself on it. Chief secured my hips and legs completely. I was at the machine's mercy. One look into his eyes and I knew it would have none. The thrusts were deep, punishingly hard and fast. Unlike a man, the device wouldn't tire. It'd go as long as he decided it should.
“Now let's see about feeding you. I bet this mouth is hungry for a nice, big cock.” He undid his pants and slapped my face with his hard cock. Then he slid it into me.
I damn near dropped the thing in my hand. I wanted to suck, work my mouth around the hard dick on my mouth, but I was defenseless. I lay there and watched his powerful hips move as he fucked my mouth. I cried out as the machine latched onto my clit and sucked.
I came hard and long, the wail vibrated against Chief's cock. The machine continued the same pounding thrusts. If it kept this up, I'd gladly give birth to its children. It felt that good. Combined with my Master's cock in my throat, I was in heaven. I'd spill every secret on that fucking page he'd given me if it meant I could experience this again and again.
He spilled his release into my mouth. I swallowed as best as I could, but he righted my head and removed the mouth restraint. The machine continued fucking me. I grunted and groaned in time to the thrusts.
Chief wandered to the other end. His fingers taunted my swollen, aroused flesh and ran through my arousal. “Good, still nice and wet. Just lean back and enjoy it, fuckmeat. You've got a long, hard session.”
He sauntered over to the cell door and called out. “Hey, Fist, come and play some cards with me. I'm bored.”
Bastard. Like hell he was bored.
Pleasure spiraled through me as the machine pumped me into another release. I fought to grind myself against it, but it continued the same regimented pace as I came down from the second orgasm to find a third on its heels.
The machine stopped. I had no sense of time. Or anything really. I was a gelatinous mess. I'd come so many times I didn't know which way was up or down. Chief undid my restraints and carried me to the sofa in the dungeon. Fist settled a blanket around me as I drank from a bottle of water. More chocolate.
A girl could get used to this.
“Beautiful,” Chief murmured. “I love you, Harmony.”
“I love you, too.”
One week later...
Chief owned a custom bike made by Ray and Fist. It kicked ass. I was on the back, savoring the feeling of being wrapped around my man as he slid into position behind Ray and Max. We'd headed out of the Grove at sunrise. The open highway yawned behind us, but we'd just stopped for bacon and eggs at a hole in the wall in the middle of nowhere an hour ago.
The Grove settled into normal a couple days after the Texas Rangers left. Mom was a distant bullet point on the gossip list and the MC returned to a somewhat quiet life of running Tops and going about whatever activities they did. I didn't ask. They didn't tell.
My time with Ray, Max, Fist, Clutch, Dawg and Amber weren't about the club. My relationship with each person had deepened over the past week, but my heart continued to swell under Chief's ownership.
I hadn't thought I was ready for this trip, but he'd pushed until I finally admitted he was right. It was time to let the last piece of my past go. I wasn't the Harmony Griggs from back when the nightmare with the Mafia started. I'd found
me in the ashes of what remained of my life after Mom. I was beautiful. Cherished.
Loved.
I was a masochist. A slave.
Loved.
Ray angled the MC to a small cutoff road. My chest ached and I squeezed my man tighter. Chief would make this okay. He was right. It was past time.
Jolie squealed from the back of Max's bike. He'd given me a look back at the pancake house that promised I'd pay for making him be the one to ride with her. But Mom was with Ray. I was with Chief. He was the best option for my BFF. She'd insisted on coming. I wanted her here.
The bikes stopped in formation as Chief and I got off. Ray offered a small smile and gentle hug as I went to him and took the urn. Mom.
It was time to lay her to rest.
I'd thought a long time on what the best place would be. I wanted her free, not stuck in an urn for eternity. That wasn't much better than being worm food six foot under. No. Mom needed the open air, the clean start of a new life. Her death rattled me, shook everything up and left me starting over.
But I had Chief. The guys. My BFF.
I was loved.
In many ways, I owed her for that. She'd been a shit Mom in so many ways, but I know deep, deep down she'd loved me. I hadn't been able to save her. No one could.
I could give her this, though.
Ray was right. The hillside in the middle of nowhere in the Texas Hill Country was perfect. Rugged. Wild. Beautiful. Like the woman buried beneath decades of hard living. My mom.
A cool breeze floated across the open area. I opened the urn and tipped it over, allowing the contents to roll out with the wind. Tears burned my eyes. Chief held me tight against him as everyone helped me give Mom the only thing I could.
Freedom.
A fresh start.
Love.
Tomorrow we were riding out to Vegas where I'd become Harmony Reyes. I couldn't wait.
About the Author
Devyn Douglas is the edgier, more erotic alter ego of Cara Carnes. She resides in Austin, Texas where she writes in assorted genres, from contemporary to sci-fi.
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