by K. T Fisher
“Trying to run away from me?” Demon growls. I shake my head, lying to him probably isn’t a good idea but I can’t tell him what my plans really are. Demon laughs and turns me around to face him. “Then why did I see you running out here then?”
Demon lets his hand from my mouth drop so I’m able to answer. “I needed some air.”
Demon thinks for a few seconds, staring at me and eventually nods. “Come with me.” He takes hold of my hand, but I don’t move. Demon turns with a deep frown. “I said come with me.”
Natasha’s warning words repeat in my head and I let him lead me back inside. My body screams to not let him, to keep running but I don’t see how that’s possible. Demon pulls me through the large crowd of people, most of the coupling has disappeared which I’m glad to see. Women give Demon wide smiles, and scowl at me when they see he’s leading me. These women aren’t wearing the same outfit as I am. They’re wearing their own clothing. These are the bitches that choose to be here and think its ok to have women like Natasha and I kept captive. They’re as bad as the bikers.
I catch sight of Natasha sitting on the bar, now naked and seeing to two men. This is fucking wrong but I’m afraid I’ll never get out. Natasha catches sight of me and stares wide eyes as she watches Demon lead me away. She slowly shakes her head before she’s pulled down to suck someone’s cock. I’m not stupid. I haven’t forgotten her warning words about Demon. I can’t be good at this. I can’t stand out because I don’t want to become his. I have to live, and if I become Demon’s latest obsession then I’m as good as dead.
Chapter 11
After a few minutes I recognize that Demon is taking me to his office. My heart picks up speed and I try to pull on his arm to stop but he tugs back even harder. I wince from the pressure. I’m going to have a lovely mark tomorrow.
He throws the door open, shoving me inside and locking it behind us. He slowly strolls into the middle of the room, his large frame is very intimidating and no, I can’t ignore the fact that he is sexy but that doesn’t change who he is. “You’re lucky that it was me who found you.”
I look around the room, happy to see there’s not as many guns on the desk as there was last time. “How so?” I ask.
I see the annoyance flash on his face. “Because if it was any of those other men out there, you would be naked, hung up and being raped repeatedly right now.”
My eyes widen from the shock of his words and he nods. “And you’re better?” I dare to ask.
A devilish grin appears across his face. “No, I’m not saying that but you need to watch how you speak to me.” I nod in answer. “Now sit on the sofa.”
I hesitate for a second but when I see the warning on Demon’s face, just daring me to disobey, I decide to take a seat. Demon quickly follows, standing over me. “How do you like your new life with the Devil’s?” I’m shocked by his question, and obviously I can’t say how much I hate it, so I nod my head and smile. This makes him laugh down at me. “I think it’s time to give you your name.”
“I have a name.” I point out.
“Lauren?” He asks and I shouldn’t be shocked. He is Andrew’s uncle after all. “No, I don’t like that.” He reaches for my hair and swirls it around his finger. “I love your shiny black hair, makes me want to pull it as I fuck you from behind.” I gulp at his words. “That’s what I’ll call you.”
“What?” I’m confused. “Black hair?”
Demon laughs loudly. “No! Your name is Raven.” He rakes his big hands through my hair, it feels so good and I hate the fact that I close my eyes and savour it. “See Raven, I think you could really enjoy life here. You just need to relax.” He crouches down in front of me. “If you let the club look after you and let me take care of all your needs, you will have a much happier life.”
A happier life? Is this guy for real?
I don’t think this place is capable of providing a happy life for anyone, except maybe the members. Demon opens my legs and of course I do nothing to stop him. When he sees that I am naked under the skirt that was provided by Tracy, he smiles along with a groan. “See, you’re perfect.”
He dips his head between my legs and my reaction is to pull away but when Demon glares up at me, I place my bottom back on the sofa. The thing with Demon is that he acts like he’s better than all his men, but I keep getting these glimpses of the beast hidden underneath. Demon is definitely a man to watch, it’s like Natasha said, he’s the president for a good reason. I let my legs soften, “Good girl, Raven.”
He lifts my legs higher, revealing myself to him and in that moment I let Lauren drift away and welcome Raven. As Demon begins to swipe his tongue, I can’t help but let out a long sigh. I begin to moan and let my tears fall. No matter how mean Demon is, the man is very talented with his tongue. My head is against this, but my clit is arguing with me. He growls, deepening his tongue and I gasp at the intrusion. I can feel my climax approaching but I try to fight it off. I don’t want this man to make me come, that’s just all sort of wrong! In the end, if doesn’t matter how much I fight it, Demon enters two fingers into me as he continues to lick and I come with a vengeance. I don’t hide my tears when he looks up at me, my juices glistening around his mouth.
“You, fucking taste amazing.” Demon moans and then in a flash becomes wild.
He lets go of my legs, unfastens his belt and lets his cock free. Holy shit that’s a huge cock! I watch, fascinated as he covers his large piece of meat. Demon watches me as he sinks inside, keeping eye contact as he fills me. He never breaks it as he pounds into me, holding my legs high so that he hits my sweet spot. I have no choice but to moan from the feeling and Demon loves it. His grin widens the more I groan. After I fall apart a second time, he flips me over and starts all over again from behind. I stare off into space; my body feels distant as he uses me for his enjoyment.
Chapter 12
After using me, Demon bathes me and dries me himself with a towel. I don’t know what to do or say, so I do nothing. I let him care for me because that’s what it feels like he’s doing.
By the time he takes me back to my room, better known as my cell, Natasha is already there. I cry as I look at her as she glares at Demon securing my chains. “Hope you had a good night, girls.” He grins and locks the door behind him.
“Are you ok?” Natasha asks.
“I’ll be fine.” I quietly answer.
“What happened?” She sounds concerned and she has a reason to be.
“What do you think?” I ask sarcastically.
“Shit.” She curses. “Did he?” She struggles to ask.
“Use his favourite knife? Yes he did.” I finish.
“Fuck, when I saw you with him I was so worried.” She confesses.
“How are you?” I ask. “Last time I saw you, you were being chocked.”
“Same shit different day.” She responds and I nod, even though she can’t see me. “Let’s just take a much needed breather from this fucked up bullshit.”
“Amen.” I whisper, feeling sleepy already from all the madness and crying.
My eyes begin to flutter when I hear the click of the lock. I hear Natasha gasp and I rub the sleep from my eyes. When the door opens, I see the one and only Strike standing in the doorway, scowling down at me. He makes a beeline for me, crouching down to get right in my face.
“I’ve been hearing stories about you.” He sneers. “Seems like the good old Prez had you all to himself.”
I don’t reply, both me and Natasha stay silent.
“Don’t get used to it, little bitch.” He continues. “You prefer my cock, I know you do.”
Suddenly he yanks me up, my chains will only let me go into a standing position but that doesn’t bother him. Strike pins me up against the wall, spreading my legs with his knee. Natasha quickly follows, the light coming from outside the door letting me see the anger in her face.
“What’s the matter?” He asks Natasha. “Can’t save your girl? Too bad, you’re just goi
ng to have to watch.”
Strike struggles but he manages to get out his cock and apply a condom one handed and thrusts himself into me. I cry out in pain but he doesn’t give a shit. “You better not like Demon’s dick more than mine.” He growls, thrusting harder and harder. I look over his shoulder and find Natasha’s eyes. She gives me a smile as she stands and watches. She can’t get to me, but she still helps me. I keep eye contact with her, tears rolling down my face and hers too. Strike eventually comes, and like the gentleman he is he swings a right hook that lands on my left cheek and I slam to the floor. I hear Natasha scream and Strike tells her to shut up, leaving us alone again.
“Lauren?” She whimpers and I manage to lift my head, that punch was packing some weight. “Can you come any closer?”
I try to move but my head spins a little, eventually I make it close enough to her that she can touch me. She wraps her arms around me the best she can with her chains and kisses my forehead.
“I got you.” She whispers. “We only have each other in this shit, remember that, Lauren.”
Chapter 13
The days mix together and more men violate my body. I like to think of myself as a strong woman, but I’ve never had to cope with shit like this. Demon has often asked for me to be sent to his office where we will have sex, and with Demon I feel like it is sex. He doesn’t threaten me like the other men do, especially Strike. Speaking of Strike, he seems to have a weird jealous streak against Demon and weirdly it’s just Demon. The other members have taken me from my room, or taken a liking to me at the many parties and he doesn’t seem bothered. It’s only when Demon has me, he become scarily jealous and aggressively uses me.
Also, just like Natasha, I’ve learned to be a good little submissive and put on a face of acceptance when I’m out of the room. Only when it’s just us two, or by myself do I let my true emotions surface. I do everything at the men’s request without question and shockingly Natasha and I have become a favourite couple. The men seem to enjoy having us together and to be honest, so do I. Sure it’s weird when they want to watch us do some girl on girl, but I’d rather be with Natasha than any of them and she gives me comfort. It’s nice to have her in the room when I’m going through something horrid.
“So, Demon hasn’t asked for me since you got here.” Natasha points out as we’re sitting alone in our room.
“He did on the first day.” I remind her.
“That wasn’t sex, but I’m being serious, Lauren. Demon has only had you since you arrived. Don’t you see the danger here?” She pleads.
“Honestly? I don’t.” I reply. “Out of everyone here, he seems the better one.”
Natasha sounds as if she’s choking. “Seriously, Lauren? Are you forgetting what I told you?”
I close my eyes, because I knew this conversation was coming up. She’s been hinting around the subject for a few days. I can see where she’s coming from but I don’t see him as that bad. Yes he might have taken a liking to me, but so has Strike and out of the two I know which one I would rather spend a night with.
“What about last night?” She reminds me and I roll my eyes.
“That wasn’t a big deal.” I argue.
Last night, I was with another biker named Twist who loves to tie women up. In the middle of our time together, Demon barges in and without a word unties me and drags me away into his office.
“I disagree Lauren, you have to be careful.” She warns.
“What am I supposed to do, Natasha? I can’t tell him no, can I? What do you expect me to do?” I demand and I’m met with silence.
“I’m just worried about you.” She admits.
I reach for her hand. “I know, but I’m a big girl.”
“And it’s not just Demon.” She points out.
“I know.” I sigh. “Strike feels threatened by him I think.”
“Maybe you’re right, but I don’t like you being in the middle and being used as Strike’s personal punching bag.” I hear the worry in her voice but I just squeeze her hand. I don’t know what to tell her, because it’s true. Lately Strike loves to punch me, a lot and the last couple of times he has hit me, slapped me and whipped me as he fucks me. This is where my head fucks up because while Strike is horrible, Demon isn’t. While Demon is inside me, he’s surprisingly nice. He calls me his ‘sweet Raven’ and tells me how much of a good girl I am.
***
Later on, we get woken by the door opening as usual. I fucking hate the sound of it. Nothing good ever comes from the sound of that door opening.
“My two favourite girls,” Demon greets us, opening his arms wide. “Let’s get you out of this room for a while.”
Chopper and to my surprise Andrew, walk inside and undo our chains. They all flank us as we walk to wherever Demon is taking us, and it soon becomes clear. Demon opens a door and my heart drops. Bomber, Fury, Lethal and Strike are waiting for us. There’s a large bed in the middle of the room, no sheets on it and there’s a table in the corner with every deadly instrument imaginable. Andrew pushes me from behind. “Go on babe, get inside.”
I turn to glare at him and then take a deep breath, walking into the room. I feel all the men’s eyes on me, so I look down at the floor. Demon walks close by, tucking my hair out of my face. “What’s the matter, Raven?”
I shake my head because I haven’t got anything worthwhile to say. Which makes him proud.
“See men, she’s fucking perfect.” He slaps my arse and they all grunt their answers.
I look up and see Bomber frowning, as soon as our eyes meet he looks at the floor shaking his head. It kind of hurts me a lot seeing him in this room. Bomber strikes me as a good guy amongst all these dickheads. Why the fuck is he here?
“No wonder you two are so popular.” He beams. “Complete opposites. Raven all dark and Silver so light.”
I hate being called Raven, although weirdly it helps separate myself when I have to deal with this shit. Demon leaves me and stands by Natasha, he whispers something into her ear and she nods. As soon as she does, he has her backed up against the wall and his mouth on hers. I can’t tear my eyes from them, but Bomber blocks my view. He walks me to the wall on the other side and blocks everyone with his body, they’re all interested in the show Demon is putting on.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“I didn’t know he wanted me for this.” He whispers back. “I thought he had a job for me.”
“Well he has.” I snap. I don’t know why I’m so angry with him, he is after all a Devil’s member but he’s different. I can feel it.
“I’m going to help, but you need to bear with me.” His words shock me and I’m about to ask him what the fuck he’s talking about but Strike interrupts.
“Keeping her all to yourself, Bomb?” He asks.
“Trying to, I don’t seem to get any time with her.” Bomber replies.
“Too bad.” Strike grins and snatches me away. “Let’s watch the show.”
I try to look back at Bomber but he’s gone. I hear a loud thud and quickly turn around to see Demon has pushed Natasha to the floor. She cries out as she hits the hard floor and I go to her side but Strike stops me. I watch in horror as Demon slaps her across the face and tears fill my eyes. Strike pulls me away and backs me up, capturing my lips with his. I don’t like to kiss him. I don’t want his mouth on mine. My skin crawls, I want him off me. All I can hear is the slapping noise of Demon continuing to hit Natasha. I would love to push Strike off me and to go over to Demon and get him off Natasha, use some of his own weapons on him to teach him a lesson.
Strike moves me to the bed, lying me down on my back while Andrew and Chopper tie me down. Andrew leans over me, kissing me and stroking my hair. I move my head out of his way but I can’t move too far as I’m strapped down. Suddenly a sharp slap burns across my breasts and I scream out in pain. The men laugh at me, spurring Strike to do it again and again and I swear he gets harder every time. The stinging becomes too much and I start to c
ry. “Please stop.”
They don’t listen and if anything I think they like to hear me plead with them. Strike becomes very excited and as he usually does when he’s in this mood, he begins to punch me. Not slapping like what Demon is doing to Natasha,.Strike is full on punching me. I no longer worry about the slapping across my breasts with the belt that Chopper has taken over. No, I’m more concerned with the punches Strike is pounding on my face. I feel pressure between my open legs and then a sudden intrusion. I know it’s Andrew and I hate him even more. Not only has he sent me here, but he’s including himself in my torture.
Chapter 14
Both Natasha and I aren’t taken out of the room for a full day and I’m grateful. That night was frightening, reality has settled in and I no longer prefer Demon over Strike. I don’t like either of them.
“Natasha?” I whisper, hoping that she’s awake.
“Mmmm.” She answers.
“You know when we were in the room last night, Bomber spoke to me.” I haven’t told her what he said to me because I honestly forgot until now.
“Carry on.” She answers.
“Well, he told me to hang on and that he was trying to help.” I hear her chains rattle as she sits up.
“Fuck off.” She gasps.
“I know, I don’t know what to think.” I whisper. “Do you think he’s telling me the truth?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen him act like the rest.”
The door opening stops our conversation. I prepare myself to be taken out and badly abused again. My body hasn’t even heeled from the last time. However, I’m not taken out and neither is Natasha, instead a new girl is thrown in. Chopper literally throws her in, and she stands still while he chains her up. I hear her sobbing and my heart tugs for her. She looks very young and she doesn’t look good at all. Through the limited lighting from the doorway, I can see she has blonde hair but it’s tinted red in places and I know that’s not by choice, my gut tells me its blood.
