The Night Feeds

by Lauren Hunt

  Blaze turned around and threw a deadly glance at Pain. “Pick her up and fucking deliver her to Byron.”

  Pain went to grab me and I stepped away. “Touch me and I'll kill you. I fanned out my fingernails like the claws of a tiger. I could slash him but it wouldn't do any real damage. I wouldn't go down without a fight.

  “Fuck all of this,” Byron yelled. “You can keep the fucking whore.” Byron circled his finger in the air at the Fires of Hell. “We're out of here.” Byron began to walk away, marshaling his troops to him. They closed the back of the truck and began driving away.

  Blaze stood there between the two MCs, not knowing what to do. “Hold on, Byron, we can work this out.” Blaze turned back to Pain. “Fucking do something!”

  Pain stood there and shrugged. The trade was off. I'd finally broken the shackles of Byron.

  —

  Coal brought me back down to the basement and tied me up to the pipe. No more bathrooms and a nice comfy bed up in Pain's room. I tried asking for Pain but all I got was a grunt. Coal didn't say one word for me.

  They left me down there for days. Coal came in with water and some bread every once in awhile. I had to resort to peeing in the corner when my bladder felt like it was about to burst. The stench of urine was overwhelming and made me vomit a couple times. I was glad there wasn't a mirror down here so I didn't have to see what I had become.

  But I had no regrets about my decision. Byron was a monster and I'd no doubt be in a worse situation if I went back to him.

  Blaze came downstairs instead of Coal, holding a water bottle and a piece of bread. His nose upturned at the smell of the basement. I wanted him to puke in front of me so I could laugh in his face. Blaze tossed the water and bread at my feet. The grumbling of my stomach echoed against the cement walls. I wanted to dive head first into the food and swallow it whole to calm my belly. But I didn't want to look weak in front of my captor.

  Blaze kneeled down in front of me, taking care to not step in my pee. “After the little stunt you pulled, I was going to kill you and send you to Byron. But it seems that Pain has taken a liking to you.”

  My face lit up at his name. Even though he hadn't come down to visit me, I knew Pain was torn up inside. He was trying to protect me even when the entire Devil's Hellions MC wanted me dead.

  Blaze opened the water bottle and took a sip. “But don't think for a second that we're going to let you go. You messed up things big time and I won't forget it. I'm going to let you rot down here until we can figure out a use to you. In the meantime, I might just let each member go a couple rounds with you.” Blaze let his index finger trail down the side of my cheek. I wasn't going to let him see me squirm. “Then after you've been pounded into submission, when you know there's nothing left in this world. I'll fuck every hole of yours until your mind is lost and you can't even remember your own name.”

  I wanted to spit in his face like I did that first time but it would only result in another huge bruise on my face. Blaze laughed and stood up, rubbing his crotch in front of me. I kept my mouth shut and tried not to think about his threats. Pain would never let that happen. Would he?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Pain

  Emily had fucked up big time. Why did she have to be so goddamn stubborn? And why did I have to be so fucking attracted to those huge, real tits of hers? My cock was getting hard at just the thought of sucking on her nipples, squeezing her breasts until she cried out. My balls were full of hot coals and the only way to take away the hurt was to unload into some chick.

  I needed to keep my mind off Emily. She had been locked down in the basement for three days now, probably cursing my name. I did my best to stop Blaze from killing her. But what comes next could be even worse. Emily will wish she was dead after the entire Devil's Hellions MC takes her against her will. I'll be powerless to stop it unless I want to join her six feet under in an unmarked grave.

  I hopped on my red Softail and left a trail of dust behind at the MC. The only way to get Emily off my mind was to drown my raging boner into another chick's wet pussy. The perfect place to do that was the Kitty Ranch off Interstate 8.

  Tater and I went there about once a month to let off some steam and get our dicks wet. The whores there were good looking and begging to be fucked. Or at least willing to do anything for some cash. My favorite was China Doll—some prostitute imported from China or Korea. Her long black hair and perky tits were almost too perfect. She didn't speak much English which made it easier to go straight to the fucking. The way she could contort her body ran shivers down my spine. She'd be the perfect piece of ass to replace Emily with.

  Tater loved big girls. And Kitty Ranch knew how to fulfill any man's desire. Tater was a large boy himself and you'd think there'd be no girl bigger than that. But Helga was. She was like a beached whale with gigantic tits that could crush a man if used the wrong way. She had so many folds I'm surprised anyone could find her pussy. Tater told me he wanted to take here away from there someday but I always told him it'd be too expensive to rent a crane to carry her out.

  I drove down Interstate 8, the roads empty, the wind blowing hard. Today was the perfect day for riding. And the perfect day to fuck. I hadn't had anyone since that crazy night with Emily and my cock was about ready to explode in my pants. I thought about sneaking into the basement and taking her on the cold cement but it wasn't worth the risk of getting caught. Being tortured to death by my own brothers wasn't worth any pussy. Not even if it was the tightest and sweetest-tasting cunt ever.

  The Kitty Ranch emerged on the horizon and the heat waves bounced off the hot asphalt. China Doll was about to get the fuck of her life and Emily would become just a distant memory. I pulled into the parking lot and turned off my bike, unsnapping my helmet and placing it on the seat. The large white mansion reminded me of a plantation house from New Orleans—a very odd building to see in the middle of the desert. The bright neon Kitty Ranch sign blinked, trying to get the attention of any passersby.

  The girls lined up before me, half-naked, wearing bikinis and lingerie. All shapes and sizes were accounted for. Helga stood at the far end, her massive mammaries bulging out of a pink silk nightie. My cock would get lost in that cleavage and I'd never be able to find it again.

  My eyes went down the line of hookers until they landed on China Doll. She was completely naked but her long black hair cascaded over her chest, covering up her breasts. China's hard nipples poked through the waterfall of hair and her big black bush was trimmed into a nice triangular hedge.

  I pointed to China and she blew a kiss at me. Her entire pale-skinned body would be plastered with my cum soon enough.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Emily

  How long were they going to keep me locked up in this dark basement? The urge to pee again was killing me and only the desperate pang for hunger could keep my mind off my bladder. Pain still hadn't visited me since the meet with Byron and I was beginning to think that he was never going to come. So fuck him. I didn't need that bastard to save me. I could figure out a way by myself.

  I checked the zip tie around my hands that was connected to a long horizontal pipe. I could move side-to-side across the basement which made going to the bathroom a lot easier. The zip tie wasn't going to break and my sore wrists could attest to that. The rusty pipe looked so brittle on the outside but no amount of kicking or hitting could break it. My willpower was waning.

  Why couldn't Byron be a normal brother? Why did he have to be such an asshole? He was so nice when we were kids until he joined the Fires of Hell. Everything changed after that. My adopted parents wanted nothing to do with Byron and I didn't see him around much during my last couple years of high school. When I asked to move in with him before starting college, I thought things would go back to the way they were. But I was sorely mistaken.

  Footsteps at the top of the stairs brought a glimmer of hope that it might be Pain. My hopes were dashed when Coal came clambering down with the same old water and bre
ad. He tossed them at my feet with a smile. I didn't care anymore about trying to stay strong in front of my captors. They barely fed me and my stomach was imploding on itself. I snatched the stale bread from the cold floor and inhaled it whole.

  “Hungry, are you?” Coal said, kneeling down in front of me. I tried to ignore him, drinking from the water bottle to wash the rock down my throat. His smile stretched into a devious grin. Coal's index finger touched my leg and ran up my thigh. “You're kinda pretty.”

  My leg recoiled in horror. “Don't fucking touch me.”

  “Oh come on now.” Coal's hand returned to my bare leg. “I think the two of us can have a little fun.” Coal stood up and unzipped his jeans slowly. His penis was small, skinny, and shriveled. It would be a miracle if he could perform with that. “I bet those lips of yours would feel mighty nice on my snake.”

  The thought of doing anything with Coal made me want to gag. “I'll fucking bite it off if you put that thing anywhere near me.”

  That didn't stop him. Coal licked his lips and ran his hand up my skirt. “Just play nice. This could feel good for both of us.” His finger reached my underwear and Coal closed his eyes, moaning to himself.

  Now was my chance.

  I reeled my left leg in and pushed out with every ounce of strength I had left. My foot connected with Coal's face, sending him flying back. His body made a thud against the cement. I thought he was knocked out until he groaned and rolled over, holding his hand to his face.

  “Now what the fuck was that?” he yelled. Coal checked his hand for blood and found none. “I was gonna to take it easy on you. But now you've asked for it.”

  Coal grabbed my thighs and spread my legs wide. I struggled against his grip, kicking and screaming. “Get the fuck off me!” Coal just laughed as he ripped my panties clean off. I tried to pull on the rusty pipe that my zip tie was connected to but it wouldn't budge.

  Coal's nasty dick was only a foot away from entering me. His eyes were empty and cold. I couldn't do anything to stop it.

  “Get the fuck off her,” a voice said from behind Coal. Pain came out of nowhere and grabbed Coal's hair, dragging him away from me.

  Coal was on his knees. “What the fuck are you doing, Pain? You don't own her!”

  Pain didn't reply and instead punched Coal straight in the face. Coal spit out blood and lunged at Pain, knocking him over. I heard the crack of Pain's skull as it hit the basement floor. Coal jumped on top of Pain and choked him with both hands.

  Pain was dazed from the crash against his head. He needed my help. I called out to him to fight back but he couldn't hear me. I tried to bargain with Coal to not kill him. Told him he could have me as much as he wanted if he spared Pain's life. But Coal was too far gone. His anger had taken over and nothing could stop his rage.

  I pulled as hard as I could on the rusty pipe, my wrists bleeding as the zip tie dug into my skin. The pipe finally broke in two pieces, freeing me. I gripped the pipe like a baseball bat and flew at Coal. I never played any sports in school and never even held a bat before. But I had been to a few games. It couldn't be that hard. I swung the pipe at Coal's head, hitting him directly in the temple. A spray of blood shot out in a wide arc behind him.

  Home run!

  Coal's body went loose and he toppled over. Pain gasped for air, holding his red-marked neck. He looked over at Coal, checking his mouth for any breath. “You fucking killed him,” he said.

  I dropped the pipe and it made a clang as it hit the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Holy shit. I didn't know what to do. He was going to kill you.” Pain got up and wrapped his arms around me. “I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come down and stop him.”

  Pain told me be to be quiet as he pet my hair. His strong embrace calmed me down a little. My nose was running and I wiped it with my arm. “What are we going to do now?” I asked.

  Pain ran his fingers through his hair and inspected Coal. “I have no fucking clue. The MC is going to crucify us both if they find his body.”

  I put my hand on Pain's shoulder. There had to be a way out of this. “What if we sneak his body out and bury him somewhere? They'll think he's gone missing.”

  Pain shook his head. “Too many guys upstairs. No way we get out of here without being seen.”

  “Then you tell them it was all me. I tried to escape, killed Coal, and you stopped me.” I didn't want to sacrifice myself but it was better than both of us going down for the crime.

  Pain took my hands in his. “I won't feed you to the dogs. I'll take on this whole MC if I have to.”

  I wanted to kiss him so hard right then. Pain looked so stoic. A real hero.

  Gunshots boomed upstairs. My whole body shivered with fear. I grabbed onto Pain tight, my fingers clenching his leather cut.

  Pain whipped out his pistol and checked the magazine. “You stay down here. I'm going to check it out.”

  I couldn't let go of Pain. He was the only one that could protect me. Who knows what awaited him upstairs. More gunshots went off. “Don't leave me alone down here.”

  Pain pried my fingers off his cut and lowered me down until I sat back in my old spot in the basement. “I can't afford you getting hurt. Stay here and don't make a sound. I'll come back to you...I promise.”

  I believed him.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Pain

  My body was still shocked from the fight with Coal when the gunshots went off upstairs. If I had actually gone through with fucking China Doll then I would have never made it in time to save Emily. I did my best to calm Emily down and made sure my Remington was still loaded. Coal was dead and the MC was going to destroy us for it. More shots rang off. Probably a shotgun. I could hear some yelling but couldn't make anything out. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

  I made my way slowly up the stairs, my gun drawn and pointed at the door above me. This had to be Byron hitting us. I gave Emily one last look before ascending—a look that confirmed that she was safe and everything was going to be fine. I'd never let any harm come to her.

  The door at the top of the stairs was slightly ajar. My gun poked through the crack, swinging the door open. A Mexican dressed in a Death Merchants cut was pointing a gun at one of my brothers on the ground. E-Z was full of holes, his blood pouring out. I opened fire on the Mexican, unloading my entire clip, yelling E-Z's name. Bullets screamed through the air hitting the Mexican in the chest and head, chunks of brain and skull scattering like confetti. He dropped to the ground next to E-Z with a blank stare.

  I ran to E-Z's side but it was too late. His white wife-beater was stained red and his eyes were glazed over. There was no time to grieve. I stepped over the bodies of a few prospects and hookers as I reloaded my Remington. The bar looked like a horror scene—Cash was slumped over the bar amid broken glass, a big hole in his head. I walked outside to see Blaze laying in the dirt clutching his chest. Two Mexicans on bikes rode off, spiting dust behind them. I fired as many shots as I could before they were out of view. I looked to my bike and then back at Blaze. I still had time to catch up to the Mexicans.

  I kneeled down next to Blaze and put pressure on his chest. He coughed up blood, trying to speak. “Pain...”

  “Don't speak, Blaze. I need to get an ambulance.” My hands were slipping on his chest from all the blood. He wasn't going to last much longer.

  Blaze shook his head. He whispered but I couldn't hear him. I leaned down and put my ear to his lips. “It's too late for me.” His words were barely audible. “Don't let those fucking wetbacks get away with this.”

  I looked into Blaze's eyes and nodded. “They'll all die by my hands.” Blaze's breathing stopped with a gasp and his hand relaxed and fell into the dirt. I stood up and dropped my gun, my fingers numb from shock. The Mexicans had completely decimated us.

  I went back into the MC to find Tater and Tank covering the dead bodies with blankets. The police would be here soon. “What the fuck happened?” I asked.

  Tater sh
rugged his shoulders and sighed. “The Mexicans came out of nowhere. We didn't even have a chance.” Tater pointed to one of the dead bodies. “I took one of them down but there were too many of them.”

  Tank balled his hands into fists. “Where's the Prez? We need to hit them back right now.”

  There was no getting around it. “Prez is dead. E-Z is dead. Cash is gone...Coal is dead.”

  Tater began to shake. “Holy fuck...We're the only ones left.”

  “What the fuck are we going to do?” Tank asked.

  I shook my head. “I have no fucking clue. All I know is that the Mexicans need to pay for this.”

  “Think the Blacks hired them for revenge?” Tater said.