Crucify Thy Demons: Snakes Henchmen MC

by Grayson, Alivia

  You can’t force someone to be with you. It doesn’t make that person love you. It makes them resent you. Unless they really do love you and want you to fight for them. Trust me; I would have fought for Marley to the death. However, if she’d come to me and told me wholeheartedly that she didn’t want to be with me, that she loved doctor dickhead too much to walk away from him, then I would’ve let her go.

  She wouldn’t have taken my daughter from me, but I would have let her go.

  She chose me, however, and there is nothing in this world, I won’t do to keep her. Marley is mine, the love of my fucking life, soon-to-be, my wife, and I hate that she’s upset like this.

  “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.”

  “I didn’t mean to hurt him, Roman. He was always good to me in his own way, but he’s changed. I thought he’d understand. I was stupid.”

  “You’re not stupid, Marley.”

  “I won’t feel guilty for loving you, Roman. You are everything to me. You’re my soulmate, and I know we’re meant to be. I knew it all those time you came to the cabin just to check on me.”

  I smile and kiss her head. “I couldn’t keep away from you, Marley. Just being near you made me a better man.”

  I groan as she kisses my neck, her hand sliding to my cheek as she lifts to look at me. She may have been crying, but I see the desire for me in her eyes, and my fucking cock is straining against my zipper.

  “I need you, Roman. I’ve never needed anyone this much in my life.”

  “I’m right here, baby girl.”

  “Touch me. Please, touch me.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

  I yank Marley to her feet and strip her the fuck out of her clothes. I’m on my knees, tugging her panties down her legs. I can smell her arousal, and it makes my mouth water. My lips attack her thigh, the tip of my tongue drags along her inner thigh. I need to taste her so badly; I can feel the ache in my balls.

  I part her legs enough for my tongue to reach her sopping wet cunt. Fuck, she tastes amazing, always does. “Roman,” She groans, “Baby, don’t tease me.” Her hands clutch my hair, pushing my face into her.

  I latch onto her clit, sucking hard as she screams for me to do so. I slip two fingers into her tight cunt, fucking her fast and hard, sucking ’til she’s screaming and coming so hard her little body is shaking forcefully. I pull my fingers from her body, and she falls to her knees in front of me. I smile to myself as I hold her.

  Marley is quiet for a moment as she comes down from her high. She came fucking hard. She groans and kisses my chest, and then attacks my lips. I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she’s insatiable.

  “Take your clothes off. I want to suck your monster cock,” I growl as Marley rubs my erection through my jeans. Fuck this, she wants to suck my dick, then who the fuck am I to stop her?

  I get to my feet, my clothes coming off as fast as I can strip them. Marley grabs the waistband of my boxers and yanks them down so quickly it’s almost violent. She’s salivating as she grabs my cock.

  Fuck me, I’ve never had a woman suck my cock the way Marley is right now. I’m almost at the back of her throat, and I’m struggling not to blow my fucking load already. My head falls back, my hands in Marley’s hair, guiding her around me. She flattens her tongue on the underside of my shaft, twisting it. “Fuck, baby, that feels so fuckin’ good!” She hums around me, and it vibrates right to my head.

  As much as I want to pull Marley away from me, not wanting to come in her mouth, I don’t think I can stop this. From the way she’s sucking me like a damn vacuum, I’d say she wants me to come in her mouth.

  “Baby, I’m at my limit here. I’m gonna come!” Marley moans around my cock, and the vibrations of it send me right over the edge. I’m shooting off down her throat so hard I see fucking stars!

  I put one hand around Marley’s throat, stroking my thumb up and down her neck, feeling her swallow my cum, every last fucking drop.

  I pull myself out of Marley’s mouth and drag her to her feet. My chest is heaving like crazy. My eyes drop to her mouth as she licks her lips seductively. Fuck, she’s come out of her shell since she gave herself to me.

  “Roman...” Is all Marley gets out of her slutty mouth before I kiss the shit out of her. I’m rock hard already. Grabbing Marley’s right leg, I wrap it around my waist, my cock sliding along her soaked pussy. She’s so fucking wet the tip of my cock slips inside her.

  Her head falls back, hands wrapped tightly around my neck, and her hips rocking into me, so hard I’m inside her without warning. We both cry out at the sensation. “Fuck, Marley!”

  “Roman, fuck me!” I grab her left leg and hoist her the fuck up. Both legs lock around my waist, and I fuck her right where we stand. Her ass in my hands, I push as deep as I can go, and she’s fucking screaming my name and how good this feels.

  I grab the back of Marley’s head, bringing her mouth down to mine. She clutches the back of my head, both our foreheads touching as she fucks the shit out of my cock. I’m pounding into her, fucking her as hard as she’s fucking me, and it isn’t long before she’s coming on my dick, calling out to the heaven’s as she does.

  I pull out of her and drop her to her knees. I can’t come inside her; it’s too soon to get her pregnant again. “I’m gonna come all over your beautiful tits.”

  “Do it, Roman. Come on my tits!” I jerk my dick until I’m exploding all over Marley’s pert tits, my head, thrown back, and I’m coming so hard.

  Marley giggles, looking up at me as she swipes my cum from her chest with her fingertips and brings them to her lips, sucking them, tasting my cum like it’s the best damn thing she’s ever had in her mouth.

  Marley gets to her feet, arms slung around my neck, and she kisses me. “When do we have to collect Romany?”

  I look at the clock beside our bed. “Hour or so.”

  “Good. I want you to fuck me again, big man.” She’s going to kill me. I’ve created a monster. But damn if I don’t fuckin’ love it!

  I do fuck her again, and again and again. Needless to say, we’re late collecting our daughter.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Marley

  There are sometimes, even to this day, where I dream about my time with Bulldog. Don’t get me wrong I don’t want to dream about it, but those nightmares have me waking up screaming terrified screams. I feel locked in the horror and can’t shake it for long moments after.

  It’s not like he was ever nice to me. The nightmares had begun to ease in the first few weeks of Romany’s life. Roman always seemed to be able to chase those dreams away just by lying beside me. However, when he moved out, even though my time was filled with other things, I couldn’t stop the nightmares resurfacing.

  It isn’t just Bulldog I see in those dreams it’s the whole club and what they each did to me in turn. Take Inferno – the man was a fire starter – for example. He’d singlehandedly murdered six people and taken their 1.2 million dollar stash of pure heroin. I’d never seen Bulldog so proud of one of his men before.

  They drank late into the night, smoked pot, snorted coke, fucked the whores of the club. All but Inferno, he’d earned the right to choose any girl in the place for his own. Inferno would be able to keep the girl for the following two days, his to do whatever he wanted with her.

  I belonged to Bulldog, and I knew he wouldn’t hand me over. He wouldn’t because he’d want to celebrate, and that meant using me like a whore for himself, so I wasn’t worried. I was stupid not to worry.

  ‘You sure I can choose any bitch in the place, Prez?’ I remember Inferno saying.

  ‘Just pick already before I change my mind!’

  Inferno’s eyes hadn’t left me. I was scared. I knew what was about to happen. The man was possibly the biggest man I’d ever seen in my life. Six-nine, and built like the Hulk. That’s the only way I can describe his size. His eyes were as black as his skin, and his face was scarred. He was the scariest thing I’d ever seen.


  Bulldog’s eyes followed Inferno’s, a smirk creeping across his face as he told the big man to take me, he’d earned the privilege. I was so scared that I almost peed myself right there. I didn’t want to go, but Bulldog grabbed me and told me, ‘You be good to my friend, little girl. Don’t even think about saying no. Don’t act out in front of him, or I’ll make sure you don’t fuckin’ sit down for a month!’

  He said nothing else, just pushed me toward Inferno. Inferno grabbed me, a mean sneer on his face, and he dragged me to his room.

  Inferno forced me to go down on him the very second he locked the door. He choked me, beat me, and fucked me so many times, in so many ways, I literally had no clue who I was by the end of it.

  There were times after that day that I just went about my days in a haze. Sometimes I’d wish for Bulldog to give me something to block out the world, a drug that would take me out of my head so I wouldn’t have to deal with the here and now. Something to block out the hell he put me through. However, he wouldn’t so much as give me an aspirin. He would laugh at me and say it was more fun to watch me suffer sober.

  Bulldog would pass me around his club like a doll, free to do whatever his men wanted to me. He’d even pass me around rival clubs as part of deals he’d make with them. Not all of those men were vile to me, but some would fuck me in ways it doesn’t bear thinking about.

  Of all the men who fucked me, beat me, chained me up, and used me for their own sick pleasure, none were as bad as my tormentor.

  Bulldog once raped me violently from behind, my hair wrapped around one hand, and a hunting knife pressed against my throat with the other. He laughed and told me not to move my head an inch or the blade would slit my throat. How could I not move when he was fucking me so hard?

  I tried to close my mind off to what was happening like I had many times before, but this time was just so different, so scary. There are just no words to describe the fear inside of me that day. Tears fell from my eyes like a waterfall, and despair filled me. I knew at that moment; I would one day meet my end because of that man.

  Bulldog didn’t cut my throat, but once he’d finished raping me, he pulled out of me and came all over my ass like a whore. He then flipped me over onto my back, forcing me to lie flat. My heart pounded wildly, eyes wide as I watch this vile, drug fulled biker lean over me with a smirk on his face as he trailed the tip of that knife over my stomach.

  ‘If you scream, I’ll kill you.’ That’s what Bulldog said to me right before he cut into me. Oh, god, the pain. It seared through me at a million miles per hour. However, I didn’t scream, although I had my eyes shut tight, swallowing hard repeatedly as I sweat profusely.

  That day, it was only one cut — one large wound from my rib cage to my stomach that needed multiple stitches. Bulldog never allowed me to get any. I had to improvise to keep the wound clean so that it would heal. The scar I bear there is still thick and long, and the skin bumpy because of not being sewn up. The scar will always be hideous thanks to that man.

  After that day, Bulldog would cut me often. Sometimes little nicks, other times big long slashes, back and front. I became a used up, scarred toy, who had to teach herself to fly outside her body to get through the torture.

  I’d been with Bulldog for fourteen months before he took things a little too far. It had been a particularly hard week. Bulldog had taken so many sexual enhancement drugs that it seemed he’d been fucking me for days nonstop. I was physically and emotionally drained, and I could hardly lift my head, never mind sit up.

  However, one night, he was beating me to the point I thought I would die. I even thought for a moment that it would be easier if I did. I lay there as he punched me over and over, and I felt that if I just let go, everything would be better. I’d be free from the hell, and I’d be at peace.

  However, something inside me, maybe the strange voice who told me not to give up, made me snap out of it. I don’t remember how, but I managed to get away from Bulldog. I ran through the clubhouse, naked as the day I was born. Every single person in that place had seen me naked more times than I could count. Not one of them batted an eyelid upon seeing me like that. I thought that I could get out of the door and keep running. In reality, I knew one of them would have stopped me before I got to the gate, I knew they were giving me false hope that I’d get away, that I could finally be safe.

  I should have known better, but when you’re that exhausted, that ill from the beatings, the rapes, the torture, your mind snaps and you think of nothing but surviving. I wanted to escape, even if I didn’t think I’d make it one more day.

  Bulldog shot me that day. He casually walked out of the clubhouse doors, cocked his gun, aimed and pulled the trigger. I don’t remember the feeling of that bullet hitting me in my side. I don’t remember falling to the ground, but I do remember waking up in Bulldog’s room. He was staring down at me; his eyes fixed on my face.

  I couldn’t move. I seemed to be paralyzed. I just stared at Bulldog, wondering why the hell I was still alive. What kind of cruel joke was it that I would survive a bullet only to be further tortured? Bulldog told me that I was a silly girl, that he’d shot me as punishment for running from him, but there was no way he’d let me leave even in death. I belonged to him, and he’d never let me go.

  No matter what Bulldog did to me after that day, I knew I had to keep fighting to get away from there. I’d stopped thinking about Marcus, stopped wondering about my mother, I’d even stopped hating my father. There was no room in my life for what if. I just needed to gain my strength and get the hell away from those monsters.

  I’d even lost my fear of the men of the club. They did what they wanted to me, no matter what I did to try and stop them. It was easier for me to just go along with it, so they didn’t hurt me any worse. I’d figured out long ago that they beat me the way they did so I wouldn’t have the strength to run from them. I knew, however, that I had to keep trying. If I wanted to live, and I did, then I had to keep fighting.

  It wasn’t until Bulldog was shot in a raid that I managed to get out of that clubhouse and run for my life. Everyone was too busy rushing around trying to fix their Prez to notice me slip out the door. I had no shoes on my feet, and I was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a tank top. I wasn’t even wearing a bra, but I didn’t care, I just wanted out. My heart pounded, and my stomach turned over violently, but I didn’t hesitate once.

  I knew Bulldog would send for me, even with a bullet wound he’d want me to ride him, to be his little whore. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before, but I wasn’t waiting around for that to happen. There was one thing I did before I left that shit hole prison. I snuck into the vault in the basement. The place the club kept their guns and ammo, their drugs and their money. I grabbed a couple of stacks of cash, tucked it into my jeans, pulled the hem of my top over it, and I ran.

  I knew if they caught me, they’d kill me this time, not only for trying to leave but for stealing from them. I laughed to myself when I managed to get out of the gate without being seen. I have no idea why I laughed, but I couldn’t stop myself. I kept to the shadows and the trees so I wouldn’t easily be detected, and I managed to walk to the nearest town where I bought a pair of boots and a jacket. I then purchased a car for $300 from an older woman who was selling it cheap. It was nothing special, an old Toyota, but it got me where I needed to be.

  In a panic, I drove to the nearest Walmart and purchased enough food to last a week, some essentials, and enough clothes and underwear for two weeks. That’s all I needed. I had no idea where I was going; I just knew I had to get there.

  I drove for miles, an hour or so before I realized I didn’t have much gas in the car. The thing seemed to eat it up — just my luck. I turned down a long dusty lane, that’s when I spotted the cabin in the woods. I couldn’t get to it by car, so I parked beyond the trees, so the car was hidden, then I walked the five minutes to the cabin.

  I broke in, took a look around, and realized it indeed was abandoned
. Then I began to think I could really live here for a while, just until I figured out what to do next. For the first time in a long time, I thought about Marcus and getting home to him. However, I soon shot that down. He wouldn’t want me now, not looking the way I did.

  I smiled as I took a look at my new home. I felt so lucky because the place had everything I needed to be comfortable for a while. Hell, I would have found a shed comfortable after the prison I’d lived in for so long.

  The cabin was dusty, but nothing I couldn’t fix. The bedroom had a bed and a dresser, which would come in handy. The bathroom had a toilet and a shower cubicle, and God knows I was looking forward to taking a shower in peace. Not having to worry about someone barging in and attacking me would be heaven. The living room had a dusty sofa, some old books on a shelf that I could read, and a rug by the open fire, a fire that would need cleaning. I knew not to lite it and kill myself because the flue was blocked.

  I looked in the kitchen and found a stove, a fridge, and even a washing machine. I had no idea if any of it worked, I know the lights didn’t, but right then, I didn’t give a damn. All I wanted was to be safe for a while. I could make the cabin my home; I knew I could.

  I went back to my car and dragged my shopping back to the house. I then spent hours cleaning the place to make it a home. I found a little utility cupboard next to the bathroom. It had a broom, a vacuum, a mop and bucket, things like that inside. Once the place looked decent enough just for then, I went out back and found the generator. I flipped it on, came inside, and found everything worked!

  I swear to God, I felt like someone was watching over me that day, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying in relief. I went through the cabin with the vacuum and sucked up all the dust before jumping in my new shower and scrubbing myself clean. I’d never felt so happy to be free as I did that day.

  Over the next few days, I went out and picked up more supplies, blankets, pillows, towels, mattress cover, throws for my couch, new plates, cups, etc. I managed to unblock the chimney so that I could light a fire if and when it got cold out. I’d brought enough canned food to last me months. I would never starve, that’s for sure. Plus, I knew I could grow my own vegetables, I’d sorted my little garden and planted the seeds for such. I’d stolen enough money from Bulldog to last me a while. I knew I’d be all right.