Gravel (MC Biker Romance) (19 page)

“Look at that ripe ass,” Shark said
as he slapped it hard and then gripped it with his meaty hand.

“Please untie my hands,” I said.

“And why would we do a thing like
that?” Rip laughed.

“I have to pee,” I said. It was the
truth. I hadn’t asked to use the bathroom the entire day.

It was quiet for a second, and then
I felt someone pull the jacket off my shoulders and rip the duct tape from
around my wrists.

“We’ll be
watchin
’
you,” Rip said. “Leave the door open.”

Grateful to be unrestrained and
able to walk freely for two point five seconds, I stood up and walked to the
bathroom, taking my sweet time. I left the door open a crack and unzipped my
jeans. I sat down on the toilet and nothing happened.

“I thought you had to piss,” Shark
yelled. “I don’t hear
nothin
’.
”

“I do,” I yelled back. “Not used to
pissing with an audience.”

I closed my eyes and tried to block
them out. Soon enough a steady stream escaped me, and I couldn’t help but feel
relieved in more than once sense of the word. I shuddered to think what they
would’ve done to me had they thought I was lying.

“Feel better?” Rip asked as I
emerged.

I nodded.

“Sit down,” Shark commanded as he
pointed to a chair in the far corner of the room that just so happened to be
away from the door.

I glanced at the clock on the
nightstand which
read six in the evening. Apparently I had
slept the day away in the back of the truck. It made me wonder if they somehow
drugged me because I didn’t know how else all that time would go missing. My
stomach rumbled, but I tried to ignore it.

“I’m going to go get us a case,”
Rip said as he stood up and jingled his keys. “Be right back.”

Shark and I spent the next ten
minutes in sheer silence, his menacing stares trying to intimidate me. I tried
to ignore him, but I couldn’t help feeling his eyes scanning all over my body.
I wanted to physically unpeel his eyes from me, but all I could do was not show
him that it bothered me.

Rip returned with a case of beer
and a plastic bag full of snacks. He poured his haul out all over the table,
and from across the room I spied cookies, potato chips,
granola
bars, trail mix, and powdered donuts. It was pure junk, but in that moment it
was nothing but food to me. I wanted it. I hadn’t eaten in almost twenty-four
hours.

Shark reached down and ripped open
the package of donuts, shoving them back one by one with powdered sugar falling
all over his shirt and sticking to his mustache. He looked so disgusting when
he ate that it almost made me lose my appetite.

“You want some of this?” Rip
laughed as he noticed me eyeing the spread on the table.

I nodded. It was almost
instinctual.

“You’ve got to earn your keep
then,” he said.

“What do you want me to do?” I
asked, trying to swallow the vomit that wanted to come up my throat.

A sinister grin covered both of
their faces simultaneously, and Shark repositioned himself in his chair as if
to get comfortable. Rip chugged his beer and
belched
as he looked me up and down.

“Stand up,” Rip said, belching
again. “Turn around. Let me get a good, long, hard look at
ya
.”

I stood up from my chair and spun
around as slowly as possible.

“Nice,” Rip said.

“Take off that top and show us
those
titties
,” Shark said as he rubbed the growing
bulge in his pants.

I closed my eyes and tried to fight
back tears. I had done this type of thing before for other guys in the Black
Ice gang. I knew I could do it again. Being objectified was nothing new to me.

I pulled my tank top over my head.
I was still in my pajamas from the night before, so I was braless. My nipples
perked up and pointed straight out, and instinctually I covered my breasts with
my arms.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Shark said.
“Put your arms down, bitch. We want to get a good look at those things.”

“So that’s what Raze Northcutt’s
been plowing,” Rip said as he cracked a fresh beer. “Does he
titty
fuck
ya
?”

“No,” I said.

One thing was for sure though. Rip
had just confirmed what I had suspected – this was between them and
Raze
. It wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about the fight the
other night at the bar. It was about the Black Ice versus the Marquis Devils. I
was nothing more than a pawn in their sick, twisted game.

I wanted to yell at them. To tell
them they wouldn’t get away with this. I wanted to tell them that Raze would be
after them soon enough and would make them pay, but the truth was, I didn’t
know if any of that would do me a damn bit of good. Who knew where Raze was or
how on earth he’d even find me. I had to be a good sport, at least for now,
because I had no idea what these men were capable of just yet or what this was
really about.

“Take those pants off and show us
what you’re
workin
’ with,” Rip sneered as his eyes
traveled to my lower region.

I slipped my finger into the
waistband of
my of
yellow pajama pants and tugged them
down. I was completely naked and on display for those heathens.

Rip brushed his fingers across his
scratchy beard, making a scraping noise as he licked his chops. He tossed back
the rest of his second beer and cracked a third. I hadn’t been keeping track of
how much Shark was drinking, but judging by the amount of beer cans sitting
around the table, they were on the same track.

Shark’s eyelids were a little
droopy. I could tell
he
was
nearly
two sheets to the wind,
but they both seemed to have plenty of life left
in them. I was hoping they’d pass out before it got any further, but my hopes
were dashed as soon as Rip started unbuckling his pants.

“Get over here, bitch,” he said.
“Suck my dick.”

I walked over as their eyes were
glued to my naked body and got down on my knees. His cock was a little on the
smaller side, much to my relief, and I wanted to puke at the thought of putting
him in my mouth. I had to do what I had to do though.

I gripped the shaft and put my warm
mouth over the tip of his cock. It was already as hard as it was going to get,
I’d determined, which was a good thing.

“Ah, yeah, suck that dick,” Rip
moaned as my head bobbed up and down.

I hoped the faster I’d go, the
sooner he’d cum, so I tried to give him a Grade A, top-notch
blow
job
. I sucked, licked, and stroked his cock as if it were made of pure
gold.

“Save some of that shit for me,”
Shark slurred his words. “Don’t use up all your good stuff on that rat
bastard.”

“Aw, shut the fuck up,” Rip
snorted. “I’m taking my sweet as time with this. This is some good shit here.”

For a moment, I thought all of my
efforts were in
vain
until I felt his cock start to
throb and pulse. I knew it would be any second now. Within seconds, just as I’d
predicted, he had exploded in my mouth. I could feel Rip’s hot, sticky seed
running down the back of my throat as it squirted uncontrollably, and I tried
to swallow it all at once.

I sat back and wiped my mouth,
looking up at Rip. An eerie smile spread across his face as he leaned back and
shoved his now flaccid cock back in his pants, zipping them up.

“My turn,” Shark said as he
unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock. He was much bigger than Rip, but
not nearly any record breaking size.

I took a deep breath and walked
over to Shark, bracing myself on his knees as I lowered myself to mine. I
reminded myself that it would all be over soon enough, and I took comfort in
knowing that if Raze ever got to me, these guys would have it coming to them. I
had no idea what Raze would do to them, but I knew he was capable of a lot of
things I didn’t like thinking about.

I grabbed the shaft of Shark’s dick
and inserted the round, mushroom-shaped head into my mouth. I heard him gasp
and felt him lean back a little in his seat to get comfortable. I lowered my
head up and down slowly at first, then working my way to a faster pace. I spit
on him a few times to get some good wetness going as my mouth had tried up from
sucking Rip’s cock a few minutes earlier.

“Ah, we’ve got a dirty girl here,”
Shark smirked.

“A regular porn star,” Rip replied.
“I like that.”

“This bitch knows what she’s doing.
I’ll give her that,” Shark said.

“Yes. Yes, she does,”
Rip
replied with a sick satisfaction in his tone. “Might
have to get me some seconds.”

I tried to tune them out. I knew
the little game they were playing. They were trying to break me down and make
me weak. They wanted me to feel less than human. They wanted me to know they
were in control.

I closed my eyes and continued
sucking Shark’s throbbing dick. I used the same tricks I used on Rip, and I
knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he’d be
cumming
all over my mouth.

“Oh, god,” Shark cried out as he
gripped the handles of his chair.

I felt his cock pulsing and soon he
was spraying his load down the back of my throat. He came way more than Rip
did, and he tasted much saltier than Rip. I almost gagged when I got a taste of
the thick liquid, but I forced myself to swallow it all. Knowing those
assholes, they’d probably make me lick it up if I missed a single drop.

After I took my final swallow, I
leaned back on my knees and pushed myself to a standing position. I was
relieved to have it over and done with, and my eyes inadvertently moved to the
smorgasbord of junk food spread over the table.

“Ah, you hungry now, girl?” Rip
asked, as if I were some kind of animal. “That cum didn’t fill
ya
up enough? We’ve got plenty more where that came from.”

Shark zipped up his pants, grabbed
a bag of potato chips and hurled them at me. I caught them and took them back
across the room to my chair, ripping the bag open like I hadn’t eaten in days.
Not being able to eat, even just for twenty-four hours, had made me want food
even more. I tried to munch on the chips as quietly as possible. I didn’t want
them to get annoyed and take them away from me.

I didn’t even think about the fact
that I was still naked. In that moment, though, it didn’t matter. I just needed
some sort of sustenance. I’d worry about my clothes later.

When my hand reached into the bag a
few minutes later and found nothing but some measly crumbs in the bottom, I
realized I’d devoured the entire thing. I was still famished, however, and all
that salt had left my mouth dryer than the Sahara.

“Can I have a beer?” I asked. I
couldn’t believe I was so brazen with them. I shuddered to think of what they’d
make me do for a beer.

Rip looked at Shark who counted
what was left in the case.

“There’s one beer left,” Shark
said. “
Whatcha
gonna
do for
it?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Never mind,” I replied. I stood up
and walked over to the bathroom sink, bending down and cupping my hand under
the cold, flowing water that soon sputtered from the faucet. Bathroom water had
never tasted so good in my entire life. I drank and drank and drank, and then I
drank a little more.

“Got enough there, camel?” Rip
laughed his signature mean laugh. I ignored him.

I returned to my chair after
drinking an insane amount of water from the bathroom tap and looked around on
the ground for my
pajamas which
were suddenly nowhere
to be found.

“Looking for these?” Shark asked as
he held them up in his right hand.

“Yeah, I’m cold,” I said. “I want
to put them back on.”

“I know a way you can get warm,”
Shark said. “You won’t be needing these.”