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Spin

“Why are you doing this to me? I gave you everything that I know about my sister’s whereabouts. That bitch can die for all I care. She is the one that put herself in this situation, not me,” I scream at the top of my lungs, banging on the gated metal door, trying to get them to let me go.

“You telling me that you don’t care about that fucking cunt of a sister?” a man in a leather cut like the RBMC but with a patch that says Black Dagger MC.

“I am telling you that my dumbass sister is her own person. She has manipulated, abused and made me feel less than the person I am. I’ve struggled to find myself amongst her terrible reputation and even worse attitude,” I shout at him, causing him to raise his eyebrows at me.

I don’t care this man took me from work.

He slapped me and made me break my wrist trying to fight him off.

“Gentleman, I see dinner,” another man in the same cut states, as he looks at the waitress on the monitor in the back room. The one talking to me smirks and nods for them to bring her back. This poor girl has no idea that she is about to be violated.

They drag her into the room where I am in the cage.

They throw her against the cage, then the one states, “You are our dinner. Both of us need servicing. You have two choices: One, we take you here in front of the caged bitch. She will get to watch you be turned into a dirty slut. Or two, you get thrown into a table out there and everyone watches as we abuse your body,” the one states, reaching the waitress that is pinned against my cage.

As he gets close enough the stench of his breath hits me and makes me gag.

The poor girl sinks to her knees and places her hands behind her back. It’s like she has been their play before and knows the deal.

As the gross men make it to the cage, her head is pushed back, causing her hair to slide through the bars.

“Grab the bitch by the hair and hold her there. You let her go, you both die,” he states, as she starts to scream.

I grip her hair and close my eyes. I can’t watch what they are going to do to her.

I shouldn’t have to. I should have looked at the men, because the next thing I know I am slammed against the bars.

“Gag, you dumb bitch. You bit me and I’ll break your neck and fuck your dead body,” he growls, his eyes connecting with mine.

“How did you guess? I love Emetophilia. Vomit on me, bitch. It makes my balls tight!” he growls, making the other guy pull his harden cock out and stroke it with the female’s hair before he grabs my other hand and forces me to touch his cock.

He releases my hand, grabs the girl by the hair and places his hairy ass against the bars as he rips the waitress’s pants off and slams into her un-lubed asshole.

They keep mentioning how dinner will take about ten minutes, and that when they are done with her, their dessert will be a fighter.

The waitress is covered in cum, spit, piss and her own vomit.

They are using her hair as a towel to clean their cocks before tucking them back into their pants and tossing money at her before they tell her to clean up and leave.

She actually got off on being used as a fuck toy for two disgusting men.

It takes everything inside me not to contribute my own vomit to their party.

They both look at me and that’s when I know I either need to fight or give in, and I refuse to let these two men take what is mine to give. The only person that has ever had permission to enter my body has been Pure and Slick. They will be the only two who have that privilege, even if it kills me.

***

Lynx

When this whole thing started weeks ago, we had placed Spun in our dungeon. During the hospital visits and making sure my family came out on the other end of tragedy stronger than before was where my main focus stayed.

Evidently, one night when the prospect was taking food and water to the bitch, he noticed the dungeon was left open, and when he went inside, Spun was nowhere to be seen.

We searched through all the video feeds to see if we had a rat, and the only thing we saw was that someone hacked out cameras to help her escape.

Served me right for not taking care of it then.

Now, here I am sitting at the table, waiting for my officers to arrive.

My thoughts drift to Jessikah and the last phone call I received from her after her and Tina left.

She hadn’t wanted to bother me before, but said she had some news to share with me, and she would after she spends time with Tina first. I’d give her the time even though I didn’t want to.

“Hey, Pres. What has that lost puppy dog look on your face? Someone steal your sunshine?” Skoden asks, dropping his body down into the seat and pulling his body up to the table.

The rest of the table members walk into the room and sit down. The only person in the room who isn’t a seat holder is Neo, and he is in this meeting as our tech person and the one man who makes us run in near perfection, digitally.

“Let’s bring this meeting to call. We have a few items to get through. The first one, Neo, you said you had a report on Spun?” I bang the gavel and we all look to Neo.

“Spun is back in the area. She is hiding, but I have managed to track her down. She is stupid. Instead of using burner phones, she is using the phone given to her by the club to send death threats to a woman. She only has her phone on briefly before she shuts it off. I have been able to triangulate the cell towers. She is pinned in between three towers. I will find her, and I will bring that bitch down,” Neo says, dropping the file from his lap onto the table in front of him.

Neo has every right to be angry. She played with his mind and now he is still recovering from a suicide attempt.

“Did we ever find out who let the rat out of the basement? There is no way she is smart enough to have gotten loose from the ropes and opened that steel door from the inside,” Slick asks, knocking his knuckles on the table.

The silence in the room tells me everything I need to know.

We still don’t know what happened. Guarantee someone let their cock think for them.

And if that’s the case, I bet I can tell who it was.

The last person Spun was with ended up with a plethora of S.T.I’s.

So, someone in our ranks has an itchy cock.

Unless there is someone out there who sees value in someone so slimy.

“Who was put on Spun detail?’ Brownie asks, looking around the room. Huh, he is having the same thoughts it seems. However, all the regular guys are here. But something is amiss. My mind races at the thoughts of what is happening in my club.

“We didn’t log who it was, but the officers in this room were all on duty with club business on a Royal run. The prospects or old timers where left dealing with her,” Skoden states. Just as we start to discuss who it could be, there is a bang at the door before it flies open.

“Quick, front gate. Body,” Tunnel mumbles, before turning back toward the main room and takes off running.

We jump up from the table and run toward the commotion out front. Pure is the first to make it to the body and his face pales. His head shoots up, and he raises his hand and spins it in a circle. The body is Spin.

“Heartbeat?” Skoden yells, his hand on her neck as he drops to his knees and leans over her battered body, placing his cheek over her face to feel for a breath. Maple comes running out with the first aid kit, the C collar bouncing as she runs.

Maple has been taking nursing classes. So having her prepared is amazing, but watching her work on Spin, one of her sisters is not. A family member in the club has to do something to the person’s mental health.

“Call nine-one-one. Have them dispatch an ambulance to this location,” I state, looking at Maggie, who nods and runs inside to the landline.

“Brothers, we know we are a clean club, but if you have anything that could be used as a way to make you spend the night in jail, move it now,” I say, looking at all the table members who don’t move.

We should have protected our family better. How they got a hold of Spin is beyond me, and now we stand here hoping this poor girl, who was only looking for family, survives so we can tell her she is ours.

I look over at Slick. His eyes are glued to Spin lying on the ground.

He slowly raises his head and shakes it.

We all know he has a thing for the small girl.

He made it clear the only person allowed to touch her was him.

This was after Pure had a round with her and was talking about the possibilities she could be his.

“Brother, she will pull through and make this world a better place, like my Jessikah and Brownie’s Tina,” I grunt to him as I approach.

“She is mine, and I wanted to tell her tonight,” Slick states, before he walks into the clubhouse.

Looking to the skies, I pray my family will come out of this better.