Page 12 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)
Chapter 12
Dozer
I printed two copies of the document, and she signed and dated both while I shot a video of her doing so, and had her say to the camera she wasn’t signing under duress, and that in her view, both parties were getting something out of the contract. She was guaranteed a way to make a living wage when the term ended, she was guaranteed a roof over her head, clothes, food, and her other basic needs met, and I would be getting sexual services. Because legal contracts can’t include illegal activities, she understood it would never stand up in a court of law, but morally, both parties were obligated to the terms of the agreement.
And yeah, she added that last part without me telling her to, but that was fine because it was absolutely correct.
I’d purchased manila envelopes, and I put the contracts into two of them and labeled one as her copy.
And then I opened the desk drawer and drew the legging pieces, duct tape, and eight steel o-rings out that I’d put into it earlier. I’d cut leggings into four, six-inch-long sections, and I put one on her wrist, folded it over smoothly so it fit well, and then wrapped the duct tape around the cloth. I was careful to get it snug enough she wouldn’t be able to get it over her hand, but not so tight it would restrict circulation. I did the same with the other wrist and both her ankles, securing the o-rings in as I went. She ended up with a ring at the front and back of both wrists, and at both sides of her ankles.
My cock grew rock-hard during the process, and the scent of her slowly increasing fear helped it right along.
When I finished, I took my shirt off of her, and then used carabiners to connect her wrists behind her back, and then her ankles together. Her scent went from fear, to dread, to just shy of terror, but I didn’t say anything to alleviate her worries. She was right to be afraid, and I wasn’t going to lie to her.
I stretched her out on a table facedown and looked over her tatts. Her ass was pastel pink angel wings without the angel, and she had several different kinds of wings on her back, symmetrical so you thought it was a design until you looked closer. Different kinds of bird wings, but I didn’t know enough about birds to tell. Logically, it was probably eagles and hawks, but maybe not. Wings represent freedom, right? I looked back to her ass and wondered what made them angel wings, and realized it was the color. The others were done in browns and tans, and they were smaller. The one on her ass was more ethereal looking, wisps instead of lines.
“The plan is to have my back entirely covered. I’ve designed and drawn more wings, and then, eventually, feathers and other things to fill in between all the wings.”
“Tell me about the one on your ass.”
She sighed. “It’s the outline. I couldn’t afford the full thing. I have a picture of it I can get to online. I thought I wanted all these colors of pinks, but it’s possible I’ll want it another color when it comes time to do it right. It felt important to get the basis of it on, though, and the pale pink will be easy to work with later if I decide I want another color.”
“What kind of wings are they?”
“Mine. No special bird. I drew them based on the best of a lot of birds in nature, but I made them to fit my ass. I have the wings of kestrels, several kinds of owls, hummingbirds, the deep purple ones are raven’s wings, and there are a few kinds of hawks. Also, several different kinds of songbirds. Nothing black. All colors. Once I have all the wings tattooed on, the feathers that’ll eventually be on my butt will fill in between all the other wings, going up my back, to tie it all together into a single tattoo.”
“And did you plan to eventually ink places that aren’t covered by clothing?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” She took a breath. “Tattoo artists can have tattoos, right? It’s expected.” A sigh. “But, it seems to me, I need to be older before I ink the public places. My desire to fly the nest, to escape my family, is kind of private, and maybe someday I’ll go in public in a two-piece bathing suit so people can see it, but I can also wear a one-piece and keep it private. My arms and legs, though, maybe I’ll be someone else at twenty-five, when I’m free and I can be my own person. I should keep some blank canvas available for that person. I have a colorful sketch of brushes and pens, art stuff, I might want somewhere, but maybe I’ll want to express that differently, later.”
This little thing was full of surprises, and I was happy she was being so forthcoming, but it was time to take her voice for a while.
“Thanks for your honesty.” I patted her shoulder and then rolled her to her side before I swung her legs off the side of the table and sat her up so she was facing me. “It was important I understand. The thing is, everything else I need to learn about you in the short term, I’ll learn best while you’re silenced.” I showed her a pair of chopsticks, already rubber banded on one end. “Stick your tongue out.”
I’d mostly moved her as I wanted her up to this point. She hadn’t tried to fight me, but she also hadn’t been obliged to follow specific orders since she’d signed the contract. She was going to have to test things at some point, so I wasn’t surprised when she shook her head and kept her mouth closed.
I didn’t get mad, didn’t show annoyance. I merely pulled heavy-duty construction clamps from my pocket, put them on her nipples without fanfare, and once she’d stopped screaming and then begging for relief, I told her, “I have more. The next goes on your clit. Stick your tongue out before I can count to ten, and I’ll take the clamps off your nipples once I finish binding you.”
I counted fairly fast, and I made it to six before she stuck her tongue out. Thankfully, she left it out long enough for me to get the rubber bands on the other side of the sticks.
“I’ll run home and get the proper tools at some point,” I told her. “I have a bit gag with a tongue depressor that will keep you from being able to form words, and it’ll be a lot more comfortable, but for now, this is going to keep you out of any trouble your tongue might get you into, so be grateful for it.”
Her glare told me she wasn’t even a tiny bit grateful, but that was okay. I lifted her, gently settled her over my shoulder, and made my way to one of the bedrooms.
When my brothers and I break in a new sweet butt, we put them through a marathon session, bound over a fucking station, one biker after another making use of her, and often two of us at a time, one at the front and another at the back. But the thing is, when it’s over, a few of us take care of her. We wash her, feed her, and make sure she gets home safely. We also put enough food in her fridge so she can eat really, really well for the next five days, and we check in on her a few times to make sure she’s okay.
I’d never manage to fuck Daisy for fourteen hours straight, but I needed to completely exhaust her sexually, so I’d duct-taped a fat candle onto the top of the metal sawhorse. Her legs were dangling over my chest, so it was easy enough to remove the carabiner from between her ankles, shift her in my arms so I could settle her down over the horse, and line everything up so the candle went up and into her cunt. I’d put coconut oil onto it, but it still didn’t just slide right in because it was a tight fit. She struggled a little, but I popped her on the ass and told her to behave, and she leaned into me. She had a long way to go before she was broken in, but it was a decent start, based on what I’d learned from Khan.
Vampire rentals usually come with multiple ways to restrain people, and this one had handy connector points in the ceiling, and chains of the proper length in an armoire off to the side. While she was sleeping, I’d hung chains where I thought I might need them, so it was just a matter of lifting her arms behind her to connect the carabiner to the chain, squatting and connecting her ankles together again, and then extending the adjustable sawhorse’s legs until she had to go onto tiptoe to keep the candle from pressing so far up into her, it hurt.
As expected, she stayed on tiptoe until her calves gave out, and then was forced to put her heels down. I waited for this to happen before I swapped the chopsticks for a large clamp. The main arteries that supply blood go down the outer edges of the tongue, so one can leave a clamp in the center on longer. I had a number of ways to keep her from talking, and I intended to rotate through them every fifteen minutes, to make sure I didn’t do any lasting damage to her tongue.
An hour later, she was going up and down on her toes a few times a minute, and I encouraged her to fuck herself on the candle. Her glare told me she was far from broken, but I’d have been disappointed if she’d been so easy to break to my will.
Three hours later, she was on her flat feet most of the time, and she’d mostly cried herself out.
Five hours later, she finally pissed herself, and it felt like that act was the first step towards truly breaking her. The first of dozens of steps, but the journey has to begin somewhere, and we’d irrevocably stepped onto the path.
Which meant it was time to reinforce that lesson while it was still fresh, but I waited ten minutes after she peed before I let the sawhorse down. I’d bought several shower curtains at Dollar General, and one of them was under the sawhorse with a towel over it, to contain the mess. She tried to kick the towel to the side when I released her ankles, but we’d deal with that at a future time. Today wasn’t about rules, it was about keeping her contained enough, there wasn’t a need for them.
The candle was still inside her, it just wasn’t pressed so far into her, it hurt. The lube was long-since gone, so I was as gentle as I could be when I lifted her off the candle, but there was no way to keep it from hurting.
I attempted to handle her in a loving manner, with tender but firm hands. She was beyond exhausted, so she didn’t fight me. This gave me the luxury of carrying her like an infant this time, rather than tossing her over my shoulder.
She snuggled into me, thinking her ordeal was over, but she’d find out soon enough it wasn’t.