dead?” I ask, wondering if that’s what ‘stiff’ means.
“Shut up, bitch. None of your fucking business,” the man mumbles around the end of the cigar, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth as they carry the dead woman. She was someone’s daughter, sister maybe, a mother? Who knows, but she’s gone, and the family is better off not knowing what happened to their child. They would be horrified to find out she was probably drugged and repeatedly raped before dying.
Oblivion can be a bittersweet little bitch.
I try to slip my hands free of the zip-tie, but when I get nowhere. I want to hit myself, if I could, for not watching that damn YouTube video on ‘how to get free of zip-ties.’ Like anyone, I was thinking, ‘I’ll never find myself in that situation.’
Yet, here I am.
Zip-tied, surrounded by half-dead, drugged-out women, my future if I can’t get out of here. A club whore walks through the door with one of the members, and for a moment I’m confused. Why do they need this room full of unwilling women when they have club whores?
Because they like unwilling women.
“Hey, new bitch!”
My eyes fall onto the road name on his cut, but I can’t make it out; he’s too far away.
“Come on, Chrissy. Show the new bitch what’s in store for her here.” The man pushes the woman toward me, and she falls to her knees, and he unzips his pants to free his cock. I look away, not wanting to watch this, even if the woman wants it. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
“You’re going to fucking watch.” A cock of the gun has me turning my head, and I shiver when I stare down the barrel. “Because I want you to take note of how I like it.” He aims at the woman on the floor and pushes the gun into her head to urge her on. “Suck it, bitch.” The woman giggles and pulls out the man’s dick. It’s tiny, but she stares at it as if it’s the biggest damn thing in the world.
I close my eyes and a gunshot rings out. I scream as the hot barrel lands on my foot, and I cry out from the singed heat.
“I said watch, you stupid bitch. Can you not listen?”
My eyes flutter open just as the club slut takes the small cock into her mouth, sucking it with more enthusiasm than the guy deserves. I wish she’d bite down, but she won’t because she’s probably just trying to live another day. Her red lipstick smears and the mascara under her eyes smudges as she gags, which is not possible since his cock is so little.
“Yeah, just like that. You takin' note, new bitch? I’m going to have those hot lips around my cock in no time.”
“Believe me, you don’t want to come near me with that thing,” I sneer, half-daring him to try so he can see what will happen.
His eyes are glassy, and he has track marks on his arms from needles. He fucks the girl’s face, and in less than a minute he’s groaning, coming down her throat. I gag when I see a dribble slip from her mouth, but she hums, licking her lips as if he’s the best dish she has ever savored.
“Damn, Chrissy. You’re my favorite. Love that dirty mouth.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the Prez’s voice has fear slithering around the biker. The woman gets to her feet, and he tucks his cock in his pants, leaving the button unclasped.
“I’m just showing the new bitch how things will be around here. I didn’t touch her, Prez. I swear.”
“You better not have; she’s mine.”
“I swear, Prez. I was enjoying Chrissy and giving our new guest a show; that’s it. Ain’t that right, bitch?” the guy asks me.
I should lie. What happened? I hate him and what they do here.
“He’s lying,” I say, my voice trembling with fear. My eyes water, and I enhance my fear by a hundred. “He touched me, burnt me with his gun.”
“You stupid whore!” the biker yells and lunges for me.
Another gunshot rips through the air, screams echo, and blood splatters all over me. On instinct I close my eyes. When I open them, the biker who just had his last orgasm is on his knees, bullet-hole right between the eyes. The woman who sucked him off screams at the top of her lungs when the dead man falls over.
“Shut up. You’re fucking annoying.”