Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

Taking a shaky breath, Rory rose to stand and began to move. Slowly at first, just a roll of her hips from side to side. Closing her eyes, she pretended she was back at the club. Snaking her hands up her body, she cupped her breasts. She could hear the familiar pulse of a song in her head. Feel the crowd’s eyes on her. Moaning softly, Rory tipped her chin up to the ceiling.

“Yeah! Work it, baby!”

“Fucking hell, she’s hot.”

Voices rose from around her, slamming her back into reality, making her movements falter. She opened her eyes to find a roomful of bikers ogling her from where they stood. Some had their cocks out, pumping into their fists while they watched her.

A hand grabbed her ankle, pulling her down and dragging her off the bar.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Got stage fright? Because I sure as shit know you dance better than that,” Phantom taunted.

Handing his beer off to another biker, he hit her, fist striking her cheek in a cruel blow.

Taken by surprise, Rory stumbled, falling to the floor with a cry.

“You bitches are only good for one thing,” he snarled at her, grabbing her hips and forcing her onto her hands and knees. “Fucking and breeding.”

His cock slammed into her, making Rory squeal.

Laughter rose around her. Groping hands felt up her tits. Fingers pumped suggestively between her lips. Phantom rode her savagely, determinedly, like he was trying to break a wild mustang to the saddle. Shunted forward with each snap of his hips, she whimpered softly, praying that he’d finish soon and terrified what would happen when he did.

“Premium pussy right here,” he boasted, using her hair like reins and forcing her head up.

Her pain seemed to excite him more. A few more thrusts and he roared his release, filling her with his cum.

Rory slumped to the floor when he let her go, rolling onto her side into a protective ball. Above her the men crowded in, jerking off until they’d covered her with their semen.

She could hear Phantom chuckling. The other bikers moaning and groaning to a finish. Her humiliation was raw, tinted with anger.

“Take her out back,” he ordered when they were done. “Hose her down and show her to her new home.”

Rough hands grabbed Rory’s biceps, hauling her onto her feet.

“I’ll fucking kill you for touching me,” she threatened, baring her teeth.

Phantom grinned. “And we’ll fuck you raw while you try. I promised the Prez a piece of you, and I know he likes it when they fight.”

Rory was dragged to a rear entrance. When one biker darted ahead to get the door, she was sickened to see these bikers belonged to the Death’s Head MC Valley of Fire Chapter, nearly ninety minutes north of the Hell’s Fury clubhouse.

Of all the goddamn luck. It was like being dropped off the face of the earth. She’d vanished without a trace. Even with Madam Belle’s magick, they might never find her.

It would be up to her to stay smart, play along, watch for a chance to escape, and be ready when it came. Maned wolves were fast. Four times faster than a jackal. She was in superior physical condition. If she could shift and find terrain where their bikes couldn’t go, she stood a chance of getting free.

It was a lot of ifs but it was all she had at the moment. Unfortunately, the drug in her system was still blocking her attempts to change.

They hosed her down like a farm animal and dragged her into a barn with cages in the stalls. Phantom strutted in, carrying a shock collar that he fastened around her neck before sticking her in an empty cage.

The door locked shut with a sickening finality.

“Toad will get you a slop bucket. Try to hold it until then. This is what you get when you turn down good money. The next man who buys you might not be so nice.”

Rory glared at him through the bars. “You won’t get away with this.”

“Oh, trust me, we will,” Phantom hummed. “You aren’t the first piece of pussy to come through here and disappear. You’re just a whore. They won’t look for you long.”

Phantom and the other two men returned to the clubhouse, leaving her alone with a pale, skinny boy. Hand on his crotch, he rubbed himself through his jeans and eyed her like his favorite dessert.

Scooting away, Rory sat in the corner with her knees drawn up to her chest. Phantom had admitted to this not being their first kidnapping. How many people had the Death’s Head MC snatched? What had happened to the other women they had taken? Did they intend to pimp her out? He’d mentioned men buying her. Maybe they had a bordello of their own with a stable of unwilling captives.

The jackals were sick enough to do it.

“Try not to piss in your cage,” the young man told her. “I’m the fucker who has to hose it down when you bitches can’t hold your bladder.”

It was hours before someone came for her again. Cramped and stiff from sitting in the same position for so long, Rory hissed and groaned. Her throat was parched. Her stomach was empty. She’d had nothing to eat all day, not since she’d fixed breakfast for her and Quake.

“Let’s go, bitch,” her handler snapped. “You don’t want to keep the President waiting.”

She stepped into the chilly evening air. It was just dark enough to start seeing stars. She’d missed lunch. Maybe they intended to feed her supper. With her luck, they’d throw slop in a bowl and make her eat it with no hands like a good pet. She could almost see it now, on all fours, sporting fake ears and a tail hanging from a plug in her ass.

He dragged her to the clubhouse and hauled her inside. The common room was strangely empty save for echoes of conversation and familiar smells that drifted down the hall. He didn’t head for the clubhouse