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

on the auction block. I guarantee, by tonight you’ll have an owner and a new cage. Yes, sirree, you’re gonna make us rich, bitch!”

Hauling her ass to his bike, he mounted it and gestured for her to climb on behind him. With two other jackals looming and a shock collar around her neck, she obeyed without question. Running would only make things worse.

Swinging her leg over the back of the bike, she settled onto the leather seat and hooked her sore fingers into Toad’s belt, refusing to wrap her arms around his skinny waist.

Revving his throttle, he took off with the others following close behind.

Without clothes to protect her, Rory huddled behind Toad’s back, using it to break the wind. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for them to get to the clubhouse. Two more bikers came out to meet them. Moving alongside Toad’s ride, they took her arms and yanked her off. Rory hissed and cursed as they hauled her toward the side of the building and dumped her on the ground. Before she could recover, a blast of cold water hit her in the stomach. Gasping, she raised her hands, trying to protect herself from the chilly spray.

“Arms in the air,” the man wielding it demanded.

A second one stepped forward with a rag mop in his hand. Pushing it between her legs, he brushed the soapy end over her skin. The other followed with the hose and rinsed her clean.

They worked in unison, cleaning every inch of dirt they could find. “Hair next,” the one with the water called.

The guy with the mop discarded it and tossed her a small plastic bottle of shampoo. Toad stood behind him, the button for the shock collar in his hand.

Given no choice but to obey, Rory unscrewed the cap and poured the gel into her hand. Working it through her hair until it was completely lathered, she closed her eyes and braced herself. Water blasted over her head and face, running in a stream over her eyes and cheeks. Falling forward, she remained on all fours while they finished. By the time they were done, her teeth were chattering and she was on the verge of hypothermia.

“Up,” Toad ordered, watching them give her a final rinse. “Khan will want to inspect you.”

Khan was with Phantom and his cronies in the officers’ mess where they’d been the night before. Everyone was tucking into breakfast. The soft murmur of their voices trailed off when she appeared.

Leaning back in his seat, Khan surveyed her. “Feeling a little more humble this morning?”

Rory glared.

Phantom chuckled. “I told you this one had fire. She’ll go for the highest price. Far more than the other slaves we’ve collected.”

Others?

Christ, how many more people had they kidnapped? People were always going missing and not just in Vegas. She wondered who they were targeting. Were they snatching tourists? Taking locals? Her bet was on lone women who wouldn’t be missed. No one who’d set alarm bells ringing.

“On your knees,” Khan rumbled darkly. “Crawl to me.”

“Off you go, sugar tits.”

Toad’s hand slapped her ass.

Resisting the urge to hit him, Rory dropped to the floor. The silent threat of being shocked was enough to make her obey. That and the hope they’d feed her.

Shuffling across the stained concrete, she made her way to the table, halting when she reached Khan’s foot and sitting back on her heels like a well-trained dog.

His lips curved in a grin. “That’s a good little bitch,” he crooned. “Now lick my boots. I want them spit-polished to a shine. Do a good job, and I’ll let you eat.”

Christ. She’d need food to take the taste out of her mouth.

Slipping into Magenta mode, she serviced him like she would a john with a fetish, licking both boots and polishing them with her fingers and tongue.

Khan was pleased. Reaching for his plate, he offered her the scrap of bacon he held out with two fingers. Opening her mouth, she took it from him with her teeth and ate it quickly.

“You see,” he boasted, sliding a look at Phantom. “One night in the pit and she knows what’s best for her. If we’d snatched her earlier, thirty days down there would have snapped her mind.”

Thirty days?

Magenta shuddered at the thought of being isolated and alone for so long.

Khan fed her a few more scraps from his plate before allowing her to lap water from a dog bowl in the corner. She was intensely aware of the men in the room watching her with lustful stares.

“You want her again before we ship her off?” she heard Khan ask.

The sound of a chair scraping the floor made Rory pause in her lapping. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Phantom approaching with a grin.

“One more fuck before that pussy belongs to someone else.”

Rory raised her lip and bared her teeth aggressively.

The next second she was twitching on the floor as Toad sent volts through her collar, incapacitating her. Before she could recover, Phantom rolled her onto her stomach and mounted her from behind. Driving his cock in to the hilt, he crushed her against the floor with his weight.

“I’m sure going to miss this sweet cunt,” he grunted, thrusting into her.

Remaining silent and limp, Rory silently imagined all the painful ways she was going to kill him and every member of the Death’s Heads MC who had touched her.

Teeth bit down on the side of her neck. Phantom continued the pressure until he broke the skin and marked her flesh. Shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth, she refused to let him hear how much it hurt.

It didn’t take him long to find his release. Groaning into her hair, he pumped a few more times before filling her with his cum.

“Like that, don’t you?” he mocked gruffly in her ear. “Remember this. Remember how a real man feels. I want you to dream about my cock after you’ve been bought by some rich prick with a tiny dick.”

He wished.

If anything, she’d dream about gargoyle cock