Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Rae Lake (classic reads .TXT) 📗

from the trail her teeth made. My body shook from the shock of the pain, and tears streamed down my face unchecked. The people around me laughed as I cried in agony, none of them even bothering to stop fucking, most actually fucking with more intensity at the sight of my pain. Crazy fucks the lot of them.

When she finished her torturously slow drag along the length of my cock, she nipped once at the sensitive head before she stood up and grabbed my jaw hard, “You will watch everything. If you close your eyes one more time, I will saw your manhood off with my nail file.” She held my mouth open and spat inside of it before slapping my face. Blood from my nose now mixing with my tears and sweat.

I sat there watching them fuck, mentally begging them not to touch me, and groaning at the heavy ache growing more and more unbearable as the seconds ticked by. Even with the pain and laceration her teeth made, I was still hard as a rock and desperate.

“Looks like my guests are tired. What do you say about the wonderful show?” Ruby sang from the back of the room. She was rummaging for something.

I wanted to curse all of them the fuck out, how could humans treat another human being this way, the soulless nymphomaniac psychos, but I knew it would just make my predicament worse. “Thank you,” I spoke low but clearly.

“Wonderful! Such a good mutt you are!” Ruby walked back over to me she knelt between my legs and softly tickled my thighs and balls as if I could get any more aroused. “I don’t think you have repented enough, though.” She smiled up at me and grabbed the cut-up shaft of my dick hard.

“Mrs. Giles, Please. Mercy. Please.” I begged as I feared what she had planned next. I was sure I was about to live out the rest of my life as a eunuch.

She tsked before she attached a flexible metal ring around my manhood, a then attached another larger metal piece that looked like one half of a curved shaped tube. Inside was studded with small pin-like needles.

“What is that? Oh god, what is that?” I tried to push back to get away from whatever the contraption was in her hand, but just like before, I couldn’t move.

“You will never know the feel of a warm pussy again. Thank your president for this punishment.” She attached the front part and used a key to lock all the pieces in place. The small needles stuck into my rock hard dick, and a burning, cutting sensation took hold of my entire body as I screamed in anguish. She called for the guards who picked my naked body up from the chair, the barbaric penile device cutting deeper into my engorged cock with every step I took. I did my best to keep myself still, but no matter which way I moved, pain followed.

“Wait!” Ruby called out just as I made my way over the threshold of her room. She hurried to stand in front of me. My body bowed forward slightly in an attempt to thwart the pain. She tapped her fingernails on the metal trap, and I groaned in defeat and pain as small drops of blood fell to the ground from the small opening at the tip of the device.

“This will get unbearable. You will be in pain just from the memories alone you have of other women, yet you will have no release, this will be my torment for you. Just when you can’t take anymore, and you’d be willing to fuck a pig just for the chance to cum one more time, I will take this off and leave you in a room with your little Angel.”

I gasped and instantly saw red, the pain in my dick secondary to the need to rip her fucking face off. I lunged, but the guards held onto me tightly as she backed up and laughed. “You sick fuck! Never! I’ll never fucking touch her!” I yelled, the words loud and furious. I’d rather them cut my shit off than ever touch that little girl like that. Not Angel.

Chapter 4

Weeks turned into months...

I was slowly beginning to lose hope. Angel was losing her spark, and no matter what I tried, I could tell I was losing her. Every few weeks, we would be carted back onto a boat or stuffed on a plane, and we would go to another location. The Giles had their hands in every fucking pie. They trafficked guns, drugs, people, high-end cars, I even saw them traffic fucking lions. Live god damn lions. That was the most stressful sleep I’d ever had in the bows of the ship, sleeping a few feet away from a massive predator.

They never stayed in the same location for too long, always on the move. Unfortunately, no matter the place, our lives were more of the same; boredom, fear, and hunger. When Ruby wasn’t beating me or tormenting me, Angel and I were left to our own devices in small locked rooms. Countless night I have woken to the sounds of her whimpering or crying out for Mikki or Vida, or woken to the sounds of her screaming for the pain to stop. All the while, unable to do anything besides hold her and tell her I was there with her. I stopped telling her we would be okay a while back, I wasn’t so sure of it anymore.

The only blessing in disguise I could think of was Roth. He was one of the guards, he was still a hard prick, but he was the one who had the most morality out of all of them. He somehow managed to convince Harrington and Ruby that Angel and I needed to be let out of the room once in a while and into the sun. He said something about vitamin D giving us strength so