Tink
“Jaxson, what do you mean you have to go away for a few days, what's going on?” I ask him as he packs a bag after Lilly and I had enough of shopping we packed everything into her car and headed to the clubhouse Tyler riding behind us.
“Baby I have club business to handle” I stare at his back as he packs his guns and a few clips, throwing some clothes in as well my heart beating so fast
“Why do you need your guns,” I ask getting scared, I mean I know they all carry. But when there being packed into his bag and he takes his Cut off I worry (what the hell is he getting into) “Sinner please tell me” he stops and looks down at me pulling me to him
“Tink it's nothing to worry about, I'm taking them just encase.”
“But,” I say, but he kisses me
“Don't worry ok?” he tells me as I watch him zip up his bag and Saint comes to the door dressed in black just like Sinner
“Are you both going?” I ask, Sinner drapes his arm over my shoulders
“Yeah baby where both going.”
“Where are you going?” I ask wanting to know
“Uh-uh Tink club...”
“Business,” I say finishing his sentence, but I feel a sense of dread come over me, and I hold onto Jaxson harder, he gives Saint a chin lift, and I hear the door close and I look up at him “Please don't go, I have a bad feeling” I tell him, and he holds me tighter
“Tink, nothing is gonna happen ok it's just a job, I need to do, and then I'll be back.”
“Please” I plead with him.
“Baby when I get back I want our house ready for me ok, I'll only be gone a few days a week, tops.”
“Why can't you tell me?”
“You know I can't.”
“Then why have you taken your Cut off.”
“We're traveling out of our territory baby, and I don't want people to know I'm with the Devils Soldiers.”
“Why? What are you doing?” I plead with him
“Baby I'm gonna miss you,” he says catching me off guard and kissing me senseless, his tongue invading my mouth and I feel myself heat up. I feel his arousal on my stomach, and I move my hand over his hard dick rubbing him through his jeans “Fuck baby you gotta stop I need to go” but I shake my head, maybe if I distract him he won't go. I unzip his trousers and reach into his jeans and rub his dick; he's so hard “If ya gonna play with it, pull it out and suck on it” he says nipping my neck, goosebumps appear and I feel my panties get wet and my nipples go hard. I pull his trousers down and take him into my mouth, and he hisses through his teeth (god I love having this much power over him) I suck my cheeks in hard and take as much of him in as I can, using my hand as well to work his dick “Fuckin’ hell baby, suck my dick harder” he says, and I hollow out my cheeks more sucking harder, he threads his hands into my hair tugging, and I moan. He moves his hips faster fucking my mouth when he stops and pulls me up turns me around he pulls my jeans and panties down in one swift move “Get on the bed baby on all fours” I move fast my pussy dripping with excitement
“Sinner” I whisper moan his name, and I feel him move behind me, his dick at my entrance and he pushes forward slowly. Every inch agonizing, as it rubs my inner walls making me wetter “Sinner,” I beg, sounding desperate
“You like my dick baby” I nod “I wanna hear how you love my big dick baby tell me” a blush coats my body as he pulls me onto him “Tell me” he says louder, and I can tell he's straining not to come “Fuckin’ tell baby tell me you love my big dick tell me, god damn it” he slams the rest of the way in making me scream
“YES, GOD I LOVE YOUR BIG DICK SINNER FUCK ME HARDER” I scream as he pulls back out to the tip, and I feel empty until he slams into me harder holding me by my hips, his fingers digging in and I know I'm going to have bruises tomorrow. He thrust so hard I feel so full it's painful but enjoyable at the same time. He pulls me onto his dick harder and harder his balls slapping my clit and I feel my body being primed to explode when he reaches down and flicks my clit hard and my muscles contract, I scream my mind exploding with colors of the rainbow my body tensing as he rubs the perfect spot inside my pussy. His thrusts becoming more erratic as I push back wanting more of him, my nipples are so hard I need to rub them to ease the pain, so I lean down more, and Sinner moans
“Fuck baby,” he says leaning down and holding onto my neck pulling me back onto his dick. With each thrust, he pushes me forward, and I rub my nipples on the bed giving me the perfect release when I feel my inner muscles quiver again and I know I'm going to come again
“SINNER” I yell, and he pulls me back and thrusts harder and within seconds of me coming he releases inside of me filling my pussy with his come, he pulls me to the side with him trying to catch our breaths my heart running a hundred miles an hour
“Fuck baby I love fuckin’ you,” he says pulling me closer to him so he can kiss, I smile as he moves his hips his dick still inside me and I moan even flaccid he's still big “Happy baby,” he asks me, and I smile and nod
“I am,” I tell him and he kisses me softly, I feel my body respond to him, and I moan again, and he smiles.
“I need a quick shower baby” he pulls out of me, and I feel a sense of loss and emptiness without him, he pulls me up with him and walks into the bathroom starting the shower.
As I watch him throw his duffle bag to his brother, I miss him already, and he pulls me to him “Don't go” I whisper
“I need to baby.”
“Then please be careful” he smiles.
“I will” when I hear the gravel on the ground, I turn to see Cuff come out dressed like Sinner and Saint
“Are you going to?” I ask him, and he smiles
“Yeah darlin’ hold down the fort for me” he winks, and Sinner and Saint look at each other, he kisses me again walking to the car, and I wonder why they're not taking their bikes, but I don't say anything
“Don't worry Tink I'll have him back in no time?” Saint says, I smile but hold it together feeling like I'm going to cry, Sinner looks out the window
“Remember baby; I want the house ready for me” I nod
“Ok” is all I say as I watch them drive out of the gates of the clubhouse.
****
Sinner
No one says anything until where out of sight of the clubhouse and Saint turns to Cuff “What the fuck man, didn't know you were coming” he says but Cuff just grunts. After we'd made our mind up about taking out the Johnson's we went to Razor to get permission “What the fuck do you mean you need to leave” he'd said annoyed, I really didn't want to tell him, but we knew we had to Saint looking at me
“It's about Tink and her foster family” Razor frowning at me.
“What about them?” he asked, I looked at my hands splayed on the table then looked back up at him
“She's......she's got all of these whiplash marks all over her from them beating her” the angry look that comes over him is not hard to miss for a tough old bastard theirs one thing Razor hates, and that's men beating women
“What the fuck do you mean whiplash marks?” I try and hold it together whenever I think about it “Well,” he says
“There all over her back legs, some on her stomach and some are rougher than others, but she's been lashed over and over.”
“FUCK,” he says “Who are they” I pull out the file Cuff gave me, and he reads it “Nothing out of the ordinary,” he asks still looking at the file, I shake my head
“Nope god church folk just upstanding citizens that beat and torture their foster kids.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” he says, and I can see he's holding his anger in “What's the plan?” he asks me, and I look at my brother
“No plan, just go and kill them,” I tell him and he smiles.
“Fuckin’ young blood ready to snatch a life away with no plans.”
“I need this man my woman needs this”
“Does she even know what you’re plannin’” I shake my head
“I can't tell her.”
“Then this ain't about her; this is about you” I frown at him.
“What the fuck are you talking about, she needs this piece of mind to know these fucks are dead” he sits back.
“Are you even gonna tell her your plans.”
“No”
“Then how is it gonna help her.”
“Just knowing they can't hurt anyone else.”
“How she gonna know” I feel my temper spike and I stand up and push my chair back.
“I DONT FUCKIN’ KNOW” I yell at him.
“Then this is still about you, and I won't let you drag my club into this personal shit you've got goin’.”
“I FUCKIN’ NEED THIS MAN.......they fuckin’ tortured her,” I say feeling a bit deflated and I look Razor in the eye “Please Brother I need this” he nods
“Fine, you do this, you get your revenge, and when you get back you let it go……Sinner” he says, and I turn towards him and nod.
*
We make good time and head out to scope out the farmhouse that the good Mr. and Mrs. Johnson live in, it's secluded, so that's one bonus. We watch them for two days, they have a set routine every morning Mr. Johnson leaves the house at eight Sharpe and Mrs. Johnson busies herself doing shit around the farmhouse feeding animals and baking doing laundry and shit then at six pm Mr. Johnson comes home and by nine that night there in bed “What a boring fuckin’ life” Cuff says, and I chuckle
“No shit,” I tell him
“This'll be you soon,” he says, and I frown at him
“Fuck off,” I tell him, but he smiles
“I can see Tink baking and shit while you go off to work every day” I punch him in the arm.
“No fuckin’ way and Tink doesn't fuckin’ bake dickhead,” I tell him but he smiles again
“We'll see,” he says, and I give him the finger “So, what's the plan,” he asks.
“No plan man, just go in and torture them” he shakes his head.
“Fuck not even a little plan,” he asks smiling.
We'd scoped out the farmhouse when the Johnson's went to bed no security alarms; no dogs just chicken a goat, cow, and horses. It was easy to get in we were all in black to blend into the shadows. We made our way to the back door where Cuff jimmied the lock, and we made our way into the house.
It was your typical farmhouse layout, and we made our way up the stairs to the front of the house where their bedroom was, Cuff, looking around downstairs. I motioned to Saint when I heard snoring but it was in two separate rooms, and we frowned at each other, it seems the Johnson's didn't share a bedroom. I motioned for Saint to follow me into the first room where he had the chloroform ready to go, as we opened the door we see the fat fuck laying on his back. Saint walks to the other side of the bed and slowly places the chloroform over the old fucker’s mouth, but he snorts and wakes up, I hold my gun to his head and shake my head holding my finger to my mouth. He looks between my brother and I and starts to say something, but it drops off as he inhales the shit. We make our way into the other room where Mrs. Johnson is on her side Saint places the mask over her face, she doesn't wake up, and I smile at my brother happy he brought the shit. I have no idea where he even got it but fucked if I care.
We drag both of them to the basement, Tink had told me about where Mrs. Johnson would shackle her to the wall, her whips displayed to scare. She would whip her over and over again, each indiscretion as she called them were, a certain amount of times like not reading her bible was twenty lashes or not doing a chore right was ten lashes tardiness was another ten lashes stupid shit like that. As we got both of them down to the basement, I found the shackles and chains that they used to hold Tink in place as they tortured her and seen the whips all attached to the wall
“Fuckin’ hell,” Cuff said looking around “What the fuck?” he asked looking at my brother, I looked at the wall of chains cuffs and whips, and a sense of sorrow came over me. Thinking about Tink in here being beaten. I shackle Mrs. Johnson to the wall and tie Mr. Johnson to the chair; Tink said he sat in and watched the bitch torture her. We sit and waited for them to come to, my body primed to take these two pieces of shit out. Mrs. Johnson came to first, and when she sees us she starts screaming in fear (yeah bitch yell) I smiled at her as she tries to hide from us, we'd stripped her down to nothing. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but the chains and shackles stopped her.
“Please” she cried as her husband came to struggling with the ropes.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” Mr. Johnson bellowed, but we just stared at them both. I stepped forward and punched him as hard as I could, Mrs. Johnson crying and screaming to let them go her begging only fueling my anger
“Are you scared?” I asked her very calmly, and she tried to hide herself
“Pl... le...please let us go we don't have any money where nothing please” she begged, but I just stared at her
“That's right bitch, you are nothing, and I'm gonna teach you a lesson” I picked up one of the whips and whipped it through the air
“Cuff Saint hold her still,” I tell them and they both walked forward holding her arms so she couldn't move
“Ple...plea...please don't do this” I walked forward and yanked her head back so she could see my eyes
“You want me to stop” she nods her head tears running down her cheeks, I hold her tight, and I leaned in “Bitch this is for my woman” I tell her, and she looks at me confused “KC” I say, and the look of horror comes over her face, I step back bringing the whip forward hard and fast. She screams with the pain of the whip and a straight red line forms on her skin, her pleading just making me smile. But the thought of Tink going through this just makes me angrier, she begs over and over for me to stop.
“I think that's an extra fifteen lashes no,” I say, her face full of tears, I step back and bring the whip forward as it slices through the air hitting her skin as she screams.
“One,” I say and bringing the whip forward again over and over until I reach fifteen.
“Turn her around,” I tell the other two and they spin her around
“Brother” Saint says, but I shake my head for him to be quiet. I bring the whip forward again hitting her across her chest, and she screams so loud, Mr. Johnson still out old from my punch.
I change whips, grabbing a heavier one. A cat of nine tails I think it's called, I remember seeing one in a BDSM show I'd seen when we went up to Seattle once in a private club when Razor had business to do there. It was an eye-opener, and even though I'd liked the thought of tying a bitch up to fuck her, it was a whole new experience to see a bitch tied up and whipped to where she orgasmed. I slashed the whip-fast in front of me it was much heavier than the last one, and Mrs. Johnson watched as I got used to the feel of it
“You use this on my woman,” I asked her, but she shakes her head
“N..n...n.no” she stammers, I lash it through the air again hitting the floor and see sparks from the little metal studs on the bottom of each strand.
“So why, you got it then?” I ask her, but she just shakes her head “TELL ME BITCH” I yell
“It was just for show” tears running down her face.
“And the others, I motion to the other whips.”
“I only used one I swear just the one,” she says crying
“Uh-uh,” I say to her that's another five if you cry and she goes quiet, I pull my arm back and slice the cat of nine tails across her chest. She screams so loud, blood pouring from her chest, Cuff turns away, and I look at him “You ok Brother” I ask, and he looks at me
“Yep” is all he says as I bring the whip over my head again, this time one of the studs sticks in her skin, and I rip it out fast, and she passes out falling to the floor in a heap.
“Fuck Sinner that was brutal” Saint says, and I smile looking at him, out of the two of us I may be the laid back easy going twin. But fuck me off or hurt someone I love and ya gonna pay…. hard.
“What are we gonna do to him,” Cuff says, and we all look over at the fat fucker
“Wake him up, he likes to watch, so let him watch,” I tell them