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Serge and Fat Boy were laughing more and more as the situation got more and more humiliating for Rose. This was hell. Patrice couldn’t even rape her without being disgusted. She didn’t know whether she was mad at him for doing what Serge had ordered, or ashamed at herself that he didn’t want to do it.
“You want to ride with the Dark Rebels, you’ve got to be willing to do what it takes.”
Rose saw Patrice grimace in disgust as he moved his face down toward her cunt.
“She’s disgusting, isn’t she?” Serge said.
Patrice didn’t answer. He sniffed at her cunt and shook his head. She was disgusting. She knew she was. She’d never be able to think of herself as anything but a disgusting whore from this moment on.
“Isn’t she?” Serge said again.
“She is,” Patrice said. “She’s a disgusting whore. She makes me sick.”
“She stinks,” Serge said.
“She stinks like a fucking urinal,” Patrice said.
“That’s it boy,” Serge said. “She’s your urinal. That’s how I want you to treat her.”
***
The things that Serge and Fat Boy made Patrice do to Rose that night were horrific. They were degrading and demeaning. They were humiliating and disgusting and they would stay with her for the rest of her life.
Those things that they did to her left permanent, painful scars on her soul. They made her feel worthless and disgusting, like a pig. The real crime wasn’t that they thought she was disgusting, but that they actually made her believe herself that she was disgusting. They were trying to break her down and ruin her self-esteem, her sense of self-respect, and they were succeeding. There are limits to the strength of the human mind and men like Serge Gauthier knew exactly how to force a girl to meet them. By the time it was all over, she could hardly even look at herself in the mirror. She wouldn’t try to escape after this. She wouldn’t believe in herself enough. She wouldn’t feel that she was worth it. It would be years before Rose would be able to look at a man again and see anything but pain and anguish and self-loathing. That was the intention of the process and it worked.
Serge had succeeded not only in training a new soldier, not only in showing Patrice how low he could go, how mean he could become in service to the MC, but he’d also succeeded in showing Rose what her role in the world would be from then on.
It was all so painful that Rose could hardly even force herself to think about it. She couldn’t think about Patrice. She couldn’t even bring herself to look him in the eye. She’d liked him. She’d let her guard down, and he had too. But Serge had put a stop to it. A permanent stop.
And the worst part was that she couldn’t even bring herself to blame Patrice for what he’d done. The things he did to her that night were unthinkable. But in a way, Rose even believed that she deserved it. That was all she was worth. She was a girl owned by an evil MC who was covered in piss and semen. Who could blame Patrice for hurting her the way he did? She almost pitied him more than she pitied herself. He’d been forced to fuck a girl who stank of piss and jizz, who was no better than a disgusting animal. She have pitied anyone who had to touch her that night.
Rose realized just how many lessons Serge had taught that night. He hadn’t just taught Patrice that he would have to be willing to do anything if he was going to be a fully patched member of the DRMC. He’d also taught Rose just how worthless she was, just how meaningless her life was now that she was the property of the club.
That was what she learned that night, and she didn’t forget that lesson for the rest of the long years that she was forced to work as a slave for the DRMC. It wasn’t till two years later, two long and painful years later, that Rose learned to trust in herself again. It wasn’t till two more years had passed that Rose went from becoming Tangled, to Tainted. Tainted Rose is the full length novel that begins the story of Rose’s journey to redemption.
Savage Bikers Lust
By Cheri Verset
Synopsis
It only took one glance to figure out Curtis was a dangerous man. After a lifetime in this boring town, I was ready for some danger.
But the steamy ride with this biker - the crimes, the drugs, the domination - maybe it wasn’t for me after all. Every time a stranger touched me I lost a part of myself. What started as an adventure now became a trap.
I was spiraling out of control.
Savage Bikers Lust is a novella that explores the darker side of an erotic journey. Madden wasn’t expecting that freedom would turn into servitude...
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Chapter 1
Foreplay is the first step on the stairway to ecstasy. I heard that some place, don’t remember where. I climbed that staircase quite a few times but mostly I was racing up the steps two by two and I never stayed on top for very long. That’s pretty much how my life has always been, going places fast while never really enjoying it.
That’s how I’d wound up dropping out of high school, ready for the glamorous life of an adult. And when that didn’t work out, I got my GED so I could attend community college. But that was another major letdown and I couldn’t drop those boring courses fast enough. I mean, who really needs to know about voltage sensitive dyes or the makeup of 18th century Ohio Valley Native American families?
I guess abandoning higher education explains why I ended up being a waitress in a two-bit New Mexico diner. Most people are grateful to have a job but I wasn’t one of them, especially this job. I grew up thinking I was better than Hernandez Flats, that I would be one of the lucky few who would escape. I didn’t want to end up like my mother, dying from cancer before my 40th birthday without ever having done anything.
Yet that was my destiny. I was fated to live and die here, I was sure of it. That stairway to ecstasy? It wasn’t for people like me.
“Madden, quit daydreaming. I have an order for you.”
That snapped me back to reality and I turned to the little window between the counter and the kitchen. My boss Marjorie, her whale-size face filling the entire opening, was staring at me with the authority of a superior but the patience of a mother.
“Hurry up, it’s gonna get cold.”
“Right.”
Most of the customers were regulars so I didn’t feel embarrassed about her comments. I went over to get the food and refilled a couple of mugs of coffee on the way. Just as I was getting there, Jason came in and sat at the counter.
“Hey, Madden.”
I smiled politely hoping it would be enough to satisfy him without having to launch into a conversation with him. I handed him the menu as if I didn’t already know what he was going to order: half a grapefruit, two eggs over easy with white toast and turkey sausage. He came in most days and always had the same thing.
He fit right in with this predictable little crappy town.
I poured him coffee, doing my best to avoid his eyes, and then ducked into the kitchen. Marjorie glanced at me from the griddle.
“You think he won’t notice that you’re hiding in here?”
“I’m just not in the mood for his puppy eyes this morning, all right?”
“Such a shame you can’t get it through your skull that this boy is the best thing that could ever happen to you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please! He represents the last thing I want.”
“You don’t want a guy with a good job, Madden?”
“A good job? He’s a mechanic.”
“He has his own body shop, that boy has a head on his shoulders. Besides, I didn’t take you for a snob.”
“I’m not a snob, I’m not holding out for a doctor or a lawyer. I just want somebody who wants to cut and run from this town as much as I do. I don’t want to end up dying in a trailer park, does that make me a snob?”
“Having a man who’s sweet on you isn’t enough?”
“Sweet is boring. I’m dead tired of boring, Marjorie.”
I watched her bite her tongue and assemble a couple of plates. Objectively, she wasn’t wrong. Jason was not bad looking, with deep brown eyes and short cropped hair. He wasn’t chubby or anything though it was difficult to see since he was always wearing a blue mechanic’s jumpsuit.
And then there was the fact that he evidently liked me. It was hard to hide in such an insignificant one-horse town, a place where everyone paired up for the long journey to the funeral home. Jason was older than me by four years and as I turned 16 I started noticing the way he looked at me when he came back on furloughs from the Air Force.
Yet, he never asked me out. It was like he was too shy to do anything about it. Sometimes I think that’s why I never even considered going out with him. I didn’t want to end up with someone as dull as this place. He had this unspectacular mechanics job in the Air Force and he was too meek to even talk to me? That certainly wasn’t my idea of a boyfriend.
Now he was 29 and back from the service. He had opened a tiny body shop so he could fix cars. That was something I didn’t understand, how could someone who had been all over the world come back to this place? No ambition, no sense of adventure. Definitely not somebody I wanted to end up with.
I grabbed the grapefruit and walked out of the kitchen.
“Here you go, Jason.”
“Thanks.” I was about to walk away when he spoke again. “Say, Madden. You think I’ll get into trouble if I do this?”
He pulled out a small sticker from inside his jumpsuit and applied it to the chromed napkin dispenser.
“What’s that?”
“Some promotional company sent me these hoping I’d order a thousand or something. It’s just the name of my garage with my address and phone number.”
“Then you’d better peel that off before Marjorie sees you. She’s got a strict no-graffiti policy.”
“We’ll see if she even notices,” he added with a wink.
He pushed the dispenser away with no intention of removing the sticker. That somehow impressed me. I never would’ve expected him to break the rules, however trivial they were.
Before I could say anything, I noticed we had a new customer sitting way back in a booth against the side windows. We had our fair share of truckers and transients and I first I thought he was one of those. He certainly had the appearance down pat: torn faded jeans, longish hair, three-day-old beard, and an Iron Maiden T-shirt. But there was something else about him that told me he was different.
It was in the way he stood up straight, his head held high with a hint of a snarl. It only took one glance to figure out he was a dangerous man. After a lifetime here, I was ready for some danger.
“Morning, what can I get you?”
He took his sweet time turning toward me and then his eyes scanned me from head to toe. That was usually a surefire way to get on my shit list but strangely today I felt differently about it. There was this I’m-above-everything vibe about him, like he knew he was doing something wrong and yet didn’t give a damn about it.
“What’s good here?”
“It’s breakfast hour. You’re ever heard anyone mess up a breakfast?”
“You’d be surprised, sweetheart. Just came from El Paso and I found a new place to avoid.”
I wasn’t sure what to answer to that so I jumped back into the script. “We have a breakfast casserole for $4.99. It’s corned beef hash smothered in gravy, topped with scrambled eggs and melted cheddar cheese. It comes with fresh fruit and we can add a side of bacon for 75 cents.”
I knew he wasn’t listening to me just from looking at his eyes. He was staring at me again, like he was inspecting merchandise. It pissed me off that it didn’t make me angry. On top of that, I couldn’t help loathing the unflattering pink waitress uniform I was wearing. It was the first time a guy was looking me over in weeks and I was wearing this?
“Just bring me coffee and French toast.”
I wrote down his order but all I kept thinking about was how to have him ask for my number. I hadn’t had this primal urge for somebody in a long time. It wasn’t my style to throw myself at someone – in a town like this it was impossible to do so without being called a slut.
“I’ll be right back with the coffee.”
I made a round to my customers on the way back to the counter, making sure everybody was fine and handing out a couple of checks. When I reached the counter, Jason put a hand on my forearm.
“Say, Madden… I was wondering if I could ask you something.”
“Your food will be right out,” I replied, eager to get back to the stranger.
“No, it’s not about that. I have to go to Albuquerque this weekend for parts. I was wondering if you wanted to come along with me. I mean, after we could go to a movie and maybe a nice restaurant. There’s this sushi place I heard about, it just opened and…”
I groaned silently. I knew this day would come, when he would finally ask me out, and I hated having to be a bitch by turning him down. He was a nice guy and even though I wasn’t interested I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Yeah, Jason. I don’t think I’m gonna be free this weekend. But thanks!”
I quickly moved away from him before he could insist. God, why was this happening today?! Was it because he saw how I acted around the other guy? Was he jealous? Maybe I needed to really show him I wasn’t interested. I dropped off the order, grabbed the coffeepot, and came back to the new customer. I very slowly poured him some coffee.
“So are you new in town?” I asked.
“Just passing through. It’s a great road to ride my Harley.”
“Oh wow, I just love motorcycles.”
My gushing was forced and totally obvious but I looked over my shoulder and saw Jason bristle. Good, I thought. Maybe he would get the hint that I wasn’t into him.
When the mug was filled to the brim, I was out of pretexts. I went back to the fascinating task of waitressing for the next 20 minutes but all I could think about was the biker. Little girls had fantasies about princes, mine were about bikers.
When he finished his French toast I had an excuse to go back to him.
“How was the food, stranger?”
“Okay.”
“Would you like more coffee?”
“Did you really mean it when you said you love motorcycles?”
“I sure did, just love ‘em.”
Truth be told, I had only been on bikes a handful of times back in high school when my boyfriend had gotten himself a dirt bike.
“Wanna see my Harley?”
His eyes were piercing into mine and I swallowed with difficulty. “Yes.”
“Come on.”
He wiped his hands and mouth and grabbed his leather vest before standing up. He took my hand and I didn’t have a choice but to follow him out. I was distinctly aware of Jason staring at me and although that made me feel guilty I was excited at what would happen next, whatever that was.
Chapter 2
When I got outside, the biker took my hand and led me around the building toward the parking lot. I had trouble keeping up but I was also excited at the urgency in his step. We went down the row of cars and trucks and right after my rusty Tercel there was his motorcycle.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, gazing at the sleek machine, the burgundy tank bulging like a teardrop.
That’s when the stranger did something I totally didn’t expect. I thought he would gush over his bike like a newborn, showing it off proudly and telling me the entire history of the vehicle, from the inner valves to the chrome work. Guys were like that with their toys. Instead, he threw his leather vest on top of it and pulled me along around the corner of the building.
“What are you doing?”
He propelled me into the yellow brick wall and before I could express my confusion, his mouth was on mine. He kissed me hard and fast, his hands all over my body. I hummed in protest because it was expected of me, but secretly I was loving it. It was the first time a guy didn’t ask permission and I felt wanted.
His hands shot to my breasts and he squeezed them rhythmically. I wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination but this was definitely the fastest a guy had gone to second base with me.
I resisted my first instinct and just let him do his thing. He kissed my neck, sucking on the skin like he wanted to absorb me. I’m not sure but I think I was purring out loud by then. He pinched my nipples through the fabric of my uniform and bra and grinded into me.
That’s when I felt the hardness in his pants.
A part of me wanted to touch it. I wanted to make sure this was real, that he really was excited by me. What stopped me was that I didn’t want to appear desperate. I didn’t want him to know how much I needed this. He pulled back and grinned as if he could read my mind.
“Can you feel how hard I am? That’s all you, you know. You’re the one making my dick this way.”
Uncertain what to say, I held my breath and just stared back at him. I was desperate not to show the effect it had on me so I was grateful when he kissed me again. I moaned shamelessly when he kissed his way down my throat and went back to squeezing my tits.
He went further down, his hands gliding down my body until they were on my naked thighs. By then he was crouching in front of me and reaching farther under my skirt.
“No,” I said. “Not here, we can’t do this here.”
“Sure we can.”
“What if we get caught? You don’t know this place.”
“No one can see.”
His voice was calm and weirdly reassuring. I instinctively looked left and right and it was true, we were shielded from the street. We were behind the restaurant and the only way someone would be able to see us was if they came around back to hurl trash into the dumpster. And at this time of day Marjorie wouldn’t come out from the back.
Still, I wasn’t sure about this. “We could go to my trailer, it’s not far.”
“It’s too far, trust me. I can’t wait.”
His hands found my panties and without ceremony he yanked them down until they were around my ankles.
