The Snake Bites MC

Chapter Six - Wrestler

I had two hours with her before Knockout fed her and if I didn't want to have the smell of vomit in my nose for a week I needed to act now.

I banged into the room and she jumped to her feet. I noticed the cuffs on her and gave an internal nod of approval to Knockout.

I opened the cage.

"Out," I ordered but she stood her ground.

I stepped in, grabbed a wrist and hauled her out. I didn't bargain like Knockout and she needed to learn that quickly.

I carried her to the center of the room and she struggled mightily but was no match for my strength. I bent her arms behind her, lying them across the small of her back and clipped the cuffs into one another.

I bent her over a nearby bench and clipped the ankle cuffs together holding her down with my body weight.

I reached up and tugged on the hook until I could clip it through the two rings of the ankle cuffs. I laid her on the ground and walked to the console.

I pressed a button and the hook began to rise and soon she was hanging upside down from her ankles.

I left her dangling there a while without saying or doing anything.

Once she realized her struggling was getting her nowhere she calmed.

"What now?" she asked and I nearly smiled.

She was strong and in any other circumstances I'd revel in that, but her strength was going to make this very hard on her, if we couldn't break her quickly.

I presented her with a paddle or a cane.

"Chose one or if you won't I'll use both and double the strokes."

"How many of each?" she asked.

"Five with the cane, ten with the paddle."

"Ten with the paddle," she chose.

"Or...you could just tell me who you're working for and all this can end."

She shook her head.

She took the ten with the paddle well although her cries had become higher pitched near the end.

I offered her another choice. Whip or flogger, same number difference. She chose the flogger as I knew she would.

This went more quickly. I got the flogger swirling and moved from her shoulder up to her bottom on one side, five strokes and then back down again on the other side.

I gave her a final choice but she wouldn't choose.

"Oh for god's sake just punch me in the gut, why don't you, it'd be quicker," she exclaimed and I raised the hook towards the ceiling so that her face came in line with mine.

"Is that your choice? Five in the gut?" I asked. She hesitated.

"If that's it for a while," she bargained and I glanced at the time.

Her food would be here in ten minutes but best for her to think she'd made a slight gain.

I lowered her to the optimal point for me to punch her. I had no qualms about doing it, even though she was a woman and I supposed part of me rationalized that she had made the choice.

I held nothing back with the first punch and her body tried to curl but gravity made it difficult.

"Oh fuck...," she panted.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" I asked and she shook her head.

I landed the second one and by punch five her body was limp and she was crying.

The door behind me opened and I thought Knockout was early but when I glanced it was Hydrogen and Grinder in the doorway.

No fucking way.

I marched over to them, blocking them from seeing Vixen.

"Out, now," I ordered and moved forward caging them and using my superior bulk to shove them backwards.

Hydrogen strained his neck and I knew they were locking gazes. If she thought she had an ally here, we'd never get anywhere with her.

I bulldozed them out of the room and slammed the door shut, just as Knockout arrived.

"What are you doing?" he asked them and they both growled at me.

"He was punching the stuffing out of her," Grinder stated and Knockout looked between me and them.

"And what did you expect, exactly? We're trying to get her to betray her people, that's not going to happen without a fight and some pain. She's the enemy here, not Wrestler or me. If you interfere with us again I'll report you to Snake, am I clear?"

"Maybe we can be some kind of 'good cop'," Grinder suggested.

Jesus, they really were soft on her, weren't they?

"Let us be in there while she's eating. We might be able to make her see sense without beating her to a pulp. Or she might let something slip."

"She'll be eating inside the cage and we'll be watching. Don't let her out, don't give her any concessions. Keep to the fact that she's crossed a line here and what's coming is inevitable unless she co-operates."

We all entered the room. I got her down from the hook and she willingly went back into the cage so that she could eat the stew Knockout was offering.

Chapter Seven - Vixen

I sat crossed legged on the floor of the cage and spooned up the stew, which I had to admit smelled wonderful.

I'd thought about refusing to eat but then decided it would be better to have some strength just in case an opportunity to escape arrived.

I avoided looking at Hydrogen and Grinder.

"What do you have against our club, Vixen?" Grinder asked and I shrugged.

"I don't personally have anything against your club," I replied, telling him the truth.

Actually, their MC had been the only place where my choices were truly respected and they tried to give me some pleasure.

"So why be involved in these attacks?" he asked.

"To give a friend closure."

I needed to stop answering because soon I wouldn't be able to hold back details that would lead to Phoenix.

"Members of your MC hurt my friend, that's all I'm willing to say."

It wouldn't make sense to them and I kinda understood why. Phoenix had been hurt thirty years ago. To still be out for revenge for that seemed ridiculous, however, I knew she was also trying to get back at Spirit for taking Doc's side and shunning her, when she reached out more recently.

I tipped the bowl to my lips and drank down the last of the soup from the stew. I placed the bowl outside the bars and waited.

"What members? When? Maybe we can sort this for your friend," Hydrogen suggested and I shook my head.

"But that friend just tried to blow you up," Grinder argued. Again I shook my head.

I was convinced that it was just a timing thing. Phoenix didn't have eyes on us when we were out and so she might have just misjudged how long it would take me to get to safety.

Hydrogen's phone pinged and he showed the message to Grinder. They stood.

"Just tell them what they want to know, Vixen. Whoever this friend is they're not worth getting this hurt for."

When they left the lights were turned out but the air con wasn't put back on and so I lay down on my side and tried to get some rest.

It was difficult since Wrestler had punched me on both sides of my stomach and so my ribs were sore. My ass cheeks still ached from the paddling and my back was still tender from the flogger.

I could take all of this for Phoenix. Right now she was likely planning how to come and rescue me.

I wasn't able to keep track of time very well and so I didn't know how long they let me rest but then a new biker appeared. His cut said his name was Fist.

"Strip," he ordered but I shook my head. They'd left me in my singlet and fitted leggings and I was cold.

"If you don't take them off yourself, I'll shred them with a knife and then you'll have nothing to put back on," he bargained.

What was with these guys and the choices that weren't really choices?

I took off my clothes and piled them in the corner of the cage, hoping they'd let me dress after whatever was going to happen.

He stood studying me for the longest while. He gestured for me to turnaround so I did. He moved closer and inspected my ass cheeks where Wrestler had paddled me and my back for the flogger marks.

"Out."

I stood still and suddenly the front of the cage dropped to the floor and he reached for my arm and flung me into the room.

I stumbled some of the way but caught myself on the furniture before I fell. He approached me and I tried to avoid him when he slapped out at me.

My backside, my thighs, my breasts. One slap caught my cheek and my head snapped to the side and I lost balance.

"Give me their name," he growled.

He swung a chair into position in the center of the room. It was metal and had chains already attached. He grabbed me and slammed me into it, straddling me immediately and using his full weight, which all came from his muscled body, so that I couldn't get back up.

He wrestled one arm around the back of the chair and clipped a chain on and then he repeated this. I kicked out for as long as I could before he got my legs restrained, my thighs parted wide with everything on display including the fact that I was aroused, god help me.

He slapped the insides of my thighs until they were red. He picked up a riding crop and slapped it against my pussy until I cried out in pain but also with pleasure.

He stepped back, his breathing labored.

"Jesus, Vixen, no-one is worth this," he panted out.

"She is," I shouted, "she is worth every single moment of pain you inflict on me."

I clamped my mouth shut realizing what I'd done. I'd narrowed it down for them now. If they'd heard my muttered words the first night about Spirit it'd be so easy to know now that the member of her family I meant was her mother.

"Let me speak with Spirit."

I'd been sitting in this chair for hours, I thought and all of my muscles were sore or seized. Some sound came through the speakers like a number being dialed on a telephone. The call connected and I almost wept when I heard Phoenix's voice.

"Siobhan, what a nice surprise."

"Hello Fiona, or should I say Phoenix?"

The second voice was Spirit's and she sounded annoyed. I dropped my head, ashamed at how easily I gave Phoenix away.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"We know all about your MC and the attacks it's been carrying out against us," Spirit informed her and there was a pause.

"So she survived did she? I suppose the bitch starting squealing the moment you laid hands on her?"

Did she mean me?

"Are you talking about Vixen, Phoenix? Actually, even after you tried to blow her to bits, she's been a very loyal soldier to your cause, whatever that might be. She's taken a lot of abuse and kept her mouth shut. No, it was the trail you left that helped us find you. Communication and cyber breadcrumbs that our tech guy managed to follow back to their source. Call off this vendetta Phoenix and you can have Vixen back."

"You can keep her, kill her, do what you like with her, she's served her purpose. I wonder how Doc feels about his own flesh and blood betraying him for me. This isn't over. I'm going to destroy you all for taking away everything I ever cared about."

I couldn't believe what she'd just said. They'd offered me back to her and she threw me aside, again. Had I been totally naïve and stupid to have believed her story? If I was nothing to Phoenix then I had no-one in this world who gave a damn about me.

"If you won't end this, Phoenix, we will."

The call dropped and within seconds Spirit stood over me.

"Do you see what the reality is now, Vixen? It's all lies. She was the one who didn't care about anyone who didn't give her exactly what she wanted. She walked away from me as a baby. No-one forced her out, she left willingly and now she's walked away from you, because you're no longer useful to her."

"No, you're wrong. She just said that so you couldn't use me against her," I shouted back.

Spirit blew out a breath and shook her head. After a few minutes she released me from the chair.

"Go and get dressed," she said and then gestured to what I presumed was a camera. As soon as I stepped into the cage it closed around me so I concentrated on dressing.

The room filled with men.

Hydrogen and his crew, Grinder and his, Knockout, Wrestler and Fist, Snake, Duke and Hammer.

They stood around Spirit in a circle.

"We'd likely only be sending her back to her death and she seems to have been completed taken in with Fiona's story," Spirit reasoned.

"What do you propose doing with her," Snake asked and she glanced over her shoulder at me.

"Keep her here. Maybe see if we can help her to see the truth."

"Ok," Snake agreed, rubbing his hand down her back and pulling her into his side.

"Knockout, your crew can stand down," Hammer ordered.

"Thank fuck for that," Fist exclaimed, marching out the door without a backward glance followed more slowly by Knockout and Wrestler.

"Hydrogen, Grinder, keep the rota you'd put in place. Watch her in pairs," Hammer continued.

Spirit looked around.

"If we're keeping her here, maybe ease up on the cage, ok? Three good meals a day and bring her warmer clothes or turn up the heat in here."

"But, use the extendable chain to keep her on a short lease at night and when you feed her," Hammer added, shrugging at a look from Spirit. "she shouldn't be able to reach the door if you're coming or going."

The last comment I heard her make as they moved towards the door was about finding out what Phoenix meant about Doc and his flesh and blood betraying him. That was strange. As far as I knew Spirit was his only blood relative left.

Chapter Eight - Boom

It was midnight again and Angel and I were on shift.

He left me with Vixen while he got some fresh underwear, night-clothes, bed-clothes for the bed. When he came back he'd also brought fresh towels, a toothbrush and paste and toiletries.

The small bathroom in the basement had a shower and so we suggested she might want to have one and her body almost went limp at the idea, although she tried to pretend she didn't care either way.

We removed all of the leather cuffs and she disappeared clutching the bundle Angel handed to her.

We spent the time dressing the bed and bringing in one of the couches from the observation room to give her somewhere to sit.

"Hammer insisted she be on a leash at all times and a short one at night," I held up the leather collar to Angel and he nodded.

There was one chain that hung from the ceiling but was attached to a large roll and a winch so it could be lengthened and shortened. If we padlocked it to the loop on the collar it could be extended when she was locked into the room but could be retracted to keep her clear of the door. It didn't reach the bathroom but she could ask if she needed that.

She was still drawn and pale when she came back into the room but her eyes were a little brighter. The night-clothes Angel had brought looked cosey.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"After midnight, twelve fifteen," I replied and held up the collar.

She stood where she was but her shoulders slumped a little. I approached her and she didn't back away or resist. She let me put it on without a word and the act completed in silence was intimate. A memory of the last time we'd played in here together floated across my mind and my crotch twitched.

Obviously, despite all that had happened our mutual attraction was still there, because when I stepped away her eyes were closed and she let out a small sigh before opening them again.

I attached and padlocked the chain to her collar while she sat and waited.

"Try to get some sleep," Angel advised and she crawled up the bed. We watched as she got under the covers and closed her eyes.

We went back to the observation room to wait out the night.

"Phoenix seems to really have done a number on her, huh?" I asked when the silence began to get to me.

"I suppose when you're only getting one side of the story and it's from someone you've come to care about it's easy to believe," he replied.

"I just hope Spirit can find some way of convincing her so that she might be able stick around."

"You'd want that, after she betrayed and lied to us?" Angel asked, leaning back into the small chair that looked like it might collapse under his weight.

"I'm not saying we wouldn't have to rebuild the trust between us but it wasn't like she knew us. She thought she was supporting someone she loved get what they needed."

"She is quite something. I've never really been interested in getting to know anything about a club-slut before, but her..." Angel watched her sleep and then scrubbed his face with his hands.

It was around 6am when we heard the chain rattle and looked through the one-way glass. Vixen was standing almost in the middle of the room, the chain fully extended behind her.

"Guys, I need the bathroom, please," she said softly.

I stood at the closed unlocked door while Angel approached her and released the chain.

Her cheeks were red and I imagined it was embarrassing having to ask to pee but we were giving her what freedom we could.

At 8am the door to the observation room opened and Demolition and Stoic strode in. The smell of breakfast came with them and my stomach growled.

We all fist bumped and they looked into the room. Vixen had showered and was dressed again in her singlet and fitted leggings. She was making the bed, god help us, like some demented domestic goddess.

Chapter Nine - Stoic

My name did not truly reflect my temperament and when Demolition and I had watched Fist sit on Vixen and then slap her with the crop until she cried, Demolition had to sit on me to keep me from tearing Fist's head off.

Rationally, I knew my reaction was over the top for many reasons.

We barely knew this woman.

She'd lied to us from day one.

She'd been prepared to take down our MC to get her friend some closure but could I fault her for any or all of that?

If I'd thought that any of my crew, any MC member for that matter deserved revenge for being wronged I'd step up every time.

Why would I hold that against Vixen?

It was just a shame that it made her our enemy, at least for now.

Before this, I'd felt that she and I had begun to build an understanding. I couldn't be certain but I thought perhaps I'd introduced her to her darker side where she liked the feel of my hand around her throat pressing just that little bit too much while she strained for release.

The sight of the collar around her neck now, had my crotch twitching.

Following Hammer's instructions I pressed the button on the console that retracted the chain attached to the collar. She felt the pull and began to move away from the door and towards the center of the room where the guys had set up a table and chairs.

Boom and Angel left as we entered the room with her breakfast.

Paula, Grizzler's old lady had cooked her a full fry and her eyes widened when she saw it.

"We weren't sure if you drank tea or coffee so we brought both," Demolition explained the different take-away cups now being lined up before her.

"Tea, thanks," she said as she picked up a knife and fork and began digging into the food.

I grabbed one of the cups of coffee and Demolition took the other.

She glanced up a few times as she chewed.

"You two just gonna sit there and watch me eat?" she asked and we nodded.

"How's your body doing this morning?" I asked after a bit of silence. She held out her hand and rocked it in a so-so response as her mouth was full.

"We brought your bike back with us," Demolition suddenly announced and the smile that spread across her face was amazing.

"She survived the blast?" she asked and he nodded.

"Just like her owner...she was damn lucky," I added, the anger in my tone directed completely at Phoenix or Fiona or whatever the bitch's name was who'd given the order.

"It wasn't deliberate," she retorted, mopping up the runny center of her fried egg with some sausage.

"Believe me, honey, it damn was," Demolition argued. "If you factor in the delay between command and execution that order to detonate had to have been given just after you dropped the device back on the roof."

"Exactly, so she gave the command thinking the delay would give me time to get clear, and it did, I'm alive aren't I?"