Tainted Rose (7 page)

She wasn’t getting away with anything tonight. She looked over her shoulder and saw Murdoch’s firm, erect penis. He wasn’t having any trouble getting it up tonight. Usually she always fought Murdoch off. He wasn’t as scary as Serge and the other BRMC riders. Murdoch had managed to have his way with her for the first few months after she’d arrived, but pretty soon she’d built up enough courage to resist him.

Tonight, she was giving him a free pass.

“What do I need?” he said.

“Haven’t you ever done this before?”

It was his first time. She was surprised. She would have thought that an old, seasoned biker like him, someone who made it a habit of trying to rape her the entire first couple of months she was there, would have had anal sex before in his life.

He continued pressing the head of his thick cock against her anus but it still wouldn’t go in.

“Don’t you have some vaseline or jelly or something?” she said.

This was even more humiliating than she’d imagined. Not only did she have to let him do this but she actually had to give him instructions on how to do it properly too.

“Wait here,” Murdoch said.

Rose shook her head. Murdoch was an idiot, there was no doubt about it. Sometimes she was scared of him but all she had to remember is how stupid and inept he was and she could usually get her courage back.

“Where do you think I’m going to go?” she said.

Murdoch left and a moment later came back with a jar of vaseline that Rose had bought to put on her heels.

“Get back in position,” he said to her.

Rose got back on her hands and knees and looked at the wall.

“I’m going to let you do this,” she said, “but then we’re even.”

Murdoch took a thick dab of the vaseline and without any warning pressed his finger right into her anus.

“Jesus,” she said.

He pushed his finger in deep, all the way. Rose gasped. The sensation of it was overwhelming. She felt her eyes water as his finger slid all the way into her anus and then came back out.

“Okay,” he said. He got up on his knees and pressed the tip of his rock hard cock against her greased asshole. It hurt as he pressed, as hard as he could, against her ass. His cock wouldn’t go in, but he kept up the pressure and a moment later it slipped into her vagina.

That shocked her too. She hadn’t been ready for it. She cried out. Murdoch’s hard, throbbing cock had just rammed deep into her pussy.

“Oh, yeah,” he cried out, “is that it?”

“That’s my pussy, dumb ass.”

She could feel him hesitate as he thought about whether or not to pull out of her vagina. It probably felt really good to have his cock in there. After all, that was the hole that nature had designed for it.

But he pulled out.

“This is my one chance to do this,” he said and took another thick dab of vaseline from the jar.

Rose sighed. Her pussy was coated in vaseline. It was so slippery it almost excited her.

“Look,” she said, “if you’re going to do this, you’ve got to loosen me up first.”

“You mean like foreplay?”

“No, not like foreplay. You’ve got to loosen my asshole, dummy. It’s not like it’s designed to have something as large as your cock shoved up into it.”

“With my fingers?”

“Yes.”

Rose gasped again as Murdoch’s long index finger pushed in past the muscle, into her anus. She felt like an animal that was being checked before purchase. The sensation in her asshole was overwhelming.

“Okay,” she said, “now twist it around a little.”

Murdoch seemed pleased to be getting her cooperation. For the second time that night, she decided to numb her mind as much as possible and try not to register all of the details of what was happening. This was her life now. She’d been here in this place for almost two years. She didn’t know when she would be getting away. Murdoch had her. If he wanted to fuck her in the ass, she might as well make the experience pass as painlessly and quickly as possible.

“Now get another finger in there,” she said, “carefully.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, and then he forced a second finger into her anus, next to the first.

He now had his index and middle finger in there. Rose gasped as she felt him slide in.

“Jesus,” she cried.

“You alright?”

“I’m alright. Just go slowly.”

Murdoch shoved his fingers into her asshole as far as they would go and then began rotating them, opening up the hole of her ass, stretching and loosening the muscle.

“That’s it,” she said. “Just go slow.”

Murdoch kept moving both fingers around, stretching her out gradually and then slid a third finger into her anus too.

“Okay, stop” she said as the third finger pressed in and stretched her anus as far as it could go. “That should be enough. Try now.”

He took his hand out of her and pressed the tip of his hard cock against her anus again. It wouldn’t go in. She could feel him pressing it against her, she could feel the rigid cock forcing itself against her asshole but he wasn’t pressing hard enough.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said. “Just go for it.”

“Will it hurt you?”

“I’ll be okay,” she said.

She couldn’t believe that she was having to talk him through the entire process. He was supposed to be forcing her to do this. Now she was walking him through it.

He thrust against her ass again and this time, in a shock of sensation that flooded through her entire body, she felt his rock hard, rigid cock slide deep up into her asshole.

She screamed out, more from surprise than from any pain.

“Are you okay?” he said again.

“Yes,” she grunted.

It was overpowering, the feeling of it was almost too much, but it wasn’t pain. She could handle it.

“Fuck me,” she said, and she didn’t have to say anything after that.

Murdoch began ramming her anus with his hard, thick cock, driving it deep up into her asshole. She screamed out from the sensation of it and that only seemed to excite him even farther.

“Oh yeah,” he cried out.

Rose screamed as he continued to pound his rod deep into her. She was looking at the wall and she tried to picture an attractive man as she was being fucked. She couldn’t do it. All she could see were the faces of Murdoch, and Caribou Bill, and Serge Gauthier and all the other awful lowlifes she was surrounded by in this place. She even pictured Rex Savage’s face. These were all men she hated, and it was sad that she couldn’t see anyone but them when she tried to imagine a man. It was like all the good memories she had of things that had happened before she’d been captured and taken to this place were fading. She wondered if the day would come when all she could remember would be this place. She imagined if she stayed here long enough, if she could’t find a way to escape, then that was what would happen. This would be all she would ever know. The members of the DRMC, the customers of the Cat, those men would fuck her and abuse her till they were done with her and then her life would be over.

She shuddered at the thought of that, of spending all the rest of her life up there in that desolate, godforsaken place. For the rest of her life she would be fucked and gawked at by horny, disgusting men until she was no longer of any use to them. Was that really all she had to look forward to?

As if to answer her, Murdoch thrust hard into her anus and began orgasming. She could feel the pulsing throb of his penis as it began to reach its ultimate climax. Then she felt the sticky jets of semen flying up into her rectum, filling her up. He hadn’t worn a condom. His cock shot streaks of wet, hot jizz right into her and she cried out from the sensation of it. Murdoch screamed too.

Then he pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed. Rose remained in the position she was in, staring at the wall. For some reason, she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to be lying on the bed next to Murdoch as the pleasure of his orgasm wafted over him so she refused to lie down.

Murdoch’s dog was outside. Rose remained in position, listening to his dog outside the window, barking like a crazy animal. Murdoch’s semen slowly slid out of her asshole and down her thighs, onto the bedsheets that she would be sleeping on in the cold, dark dampness of that prison that was her life.

VI

R
OSE AND MURDOCH WERE A
little edgy on Thursday. The prospect of having Serge come out to the bar was always a stressful one. A lot of the time he was easygoing, he wasn’t strict on the standards that they kept the Velvet Cat to, but he was unpredictable, uncontrollable, and sometimes he could be terribly violent.

“What are you looking at?” Murdoch said to Rose.

She was sitting at the bar, stirring a cup of coffee even though it was black.

“Nothing,” she said.

She was just thinking. Her mind was wandering and she was staring across the bar out through the window. Murdoch had been different since the other night when she’d let him have his way with her. It had been the first time in a long time that he’d actually managed to fuck her. When she first arrived he’d forced himself on her practically every night. That had continued for a month or two and it had been one of the most hellish times in all her life. Everything had been so new, so terrifying.

She’d fought him off as hard as she could. At least for the first few weeks. After something like that happens enough times though, you start to get used to it. Rose would never have even thought it was possible but within a month of arriving at the Cat, she was used to Murdoch’s nightly visits and didn’t resist like she had at first. She would just lay there and let him do what he wanted. She’d been so beaten, so defeated, that nothing seemed to matter.

It was another month or so before she realized that she was just as strong as Murdoch, stronger even. She would be lying there, letting him fuck her, and the way she looked at him, the disdain she had for him, it sort of scared him away. Things changed after that. He forced himself on her less and less. It still happened, especially when he was drunk, but she had found some hidden, internal strength and was able to keep him at bay as often as not.

This had been the first time she’d actually allowed him to fuck her. It worried her. She wondered at how much she’d changed. She’d gone from being a frightened, subdued girl, someone who fought tooth and nail against being raped, to a woman who hardly even cared anymore. She was scared that she might be losing her humanity, losing her femininity. Something was changing in her. She’d sucked off Caribou Bill for no good reason. He was repulsive, and she’d done it just to please him. And then she’d
allowed
Murdoch to fuck her, and not just fuck her, but fuck her in the ass. She knew that she was changing. She was getting hard and numb and cold. If she didn’t manage to get away from that awful place soon she would turn into one of those old, hard women who had spent too many years stripping, too many years taking abuse and doing nothing about it. She would become a stone, a woman who no one could ever love, who could never love anyone.

*

“Y
OU SEEM AWFUL THOUGHTFUL,” MURDOCH
said.

She didn’t answer him. She got up and poured herself some more coffee and went over to the window.

“He’ll be here soon,” she said.

“He will,” Murdoch said.

Serge’s weekly visits made Murdoch just as jumpy as her. Murdoch had been in the DRMC for twenty years, Serge had been a fourteen-year-old boy when Murdoch first joined, but Serge had quickly risen up through the ranks of the club’s hierarchy. He was known for his brutality. He was always willing to do what needed to be done, no matter how violent it was. And that was the sort of man who got ahead in an organization like the BRMC.

Rose had heard stories that made her blood shiver. There was a time when a club member had double crossed him, gone to the police about something. When Serge finally caught the guy he had his eyes torn from head with pliers. Murdoch told her a lot of stories like that. Thankfully she hadn’t seen anything like that first hand. She’d seen enough to know that the stories were probably true, though. Serge had a violent streak in him that most people would have a hard time even believing.

“You got the accounts all up to date?” she said to Murdoch.

She was still angry with Murdoch for what he’d done to her but she didn’t want to see him get in trouble with Serge. She didn’t like seeing people hurt.

There were days when even the slightest thing would set Serge off. Rose wanted to make sure that didn’t happen if she could help it.

“What do I look like?” Murdoch said.

“Well, last week you were behind.”

“And I learned my lesson,” Murdoch said.

Rose wondered if it was difficult for Murdoch to have to take orders from someone he’d seen rise up through the ranks right past him. Apparently there had been a time when it looked like Murdoch would become vice-president. Those days were long past now. Murdoch was in the biker equivalent of a Siberian outpost. He’d practically been disowned by the DRMC. There wasn’t really a lower job the club could have given him than being manager of the Cat. There was no glory in it, no chance of making a big score, and very little opportunity to consort with his brothers.

Rose knew motorcycle clubs well. Her father had been a founding member of the Sioux Rangers and before his death the club was all the family she and her father had. They lived at the clubhouse. She’d grown up there. She knew better than most that one of the main reasons to join a club like that was to be part of something, to be part of a family. The loyalty that the club members had to each other and the club was stronger than almost any other loyalty she’d ever seen. Members had to work hard and risk everything to become fully patched, often they even risked their lives, and the reward for that was to be made part of a loyal group of brothers that had your back for the rest of your life. Being sent out here to manage a lonely strip club was a huge humiliation for Murdoch. He hardly saw any of his old brothers any more. He barely even got to ride his bike. Rose didn’t know what Murdoch had done to be sent out here but she knew from the way Serge and the other members treated him that it was punishment for something that must have happened in the past.