Mac took a deep drink of his beer watching people as the moved through the room. It hadn't changed much and the girls were still the same since the last time he had been to The Shady Ladies. Motioning for his next round he watched as the whore of a barmaid got it together and sent it his way. The trollop bringing it his way was adding an extra sway to her hips as she smiled at him licking her lips.
"Just you all on your own?" She purred leaning down on the table.
Mac took his first shot looking her over. She was taller with strawberry blonde hair about mid back that was hanging in silk waves around her tan shoulders with wide open blue eyes. Mac met her eyes and seen more than just some stupid whore she had an innocence about her, he wanted to rip throat out already.
Knocking the shot back he licked his lips setting back letting the darkness of the booth cloak him. He let his eyes slide around her body feeling his groin tighten in appraisal. She was as far from Harper as he was going to get tonight and he'd fuckin' take that. He needed a distraction from those eyes looking at him and her words. If he didn't get it he was going to go back and beat her within an inch of her life and then fucker her the rest of the way her there.
"You need anything else?" She stood up looking him over.
Mac lit his cigarette watching the girls behind her on work the crowd and poles the stupid fuckin' men who were just throwing it at them. Mac waved her away and seen the disappointment flash across her face as she turned. She made it all of half way before looking over her shoulder at him. Mac shook his head still cloaked in the darkness watching her.
"Stupid bitch." He sneered. "Too fuckin' easy." A sick smiled graced his lips.
He wasn't sure how long he had set there drinking and watching these fuckin' whores. Too long was how long if he was honest. He came here for a reason and goddamn he had plans on getting what he wanted. He knew she was getting ready for shift change. He had watched some of the girls disappear along with her into the back.
Mac's eyes flashed over at the feeling of a hand sliding up his thigh. Blue eyes met his own and she smiled at him in greeting as her hand rubbed his cock. Mac raised an eyebrow wondering how far exactly she'd take it right here in the bar with still a damn good sized crowd around. Didn't matter that he had intentionally picked a back booth that was shrouded.
He felt her nimble fingers working his fly open but still said nothing to her just watching her. If he started talking now he'd more than likely take shit to far and draw a scene. No he'd wait till he got her back there and then he'd show her just what the fuck he really wanted. Flashes of burning brown cinders of eyes drilled holes in him while her blood soaked hair hung in tangles around her face looking up at him from the floor.
Her gripping his cock brought his eyes back to her as she kneeled in front of him. "What's your name?" Her hand slid up and down his length twisting slightly. "Strong silent type." She purred.
Mac hissed through clenched teeth as her mouth closed around his cock sucking him gently. Too fuckin' gently. Weaving his hand in to her hair his other hand came up around her jaw tightening her hold on him guiding her up and down his length. Her eyes flashed to his and she moaned around him the vibrations shooting straight through him.
Mac pushed her further down his length and felt her throat spasm around him and her eyes were on him wider than before. He let her up not wanting to scare her off before he got her out the door. Letting her up he watched her eyes dilate and relax as they flooded with lust again. Mac let his mind drift to the knife on his belt and how easy it'd be to drive it through her soft throat as she swallowed him down fully.
Mac growled not bothering to warn her and spilled himself in her throat keeping her pace on him. She moaned around him again and he pulled her away righting his clothing. She set back smiling at him licking her lips. She had a look in her eyes that was begging to get her beat. She looked self-satisfied. This was a bitch use to getting what she wanted.
Mac stood up abruptly tossing money down on the table and walked away. Stupid cunt wasn't the boss of him or his dick. Fuck her. He heard her irritated huff from the ground as he walked away. The rapid clicking of her heels trying to catch him made him almost smirk as he made his way outside.
"Is that all?" Her voice called to him.
Mac looked over his shoulder his eyes sweeping her quickly as he kept walking. She was still following him. His eyes swept the parking lot quickly. Alone. His eyes sought out the cameras and smiled when he seen they were still fucked up from last time.
Pulling his door open he grabbed up his shit just as she got to him. "Excuse me. You have an idea how rude that was?" She snapped.
Mac turned and looked at her his eyes hardening, "What the fuck you talking about? Rude?"
"I done you a favor!" She explained.
Mac laughed, "If I wanted my dick sucked I could have stayed home and got that."
Something on her face changed her eyes looking to his hands searching for something. Mac cracked his neck and watched her for a second, "No one told you to be a whore and drop to your fuckin' knees." Mac stepped away from his truck circling her in the darkness of the parking lot, "But given where you work I'm guessing that's just where your use to spending your fuckin' time."
She sucked in a breath as he stepped behind her his arm slid around her throat quickly applying enough pressure to stop any scream she had from escaping. Her feet left the ground as he leaned back and she struggled for a minute till she fully blacked out. Mac stepped around to the drivers side again grabbing his shit back up. He quickly got her ready and tossed her over the side covering her before getting in the truck and leaving.
Mac drove feeling his blood thrum with adrenaline as he got closer and closer to the canyons. He was almost there. He wasn't kidding when he had told Harper it was too much work taking someone back to your house. Shit always got messy. He wasn't one for cleaning up messes when it could be avoided when there was places no one knew about or would ever fuckin' look.
This bitch would never be found and if she was well by then she'd be so goddman far gone and decomposed they'd just throw a shovel of dirt on her and say fuck it. He'd fuckin' make sure of it. He was gonna fuck her enough to where she begged for death. He was going to make her regret being the fuckin' whore that she was.
Whipping on to the barely noticeable road he drove over the rough roads that hadn't been traveled in so long he knew no one really remembered them anymore. They had faded from memory like most things about this place. Mac pulled in and licked his lips tasting the left whiskey coating his lips as he opened his door.
A soft pained groan from the bed got his attention as he dropped his tailgate. Grabbing her ankles Mac jerked her roughly to the end of the truck bed and she yelped through the tape. Lifting her quickly over his shoulder he started towards the entrance to the cave walking with an ease that came with familiarity.
She mumbling and crying through the tape fighting against her bound hands and feet. Her struggle was getting him harder and harder, he'd break this bitch. He liked when they had fight, he liked seeing it die in their eyes when they realized they were never getting away. The acceptance though is what got him. How could someone fuckin' cower below another person? Stupid motherfuckers.
Dropping her harshly on the rough sandy floor she hit with all the grace of sack of shit. Her eyes searched the space quickly and he watched her golden tan start paling quickly once she seen what was in the room. Mac let the room light up letting her get a better look around as he set back watching her for a second.
She had bloody scratches on her legs already from his rough truck bed. Her throat was bruised up and her eyes were red puffy from her tears. Her strawberry blonde hair was hanging in rough tangles around her shoulders no longer the silky waves that she had worked hard to keep up at the club. She was a fiend for the fuck but now he seen the regret of her pursuit in her eyes.
Mac walked closet to her and she moved away from his as much as she could with being tied up. Her eyes wide and filled with fear looking up at him. He felt something in him building. His hand cracked across her face harshly, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He barked.
She shook her head blood spilling over the tape on her mouth mixing with her tears. She shook her head still looking up at him while coughing and Mac heard her struggling to swallow. He'd likely busted her lips flooding her mouth with blood, the thought making him smile.
"Worthless fuckin' whore." He sneered.
Mac looked her over sneering at what she was wearing. Fuckin' whore was the only thing he could think looking at her. Goddamn. Tiny scrap of a skirt the only thing covering her ass and pussy and a tiny sleazy tank top the only other scrap of clothing on her. She was too much of a whore to even wear goddamn panties.
Mac stood up working his belt open keeping his eyes on her. She was looking down at her lap her chest heaving with sobs blood dripping on to her lap from her busted nose. The jingle of his belt had her eyes coming up to his for a second before he seen a shudder rip through her body violently. Whipping his shirt over his head and letting his pants fall he grabbed her ankles dragging her back to him.
She yelped trying to get away but it was fruitless. Mac whipped his knife out running it up her thigh to the warm folds between her legs. She stilled immediately her eyes on him, "You try to run and I'll carve you out while you watch. Do you understand me?"
She nodded her tears spilling quicker as he cut away her top letting her small breast spill out. Mac looked her over briefly before slicing through her tiny skirt leaving her bare on the floor except the rope decorating her tan skin. Mac snatched up the bottle of whiskey setting on the table and took a long pull watching her.
Walking back over he ripped the tape away and she grimaced spitting blood out. Mac laughed taking another long pull, "Still think I'm rude?"
Her eyes slid along his body before meeting his and he seen shame burn through her as she thighs tightened. Like every good whore she knew her place. Mac set the bottle down walking back for her and seen her eyes go to the knife still gripped in his hand. The thought of cutting into her tan flash had him stone hard in seconds as he grabbed her ankles cutting away the rope.
"Stupid fuckin' bitch."
Her breath was coming faster as the knife slid back up her thigh moving straight for her pussy. Mac's other hand beat it there his fingers sinking into her without warning causing her breath to leave her. She was soaked despite everything. She closed her eyes tight against his assault and Mac just smiled his thumb circling her clit feeling her throb and tighten around his fingers.
"Needy fuckin' whore aren't you." He sneered.
She opened her eyes her split lips cracking, "Please just stop...I wont say anything."
Mac slammed his fingers into her harder making her body rock, "No that wont do." Mac jerked her legs wide sinking to his knees between her spread thighs. Her wrist was still bound behind her as he forced her back making her grimace in pain from the strain on her shoulders. Mac slammed into her hard his hips meeting her hard enough to lift her off the ground.
She screamed out as a sob ripped from her throat, "NO!"
Mac growled his fist closing around her throat as he grabbed his knife. Mac sunk the tip into the soft flesh of her stomach his hips never slowing in their pursuit. He made quick precise cuts as her screams became hoarse and strained her thighs tightening on his hips fighting him. Watching the blood slide over her pelvis and down her sides was pushing him quicker and quicker as he felt his balls tightening.
Mac released her throat his hands landing harshly on each side of her head his teeth sinking into her breast harshly. Blood flooded his mouth quickly causing him bite down harder. Her screams were coming so thick that they were melding with the echos making a chorus around him. With a deep groan he picked his pace up hitting her harder.
Lifting his head and looking down at her as blood slid down his chin dripping down on to her she met his eyes. Shame. Shame was slamming through her body as her walls started tightening on him and he smiled at her licking the blood that had coated his mouth.
"Nothing but a whore even now." He growled.
She whimpered her voice all but gone but from her fight. Mac slapped her harshly when she closed her eyes. He wanted to see the moment she realized even her own body would betray her to him. Renewing his efforts against her as his orgasm neared he hissed through clenched teeth as her walls slammed down around his cock pulling his orgasm from him.
Mac pulled out gripping his cock to hold back his orgasm and jerked her up towards him. Holding his knife he let the blood slide down her cheek with a stinging cut, "You bite me and this wont ever end for you."
She nodded as his dick was forced down her throat. She kept her eyes open having learned her lesson and Mac growled letting the knife bite deeper into her skin as his cock throbbed painfully in her mouth. She watched him as he forced her down on him over and over guiding her motions before holding her in place.
"Swallow every drop bitch." He snapped.
Nodding around his cock he groaned holding her there watching her eyes dilate and break around his orgasm. Pulling her off him he knocked her back on the ground standing swiftly and spit on her. She was sobbing on the ground on her side curled in on herself and Mac pushed her back over looking over the multiple cuts on her skin.
The spider stood out the most on her stomach having took up the most room of her torso. It was deep and angry. Seeing it had his cock jerking already. Mac grabbed up the rope and tied her legs swiftly at the ankles and knees keeping her on her back still. He tied her to the links in the wall grabbing up the bottle of whiskey again he took another deep pull.
"What's your name bitch?"
She looked up at him hiccup escaping, "Katie."
"Goddamn Harper would fuckin' hate you." He laughed.
Her eyes widened at the mention of another woman and she searched his face. Mac clenched his jaw at her appraisal of him and felt the need to cut her throat to silence her eyes. Goddamn whore thinking she knew a goddamn thing about him and a woman. Harper wasn't this bitch. She'd put a real fight not this shit. Fuck he'd seen her fight for her life before against two goddamn fuckin' idiots and she never gave up.
Pouring whiskey over her she hissed jerking away from him as it burned down her bruised and battered body. He watched as it pooled on her thighs and she fought to keep them clenched. He smiled kneeling and ripping them apart watching as the whiskey met her pussy. She yelped closing her eyes against the sting burn ripping through her. Mac watched her for a second before looking down at her body again.
The whiskey had mixed in with some of the tacky dirty blood running down her body making her look like a bloody painting. The whiskey that had spilled over pussy was mixing with blood there too and he laughed standing back up. Mac jerked his clothes back on managing to have kept them free of blood for now.
Making sure she was tied up and couldn't reach anything in the cave Mac stood back looking at her, "Well Katie" He sneered her name with severe distaste, "I'll be around. Don't do something that's gonna fuckin' piss me off."
She whimpered as the tape was slammed back around her mouth rocking her head back. Mac didn't spare her glance as he faded into the darkness of the cave passage making his way out to the fresh air. Stepping out he felt the tension in his body ebbing as he walked for his truck. Lighting up as he got in his stomach rumbled and he laughed backing out.