Devon watched the train wreck unfold in awe. How could she fuck it up so bad so quick? And to stand up for Mac of all people no less.
He had a daydream so to speak for his possible little sister to date O'Brien, have a healthy relationship, get engaged, then married, pop out a few kids, and live the white picket fence life. But with one swing Devon's crackship went blowing away like dust in the wind.
Krystal chose the life filled with dirt and pain without hesitation, she chose Mac.
He supposed it was a stupid idea anyways. She'd probably get bored and depressed, overdosing on pills when she'd find him sleeping with his secretary. She wasn't cut out for that life.
Walter grasped his trusty bat just underneath the counter. He couldn't have Mac rearranging pretty boy's face. Too many legal connections in his family.
So when it was his little star cooker to crack the O'Brien kid in the face he was surprised to say the least as he watched her attack the guy. Viciously defending his eldest son with shocking devotion. She was showing Mac true family, loyalty, support. All things that could prove dangerous if she ever decided to turn on Walter.
"Aren't you going to stop him?" Devon asked as he watched Mac haul Krystal over his shoulder and out the back service entrance.
Walter shook his head. "Nah, that's her jam to get out of. The day she convinced me to spare his worthless life Mac became her problem." he secretly hoped Mac would piss her off enough that she would finally snap and kill him.
Mac gazed down, devouring the sight of her spread out and restrained in that refined white dress. He wanted to rip it from her body, shred it. But he very well couldn't have her walking back to the car naked for any asshole to see. That shit was for his eyes only. So he settled for yanking the delicate material up over her hips, past her taunt stomach, shoving the dress upwards until her generous mounds were exposed.
He crawled up her along with the ivory cloth, ducking his head to latch onto her dusky nipple. When he neared her rigid bud Kristy spat at him, booze throwing her off her mark, sending the globber flying over his shoulder.
Mac slapped her, making her head wrench to the side and her cheek sting. He didn't even put that much force into it, a blow considered a love tap as far as Mac's caliber of violence was concerned.
"Yew gotta death wish tonight bitch?" he yelled at her, seizing her jaw in his hand, forcing her to face him. "First teasin' me, rubbin' up against that fucker, dirty slut." He squeezed harder when she rolled her eyes, making her wince.
"Then ya dare almost give up them lips." He started to shake, replaying the scene that happened not minutes ago in his head. "Ther mine!" he roared in her face before slamming his mouth against hers.
When she denied his tongue entrance Mac pulled away, tangling his hand in her hair to slam her head back against the wood, causing her to gasp, creating an entrance for his serpent. He dove in, claiming every inch of her mouth as his. Kristy kept completely still, making her tongue lie flat unless his was exploring underneath hers, not willing to give him anything.
"Hell, alla you is mine." he gasped out when he pulled away for a breath, speaking right against her lips.
"Say it." he demanded.
Kristy let out a short condescending laugh. "You're pathetic."
Mac bashed her head against the crate repeatedly, determined to beat the submission into her, moving his grip down to her throat. "Fuckin' say it, yer ma bitch an yew know it!"
"I. Will never. Be yours." she rasped out, trying to hang on to consciousness, denying the telltale twinge that resulted from her neck being encircled.
He knew damn well what it did to her, just another attempt at proving his point.
Mac let out a scream of rage and released his hold on her to flip her body over roughly. Making the zip tie connecting her cuffed hands to the pipe twist. He drug her along the wood until her legs were barely touching the ground and her ass was exposed. Bent over the edge, sending splinters stabbing into her naked front.
He reared back and landed a sharp smack to her ass. Repeating and switching cheeks until his hand was killing him and her bottom was an angry red to match the belt scars marring her peach shaped derriere.
"You finished yet? My mother beat you to that long ago and outdid you." She laughed bitterly. "You'll have to use something harder than your hand if you want me feeling anything more than a little sting past that scar tissue." she mocked, instructing him in her own beating.
"You'll fuckin' feel this." he snarled as he quickly shoved his boxers down and rammed into her from behind.
Her barely wet walls made for a rough friction filled entrance and his eyes rolled back at feeling himself sheathed inside her bare.
Kristy growled at the intrusion, a more favorable reaction than the pained gasp she was about to emit at him stretching her so abruptly. She was still sore from earlier and it hurt like a bitch to say the least. The remnants of her left over slickness from their previous encounter was the one merciful thing preventing him from tearing her insides to shreds. He was right, she felt it.
She'd held back the best she could while he was wailing away on her ass but there was no preventing the gush of arousal that bathed Mac's cock when he drove in to the hilt the third time.
"Yeaaah ya feelin' it now aint'cha." he sneered, slamming into her again, digging her hipbones into the edge of the crate.
"I might feel it but I refuse to come for you." she hissed triumphantly over her shoulder at him.
She set her mind to thinking about the diseases he was putting in her body with each shove. Opposed to how good his naked dick felt sliding in and out of her pussy. Right again he was, condoms sucked as far as feeling went. She laid her head down on the wooden planks. Concentrating on keeping her muscles limp, reverting into her mind. Willing the numbness to take over that was always absent in Mac's presence, she filled her mind with her mother.
Mac went to town on her, pummeling into her over and over. He looked down, appreciating the sight of her outer lips clinging to his length every time he withdrew and the ring of lubrication that seeped out when he slammed back in. She was soaked. He grinned as her beet red cheeks giggled every time he hit home with a wet smack. Moving his gaze down along her destroyed back, he watched as her body lamely jarred against the wood with each thrust.
He gripped her ebony strands, stretching himself out along her back when her neck could bend backwards no more. Wrenching his hold to the side he gazed into the eyes of an outright zombie. She was gone, totally absent, just an empty vessel. That explained the lack of satisfying spasms he'd experienced inside her the first time. She grinned in victory creepily at him, the sight making his gut churn with something quite the opposite of pleasure.
"Ugh-uh bitch ya gonna come all over this dick, git back out here." he growled, pulling out of her unceremoniously.
He flipped her onto her back, wrenching her legs apart when they loosely fell together in a heap to the side. Mac never cared before if a woman got off. But for her it was a form of punishment. When she came for him, because of him, he won.
Keeping his eyes trained on her face he lowered his foul mouth to her pussy, delving his tongue inside her, savoring the flavor of her on his taste buds. He decided to get what he craved so many nights ago. Turning his face to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, a rare unmarked spot on her body. Be sank his decaying teeth in deep, filling his mouth with her copper tang before returning to her snatch.
Kristy let out a shriek when pain ripped through her mental reprieve. She came out if it disoriented and panting. She was on her back and Mac was nowhere in sight. A wave of intense pleasure radiated from her core tearing a moan from her lips, sending her tender skull flying back into the hard surface behind it. A chuckle accompanied by fingers entering her made her head snap up. Craning as far as her restraints would allow she found Mac watching from between her legs, blood dripping down his face mixed with her juices.
She watched while he withdrew his glistening fingers only to suck each one clean slowly before waggling his tongue at her and diving back in. He'd never enjoyed eating a girl out so much before. Relishing her sounds of reluctant pleasure, her taste, and texture.
"Oh you fucking bastard." she moaned out breathily when he surrounded her clit and began suckling at it.
Mac replied by invading her with his fingers again, curling them upwards and assaulting her innermost sensitive spot. He was rewarded with a clenching on his digits that made his cock throb longingly.
"Thas right, cum fer Mac." he taunted before attacking with his mouth again.
He worked on her relentlessly, toying with her. Bringing her right to the edge before pulling away and starting over again until she was almost sobbing with need.
"Say it an I'll make ya cum harder than yew ever done before." he bragged with another swipe of his tongue. "Tell me who ya b'long ta, tell me who owns this here fuckin' cunt!" Mac commanded against her over sensitive nub, making her cry out again.
Kristy turned her head to the side, fighting the words like mad. She was on fire, every nerve completely strung out, begging for release. Mac licked the length of her slit, bottom to top and she broke a little.
"Please Mac!" she whined desperately, yanking at her ties.
Mac broke a little himself. His head snapped up at her plea and he gave up his teasing. Pushing her back further onto the crate he climbed on and mounted her. Pounding inside her animalisticly. Her back arched, already abused brain bashing against the wood once more. Open-mouthed she screamed from the pain of his suit rubbing against her bite and the delicious rush she felt as he rattled her entire frame with his jolts. Her legs wrapped around his hips on their own accord, heels digging into his ass, urging him on.
"Harder." she shakily breathed out, loosing it completely.
'Damn, aint no bitch ever asked fer more.' Mac thought with amazement.
He obliged, viciously slamming into her with everything he had. Laying his body down on top of hers as her legs bent and squeezed along his ribs, sending him plunging deeper. He slid his arms under her to wrap around her back and grasp her shoulders for leverage, unconcerned by the extremely intimate position they had taken up. He was fucking her right across the surface with a vengeance while she made unrecognizable noises. Coming out in broken whimpers as her body was jarred by the continuous impact.
Once during his furious pace Mac's hips angled slightly upward, ramming into just the right place. He didn't lie. She came harder than she ever had before, so hard her muscles pushed his cock right out of her core with the first clenching wave of her orgasm.
"Fuckin' Christ!" He ground out, forced to use all his weight just to get back inside her spasming confines.
He rode out her peak with shallow frantic thrusts, burying his face in her neck when he felt his balls drawing up to his body.
"Yer makin' me fuckin' love yew." he gasped out almost silently against her skin as he continued pummeling out his assault.
She was coming down now, shaking all around him, legs releasing him to flap limply from his erratic movements.
She was still lucid enough to feel him nearly double in size inside her, burying himself as deep as he could get before he howled out while she felt hot jets of liquid shooting inside her, making her feel even fuller if it were possible.
With one last jerking thrust he fell completely on top of her, unconcerned at how labored his weight was making her pulls for air. The creak of the back door's hinges made her head wench to the side and allowed Mac's face to slip even further into her neck. He was still too wrapped up in his endorphin high to register the sound or the movement of her jaw as she mouthed silent words at someone.
"A little help would be nice!" she wheezed out, pulling at the zip ties cutting into her skin. Her audible words made Mac's head shoot up, searching for who she was talking to. "Oh for fucks sake Devon learn how to read lips."
Mac spied his little brother a few feet away. Instead of getting up to beat his ass Mac pressed his body closer to hers, furious Devon was even glimpsing the skin he couldn't cover.
"Git the fuck outta here b'fore I rip them bug eyes right outta yer skull!" he snarled, face contorting with rage.
He didn't even make it a step towards the door before Kristy was growling out her own threat.
"If you don't cut me loose Devon you know you'll be sorry later." She didn't need to use gory details to get hers across, the malice in her tone was enough.
Devon stopped, conflict plainly showing on his face. "It's simple, who're you more afraid of." she hissed out, narrowing her eyes at him.
A second later he was walking towards them, pocket knife drawn. He worked quickly to saw through the plastic. Lucky Mac's hands were still pinned under her back and their combined weight.
"Now get the fuck out of here." she commanded while rubbing her wrists behind her captor's head.
Mac assumed she'd be fighting to get him off her as soon as she was free. But he was disturbed and surprised to find her wrapping her legs around him, heels digging into his ass to keep him in place. She grabbed a handful of his wife-beater, yanking it up until it reached his neck before trailing her hands downwards again as far as they could reach. A shiver ran through him when she lightly drug her fingernails up his back. Repeating the action in a downward motion, continuing her soothing gesture until his face returned to the crook of her neck.
He was giving in to his earlier desires just for a moment. Letting himself have just this one little piece of forbidden comfort. Mac was almost lulled to sleep when she turned her face into his, swollen lips meeting his ear.
"I'm not yours but you sure as hell are mine." she whispered sweetly before sinking her nails into his skin deep, ripping them up the length of his back.
Mac tore away from her with a pained yell, landing on his ass on the ground with her maniacal laughter ringing through the night. He could feel the blood running down his back in rivulets, his undershirt falling down and sticking to the wounds.
He gripped the side of the crate, pulling himself up. Anger giving way to pride at the sight before him.
"Ma cum drippin' outta yer cunt says different." he told her smugly with a satisfied leer. "Open up, lemmie see ma handiwork." he growled when she snapped her legs closed.
Mac wrenched them apart to quickly snap a photo with his phone, making sure to catch the bloody indentions of his teeth on her thigh in the frame as well.
"Thas gonna be ma new wallpaper." he told her with a smirk.
Kristy kicked out at him, making her way off the crate to stand.
"That's fine, Devon's got you tied to my bed as his, we had a real good laugh over that one." she threw back at him while busying herself with searching for her heels that had gone flying during his rigorous pounding.
She started pulling her dress down when a warm substance leaking down her thigh reminded her of what he'd done.
"You're a real special kind of idiot aren't you?" she snapped, grabbing a hold of his beater, tearing in from his frame, ripping the material right down the middle.
"Tha fuck bitch?" he grumbled at her, standing back to watch as she used the portion not saturated in his blood to soak up the seamen river gushing from her abused hole, using another part of the material to dab at the bite mark
"I'm going to get knocked up with your demon spawn now!" she screamed at him, throwing the ruined shirt at his face.
She was on a birth control three month shot. She just wanted him to live in hell the next couple weeks until she got her period.
Mac blanched visibly at the thought of children. Never had a woman he dumped his load inside lived longer than a couple weeks before dying on the stained mattress in the cave.
"Won't mind pushin' ya down a set a stairs." he offered, fully intending on following through if she was in fact carrying his offspring.
"Fat chance. You're going to be a daddy if I don't drink it to death." she snapped, wrenching her dress down the rest of her exposed body and stomping her way back into the bar.
Leaving Mac standing outside open-mouthed with his flaccid dick still hanging from the open expanse of his coveralls.
"Holy shit." Walter muttered at the disaster marching its way back towards its accustomed seat next to his favorite son.
Her pretty white dress was now marred with dirt, her straitened silky hair was snarled into a rats nest and blood was trickling down her inner thigh, smearing as she walked.
She hauled herself over the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey before shooting him an evil look.
'Why not fuck with him too, It's not like he made an effort to help me.' she thought vindictively.
"Congratulations Walter, you're going to be a grandfather." she spat out before taking a long pull straight from the bottle and slamming it back on the bar.