Jalisa Chapter 19 #4
“Good. You find the fucker or fuckers who bought it, and we’ll make sure they can never do it again,” Lion snarled. Wrath nodded in agreement.
Having heard enough, I picked up my drill and checked the charge. I did it just to freak Killer out. It worked. He moaned and whimpered. Wanting to hurt him in the worst way, I looked at Rage.
“Rage, would you do me a favor and cut this cocksucker’s pants and underwear off? I wanna see what a pathetic excuse for a man he is.”
Rage smiled from ear to ear. “I’ll gladly do that for you, daughter. By the way, I’m not trying to take Psycho’s place, but my daughters call me Daddy Rage if you’d like.”
“Why, I’d love that, Daddy Rage.” To emphasize how happy his saying that made me, I went over and kissed his cheek. Rage winked at me, then got to work. Wrath reeled me back to him.
“There you go, charming the men. Stop it, woman. I’ll have to fight every one of them soon,” he groused.
“Babe, you’ll have me to help you fight. And I can be creative.” I glanced at a writhing Killer. “I’ve gotta get back to it. Love ya.”
“Love you too, Lil’ Lunatic,” Wrath said, smiling.
Approaching Killer, I hunkered down next to him so he could see me. He tried to glare, but it wasn’t much of one.
“You’ve screamed for me, but you haven’t puked, pissed, or shit. I need to up my efforts.”
He moaned. “Nwo, nwo,” he cried.
It was hard to understand him. Being the nice person I was, I helped him with his problem. I cupped his lower jaw in both hands, and I jerked and twisted at the same time. His scream was at a higher octave, but his jaw snapped into place.
“There. That should be better. You were saying.”
“No, don’t. Please. I fucked up. I own it. I was wrong. Just kill me.”
“Oh, Morgan, Morgan, Morgan, that’s not happening yet.
See, I’ve barely punished you for dating me under false pretenses.
There is still what you did to my dad, the Fiends and Pagans, your MC, and then those two women and your baby.
I want you to tell the Devil when you see him that he has nothing on me.
Oh, and ask him when he’s coming to Georgia again.
There might be more souls for him,” I hissed. The guys burst out, chuckling.
I slapped Killer’s cheek before edging down his body.
“Daddy Rage, could I borrow your knife? Mine is in my bag, and I don’t want to dig for it,” I explained.
“Sure can. Here you go, baby girl,” Rage said as he handed it to me. Working swiftly, I cut Killer’s shirt away. There was no need to leave it on when everything else had been removed. I sighed when I was done.
“I’m not as good as you, Daddy Rage. Sorry, I’ll clean your knife later,” I told him as I handed it back. I’d made sure to slip several times as I cut away the shirt. Killer’s torso was covered in bloody cuts.
“Sadistic bitch,” Killer muttered.
“Why, thank you for noticing. See, Morgan, we would’ve never worked out.
You’re clearly not man enough for a woman like me.
And you sure the hell don’t have anything that could satisfy me or any woman.
How disappointing. Are you sure that baby was yours?
It doesn’t look big enough to get the job done, let alone impregnate someone,” I said mournfully. The men snickered.
“Fuck you,” he muttered.
“Not with that, you can’t. Jesus, can you imagine how disappointed I would’ve been if we’d ever tried to have sex? I would’ve said Ah, how cute, what’s it gonna be when it grows up ?”
The Pagans were howling with laughter, and the Black Outlaws weren’t far behind. Killer was forgetting about his pain as anger took over. Good. It was almost time to remind him again.
“Go to hell, filthy whore! You wait. One day, someone will shut that mouth of yours for good. And I hope when they do, they rape you in every hole and make you bleed and beg,” he snarled.
Killer’s threat sobered the men up, and Wrath charged over to Killer. He glared down at him.
“That’ll never happen, and I’d shut my mouth about shit like that if I were you. Baby, isn’t it time I get some action out of this?”
“Just give me time to do one more thing. Then he’s yours, at least for a while,” I told him.
Wrath remained close by. I moved lower until I was level with Killer’s cock.
I knew that in an unexcited state, a man’s cock might be underwhelming.
Wrath’s was still impressive, but he was the exception.
Killer’s, though, underwhelming was an inadequate adjective. It was pathetically underwhelming.
“I don’t know if there’s enough,” I muttered aloud.
“Enough, what?” Ryder and Shovelhead asked at the same time.
“Enough cock there to do what I want to do. Oh well, I guess I’ll do what I can.”
Killer was lifting his head weakly to watch me. I saw the fear in his eyes. I lifted the electric drill. His eyes widened, and he shook his head as he yelled, “NO!”
Pulling the trigger to make it whirl, I smirked, then lowered it, making the first hole.
The guys were all groaning and muttering in sympathy, no doubt.
I caught a few cupping themselves unconsciously with their faces screwed up in expressions of agony and horror.
Killer’s screams were inhuman. It didn’t take long for him to puke and piss himself.
I was waiting for the third when he passed out.
Before I could slap him awake, Wrath did it for me.
As Killer groggily woke up, I drilled through his left nut. There it was. The terrible stench of shit mixed with the smell of piss and vomit. And to complete the symphony, there were his animalistic screams. I stood to stretch my cramped legs. The men were all silent. I looked at Fury.
“I don’t think I did this right. Isn’t this how you pierce cocks? Could I get a job at your tattoo and piercing shop?” I asked innocently. My remark made him burst out laughing as he shook his head.
“Goddamn, you are a Lil’ Lunatic. Sorry, but I’ve gotta say no. We want repeat customers.”
I pretended to pout as I swept my hand over Killer. “He’s all yours, Wrath.”
“Thank you,” he responded.