EroticReverie

Steel Styles... three weeks later

Fuck all of them. Every single one. Zade. Harrison. Bryce. Diesel. Kane. Arrow. All six of them would pay for this. For betraying me. For betraying the Devils, all over Zade and Evanglina. All of that fucking whore. If she thought six fucking amateurs could save her, she's as stupid as she is tight. 

I lay on my back as her mother rides me. Why couldnt Evie just be a good whore like her mother? Maryanne knew her purpose. Too bad she never taught her daughter how to shut her fucking mouth and do as she was told. Maryanne knew that my father was more important than her own daughter. Maryanne knew that Evie was going to be made my whore. Too bad she didnt prepare her better for it. 

When I got Evie back, I was getting her pregnant. First thing. If she wasnt already. I smirk to myself. Thinking about the two weeks I had her anytime I wanted. Enjoying her tight cunt and ass whenever I pleased. I snarl as i think about Zade using her. Then I grin, thinking about how he's not using her now. Not after the way the men in that room taught her an important lesson. Holes. She's just fucking holes. That's all she'll ever be. And those holes, are fucking mine. They'll serve ME, and whoever I choose. She'll be trained and turned in a good whore, just like her fucking mother. 

"You like rich powerful cock in your cunt?" I growl at Maryanne as her tits bounce and her pussy fucks my dick like it's her job. Because it is. She was my consolation prize from my father, letting me fuck my whores mother, till we got Evie back. But her mother isnt as hot, not even close, her tits sag and hang , they're good enough I guess, but I know my dad already has her set up to get a set of fake ones. I should make Evie get new tits. I smirk. Imaginging turning Evie into my bimbo. I'd make her get a nice set of tits that were too big for her fucking body. Id plump those already fat cock sucking lips of hers and make them even more plump. Make her get one of those ass surgeries. Even if her ass was already perfect. I just needed her to know her body was mine. And Id do whatever the fuck I wanted to it. Fuck it. Beat it. Alter it. However I fucking choose. 

"Suck me off" I growl, growing tired of Maryannes in my face moans and her old tits in my face. 

Obediently she moves down and I fist her hair. 

"Suck it." I grunt, thrusting into her throat, fucking her face. Punishing her for not teaching her daughter how to be a better whore. 

I kept the monster that I was, hidden as much as I could when Evie and her mother moved in. But I was just like my father, deep down. I wanted to own Evie. Make her my fucking property, fuck children into her and make her nothing more than a baby maker, to give me sons to carry on my and my fathers legacy. 

I grunt as her mother sucks me better than she can fuck. Taking my cock, barely choking or gagging as I fuck her face. So I do it harder. Groaning as she smacks at my thighs, giving me a signal she cant fucking take it. But I make her take it. Just like I'm going to make Evie take it next time I get my fucking hands on her. If she thought what happened that night was bad, wait till I get my god damn hands on her again. 

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"What do you mean gone?" I growl as I sit at the table with my father and other Devils. Glaring at the man who just told me Evangelina was gone along with the other six of my "brothers". 

"Watch your tone with your superiors." My father says. 

I glare at my father, my jaw clenched, I look back to the man beside him. Kent, in charge of the team that was supposed to fucking find them all and bring them the fuck back here. "Where. Is. She?" 

I listen to the dip shit beside my father explain it again. 

The cabin , had signs of them being there. They followed tracks, but have been following about a dozen different leads. Showing their photos at gas stations and places along the routes their searching , for anyone who has seen signs of them. All leads, going cold, tapering off, lots of shaking heads and "no i havent seen them". They think they're still in the states, as they aren't dumb enough to use passports. Nor do they even have them. Because they havent come back , any of them. All their shit is here. 

"FUCKING FIND HER!" I interrupt as I slam my fists on the table"WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE PAYING YOU FOR?!" 

"sit. down." My father glowers at me. I grab my fucking chair, lifting it and throwing it into the wall. 

"SIT DOWN. NOW. OR YOULL LEAVE THIS FUCKING ROOM. YOURE A FUCKING DEVIL. ACT LIKE IT." My father scolds me in front of a table full of Devil's.

"i want that cunt back here, NOW, i want her...to fucking pay...i want all of them...to pay. "I say as I shake, feeling my blood boil and the veins in my neck throb. 

"They will. but we have to fucking find them first. Now SIT the fuck ....DOWN." My father growls. I huff, and grab my fucking chair from the floor and slam it upright and sit back at the table. 

I listen to Kent speak with my father, reviewing other theories on where they might be headed or if they're all still together, or have split up. 

"Follow any and all leads on the girl." My father says. I nod. My fists curled and nostrils flared.

"Dead or Alive sir?" Kent asks my father.

"Either is fine with-"

"Alive." I growl and my father shoots me a look for interrupting him. 

"Bring her to me. Alive. If she's not brought to me alive. I'll bury you and your family in her grave with her." I growl at Kent. 

He stares at me. No emotions on his face. 

"Shut your fucking mouth or you'll be stripped of the Devil's name. Control yourself. You're acting like a cunt. Are you a fucking cunt?" My father growls and I growl right back at him. 

The room is silent as I glare at my father.

"I want her alive." I hiss. 

He rolls his eyes and waves a dismissive hand. 

"Fine, Bring him the cunt alive." he says and Kent nods and pokes his stylus on the screen.

"What of the others , the Devils Sons?" Kent asks. 

"They are no longer Sons of ours." My father says, and I nod. 

"Dead or Alive." My father says. " I want their bodies one way or another." 

"And I want them soon, Kent." My father says and Kent, for the first time, shows a hint of emotion. Fear. He knows what my father means. Soon, or else. 

"Now....that we've settled that." My father smiles around the table. 

"How about we all enjoy a cigar in the room? There's a new batch of meat that needs to be tested." He chuckles and the men all give the same evil grin. 

He looks at me. 

"You. Can go fuck your step mother. The real work is for Devils only. And you'll learn to control your fucking emotions." he says as the men leave the room, and I watch the door open, and catch a glimples of the girls. Naked, stripped down, fear in their eyes, standing in a line as the men file into the room. I look back to my father. 

"You want that? You have to earn it." He snarls. 

I didn't want that. I wanted Evangelina. Young girls didn't fucking get me off the way it did my father, or the other Devils. But I did want to make him proud, I did want to be a real Devil, not just a Devil's Son. I nod. 

"Yes sir." I say, and he lifts a hand and claps my shoulder.

"We'll find her." He says and with a wicked smile he leans in. 

"And when we do, that bitch will know no peace." He promises and I nod. 

"A twenty four seven fuck machine...that's what we'll turn her into. Chain and tethered for the rest of her worthless fucking life." He practically groans and my cock throbs at the promise of having her tied down forever, for me. For whoever I choose.

"Imagine the daughters she'll give you." He hums. I snarl slightly. Because I know what he's thinking. But Im not AS sick as my father. Im a monster, just not that kind.

He claps my shoulder again. 

"Kent has another week." My father says. "If there's no progress. Then we bring in someone else." he says and I nod. 

"yes sir." I say gritting my teeth. It's already been three weeks. I didnt want to wait another. I wanted her here. NOW. 

"Now....time for me to have some sugar and spice and everything nice." He grins, and laughs at himself and winks at me and walks into the room with a dozen trafficked bodies inside waiting to be "Tested out".