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It was always hard putting down the opposition. Especially when the opposition was composed of the Operators. You'd warned Mags and William Black that if they couldn't be comfortable at your heels they'd get to feel what it was like under your feet. Of course those pompous backstabbing assholes tried your patience again and again. That was one promise you looked forward to fulfilling. Gage alerted you the second they tried to take the power plant, fucking idiots they never stood a chance. Mason was a good Alpha but he was a dog that knew how to tear people to pieces. Nisha and her people thrived off eviscerations and knew when a complete massacre was required. They ensured you got your pound of flesh.
Except for the Black twins. Those bastards hadn't turned up anywhere. After the plant had been cleared out and Disciples gathered the bodies to mount and drain back home, you did another once over of the place. Finding nothing more than a rusted suit of power armor you had no interest in. You too, were then forced to retreat back to Fizztop. You had sent Gage away for the night as you knew he had no interest in the amount of desecration you'd be directing in the Disciples' HQ. You promised skins. You promised heads. And by Christ you'd deliver. If it took a string of heads outside the Parlor to remind everyone just who was in charge you'd do it. They were already dead what difference would it make if you redecorated their little hideout?
The usual scent of decay was overpowering inside the mountain hideout, blood dripped from every nook, and on every pike a fresh corpse waited to be flayed, skinned and tossed to the dogs. It was grisly work, but so was leveling an entire institution, so was blowing up the Brotherhood, avenging your family, and keeping yourself safe. You had changed, hardened and sometimes felt more free, more you among the carnage and vengeance.
It felt like hours had past standing knee deep in blood and intestines. You took a moment to retreat to Nisha's shack on top of the exposed rock and catwalks. You glanced at your reflection while passing a crusty mirror. Flecks of dried blood peppered your face, and you knew the majority of your body was covered as well. Luckily the wraps you wore were easily cleaned and typically looked better after a good bloodbath anyway. You took advantage of the leader's absence and reclined across her bed allowing yourself a moment of respite. Despite your enjoyment it had still been a taxing day and you required some relaxation.
"Boss?" Nisha's velvety voice called you from your reprieve beckoning you to sit back up and look at her. A soft noise of surprise and attraction rumbled in the back of your throat. Nisha carried her helmet under her arm, dented and in need of obvious repairs. Her face was composed of beautiful harsh lines, overpowered by large eyes so dark looking into them reminded you of falling into a pool of water under a moonless sky. Despite the sharp angles and bones, her lips were full, rounded and a deep blood red. She stepped aside and gestured with an out stretched arm, "A gift." On her cue Savoy drug in a gagged and bound Mags and William Black. As your approval showed Nisha's eyes gleamed mischievously.
"Good work. Savoy if you would please return those bodies to the pile, I'd like to let them rest among their late friends as you finish skinning the rest. Get Dixie to keep them awake and watching. When they're the last ones left we'll figure out where to string them up." You grinned at them appreciatively, "Oh and Savoy? Good work. Thank Dixie for me as well. I think I'll be relying on you two much as we proceed." Savoy nodded his understanding, and drug the two traitors back to their cages. You laid back down and waved Nisha over. You smiled when she knew to close and fasten the door.
"Boss, I believe you could use a rest," Nisha crooned lowly as she slid onto the bed with you, "If you'd like." Her breath was hot on your ear, her mouth softly dipping to suck and pull on the lobe. You felt a ball of heat grow in your belly as she pulled to scrape her teeth down your neck, biting down at the junction of your shoulder. You growled hungrily in response, pulling her on top of you and into a searing kiss composed of all teeth and tongue. Her hands worked quickly down your body removing your wraps, and leggings. Nisha grinned and stepped off the bed grabbing out her knife.
The blade gleamed in the light as she pressed the flat edge to your throat. She pressed it harder and harder until your head was spinning, lungs burning and your moans escaped in low suffocated tangles. Fuck she knew exactly how to get you going. The heat between your legs intensified as she moved to run the blade down your chest lightly drawing up pinpricks of blood. Once she discarded the blade she traced back over your body with her tongue. The wet heat stung the small cuts and made you shudder wantonly. You had been teased enough you decided. You leveled a foot on her chest and push her back with a growl.
Nisha grinned like an animal observing its prey and rearranged herself between your legs, hooking one over her shoulder so you were spread completely open. You could feel your heartbeat throbbing in your cunt. Nisha licked her way around your dripping folds electing instead to bite down harshly on your thigh. You couldn't hold back your moans as she licked swirls around your throbbing clit. When your cries signaled you were close Nisha changed her attention to your pulsing cunt, mapping out your walls with her tongue taking her time to fuck you with it as your orgasm hit. She remained nestled between your thighs lapping up your juices while you finished.
You sighed pleasantly, and allowed Noah’s to redo your wraps. You snapped for Nisha to leave the room. You wanted a few minutes sleep before you rejoined the crowd awaiting the Black's execution.