Mad Max Villains

Mad Max Villains

You see! There is no escape! The Humungus Rules the Wasteland!

Chapter Three

Devil's Child

(Words & Music by: Halford, Tipton & Downing)

Hypnotize me, mesmerize me
Feel my will-power slip
Light my fire with cold desire
Losing all my grip

Eat my diamonds, eat my diamonds
Drinking all my gin
Feast your eyes on, feast your eyes on
A whole lotta sin

Oh no, you're so damn wicked!
You got me by the throat.
Oh no, gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go
I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child
~~~

A month. A fucking month he remained in solitary. Roger had been in the enclosed cell beside him. The Stud was dead. As for Iason, that two-faced bitch did what he expected a turn-coat slut to do: made sure and covered that hot, tight ass.

Oh yeah, the sassy blond sure sang a different tune when the prison guards showed up! That whore should be an actor since the slut had put on quite the performance: crying, screaming, dredging up fake tears, pretending to be hysterical. Oh yes, thank goodness, you got here just in time, came the sobs. He . . . Oh God, he tried to rape me. See, he even hit me, the blond minx had cried out, pointing at the bruise on his cheek.

Alexander scowled. When he got that fair-haired slut alone, he’d make damn sure Iason would never fuck him over again!

The door swung open and the blazing light was too much for his eyes. He couldn’t handle the bright lights he’d been denied for over a month.

“Get the fuck up,” the guard snarled.

He yanked Alexander to his feet and gave him a good push.

Just then Roger vacated his cell, also shielding his eyes since he couldn’t handle the bright light either.

They stumbled through the long hallway, their heads down since the intense light was just too much. Oh God, and trying to work the kinks out of their legs, the soreness in their knees . . .

Alexander gave a low growl. That bitch! He spent a goddamn month locked up in a hole while the slut no doubt fucked his way through every prisoner.

Then his eyes widened in alarm, and he forgot about his sore muscles, aching bones, the pounding in his head and the pain in his back. The little bitch had manipulated him. Of course Iason wanted The Stud dead. That’s why the bitch goaded him into fucking that hot hole. The minx knew The Stud would show up, piss mad and ready to kill.

And he killed The Stud for the bitch! While him and Roger caught the heat for the murder, Iason was no doubt running Cell D. The dirty whore probably had all The Stud’s comrades under his thumb, easily conning those weak pussies by using sexual manipulation.

Alexander scowled. Never before did he feel this kind of hate filling his soul.

Just then the buzzer sounded and the gate to the cell block opened. Roger stumbled inside, still weak from lack of decent food, no light, no physical stimulation and his mind probably a foggy mess from being forced to be inside his own head for a month.

While Roger stumbled to his cell, Alexander ignored the pain in his body and strode straight to where he’d find Iason.

Sure enough, when he stood in front of the blond minx’s cell, the slut lay on the bed, one long leg drawn up, puffing on a cigarette.

“Hello, big guy,” Iason mocked. “How was the vacation?”

“You’re dead,” Alexander growled. “Dead.”

Iason gave a taunting giggle as he sat up, swinging his long legs over the bed. He braced his long fingers against the mattress. “C’mere, big guy. Lemme massage those sore muscles.”

Alexander stepped forward. “You not want me to kill you, you’ll obey me from now on.”

“I’m at your disposal,” Iason purred. “Have a seat, sexy.”

So he sat, still glaring.

Iason moved behind him, spooning himself against the big guy's buttocks. He lightly ran his long, delicate fingers across the broad shoulders. He began massaging the muscles, kneading the ache and pain away.

Alexander relaxed, letting the gentle touch sooth his rage, hate and anger. Okay, he was digging this. He wouldn’t kill the bitch yet. He did have to fuck this blond minx, after all.

“Mmm,” Iason moaned in a soft voice. “Feel good?”

“Get undressed,” Alexander growled.

He could hear the sassy blond slipping off the coveralls. The orange garment dropped to the floor. Now the heat filled his loins when he felt the pretty, erect penis pressing against his backside. He glanced down and gazed at silken thighs gathering around his waist.

“No worries, sexy,” Iason cooed in a loving voice, his breath so soft against the ear. “I’ll take good care of you.”

“Bet you say this to all you fuck,” Alexander grunted.

Iason giggled. “Now what would make you say that?”

“Bitch,” he growled. “I know your game.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Iason sultrily stated. He began running his fingers through the dirty, black, spiky hair. “Can’t fool you, can I, huh?”

“You lucky you hot,” he gruffly replied. “Lucky I wanna fuck you before I kill you.”

“Now why would you wanna kill me?” Iason mocked. He touched the zipper on Alexander’s coveralls, slowly exposing the strong chest. Then he drew the garment down the shoulders, displaying the big guy’s knotty back muscles. “Mmm, nice. Never met anyone as big as you, sweetie.” He pressed his lips against the tight muscles, licking at the flesh as he gave a lulling purr.

Alexander relaxed. So different this time. Usually, his lust won out and the victims would find themselves flat on their backs, legs spread, ready to be fucked good and hard. Yet, he rather enjoyed the soft strokes along his flesh. He savored the feel of the delicate voice whispering in his ear. The bitch sure knew how to work a man.

“It can be different,” Iason softly moaned. “So different. It’s not the same when you’re getting some after a kill. Fuck me, Alex.”

Now why did hearing his name on the minx’s lips make him shudder? Why did this delicate, sensual voice stir his insides to a melting point? He groaned, the moan a soft grunt.

“Yes,” Iason whispered. “Just let yourself feel. Don’t think. Just feel. Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I want you to fuck me. So different, baby. Knew you were different from the first time I saw you.”

Alexander turned his head, gazing into the evergreen eyes, so deep and pure, like the forest after a rainfall. The soft lips seemed to beg for a kiss. Kiss. Never before did he kiss those he used. Yet, he molded his lips against a wet, pliant mouth. He slid his tongue into that silken flesh and gave a soft growl when he felt the sensual heat of the sassy blond’s mouth.

The kiss deepened and he pulled Iason tightly against his chest. Yeah, just suck the tongue, taste the saliva and explore the flesh within this pretty mouth.

So soft. So delicate. When this bitch wasn’t using this mouth to mock someone, or taunt others, the hardness within vanished. No longer did Iason hiss and spit like a feline in heat. The minx was like a tender kitten now, purring and rubbing against him, claws now sheathed, wanting the soft skin to be petted and stroked.

Yeah, Iason was just like a cat. Hmm, even had the pretty, slanted eyes. He licked at the thick lashes, so spiky and long, just like whiskers.

He pushed the blond minx deep into the bed, half laying over the sinewy, sleek body. Mmm, he knew this sultry blond even hunted like a cat, slithering along a wall, back arched, big eyes deftly taking in the prey. Then a swift pounce, playing with the victim till its death, just like a feline stalking a mouse - all just a game, just a need to hunt and bring down life.

Iason moaned and he began lavishing the big guy’s thighs with light strokes.

Alexander continued to explore the soft, pliant lips. He savored the feel of the delicate body withering underneath his weight. Hellcat - the minx was succumbing, letting him work the sinewy body into a fevered frenzy that could only be quenched with the release.

He cupped the delicate buttocks, grunting when the soft, satiny flesh filled his hands. He raised the slim hips and rubbed his throbbing penis against the pretty cock. Yeah, it felt so good to rub their tingling tips together.

He let his mouth explore the delicate neck. Mmm, the scent emanating from this devil child was so sexually alluring, so powerfully magnetic. He suckled the minx’s throat, growling as he bit down on the flesh.

His finger searched for the tight portal, aching and needing to delve his flesh into Iason’s. Yeah, he wanted them to connect as one. He longed to explore every inch of this sassy blond’s body.

His penis was bursting the more he fondled and stroked the silken skin of this kitten. He needed the release so bad. He lifted the slim hips, readying to bury his cock deep into the hot, tight hole. Just a slow push, yet Iason winced.

Alexander growled in frustration. If he fucked this bitch, the minx would be left with a wounded, bleeding bottom. So why the hell should he care? What possessed him to hesitate?

“Over there,” Iason whispered.

Alexander reached out and grabbed the petroleum jelly. Hmm, why wasn’t he surprised the bitch had this on hand? How many guys did the minx fuck while he was in lock-up?

He gave a grunt when Iason dipped his delicate fingers into the jelly. Now the blond bitch worked the lubricant along his erect penis. He growled, savoring the feel of the minx’s soft fingers slowly jerking his manhood, lathering up his erection with the slippery substance so he could glide easily in and out of that hot hole.

“Enough,” he snarled.

Iason moaned, nodding his head.

He slid his wet penis easily into the tight portal. Yeah, so good. This hot hole was literally taking his cock prisoner. He thrust then, savoring the feel of the silken heat. Mmm, just a bit more. Yeah, he had to stretch the narrow portal a bit more so he could roughly glide in and out.

So damn good, the blond minx felt so good laying under him, those slim thighs wrapped about his hips. He thrust a bit harder and he gave a low snarl when the bitch gladly arched that graceful back, enjoying his rough thrusts attacking the tight hole.

Again, he slipped his hands underneath the smooth buttocks, drawing that lithe body closer to his. Iason obeyed and clung to him while those soft lips delicately kissed his strong neck.

Alexander didn’t know where the moan came from, but the sultry sound was present, drifting from his throat. He moaned again since it felt so good to have this blond minx keening to him. Yeah, it felt so good to tame the naughty kitten. He rather liked hearing that sultry purr and the delicate hisses coming from this sassy bitch.

He traced his finger along the flat, tight tummy, drawing his nail roughly against the skin. He could hear the minx’s gasps of pleasure that were so soft, barely a breath. His hand gripped the pretty penis and he grunted as he laced his fingers around the shaft and began to slowly jerk the swollen member.

“Yes,” Iason moaned. “Yes, more, Alex.”

Damn, hearing the bitch beg, shoot, the beseeching cry was enough to drive him insane. So he tightened his grip, jerking the slim penis even harder while continuing to pump his manhood deep into the tight hole. Oh yeah, his body had control now. He raised his ass, driving his cock deeper into the portal. His breath was deepening and his heart furiously pounded.

God, never did he know this kind of pleasure could exist.

“Look at me,” he growled.

The long, thick lashes flickered and Alexander gazed into evergreen eyes that seemed to belong to a cougar, so animalistic was the look, untamed, guided only by instinct.

He smacked the smooth cheek then, dug his nails into the tender flesh. The evergreen eyes widened, the pleasure deep within those pupils, the rougher his smacks became. Yeah, so nice this bitch liked it rough.

He rutted faster and harder, slamming his testicles against those rounded buttocks. The evergreen eyes still gazed at him, so drowsy now, lids half-open and Alexander gazed at the unleashed passion growing like a fire in the depths of those blinking, green gems.

When the kitten began scratching at his back with those gentle claws, he gave a deep growl. The fight, yeah, this time the fight was so different. The minx wanted to mark him the way he was roughly marking the bitch’s soft skin.

When Alexander felt the rush warming his body, the frenzied heat consuming his soul, he gave a loud growl, burying his weight deep on the slim body as he let the lust-filled ecstasy release his soul to the heavens.

So good. So damn good. And this time he loathed returning to reality. He wanted to remain in that swirling, languorous cloud the minx brought him to.

*****

Alexander craned his neck slightly, gazing at the throngs of boys who engaged in play on the concrete black-top. Now he glanced to where his bitch sat. A cigarette dangled from Iason’s full lips and he was perched on the cement block, legs crossed Indian style, watching the basket ball game.

He motioned to Roger and they made a beeline to the blond minx.

“Bitch, move over,” Alexander grunted as he stood in front of his lover, blocking the fair haired lad’s view of the game.

Iason’s green eyes narrowed with annoyance as he tried to peer around his lover. “Get the hell outta the way,” he hissed. “Can’t you see I’m enjoying watching these studs?”

After three years, nothing had changed. The sassy blond was still the same mouthy, bitchy slut.

Alexander raised his arm and backhanded his lover across the face.

Iason wasn’t the least bit fazed. “You done having your temper tantrum?” he asked with disinterest. Then he smiled. “Check him out,” he whispered as he edged over to make room for his big guy. His gaze was locked on where the boys from Block C played. “Heard he’s new. I wouldn’t mind having some of that ass.”

Alexander took a seat. The bitch was as extreme as they came. He didn’t think anything could get under the minx’s skin. “Keep that cock in your pants or I’ll cut it off.”

Iason made a face. “You might as well since I sure don’t get any fucking ass play anymore.” He shook back his thick, long hair, rolling his eyes since the last time he poked his dick up another ass had been in the shower room before Alexander iced The Stud.

Now he was always on bottom, legs spread, butt hole getting rammed. As if the big guy would let him mount up? Oh sure, he tried his best to canoodle his lover into bottoming, but Alexander refused each request.

“I’ll fuck him,” Roger grunted with a chuckle.

Iason rolled his eyes again. “Yeah, just go right ahead, take what I wanna fuck . . . be my goddamn guest.”

“You not stop bitching, I’ll find a way to make you,” Alexander gruffly said.

“Oh, like I’m so scared,” Iason mocked.

Alexander growled and cast his lover a warning look. Sure enough the bitch shut up. Damn, this slut was a handful. And after three years, he still couldn’t figure out why he was putting up with the blond minx’s shit. Then he thought about lights out and what he did to this devil child when alone. Hmm, now he thought about what this blond hussy did to him. Yeah, now he knew why he tolerated Iason’s sassy mouth.

To be honest, every pretty lad who entered this facility since he arrived three years ago, he’d yet to see one embody Iason’s beauty, sensual sassiness, sexual magnetism and the blond’s fierce independence. The minx had it all, wrapped up in one of the finest packages most pleasing to the eye . . . and dick.

Now Alexander thought about his sentence. Cripe, he iced two more fellas in the last three years, and he now looked at a quadruple life sentence. But he may as well kill and not give a shit. From the day he stepped into this concrete jungle, he knew no parole board would let him out.

Escape was on his mind now. Sure, it’d been fun taking The Stud’s place but now there was nothing left to do. All challenge was lost. Everyone feared him and bowed to him. To be honest, he wanted to get back on the streets. And he wanted Roger to accompany him. As for the blond bitch? Oh yeah, wherever he went, he’d make damn sure the mouthy slut followed.

The bitch was a perfect lover. The sassy blond lived to fuck and kill. Just call the minx a black widow - use the boyfriends and jobs for all they’re worth and then snuff each one out after they served their purpose.

Now Alexander grunted. Well, he was the exception of course. Iason would never dare try and shake him down.

Yeah, escape. Somehow he had to get the three of them out of this place. He knew Roger would never try it on his own.

*****

Bed. This was the only time when being in this hell hole was worth it. Well, and when he snuffed out The Stud and those two other guys. He bit at the hard nipples, grunting. His hands drew under the tender flesh, cupping the tight buttocks.

“Oh yeah,” Iason moaned.

“Hey,” Roger muttered in his gruff voice, poking his head in the cell. “Chauncy said the alcohol finished fermenting. You wanna taste it?”

Alexander gave a low growl. Every time he was ready to fuck his bitch, one of the boys always thought to bother him with something that could wait till morning.

“Piss off, Roger,” Iason hissed and then he continued to trace his tongue along his big guy’s chest. “I’m getting laid.”

Alexander cuffed the minx lightly across the face. “You not give orders. I do.” Then he turned to Roger. “It can wait. I’m busy.”

Roger nodded his head and left.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Iason mocked. “You done playing Mr. Big Stuff?” He giggled.

“If you keep this up, I will one day kill you,” Alexander warned him.

“Oh, whatever,” Iason scoffed. “You’ve been saying that since I was eleven. And I lived to see my fourteenth birthday so it sounds to me like you’re all talk and no action.”

Alexander frowned and drew off the lithe body. He raised his arm and backhanded the mouthy bitch across the face.

Iason giggled, wiping away the blood dripping from his mouth with the back of his hand. His evergreen eyes alighted with merriment. “Do it again.”

So he did.

Iason threw back his head and laughed. “More, baby,” he cooed. “Ooh, I love it when you take charge and smack me around.”

Alexander snorted. Goddamn, at this moment he was ready to kill the bitch. Never did he meet someone so indifferent. If he hit the minx, the blond vixen would hit right back, or the trollop would do an about face and ask for more. Didn’t anything faze this haughty blond?

“Oh easy,” Iason purred. He sensed his lover’s frustration. “Lay back on me and fuck my ass.”

“Who’s in charge?” Alexander growled.

“You are, big guy,” Iason replied with a devilish smile.

“Who’s the bitch?” he snarled.

“I am,” Iason cooed as he laced his arms around the powerful shoulders. “Mmm, do you ever got some nice muscles, baby. Quit being an ass and play with me.”

Alexander grunted. He roughly fingered the tight hole and gave a snarly laugh.

Iason spread his thighs wider and giggled. “Oh yeah, harder! That feels so good.”

Alexander agreed. Being inside this bitch always fucked with his mind. He rather liked the story Iason read to him about Bonnie and Clyde. Yeah, he longed to be just like that cunning couple, two lovers fucking and killing their way through bank robberies and other sadistic crimes. He liked having the bitch always beside him.

Easily, he could see Iason handling a machine gun, even though the damn firearm would probably outweigh his slim, tiny lover. Even at the age of fourteen, Iason was still so lean and sinewy, just like Robin Zander.

"More," Iason sassily purred.

"Get on all fours," Alexander ordered him.

So Iason did, bracing his knees and hands against the mattress while he lowered his upper body and lifted that smooth ass in the air.

Alexander cocked his brow. What a sight to behold. He lathered up his cock with the lube and roughly entered the tight hole. The gasp excited him. Man, that hissy purr always drove him wild. He began thrusting his hips, working his cock deeper and harder into the tight portal. Now he withdrew, grinning. Ooh, he liked when he stretched this hole and he could see deep inside. No longer was this pretty portal closed off. This hot ass was wide open, wanting more dick.

"Will you please quit looking at my ass and just fuck me for crying out loud, you idiot," Iason spat out with annoyance.

Alexander gave a hissy laugh. And at times he liked the sassy mouth. Such an order and insult deserved a good slap but he was amused with the haughty blond's impatience. So he slid his cock back in the hole while scooping up thick mounds of golden hair that had fallen over Iason's shoulder. He gave another hissy laugh as he pulled on the strands and then whipped the smooth bottom with his lover's hair.

Iason giggled. "Yes, do it," he cooed. "Oh God, more."

"You like being whipped?" Alexander teased.

"Hmm, reminds me of the days before I got stuck in this hell hole," Iason purred.

Alexander cocked his brow as he continued to pump his dick. It was the first time either of them ever spoke about the past and what their lives had been like before they wound up in here.

*****

"What you mean whipping remind you of past?" Alexander grunted.

They were cuddled up in the single bed. His arm was drawn around the minx's shoulder and the blond bitch's head rested on his chest. Snuggling, a lovers intimacy only shared between those who cared enough to want more than just the sex. Alexander sighed. At times, the feelings confused him. Before Iason, he always slept on his own side of the bed. He had loathed when Kenny would try and reach for him once they finished fucking. Yet, with Iason, instinct just surfaced and after each time they had sex, he'd draw his pretty blond lover deep against his chest.

He rather enjoyed running his fingers through the silken, infinite strands of blond hair. And stroking the minx's tender flesh always soothed him. He even liked when the sassy blond would brush his gentle toes against his legs. This body was so warm, so tender, yet in a heart beat, he knew the vixen could easily surface, Lucifer's minion awakened and the pretty, subdued lad would vanish.

"Hmm? Say what?" Iason drowsily asked since he was just drifting off to sleep.

"Whipping," Alexander grunted.

The long, black lashes flickered and Iason gazed up. He smiled.

Alexander's eyes widened. For some reason he was filled with excitement. The smile the vixen graced him with was hardly cynical, taunting or smug, something he was well familiar with. Instead, the smile was so enchanting, maybe even serene, a bit peaceful and content.

"It doesn't matter," Iason murmured as he snuggled deeper against the strong chest.

"It does," he grunted. "Tell me."

"I love whips," Iason softly replied. "Before I got thrown in this fucking hell hole, my pride and joy were my whips."

"What kind of whips?"

"Hmm, a kangaroo-hide bull whip, couple of quirts, snake whip, one with two tails . . . the bullwhip was longer than me," he said with a soft giggle.

"Why you have so many whips?"

"Cause I like whipping people," Iason mocked.

"Yeah, you whip someone to death?" Now Alexander was intrigued. He could easily see this vixen dressed in leather, a whip fastened to the slim belt, easily drawing open the long, snakeskin belly and wrapping the six-foot strand around a man.

"Now do I look like I'd kill someone?" Iason teased. "Honey, I'm innocent. They had no right tossing me in here."

Alexander grunted with amusement. Yeah, nobody ever bragged or fessed up to their crimes. Everyone said they'd been framed, all swearing by their innocence.

"Tell me," he urged as he gave the soft buttocks a gentle slap.

Iason snorted. "Yeah right. And have you use this stuff against me later on if I piss you off? Not a chance, big guy."

Alexander glanced away. The vixen had every right to protest. After all, to stay alive in this hell hole, one didn't trust anybody, especially with information. So why did it bother him that Iason didn't trust him? Why was he pissed this beautiful blond wouldn't share? And why should he care? Fuck, why was he even thinking about this shit in the first place?

"We share," he insisted in his gruff voice. "You know I want get you out of here," he added, keeping his voice low, just a growly murmur.

Okay, now he had the minx's attention.

"Really?" Iason asked. He sat up then, propped on his elbow, smiling. Now he gave a sweet giggle. He slithered on top of the big guy, resting his slim body against the hardened muscles of his lover. Gently, he pressed his lips against Alexander's mouth. "So, when you gonna get us out of here?" he whispered.

Alexander cast the minx a cocky grin. Boy, he liked when this hellcat turned into a meowing kitten. His hands rested on the bitch's taut buttocks. He gave the cheek a playful slap which made the minx giggle like an innocent schoolboy. He liked that look in the sassy blond's evergreen eyes. The look was rather worshiping, so doe-eyed and filled with hope. Now why should he care he dredged up these feelings in Iason? Why did he give a shit the blond gazed at him so admiringly? Yet, he did like it for some reason.

"Soon," Alexander grunted. "Very soon. Just be patient."

Iason nodded his head. "When we get out, I wanna get my whips. They're at a buddy's. Hopefully the fucker didn't sell 'em."

"Can't stay around here when we get out," Alexander replied. "You know cops will be looking for us. Will have to hide out in the wasteland for a couple years."

"What?" Iason gasped in disbelief. Then he wrinkled his nose. "I don't wanna go there," he said under his breath. "That place is total hickville, man. Nothing but a bunch of rednecks live out there."

"Must be done," Alexander gruffly stated. "We stay here, cops will easily find us and throw us back in slammer."

"Yeah, I know," Iason muttered as he shook back his hair. "But we won't be able to hit the clubs and party."

"Partying for the weak," Alexander replied with disgust.

"Baby, you'd change your mind if you partied with me," Iason purred.

Alexander gave a gruff chuckle. "I already party with you. I have what I want. Got loyal right hand, fuckable lover and just need my freedom now. You'll see. Will all work out."

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This story is created for fan fiction purposes only. Some dialogue was taken from the script to keep this tale true to the original movie.

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