(MaysharxFKxDrac)

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn brushed some of her long red hair over her shoulder, kicking the wheel of her car and cursing. It was dark, and a thunderstorm seemed to have stalled overhead, and her car just had to decide to break down right there. Her hair and clothes were soaked through, and the sweater she wore over the rest of her clothes was so soggy it weighed an extra ten pounds.

Smacking the side of the car, she slammed the door after retrieving her purse. There was no signal out here either, her phone was completely useless. Fuming, Bryn stormed down the road. She hadn't seen a single car come down it in an hour, or she wouldn't have been walking back to the bar she thought she had passed a few miles back.

It took Bryn over an hour to find the bar, and by the time she did it had begun to truly pour, the rain coming down in such torrents that she could hardly see a foot in front of her. Throwing the bar door open, she stormed inside, cursing loudly. She had barely noticed the lack of cars in the parking lot, but a couple of bikes had caught her attention on her way in. She was in such a sour mood she felt like kicking one of them, sending it sprawling into the other. She only barely kept herself from doing it.

As the bar door closed behind her, Bryn's grey eyes searched the dark main room. It was full of smoke, but very few people. Apparently the low population and the rain worked against the establishment. She stormed up tot the filthy bar and looked at the bartender.

"Do you happen to have a phone in this shit hole? My car is abandoned a few miles down the road, and I need a tow, if this butt fuck town even registers on a map.

The bartender scowled at her and slammed a phone down on the bar. Upon picking up the receiver, Bryn cursed, slamming it back down and barely containing herself not to throw the phone at teh man.

"There's no damned dial tone! Was that some kind of joke." The bartender shrugged coldly, hardly paying attention to her. Her attitude wasn't making her any points with him. Suddenly she hit the bar, "Fine, give me a god damned drink. Vodka, strait,and don't bother with the shot glass. Give me something worth drinking."

Bryn leaned against teh bar, turning some to look a the rest of the room. Beneath er sweater were low cut jeans, and she wore a pair of heeled boots. The sweater was, presumably, a shade of blue before it had gotten soaked, now it appeared to be black, and there was no visible sign of what was being worn beneath it.l

 

[Mayshar]

Markus sat at his usual table, in his usual watering hole. Him and his brother came here all the time, thinking of themselves like a 2 man bike gang.

He took a long gulp of his beer before slamming it back down on the table. Not many people frequented thier bar, especially this time of night. Just the occasional stranded traveler passing through. He hated every one of them, they all came in with some kind of attitude, thinking they were better then him.

He reached back with his strong powerful arms, stretching and letting his biker jacket spread open revealing a torn and tattered t-shirt underneath. His large muscles clenched as he reached for the ceiling, his long black hair falling back off of his shoulders. His hair was wild and unkept, but not dirty.

As he returned to his normal posture, he noticed a figure appoaching the bar thru the window. It was too dark and rainy to make much out yet so he reached down and reached under his blue jeans to scratch his calf, which was quite hairy. A lightning bolt shook the bar and highlighted the tattoos he had running up and down his arm.

He leaned back as the girl started yelling at the bartender, normal roadside stranded bitch.

He turned to his brother and slapped him on the arm.

"Check this bitch out, dude."

 

[Draconis]

Drake was leaning back in his chair half asleep when Markus slapped his arm. He hated this bar, but it was the only one in hundreds of miles. The benefit though was that it was never very crowded, which was fine by him. Drake hated people, hated being around other people, hated talking with them. He despised the stuck up travelers that passed through now and then the most though.

"What the hell man!" he mumbled as he grabbed the table to keep from falling out of his chair.

It took him a second to understand what his brother had said to him, but when he did he turned to look at the bar and imediately noticed the bitch at the bar, she acted like every other stuck up bitch who came through, even her posture said it. As he listend to her get an attitude with the bartender he found himself wanting to teach the bitch some respect. Brushing a hand through his short dark hair he turned back to his brother.

"Stuck up bitch needs some manners"

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn hadn't noticed the two bikers near the back of the bar, her attention was still on the bartender. She was pissed off because it looked like she'd have to sit the storm out, and hope she got some reception on her phone when it passed. When the bartender finally gave her her drink in a glass that looked less than clean she slammed some money down on the bar- minus the tip, and went to find a table to seethe at.

Bryn assessed the seat at the table she choose and gave it a disgusted look. Pulling her sweater off she laid it on the chair, the sweater was already ruined so she didn't find it too much more of a loss if it got a few diseases. She was pretty sure she could get something deadly just by getting a splinter in here.

With the sweater off, Bryn was only wearing a black tank top, her matching bra straps showing. Her breasts were good sized, D-cups at least, and now that her hips could be seen, it was obvious that she was a woman who worked out. She had a flat tummy and small waist between her curvy breasts and hips, and her ass was tight inside her clinging jeans.

Sitting down, she threw back a large gulp of the vodka, letting the burn warm her as her eyes teared up from the scalding path it made down her throat. Her eyes skimmed the bar one more time, and this time she noticed the scruffy looking men in the back of the bar. She gave them yet another disgusted look, just as she had the furniture and the glassware, before turning away from them and going at her drink again.

 

[Mayshar]

Markus was a bit intrigued by the new arrival. They didnt get too many good looking women strolling in the bar in the middle of the night. He feintly heard what his brother had said, but was focused intently on the girl as she sat at the table.

He picked up his bottle and finished his beer in one gulp, throwing the bottle over his shoulder out the open window. It crashed into a pile of glass, as if it was a routine.

He took a sidelong glance at his brother before responding, returning his attention back to the women, was now givign him a dirty look.

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Its been awhile since we had any classes at the Big Dicks, Little Cunt Bitches beauty school."

He looks over at the bartender who had been watching both of the brothers intently, used to thier methods. Markus gives him a nod and a wave of his hand, a signal the bartender must be familiar with as he starts putting away a few things and disappears into the back, leaving the bar empty except for the 2 brothers and the new arrival.

 

[Draconis]

Drake waited for the bartender to get the signal and disappear before looking over to his brother and nodding once. Then he got up and shrugged his shoulders once to fix his black leather jacket, and reached down quickly adjusting the crotch of his leather pants and started walking towards the girl.
He walked right up to the table until he was standing right next to her.

"You know, we don't get many of your type in here little girl. You lost?"

He was intentionally being as insulting as possible, he wanted her to snap at him with that stuck up bitch attitude of hers so he could put her in her place and show her what she really was.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn looked up as one of the biker's stopped right by her chair. Up close he looked quite a bit bigger than he had sitting down on the other side of teh bar. Still, she shrugged that off and took another drink, almost choking when she heard him call her a little girl. She slammed her drink down and looked up at him, pushing herself out of her chair sharply.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, calling me a little girl?" She looked him over, "Let me guess, your one of the dick-less bastards who rides a bike to lift his ego. That would explain all the cheap, less than stylish leather."

Her eyes roamed over him insultingly before they fell back on his face, her words spat out with malice.

 

[Mayshar]

Markus picked up his brothers left bottle, and downed that after he had walked off. He gets up from the table as she starts to get vicious, and walks over to the table with them both, on the opposite side of her as his brother. They both stand about the same height, but Markus is a couple inches shorter, however much broader and stronger.

As he approaches, its obvious he is a powerful man, but not toned. He has a typical biker body, thick and broad shoulders. He places his hands down on the table rather hard, shaking it violently and knocking her glass over.

His long hair falls down around his face, showcasing his semi handsome features as he stares her down.

"Bikes arent the only thing we ride darlin."

 

[Draconis]

Drake took the initiative once his brother was there to back him up and reached out and grabbed the stuck up bitch by her throat and slammed her back into the wall. He wasn't one for subtlty, but prefered to get the job done quickly.

"Dickless hmm? Maybe we should show you just how wrong you are... hmm?" he growled in her ear, his other hand roaming across her tight stomach as he did.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn jumped and gave a little cry of surprise as Markus slammed his hands into her table, about to say something about her spilled drink- but she never got the chance. She screamed as she was suddenly slammed back into the wall, her eyes flashing to Drake's face in a surge of fear as he pinned her there, holding on to her throat. She could feel his hand on her stomach, exploring, and she squirmed, struggling.

"get your filthy hands off of me . . " She had to strain to speak, but she still got the words out. She tried not to think about the very unsubtle statement he made, as he eyes flashed between him and Markus.

"Don't you fucking touch me . . . or I'll file for rape . . . "

 

[Mayshar]

"File for rape? Does this look like a police office bitch?"

Markus seemed to gather energy from watching his brother Drake take action, he was always the one to act first. Markus moves in and grabs her hands and raises them above her head. He wraps his massive hand around her wrists and holds them up against the wall.

He uses his other hand to grope her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her nipples through her tank top.

 

[Draconis]

Drakes hand moved south slowly until it slid between her thighs and rubbed over her jeans for a moment before his fingers moved to unfasten her skin-tight jeans. When they were open his hand slid down into her pants and his middle finger quickly found her slit and pushed inside rubbing across her clit as it did.

"Figured an uptight little bitch like you would have a nice tight pussy, looks like I was right." he growled.

"I think this little bitch needs something to loosen up that tight ass of hers don't you Markus?"

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn cried out as Markus moved in closer, pinning her wrists about her head. Her struggles became even less effective then, as she was pinned against the wall,t eh two men so close she could smell their bodies, and the alcohol on their breath. She shuddered, and then screamed as she felt Drake's hand between her legs, moving inside of her jeans, inside of he panties.

She felt his finger invade her, and her back arched at the roughness, as much as at the feeling of having something inside of her. Her indignation only continued to grow as Markus groped her breasts.

When she heard drakes words she began to struggle harder, fighting agianst their grips and the wall.

"No! NO! Don't you fucking dare! You aren't going to fuck any part of me! LET ME GO!"

 

[Mayshar]

Markus lets out a bellowing laugh at her remark.

"Darlin, you got that all wrong."

He grabs her top and bra and tears them off of her in one quick powerful yank. His hand going straight to bare breasts, swicthing off between squeezing them and pulling her nipples hard.

"We are going to fuck EVERY part of you."

He switched hands holding her up, letting him get a better angle to slide one hand behind her. He runs his rough hands along her back against the wall, heading into her jeans just above her asscrack.

With the jeans being loose from Drakes hand in the front, he easily forces his hand down the back, sliding along her ass before finding what he was after. His index finger begins to test the elasticity of her most likely never used asshole. Bitches like her never gave up thier asses.

"Yea Drake, I think she does. Its so fucking tight back here dude."

 

[Draconis]

With her tits now exposed Drake leaned down and took one of her nipples between his teeth and bit down then pulled on it roughly with his teeth, then repeated the motion on the other. As he did his hand began pushing her pants downwards, till the were over her hips and fell down around her ankles. His hand then reached up and grabbed her panties and yanked on them roughly ripping them off and tossing them across the ground.

"Of course it is, stuck up little bitches always got tight asses. Why don't you do something about bro? I'ma do something about this mouth of her's since she just cant shut up."

As he said this he reached down and unfastened his pants and pulled out his nine inch cock, once he had he pulled her hands out of Markus's grasp and pulled her forward by her hair till her face was right in front of his cock.

"Suck it bitch! and don't even think about bitting or you'll end up in the gutter out back"

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn screamed as her shirt was ripped off, her fear beginning to grow as she realized that the two men weren't just playing around. Markus' hands were rough on her breasts, almost painful, but not as painful as his brother's teeth, which made her cry out. When she felt Markus' finger agianst her asshole she screamed again, struggling harder, fighting to free herself as tears began to show in her eyes. Her struggle, though, made Marku's thick finger hurt more.

When she felt her hands being pulled away from captivity, she thought for a moment she might get free, but her hair was quickly claimed by Drake. She screamed as she was jerked down, her ass now pointing toward Markus, exposed as her jeans were on the floor and her panties were in tatters.

She sobbed as she was suddenly faced with Drake's large cock, and she squirmed some, but was yet again unable to get free. She heard his threat, and she shuddered, shrinking away some as she was forced to open her mouth and take his cock. It smelled, and tasted, liek sweat, and she gagged some as she took the head in her mouth, her tears spilling over, as she continued to try to keep her ass from Markus.

 

[Mayshar]

Markus let out a loud "Fuck yea!!" as he unzipped his pants to pull out his 9 inch cock, the two were truely brothers. He took off his jacket and shirt, exsposing his massive hairy chest. A couple scars could be seen here or there, most likely from knife or gun wounds.

He sees Brynn start taking Drake's cock, and notices her attempts to keep her ass down and away from him. He lunges in towards her and slams her right ass check nearly as hard as he can with his giant calloused hamhock of a hand, leaving a nasty red mark and a welt starts to form almost instantly.

"Pick that ass up into the air bitch."

The reaches back with the same hand, and unloads another whack at her other cheek.

*SMACK*

 

[Draconis]

Drake pulled roughly on her hair and started thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, noticing that she was attempting to keep Markus from getting to her ass and watching as Markus smacked her roughly across her ass cheek, he decided to make sure she got the point and reached down and smacked her left tit as hard as he could.

"Do what he says bitch or you'll regret it"

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn screamed as she felt the fist hit her right ass cheek, and she choked on Drake's cock as he thrust it deeper into her mouth, invading her throat. She felt the hand come down again, at almost the exact same time as Drake slapped her tit, and she jerked her ass up instantly.

She would have begged for them to stop, if she could have, her ass hurt so badly, just from the two blows, and Drake kept pounding his cock into ehr throat in a way that she knew was going to make it hurt very quickly.

She was afraid of what it was going to feel like to have Markus' inside of her, but she found she had no room t move. If she moved her ass, he was going to hit her again, and she couldn't free her hair from Drake's hand. She wondered how she had gone from walking int eh rain to getting raped by two big, violent bikers.

 

[Mayshar]

Markus slaps her ass again just for good measure as he works on lining up his big cock with her asshole.

"Your really gonna wish you had done this before darlin, I aint going to be gentle like your little dick boyfriend would be."

As he gets himself lined up, he spits a good wad onto his hands and uses it to slicken up his massive thik shaft. He kneels down behind her and shoves his dick into her ass as hard as his pelvis can thrust, timing it perfectly with his brothers thrusting from the front, a tactic they have obviously done before.

 

[Draconis]

Drake felt her throat tighten and her body push forward as Markus pushed into her ass, forcing his cock all the way down her throat as he thrust forward at the same time.

"You like that bitch? Thats what happens to uptight little bitches when they get an attitude" he growled at her as he started to really fuck her face, thrusting his cock in and out of her throat hard and fast.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn was going to scream from the sudden, blinding pain, but she was too busy choking on Drake's cock. instead, she suffered the tearing pain of Marku's big cock in her ass in near silence.

As Drake really started pumping her, she made choking and gagging noises over and over again, her saliva running down her chin and his cock as she sobbed between thrusts. She could feel the big man behind her thrusting in and out of her ass, and it sent bolts of pain through her entire body.

Struggling only slightly she learned that her pain multiplied, so she tried to hand as still as she could, hoping they would finish quickly and leave her in painful peace.

 

[Mayshar]

Markus reaches out grabs her trailing hair, holding onto it like reins to a horse. His big frame pumping with everything its worth, no regards to her pain what so ever.

He gets up on the balls of his feet, in more of a mounting postion, allowing him to go much deeper into her no longer virgin ass. He starts to pound her harder when he sees a trickle of blood run down his shaft and drop off of his balls onto the floor.

 

[Draconis]

Without warning Drake shot off down her throat grunting loudly, he held himself all the way down her throat until his last few spurts and then quickly pulled out and shot it across her face. He saw the relief on her face that at least part of her ordeal was over, and smiled, the bitch was in for a surprise. Grabbing her hair he pushed her upwards so that she was standing and pushed her back into Markus, then quickly stepped forward and thrust his still hard cock up into her cunt.

"Sorry bitch but you aren't getting out of it that quickly"

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Bryn felt her tears running hot down her cheeks, something infuriating in itself for a woman of her own self-possessed control. It was impossible not to cry, though, when a large man was ramming her ass, making it bleed, and another was ramming her throat.

She was surprised when, without warning, Drake suddenly busted in her throat, forcing her to swallow most of his load before he shot the rest on her face. She sobbed as he pulled back, but growled at him

"Get the fuck away from me!" She screamed at him, but the relief at his load was short lived. An instant late she was screaming because, yet again he was using her hair to control her, pushing her back so that her own body weight rammed her harder down Markus' cock. She screamed when Drake thrus hard into her cunt as well, and suddenly her feet were no longer touching the ground.