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Drake waited for Markus to start thrusting and then began to do the same in rythm with his thrusts, alternating strokes, when it was time for the encore he would change it up and match his thrusts but that time wasn't here yet. Reaching up he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards again so that she was forced to look up at him.

"What do you think we should do with this bitch whn were done man?" he asked Markus "You know how billy hates it when we leave the sluts laying around in his bar"

He glared down at her with malice,

"Maybe her rich daddy would pay for her? What you think bro? or maybe we should just off her and save ourselves the trouble?"
 
Bryn screamed as Markus grabbed her face between his hands, forcing himself into her. She felt herself ripping, felt her blood hot inside her ass. She sobbed as she was forced to stare at him, her face and eyes a study in agony and fear.

She sobbed as he asked her if she wanted to marry his cock, shaking her head just slightly, unable to find words any more. She was nearly paralyzed by her fear. As his eyes fell to her breasts she sobbed, but she screamed when he twisted her nipples, making them bleed. His tongue and saliva burned on the wounds, and she wanted to beg for them to stop, but couldn't find the words.

She continued to scream and sob as the worked her ass together, Drake grabbing her hair and jerking her head back. As he mentioned leaving her for dead she sobbed again. She almost didn't care if they killed her, but she still feared it.
 
Markus continued his rythmatic pumping into her ass. His large hands molested and groped all over her breasts, his teeth and lips touchign every part of her and her nipples. His speed picks up a bit, but he is nowhere close to relase yet. He is only getting warmed up. When Drake pulls her head back, he looks up into her face again, the tears covering every inch of her face.

"I dunno dude, it seems like a waste to finish off such a nice fuck. I wanna take her home."

He reaches out and grabs her throat again, bringing her mouth into reach of his as he sticks his tongue deep into her mouth. His kiss is so vicious it will most likley leave bruises around her mouth. He stops kissing her long enough to focus on fucking her for a moment. He rests his head on her chest, just under her chin. His warm, heavy breathing going right onto her tits. He leans his weight on her, as if resting every part of his upper body while his lower body works at its task.

"Do you wanna come home with me darlin?"

He lifts his head long enough to look at her face, expecting an answer. It would be unwise to ignore him again considering her current situation. She should remember the threat she received last time she ignored him.
 
"Man we dont got enough room to be takin care of useless stuck up rich bitches like her and you know it." Drake grumbled, "You want to take her home fine but your keeping her out back with the dogs"

Drake grunted about ready to finish this off, he switched up his thrusting and started pushing into her at the same time as Markus really stretching her out.
 
Bryn screamed and sobbed as they talked about her as if she weren't even there. She looked down at Markus in fear. SHe didn't want to answer his question, but she knew the consequences of not speaking when he wanted her too.

SHe knew that the answer she wanted to give him would end up in something worse than death, and she sobbed at the corner she had been backed into. Finally she nodded, choking on her sob.

"Yes I . . . I'll go home with you . . ." She sobbed the words, her head falling as she screamed from the pain of their tandem thrusts into her ass.
 
Markus heard her, but showed no signs of it as he let his forehead rest on her chest just above her breasts. He was panting like a big hairy dog, each thrust methodical and with a purpose. As if working in perfect unison, his pounding matched in a perfect rythm with his brothers. In and out each worked worked on its own, yet the result was by using both.

He continues to thrust up into her, over and over. Eventually he raises his head up and puts both of his hands behind her head, locking his fingers at the base of her skull on the top of her neck. He pulls her head down to his, thier foreheads meeting softly. Nose to nose, Markus and Bryn stared into each others eyes. His pumping now almost like like a designed dance, his pelvis slamming in and out. He whispers to her, so only she can hear....

"Your gonna be my little obediant fuck slut arent you darlin? If you belong to Markus, no other man will touch you."

He kisses her again, this time much more passionatly and less violent, almost as if he actually cares. Then, the pounding of her ass snaps her back to reality as he is forcing her head into hiss, pressing thier foreheads together hard. His jackhammering is constant, like a machine his cock thrusts over and over.

"I told you the bitch always wanted it Drake. Im keeping this one, besides I think sis would enjoy her too."

Letting that sentence linger in the air, Markus goes back to the task at hand. Knowing Drake is getting fed up, he decides its time to finish it off before they get into a nother fight. He doesnt want him killing this bitch out of anger.

Markus pounds her ass , finally releasing every last bit of cum left in his balls as deep into her ass as possible. His hands still clenched tightly behind her neck, holding her head to his.
 
Drake felt his brother cum and followed shortly after, when he had emptied all of himself into her abused hole he tugged his dick out of her and wiped it clean on what was left of her clothing.

"Lets finish this shit up man I have to piss like a mother fucker" he grumbled.
 
The girl continued to sob, even as Markus kissed her. The pain was unbearable, and she was trembling. She closed her eyes as she felt Drake cum inside of her.

She was terrified of the idea that she was going home with Markus to be his toy, and she regretted ever coming to teh bar. Still, she did not complain, did not say anything, just let them finish as she sobbed, to afriad and hurt to fight back.
 
Markus pulled him self out of her ass as Drake finished. Drake basically dropped her, but Markus half caught her and let her down to the floor gently rather then just crumbling down. He coughs ands spits on her as he straightens up to his full height.

"All right man, so just go. Im sure she wont mind."

Markus wipes off his cock with his hand, then starts pising all over Bryn's abused and bloody body. The smell is powerful and strong, and it stings as the open wounds on her get filled with piss.

"You know darlin, I have some advice for you. Next time you cut someone off on the freeway, dont leave your car unattended at the next town. Someone like me, might just cut your fuel line, making you run out of gas a few miles out of town, in the middle of the night. Making you walk into a deserted bar alone, where you get raped by 2 guys. Just a thought for the future."

The sound of multiple motorcycles rumbled outside, indicating several more bikers have shown up. Markus lets out a disgusted sigh, realizing this must be those dick Rough Rider pussies. Him and Drake have gotten into several fights with them, even though him and Markus were always outnumbered. They always came out on top of course, cause they were real bikers and those chumps were wannabe's, but he wasnt much in the mood tonight.

"Well darlin, I can either leave you here for these small dick pussies to further abuse your holes, or you can come home with me. Whats it going to be?"

He finally finishes pissing and pulls his pants up, the sound of his zipper signaling he just may actually be finished for the time being.
 
Drake had to agree that he liked the idea when markus brought it up, he quickly pointed his cock at her abused body and let lose, making sure to hit every part of her body with his piss at least once. When he was done he zipped up and turned and headed towards the door.

"I'm done with this shit I'm going home you can do what you like with the little slut" he said as he walked out the door before getting on his bike and taking off.
 
Bryn sobbed as she was placed on teh floor. Somehow she already knew what was coming, and when the two men released jets of urine on her she curled in a ball, trying to protect her face. SHe cried out and sobbed as the urine stung her open wounds, trembling. It seemed as though they were intentionally hitting every part of her abused body.

When they were finally finished, and Drake walked out the door she looked up at Markus, sobbing and waiting to see what he was going to do. Was he really going to take her home? Her mind was so muddled, it hadn't even really sank in that he had cut her gas line, and just admitted t it, and that she wouldn't even have been here if it hadn't have been for him.

"Please . . ." She whimpered, but didn't' really know what she was pleading for. SHe looked at teh door as she heard the other bikers start filling the bar, and she looked back at Markus, moving just slightly closer to him and pushing herself against his legs.

"Please don't leave me here . . ."

She knew she was dooming herself to torment, and likely a lot more rape, but it would be better than what would happen if she stayed in teh bar. That would most likely end in death, or becoming a gang whore by force.
 
Markus nods at Bryn as she clings to his leg. He knew all along she didnt really have any choice, but it was so much more fun to ask and make her answer anyway. He pulled off his jean jacket and tossed it down to her.

"Put that on bitch, these guys dont get to see you. Im glad you made the right choice darlin, real glad."

He waits for her to put the jacket on, covering her up mostly. He reaches back into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash and throws it on the table. It was obviously much more then what beers could have cost, he must have been leaving a big tip for the bar owner, considering what he let them do in his place.

He leads Bryn out of the bar and heads over to his bike. The new arrivals start shouting and causing a ruckus, obviously trying to get Markus riled up and into a fight. With Drake gone, they figure they could prolly take him this time. Markus ignores them completely however, other things filling his mind. He climbs onto his bike and looks back at Bryn,

"Get on bitch, Im sure sis is worried sick about me. Maybe you'll calm her down a bit. Whaddya think? Will you make my sister feel better?"

He laughs, there was something unnerving about that laugh, but it drowns out as the engine to the bike roars into action. Once Bryns climbs on, he takes off in a blast, leaving dust and dirt flying in his wake.
 
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