Markus spun out and rocketed out of the gravel driveway. Dust dirt and rock fly up all around them as the bike accelerated greatly. He skidded onto the pavement and pushed off into the distance. The ride was rather peaceful, if you werent naked that was. The wind tore at Bryns skin, the friction was intense. Not to mention the rocks and other things that would occasionally slam into her. It was a good hour before they started to see anything, Markus's trailer was really out in the middle of nowhere. The drove thru a few small towns that looked empty, then hit another long stretch of highway with nothing and no one around.
He leaned back over his shoulder and shouted at her,
"Wont be long now darlin, I hope you like what Ive set up for you. Consider today your wedding gift."
He doesnt wait for a response as he gases the bike harder, increasing their speed to dangerous levels. Not too long after, a building comes into a view off in the distance. Even from this far away bikes could be seen all over the area out in front. As they got closer, a small wooden chapel, painted white come into view. It was a very big building, but could hold maybe 100 people or so. Out in front there was nothing but bikes, all lined up and covering the dirt in front of the building.
One thing stuck out to Bryn as they pulled in and Markus shut down the bike, a litte ways off, there was a long black limo. The car seemed to be looking at them, it was facing right where the parked at the front door. Already from inside she could hear males voices shouting and screaming. It sounded like a crowded bar full of drunks, rather then a church. Markus climb off the bike and turned to face her.
"Get off, now its time for your wedding dress."
He waited for her to get off the bike and walked up in front of her. He lifted the briefcase up, making her hold it out infront of her so he could open it. He clicked the locks and lifted the lid, which blocked her view completely of him and the contents of the case. She heard some metal clanking, and then a rattle of what sounded like a chain. Without closing the lid, and her vision still obscured, Markus walked around to her side and then behind her, quickly enough that she didnt have time to make out what he was holding be he had something in his hands.
From behind her, she felt an object wrap around her neck, then it was twisted roughly. His hands were all over her neck and the object as he adjusted it until it was in the right position. She was finally able to make out what it was just as it locked on her neck. It looked like a dog collar, with metal spikes and studs all over it. The collar itself was black leather, very fine and well detailed. On the front was a large metal ring, just under her chin.
Markus walked back around to her front and grabbed a few more things from the case. Then the lid shut and she could once again see his face. He didnt look angry, or upset. He just looked focused as he took the case from her hands and laid it in the bike seat. Before she could react his hand grabs her wrists and brings them together in front of her. He slaps on a pair of black leather handcuffs, which seem to match the collar. They are also studded and covered in spikes. The top of the cuffs also have a large metal ring.
Next he brings up a long leather strap, its also well detailed but seems to have a few larger holes in it. He attaches one end to the metal ring under her chin, and pulls the strap along the front of her body, between her breasts and down to her crotch. The holes now make sense as the strap goes perfectly over her cunt and around up her ass, the holes lined up perfectly at each of her holes, allowing a cock to easily get to her private areas. The pulls the strap from behind her tightly, forcing pressure in her crotch from the harness. The other end has another large metal ring. Markus attaches a chain to that and runs the cold steel up her back to the back side of the collar, where it attaches to yet another metal ring.
He walks around to the front, and only has one piece left, a 3 feet solid, polished steel chain. He reaches out and attaches it to the ring under her chain, and looks her in the eyes, holding one end like a dog leash.
"Now that your all dolled up, we can get this shin-dig started darlin."
He turned back to the front door of the chapel and started walking, tugging at the chain dragging her along behind him, right into a room filled with nearly 90 bikers, all on the left side of the church, the groom side. The right side, the brides side, was completely empty. For now.....
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