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“Let me show you how we do things in our pack,” he growls before pressing his rough-stubbled cheek against mine and capturing me in a brutal kiss. Leather and spice cling to him, heat rolling off his body.

My heart races as rough hands suddenly grip my body, cupping a feel under my skirt, under my halter neck, and pull me closer.

“P-please..” I try to push him away, and beg, but deep down, my body is calling the shots. This is a problem. And as if they know, all of them move in, and they rub themselves on me, their erections pressing against my thighs as they circle around like vultures waiting for their prey. They’ve made a circle around me, with no one to get in or out, or even see what’s going on inside. Their leader steps forward, his eyes blazing with a predator’s focus. Without hesitation, he grabs my breasts, forcing them out of my halter neck, slaps them sideways, and pinches both of my nipples, pulling them to him, causing my body to scorch under his touch. I can’t stop myself from whining and following him as he pulls me by my perked buds to the center of the circle.

“There you are, slut.” He approves. “We want you right here.”

“P-please…” My mind is gone, why and how I don’t know. The others now join in, surrounding me as they take turns groping my exposed body. Their hands roam over every inch of my skin, their rough fingers squeezing my buttcheeks, pulling me into a position I can’t get out of.

Terrified of what it would cost me, I glance to the bar and find the bartender, Jack, watching us intently. “P-please call Rio.. Or Brox..” I mouth. This is not where things should happen.

“It’s open season for bikers,” Jack says and walks away.

The crowd reacts to Jack’s words with approval, and they press closer, closing the space around me. The hazel eyes leader reaches under my skirt and pulls down my panties without warning. I gasp as his rough fingers glide down my thighs, frozen between shock and a sensation that betrays me before I can stop it.

“N-no, wait,” I push them back, but they’re faster.

They place my bar stool in the middle of the circle, and push me to bend down on it. Someone lifts my skirt, and spreads my legs, And before I can fully grasp what this means, a thick cock enters me.

A sound tears out of me at the pain, raw and uncontrolled but they pour a cold beer down my ass, and use that as lubricant as their laughter echoes. Another one opens my jaw and sticks his cock inside.

I’m trying to breathe through my nose, but they close it, and instinctively I fight them with my hands, pushing them as I’m jerked from the pounding I’m getting, and choking. My arms are restrained quickly, my fingers forced around two cocks, who I’m jerking, and everyone else’s jerking over my body, touching me with their cocks.

I’m on the edge of losing my consciousness, when they swap, and too loud of a moan escapes my lips as I gasp for air. I nearly faint, but like an addict, I’m lost to this game. The heat, the rush, the way my body lights up, the devil inside me is awakened. I arch my back, stick my tongue out, begging. Another cock instantly shows up in front of my face and fucks me. The man at my cunt picks up speed, pounding me away with relentless force. My hands now willingly jerk two other bikers’ cocks, their growls of satisfaction echo as they both hold my breasts, one in each hand, and slap my ass.

Man one pulls out, his hot cum spurts over my ass, and without a moment to spare, another one enters me. I writhe on the bar stool, my body restrained by the men holding their cocks, waiting for their turn, as a train forms behind me and everyone takes turns tag-teaming me.

I lie bent over the stool as they satisfy their wildest fantasies on my helpless body. They pin me down without mercy or care for anyone around them; I’m their doll, their property, they’re using me however they see fit–and they won’t stop until I’m loaded to the brink with their cum.

Someone grasps my hair and pulls my head back to look at me. “You wanna be a dirty little whore?” he hisses. “Do you?”

I whimper.

“Watch me fuck your sweet little ass,” he releases my hair, smears the cum that’s over my thighs and cunt, from everyone jerking over me, and uses that as lube. Then he edges in, once, and without warning, he slams inside my ass. A burning sensation overwhelms me, quickly crushed by someone’s fingers rubbing my cunt and easing me off into my flight.

Another one pulls my hair again and lifts my head, and starts to slap my cheeks, relentlessly.

“You gonna get fucked, and say thank you, whore!”

Whoever’s cock is now inside me, penetrates me deep, his fingers are clawing in my hips.

“Say it!” I hear them say.

“T-t-thank you!” I pant.

Another person slaps my cheek, someone spills a drink over my body.

“Again!” As I’m pounded, I say thank you each time my body jerks upward from the force.

“Open, open wide!” Someone jerks in front of me, and immediately I stick my tongue out as he cums on my face. More people join in. Ropes and ropes of cum end over my hair, and face, and inside my mouth, another aims his cum directly into my mouth. Behind me, as soon as someone pulls out, another cock enters my ass.

“T-t-hank you…”

Another one takes over… and cums.

“T-t-hank you…”

….and another one….