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Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Since the days of the old west, outlaws like Jessie James Cole Younger were often looked upon as being folk heroes. In the harsh days of the 1930's a more modern outlaw came to the public's attention. Men like John Dillinger, Baby Face Nelson, Pretty Boy Floyd and women like Bonnie Parker and Ma Barker became like modern day Robin Hoods. Such outlaws were replaced as time went on by a different breed. During the 1950's and 1960's a new truly modern day outlaw came into the pubic's eye. These were the men and their women who rode motorcycles. They were the new rebels, those who didn't conform to how society lived. They lived life by their own rules and followed their own codes. Some of these people become hardcore bikers and formed groups which were called clubs. These hardcore bikers become the stuff of legends. Motorcycle clubs like The Hell's Angels, The Mongols, The Pagans, The Outlaws and The Bandidos become feared by many. Unlike the days gone by, it was almost always easy to spot these outlaws of today's world. Their colors are always proudly on display on their back. Their arms bodies always filled with tattoos and their motorcycle of choice was always a Harley Davidson. The baddest of the bad in these biker gangs wore a patch which reads 1er. People these days think of the rich when this is spoken. But in truth, this symbol belongs to the bikers who earned it. The men who wore this patch killed for their clubs. It was late in the evening when a group of motorcycles pulled into a convenience store just outside of Colorado Springs, Colorado. This biker gang was known as Satan's Sinners, or just simply The Sinners. 6 of the Sinners were on there way back home to Dallas, Texas where they lived. They had been paying a visit to a new chapter of their group in Rapid City South Dakota. When they stopped for gas and to get some food. Leading this group was The Sinners Dallas Chapter President Carlos Turk Mandaze 45. Along with Turk was Tim Dice Ford 30, Charles Chucky D Dunlap 27, Paul Meat Martin 36, Billy Digger Ford 22 and Tom Tiny Smith 29. The gang was topping off the tanks of their bikes and grabbing some grub since this was to be their last stop before the long ride back to Dallas. Chucky D, Digger and Tiny were waiting for the others to return with some food. They had each taken a much need restroom break and were now looking forward to eating before getting back on the road. None of their ol' ladies made the trip, this was another reason why they all wanted too get home. It had been some time since these guys had any sex and they were a horny bunch of bikers right now.
Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Carla Brooke sighed as she waited for her tow truck. She had been scouting colleges when her old piece of shit had died. She was dressed in a bright pink frilly halter top. Her shorts showed off her long legs. It was fucking hot out in the Colorado sun. Her blonde hair was pulled up and off her neck. Carla wondered if things couldn't get worse. Hearing the thunderous growl, she rolled up her eyes to heaven. At this rate, the heavens would open up and it would start raining piss. She had been waiting outside of the store with a cold bottle of coke and a cigarette pack. Grabbing her purse close to her, she got into her piece of shit and tried to start it, but her car was not having it. Rolling down her window, she pulled on her sunglasses and leaned back putting a cigarette between her lips. She hoped this gang wasn't looking for trouble. She lit her cigarette and breathed out looking along the road waiting for that damned tow truck. God how she hated Colorado. Nothing good ever happened in Colorado. In fact, in Carla's opinion, if you looked at the history of Colorado, you would be hard pressed to find any good there that was done. Legend the colleges were shit. Carla continued to smoke trying to watch the bikers without making it obvious she was watching them.
Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Carla watched them, watched them motion to her car and get off. Please don't come closer, please don't come closer. Please. Oh Fuck! Carla saw them coming. Saw them approaching. They looked like hyenas she once saw on the Discovery Channel. Circling prey that someone else had made. If they had their way, she knew she would be eaten alive. She turned the key in the ignition and pounded the wheel begging any diety she ever heard of to help her. She snarled and grabbed the wheel and shook it and snarled throwing herself back and then took a deep inhale of her cigarette and let it out slowly. She looked up seeing the man lean in and look in. A good time for me would be you just leaving me alone. She said shifting. She considered that a fair warning. If they continued to push her or the worst should happen, she knew from reading and books the many things one could do with some keys and a cigarette to fuck up a man. So that was me asking you nicely. I don't want trouble or a good time, I want to be left alone. She said and took another deep inhale of her cigarette and let it out. Her insides were quivering seeing more come out. Fuck, she couldn't fight tehm all off. If she brought down one, they would be like killer bees. She knew enough about bikers from urban legends. Flying Killer Bee Hyenas. She looked up at the man leaning in looking him dead in teh eye.
Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

The guys just laughed at the tough talking chick. They were hard men who lived a hard life. There was nothing Carla could do to then that hadn't been done before. Many of these guys had been shot, or stabbed countless times. Beaten with tire irons, chains baseball bats. Carla's keys cigarettes would only make things worse for her. These guys could and would inflect great pain on her. Turk told the others to wait and keep watching for trouble. He started over towards the parked car. Digger, standing on the other side of the car. Slowly pulled a 9mm from the back of his pants. He was ready in case this chick had a gun. Digger was in position to blow a hole in her head. But from where he stood, Digger could see this chick was hot. And he hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid. Turk reached the back of the car. He placed both hands on the trunk and leaned over looking in through the rear window. Turk had dark, evil eyes which looked as if he was seeing into your soul. From where Tiny stood, he was getting a nice shot of Carla's body. She was a damn fine looking woman. One that could earn a lot of money. Look baby.......It's obvious that you're having car troubles......And it's not safe for a hot looking babe like you to be out here alone......Why don't you come have a few drinks with us and we'll see your car is taken care of. Tiny spoke softly trying to convince Carla into coming with them. Yeah baby......You'll love partying with us. Chucky added while he took in a good view of Carla. Trouble was looming not far away. A rival biker gang known as The Demons had eyes watching the scene playing out. Two guys hidden behind a dumpster watched as The Sinners spoke with whoever was inside the car. They couldn't see it was a woman, but it didn't matter. The Sinners were marked men and anyone seen with them was also marked. The Demons controlled this area and to them having the sinners here was an act of war. It didn't matter why the sinners were here. Just having them here was a bad sign which could tell others that the local club was weak. This invited invasion into their turf by other gangs. The two bikers looking on quickly called for backup. They would attack the sinners, but the numbers weren't on their side.
Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

She felt trouble building as the seconds pass by. She swallowed knowing that things would get bad really quickly. Their laugh hinted at that. She was in deep shit. She looked up into one of her mirrors and saw the man known as Digger pull a gun from his pants. She breathed in another puff of smoke and let it out. If she had to die today, she wanted to have a good lung full of nicotine. She shivered feeling suddenly cold. She looked up at the man that was leaning against her trunk and then was sure there was a devil and there was one in the man. She swallowed and shivered. Who says I am alone? My boyfriend is inside and he should be out soon. She looked the other dead in they eye. While Carla didn't have a boyfriend, she lied about one often enough to have a friend from home in her wallet. She shook her head. No, I don't want a drink or to party, I just want to wait for the tow truck. Thank you though. Seeing the gun had vastly improved Carla's attitude. She bit her lip and was not aware that there was a rival gang watching her. Besides, I am sure that if I let my car cool off a bit, it will start. She said and looked at them praying they would just get bored and leave her. She looked around and suddenly felt very claustrophobic.
Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Carla speaking of a boyfriend didn't bother these guys. Tiny just looked back at Turk and asked if anyone else was inside the store. Turk said no one expect for a female cashier. Each of these guys had been in the restroom. They knew no one was in there. Now they knew Carla was lying to them and that wasn't cool. While these guys lied often, lying to them was a mistake. Chucky began tapping his finger on the top of the car's roof. It seems that we have someone who is just anti social. Chucky said while Tiny just nodded his head. Yep!.......Seems like some people around here just can't be nice when offered a drink.......And we were going to get her car going for her.......Some people just like things done the hard way. Tiny spoke as if Carla wasn't there. Just then, Tiny pulled the car door open. Chucky reached in grabbing Carla by the hair. Get out here bitch! Chucky snarled while pulling Carla from the car. Turk came from behind the car joining his men. Soon Digger moved around the car. They formed a circle around Carla. Back at the gas pumps, the rest of the gang was cheering whistling. Turk pulled a knife from his boot. Bitch!.......You don't know who you're fucking with......When we offer free drinks and to fix your piece of shit........You should be pleased! Turk's voice was powerful as he spoke. His black eyes seemed to flash over with fire as the knife was pointed at her. Turk didn't become the leader of this group because he was a nice guy. He was mean nasty to those who showed disrespect. And turning down an offer to party with the sinners was damn disrespectful. Others had been where Carla was now. A few ended up gutted after being used. Some were let go after a day or two of drinking and sex. The best ones were kept and after training became ol' ladies in the group. It would be a damn shame if Digger was ordered to blow her head off. It wasn't beyond the sinners to just kill right here. Hey baby?.......Why can't tight assed bitches like you play nice? Digger who was the smallest of the men finally spoke out.
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She looked up and knew she was in deep deep shit and she kept on digging a hole deeper. The tapping on top of the car was getting on her nerves and made her insides go ice cold. They were going to kill her, she was sure of it. She was almost as sure as it, as she was of them NOT fixing her car. They wouldn't do that. Fuck this. She started the car and tried to start but the car just made a Wur..wur...wuurrr....clunk noise and she gripped the wheel with her free hand and screamed as her hair was grabbed and she gripped teh wheel and tried to grab and snatch at her keys but he was too strong and her eyes were tearing with pain as she was pulled and gasped dropping her cigarette and gripped his wrists crying out. Tears rolled down her face and knew she was going to die but her nails dug into the flesh of Chucky's wrist. She screamed loudly. She swallowed seeing the knife. Great a knife and a gun. She was going to be the fucking star on the evening news today. Poor little blond girl, just asking for it. Found stuffed into a dumpster raped and disfigured. If you have any info please call. Yea fucking right. She looked up at the cashier through the window in the store. But she was just busy reading People. Fucking People magazine. Damn that bitch. She looked up at Turk and growled clenching her teeth against fear and pain and tears rolled down her face. Be real, my boyfriend is about as existant as your offer to help. She said and looked at him. She was skating on thin ice, but she would never forgive herself if she just died being sobby and crying for mercy. Carla looked up at him and frowned. I don't know, why do leather clad assholes like you have to be suck dicks. SHe snarled gripping the wrist that held her and tears rolled still from pain and watched him. There was a deep fire in her eyes. One that was usually seen in the biker chicks. Not one to roll over and let the world roll over her. A philly to be broken.
Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Chucky's wrist was hurting from Carla's nails, but the pain was nothing. He had suffered far greater pain during his life and nothing Carla could do would change that. Chucky did let go of her hair just after Carla made her comment about them being dicks. Turk answered her question with a hard back hand slap acrossed Carla's jaw. His knuckles impacted onto her jaw with great force. Disrespect wasn't something these guys took from anyone. Suddenly Dice appeared just behind Turk. He whispered something into Turk's ear. This made Turk turn just slightly. Turk whispered something back then he told Tiny to grab the bitch. Tiny reached down picking Carla up like she was nothing. He held her under his arm and carried her over to where the bikes were parked. Dice had spotted the other bikers watching them. It was a good bet that more of their group was on their way. It was also a good bet that the sinners would be greatly out numbered if they hung around. While these guys didn't back down from a fight. Staying and fighting against the odds was just insane and these guys weren't stupid. They had a lot more to lose then to gain by fighting right now. Tiny dropped Carla down the back of a bike which was already started. This bike belonged to Meat who just grinned when looking back at her. He warned her to hang on just before Meat peeled out. The tires of the bike screamed out as if in pain after reaching the road. With in seconds, all of the bikes and their riders where heading down the road. Meat was flying. His gauge was reading 75 miles per hour. The other guys formed a circle around Meat his rider as they drove on. Not long after they left the store, it started to rain, but they guys continued on. It grew dark and the rain grew harder. The bikes had long since left the road and were riding in the forest. Just before 10 pm and some 100 plus miles away from the store, the guys stopped at a cabin in the mountains. Carla was pulled from the bike and pushed to towards the cabin. The cabin itself was large, but dark inside. The place had some chairs, a couch and a bunch of mattress laid out in the middle of the floor. It was cold inside like a refrigerator. Turk told Dice to get a fire started in the fireplace. Everyone was soaked from head to toe. The guys began to strip off their clothing. Turk saw Carla and said she should do the same. He also said it would be foolish for her to run. She had no idea where the hell she was, or how to get to the nearest town which was pretty far off. As the guys stripped off their clothes they began passing around a bottle of whiskey. Soon a few joints were rolled by those who git naked fast. These like the booze started making their way around. It wasn't long before one of each was handed to Carla.
Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Carla gasped as she felt the slap. Pain made her see stars and she instantly tasted blood from where her lip had been cut. She was not sure by what the knuckles or her teeth or a combo of the two. She looked down and tried to spit the blood out to get her mouth clear. But there was nothing but that metal blood taste. She groaned aware that the pain in her head where her hair had been pulled stopped. Leaning back, she groaned and panted shutting her eyes. She did not see the exchange or the mood change. She gasped feeling like she was lifted and she grunted looking up and struggled. Please let me go, please. She whispered and looked at him trying to appeal to these men. Or the one that was carrying her like she was a ragdoll. She grunted feeling herself sat down on a vibrating seat and looked up at the leering man. She yelped and grabbed onto his vest and continued to clutch him. She held on tight and pressed her face against his back shutting her eyes praying this was just a horrible horrible dream. She shivered hard as the rain began to pour. She was freezing. She was even sure her knuckles were frozen in place gripped around the bikers vet. Her arms and hands were paling more and more that by the time they stopped she was almost blue. Her body was shivering from the cold. In fact, they had to pry her fingers back because her grip on Meat was that of a death grip. She was shivering so hard she had trouble walking to the cabin. Yep, she definitely hated Colorado. She panted and shivered as she was lead in and sat close to the fire as it was being built. SHe gripped her arms and crouched down shivering hard and shut her eyes. Biting her lip, she was too cold to feel anything. Too cold to feel sadness, anger, fear, anything. The cold was so deep in her, she was positive she would never be warm again. Her teeth were chattering as she curled up tighter looking down not at Turk. She was too cold to run, she just wanted to be warm. Gripping herself, she passed off the alcohol and weed knowing they would not warm her up. She shut her eyes continuing to shiver in the cold clothes. Eyes downcast, she did a good job not looking at the naked men.
Thread: Property of the Sinners ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

The whiskey weed wasn't offered to warm Carla up, but make her forget the cold. These guys knew that she would warm up in time now that the fire was going. Turk was tired of this chick's disrespect and bad attitude. They saved her life back there, even if she didn't know it. The Demons would have killed her for just being seen with them. Like could have left her there to die. Turk however felt this girl had some spunk. He liked spunk, but she needed to learn how and when to use it. That was Cherry's job to teach this chick her place. Cherry was Turk's ol' lady and ran the girls for the group. She was the club's mother and every member thought of her that way. This club was like a very close family who shared everything. Even the ol' ladies were shared among the membership. This is why the women all wore the property of the sinners patch on their backs. Each of the women had their man, but they belonged to group first. This meant if a woman's man was killed, she could stay in the group. She would be auctioned off to the highest bidder of those who didn't have an ol' lady. While the women wore the property patch, they did have more freedom in this gang then other gangs gave their ol' ladies. The Sinners ol' ladies could ride bikes as along as that bike was owned by their man. The women also worked in different business owned by the sinners. One could find herself working at the adult bookstore on Monday. Working at the bar strip club on Tuesday. Then working at the repair shop, or parts store the rest of the week. It all depend on Cherry who was making the most money. If a girl was pulling in a lot of money at the bar. She would find herself there more often then any place else. Turk moved over to where Carla was by the fire. He knelt down beside her. Turk placed his hands onto Carla's upper arms and started rubbing them. After saving her life, he couldn't let the girl sit there. Turk rubbed Carla's arms to get the blood flowing again. He then moved his hands down and started to remove her halter top. Turk told her it was best to get out if the wet clothing. He said it wasn't wise to stay here like that. Turk added that she shouldn't be ashamed since everyone else was naked. His own naked body was just inches from touching her. Every time Turk moved, his cock brushed up against Carla's arm. Dice moved in on Carla's left side. He reached down to undo her shorts. Dice's fingers popped the snap open quickly. Next the zipper was pulled down.
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She was beginning to doze. She started to warm up. She was hoping if this wasn't a dream, that she was dying. She curled up and laid on ehr side not moving much out of her position. She was wearing crappy little flip flops. Her toenails painted the same soft pink of her fingernails. She was breathing softly when she felt movement near her and opened an exhausted eye. A blue eye looked at Turk as he knelt beside her. She leaned up and gripped her arms around her legs pulling them as close to her body as humanly possible. She shut her eyes and turned away. Turks warm calloused hands against her arms. She tried to pull away, but soon the warm touch felt better. She gripped her shirt close and looked at him panic in her eyes. If you are going to kill me, I would rather you do it now. She said looking into his eyes being quiet. But he didn't answer her, he just said that it was best to remove her clothing. She bit her lip and turned away feeling his cock rubbing against her arm. She shifted. Elena gasped as she felt Dice move in and move her pants and began to struggle and whimper. Please, stop. SHe said. Her panties and bra matched and were a pale red with lace. She was not sure how, but soon she was naked in front of the room full of naked men. She gripped her arms around herself and shut her eyes and looked down and shut her eyes. She shivered and trembled tears brimming her eyes. She shivered harder it felt like she was more cold than before.
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Turk told Carla that if they were going to kill her, they would have done it by now. He laid down with her and so did Dice. They moved their bodies against hers. Soon the warmth they had was being shared with Carla. Turk explained how they were being watched by a rival biker gang back at that store. He told Carla if she had stayed, those other bikers would have killed her right there. While talking to Carla, the guys continued to rub their hands over her skin. Dice's hands snaked around Carla's body. His hands pushed their way up under her arms. Dice found that her nipples were already nice hard. He started playing with them. Dice's hard and very warm cock pressed against Carla's ass checks. He whispered for Carla to open her legs while Turk began kissing her. The two were working as a team to slowly breakdown Carla's already weaken will. The rain cold had taken most of the fight out of this one. The other guys sat around, smoking drinking while they looked on. They would get their chance to be with Carla. For now, they would just watch the show and see who she preformed. There was no rush since the rain was still coming down hard outside. The guys wouldn't leave until morning away. They had bought this cabin years ago to use for such weather. It also served as the first stop in some of the ol' ladies lives with the gang. A few of the women had been where Carla was now. Turk Dice continued touching rubbing Carla's body while whispering that it was okay for her to give in. The pleasure she would get would warm her up quicker. Turk was able to get his hand between Carla's legs. His fingers quickly went to work on the tender folds of soft skin. Turk kept kissing Carla's lips while Dice was kissing along her neck shoulder. Their bodies stayed close giving Carla the warmth she wanted. Turk was handed a joint by one of the guys. He took a long drag before pressing his lips against Carla's and sharing the smoke with her.