Thread: Springbreakers & Gangbangers {darkest_fate&Google}

For Solomon Kane the apperence of the three young women in his club was something of a surprise, while he didn't technically own the place his gang always packed it full, the staff were mostly members and those who weren't a part of the gang went along with just about anything in order to avoid trouble. This was a place where drugs were dealt, crimes were planned in the back room, and there had even been a death or two down in the basement where someone from a rival gang had found themselves in more trouble then they would have thought. This was not the place that young white or hispanic girls tended to go into, it had a bit of a reputation as a dangerous place, a well earned reputation that even caused the local police to avoid it. The moment they had entered every single eye in the place had been on them, free drinks were poured for them, the entire club almost seeming to their collective breaths while they waited for the inevitable to happen. Solomon watched along with the rest, in the back of the club there was something of a raised VIP area and he was lounging there, a very large couch supporting his weight and a few young women lounging with him, tattoos on their body proclaiming that they were owned by the gang and in particular the man who led them. No one who knew what the black spade just above the hips of the women, a large red S in the center, would dare touch these girls... so long as they held his interest there would be repercussions. Of course the two young women with him at that moment had begun to bore him and would soon be cast aside which meant that it was an amazing coincidence that such fresh playthings had walked right in his door. With a wave of his arm he called over one of his lieutenants. Have the girls brought to me, tell the boys to have some fun when they bring them over but keep in mind that I want them. As his lieutenant looked down at the at his side, both of them clearly looking a little nervous. They had been broken by the large man who owned them and while they feared him they had been made to adore him, not wanting to be cast away. These two are now open property for the gang, take the collars off them and share them out... they will make good banger bunnies. Crude term for the women who were banged by the gang, looking for it or just pulled into it and learning to love it. From this point on they would be used and abused by the gang at large unless a particularly important or influential member claimed one or both for himself. The girls were soon dragged away, the leather collars they were broken off without any ceremony or delicacy. Meanwhile the new targets of his interest were attracting more attention as they danced on the floor, one of the blonds kissing the Hispanic one that was clearly just a move to get some attention. That did get them the attention they desired as word spread among the gang that the boss wanted the girls and they could have a little bit of fun while they obeyed that order. Almost as one they began to close in, moving from the walls and the edges of the dance floor to draw in on the girls. The first to get close to them was partially swatted away, a clumsy little swing that didn't come close but made him jump back to the amusement of the others around him as they continued to close in. The first one that was grabbed was Candy, a taller black man moving in behind her, wrapping his arms around her, one holding her arms to the side and the other reaching to grope her breasts, his hand large enough to easily envelop her perky breast while he lifted her from the ground. There was no effort made to cover her mouth, not caring if she screamed and the others heard. Hold still... the man grumbled as she struggled, carrying her towards the VIP area awkwardly, the men of the gang crowding around him as he did so, reaching out to grab and squeeze her smooth flesh. The other two were snatched up moments later, two men grabbing Faith, one holding her arms and the other lifting her by the legs, pulling her crotch too him, grinding against her as she was lifted and carried. At nearly the exact same moment Brit was also snatched up, an arm around her to hold her arms down but the mans other hand was grabbing down between her legs, rubbing against her through her shorts, pressing against her, molesting the girl through the scant fabric as she too was dragged to the leader of the gang who desired them. The girls were brought up as the previous holders of Solomon's attention were pulled away, one of them screaming a little bit, their clothing pulled at and torn as they were pulled deeper into crowds. But the trio was pushed up into the raised area, a few people crowding around them but few actually stepping up and approaching the boss as the girls were held in place before him, the molestations continuing all the while. You girls look a little out of place here. Solomon rumbled as he slowly rose to his feet, wearing only a very large white t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts that did little to hide the girthy length of his cock, bulging slightly towards the bottom of the right leg. I trust that the three of you were enjoying the drinks, you looked like you were having fun. He chuckled a little bit, thinking of the kiss that had been quite an enticing image. Stepping towards them he smiled a little bit, his face twisting a little bit in the perverse expression while he eyes the girls, more and more flesh being shown as the molestation continued. Don't get many young girls like you around here but we were happy to have you... the drinks weren't quite free though and you three have racked up a bit of a debt, any ideas on how you might pay me for the hospitality? His meaning obvious as he leered at them.