Bryn gasped for air and looked up at Markus n pain and fear as he choked her.  Her sobs were cut off by his deadly grasp on her throat, but her tears continued to flow.  She grabbed at his wrist, as if trying to pull it away, too weak to even make a difference.  When he slapped her she screamed in pain, tasting her own blood.  She fought for a moment to regain air, even as the pain if his blow set into her bone.  She could feel the warmth of her own blood on her cheek as she sobbed, the searing scratches on her neck.<br/><br/>Sh e had hardly had time to recover before he slapped one breast, and then the other.  She sobbed, trying to cover herself, even as Drake continued to pound her ass, but it did her no good.  As Markus grabbed her breasts her back arched, his thick fingers digging deep into her tender flesh and lands.  Her hands did their best to wrap around his wrists, but a moment later, just as Markus thrust into her, she felt her head jerked back.  She screamed in agony and fear, feeling Drake spit in her eyes as he growled at her.  His words began not to matter, her fear of them was already so great, and she sobbed as they both pounded her,<br/><br/>"Please . . please .. . . . stop . . . please . . . "  She could hardly manage to get the words out between screams but it did not matter, she already knew they whenever going to stop, and she would be lucky if she could crawl out of the bar by the time they were done with her.