Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31

"Here doggie doggie!"

As the bikers closed in Mark threw his hands up over his head crossing them at the wrists. Lifting his head my brother let out an ear splitting howl that raised the hair on the back of my neck. The bikers froze in their tracks as Mark continued to emit that ungodly noise. While howling he began to bring his arms down slowly every muscle in his arms shoulders and back standing out. At the end of the howl Mark's hands blurred in an intricate series of punches then stopping, he put his arms out; hands open as if waiting to embrace a lover.

"Oh my god." Rick said in my ear.

"Get that crazy fuck!!" Hawk yelled.

With a loud yell two of the bikers charged forwards.

"Megan go!!" Mark screamed out in Latin.

Running forward, he threw himself to the floor, and rolling, caused the two men to trip over him. Mark came up and whipping himself around caught one of the guys in the face with a kick. Mark was immediately grabbed from behind by one of them and before he could react another stepped in and hit him in the stomach then the face.

"Oh God no!" I started trying to pull away from Rick, but he was holding me tightly telling me to stop fighting him, that Mark wanted us to go.

Mark drew his legs up and kicked the biker in front of him in the chest with both feet. The impact caused the man holding him to stagger, and lowering his head Mark snapped it up slamming the back of his head into his jaw. He staggered back letting Mark go as he did. Mark threw himself to the side to avoid a huge round house thrown by another biker. The blow struck the other man in chest knocking him over. Mark kicked out taking the guys legs from under him, and jumping to his feet, threw another spin kick. This time the guy coming up on him ducked underneath the kick and throwing himself forward caught Mark around the waist.

Mark slammed his elbow down into his back but with a loud cry the man lifted Mark off his feet and taking several steps threw him and Mark forward. My brother cried out as his back was slammed into the rail of one of the pool tables. Mark sank to the floor his blood soaked face twisted into a grimace of pain. The guy was still holding on, and as I watched Mark put his hands on the side of his face, and reaching behind his ears, drove his thumbs into the pressure point that he had taught me was back there.

The biker, screamed and letting Mark go tried to get up and back away. From the floor Mark kicked straight up catching him in the jaw. There was a loud crack and the biker screamed clutching his face before hitting the floor. Another one was coming from the side. Pivoting on his knee, Mark kicked straight out catching the biker in mid step. The man let out a shriek of pain as his knee snapped backwards. He fell to the floor grabbing at his knee and screaming.

"Holy shit he might do it." Rick said.

"Help him!" I yelled at him.

"Shhh!" Rick said and pulled me back further. "Megan we need to go, please I can't stay here they'll kill me for this."

Mark had come to his feet just in time to block a punch thrown by another one. The man's second punch caught him in the side of the head and I realized that Mark was slowing down. Mark ducked and then stood straight up driving the top of his head into the man's jaw and staggering him. Mark flowed forward throwing several lightning quick punches into the huge bikers face, before stepping in and throwing a left forearm into his head and knocking him down. As Mark looked around wildly Hawk yelled something and four of them swarmed him coming from all sides.

Mark howled defiantly and leaping into the air whipped his leg around backing a couple of them off. As Mark landed they converged on him. The bikers were all big, powerful men who were not only experienced fighters but most of them were also flying high on coke. My brother, was relying on twelve years of martial arts training, fueled by the desperate need to protect his sister, and backed by a lifetime of rage. The Devil's own were animals. My brother was a force of nature.

Somehow, trapped in a circle by four men who were all swinging and grabbing at him my brother was not only still on his feet but the bikers were unable to get their hands on him. As I watched, Mark ducked, spun, jumped, and weaved side to side, never staying still, his arms and legs always swinging and kicking. He was catching the biker's with short quick punches and kicks knocking them back. Every time he would try to move forward however, another one would attack. Hawk, who was staying clear of the fight screamed;

"Get him on the fucking ground!!"

One of the bikers, a huge blond man who made Rick look small, dropped to his knees, crawled forward, and grabbed Mark around the knees. With a loud yell and an amazing display of strength the man threw himself to his feet lifting Mark with him. As the other bikers closed in Mark spread his arms and swinging them inward, his hands open, slammed his palms into the sides of the biker's head boxing his ears. The man let out a howl of agony and dropped Mark. The second Mark landed on his feet one of the other bikers slammed into him. The guy wasn't even swinging they were just trying to get him onto the floor. Mark staggered backwards but ended up banging into the pool table behind him.

Without hesitation, Mark rolled backwards onto the pool table and coming up to his feet kicked the guy in the face. There were three of the Devil's down for good at this point but as Mark stood on the table the rest of them all rushed towards him coming from different sides. Crouching Mark picked up the cue ball and without hesitation reared back and threw it at the huge blond biker who had staggered to his feet and was coming straight for the table. Mark had been an all state ball player in high school, and the cue struck him in the mouth. The biker cried out and fell to his knees blood pouring from his ruined mouth. On the table, Mark had jumped to his feet with a pool cue in his hand, which he whipped around to strike one of the others in the face.

The bikers backed off, as standing in the middle of the table, Mark began to whirl the pool stick around as if it were staff. The stick blurred through the air and Mark himself was turning rapidly back and forth trying to watch all sides of the table. Someone went to grab his leg and cried out as the tip of the stick caught him in the face. As he staggered, Mark dropped to his knee and kicked out hitting him in the head. Mark jumped back to his feet and looking to his right I saw his eyes widen. Stepping to the edge of the table, he jumped the four feet across to the next one. The bikers followed, and to my horror I saw the front door open and two more come in. After looking around, they immediately headed for Mark, who had now jumped to the third table.

'Megan!" Rick hissed in my ear. "Let's go he's going to make it look!"

Rick pointed past my face and I saw what he meant. There was one more pool table then the entrance was maybe only twenty feet away. Mark could jump off and make it out ahead of the slower bikers. Even if there was one or two out there he would be catching them off guard. I had no idea where Mark's car was but I knew Rick's would be right near the door we were going to head for. Rick tugged me back and I let him. We took a couple of more steps, and Rick let me go. I started walking backwards, and at this point had no worries about Rick and I, all the action was around my brother.

Mark was still on the next to last table spinning in circles, twirling the cue stick, and throwing kicks, desperately trying to keep the bikers from grabbing him. As he spun I noticed he was making his way towards the edge of the table. One of the bikers pulled himself up onto the other end of the table, and Mark stepped forward and swung down with the stick. The cue shattered over his head and after throwing the remaining piece of the stick at another biker Mark took a step backwards towards the other table. Rick pulled at my wrist and I started backing up faster. Taking a quick look behind me, I saw Bobby and the door only about a dozen feet away, we were going to make it. I was getting ready to turn around, when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone run into the room. I turned back and screamed.

Keith, his entire face and shirt covered with blood, had come in, and seeing Mark on the table began running towards him at full speed. Mark had his back to that direction and I screamed his name. Mark had just reached the edge and was beginning to turn when one of the guys grabbed his ankle. Maintaining his balance, Mark raised his other leg and stomped his foot onto the guys head. I called his name again and started heading back towards the room. Rick grabbed me and yelled for me to go then looking up said;

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

Keith, still at a full run, jumped up onto the pool table next to Mark and taking two long steps let out an animal like howl of rage as he threw himself off the table. Mark turned just in time for Keith to slam into him. Keith's arms wrapped around Mark's waist and his momentum took him off of his feet. The two of them sailed off the table and several feet through the air before landing on a table that exploded beneath them.

They had landed on their sides and Keith was already hammering away at my brother. Mark caught Keith's hand and with a triumphant shriek twisted it savagely. Keith screamed in agony as his hand bent backwards and his wrist snapped. Mark swung over on top of Keith and started hitting him repeatedly in the face.

"Oh no oh no!!" I cried out as I saw the bikers all running towards him.

Mark wasn't looking; he was lost in trying to kill Keith. Mark now had Keith by the hair and was slamming his head into the floor. Keith's body was limp and Mark was screaming in his face. One of the biker's dropped down and got Mark in a headlock Mark tried to push up but as he did one of the guys had come around and kicked him in the face. Mark's head slammed back into the other guys face from the impact of the kick and they both fell backwards.

"Megan please!" Rick yelled at me. "We can't help him!"

Mark had somehow rolled over and got to his feet. As soon as he did he staggered to the side one of the bikers lunged forward and hit him hard in the right side of his face Mark spun and was hit by another one. The guy stepped forward and Mark somehow managed to swing and hit him in the neck. Mark turned and seeing me. Shook his head and screamed;

"Go!!"

Mark was grabbed from behind but this time the huge biker grabbing him had pinned his arms to his side.

"That's it hold him!" Hawk, called, out as he stepped up and punched Mark in the face.

"You like that you bitch?" he yelled and punched Mark again.

'Fuck you!!" Mark screamed through the blood in his mouth. "Fucking coward!!"

Hawk swung and hit Mark again and again. Mark's legs went out from under him and the guy started to let go. With another of those frightening howls Mark surged back to his feet and caught Hawk in the face with a wicked left hook that sent him flying. Mark spun and kicked the guy behind him then turned to see two of the bikers coming at him. He started to go the other way but there were two more. They hesitated trying to see which direction he was going in and my heart froze as I saw Mark starting to sway on his feet.

"Jump him he's fucking through!!" Hawk yelled as he got up from the floor.

All of the bikers through themselves forward. Mark looked up, and letting out a scream of rage started swinging wildly. One of the guys went down but the one next to him jumped forward catching Mark with his body. Mark twisted and threw the guy off of him but he turned right into the biggest of the bikers who, grabbing him whipped him around like a rag doll, and slammed him into the floor. Mark landed hard and the guy immediately dropped down and started swinging at him. The other two came forward and started kicking, hitting Mark in the side and legs. As I screamed in horror I saw Mark curl into a ball and cover his head as they swarmed around him kicking and punching.

"Megan!!" Rick called. I turned numbly to see Rick and Bobby by the door.

"Rick please!!" I called out. "They're going to kill him!!"

Rick looked at Bobby, then me, and shaking his head sadly turned, and ran out the door. I stared after them. I could make it. Call the cops try to get help. No, it was too late. I turned to see that the other guys had stopped kicking, but they had Mark flat on his back his arms pinned. Hawk yelled something and kicked Mark in the ribs. Mark's body jerked but he didn't make a sound. I took a deep breath as I felt something burning in my chest. It wasn't fear it was...rage. They were hurting my brother who had tried to stop them from hurting me.

Without knowing I was going to do I ran across the room, and grabbing a beer bottle off the bar as I passed it, came up behind one of the bikers and swung it with all my strength. The bottle shattered against his head and he staggered to the side.

'No one hurts my brother!!" I shrieked at him and swinging the remaining piece of the bottle slashed it across his face.

The guy screamed as blood flowed from his face and went down to his knees. As my brother had taught me I stepped up and swung my knee into the side of his head putting him down.

"What the fuck?"

Another of the bikers turned towards me and I hit him in the face, his head rocked back, and grabbing his cheek, I raked my long nails down his face. He cried out and as he staggered I drove the long heel of my boot into his foot and pushed hard. He banged into one of the other guys and losing his balance fell into Hawk. One of the other's tried to grab my arm but I pulled away. I heard a high pitched screaming in my ears and realized it was my own voice. As Hawk pushed the guy away I stepped up and kicked him. I was aiming for his face but instead caught his arm. Hawk fell backwards clutching his shoulder where the heel of the boot had no doubt stabbed into his flesh.

I saw Mark start to move on the floor and tried to stand over him to protect him. I screamed in pain as my hair was pulled savagely from behind. I screamed again as I was yanked backwards and spun around.

"Crazy fucking bitch!"

As soon as I came around the biker that had pulled my hair backhanded me across the face knocking me to the floor. I lay their gasping my face and scalp burning. I kicked and caught him in the side, but he grabbed my hair and hauled me to my feet by it. He reared back and slapped me again in my mouth. A flash went off behind my eyes and I tasted blood. I would have fallen, but I was grabbed from behind around my neck and pulled back into someone. Reaching down they caught my right wrist and I cried out as he bent it up behind my back.

"Go ahead, make me break your arm cunt." A voice breathed in my ear.

"Christ she's as nuts as he is."

"Fucking skank." Hawk yelled and hit me in the stomach.

I doubled over moaning and gasping for breath. As I lifted my head I saw two of the bikers pulling Mark up to his feet. Mark's eyes were both just about swollen shut and there was not a part of his face that was not covered in blood. Hawk turned away from me, and looking at Mark, slapped him in the face.

"You awake pretty boy?"

Mark's eyes opened slightly, and grabbing his hair, Hawk turned his head so he could see me.

"Showtime pretty boy."

Turning he told the guy holding me.

"I never did get my piece, so get this bitch up on that table!"

"Noo!!" I screamed and started trying to pull away. A searing pain went through my shoulder and Hawk laughed.

"Oh you don't know what pain yet is you cunt!"

"Leave her alone!!" Mark screamed and somehow, managing to wrench his left arm free slammed his elbow into the guy holding him.

Mark turned sideways and struck the other guy in the neck. Hawk stepped forward and dealt Mark a back hand slap and before Mark could catch his balance one of the other bikers, who had grabbed a bottle from the bar, smashed it into the side of Mark's head. Mark went down and Hawk kicked him in the ribs.

"Get that piece of shit up and hold him this time!"

I screamed again as I felt myself being dragged to the table. Letting my arm go the guy spun me around and grabbing me around the waist, picked me up, and started to put me on the table. I kicked and flailed, but he grabbed my neck and shoved me down.

"No!" Hawk yelled. "Over the table. I want that bitch bent over!" he laughed. "That way pretty boy over here can see the look on her face when I shove it in her ass!"

I let out a long wail of panic, and started fighting like a wild cat. Getting tired of trying to catch my hands the guy gave me another backhanded slap causing my head to hit the table hard. The room was spinning and I made no effort to fight as, grabbing my hips, The guy rolled me over. I felt his hands on my ankles as he pulled my legs down until my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the table.

"Now get him over there." Hawk yelled pointing.

The two bikers dragged Mark over to the other side of the table and bending him over pressed his face into the table not two feet from mine.

"Mark!" I gasped out.

Mark's eyes opened slightly but didn't appear to see me.

Hawk walked past the table until he was behind me. I felt my skirt being lifted and tried to stand up. I yelped as I was hit in the back of the head, and I felt two pairs of hands pinning me down to the table.

"Oh yeah baby," Hawk whispered. "You are going to love this."

I moaned as I he yanked my thong down.

"Nooo!" Mark gasped his eyes opening. "Please!"

"Are you begging pretty boy?" Hawk asked behind me.

"Please don't hurt my sister." Mark whispered through his swollen lips. "Let her go, do whatever to me."

"Oh we'll get to you pretty boy but I want you to see this."

I felt Hawks hands on my hips and closed my eyes telling myself that I wouldn't scream.

"You ready skank?" I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down.

"Don't worry boys you'll all get your turns but I'm the first in this ass."

I let out a whimper as I felt Hawk's cock slap against the cheek of my ass.

"Oh yeah baby you are going to squeal nice and loud for me."

"What the fuck are you doing?!?"

I turned my head on the table to see Jack Wolf striding through the door with two other members of the Devil's own with him.

"What the fuck Hawk? Are you fucking crazy?"

"Jack," Hawk began. "This fucking skank tried to duck me, and this fucking nut bag took out half the fucking bar.

"You think I don't know that?" Wolf asked walking towards the table.

"Julie fucking called me in the middle of it. You should have fucking handled it!" Wolf shook his head.

"I pay a lot of money for the fucking cops to look the other way with the girls and drugs, but they come in here and see a fucking gang rape, were all going up!"

"Wolf I..." Hawk started stammering.

"Shut the fuck up and get this skank, and her maniac brother the fuck out of here. We got five minutes before the cops get here."

The hands were removed from me and I felt my skirt being pulled back down. I was grabbed by my shoulders and pulled to my feet by one of the bikers. On the other side of the table the two guys who were holding my brother stood him up between them. Hawk came around and started to say something and I winced as Wolf hauled off and hit him in the mouth.

"Fucking idiot! You let one fucking guy and a coked out slut almost tear the whole fucking place apart. You don't think the people in the other rooms tried to call the cops? My boys stalled for almost a half hour!" Wolf looked around and snorted disgustedly.

"Now toss them out and take that disgrace" Wolf pointed at Keith who was still unconscious. "To the fucking hospital and when he wakes up tell him his pathetic ass is fired. Fucking pussy."