Farm Gals take on Biker Girls (F+/F+) Finished
Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2023 2:49 pm
Farm girls band together to defend their small town from an evil all female biker group.
Grey Falls was a small community, a small farming village somewhere in the debts of the American Deep South. Considered by many a dying town as most people had either died and especially many young men long since moved away to start new lives elsewhere. So, it is in these days mostly populated by young women. Young Cow- and Farmgirls trying to make the best of their lives and trying to get by with hard work and honesty. Sadly, though their efforts often weren’t enough and so the town started to have more and more money troubles.
It was then that the Devil Brides arrived, an all-female biker club from Chicago. Hailing from rich families, the girls were forced to leave their home city for a while after having one too many skirmishes with the police. So, they decided to hide for a while in the middle of nowhere. At first, they were welcomed warmly by the community who hoped the newcomers would bring with them money for the community, but they soon realized that the Devil Brides were hardly desirable neighbors.
They usually just hang out in the local pub, drinking all day, and tormenting the locals. Sometimes they would drive around on their expensive motorcycles to torment the farm animals and cause all sorts of property damage. Of course, none of it without paying for it most of the time…
“Hey waitress, get me another Ale!” A blonde biker woman named Sonya demanded, pinching Joan in the butt.
The shot haired brunette bar maid squealed and tried to get away from the customer, but the biker woman had grabbed her by her arm. “Let me go.” she asked, trying her best to remain friendly. She knew the bar needed the money and so she had allowed the harassment to happen mostly unopposed for several days now. But her patience was really reaching its end.
“Aww don’t act so prude, a little slut like you surely enjoys having the attention of a real woman,” Sonya teased her, her other hand reaching over and tickling Joan’s exposed belly.
Like most of the farm girls Joan wore a tight jeans and a top tied below her breasts, leaving her belly bare. And never once in her life had been called a slut for it. In fact, compared to the biker women her outfit was pretty modest. Sonya wore leather pants so tight they might as well be painted onto her legs and so low slung that her at least half her thong clad butt was always visible. On her upper body she wore a tight leather top leaving her arms and midriffs completely bare, her leather jacket was hanging over her chair as she enjoyed herself at the bar.
Her wandering hands moved a might further down, to the button of Joan’s jeans, “why don’t you get out of this and shake your cute little butt a bit for us…” Joan could smell the alcohol in the biker woman`s breath.
That was the moment Joan decided that enough was enough. She usually was a kind woman who forgave slights against her easily, but this was going to far. Giving the drunk biker woman a strong push that send her chair falling backwards onto the ground. “Never do that again,” Joan said firmly as she stepped closer to the downed customer, placing a boot on her exposed stomach.
“You bitch!” Sonya howled. “You will pay for that!”
“No,” Zoe, Joan`s sister and co-owner of the bar said as she came forth from behind the counter. “In fact, it`s time you pay up. You have been enjoying yourself long enough here. I want to see money.” She gave the other biker women in the bar a deadly glare.
Most of the gang wasn’t currently in town, instead being on one of their usual rides causing trouble in the countryside. But still, next to the downed blonde, seven of them remained in the pup, including Sonya`s sister Susanna who now jumped to her feet. “You dumb rednecks! Do you even know who we are? Our daddy is so rich he can buy your entire village and leave you all homeless!”
Joan looked around in the bar, slowly. “You know… I don’t see him anywhere right now. So, I guess you will have to pay your taps themselves.” She looked at the other bikers. “That means all of you, pay up or get lost!”
The other bikers rose to their feet, one of them, a tough looking blonde named Helena raised a crowbar she kept with her at any time. Twisting it around she quickly closed in on Zoe. “I will rephrase that… redneck slut. Or you won’t have a bar to polish anymore.” Raising her crowbar in a threatening gesture.
Yet before she could swing it, before even Zoe could reply something a loud TWANG echoed through the bar and the blonde bad girls yelped in pain, dropping her crowbar, and clutching her ass. Above her, above the main bar, around the balcony of the second store stood Zoe the sixteen-year-old third sister, holding up her air rifle in her hands. “Don’t threaten my sisters!” She said loudly.
Using the opportunity, Zoe grabbed Helena by her top pulling her closer, then ramming her knee into the bad girls crotch, causing her to yowl in pain again. “Get them!” She yelled trying to mobilize her friends before Zoe gave her a headbutt, sending the biker to the ground.
Her comrades though followed her order though, slowly moving towards Zoe and her sister. Unlike Helena, most of them only had their fists to swing at the bar owner, who quickly moved back to get some distance between herself and her opponents.
Meanwhile Susanna drew a knife as she approached Joan, “you better let my sister go when you know what is good for you.” The red-haired biker threatened.
“You better put that down before someone get`s hurt,” Joan told the spoiled bad girl, but she did remove her boot from Sonya`s stomach, causing the blonde to gasp for air.
Trying to get back to her feet again Sonya failed to realize that her tight pants had gotten stuck on one of the chairs nails, as she now stumbled to her feet the loud RIIIPPP filled the bar as her painted on pants tore apart, leaving her in just her skimpy thong. Trying to get out of the remains of her pants she stumbled through the room, then she tripped and fell… right in the path of her sister who she instantly clung herself to for stability but that only caused both of them to fall to the ground. The knife between them.
As the two evil sisters squealed girlishly Joan was worried for a moment that either of them had gotten seriously hurt by the blade. But then she grinned as she saw that the knife had merely cut apart some of the straps of their skimpy leather tops. Grabbing Susanna, who had fallen atop her sister by her pants the bar maid tore her up, but just like her sister the redheads pant`s weren’t very sturdy and so they quickly ripped apart as well, revealing Susannas thong clad ass as she fell back on top of her sister.
Thinking on her feet Joan grabbed one of the tables of the bar, flipped it around and planted it on the fallen bad girls butt, causing both sisters to scream as they there pressed against one another, struggling to get the heavy table of themselves, the knife still between them their struggles caused it to cut away the final remnants of their tops. When it cut slightly into their breasts the two spoiled sisters realized the danger of their struggle and thus decided to remain still. Their almost naked bodies pressed against each other.
Meanwhile a two bad girls trying to get to Zoe were hit by further projectiles of Cynthia`s air gun, running through the bar squealing like little girls, their hands on their butts. Zoe herself meanwhile had moved towards one of the walls were several lassos hung, prices from past Rodeos she had one. Taking one of them she managed to perfectly catch one of the two bad girls. Her hands still on her sore butt were now tied down and pressed even further onto her poor behind.
The other tried to make a run for it but the only things that earned her were getting another projectile from the air gun on her ass before Zoe got her with a second lasso, the rope cutting deep into the bare belly of the fleeing brunette biker as it quickly tightened and made her crash onto the floor of the bar, screamingly in pain.
With both Zoe and Joan now approaching them with ropes in their hands the remaining biker women decided it was time to make a run for it. One of them, a large black-haired woman pushed the two younger ones to the ground in her attempt to reach the door first, getting another slavo from Cynthia on her ass as she made it out the door. Zoe tried to follow her, but the hurt bad girl managed to dodge her thrown lasso and make it to her motorcycle, swinging herself on top of it. Cursing in pain as she abused ass touched the leather of the seat, she still managed to kick the starter and drive off, yelling, “Someone help meeee!!!!”
Angry that she had gotten away Zoe returned into the bar where Joan meanwhile had cornered the last two bikers, two young brunette sisters, Nicole and Ashley who were both barely a day older than eighteen (though when asked if they were old enough to drink alcohol they had responded with the same threats as the other bikers).
Now both of them huddled together in a corner of the room, their hands raised in surrender and pleading with Joan.
“Please! We didn’t want to do it! We are just with them because our older sister is their leader! Please, we never wanted to hurt anyone!”
The bar owning sisters exchanged a devious smile as they approached the two pleading teenagers. “Well then,” Joan said, being willing to give them some mercy. “If you pay up your taps, and for the damages you have because we will let you go.”
“We can’t!” The twins squeaked in unison. “Our daddy cut us and our sister off from the family fortune after the trouble we`ve caused in Chicago.” Both seemed to shrink even further, hugging each other now in sisterly affection. “Please, have mercy on us. We will pay you. We will get our daddy to do it. Trust us, please!”
“Sorry Gals,” Zoe said with a smile. “We rednecks only trust in God; all others pay cash. But there will be other ways for you to pay. Your clothes and your bikes for example. Hand over your keys and get down to your undies. Now!”
Crying and trying to comfort each other the two girls obliged, handing over their keys and stripping out of their biker clothes, revealing their girlish pink panties and bra´s. Afterwards Zoe tied them front to front, so they could continue giving each other comfort, their young breasts and bare bellies touching, each girls’ hands holding her sister’s ass. Finally, Zoe ripped some cloth from their tops to gag them.
Meanwhile Joan took care of the others. Helena and the two bad girls caught with the lasso were also stripped to their underwear, their purses and motorbike keys taken and all three were tied back to back to back, their abused asses touching each other. They were gagged as well, and blindfolded too, then the sisters let the six-legged beast stumbled around the bar a bit, unable to see or scream while Cynthia now used their belly buttons as targets for her air gun.
Only then were Sonya and Susanna free from the table atop of them. Being kind girls at heart Joan and Zoe applied some salve and patches to the cut`s on their breasts before leading them into the back room. While Cynthia guarded the captives in the bar, Joan and Zoe stripped the two evil sisters of the cut remains of their clothing, then tied them into a perfect 69 so they might ‘enjoy a real woman for once’ and shoved them into an empty beer barrel and shutting the lid so the two could enjoy their closeness for a while.
Returning back to the bar the two had a laugh at the three tied bikers and the two sisters huddled together for a moment. Then Joan turned towards her sister, “this was just the beginning. One of them escaped and will now sure alert the others to what happened.”
“Good,” Zoe smiled, “that saves us having to hunt them down one by one. Cyn,” she turned towards her youngest sister who instantly gave her a salute. “You go and alert the other girls in town that it is time to deal with the invaders once and for all.”
“Yes ma’am,” Cynthia laughed and left the building.
“As for the two of us,” Zoe said, “let us use what time we have to prepare the saloon for the showdown to come.”
“The trap doors? The feathers? The nets?” Jona asked with a devious grin.
“The full program,” Zoe smiled. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Grey Falls was a small community, a small farming village somewhere in the debts of the American Deep South. Considered by many a dying town as most people had either died and especially many young men long since moved away to start new lives elsewhere. So, it is in these days mostly populated by young women. Young Cow- and Farmgirls trying to make the best of their lives and trying to get by with hard work and honesty. Sadly, though their efforts often weren’t enough and so the town started to have more and more money troubles.
It was then that the Devil Brides arrived, an all-female biker club from Chicago. Hailing from rich families, the girls were forced to leave their home city for a while after having one too many skirmishes with the police. So, they decided to hide for a while in the middle of nowhere. At first, they were welcomed warmly by the community who hoped the newcomers would bring with them money for the community, but they soon realized that the Devil Brides were hardly desirable neighbors.
They usually just hang out in the local pub, drinking all day, and tormenting the locals. Sometimes they would drive around on their expensive motorcycles to torment the farm animals and cause all sorts of property damage. Of course, none of it without paying for it most of the time…
“Hey waitress, get me another Ale!” A blonde biker woman named Sonya demanded, pinching Joan in the butt.
The shot haired brunette bar maid squealed and tried to get away from the customer, but the biker woman had grabbed her by her arm. “Let me go.” she asked, trying her best to remain friendly. She knew the bar needed the money and so she had allowed the harassment to happen mostly unopposed for several days now. But her patience was really reaching its end.
“Aww don’t act so prude, a little slut like you surely enjoys having the attention of a real woman,” Sonya teased her, her other hand reaching over and tickling Joan’s exposed belly.
Like most of the farm girls Joan wore a tight jeans and a top tied below her breasts, leaving her belly bare. And never once in her life had been called a slut for it. In fact, compared to the biker women her outfit was pretty modest. Sonya wore leather pants so tight they might as well be painted onto her legs and so low slung that her at least half her thong clad butt was always visible. On her upper body she wore a tight leather top leaving her arms and midriffs completely bare, her leather jacket was hanging over her chair as she enjoyed herself at the bar.
Her wandering hands moved a might further down, to the button of Joan’s jeans, “why don’t you get out of this and shake your cute little butt a bit for us…” Joan could smell the alcohol in the biker woman`s breath.
That was the moment Joan decided that enough was enough. She usually was a kind woman who forgave slights against her easily, but this was going to far. Giving the drunk biker woman a strong push that send her chair falling backwards onto the ground. “Never do that again,” Joan said firmly as she stepped closer to the downed customer, placing a boot on her exposed stomach.
“You bitch!” Sonya howled. “You will pay for that!”
“No,” Zoe, Joan`s sister and co-owner of the bar said as she came forth from behind the counter. “In fact, it`s time you pay up. You have been enjoying yourself long enough here. I want to see money.” She gave the other biker women in the bar a deadly glare.
Most of the gang wasn’t currently in town, instead being on one of their usual rides causing trouble in the countryside. But still, next to the downed blonde, seven of them remained in the pup, including Sonya`s sister Susanna who now jumped to her feet. “You dumb rednecks! Do you even know who we are? Our daddy is so rich he can buy your entire village and leave you all homeless!”
Joan looked around in the bar, slowly. “You know… I don’t see him anywhere right now. So, I guess you will have to pay your taps themselves.” She looked at the other bikers. “That means all of you, pay up or get lost!”
The other bikers rose to their feet, one of them, a tough looking blonde named Helena raised a crowbar she kept with her at any time. Twisting it around she quickly closed in on Zoe. “I will rephrase that… redneck slut. Or you won’t have a bar to polish anymore.” Raising her crowbar in a threatening gesture.
Yet before she could swing it, before even Zoe could reply something a loud TWANG echoed through the bar and the blonde bad girls yelped in pain, dropping her crowbar, and clutching her ass. Above her, above the main bar, around the balcony of the second store stood Zoe the sixteen-year-old third sister, holding up her air rifle in her hands. “Don’t threaten my sisters!” She said loudly.
Using the opportunity, Zoe grabbed Helena by her top pulling her closer, then ramming her knee into the bad girls crotch, causing her to yowl in pain again. “Get them!” She yelled trying to mobilize her friends before Zoe gave her a headbutt, sending the biker to the ground.
Her comrades though followed her order though, slowly moving towards Zoe and her sister. Unlike Helena, most of them only had their fists to swing at the bar owner, who quickly moved back to get some distance between herself and her opponents.
Meanwhile Susanna drew a knife as she approached Joan, “you better let my sister go when you know what is good for you.” The red-haired biker threatened.
“You better put that down before someone get`s hurt,” Joan told the spoiled bad girl, but she did remove her boot from Sonya`s stomach, causing the blonde to gasp for air.
Trying to get back to her feet again Sonya failed to realize that her tight pants had gotten stuck on one of the chairs nails, as she now stumbled to her feet the loud RIIIPPP filled the bar as her painted on pants tore apart, leaving her in just her skimpy thong. Trying to get out of the remains of her pants she stumbled through the room, then she tripped and fell… right in the path of her sister who she instantly clung herself to for stability but that only caused both of them to fall to the ground. The knife between them.
As the two evil sisters squealed girlishly Joan was worried for a moment that either of them had gotten seriously hurt by the blade. But then she grinned as she saw that the knife had merely cut apart some of the straps of their skimpy leather tops. Grabbing Susanna, who had fallen atop her sister by her pants the bar maid tore her up, but just like her sister the redheads pant`s weren’t very sturdy and so they quickly ripped apart as well, revealing Susannas thong clad ass as she fell back on top of her sister.
Thinking on her feet Joan grabbed one of the tables of the bar, flipped it around and planted it on the fallen bad girls butt, causing both sisters to scream as they there pressed against one another, struggling to get the heavy table of themselves, the knife still between them their struggles caused it to cut away the final remnants of their tops. When it cut slightly into their breasts the two spoiled sisters realized the danger of their struggle and thus decided to remain still. Their almost naked bodies pressed against each other.
Meanwhile a two bad girls trying to get to Zoe were hit by further projectiles of Cynthia`s air gun, running through the bar squealing like little girls, their hands on their butts. Zoe herself meanwhile had moved towards one of the walls were several lassos hung, prices from past Rodeos she had one. Taking one of them she managed to perfectly catch one of the two bad girls. Her hands still on her sore butt were now tied down and pressed even further onto her poor behind.
The other tried to make a run for it but the only things that earned her were getting another projectile from the air gun on her ass before Zoe got her with a second lasso, the rope cutting deep into the bare belly of the fleeing brunette biker as it quickly tightened and made her crash onto the floor of the bar, screamingly in pain.
With both Zoe and Joan now approaching them with ropes in their hands the remaining biker women decided it was time to make a run for it. One of them, a large black-haired woman pushed the two younger ones to the ground in her attempt to reach the door first, getting another slavo from Cynthia on her ass as she made it out the door. Zoe tried to follow her, but the hurt bad girl managed to dodge her thrown lasso and make it to her motorcycle, swinging herself on top of it. Cursing in pain as she abused ass touched the leather of the seat, she still managed to kick the starter and drive off, yelling, “Someone help meeee!!!!”
Angry that she had gotten away Zoe returned into the bar where Joan meanwhile had cornered the last two bikers, two young brunette sisters, Nicole and Ashley who were both barely a day older than eighteen (though when asked if they were old enough to drink alcohol they had responded with the same threats as the other bikers).
Now both of them huddled together in a corner of the room, their hands raised in surrender and pleading with Joan.
“Please! We didn’t want to do it! We are just with them because our older sister is their leader! Please, we never wanted to hurt anyone!”
The bar owning sisters exchanged a devious smile as they approached the two pleading teenagers. “Well then,” Joan said, being willing to give them some mercy. “If you pay up your taps, and for the damages you have because we will let you go.”
“We can’t!” The twins squeaked in unison. “Our daddy cut us and our sister off from the family fortune after the trouble we`ve caused in Chicago.” Both seemed to shrink even further, hugging each other now in sisterly affection. “Please, have mercy on us. We will pay you. We will get our daddy to do it. Trust us, please!”
“Sorry Gals,” Zoe said with a smile. “We rednecks only trust in God; all others pay cash. But there will be other ways for you to pay. Your clothes and your bikes for example. Hand over your keys and get down to your undies. Now!”
Crying and trying to comfort each other the two girls obliged, handing over their keys and stripping out of their biker clothes, revealing their girlish pink panties and bra´s. Afterwards Zoe tied them front to front, so they could continue giving each other comfort, their young breasts and bare bellies touching, each girls’ hands holding her sister’s ass. Finally, Zoe ripped some cloth from their tops to gag them.
Meanwhile Joan took care of the others. Helena and the two bad girls caught with the lasso were also stripped to their underwear, their purses and motorbike keys taken and all three were tied back to back to back, their abused asses touching each other. They were gagged as well, and blindfolded too, then the sisters let the six-legged beast stumbled around the bar a bit, unable to see or scream while Cynthia now used their belly buttons as targets for her air gun.
Only then were Sonya and Susanna free from the table atop of them. Being kind girls at heart Joan and Zoe applied some salve and patches to the cut`s on their breasts before leading them into the back room. While Cynthia guarded the captives in the bar, Joan and Zoe stripped the two evil sisters of the cut remains of their clothing, then tied them into a perfect 69 so they might ‘enjoy a real woman for once’ and shoved them into an empty beer barrel and shutting the lid so the two could enjoy their closeness for a while.
Returning back to the bar the two had a laugh at the three tied bikers and the two sisters huddled together for a moment. Then Joan turned towards her sister, “this was just the beginning. One of them escaped and will now sure alert the others to what happened.”
“Good,” Zoe smiled, “that saves us having to hunt them down one by one. Cyn,” she turned towards her youngest sister who instantly gave her a salute. “You go and alert the other girls in town that it is time to deal with the invaders once and for all.”
“Yes ma’am,” Cynthia laughed and left the building.
“As for the two of us,” Zoe said, “let us use what time we have to prepare the saloon for the showdown to come.”
“The trap doors? The feathers? The nets?” Jona asked with a devious grin.
“The full program,” Zoe smiled. “This is going to be so much fun.”