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CHAPTER 2

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Once she was outside of the bar, Tammy felt immediately cold. The weather had been nicer this afternoon, but seemed to have dropped ten or fifteen degrees while she was inside drinking. She shivered as she casually shrugged out of Max's arm around her and took a few quick steps to distance herself from the two men. She'd left her jacket in the bar and couldn't exactly go back for it now after her dramatic exit. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked out over the parking lot. She couldn't wait to get into her car and turn the heat all the way up.

"I'm just going to call it a night, guys," she said as she turned around and looked at the two brothers who looked expectantly back. "It was nice meeting you." She shrugged and started toward her car. She was probably a bit over the legal limit to drive, but she didn't really care. She wasn't that drunk and she had made it home driving herself before when she had had a lot more to drink. She'd be fine.

"Wait!" Max called after her and grabbed her by her wrist, pulling her back a little rougher than necessary.

Tammy frowned as she stumbled back a step and turned to face him. "Sorry, Wayne. I'm going home. Maybe I'll see you around."

"No." Max frowned down at her. "You're kidding me, right? You've got to be fucking joking..."

Tammy shook her head and shrugged. "Nope. Not really joking around with you, Wayne. I'm heading home."

"You can't," Max squeezed her arm tighter in his fist. He was really starting to piss her off at this point, but she'd clearly pissed him off too judging by his grip and tone. "What was all that in there?" he growled. "Is this game to you? Leading guys on for no reason just so you can reject them? You're just going to call it done just like that? After you were all over me?"

"You were all over me," Tammy countered, pulling her arm out of his grip and shoving her other hand against his chest. "I changed my mind. I'm allowed to do that. Sorry." She shrugged and turned back toward the parking lot.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Max growled as he grabbed her again.

Tammy winced as he pulled her back by her arm. A lot of people had asked her if she was crazy over the years. He wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last. That didn't mean she liked people saying stuff like that about her though. She also wasn't fond of him grabbing her so roughly.

"Get off of me!" Tammy demanded as she struggled to pull her arm out of his grip.

"You can't just lead people on like that and walk away." Max continued as he dragged her back toward the side of the building.

"I can do whatever I want," Tammy growled back, but couldn't shrug out of his grip this time. "Let go of me," she demanded again.

Max offered a laugh that sounded more angry than amused. "You come on strong, sweetheart. You can't do that to people," he told her as his grip tightened while he roughly pulled her along. He was literally dragging Tammy into the alley at this point, as she was squirming in his grip and not doing a thing to help him corner her any more than he already had.

She shook her head as she started to feel somewhat panicked the further he dragged her and the harder his hands on her squeezed. There was no longer anything in this for her. She was no longer interested. "No!" she insisted and tried again to pull away as he dragged her further into an alley. "Let go of me!" She shoved her free hand against his chest until he grabbed her forearm in a strong fist and held it down.

"Stop fighting me," Max demanded as his grip only seemed to tighten around her arms. "You wanted this two minutes ago."

Tammy winced as she tried once again to get free, which only resulted in Max's rough hands increasing their harsh grip as he forced her further into the poorly-lit space. "Get off of me, you son of a bitch!" she growled, feeling her anger quickly turning into fear.

"Max..." Charlie spoke up as he followed his brother into the alley. "Let's just go back in. She said no."

"After she practically begged for it!" Max scoffed as he pushed Tammy roughly up against the brick wall of the alleyway. "She's a fucking tease. She owes us... Not just me - you too. Aren't you frustrated right now? Don't you fucking hate it when girls do this to you, Charlie?"

"Well, yeah." Charlie frowned and shifted from one foot to the other as he looked from his brother's eyes to Tammy's. "But there's no law against being a tease... You can't make her-"

"Yes we can," Max interrupted. He glanced toward his brother and then looked down at Tammy, who he had pretty well crushed against the wall by this point. "Come on, baby... You were having so much fun in there. I could tell you were excited. You're gonna love this."

Tammy shook her head and pulled at her trapped arms. "Get the hell off of me!" she demanded again. Though her voice dripped with anger, it also shook slightly. As much as she knew she was often able to get her way by scaring people into listening to her, this guy didn't seem scared of her. She was kind of scared of him though. He let go of one of her arms and moved his hand down to her thigh, pushing her dress up similarly to how he had been inside the bar. "Stop!" She ordered him as she moved her free hand down to attempt to push his hand off of her leg.

"Hold still." Max breathed into her ear as he leaned in close and pushed his hand further up her thigh, completely ignoring her hand attempting to pry his off of her. She wasn't finding it as easy to shove his hand away this time. He must not have put his full strength into it back inside.

With a frustrated whimper, Tammy continued trying to wriggle free of his grip. He was strong, and his hands were large and forceful. She looked past his shoulder toward his brother, who stood a few feet away, looking somewhat uncomfortable. "Get him off of me!" she demanded. She could tell Charlie wasn't as comfortable doing this as his brother was.

"Come on, Max. Stop..." Charlie suggested, but didn't move to actually make his brother listen. "There are lots of other girls in there. We can find some that want to be with us."

"Yeah? Every time we do, they end up being a fucking tease like this one," Max growled as he squeezed her arm tight in his fist and finally managed to grip the material of her underwear in his other hand. Under her dress, he started tugging at the thin material of her panties as he tried to pull them down her legs.

Tammy cried out a pitiful, panicked gasp as she tried and failed to push his hand away. "No! Stop!" she cried, looking desperately around the alley. Music from the bar was loud enough that no one who may have otherwise been within earshot seemed to hear her. Even so, she could think of nothing else to do other than to scream. "Help! Somebody help me!" she sobbed.

"Shut her up," Max growled. "You're gonna be in just as much trouble for this as I am if we're caught," he threatened his brother.

Charlie's eyes widened, but he seemed to believe his brother, because he rushed over and put his hand over Tammy's mouth to silence her without so much as a second thought. "Shhh..." he urged as he put his other hand lightly on Tammy's shoulder before looking back toward his brother. "We shouldn't do this, Max." He shook his head. "Let's just let her go... You won't say anything to the police, right? If we let you go?" he asked as he looked down at Tammy.

Tammy shook her head, indicating that she'd keep quiet. Tears were pooling in her eyes and she felt herself shaking.

"I'm not done yet. We'll let her go when I'm done." Max disagreed.

Tammy whimpered a muffled cry and brought her free hand up to Charlie's in an attempt to pry it off of her face so she could scream again. Charlie gripped her wrist in his free hand and continued to hold his other hand rather hard over her face. His brother continued attempting to pull her underwear down her thighs, but was fortunately having some trouble doing so with only one of his hands available to do it. Tammy squirming as best as she could wasn't doing him any favors either.

Charlie looked frantic, but not nearly as frantic as Tammy felt as he stood up close to his brother and Tammy and continued silencing her with his hard hand pressed firmly over the bottom half of her face. He seemed very conflicted about whose side he was on, as he continuously asked his brother to stop what he was doing, but was also helping him hold her down and keep her quiet.

With her arms both pinned down securely, she had only the limited use of her legs to work with. Max was standing pretty close, trapping her in place against the wall, but she still had a bit of freedom to move her legs, so she stomped down on Max's foot, which caused him to move back just enough to give her room to bring her knee up between his legs, hitting him where it would hurt him most.

Max groaned and stumbled back, but Charlie still held onto her, and because of this, the few moments she would have been granted by throwing Max off were wasted. Instead of making a run for it, she was stuck attempting to shrug out of Charlie's grip. For some reason, even though he seemed to want his brother to let her go, he was still holding her down. She couldn't afford the risk of asking him to let go and waiting for his response. She had to get herself away from these men immediately. She balled her now-free hand into a fist and slammed it up against his jaw as hard as she could.

And that was the moment Charlie decided he was in no way on her side of this situation anymore. As soon as she hit him, he glared down at her with dark, hate-filled eyes, raised his own hand up, and hit her back, knocking his fist against her cheek so that she stumbled back and landed on the ground with a pained wince.

"I was fucking trying to help you, Tammy!" he growled as he followed her down to the ground, grabbing both of her wrists in one of his hands and crushing them painfully against the concrete floor of the alleyway as he climbed on top of her and held her down.

Tammy groaned in pain and decided to start screaming again. "Heeeelllp!" she called as loud as she could. "Help me! Heeeelllp!" she screamed over and over, until Charlie slapped her across the face and clamped his hand down over her mouth.

"Don't fucking scream. I was trying to help you," Charlie repeated and shook his head as he glared down at her. "I was trying to make sure he didn't hurt you. I was trying to convince him to let you go... Even after you led me on and then decided to leave out of nowhere... I was respecting your right to change your fucking mind, even though it was bullshit. And after all that you hit me?"

Tammy whimpered under his hand. What the hell had he expected her to do?

"I try to do the right thing, and I get punched for it anyway," Charlie growled as he moved his hand off of her mouth and began groping at her chest. "Don't give me any credit for being decent? Maybe I should just stop being decent then," he spoke in a low voice as he leaned down closer and ran his hand down over her side and onto her thigh.

"Stop!" Tammy screamed as he pushed his hand over the inside of her thigh, up under her dress. She desperately pulled at her trapped wrists and tried to thrash her legs under him. "Don't touch me! Stop!" she cried again.

"This is what you wanted, you slut," Charlie's formerly timid voice was now full of rage. "I tried being nice. You didn't appreciate it, so fuck you." He finally let go of her wrists and moved both of his hands down to her thighs, trying to pry them apart.

"No!" Tammy gasped and moved her now-free hands down toward his. No matter how hard she fought, Charlie was significantly stronger than she was. She couldn't push his hands away. "Please don't! I'm sorry!" she whimpered in a trembling voice when she realized begging for mercy might be her only chance. "I'm sorry I hit you. Charlie, please..." She could hear her voice shaking as her short breaths shook in her chest. To her surprise, Charlie paused for a moment, staring down into her eyes. He seemed to be waiting for further explanation, so she kept going. "I was just scared..." She inhaled and exhaled a few more shaking breaths and tried to ignore the fact that his hands were still gripping her thighs under her dress, in a much more intimate way than she was comfortable with. "You were still holding me down. I was scared..." she repeated. "I shouldn't have hit you. I'm sorry," she repeated.

Charlie's mouth twitched as stared down at her. "I wasn't hurting you," he reminded her with a scowl.

"But he was... and you were holding me down for him. I panicked... I'm sorry." Tammy's voice shook and she swallowed a lump in her throat. "Please let me go," she asked again as she carefully pushed her hands against his forearms, trying to shove them off of her legs without being too forceful. When he only pushed his hands further up her thighs in response, Tammy whimpered and tried to scramble away.

As she squirmed away from him, Charlie grabbed out at her arm and pulled her back.

"No!" She screamed and shoved her other hand against his chest. "Somebody help!" She cried out once again, prompting Charlie to finally let go of her thigh and slap his hand back over her mouth. She felt herself shaking as she pulled her legs closer together and squeezed her eyes shut. She was so used to manipulating men to get what she wanted. None of them had ever turned on her quite like this.

"Let's just have her give us each a blowjob and call it even," Max suggested with a frustrated exhale as he walked up next to them and loomed over her. Tammy opened her eyes and tried to shrink down as she looked past Charlie's shoulder at his brother. He seemed to have recovered from her knee to the crotch attack pretty quickly. "I'm kinda getting sick of this fast, and this little bitch has got a lot more fight in her than I expected... but she owes us," he continued. "How about it, sweetheart? Be good, don't scream, just suck my dick, then his, and we'll be done. It's a lot less than what I want - a lot less than you owe me. I won't even be rough, even though you deserve it."

Tammy shook her head as best as Charlie's hand over her face would allow. She felt tears spilling down her cheeks, catching on his fingers. She didn't want to do this. It was true that she was willing to do a whole hell of a lot of crazy shit to get Ron to notice her, but it always had to be on her terms. This had gone way too far.

"Come on, baby," Max persisted. "Just two quick blow jobs, and you can go... Keep fighting, and you're gonna get hurt. You can cooperate, or I can have Charlie hold you down and we'll do it the old-fashioned way... Over and over again until we get tired of you. If you make me fight for this any more than you already have, I'm not going to be gentle with you, babe."

She continued shaking her head no as Charlie pressed his hand hard over her mouth, crushing the back of her head painfully against the ground as he held her wrist against the concrete, with a large, rough hand. Tammy moved her other hand up towards her face, trying to pry Charlie's off of her so she could plead her case. She couldn't get him to budge.

"Get her up on her knees," Max ordered his brother. "You're gonna want to go along with this sweetheart," he threatened Tammy as Charlie dragged her up off the ground enough to position her on her knees. "Charlie, snap her fucking wrist if she tries anything," he asked of his brother. "And remember, babe, you scream or bite me, and this is gonna get a whole lot worse. I won't hurt you unless you make me. I never wanted to hurt you. You know that, right?"

As soon as she was off the ground, she began fighting back again. Threats or no threats, she wasn't going to just let these guys do this to her. "Let me go!" she demanded and attempted to stand before Charlie grabbed her arm in a crushing grip and twisted it painfully behind her, demonstrating the seriousness of his brother's threat. Tammy cried out in pain and fell slightly forward, but Charlie held onto her and dragged her back to her knees.

"Get off of me!" she cried out and squirmed in his grip. She was scared of their threats, but more scared of what would happen if she didn't keep fighting. Even as Charlie squeezed her arm and grabbed at her shoulder, leaving painful bruises with his hands, Tammy continued to try to stand. It wasn't until Max balled his hand into a fist and slammed it against her ribs that she finally stopped struggling.

She groaned and coughed as she doubled over in pain. Tammy would have put her hands over her stomach, but Charlie held firmly onto her arms. All she could do was choke out a pained wince and breathe in sharp breaths as she was once again hauled up to her knees. She could barely focus on anything but the pain in her ribs.

"Stop moving," Charlie demanded as he grabbed a fist-full of her hair in his hand and tugged it painfully back. Tammy whimpered and tried to force herself to hold still even though her instincts told her to fight back. These two were too strong for her to overpower, and she was honestly feeling extremely beaten down and defeated. She breathed in and out exhausted, pained breaths as she tried to keep herself upright on her own so that Charlie didn't pull at her hair any more than he already was. She had no choice but to do as they said.

Tammy shook and gasped for breaths as she knelt in front of Max and glanced down the alley, back toward the parking lot. There didn't seem to be anyone at all hanging out in or near the parking lot. It was too cold for anyone to linger outside for long. No one would hear her if she cried out for help. Screaming would probably do her no good at all, and would only result in Charlie or Max hurting her further. She didn't know what to do.

As she was forced to kneel in front of Max, with Charlie's crushing hands bruising her arms and his brother's threats echoing in her mind, it occurred to her that there was absolutely no way she was going to get out of this situation until these men were done with her. She was going to have to suffer through this, but would hopefully at least make it out alive. Her body felt frozen and her lungs overworked. She was shaking and was beginning to feel numbness spread through her, almost like she could pass out at any moment. She'd never felt so terrified in her entire life...

She choked out a pained, frightened sob and squeezed her eyes shut. If Charlie weren't gripping her arms, she probably would have fallen to the ground. She felt so defeated, and so stupid. These guys had seemed like creeps from the second she first spotted them. She knew better than to go outside alone with weird men... But she'd cared so much about making Ron jealous. That was certainly coming back to bite her now.

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Sorry for the brutality and graphic-ness of all that... I'm also not sorry though... I wrote it this way for a reason... It's supposed to be horrible, and it is. *shrug*