They threaten Rihanna.

"It's one of those prisoners from that bus on the radio." One biker said. "It said one of them was an Arab or an Indian or something."

"Yeah, that's prison orange underneath all that shit right enough." Another of the men agreed. "Didn't the news say there was a whole bunch of the X-Change bitches on the loose?"

"Five." Says the biggest of the men, the others shut up and listen when he speaks. "It said five made a run for it."

"Where are your friends baby?" The big man asks Rihanna. "You going to call them for us. We got weed and booze, food too and a nice dry place to crash. You call your buddies and we can all have a nice party."

"They drowned." Rihanna cries out. "We tried to cross a river in the storm. I was the only one that made it."

"That right?" The man laughs. "Scrawny little bitch like you was the only one to survive, kinda hard to believe. You just call your friends, we ain't gonna call no law down on you. Hell, finding us was a lucky break for you."

"They drowned, I told you." Rihanna repeats the lie.

"See, I wanna be nice. I know first hand how hot you X-Change sluts are. We can all have some fun." The biker tells Rihanna. "But I don't like being lied to. If you ain't gonna call your friends then maybe some screams will bring them running."

"Chrissie!" The large biker calls out and then tells Rihanna. "See, being gentlemen it ain't right for us to start beating on you. Chrissie on the other hand ain't got a problem with that."

One of the women with the bikers walks forward. She is tall and undeniably beautiful with long black hair partly shaved up the sides of her head and long at the back. She wears cut off denim pants and a sleeveless leather waistcoat that pushes up a big pair of tits. Her arms, legs and even the shaved areas of her head are covered in tattoos. She is wrapping a length of chain around her right fist.

There are too many to fight. Even with surprise on your side you have half the shotgun shells in the gun than there is bikers. You did not like Rihanna, did not trust her, however she is refusing to give you and the others up. You might not be the nicest of people, but you cannot stand by and watch Rihanna take a savage beating.

"Hold it, I'm coming out." You yell from the barn.

You step out, you still hold the shotgun and the men tense and spread apart slowly when they see it. Neither you or the bikers are aiming directly at one another, at least not yet, but weapons are drawn and ready.

"Helloo blondie." The biker's leader says, drawing out the helloo and looking at you appreciatively. "So that makes two. Where are your other three cunts at?"

"In the woods a ways." You reply. "Running like fuck right now if they have any sense."