On A Bike

Part 1

  The old motel could be charitably described as quaint and rustic. Or old and in need of a few coats of paint. Sarah had inherited the motel from her aunt, she had stayed there a few summers when she was a young child. Then several times in her early teens when she was sixteen or so. As a result her aunt had got attached to her, the pair of them had bonded. It was a small motel in the middle of nowhere, it consisted of the small management office and apartment. A kitchen six small rooms 2 with double beds. All of them in various states of repair, a garage a few parking spaces and an old shed. There were not many people this time of year, but Sarah made a living. The last guest had paid and left, Sarah was busy cleaning up the room and on suite bathroom.

  When she exited the room, she heard a strange sound it was like a mix of thunder combined with a washing machine full of scrap metal. Her eyes were drawn to a large beaten up old bike possibly once a Harley, Sarah didn’t know bikes. It shuddered to a halt in front of the Motel. Its engine produced a death rattle, the bike looked like someone had taken two different bikes cut them in half and put them back together as one. It seemed to be repaired and jury rigged with parts that were not even designed for bikes. Two very heavy sets of beaten up strapped together saddle bags weighed down the bike, one was held closed with a bungee cord. There were two women on the bike. The occupants riding the bike caused Sarah to gasp. 
    "Hey there, my names D this is Delores”, the women at the front called out.

  D flipped down the kickstand with the heel of her boot. She had tight black leather shorts. She wore a battered brown leather jacket. It was stitched and patched and studded in a rather random fashion. She had short black hair held in place by a woven leather head band. She wore dark glasses. She had two fingerless gloves that didn’t match one on her left hand white one on her right hand black. D unzipped her jacket and folded it. Leaving it on the handlebars of her bike, she stretched her shoulders. She wore a low cut top. A tattoo of a howling wolf in blue could be seen on her chest, occupying most of one bulging sphere.

  D was very intimidating, her passenger was even more alarming. Sarah had to get a better look. The woman was wrapped in canvas and leather. A straight jacket encased the woman’s torso, it was covered in dirt and sweat stains. It was mercilessly tight, crushing the poor woman inside. It was covered in wrinkles and folds from the occupants countless hours of pointless struggling. The jacket had been modified many times. A black leather collar had been added to the jacket riveted on as an extension to the jacket collar. It looked like the collar was designed for some sort of large dog but had been adapted. Cut down at the front and rear, it had been padded a little. 

  The jacket had a dark brown patch of leather reinforcing the left shoulder. Half the rivets holding it were silver, half were copper. There were two rows of them round the edge of the patch, making it look like armour. Extra pads of light brown leather had been added to the elbows of the jacket. A thick piece of white leather, now substantially stained had been used to strengthen the ends of the jacket. Placed around where the wrists would go. Sarah swore she saw a tag, like the leather had been taken from a couch.

  Sarah moved closer to inspect her two new guests. She was fixated, the jacket had side loops. They had been added on later, they were made out of heavy blue nylon anchored in place with more mismatched rivets. The central strap had been reinforced top and bottom with heavy rivets and washers holding it in place. Triangles of dark green leather had been added front and rear to reinforce the crotch strap. The waist of the jacket had been cut down to make it narrower several times, it was slightly irregular. The stitching was reinforced at the seams several times. The back of the jacket had d rings riveted either side of the back. A thick pair of laces were laced and tied between them. The straps along the back of the jacket were equally miss matched, 3 original canvas two dark brown leather 2 black leather. The new additions looked like they had been made of old belts riveted in place. 

  There was tight canvas round her straining breasts. The woman wore a thick pair of rubber shorts, they gave her a pair of bubble ass cheeks split by a thick tight crotch strap. A merciless black belt encircled her waist pinching it in. There were two straps front and two rear from the clincher holding Delores pressed to the bike. Her knees were bent and spread wide, a complex arrangement of straps bound her ankles to her thighs. It was arranged with belts above her knee and at the mid-point. They were also anchored to the bike by a strap that went below her knee. These webs of straps seemed to have been constructed from mismatched leather belts, the sort you would get in a charity shop.

  Delores head was covered by a layer of thick leather. It had been black at some point but had been altered over time, fading to a grey in places. There had once been eye holes in the hood. These now had irregular squares of brown leather sown over them. There were a few patchy repairs to the hood. An irregular web of mixed leather straps crisscrossed her head holding some sort of pad and gag combination in her mouth. The tip of a pair of blond pigtails just escaped from under the rim of this ancient leather prison. Her feet were forced into painful points with the application of a pair of thumb cuffs over her big toes. Holding her in place taunt as they were passed through one of the back straps of the jacket.

  D got off the bike and stood up. She stretched and twisted her feet getting the cramps out of her body. She turned to the girl strapped to the bike, slapping her on the bottom rather aggressively almost possessively as if she was marking her territory. 
    “It’s not what you might think, my poor little sisters ill in the head. You can’t leave family on their own in the hospitals. They don’t do them any good, so I have to keep little sis tied up for her good and the good of everyone around her. She just needs to be kept entertained”. 

  A red cable peaked out from just above Delores rubber shorts and beach ball ass. Sarah noted the outline of a large plug visible between the woman’s ass cheeks. The wires went into a large saddle bag. D pulled out a controller wired to a large battery. She twisted a control knob, Sarah could hear an audible humming, Delores rubber covered cheeks clenched violently. Her muscles quivered her breasts began to strain against the dirty canvas in tiny, quick gasps. Her head shook she snorted and gasped, then a loud moan issued from behind her heavily gagged lips.

  Sarah took a deep breath. She should have run for the office, locked the door and called the police but she didn’t. She decided to play along with her guests for a bit. She was to inquisitive by far. Sarah turned to D, 
    “So, you want a double or two singles?”. D Looked at her, 
    “A double”, Sarah drew in a short quick breath. She walked over to the motel office picked up the keys for room 4 and the register. She returned handed the register to D and waited. D signed the register as Ms D Smith. Sarah looked at her for a second, 
    “$50 up front”, she asked holding her hand out. D rummaged around in her jacket then pulled out a ten and two twenties. Susan handed her the key then breathed out.

  Sarah retreated to the management office, she hid behind her desk and watched out of the corner of the window. D walked over to the motel room, she opened it up and disappeared inside. For a minute then she came out and undid the saddle bags from her bike. Though not before removing the control and the battery. Each bag was rather heavy, it took her a minute to drag the first bag into the room. A few seconds later she came back for the heavy second bag. D disappeared into the room for ten minutes. All that Sarah could hear was the occasional creaking of the mattress, one time a thump and D swearing. 

  Finally D came out of the room and un-strapped her sister from the bike. She took a small key out from between her cleavage. She undid the toe cuffs and made her sister stand on wobbling legs. D grabbed her sister in a firm choke hold with one hand. Lifting the battery and the controller in the other hand she marched her into the room. There was a little creaking and then nothing ten minutes later D exited the room locking the door shut.

  D headed over to the management office, she knocked on the door. Susan shouted, 
    “What do you want?”, D shouted back, 
    “Can I use your garage for my bike, I have to make a few repairs”? 
    “Sure it’s open”, Sarah shouted back. Sarah watched D roll her bike round to the garage there were occasional bangs and clunks. The percussive sound of a frustrated person hitting a bike with a wrench. After five minutes Sarah’s curiosity got the better of her. Sarah got the spare key for room four and decided to take a little look. She paused asking herself was this a good idea?

On A Bike

Part 2

  Nervously Sarah exited the management office and cautiously walked round to room four. She paused for a second, the sound of frustrated banging still emanated from the garage. Sarah snuck a peek through one of the windows at the rear of the unit. Delores was on the double bed, a set of large heavy leather and fabric straps were wrapped around the mattress and bed frame. Looking at them Sarah thought that they might be made from weight belts and the straps used to anchor cargo in place on the back of a truck, either way the straps were very tight. 

  Thick cuffs were attached from the multitude of straps to Delores. Appearing at her ankles above and below her knee’s. Around her waist above and below her breasts and round her neck. Apart from the neck strap, they were all so tight that it looked downright painful. Delores flesh or the canvas jacket wrapped around it bulged out above and below the straps. Delores hips and ass were wiggling about against the enormous vibrating butt plug. She was about as helpless as she could be. For a moment Sarah wondered what it would feel like to be constantly assaulted by those vibrations. She felt herself blush and she dismissed the idle thought. 

  Still Sarah’s curiosity increased and she became bolder. Checking that D was still busy with her bike, Sarah used her spare key to room 4. She tried to move quickly and quietly, Sarah let out a short sharp breath turned the handle and opened the door. She had a good look inside the room, nothing looked like it would give her away, there was no makeshift alarm. Sarah nervously stepped inside the room she noticed the saddle bags lying on the floor, one was open and considerably less full. She could see a collection of leather and other items still inside it. 

  Sarah was surprised by a sudden high pitched hum. She thought that it was an alarm, but no apparently the vibrating plug tormenting Delores had variable settings that were disturbing her at random. Sarah moved closer to the bed, she had a good look at Delores. Somehow she was very sexy as helpless as she was. As the intensity of the buzzing increased she was futilely thrashing about against her heavy restraints, every curve of her body defined as it strained for freedom. To Sarah the layers of packaging made her more attractive than if she was just naked. Sarah got closer to the head of the bed, the buzzing slowly died down. 

  Sarah decided to remove the hood, she was just too curious to leave things alone. As she approached Delores the woman moved, she knew that Sarah was there. She tilted her head round so that Sarah could access the back of the hood. It was surprisingly complicated to release, though maybe her nervous fingers found the task to be more substantial than it appeared. She had to unbuckle the straps in a specific order to get to them, they were woven into an interlocking pattern. Then she was able to unzip the back of the hood, exposing a set of tightly applied laces. It took an age to unpick the knot, only then could she unlace the hood. The leather creaked for a moment not willing to relinquish its hold. There was a tug and it let go, with the hood off Delores desperate sweat stained face was revealed. She was very pretty and looked similar to D but she also looked exhausted from the countless hours being bound up and obstinately vibrated into submission. 

  Sarah pulled a very large bundle of cloth out of Delores’s mouth, holding it up there appeared to be a confederate flag folded up really tight. The woman was still gasping something lodged in her jaw, Sarah pulled what must have been a red thong out of Delores mouth. She looked relieved, coughed then worked her jaws. Her voice was quite faint, 
    “Please help me, get me out of this prison. Ignore whatever she said, D is the mad one she escaped from a lunatic asylum. This is her straight jacket, I was the one that reported her as escaped. So she kidnapped me, said she had to teach me to be a good girl then she stole grampa’s bike. I managed to get away once, so she modified the jacket. It’s now so tight I can’t take it. It’s been three months stuck in this thing as her plaything. You have to help me and for the love of god turn the plug off”. Sarah was going to untie Delores. Then she would march to the management office and call the cops, with the geography mobiles got no coverage out here, so it was only the land line.

  Sarah’s plan hit its first hurdle with a creak behind her. She turned round to find D standing in the door way behind her, she did not look happy! D’s legs were spread out her right foot slightly forward, knees bent like she was about to fight her face was red. In her right hand was a knuckle duster, a spiky intimidating one that seemed to be home made from a bundle of welded scrap metal. Sarah found a knot of fear in her stomach, imagining what it would be like to be struck with that. D’s voice was low and menacing dripping with danger, 
    “What are you doing”? Sarah was nervous she stepped back, 
    “I was just curious”. D pointed to the hood, 
    “Put it back”. Sarah reluctantly re-gagged Delores putting the thong then the bundle of cloth into her mouth packing them in place. Despite Delores begging she tightly applied the hood back onto Delores desperate sobbing face.

  D smiled and put the knuckle duster into her jacket pocket, 
    “If you’re curious I have a spare set of pretty restraints, let me show you what it’s like”. Sarah backed away until she hit the far wall of the Motel room, 
    “Please no”, she begged. D arrogantly strutted over and stood a hairs breadth away from Sarah. She reached out and seized the zipper on Sarah's jeans. In on slow fluid motion, she zipped it down and undid the button. She pealed down the waistband, Sarah pushed herself back against the wall she could not believe what was happening. D continued tugging revealing Sarah's black silk panties. Sarah realised that as well as being afraid she was aroused. Her silk panties were drenched between her legs, it didn’t help when D rubbed her silk covered crotch. Sarah felt herself involuntarily moaning as D ran two fingers over her clitoris. 
    "Hmm, very nice ... I'll take it to go." D whispered close to Sarah’s ear. 

    "Please, no"! Sarah both asked and begged in futile desperation. She crossed her arms trying to ward D off. D pulled Sarah's crossed arms down to her sides and slid down her denim jacket. It landed on the floor between their feet. Agonizingly slowly one button at a time, D undid Sarah's shiny blue silk blouse. It joined the jacket a few seconds later.

    "You will make a very nice little addition, my sisters getting a mite worn out" D purred. Sarah’s last line of defence was still wrapped around her, a black satin under wire bra. D palmed Sarah's breasts like a pair of ripe melons and squeezed them none to gently, she found the nipples and twisted. Sarah bit her lip and looked away trying not to moan, 
    "All natural too," D smiled at her observation. 
    "What size have you got sweetie, I bet a 'DD'?" Sarah did not answer, she told herself it wasn’t happening. 

    "Now turn around, like a good girl," D said, firmly turning Sarah around by her shoulders. The aggressive pressure applied between Sarah's shoulder blades compelled the girl to bend over the dresser. Sarah rested her elbows on the hard surface, her large breasts hung down like ripe fruit. D smiled as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Sarah's panties. D pealed them away from a pair of toned ass cheeks. D was gone for a second, then a ten inch butt-plug and lubricant rattled onto the top of the dresser. Sarah saw D's hand reach out and pick up the KY-lubricant. Moments later, she felt the cold oil smear between her butt cheeks and a finger probing through her puckering anus.

    “No please", she begged. D ignored her and picked up the plug. Sarah felt the fat bulbous tip nestle into her tight ass crevice pressed ominously against her back passage. 
    "Oh god, no please", she groaned and begged as it was pushed into her. Sarah’s anus began to spasm shooting agonising pain through her body. The large ridged cone shaped invader continued to push. She gripped the dresser top with her hands, her knuckles turned white. Her pretty face grimaced in agony and humiliation her cheeks flushed red.

  D stroked her hair, 
    "That's it, take it all the way up the ass, you will learn to love it", D purred. 
    "It’s too big"! Sarah groaned at the widest point of the plug. The bulbous knob slid through her stretched ring of burning flesh and down to the smaller ring. The base was large and flexible and folded between her ass cheeks like a thick round circle. Sarah sucked in air gasped and cried. 

  D stripped off Sarah sneakers and then pulled her jeans the rest of the way. Sarah’s panties were wadded up into a ball and held next to her lips. 
    "Open now!" D commanded. Sarah refused, a sharp blow to her round ass forced a scream from Sarah. 
    "I said, 'OPEN'!" D pushed the bundle forwards again, Sarah parted her lips and black silk was stuffed into her mouth. D went to her saddle bag she produced some of her own underwear. It was considerably more travel stained, it followed Sarah’s own panties to pack out her jaw.

  D wrapped a thick panel gag round Sarah's jaw. Her head jerked as the straps dug into her flesh and fused her jaw shut. Clenching her teeth into the bundle of underwear. Sarah snorted in gasps as a pair of thick rubber short shorts were worked up over her legs, pushing the plug deeper home. D balled Sarah's hands into a pair of tiny fists, unmovable with the application of lots of electrical tape. Then came a leather straight jacket. With a tug and pull, the garment quickly swallowed her. Once around Sarah’s waist, her bra was gone and then her arms were forced into the tight leather sleeves. Her balled hands slipped into a pair of mittens at the end of the sleeves. The back straps and zipper were drawn up and closed firmly shut.

  D was not finished, she could get the straps tighter "Umph," Sarah grunted unintelligibly as the jacket compressed her waist, she was disgusted by how quickly she had been reduced to this state, how easily she had submitted. Then it was too much she started to thrash her arms about. D seized her wrists and held them giving her another swat on the ass, causing Sarah to stop struggling. Sarah closed her eyes begging any power in heaven or hell to free her. She let out pathetic muffled moans as the tightening jacket constricted and shaped her waist into a leather hourglass. The straps were finally secured with a loud popping snap from the buckles. A wide crotch strap sunk between her ass cheeks. It seemed to get tighter and tighter until she feared it might cut her in half. Sarah could feel her buttocks forming moulded into a pair of round rubber balls.

  Sarah danced about trying to release the tension in the crotch strap. Her arms were drawn back behind her then passed through side loops, then secured in front of her. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut. Her shoulders were on fire as they were drawn back thrusting out her chest. She snorted in shallow gasps as the strap was secured in front of her, she did not want to see what was coming next.

  When she opened her eyes, Sarah saw a black hood, oppressing rubber covered her face and plugs filled her ears. A second and then a third constricting hood covered her face, where D had gotten them she could only guess. Over the top of the hoods an intricate head harness and neck corset were buckled in place. She was forced down, her knees were bent and legs doubled over. Wide straps travelled around her doubled up legs and cinched them down tight. The plug in her ass was switched on. She thrashed about and bit down on her gag. It didn’t stop she had no release, slowly her mind began to escape her body.

  Much later she was hoisted into the air, she wasn’t certain how. She began to squeal into the gag and thrash. However, it was far too late for resistance. A wide seat parted her thighs and forced her weight on her crotch pushing the plug in deeper. She was pushed next to Delores, straps crisscrossed her chest, wrapped around her waist, and pinned her to the warm struggling body beside her. More straps pinned her thighs to the motorcycle.

  She felt the motorcycle shift under more wait, a sudden assault of hums and bangs vibrated her body. Her pelvis and breasts responded, she was getting turned on. She clenched her impaled ass cheeks and squirmed she could not escape. The first orgasm came quickly from all the stimulation. She just kept going and going. Locked in her leather prison Delores next to her in her canvas prison. She felt the heat on the jacket the wind driving past her, the weight of the body against her. However, her mind was focused on the never ending stimulation. She squeezed the seat with her thighs and wriggled, her companion wiggled back they wanted to be free. The bonds, however, held them tightly in place. They were going wherever D wanted them to go, and tonight they would be doing whatever D wanted them to do, no matter how lewd and perverse it would be.

The end