2 comments/ 9825 views/ 1 favorites The Harley By: hornydog51 Who would have thought that buying a new Harley could have so many fringe benefits. I am a 51 year old man, who many might say was going through a mid life crisis. I have always wanted a motorcycle, for as long as I can remember. I have ridden a few different ones, Honda, Suzuki and of course Harley Davidson. I have always had the mind set that if I bought one it would be a Harley. They are simply the best. My dream of owning one of those hogs has finally come true. I recently purchased a Super Glide. I've noticed a lot of people waving, nodding at me as I ride past them. The thing I really noticed is the women who smile and wave. I am not a very good looking man at all, so it has to be the bike that they like. That is just fine by me. It was a cool Saturday morning when I just had to get out and ride. I got the bike out and fired her up so she could warm up, while I went into the house and put on my cold weather riding stuff. I knew I would have to stop from time to time and take the chill off. I had been riding for about an hour [going no place in particular] when I spotted a restaurant and decided to go in for a cup of coffee and warm up a little. There weren't many people in there, mostly older people my age and older. I got a few looks from them, but no one said anything to me, they just looked. As I sat down and ordered my coffee, one guy ask me if it was cold riding that machine. I answered simply, by saying a little and adding, it was worth it. He just shrugged his shoulders and turned away. I had just about finished my coffee, when the waitress [who was about 40years old and looking pretty good] came up and refilled my cup for me. After putting the pot up she came back over to me and started asking me questions about my bike. We talked for a few minutes, when said it would be cool to go for a ride. I might be getting old, but I am not dense. I immediately asked her if she would like to go for a ride with me after she got off work? All she said was "I get off in about 10 minutes". That gave me a lot of time to look over this woman. She was quite pretty and built well to boot. Large firm looking breasts, tight looking ass. My thoughts turned to wandering what it would be like to have hot sex with this cutie. I am just a dirty old man, what can I say. She got off work and came over and sat down beside me and started talking about riding. She was wearing a skirt and flimsy blouse. I asked her if she had a pair of jeans and jacket with her by chance. She said she did not. I had to ask her if she was sure about going for a ride as it is pretty cool outside. She just nodded yes and said lets go for it. Outside I fired up the hog and then asked if there was anyplace in particular she wanted to go? No was all she said. Wherever the road takes us I guess. Before we pulled away I told her to tell me if she got cold and we would stop for awhile somewhere. She nodded ok. She had her arms wrapped around my waist pretty tight. We had been riding about 15 minutes when her hands suddenly dropped down and she started to rub on my cock with both hands. I have to say it felt pretty good. My cock started getting hard from her rubbing, the harder it got the more she rubbed. We had now been riding for about an hour and I could feel her shivering against my back. So I started looking for a place to pull over for awhile. Not an easy task since we were on a small 2 lane country road. After a few minutes I spotted a creek running along the road and decided to pull off up ahead on a gravel bar I spotted. Once we got off the bike she immediately gave me a deep passionate kiss, that kind of caught me off guard. I of course returned the favor. Before I knew it she had my pants undone and was going down on me. WOW I thought, this is great. She sucked on cock like a pro. Her tongue was working my balls the whole time she was sucking it. I finally couldn't take it any more and blew a massive load in her mouth. She didn't drop any as she swallowed every bit of juice and continued sucking my cock until it got hard again. I reached down and pulled her up to me and started taking her blouse off. I was right, she had exceptional breasts, very big and quite firm. I of course just had to have one of them in my mouth. I started licking around the nipple and slowly started sucking her sweet breast. She started moaning and moving and started rubbing me again. I moved my right hand down under her skirt and started rubbing her already engorged clit. As she started to buck on my hand a little, I dropped down to my knees and promptly started licking and sucking her wonderful looking pussy. She tasted very, very sweet. It wasn't long until we were on the ground in a very pleasurable 69. Licking and sucking each other like there was no tomorrow. She quite suddenly started shuddering and came long and hard. She then got up and positioned herself over the top of me and slowly lowered herself down on my swollen cock head. She went up and down very slowly and seductively at first and all at once she began riding me like a wild bucking horse. I have never been fucked like that before. Just as I was about cum, she slowed down to a snails pace. Very enjoyable, I might ad. We continued fucking that way for a while and suddenly she was fucking me hard again. This time she did not stop as I was ready to come. We both came at the same time, very hard climaxes for us both. We both started getting dressed and chit chatting. After we got dressed, she said we better get back and I agreed. All the way back she continually rubbed on my cock. We pulled up in front of the restaurant and I shut the bike off and put the stand down. I told her I needed a cup of coffee and we headed in. once inside she disappeared into the back somewhere. The new waitress asked if I wanted anything. I told her I just wanted a cup of coffee and she brought it to me. I wanted to ask the waitress where the woman was I came in with, but suddenly realized she never told me her name. I was just finishing my coffee when she showed up from the back and came over to me and said her friend wanted to go for a ride and wandered if I was up to it. Of course I said I was and she promptly went to the back. I was paying for my coffee when this beautiful woman came out from the back and said she was ready. Here we go again I thought. It has to be the bike. The Harley Rider Driving along, Fran heard a motorbike coming up behind her. She pulled over slightly to allow him to pass. Then looked on with pleasure and a little lust as she saw a very sexy looking guy on his Harley. “Mmmm” she thought, “he could park that in my garage any time and not necessarily the bike.” “Hell why don’t I ever meet guys like that.” She was heading to her friends house in the Sunshine Coast hinterland. She thought she would surprise her with a visit as they hadn’t seen each other for such a long time. As she watched the rider just ahead of her, she felt something stir in her loins. “Hell girl, you need a man badly” she told herself. It had been so long since she had made love and that had been with the ex whose idea of foreplay was to ask if she was in the mood. She had her ‘toy’ of course and used it regularly but it was a poor comparison to the real thing. Only that morning she had used it, rubbing it across her clit to slide it into her hot, wet pussy, while her other hand rolled her nipple firmly between thumb and finger. Fucking herself with the vibrator she had cum to a riotous climax. But after she felt incomplete. Was it just the cuddles after that she missed she had wondered. But no it couldn’t have been that because the ex didn’t like to cuddle. As she drove, she thought back and wondered if it was the love, the giving, she missed. “Well you wont know by staying celibate” she told herself. The Harley was out of sight by now and she felt a little sad. She had enjoyed watching his strong wide shoulders covered in the leather jacket. “At least he has picked a good ride” she thought as she looked about her at the scenery. Knowing there was a roadhouse up ahead, Fran decided to stop for a cup of tea and a bite to eat. She had left early that morning and without breakfast. And now was more than a little peckish. As she pulled into the car park, she noticed the red Harley parked out front. “Mm maybe this is my lucky day” she thought as she entered the cafe. Walking to the counter, she saw her rider there perusing the blackboard menu. She eyed off his great physique from behind for a few minutes before going to stand next to him. “You go ahead miss,” he said to her with a sexy Canadian accent, “I am not sure yet what I want.” “Thank you” said Fran, thinking “I know what I would like but it’s not on the menu.” She ordered her tea and a sandwich and turned to sit at the only empty table left. The hot Canadian placed his order and turned to look for a seat. As he scanned the room, he looked at her and she smiled and gestured to him to share her table. He walked over and she looked up at him and smiled. “It’s the least I can offer” she said. He smiled and held out his hand. “My name is Larry and thank you.” Fran held his hand and introduced herself. “Is that a Canadian accent I detect?” she asked him. “Yes Fran, born and bred” he replied as he sat down. She went onto to ask him if he was on holidays and he answered that he was. “I am hoping to do a bit of riding around your beautiful country.” “I was admiring your Harley up the highway a bit” said Fran. He looked at her quizzically and she told him that she was the blue Toyota four wheel drive that had let him pass. “Most courteous of you Fran. Lots of people treat us bikers like lepers and wont let you pass them at all,” he told her. Fran asked, “are you heading up Kenilworth way? It is a beautiful drive up there past Obi Obi Creek. Lots of good swimming holes if you get hot.” “Sounds great but I wont get lost will I?” he replied. “You need a guide” Fran said, shocking herself with her audacity. “Well if you are offering...” he answered with a smile. Fran smiled back and told him she would love to and didn’t have any pressing engagements. “I have always wanted to ride on a Harley but you will have to drop me back here later to get my car.” she added. They finished their food and drinks, chatting away merrily. Fran was both happy and amazed at how well they clicked. Once finished they went to the car park. Fran locked her four wheel drive up and walked over to his bike. He had retrieved a spare helmet and passed it to her. Hopping on Larry started the engine and Fran climbed up behind him. She put her hands on his hips and he said “Hold on tight.” So she wrapped her arms around him. It felt soooo good pressing against him with the engine thrumming between her legs. She wondered how she would be able to contain herself. She pointed the way and they set off. It didn’t take long and she was feeling a wet patch growing in the crotch of her pants. Her nipples were rock hard as she pressed herself against his broad back. And the engine of the bike felt like a giant vibrator between her legs. She wondered if she could make it through the ride without raping this poor man. Meanwhile Larry was enjoying the ride as much as his companion. He could feel her nipples poking into his back and he knew full well how the engine would be affecting her. He smiled to himself as they rode along. After about 30 minutes of riding, Fran indicated to him to pull over. They pulled up to a stop and both removed their helmets. Fran said, “there is a spot through here that I am sure you would love to see. It is where Obi Obi and Walli Creeks join together. The view is fantastic.” “Sounds great” he countered. “Lead the way.” She took his hand and led him down the overgrown path. “Doesn’t look like many come this way” “No” replied Fran. “Not many people know about it. We came here as a family when I was a young girl.” “Mum would pack the picnic and we would be in a swimmers all day. Either swimming, playing footie or cricket or eating the feast my mother would have for us. Many special memories here” said Fran. She was feeling extremely horny from the ride and wondered if they would have a swim. Hoping it might cool her down before they rode again. The sun was streaming down making her tshirt cling to her body. Her nipples were poking their way through her bra and tshirt like they were headlights lighting the way and she tried to pull her shirt away from herself. But as soon as she let go, it clung straight back to her. Larry was walking behind her, watching the sway of her hips and the way that her shirt clung, accentuating her body. He was hoping there would be some swimming involved too as he knew she didn’t have a swimsuit with her and the way those jeans rode she must be wearing a gstring. “Great view” he told her. “Can’t see much yet” she said, then blushed when she realised what he had meant. Just then they came to the clearing on the banks of the creek. Finding a smooth grassy patch, Fran plopped herself down. Bringing her knees up to her chin, she looked wistfully at the creek. “You certainly must have great memories of this place” Larry said, as he sat next to her. “I can see it in your eyes.” She looked at him and smiled broadly. “Would you mind terribly if we had a swim?” she asked. “We can just get down to our underwear and it wont take long for them to dry in this sun. And it is so warm” she added. “I was hoping you would suggest that” he countered with a very cheeky grin. They started to strip their clothes off. Larry was a bit slower having to take off his boots first. And he noticed that she was blushing and when she took her shirt off the blush had travelled down her body. “Mmmm, very attractive look” he thought to himself hungrily. He had been right about the gstring. It was a creamy silk one and the bra she wore matched. The bra was very low cut and her ample breasts threatened to pour over the top. The gstring was cut high making her long legs seem even longer. And he also noticed she shaved as no pubic hair was showing at all. He had by this time got down to his shorts, which were by now bulging slightly at the front. And which he knew would be bulging a lot sooner if he didn’t get in that water quickly. He followed her lead and ran to the waters edge before jumping in. The water was like a tepid bath. But was none the less invigorating. He playfully chased her and she turned to splash water at him. He watched in desire as her breasts once more looked ready to spill over and said a little prayer. She turned and dove starting to swim away with strong steady strokes. He followed quickly catching up to her and then passing, he stopped in front of her. Standing there the water came halfway up his chest and just to her nipples he noticed. She stopped just short of him and standing flicked the water back from her red hair and looked up at him laughing. Rivulets of water ran down from her neck to between her breasts, making Larry wish he could reach out and lick them off with his tongue. Even though the water was warm, her nipples pushed against the silk of her bra. Just then Fran sort of tripped over a river rock and fell straight into his arms. She put her arms up automatically to stop her fall and her hands came to rest on his broad shoulders. She looked up into his eyes, ready to apologise, but saw the same longing in his eyes as she was feeling. She took a step forward so that their bodies pressed against each other. Raising her face to his, she closed her eyes as he started to kiss her passionately. The feel of her body next to his, her nipples digging into his chest, was more giving him such a hard on as he moved from her lips to her neck and ear lobes. Her hands went from his shoulders to his back, descending down to his buttocks and she pulled him even closer. He stopped and pushed her away just a little. “Shall we get out of the water?” he asked. “I don’t know if I trust my legs enough to walk” she replied. With that he swooped her up into his arms and strode out of the water. She held him tight, her heart beating rapidly. Soon he had reached the grassy area where they had left their clothes. He gently put her down, still holding her close to him and once more seeking out her mouth. His tongue found hers and they snaked around each others. He slowly started kissing her neck, her earlobes until she was moaning with desire. His hands went to her back and he deftly unclipped her bra, her breasts springing loose from their confines. And he bent his head to gently lick and suck one nipple while the other was attended by his hands. Pressing her nipple and then rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Fran, leaning her head back, moaned and squirmed as her desire mounted. She couldn’t believe how horny he was making her. She wanted him and needed him so much. She moved her hands downwards and felt his hard erection and knew he was feeling the same yearnings. As her hand brushed across his hard cock, she felt the shiver run through him. He lowered down onto the grass. He removed her panties and his shorts and then leaned back to kiss her again. Starting at her lips and heading down her body, stopping at her nipples for a while before trailing his way across her stomach. Passing her cute pussy which he noticed was shaved as he had thought but had a snail trail, a thin red line, he went down her inner thighs. She opened her legs for him with bent knees, holding the back of his head and gently trying to pull him back up. He reached her knee and changed legs starting his way up. As he neared her hot wet pussy, he breathed deeply, enjoying that sweet musky smell. He parted her glistening pink lips and bought the tip of his tongue to her hard little clit. She moaned and arched her back to him as her hand trailed back down his body fingertips running down his spine, across his buttocks and around to his hard erect cock. She tried to gently tease it with her fingertips but was so aroused that she took a firmer hold running her hands down its length to caress his balls and then back up. Meanwhile Larry’s tongue was flickering it’s way over clit down to her wet pussy. His tongue found the entrance and he poked it in a little. Then Fran pushed her crotch further onto his face. He took the hint and proceeded to tongue fuck her until she came with a shuddering climax. In the interim, he was trying hard not to cum himself because he wanted to fuck this sexy Australian soo much. When she had finished cumming he moved up on top of her and rubbed the eye of his cock over her clit coming to stop just at her entrance and just sliding back and forth along this line as he licked and sucked at her nipples, her neck, her ears and occasionally kissing her passionately and sensuously. He soon had her grinding her hips at him, wanting more. She whispered in his ear. “Please fuck me, fuck me now. I want you so much.” He could hold back no longer and pushing his cock in he went all the way until he felt his cock hitting the back wall of her womb. Slowly he picked up momentum as he continued to suck on her nipples. He held himself back until he could feel her reaching her second orgasm. He then let go shooting his seed deep into her. She quaked to her second orgasm at the same time and as their bodies were both shuddering together he pulled her close and held her tight. “Mmmmmmm“, she thought. “This is definitely part of love making I missed.” Then she blushed when it suddenly hit her that she had just made love to a complete stranger. Larry felt the heat go through her as she blushed and feeling a bit guilty himself that they had rushed into it with no thought of protection said to her; “Hell Fran that was beautiful but I am sorry I rushed and never gave protection a thought.” “That’s ok hun,” she replied, “I could have stopped you if I wanted. I am on the pill so there should be no problem.” They continued to lay in the sun, snuggling as their wet undergarments lay over a nearby bush drying. Fran asked him if he had planned any more trips in the area. “Are you offering to be my guide?” he asked her playfully. Fran lifter her hand so that the palm faced the sun and replied in a serious voice, “Well I do know the area like the back of my hand.” Then she burst into the giggles. He looked at her, smiled and then gently kissed her on the lips. Fran groaned, her nipples hardening and she leaned into him and kissed him back with more passion. Her hands went around his back and she pulled him towards her again. “But this time,” he thought to himself, “it will not be a frenzied rush.” He wanted to explore every part of her beautiful body. He pushed her back gently. Kissing her lips tenderly. He took her hand away from his hard cock and putting her fingertips to his mouth, he licked, sucked and kissed each finger and her thumb, not missing one before taking her other hand. He then did the same not stopping until he got to her palm. He kissed the centre of her palm and her hand involuntarily closed gently over his face, holding his kiss as tremors of delight ran through her body. He opened her hand and gently with the tip of his tongue he licked across her palm, over her wrist, up the inside of her forearm till he reached the crook in her elbow. He stopped to kiss it there softly then with a little tongue. Fran was by this time writhing with desire and yearning to touch him but every time she put her hand on him, he would take it off. It was driving Fran wild. She moaned and squirmed, lifting her crotch up towards him but he continued kissing and licking up her arm to her neck and ears and then down to her breasts. Taking her right nipple in his mouth, he sucked at it gently while his tongue brushed across the tip. His hand, meanwhile, was squeezing and teasing her left nipple. Then when both her nipples were hard as rocks and she thought she could take no more without begging him to fuck her, he started to move down her belly. He licked and kissed her navel for a bit before moving lower. He kissed in the cease where her long legs met her body, moving down her inner thigh, tasting her warm salty skin. He moved further. Caressing her calves, he sucked on the toes before starting to work his way up her other leg. finally reaching her glistening wet pussy. He parted her sweet pink lips and with the very tip of his tongue, he followed the line from her clit all the way to her arsehole. Here he circled and flickered with his tongue and watched with delight as he saw her sweet tight little hole react. His tongue just gently probed it. Fran responded by pushing herself onto his tongue, her arsehole puckering. The muscles tightened trying to hold his elusive tongue. But he had moved on, with his finger taking the place of his tongue. He returned to her delightful pussy and sucked on her sweet lips for a while before gently nibbling and sucking on her hard little clit. Then going back to the entrance of her pussy, he tongue fucked, licked and sucked, teased and tickled, both inside and out until Fran could no longer lay back. She moaned to him “Oh pleasssse Larry hun. Fuck me now. I need you inside me.” Only then did he move his face away from her sweet nectar. He got her to roll over onto all fours and she pointed her bum in the air. Kneeling between her legs, he rubbed the head of his cock along the line he had licked earlier. Starting at the clit once more, his hard cock slid along through her juices across her arsehole, probing a little there but coming back to sit just at the entrance of Fran’s pulsating pussy. Larry slowly entered her, a half inch at a time. He felt her muscles contracting around his member and fought for control of himself. Fran was bucking and writhing pushing her pussy down at him trying to get more of him. But Larry took his time entering a little more each time to slide back out to the tip. Until eventually his balls rested against her clit. He pulled it out slowly again holding it just in for a few seconds. Then ramming it home, causing Fran to cry out in ecstasy. He started to fuck her harder and faster but held himself back as he wasn’t ready to stop yet. Finally when Fran came to a roisterous climax, Larry withdrew to tease her clit once more with the tip of his cock. In the meantime his hands were fondling her nipples tweaking and pinching them gently. Once he felt that she was ready again he pushed the tip of his throbbing cock slowly into her arsehole. He felt the muscles contract at first and then relax a little as he teased her clit with one hand. Slowly he entered her and at the same time he had put his index and middle finger into her dripping wet pussy. As he entered her behind, his fingers kept time and entered her cunt, slowly pushing in further and further. Until with one thrust both cock and fingers reached their destinations completely. Maintaining a steady rhythm, he fucked her in both holes at once, while he squeezed and teased her tits with his other hand. Until he felt her spurt her creamy cum all over his hand. Then finally able to let go he shot into her arse with his own hot cum. He stayed bent over her a few seconds to catch his wind before withdrawing and turning her around to hold her once again. Looking into his eyes, Fran whispered, “that was unbelievable....” “You are unbelievable” replied Larry. “You know,” said Fran, “I should feel so cheap now but I really feel this was meant to happen.” “I know exactly what you mean. Do you believe in soul mates?” he asked. “Yes” answered Fran “I think I just found mine.” And they looked into each others eyes as they lips met once more for another long passionate kiss. The Harley Riding Slave Trader Author's Foreword— This is my fourteenth submission to Literotica and my first contribution to the "Non-Consent / Reluctance" genre. Feel free to vote and comment on this latest offering, as well as visit my profile for my archive of older postings. Enjoy! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The Harley Riding Slave Trader Henry put the dipstick back where it belonged. He wiped his hands on a shoptowel as he made a mental note to put a quart of motor oil in with the tools and emergency supplies. Then he stood back and admired the lines of his classic motorcycle, smiling to himself. His ride was a pristine 1980 Harley-Davidson Electra-Glide Ultra Classic, factory equipped with a matching sidecar. His now-departed father had bought it new when Henry himself was just ten years old. Henry Senior had laid out a then-whopping $7900 for the top-of-the-line limited edition model, which only saw 289 examples sold. It was rare, it was beautiful with its cream-and-beige color scheme and Henry had flatly turned down a $65,000 cash offer for it. He believed his father's spirit lived within the old motorcycle and he would never let it go. Besides, he had more than enough money to buy Hawaii from the United States government if he chose, just to get his giggles watching lawmakers figure out how to evenly arrange the stars on the new 49-star American flag. Henry was a slave trader. It was a vast underground network to which he belonged, and his father had been a slave trader before him. He found the female slaves he traded by advertising for nude modeling. Most times his ads were answered by illiterate skanks, drug addicts looking for enough money to score their next fix, or those who weren't nearly as attractive as they liked to think. But occasionally he ran across a real jewel. Then he would have her sign a contract, have her do some modeling and post the pictures on a secret slave exchange website. The negotiations would begin when an interested bidder contacted him. It was great when he had two or more bidders interested in the same woman—bidding could get fierce. The women always protested when they discovered they had signed themselves into sexual slavery. But he merely showed them the necessary clauses in the contract they hadn't bothered to read all the way through. That contract ran fifteen pages in length and was deliberately printed in very small number six font to discourage any methodical line-by-line scrutiny. Henry always watched his latest score read through it; most stopped at page three. A few made it to page five before their eyes got tired. One very intelligent woman made it all the way to page nine. That was three years ago as he remembered, and she had drawn a very hefty some from a bidder who liked his sex slaves beautiful, intelligent, impossibly sexy—and completely broken to serve. However, the Contract of Willing Servitude was printed on pages twelve through fifteen and none had ever read a word of it before her signature was affixed. Once it was affixed, it was of course too late. Henry pulled himself back into the present and went to the cabinet where the oil was stored. He put that quart in the saddlebag and secured the lid. This was going to be a round trip of about 600 miles and there were no Harley-Davidson garages between here and his destination. He knew it would be a lot easier on himself and his cargo if he'd simply drive his Lincoln. But his father had used the Harley to make and receive deliveries to and from Torch, and there was no reason not to follow in his footsteps. With the Harley prepped and ready, he went into the house to fetch his cargo. Her name was Melissa—but he never addressed her by name. She was in her late twenties and utterly magnificent. She had the striking hourglass figure men love, nice and firm breasts, and nicely toned and tapered legs that just wouldn't quit. But as a natural redhead with long and thick tresses that flowed all the way down to her award-winning ass, Melissa also had a temper that just wouldn't quit. Her expressive hazel eyes flashed angry indignation every time he interacted with her. Maybe she didn't like being ball-gagged at all times, except to eat and suck his cock. Maybe she didn't like having her hands bound behind her back 23 hours and 30 minutes a day. Maybe she didn't like the way he kept her naked at all times. Maybe she didn't like the way he admired her lush and freckled body, or spread her legs and fucked her at will. Maybe a lot of things. But Henry had to have her broken to serve and fully trained before her new Master took delivery of her in three months. He had a 97% satisfaction rating on the secret slave exchange website and he wanted it to stay that way. However, Melissa was proving quite difficult. He had spent just over two months trying to gentle her into the submissive mindset his client expected. Her new Master had already put down a $250,000 deposit on her and men of his lofty status were not denied. His client was the sort of man who made Tony Soprano look like an erstwhile choirboy; one did not cross him—whether by accident or design—and expect to remain breathing for long. Hence the road trip. Henry was delivering Melissa to Torch. He went into the room where Melissa was kept. She looked up, her eyes full of fire as he released the padlocked leather ankle cuff keeping her attached to the bed. "Time to go, slave," he said as he pulled her to her feet. She snarled something but the sound was rendered inarticulate by the huge ball gag plugging her mouth. Rule number eight specified there would be no attempt to speak while gagged—and the beautiful flame-haired fox just wouldn't catch a clue. So he had put the biggest ball gag he had on her; Melissa's lower jaw was just an eighth-inch away from becoming dislocated. Henry looped his arm around one of hers and guided the struggling and naked Melissa through the house. She fought him with every ounce of her strength. He had managed a little bit of progress in her training; she no longer tried to defend herself by kicking. Four hours of ferocious-yet-fruitless struggling to get away from a very deeply imbedded crotch rope had cured her of that! Henry guessed she thought they were going down to the basement dungeon for yet another training session, so she fought him every step of the way. Melissa would have gone with him willingly, humbly and thankfully if she could know what Torch had planned for her. Henry guided her into the garage. He released her to reach for something—and as soon as his attention was diverted, she darted for the door. She frantically searched for the doorknob by feel since her arms were bound behind her. The knob would not turn; the house was secure for the road trip. The only way out was through the roll-up door, and she could neither get to the activation button or the remote control clipped on the Harley's fairing in time. Henry caught her and dragged her struggling, snarling and naked body to the Harley. He bent her over the sidecar and soundly spanked her with a wood dowel that had been lying nearby. Her freckled and shapely ass was quickly decorated with fifteen red lines made by the swiftly swung dowel as Melissa screeched and wailed into her oversize ball gag. Then he pulled her upright by her fine red ponytail, where she defiantly met his gaze with blazing hatred in her hazel eyes. "I had hoped I wouldn't need the control rod," he snarled, angry over her escape attempt. "But it seems you leave me no choice. Just remember slave—you brought what's going to happen on yourself!" He towed her to a workbench and looped a rope around her shoulders. Then it was tossed up and over the roll-up door's guide tracks and secured so Melissa wouldn't fall. The portable air compressor was pulled out from under a cabinet and her left ankle was tied to its handle. Keeping her foot elevated meant her legs were open and her pussy exposed. Henry went into the house. In a moment, he returned carrying a shaft. Melissa looked at it; the thing looked heavy by the way he handled it. She couldn't be sure but it looked like it had been sheathed in a condom. "This is my control rod," he told her conversationally. "It's almost six inches in length and is three inches in diameter. Since it's made of lead, it weighs about thirteen pounds." He smiled wickedly. "It goes in your pussy." Melissa looked horrified and started to struggle viciously. Six inches was much too deep for vaginal penetration. Likewise, three inches of diameter would displace her to the extreme, and the weight of it would be very difficult to tolerate! Her vagina would get very tired, very quickly. He stepped forward to insert it. Melissa struggled with much frantic aggression while defending herself by kicking at him with her free leg, momentarily supporting herself on the air compressor. She landed four good and solid hits when he responded by slapping her pussy. "Hold still!" he snapped. The slap and its sting startled her; he had never done that before. Melissa glared at him with murderously hateful fury, breathing hard as he bent forward again to insert it. Melissa felt it invade her and she instinctively but unwillingly flexed her pelvis in an attempt to accommodate it. It was by far the largest thing she'd ever had inside her. The blunt end touched her cervix and she flexed her pelvis over and over again, trying to find it a comfortable position. Meanwhile, Henry fetched a length of rope. He quickly folded it in half, looped it around her waist and fashioned a T-shaped crupper rope. The portion of rope running fore and aft between her pussy lips and buttocks was routed through a hole cast into the outer end of the control rod before tying it off. The crupper crotch rope was snug but not punishing; there was no possible way she could expel it with her vaginal muscles. A small part of her liked the displacement, but its weight was horribly hard to tolerate. She hoped he would remove it sooner than later. He guided her over to the sidecar, amused by the way Melissa instinctively walked on tiptoe because of the heavy shaft trapped in her cunt. "By the way," he said as he readied a blindfold, "it's covered with three condoms so you won't get lead-contact poisoning." He grinned. "You're welcome." Melissa glowered at him, sullen and unamused as Henry noticed a lot of the fire had disappeared from her eyes. Maybe I should've used the shaft on her sooner, he thought. He helped her step into the sidecar and sit down. She watched as he fastened a non-factory seat belt over her lap; he watched as she squirmed around in a desperate hunt for a comfortable position. "I see my control rod has taken a lot of your combativeness away," he observed, his tone dry. She made no comment as he then buckled a set of leather restraint cuffs to her ankles. Melissa wondered where they were going—not that it mattered. A naked woman in a motorcycle sidecar would certainly be noticed before they got to the end of the block. Somebody would surely call the police and she would be freed, while Henry was tossed in the hoosegow! Her hopes of that were dashed when he spread a leather windtarp over the sidecar. He slid it down, put her head through the hole and snapped each of the thirty snaps to hold the edges to the body. Melissa was completely covered from the neck down. Still, she didn't worry. Somebody should be alarmed to see a sidecar passenger with a huge red ball gag in her mouth! The last of her hopes for discovery by a passerby disappeared when she saw Henry made a full-coverage helmet ready. It was one of those expensive models shaped like a bell with a four-inch-tall slot to see through. The plastic visor over the slot was tinted quite dark. Melissa didn't offer much resistance as he blindfolded her and settled the helmet into place. He stood back and looked her over. Only two inches of her neck and some of her red hair were visible. The black leather blindfold worked in combination with the darkly tinted visor; no one could tell she was blindfolded without getting right up close. There was no way for the casual observer to tell the sidecar carried a naked, restrained, ball-gagged and blindfolded woman intended to be some billionaire's sex slave. Satisfied, Henry pressed the button on the remote and the garage door started up. The Harley was started. The classic Electra-Glide gently rocked fore-and-aft as the 80-cubic-inch Shovelhead V-Twin engine warmed up, making that wonderfully traditional Harley sound in the process. After three minutes, Henry squeezed the clutch lever and stepped on the shifter. The transmission went into first gear with the Harley-typical crunch/bang. He eased the clutch out and drove the beautiful classic motorcycle into the sunshine. He stopped in the driveway, punched the door remote again and watched in the rear view mirror as the door rolled down. Satisfied that the safety device would make it roll back up again, Henry eased the clutch out and motored sedately down the street. Neighborhood kids waved as they cruised by. Soon they were southbound on the Interstate. Henry paid attention to traffic as Melissa paid attention to the shaft buried deep in her nest. It pressed relentlessly on her cervix and was most uncomfortable! Every little bump and ripple in the road caused it to lurch upward within her. She rocked her hips side-to-side every so often, trying to get the weight to let her have a moment's peace. The shaft had sapped a lot of her strength and will to resist; it was quite tiring just to have the thing sit inside her. Henry glanced at the helmet now and then as the miles rolled by. His human cargo didn't look left or right; no surprise since she was blindfolded behind the tinted visor. She also didn't struggle against her restraints to keep from angering the heavy shaft impaling her. He would feel any of her struggles telegraphing through the Harley if she made any—yet she made none. Henry smiled to himself, making a mental note to tell Torch of his discovery. They stopped for gas two hours later. Henry had a bottled water and a Hostess apple pie, but there was no way to provide for Melissa without being discovered. The refueling stop lasted just ten minutes before setting off for the next leg. Melissa heard cars and trucks going by but saw none of them. Rescue had been a mere three feet away more times than she could count, but she could do nothing to make a signal for help. She knew she could struggle with every muscle she had in the hopes of making the Harley-Davidson sway around in the traffic lane. This might give a cop reason to think Henry was driving while intoxicated and pull them over. Her stepdad had been a motorcycle buff and she knew this machine and its sidecar weighed about 900 pounds, and there was no way she could exert enough struggling force to deflect their path. Besides, the lead dildo would surely make its displeasure known if she tried. They arrived at their hotel. It was located on a section of historic Route 66 and had been in business since the early 1930s. It had been a "no-tell motel" back in the day, which had a single-car garage attached to each bungalow. Men stepping out on their wives could—and did—drive right into their unit's garage to keep snoopy eyes away. As such, Henry could take his naked sex slave trainee into their room without being noticed. He tied her to the toilet so she could take care of her business before ordering take-out Chinese from a local delivery joint. Henry fed her as he ate his own meal; Melissa pleaded between bites for the removal of the shaft. The pleading was ignored and she became more and more insistent. Finally, he picked up her ball gag and wordlessly glared at her, his meaning obvious. Melissa decided to silence herself before he did it for her. At nine o'clock, Henry ordered her to her knees for his pre-bedtime blowjob. She performed better than expected, hoping he would be impressed enough to finally remove the weighty shaft bedeviling her pussy. It had been lodged inside her for better than seven hours. Henry climaxed, Melissa swallowed it down without hesitation and licked him clean, per standing orders. He was indeed impressed, so he rewarded her by letting her have a rinse of mouthwash before putting her ball gag back in place. Then he secured her spread-eagle to the bed as Melissa watched with fervent hopefulness—she needed that damned shaft taken out of her slot! Her hopes were dashed when Henry climbed into the other bed and settled in. He was asleep within twenty minutes. Melissa slept restlessly, however, annoyed and tormented by the heavy shaft. Her vaginal muscles were instinctively trying to expel the invader and were very sore; she was ready to walk over glowing coals if that was what he needed to agree to remove it! They got up at eight the next morning. Henry tied her to the toilet again as he prepared the Harley for that day's travels. Melissa again requested the control rod's removal between bites of their breakfast, doing so with great respect in her tone and demeanor. Her words merely reminded him that he's forgotten to gag her again after breakfast. The huge red ball gag was eased into her mouth and the black strap buckled snugly under her fiery red ponytail. He ignored the wounded look in her eyes as he secured her within the sidecar. They set off. The sun shone brightly as the classic Harley ran flawlessly. An hour later, they turned off the Interstate and headed south. They were in the very flat and desolate plains of western Texas and there was literally not another soul for miles. They motored down the lonely road at forty miles per hour. Finally, Henry saw a white speck in the distance. He smiled; Torch was right on time and right where he should be. It took ten minutes to arrive at the white speck, a used Ford Aerostar delivery minivan. The painted-over logo of a defunct catering service could be seen if viewed from a certain angle. Henry wheeled up to within fifteen feet of it. A lanky man climbed out as Henry shut down the V-Twin. The men shook hands. Then Henry took the other man to the sidecar and removed Melissa's helmet and blindfold. "Oh man!" Torch breathed, impressed. "I love redheads, man. They're rare, beautiful and such a challenge!" Henry was helping her up as Torch was speaking. "This one will indeed give you a challenge. I had to use the control rod on her." He gestured for Melissa to put her foot on the upper rim of the sidecar. Torch watched as the crupper crotch rope was untied and the control shaft withdrawn from her pussy. Having been entombed in her nest for twenty-four hours that she knew of, Melissa sighed with grateful relief. She was led over to the minivan. "Got a familiar face here ready for her new Master," said Torch as he opened the read doors. Henry and Melissa looked inside. Restrained to a metal folding chair bolted to the cargo area's floor was a beautiful mid-twenties brunette woman. Her eyes were dark brown and nicely large, her breasts were full and firm, and her flesh nicely toned and suntanned. She was also ball-gagged and naked, but she did not look annoyed, scared or worried about her fate as Melissa did. Torch hopped in and released her from the chair. She climbed down with Henry's help since her arms were held behind her back in a full-length leather single sleeve. "It's good to see you again, Marissa," Henry said happily as Torch removed her ball gag. "And it's good to see you again too, sir," said Marissa with respect, her Southern honey-child accent making Henry's cock twitch. "I missed you." Henry traced his fingertips over a breast as he pulled down his zipper with the other hand. "Show me how much." The Harley Riding Slave Trader Marissa promptly dropped to her knees and took his swelling member into her mouth without hesitation. Melissa watched how the brunette suckled it while looking up at Henry with undisguised adoration in her eyes. Meanwhile, Henry reflected upon the last time he had ordered a blowjob from the brunette. She vehemently refused with every last fiber of her being—hence his need to deliver her to Torch for more intensive training. Her lessons were well learned, however, and she was now the good, docile and faithful sex slave her new Master expected. Her deposit had been $175,000 and the balance due upon delivery would be a cool $400,000. Henry orgasmed and she swallowed it down. She kept his satisfied and wilting penis in her mouth until specifically ordered to let it go, per the requirements of her new Master. He stroked her hair and nodded; Marissa turned his cock loose and bowed her head submissively—just as she had been trained. Melissa was a bit disgusted by the brunette's submissive demeanor and wondered if the lanky guy was going to train her to act in a similar fashion. She thought it would surely be a cold day on the surface of the sun when she would bow / kneel / yield to a man like that! The redhead did notice, however, that Marissa wore her nudity and submissiveness like an expensive evening gown. She appeared completely at ease being exposed and vulnerable to the men's every sexual whim. Torch and Henry secured the struggling and snarling Melissa to the folding chair in the minivan as Marissa, still kneeling where she'd been, watched without comment. She had a look of pity in her eyes that the to-her unknown natural redhead had to be broken as she had been. Marissa reflected that her breaking in had been harsh and even cruel at times—until she made up her mind to embrace her new Master's specifications with all her heart. Once that epiphany had been made, her training became vastly easier. She hoped the redhead would make her own epiphany sooner than later as Torch would torment and torture her relentlessly until she did. That seemed likely, however, given the natural redhead's typical temperament. Henry stowed the control shaft out of the way and helped Marissa into the sidecar. She was restrained more completely, shrouded, gagged again, blindfolded and helmeted in short order. Henry gave Torch a five-inch tall stack of $100 bills for the training performed on Marissa and they exchanged handshakes again. Each man then mounted up their respective vehicle and fired up their engines. The Aerostar minivan headed south as Henry brought the Harley-Davidson Electra Glide Ultra Classic about and headed east again for home. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Copyright © 2008 by the author John W. Adams, Jr. All right reserved.