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I live in the "good" part of the city, but I've heard talk about all the scary things that go on in the poorer section of town. As a single guy in my twenties trying to be successful in a new career, I was determined to keep my nose clean and climb the ladder of success so I could marry sweet Sue and we could build a life together.

 

Susan was maybe the best thing that ever happened to me. With my parents both gone after a tragic accident a few years ago, meeting Sue shortly after she'd moved into the city was a real blessing as we seemed to click as first friends and then lovers in a mutual loving bond. Beautiful as the newborn day, Sue's perfect 36-24-36 body and flawless face complimented her sweet personality to create a perfect package I fell in love with instantly.

 

Working long hours for that overtime money to put towards my future dreams, one day I dozed off on the bus and when I woke up I was in the depot at the end of the line, in the bad section of town. Not wanting to spend the money on cab fare home, I wandered out onto the street looking for a bus stop to get back to my neighborhood. Suddenly I heard the roar of motorcycle engines as I was crossing the avenue, and in the next moment I was surrounded by a gang of bikers riding in tight circles around me. Oh no!

 

I froze in fear where I stood, and as I looked at the leather-suited riders I suddenly realized all of them were women. Omigod, this was the feared motorcycle club of young women I'd read about, the Brutal Biker Bitches! I clutched my briefcase to my chest in terror as the big bikes roared around me in circles, pleading for mercy. It was probably not a good idea to show my fear so openly and beg them to leave me alone like a coward, but I was terrified, and when the rider who looked like the leader of the pack slowed her bike and began to ride right at me I instinctively dropped to my knees and pleaded for mercy.

 

WHAM! The leather-clad biker raised her booted foot off her motorcycle peg as she slowly rode past me, and I was so mesmerized as I stared at her sexy muscular thigh outlined in her skintight leather pants I didn't focus on her filthy black booted sole until she smashed it right into my face!

Flying backwards, I remember only blackness closing in on me as I passed out.

 

When I awoke, it took a few moments to realize where I was and what was going on, but when I did new waves of fear washed over me as I struggled in vain. I was tightly strapped face-up on the seat of the monster motorcycle the head biker bitch was riding, with her perfect leather-clad ass securely seated on my face - mumph!

 

Tied as tightly as I was, my struggles were all in vain as we roared down the streets. Only when we pulled up to a rough bar on the edge of town and my rider finally swung her leg up and over her bike, lifting her smothering ass off my features flattened from her heavy bouncing butt was I able to gasp a lung full of life-giving air - ahhhh! I started crying in fear as I began to voice sniveling pleas for my release while I looked up at her, but stopped as I saw her smile widen at my obvious terror. "Cut the whinin' wimp, you'll have plenty of time to beg and plead when we get back to the club house, but I don't want ya to make a racket out here while we're inside havin' a few brews", she said with a sneer. A few of the other female bikers were laughing at how flattened my face looked, and the leader who rode my face snickered in agreement as she remarked that my facial features made for good "shock absorbers"!

 

When I started bawling again this vicious young woman pulled a greasy rag from her back pocket with one hand and reached down to my face with her other hand. Grabbing my nose with her strong fingers and pinching my nostrils closed painfully, I opened my mouth to scream in pain and got the filthy rag shoved in - Argh, umph! With my arms bound tightly to my sides I was completely helpless to resist, and I felt my face flush red with shame as the other female bikers surrounding us laughed and mocked me before they all walked away towards the bar entrance.

 

After what seemed like an eternity while I lay helpless strapped face-up on the motorcycle seat and listened to the laughter and partying going on inside the bar, the young women bikers came back out to their bikes. They all seemed happier and more relaxed, and I realized with feelings of terror that they'd all probably been drinking and doing who knows what else, making my situation even more dangerous! Sure enough, the leader of the pack sauntered up to the bike I was tied to and grabbed a corner of the rag that she'd stuffed in my mouth, ripping it out suddenly with one powerful yank. Before I could utter one word, she held her finger up to her lips in a gesture silencing me.

 

Remaining obediently silent out of fear, my terror grew as she went on to explain in a mock-serious tone that I was being given a chance to audition - as her wimp-ass seat cushion! "That's wimp-ass as in what you are, and seat cushion as in the function your face is gonna fulfill so's I don't bruise my butt on these bumpy roads, heh heh!" she said happily. The other young ladies gathered around us roared with laughter as the luscious leather-clad leader stood over me looking down at my fearful form bound helpless on her bike, and earnestly explained my functions.

 

"It's really simple, wimp-ass, you just keep your face straight up under my ass so that your cheeks cushion my butt cheeks and your nose nestles deep between 'em. That should be pretty easy for you, but here's a specialized function you gotta remember: each time I rest my weight on my foot pegs to raise my butt for when I ride over a bumpy or rough patch, or any time my ass is off your face for any reason, I wanna see your lips pursed in a pucker, like you're just waiting with a big ol' worshiping kiss for my precious ass t come back down on your face, which it definitely will, ha ha ha!" Oh dear, I thought, this vicious vixen along with her gang of brazen bitches have kidnaped me and turned me into her human seat cushion, and she knows I'm too terrified to resist - what will become of me? "Hey wimp, my ass is off your face, forgetting your functions already?" she suddenly said as she looked down at me with a threatening expression, and I quickly formed my lips into a pucker as my fear dictated my compliance. Then my fear turned to terror as I heard her fateful command to the others: "let's go girls, straddle up!"

  

  

  
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