“Please let me go to the bathroom!” Sharon
gasped, but Tara just snarled and slapped
viciously at the secretary’s Unclad tits. Her tits
bounced painfully all over Sharon’s chest, and
the left one showed a palm print. She bit her
lower lip to keep from screaming out as straps
were buckled across her legs, abdomen, and
Then her feet were clamped onto the pedals
and her hands locked onto the handlebars,
finishing the job of binding the Unclad s*x
slave firmly into place. She was perched there,
trembling, sure that something terrible was
about to take place.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked,
feeling, terribly vulnerable and alone. Once
again, she was completely bound and totally at
the mercy of others, and her fear was growing
by leaps and bounds.
“Because you’re going to exercise whether you
want to or not,” Tara said. “There’s a gauge
down there in front and, in spite of how much
you whine and moan like a B***h dog, you’re
going to ride this thing the equivalent of five
When Tara moved back, Sharon glanced down.
Sure enough, there was a gauge down beyond
her knees. She had ridden exercise bicycles
before and she knew that, if they didn’t have
the resistance set too tight, she could make
the five miles with ease.
Tentatively Sharon pushed at the pedals. The
tension was set way down, so Sharon knew
there would be no problem pedaling five miles.
She resolved herself to getting it over with as
soon as she could, so she pushed down again
with her left foot.
“Oh!” she squeaked when something jamed
hard into her pussyslit. It felt like the head of a
horribly thick Joystick. Her feet immediately
stopped on the pedals, and she sat there
trembling with confusion.
“Get to pedaling, B***h!” Tara hissed up at the
The other young woman, her bald Kittycat
showing through the open crotch of her leather
garment, crossed her arms across her Unclad
tits and smiled a wicked smile.
“But something punched me in my Kittycat!”
Sharon exclaimed. “I don’t know what would
do that to me!”
?“Did we forget to tell you about that?” Tara
asked, an evil smile on her face; “Every bit of
you needs to be exercised so the bicycle has a
built-in dildo to ream out your cunt! We want
that little Kittycat of yours to be real strong so
it can squeeze down on a prick or tongue!”
“Oh, no!” Sharon moaned, squeezing her eyes
shut. Her cunthole was already bruised and
tender, and it didn’t need any more beating
from a phony Joystick, she knew that the
claim about exercising it was just a way to
“Stop being such a frightened little B***h!”
Tara snarled at Sharon. “The Bleeping thing is
greased! The bicycle keeps it oiled up as long
as you pedal, so it won’t tear your pretty little
“Yeah,” the assistant said. “The dildo for your
Kittycat is just as slippery as the other one
that’s going to F**K your Buttocks!”
Sharon’s eyes popped open in surprise. She
stared at the other young woman. But, before
there was a chance to sort out the words, Tara
grabbed one of Sharon’s Tips in each of her
hands. Her fingers bit severely into both of the
tit-mounds, then her wrists turned to twist
savagely on the tits.
“Aaargh!” Sharon cried.
Her tits felt as if they were being ripped from
her chest. The pain was so intense that it sent
the gripping agony clear up through her
shoulders, neck and jaws.
“Pedal, B***h!” Tara hissed. “If you don’t, I’m
going to tear these Unclad tits off and stuff
them in your mouth, then make you eat them
It was a choice of terrible pains, but at least
Sharon’s cunt and asshole wets built for
penetration. There was absolutely nothing to
relieve the horrible agony now ravaging her tits
so reluctantly; her feet began to slowly move.
The aid of the dildo returned from the scat and
brutally pushed into her cunt. The cockhead
was centered on her tiny cunthole, and the
thick prick shoved its way inside. Thankfully,
Tara had been telling the truth when she said it
was heavily greased. The grease paved the way
into her Kittycat, and it kept the thick shaft
from hurting her aching Kittycat.
After reaching clear to the deep end, the phony
prick began sliding out of Sharon’s cunthole.
When the swollen cockhead dropped back into
the seat, turning her pussylips free, a terrible
new pressure began centering on her tiny
Sharon could feel the point of the phony
cockhead about to Molest up her shiner, but
there remained the horrible torture of Tara’s
hands ripping at her tits. Her asshole was no
longer virgin, and Sharon knew that it could
stretch open for a prick, so, groaning deeply,
she continued to turn the pedals while the
thick dildo F***ed painfully up her Buttocks.
The dildo was long, reaching clear up so her
guts before it began to descend, and Sharon
gritted her teeth from the sensation of her
shithole. Finally, the lewd, Bleeping dildo
moved out of her guts and back down into the
seat, only to be replaced instantly by its cunt-
spearing rubber companion.
Sharon’s feet moved at an agonizingly slow
pace. It would take a long time to ride five
miles, but at least it made the cunt-Bleeping
and assrape as gentle as it could be. When
Sharon was well into a slow rhythm, Tara
released her tortured tits and backed away to
stand in front of the exercise bicycle.
“Umph! Umph! Umph!” Sharon grunted as her
cunt and asshole were F***ed.
“You’re going to have to ride faster than that,
B***h!” Tara snarled. “We’re not going to stand
down here all night while you ride a slow five
Sharon tried to make her legs move faster, but
each time she did, the fake cocks painfully
hammered into her asshole and Kittycat. The
torture was more than she could stand, so she
immediately slowed down to a pace less
painful, and continued to slowly pedal phony
cocks up her cunthole and shitter.
“I guess we’re going to have to give her some
incentive,” Tara said as she watched the
tortured young woman. “We can’t have a lazy
B***h like this ruining our secretarial staff!”
?“Can I do it?” the lusty young assistant
She appeared to be so excited that she almost
pissed down the insides of her legs.
“Be my guest!” The older woman laughed at
her assistant’s excitement and moved out of
The younger woman scurried over and stood in
front of the bicycle as Sharon continued to
slowly pedal. The assistant reached down into
a cabinet built in the front of the bicycle’s base
and extracted two long wires tipped by
alligator clips. She held them up toward
Sharon’s Unclad tits, opening the sharp metal
“Noooo,” the bound, Unclad secretary said
when she opened her eyes.
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