This is the tale of a T girl forced to become a biker broad. It gets heavy and violent, contains B&D and sex. All is not black and blue – there is a very happy ending for my little heroine, Jewel gets her rewards in the end. – Karen Anne Summerfield

  

Biker's Broad

by

Karen Anne Summerfield

Writing as

Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire

γ May 2003

  

Part I

  

"Come on, Julie, don't be such a spoil sport," Big Mike coaxed. "It will be fun for all of us. My sister has been dying to do take a long trip ever since she got her bike. Ron and I want you to come."

"We've all talked it over and, with or without you, we're going to ride out to the coast, taking our time, then explore it from north to south for awhile."

Julie fidgeted with the short skirt, apron and petticoats, arranging and smoothing them about her hips nervously. It had not been the private evening she'd planned alone with her spouse and mistress.

"Julie, I want to do this with my brothers," Tara stated firmly.

"Look, you've told me that you had a fantasy of being taken out on a date by a guy. Here's your chance to be with two great guys and you'll not have to worry about something happening with some stranger.

"It was more than a bit of a shock to have your brothers pull up while I was dressed like this, Ta … Mistress. Now you expect me to go on this trip as one of their dates? It's a bit much!" Tara just grinned at the maid.

*****

The gorgeous black velvet maid's uniform had arrived from England with its taffeta accessories earlier that week and Julie couldn't wait to wear it. That Saturday, she'd corseted tightly and done her very best to look great. A private candlelit dinner had been planned and prepared when the unmistakable sound of the two big Harley's turned and rumbled up their driveway to stop in front of the garage. She'd hoped that the men wouldn't see her hurry to reach the house after fetching the mail, but her ankle chain and six-inch heels make that impossible. Ron had easily caught the terrified maid and spun her about to face one of her brother-in-laws, Mike Rizzuto.

"Hey, little maid, what's the hurry?" the nearly three hundred pound man asked. Recognition flooded his face with a huge grin.

"Don't hurt her, brother," Mike said, "hold her around the waist. I think our little sister would be very upset if you hurt her sissy husband," Ron turned her about to look for himself and started to laugh too. Julie was blushing with embarrassment and wanted to cry as much as she wanted to be invisible.

"You are a pretty little pretty, that's for sure. Love your perfume." No details from the low neckline exposing real breasts to her shapely legs were hidden. Holding the chain under her chin, Ron stoked her cheek then kissed her full, red lips before leading her by it back into the house.

*****

Julie, having calmed considerably from her earlier shock of being caught and her inability to conceal the truth of her secret any longer, had served the two brothers and their sister the meal she'd prepared for just her self and her mistress. After cleaning up the kitchen, Tara had told her to kneel next to her chair while the proposal unfolded.

Her long-lashed eyes dared between the men. "Whose date am I expected to be?" the maid hesitantly asked. As Joe, Julie had got along well enough with both of her spouse's brothers. Big Mike owned a Harley dealership and fit the image. Ron, nearly half his younger brother's weight, was a clean-shaven surgeon.

"I'll take her, if you don't object, Mikey," Ron offered.

"You fancy the little sissy, huh?" Big Mike replied with a grin.

"Hold up!" Tara was emphatic. "Both of you … stop it! Julie is not a sissy!

"She's a girl and neither of you understand that. Now stop it!" Big Mike chuckled, drained the beer and crushed the can.

"Get me another, maid," he tossed the empty at the maid; Julie's wrist chains prevented her from catching the accurate pass with her white, satin-gloved hands. After putting on her pretty new uniform, Tara had locked on her set of 'working chains' then placed the only keys in the 'time safe'; it would be midnight before these could be retrieved to unlock them. The maid's twelve-inch wrist chain passed through a three-inch ring that could easily move up and down on the chain connecting her steel collar to her twelve-inch hobble and was free to slide, side to side too. The vertical chain was tight when she stood straight and her feet were spread to their limit.

Retrieving the empty from the floor, Julie rose, curtseyed and left the room. Tara had trained her submissive husband very well; her tray bore refills for all three.

"Kneel," Tara pointed, Julie dutifully did so in the middle of the room where Tara had pointed once the drinks had been properly served.

"OK, whose date is she going to be?" Tara asked.

"I'll take her," Ron answered.

"Not so fast, little brother. We'll flip for her," Mike removed a silver dollar. Delighted on seeing Julie's look of dismay, Tara snatched the coin from his hand.

"I'll flip. Don't look so sad, Julie. Two great guys find you very attractive.

"Heads it's Mike – tails you're Ron's," she said.

"Tails," she hopefully guessed in a whisper, more fearful of her bigger brother-in-law.

All of them moved closer to the spinning disk as it settled on the floor. "Your lucky day, Julie, tails it is," Tara grinned.

Big Mike started to laugh and slapped his brother hard on the back. "She'll look great chained to your bike, little brother." Julie wasn't the only one who had a secret until then; Dr. Ronald Rizzuto was into bondage play in a big way.

"You expect me to be a biker's broad for a few months and riding on the back of his motorcycle, Mistress?" the submissive hesitantly asked for the confirmation she knew wasn't necessary.

"Yes," was Tara's terse reply. "But not just riding on his Hog. Ron gets to decide how his broad is going to look and how you'll behave. He's my permission to use you any way he wants."

In part, Julie wasn't anything close to being as upset as she had pretended to be. She loved to be dominated by Tara and this adventure was already exciting her, but she was fearful of just what was meant by him, 'using her any way he wanted'. Sex didn't even cross her mind.

*****

Big Mike and Ron had rode up together, early on the morning of departure. Wearing a satin robe over one of her corsets, Julie greeted them at the door with a curtsey. "Good morning, gentlemen. Come in please?"

"Love the hair, Julie," Mike commented. Though a naturally dark brunette, her bra-length mane was now nearly snow white, platinum blonde with intentionally dark roots. The color, or lack of it, combined with the sexy dark eye makeup and glistening red lips she'd been told to apply to give her a very 'cheap' and slutty look appropriate to her new status. Ron had started to play a very active role in Julie's life once his sister had confided a lot of details about the submissive's real personality to her oldest brother.

The first orders Ron had given had provided incentive for Julie to willingly participate in many of the preparations though quite a few important details had been withheld. Ron wanted the girl with him to show off, more correctly – be shown off, and the first order of business in that regard was to have her breasts enlarged, something Julie had always dreamed of having done. While she was on the table, he also reworked her nose and enhanced her lips. The breast enhancement had been thoroughly discussed and agreed to, facial reconstruction had not, but once it had healed, she was thrilled with her new look. She was less than thrilled with just how much her breasts had been enhanced. They'd comfortably filled C cup bras before; after the surgery Julie had to find a source for GG sized ones. Over her permanently erect nipples and protruding aureoles, another feature she'd not agreed to, the girl taped over sixty inches.

Though she like her cute little nose, Julie hated what had been done to her lips; relaxed her much fuller lips were parted with a smile and showed a bit of her upper teeth as if she was puckered to kiss, or use them for something else.

The vacation had been thoroughly planned out over the intervening months. While not happy with the upcoming ordeal, Julie had been given no choice nor any knowledge about her role in it. She was Ron's, to do with as he wished for the next three months. She wasn't even going to have her choice about what she'd wear.

Still, it excited her and she was looking forward to it with great enthusiasm.

After greeting their sister, Ron took Julie to the bedroom to get her dressed, as he wanted her that day.

"Remove your robe, please?" When she undid the sash, he asked her to remove the thong too.

"Please?" Julie wasn't happy about being seen naked by him, but realized that was being silly. Her brother-in-law was a surgeon and he had been the one to recently put her under the knife. She'd nothing to hide that he'd literally, not seen before. Totally embarrassed, especially by the small size displayed on her bald crotch, Julie tried to cover there with her hands.

He smiled, "Here put this on." From the carryall he'd brought in, Ron handed her a heavy contraption of polished stainless steel, edged in black rubber. Though she'd never touched one before, Julie knew exactly what it was and even that Neo Steel had made it in Germany.

After examining it for a few moments, she looked up. "I think I'll need help putting this on, Ron." While not wanting her sex securely locked up, Julie was still excited about having it fitted to her as evinced the small erection her body attempted to have in response.

"How's it feel?" Ron asked after helping her fit it.

"Tight," she giggled. With the long red nails she'd gotten at the beauty salon the previous afternoon, Julie adjusted the chastity belt into the least uncomfortable position through her crotch then positioned the rear chains across her cheeks so they were symmetrical. Most CB's don't have a cheek-spreading back strap hugging the tailbone plus the ass chains that hers did; in fact, those on Julie's new panty had a pair of them creasing each cheek.

"What's next?" she smiled when she turned from the mirror.

With sheer black pantyhose sheathing her legs and their prominent seams straight, Julie pulled on the black knee boots. Ron laced them snug.

"I like the metal D-rings in place of eyelets." Julie commented as he worked. She was about to stand to test the height of their heels, higher than the six-inch ones she often wore.

"Wait a sec' until I fit your cuffs." Ron asked for her to pass him the bag on the bed.

"Cuffs?" Julie giggled. "Was Mikey serious when he said I'm going to be chained to your bike?"

"Yup!" The ankle cuffs were black leather with a chrome chain, like on stirrups under the arch of the seven-inch heeled boots. They'd a D-ring on the outside of her ankle and another next to the locking buckles on the insides.

"Here, put this on." The long-sleeved pullover top was bright red. In large white script, screened diagonally on its back was printed, 'Hot Jewel'.

"Don't I get a bra?" she hesitantly asked.

"No," he answered with a smile. Ron stood with her leather micro skirt as she smoothed the tight elastic knit up her arms and adjusted the very low-cut scooped neckline over her huge breasts.

"This thing is obscene," Julie joked.

"You look lovely."

The eleven-inch, black skirt had a wide belt threaded through the loops. When Julie had closed the back zip, Ron snugged the buckle so her twenty-two inch waist was emphasized and passed a padlock though it to assure that Julie couldn't remove her attire.

"Hold your hands out." Dutifully, Julie obeyed so he could place the cuffs on her wrists. "The leather is waterproof, so don't worry about them when you wash or shower."

"You're not ever going to take them off?"

"They'll be occasions, I'm sure." Once padlocked, Julie adjusted them so the D-rings were in the proper places.

"Is that it?" she asked. He pulled her dog collar from the bag.

"I've a nice jacket for you too. Hold your hair up, please?"

"Have you decided I've a new name too?" Julie read the engraved plate next to the front ring before the two-inch wide band of leather circled her slender neck.

"I decided to name you, 'Jewel'," Ron informed.

"It's too tight." Ron slipped his finger under her spiked collar to check that her circulation and breathing weren't impaired then twisted the collar to center the ring with its silver bell under her chin.

"It's fine, you'll get used to it." He helped her into the biker jacket with her name in yellow on the back.

"I suppose I have to ask you nice to take anything off?" she joked. No answer was needed. The zippers on each wrist were padlocked too, once he'd pulled them down; the front zipper didn't fully close though. The custom-made jacket, while accommodating her over-sized bosom, couldn't be closed to hide them.

"I have a nice big scarf to cover here if you get cold," Ron informed.

The purse she was handed was small. She was told to put the makeup for that morning in it along with her hairbrush and anything else that would fit. Jewel was told she have no money, credit cards or any ID in her possession, enhancing her dependency and new status. Ron captured the long thin shoulder strap under the right epaulet of the jacket with the purse low on Jewel's left hip.

"Place your wrists on your waist, Jewel." Ron held a padlock for each.

"May I have some breakfast before you lock them there, please?" He locked her right wrist to her belt.

'Most of the time, if you are permitted to use your hands, you can expect to only have one of them free. Go fix yourself something to eat. You've five minutes, Jewel." Ron checked his watch and slapped her rear hard when she turned to leave the bedroom. "Meet us outside."

While some may think all that Ron had done to his date was sadistically cruel, Jewel was delighted, despite some of the discomforts she had to endure. She loved to be dominated and Tara took pleasure in heaping it on. Jewel had never seriously considered submitting to a man. Tara had always been there for her since she'd awakened Jewel's submissive nature.

"Please lock my hand, Ron?" the girl asked when she placed it on her belt.

"Oh my, look at you, Julie," Tara was impressed. Her brother corrected the name then turned her around so the others could see all of her.

"And does your girl have a last name, Ron?" she asked.

"I've not picked one for her yet." He tied her white hair into a loose ponytail before started to fit her painted helmet. It was covered with realistic images of a girl resembling her posing in stringent bondage. Her new name was on the brow.

"Why don't you gag her first?" Brother Mike suggested. "Let her start practicing for later."

"Excellent idea." From the saddle compartment, Rod selected a penis gag. In a playful mode, Jewel parted her red lips to accept the phallus in her mouth.

"Don't worry, if you've been good, I'll cover your face when we stop for gas." He demonstrated by lowering an opaque black shield over the clear one protecting her face. Jewel was very curious why Tara started to giggle so loudly. Blinding her, the shield was black on the inside; the outside was painted with a girl's face forming a large 'O' with her mouth and winking with her left eye.

Weighing only one hundred thirty-five pounds, twenty of those in her new breasts, Ron easily picked her up.

"Spread your thighs, girl." None too gently, he deposited her on the rear seat of his Harley. Quickly her left ankle was padlocked to a staple recently welded to the frame above the peg. "Good girl," Ron patted her exposed thigh when he saw her right foot was in position. A chain from the seat held her there once it was locked to the back of her belt.

"You're all set." Her visor was raised up, out of sight. "That's how you'll ride, for now. When I tell you to get on the bike, that's how I expect you to be. Do the locks yourself if your hand is free, Jewel."

The others mounted their cycles and started the engines. Tara looked great in her new black leathers: matching jacket, fitted jeans and three-inch heeled knee boots that she wore under her pant legs. Her gloves and helmet were black too. Jewel thought of the contrasts in their attire. 'Her man had created a desirable sex object, even without the additions of her bondage, while Tara was a free woman, clearly in control. She wondered what their arrangement would be that night. Whatever they were, she doubted she'd be sharing a bed with her spouse.

Despite what he'd stated earlier, Ron unlocked both her wrists when he released Jewel from the bike and lifted her off in the lot of the roadside bar they'd selected to stop at for lunch. He unlocked her helmet and lifted it from her head.

"You can remove your gag and take it to the little girls' room where you may use the toilet, wash up, fix your hair and freshen your make up. Come to the table when you finish, Jewel." Before she moved, Ron unzipped the front of her jacket to better display her figure.

"Have a smoke, Mike. I want to give her about ten minutes alone in there."

"You're cruel, Ron," Tara joked. "They'll eat your creation alive!" Ron just grinned.

"Actually, I'm impressed with her performance, so far. She's not complained about a thing," Ron observed.

"With that rubber dick you shoved in her mouth, you hardly gave her the option," Mike stated.

Poor Jewel was in a panic. The group of bikers at the bar had surrounded her when she came out of the restroom. Her abbreviated excuse for a skirt was pushed up to her waist and one of them was kneading her ass and checking her chastity belt while two others were mauling her breasts.

Feigning anger, Ron grabbed her wrist and spun her about, causing her to lose her precarious balance.

"There you are, slut! What the fuck have I told you about flirting?" He snapped a chain leash to her collar and jerked it hard.

'Whack!' He slapped her face moderately hard. "Shut the fuck up! Next time I tell you to get us a table and order a pitcher of beer, you better fuckin' obey me!" Ron had told her nothing of the sort. He jerked her leash again and led her to a booth in the corner and shoved her down. Jewel was now a biker's broad and such was her fate.

"You didn't have to hit me so hard, Ron." Jewel said softly as she rubbed her cheek. "I figured out this game when you gave me these tits and the way you dressed me this mornin' just confirmed my guess." The arrival of the cute waitress interrupted her.

"Hi," Jewel forced a big smile. "Pitcher of Bud, please?" She passed her menu to Ron.

"What's the matter – not hungry?" he asked when the waitress left to get the beer.

"I'm starved, but I figured you'd not let me have what I wanted." She slid over closer to him, pressing her thigh into his. Her performance surprised all of them.

"You may order what you'd like, Jewel." She threaded her arm over the leash Ron was holding and accepted the offered menu with a big smile.

"You don't mind this at all, Jewel?" Mike asked.

She forced a smile and tossed head, making the bell ring. "I'm very uncomfortable and nervous as hell. I'm also very frightened."

"Frightened of what?" Tara expressed concern.

Jewel placed her forearms on the table, displaying the locked cuffs circling her wrists. "I was thrilled having all these things being done to me and given no choice about any of it. Before, I could never have left the house dressed like this and in obvious bondage. But I didn't do this to me, he did it and I was given no choice, so I don't care what people think of me.

"I'm off the track… I'm frightened somebody is going to hurt me or do something to me."

She paused to look at the two guys. "I sure the fuck hope you two are going to protect me and not let anyone do anything bad to me."

"Stop swearing like that. It's not nice and very unlike you."

"Come the fuck off it, Tara. I'm a damn biker broad and it's expected of a cunt like me." Mike started to laugh.

"She does have a point, sis. Looking like she does, it is expected. They're not ladies."

"Still I don't like it," Tara objected.

"Just go with the flow, Tara," Ron suggested.

"You said you were uncomfortable, before. What's bothering you?" Ron asked.

"I need a freakin' bra, ya asshole," Jewel was grinning. "You'd not believe how much these big mamma's dance about. If you're not gonna give me a bra, at least put me in one of my corsets that support them."

"She does have a point, bro'. I'm only a C and I can't ride without a good bra," Tara offered.

"I'll think about it for tomorrow. Anything else bothering you?"

"Yes, but I know you aren't fuckin' gonna change it."

"What, Jewel?"

"This fucking belt you locked on me to keep me from fuckin' around."

"You've got her in and anti-fuck CB?" Tara exclaimed, as she laughed. "Un-fuckin' believable!" She was getting in the mood. They all laughed, even Jewel.

"Yeah! You'd not believe what it feels like inside of it. Just wearing it makes me horny. I thought I was gonna cum when the bastard closed the lock." She turned and started to playfully beat on his shoulder with her fists. "You son-of-a-bitch! I wanna play with myself and cum, ya bastard." They were all laughing hard.

"Share the joke?" their waitress asked when she delivered their food.

"The li'l cunt's man locked her in a chastity belt," Tara answered. "She wants to play with her box, just sooooooo bad, but can't!

"That's what you get for takin' it up the ass with that big black dude at the pool hall last week, you whore," Tara was fully into the spirit of the game. Jewel stuck out her pink tongue in response.

"Careful, ya li'l bitch, or you'll get a ring through that cock licker of yours," Tara teased. Jewel just repeated the action.

After they'd settled the bill, Ron handed Tara the leash. "Take her in the girls' room to do what she has to, sis."

Once they were alone, Jewel asked the question that had bothered her much of the morning, "What are the sleeping arrangements we're going to have?"

"You sleep with Ron," Tara stated flatly.

"Are you and Mike going to sleep in the same room, Tara?" A terse, 'yes' was her answer. "Are you going to have sex with him?"

"That's none of your business. Don't ask again."

"Am I expected to have sex with your brother?"

"If he wants, I suppose. It's not up to you to decide, but you better learn how to get good at it.

"Don't look so horrified. You said you wanted a date with a guy. What did you think you'd do, go down to an ice cream parlor for a shake?" Jewel just kept quiet and put her lipstick away.

"Get on the bike, bitch," Ron ordered when they'd joined them. Once seated, Tara helped her close the locks on her ankles and to the belt then zipped her jacket. She pulled it up higher then that morning and adjusted her breasts so they were supported more.

"That should help, some. I'll talk to Ron about one of your other corsets."

When Ron came over, Jewel placed her wrists to her sides so he could lock them. Instead he handed her, her helmet with a smile then straddled his bike.

"I want to feel you hug me while we ride. If you press your tits on my back, it will stop them from bouncing. We'll do something about them tomorrow." Because of her seat chain, Jewel couldn't slide forward as she'd have liked to, but leaned over to hug and rest the side of her helmet. Once they were riding, she did manage to pull him back some and that helped.

"Mmm, that feels good," she heard in her headset. It was the first time that she was aware that the helmet was wired for sound.

"Can you slide back more, Ron? I can hug you better if you did." He did.

It was late afternoon when the three cycles pulled into a nice motel, just over the Pennsylvania – Ohio border after picking up a thirty-pack and snacks and Mike went to check in with Tara.

"Was the ride better for you?"

"Much. Thank you." Jewel dipped a little curtsey.

"Guess who gets to carry all the luggage?" he asked as he lifted the saddle packs off his bike then those on the other cycles. Jewel just forced a smile; thankful to be standing and able to move her legs, even in seven-inch heels.

"You're in two seventeen and we've the adjoining room, two nineteen," Mike said. He handed Ron the room key then straddled his bike.

"Behave yourself," Ron warned. He unsnapped her leash and went with the other two towards their rooms. The instructions she'd been given were clear. Jewel picked up the beer and sack from the store and followed. Six trips later, she was sent to the ice machine without her leather jacket.

"May I please use the bathroom, Ron?" she asked.

"You may."

"Very good bro', you're getting her well trained in just a day."

"I didn't tell her she needed my permission, sis, but from now on, she does."

Jewel asked if she could get anyone another beer then requested one for herself. One of the packs had been emptied and the fiberglass container had been converted into a makeshift cooler once she'd filled it with ice and beer.

"You may," Ron told her. He was sitting in one of the upholstered chairs. She grinned and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arm and pulled her to him. Jewel kissed his neck.

"The ride was much better for me this afternoon, thank you."

"You're welcome. It was better for me too." Ron moved her to kiss her refreshed lips, but jumped back suddenly, rubbing his neck and chuckling.

"Serves me right. Those spikes on your collar are sharp!" A drop of blood oozed out of the tiny puncture. Carefully, Jewel licked it off.

"You know guys, I think our little broad is gonna be a lotta fun on our trip," Tara offered.

"To a lotta fun," Mike toasted and pulled Tara closer to him for a kiss.

When their second beers were empties, Tara and Mike went in their room to 'freshen up' before they went out for dinner.

"Give me your foot. I'll unlock the cuffs so you can undress and shower," Ron offered. "I want to see more makeup and nice hair when we leave." He slapped her butt hard once she stood naked, but for her belt, wrist cuffs and collar.

"Wear the corset over the dress," he said as he closed the door to the bathroom to take his own shower after she'd emerged.

Ron sat, fascinated as Jewel applied her cosmetics. She was already dressed in the bronze latex mini-dress with her black leather corset over it, but with black net stockings, not the sheer one's he'd selected.

"There's no way to hold them up, Ron," she'd explained. "You didn't provide a garter belt and didn't pack any of the garter straps for my corsets.

"You've a lot to learn about keeping a girl like me."

The dress had narrow shoulder straps and was only fingertip length. It stretched to do a poor job of covering much more of her large breasts than her protruding aureoles and permanently erect nipples. Black patent, ankle-strapped D'Orsay pumps, also with seven-inch heels were on her feet.

She closed the lipstick tube, placed it in the only purse she'd been given then stood to model for him.

"Nice. Put some jewelry on."

"Did you pack any for me? I didn't find it if you did, Ron."

"I thought you'd bring some?" he questioned.

"I was told all that I could pack was my makeup and personal care things and that you and Tara would surprise me with all the rest I'd be allowed to wear," she defended. "The idea of this was that I was going to have little or no choices."

"Our error."

It's chilly; put on your jacket." Ron knocked on the adjoining door and announced that they were ready.

Tara invited them in. She liked leather and wore a red dress suit with matching pumps.

"May I borrow some jewelry for her, sis?" he asked.

Tara grinned, "Looks like we forgot, huh?" She went to the dresser and opened her travel case.

"All the earrings are for pierced ears. Borrow whatever else you like."

"We'll need to correct that." He glanced at his date.

"You are going to get a few new holes soon." Jewel grinned back. She'd always wanted pierced ears, but never made the commitment to do it. With her chest, she wasn't going to hide her true self any longer.

Ron selected a ring for every finger; they were slender, and a thin watch. "That should do. I just wish she could wear your earrings."

"Get her pierced and she can, in about eight weeks."

"Eight weeks?" he questioned.

"Yup! At least eight weeks before she can wear wires or hooks." Jewel's chastity belt was driving her crazy! It frustrated her greatly. She'd tried to gain some access and relief in the shower, but that had proved to be impossible!

Big Mike had been to the area before and knew a nice place within walking distance. Easy walking distance, if you didn't have to wear heels as high as Jewel's. She was thankful it was only five blocks and she wasn't on her leash.

"Rizzuto, party of four. I've a reservation." By the looks the Maitre d' gave Jewel, he'd reservations about seating them, but the ten, Big Mike had taken from his wallet changed his mind.

"Hello, I'm Ellen, I'll be your server tonight," the waitress said when she appeared.

Mikey ordered beer, as usual, Tara a gin and tonic. Jewel wasn't consulted; Ron ordered a bottle of wine for the both of them.

"You may have what looks good to you tonight, Jewel. Don't always expect you'll have any choice," Ron exerted his control. "So long as you remember your status, you'll find things won't be too bad for you."

Curious, Tara asked what Jewel didn't dare. "Exactly what is her status, Ron?'

"Slave," he stated, in a soft voice then turned his attention to the menu. The others opened theirs to select.

Properly, Jewel remained silent, until asked, once she'd selected and closed her menu.

"You are awfully quiet, Jewel." Tara was the first to pick up on her mood. Jewel forced a smile and shrugged.

"Something bothering you?" Alerted, Mike picked it up too. "You can talk to us."

"I'm OK."

"That didn't sound like you really meant it." Jewel's shrug confirmed their supposition.

Ron sought her hand, squeezed it and held it. It was moist. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I'll manage," was her non-communicative answer in a near whisper.

Together they coaxed her to talk.

"I was just told I'm … a slave. I've read enough. What, if anything, is in this for me?" The two guys were more sympathetic then Tara.

"Get off it! You've the big titties you fantasized about! You are a lot cuter with that turned up nose and lips and you're with a great guy.

"You wanted a date – you got it!" Jewel just remained silent. She worried most about the immediate future, in a few hours then the months to follow that.

"Ease of, sis," Ron warned. As a physician, he sensed his patients' distress.

"Did you enjoy anything today?" he asked. Jewel had her eyes lowered; unable to meet the accusatory glares she was positive the others gave her. She shrugged then gave a nod of affirmation. Ron lifted her chin and turned her to face him. She met his concerned dark eyes. They stared a few minutes and no one interrupted.

"I'm trying … what's in this for me?" she quietly whispered.

"Pleasure for you is where and when you earn it. Your behavior right now is not becoming nor is it pleasing me. Consider your situation, Jewel."

She was quick to answer, albeit still with a whisper. "I have. I've had all day to think of it. I'm in bondage. I've no money, no credit cards, no keys and no ID. Whether you believe it or not, I'm stuck in the role you wish me to be. I'm your slave. I've no choice.

"You've removed or denied all my options. I'm trapped."

"Nothing stops you from going to the police," Tara unsympathetically offered. She was in tune with her mind.

Jewel snickered then ignored her. "Fer shure… 'You let him give you those tits? You let him lock that thing on you?' etc. etc, some good laughs for the cops, prosecutor and judge. Don't ya think?" No one spoke.

She turned her forearms and stared at the padlocks on her cuffs. "I let you lock me in the chastity belt, put my collar on and ... these." Her man lifted her hands and placed them on her lap then he gripped the ring on her collar and turned her to face him again.

"Unless you want to ride all day tomorrow on a very sore ass, stop feeling sorry for yourself and start acting like you are enjoying yourself. I don't care if it is an act, but you are one hundred percent correct, you don't have any options, but to behave and be pleasing or be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes … Master," she murmured.

Ron's right arm moved quickly to strike her face very hard. It didn't connect; he checked it. Still Jewel was terrified. "I'm Ron to you. We will not have this conversation again. Now start to act like you are enjoying this and you'll find out that you really will." He was firm, but spoke quietly.

No one else spoke for several minutes. Tara cared and hoped that her brother hadn't gone too far. Mike wasn't interested, what his brother did to and with the sissy was of no concern to him. He just drank his beer. Ron too shared his sisters concern. They both watched Jewel sitting there with her hands in her lap and her head lowered. Every once in awhile, she'd quiver, but otherwise didn't move.

"I think I'd like for you to have my ears pierced," she said then raised to face the man next to her. "Would you grant that to me please, Ron?" She even smiled.

"Give me a nice kiss," he answered.

Cognizant of the two-inch spikes surrounding her neck, Jewel stretched her arms about his shoulders and met his lips. She parted hers to invite him in.

When they broke, Jewel smiled again. "I'll be a good girl."

*****

"How do you want me?" Jewel nervously asked when she emerged from the bathroom after they'd returned to the room.

"Are you going to be alright sleeping in what you're wearing?" he questioned. Ron liked how she looked in the tight latex dress, stockings and heels.

She shrugged, "I guess... What do you want me to do?"

"What are you?"

"Huh?"

"What are you, Jewel?" he asked again.

"A girl … your girl." She truly didn't think of the answer he sought.

"What else? What sort of girl?"

"You said I was your slave."

"Do you feel like a slave girl? Do you believe you are one?"

"It's pretty obvious," she said. They stood facing each other, a few feet apart.

"What did you become early this morning, Jewel."

She smiled, "A biker broad."

"Very good, my biker broad. Now, what do you think my biker broad should do for her man in this situation?"

Jewels fingers started to tremble as she began to unbutton his shirt.

*****

"You sleep alright?" Ron asked as he rolled her on her belly so he'd access to the padlock between her wrist cuffs.

"I slept some. I'm not used to sleeping with my hands behind my back and my feet together."

"You will." He unbuckled the linked ankle strap of her shoe so she could move them apart then lifted the frame of the bed to pull the handle of her leash off the leg. "Expect that some of the bondage you'll be in will be far less comfortable for your nights, especially if I don't find you pleasing.

"You can get up now."

Jewel got off the bed and stood next to it with her palms pressed together and raised as high as she could manage behind. While pleasuring her man, she'd been taught many lessons. One was that she needed his permission for just about everything.

"Undress," he ordered from the comfortable chair across the room. She was to do it standing up, even to remove her shoes, which proved difficult. She had no permission to unclip the leash and it danced about from the ring on her collar. Once naked, Jewel was permitted to use the bathroom, but was denied privacy there; its door was to remain open and he moved his chair to watch her toilette.

Lacing up her boots proved impossible for her to accomplish in a standing position. "You may sit on the floor to do them," he permitted.

Jewel was required to close all the padlocks herself to complete her attire. Her outfit was the same as the previous day, but for the straight front corset with its uplift cups. Ron locked her right wrist to her side, but left her other free. He led her to the dining room on her leash.

Though they were stared at and undoubtedly talked about by the staff and patrons, no one intruded. Big Mike was an imposing presence at six foot six.

"Was your little slave any good last night, bro'?" Tara grinned.

"I've paid for worse," he replied with a chuckle, much to Jewel's embarrassment. She'd hoped their bedroom activities would remain private.

"Let's stay off the interstate today and ride through the towns until were find a body shop where I can get her pierced."

"Sounds good to me," Mike concurred.

"She getting more than her lobes done?" Tara asked with a big smile.

"What would you suggest?" Ron teased.

"She was always pestering me to get my nips done and a belly ring. I don't think the belly ring is practical with her corsets, but have heard that a tongue rod works better for a guy when she gives him a blowjob." Tara was amused to watch how Jewel squirmed. In fact, the broad had never suggested that Tara get her nipples ringed and getting a belly ring had been Tara's idea. She usually wore a silver half-moon barbell with a large pearl in her navel.

"I had a girl with both a tongue rod and a ring there give me a blow job once," Mike offered. "Best twenty bucks I ever spent."

But for her ear lobes, Jewel didn't want any parts of her body pierced. She wasn't sure if they were just teasing her. In any case, she knew that the choice would not be hers to make.

Her left hand was released to carry the packs out to the cycles while Mike checked out.

After straddling the seat and locking herself in place, Ron did her wrist cuffs then placed her gag in her mouth. He was testing her to see if Jewel would willingly open to accept it. Because she didn't open until her told her to, Ron decided that she could ride without seeing the sights that morning.

They fueled up then headed northwest to ride along the shore of Lake Erie. It was a gorgeous, sunny day, but Jewel didn't appreciate the weather.

Outside of Loraine they found a parlor to do the body art. Ron took her in on the leash and the visor of her helmet still down.

"Good morning, ma'am," he greeted.

"Good morning, sir," she returned. "What can we do for you today?"

"I want my broad ringed." Jewel started to struggle and tug her leash. Ron put a stop to it with a very hard slap on her rear.

"Sure," Maggie Armstrong was used to bikers and Jewel's bondage didn't bother her in the least. "Where do you want them?"

To answer the question, he took out his knife and cut circles from the red fabric to expose her aureoles. "We'll start with these."

"She'll need to sign a release … sorry, state law."

"We're sisters," Tara said. "I'll sign for her. Jewel doesn't have a clue where she is; so don't worry about her suing you." So long as she had the paperwork on file, Maggie didn't care who'd signed it.

"Do you want rings or barbells?"

"Rings," Tara giggled. "Nice big, fat ones!"

Mrs. Armstrong moved behind the showcase. "Over here."

"I like those for her, in the middle on the left. What do you think, guys?"

"Your call, Tara." Mike motioned to the inch and a half steel rings.

"And that one for her tongue and ears. As thick as they are, she can wear them in her ears right away, can't she?"

"Sure," the woman said.

"Bring her in back." Jewel knew the reality of what was happening. Mike grabbed her by her shoulders when she didn't respond to his brother tugging on the leash.

"Wait, we need studs for the rest of her ears and a tongue rod too."

"Here why don't you get started while we pick," Ron offered Jewel's leash.

Tara had to watch and followed once they'd gone in the next room. "Come on guys, we've all day to do this.

Mikes huge hands pinned her in the chair. Tara held her breast and pinched it painfully every time she'd struggle. Jewel knew it was all too real when the fat needle passed through the base of her left nipple followed by the eighth inch thick ring. Maggie's victim screamed in response to the pain. Putting up a fuss wasn't going to stop what was being done to her body and just earned her more.

After setting her pliers aside once the ball on each ring had been tightened, Maggie tried to take off the helmet only to discover that it was locked. She had to wait for Ron to insert the key then burst out laughing when the large gag was revealed.

"Don't look so terrified, dearie, I'm only gonna hurt you a little bit more," Maggie patted her cheek in a motherly way.

"Don't count on it. After you put the rings in the middle of her lobes, we want ten studs from here to here in each." Tara's nail traced the rim of Jewel's ear to her skull. The men didn't stop it from happening.

The studs Tara picked were stainless balls a quarter inch in diameter on thick posts half that size. She selected a rod with the same size balls and rod and had Maggie bring a pair of thin gold rings too.

"Where are they going?" Big Mike asked.

"You'll see," Tara's eyes sparkled with excitement.

With the ears done Ron started to undo the gag strap. "Too bad we can't have her mouth fitted with the gag still in."

"Sure you can, Tara." By then, Maggie knew the names of all participating in this lucrative transaction. "I can slip in a ring gag. They're only twenty-five bucks."

"Go for it," Mike was enjoying the show as much as the others were.

Ron held the plug in Jewel's mouth until Maggie was ready with the rubber-covered ring.

"Ready?" she asked. Ron nodded. "Now." Jewel didn't get a chance to begin to close her aching jaw; Maggie deftly had the two-inch ring in and turned upright behind her teeth and Mike pulled the strap being and buckled it before she could resist. Jewel's mouth wasn't the first one Maggie had gagged.

Her forceps gripped the wagging pink muscle and it was over quickly with two howls filling the room.

"Where do you want the other two rings, Tara?" Maggie started to laugh. Tara was rapidly unbuttoning her blouse.

"Move her ass off the stool, bro'. My turn." Being only a thin gauge, Tara didn't experience the real pain Jewel had.

"Like guys?" she twisted her body to show off her jewelry. She left off her bra when she redid her blouse.

"Please take her gag out? I think she been good about what we did to her and deserves it," she asked her brother.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore," Jewel managed with a small smile despite her tears. "Remind me never to ask for earrings again."

"What's this?" Tara paused to look a picture on the wall.

"That slave was bar coded with his International Slave Registration Number," Maggie explained the black bar code that had been tattooed on the back of his neck with a number under it. "The skin there doesn't move or stretch very much and it's not as shocking as it would be on his forehead. It's scanable."

"What a neat idea! Ron, why don't you code Jewel?"

"I don't want to be bar coded," Jewel started to protest.

Ron backhanded her face so hard, she fell to the floor. "Shut up! I didn't ask you, bitch!" Mike roughly stood her up.

"Gag her and put her helmet back on before I hit her again for back talk," Ron ordered. He lowered her visor after locking it.

"You may use my computer to register her now, if you want," Maggie pulled the site up on her screen.

"Go ahead, Tara. Mike and I will get her set up while you do.

Once it was completed, Tara lingered behind. "I'll meet you outside." When she came out, a paper bag was in her hand.

"Toys," she announced with a smile and placed them in her saddle pack.

"If OK, can I just have a couple of beers? I really don't think I can eat with all this hardware." Lunch was at another roadside joint. Her tongue was sore and swollen; slurring her speech and the ring clicked on her teeth when she tried to talk. Jewel had her left hand only before they went inside.

"I don't want you touching your rings yet, Jewel," Ron said when he chained her to the bike after they'd finished. Without being told, she moved her hand to her side so he could lock it in place.

Tara did the check-in at a motel just over the Michigan line. "Three-twenty-one – it's a suite and the last room left.

"Let me take her up while you guys do the luggage." Tara took the leash from her brother.

Alone in the rooms, Tara asked how she was doing. "I'll be OK. Tara, it wasn't right to tattoo me as your slave."

"Oh, I didn't register you as mine, Jewel. I did it in Ron's name," she said jokingly.

"Is any of this fun for you?" Tara was concerned.

"Really?" Jewel stifled her urge to cry and changed the subject.

"I hate this damn chastity belt, but it does keep me controlled."

"Exactly what's the problem with it?" Tara raised her skirt and checked all the edges for any signs of chafing. "The fit is superb." Her finger attempted to gain access to Jewel's sensitive parts, but couldn't.

"I can't even get hard. That part is really uncomfortable."

"Girls get hard nipples, not hard twats. So what's your bitch?"

"Tara, last night I wanted to cum so bad … it hurt like H; the way it's bent and pointed back."

"Good, it's doing its job then. Chastity means you don't get any, little girl. You give pleasure. If I forget, remind me to give my brother the accessories I bought with that."

"You? I thought it was his idea?" Jewel questioned.

"Ronny's a player in this, albeit one with a pretty free hand. Remember when he pulls cards from up his sleeve or the bottom of the deck, who bought the deck and bankrolled his ante. He's proving to be a pretty good one too."

"I don't understand?" Jewel questioned.

"You shoulda been born a blonde, you sure act like one at times." Tara kissed the tip of Jewel's button nose.

"Just keep it in your mind when the going gets tough, whose idea all of this is." She was holding Jewel's shoulders and stared in her eyes for a minute.

"Learn your lessons well, Jewel. When this is done, nothing for you is going to revert. Take your pleasure in the fact my brother is going easy on you, so far, and that Mikey didn't win you the coin toss. You don't want to hear some of the ideas he's mentioned." Jewel didn't dare ask.

Jewel didn't need any explanation. Since they'd been introduced, Big Mike had made no secret of some of the things he liked to do to the 'professional' girl he frequently dated. Natalia was gorgeous, no doubting that, but super kinky was a very inadequate descriptive.

"Ron brought a crop for you at Maggie's. His idea, not mine."

"A whip?"

"Yup! He's a surgeon and can't risk hurting his hands."

"He's planning to whip me! Why?"

"Just to teach you who's in control and that you are to obey him." Jewel bit her lip.

"That ring gag is something else again, Tara," she changed the subject again.

When the two men came in, Tara moved Jewel in the bathroom. "Jewel needs to pee, guys. Be a few minutes." She locked the door.

"Something else like how, Jewel?"

"Well, all I could think about was him using me with it in my mouth," Jewel said.

"The intent is that you can't bite or use your teeth, when he does."

"I figured that out, but it made me feel ... so … so submissive." She stated, "I want to tell you a secret."

" What, you liked that?"

Jewel didn't need to admit that she had; her expression communicated the fact clearly.

Tara grabbed her in her arms and pulled her close together to hug, but quickly broke!

'Ouch!" Tara giggled. "Yours have got to hurt more than mine doing that. I'll tell him to be careful tonight.

"Open your mouth so I can see," Tara ordered once she'd cleaned Jewel's ears.

"I'll wait until you heal, before I ask my brother for you to pleasure me, but that junk in there is gonna feel great!"

"Ask him … for me? We're married!"

"Yup! But you are his little slave girl now. Be on your best behavior or you are gonna be a sore assed slave girl too!"

Tara lifted Jewel's tiny skirt and helped her to sit on the toilet. With her hands still restrained, Jewel couldn't do it herself

"Where's Mike," Tara asked, seeing that he wasn't there when she led Jewel out.

"He went to the root beer place up the road for supper."

"A & W? Great!" Tara exclaimed.

He looked at Jewel. "I ordered you a couple of root beer floats, figuring you'd not want a burger and fries. I can call on his cell if you do, Jewel?"

"They'll be fine. May I have my hands free and sit, please?"

Ron unlocked only her left one and looked to the floor. Jewel sat next to him.

"She not permitted to do much without permission, sis.

"All the ice didn't melt. Want a beer, Jewel?" he offered then got three and passed a can to each of them.

After she'd sipped, Ron opened her jacket.

"Medically, how are you?" he asked, carefully probing her slightly swollen aureoles.

"My nipples ache. These rings are really heavy and hurt when we were riding. My ears are just itchy and my tongue doesn't hurt nearly as much as earlier," Jewel answered.

"Be sure to clean and rotate everything twice a day and don't try to take anything out until I give you permission. Stick your tongue out." He rotated the rod and ring.

"How about other than medically - how you doing?"

"This corset is a lot better riding. Thank you."

He smiled that Jewel hadn't complained. "OK, but I'm going to work on closing the gap, top to bottom, starting tonight." Jewel stuck out her tongue again, but smiled when she withdrew it.

"Get me one with a stem waist if you want. I'll let you train me to wear it"

"Let me? You're my slave now." Jewel pinched the inside of his thigh playfully

"We all know this is a game and I'm a player. Yes, I'll let you." She moved to kiss him, but he reached over, fluffed her hair, much as one would pet a puppy, and pushed her back.

"Good girl! I like to see you smile."

"Where did you get the idea this is a game for you slave girl?" Tara asked and Ron laughed.

Mike came in with the food and passed it out along with more beers, except for Jewel.

"I was thinkin' bro'…" Mike started.

"Will wonders never cease?" Tara's tease drew chuckles.

"About what, Mike?" Ron asked between bites.

"Her," his chin indicated Jewel on the floor.

"You're accustomed to paying for it. What's your girlfriend cost you a night?"

"A thousand," Mike wasn't ashamed. He munched down a bunch of fries.

Tara squirmed with delight. Jewel squirmed for reasons of her own.

"Wait until she's healed some." It wasn't a yes or no, but Jewel breathed a sigh of relief that it wouldn't be that soon.

About nine they retired to the bedrooms. Ron gave Jewel her right hand so she could use the bathroom, remove her makeup and clean all her piercings.

"You can remove your skirt and top, Jewel

"Is your tongue too sore for me?" he asked.

"I think I'll be OK by tomorrow, but I'll try now, if you really want me to," she offered. "My nipples hurt the worst."

"Understandable." He probed them clinically. "No signs of infection."

Ron picked up the ring gag. "Please don't make me wear that all night?" she pleaded.

"You can't believe how incredible sexy you look with it installed. Open."

"But it really makes my jaw ache." Her complaint was ignored. When he moved it to her face, Jewel opened to accept the gag then lifted her hair and turned so he could buckle it.

With both her hands up like they were, it was easy to move her wrists to the back of her collar and lock them there. Ron guided his girl to the head of the bed then helped her lay on her back across it. Pulling on her arms, he positioned Jewel so her waist was centered.

When her ankles locked to the frame and her leash secured on the opposite side, Jewel couldn't rise up or roll over. She protested.

"Quiet!" his hand slapped her thigh in warning. "Any more noise from you and that gag will stay in until tomorrow night." Wisely, Jewel remained silent.

In combination with one of the bed pillows, Jewel formed his headrest to provide him with a good night's sleep. She was too uncomfortable to sleep much at all.

"Are you going to behave today," he asked when he helped her to stand in the morning. Her hands were still fastened as they had been. Ron began to undress her.

"If I hear no noise, I'll release your hand and remove the gag before we're ready for breakfast, otherwise, the gag stays were it is." He helped on the toilet, which embarrassed her greatly then gave her a bath. By the sink, he even brushed her teeth. Of course, rinsing her mouth wasn't possible.

Jewel's legs were sheathed in black pantyhose, but, instead of the boots, Ron strapped her into the pumps and fastened the cuffs over them.

"Which corset do you want?" Jewel used her elbow to point out a white one. It too had a straight front and would offer support for her breasts.

"I've taken a half inch out of the gap, Jewel. Next week, I'll remove another half inch." He selected a very tight skirt that was no longer than her leather one then put the shiny black latex item on her with the bondage belt. Ron discovered when he tightened the belt that the corset she'd selected was a full inch smaller than her other ones, but locked it anyway.

"Sit over there. I'll ask Tara to fix your hair and makeup."

Jewel was very uncomfortable. The corset was too tight and her jaw ached terribly; it took all of her willpower to remain silent until Tara completed grooming her.

"I'll tolerate no complaints from you today. Is that understood?" Jewel nodded with her body. He released her hands.

"Put this on and knot it under your breasts then put your jacket on, but don't zip it up." Jewel accepted the white silk blouse and slipped her arms into the long sleeves. "Button only the cuffs; leave all the others undone," he ordered.

Once she'd obeyed, he locked the sleeve zippers and fastened her right wrist to her side. Finally, he took out the gag.

"Go wash this and fasten it in your purse, so it's readily available, Jewel. If it isn't in your mouth, I want it always on your purse."

She remained silent throughout her breakfast of soft eggs and toast then got on the cycle when told. After he'd locked her in place and fitted her helmet, Ron released her right arm then locked both of them to the back of her belt.

"What's with all the locks?" a stranger asked. The man stood only a few feet away; staring at the scene that Ron was taking pictures of.

"She's a bondage freak," Ron shrugged.

"Isn't that dangerous? Suppose you have an accident?"

"The risk gives her a thrill. Different strokes and all," was Ron's reply.

"Well, have fun." As an after thought, he asked where they were headed then got into his SUV, fastened the safety belt and drove away.

A block from the hotel, Jim Daniels dialed the police on his cell phone to alert them to what he considered a very dangerous activity.

"Yes, that's right, the girl in high heels and a miniskirt is chained to the back of his motorcycle. It's a big, black Harley Davidson. New Jersey license plate – A-J eight oh six."

They were accelerating on the highway when the cop turned on his lights and let the siren wail once. Shortly after they pulled over, a second cruiser pulled up.

While checking the routine papers: licenses, registrations and insurance cards, they, of course checked out Jewel completely.

"Unlock her from your motorcycle please, sir?" one of the officers ordered.

"I don't want to be released," Jewel protested.

"Don't do it, Ron!"

"We'd like to talk to you privately."

"You can talk to me right here. I'm not going anywhere." They argued for several minutes and Jewel won in the end. The police ordered the others to move away and sit on the ground.

"What's your name?"

"Jewel, J-e-w-e-l."

"Last name?"

"I don't have one, Jewel is sufficient."

"Can I see some ID?"

"Honestly officer, I'm not being smart with you. I don't carry any. Feel free to look in my purse. There's nothing in it, but my makeup and stuff." The cop did as she offered.

"What's this?"

"A ring gag. Ron puts it in me to fuck my mouth." She forced a giggle, "It's so fuckin' big I doubt I could bite him if I tried when we deep throat." She shook to jiggle her breasts and ring her bell.

"Right, no ID, credit cards or money."

"I'm not allowed to carry any."

"Not allowed, Jewel? What do you mean? You're not allowed?" he questioned.

"It's a biker thing. That way me and the others, the girls like me, are dependent on our man to take care of us."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-five."

"What's with you being locked to the seat?"

"It makes me randy as shit." Jewel wigged her butt on the seat what little she could and squeezed the seat with her thighs. She tried hard to be convincing, but was really afraid of being arrested for something.

"I'm a bondage slut. Can't get enough of a good thing."

While she'd been questioned, the other officer questioned Mike, Ron and Tara individually. After ten minutes they compared the stories and used the car radio.

Jewel was shaking with fright. The stop had lasted over half an hour before the cops gave back their papers, but not before they had to listen to a safety lecture. Finally, after deciding that no law was being broken, the cops watched them depart then followed them to the main highway.

"You did fine, Jewel," Ron spoke to her through the headset. "I'd have beaten your ass good, if you'd fucked that up.

"How you feeling?"

"I don't want to wear that ring gag all day," was her answer.

"What's that mean?"

"You told me I would if I complained."

"Tell me what's wrong. That's an order."

"This corset's too tight, my jaw still aches from being gagged, I hardly slept the way you bound me, I don't like my hands like this, I'm very thirsty and I need to pee… Oh, and this blouse is driving me crazy the way it tickles my nipples. I wanna cum so bad! I could scream!" For emphasis, she did.

He laughed. "We'll pull in at the next rest stop. I'll deal with two of your little bitches then. As for the other six, you're right, you're not to complain." He laughed again.

While the guys refueled the three bikes, Tara led Jewel to the restroom with her helmet still on her head and her hands still behind her back.

"Remember I said I bought some toys, Jewel? I've got one up my cunt, guess were the other one is going?" Tara gave her a mischievous smile. "Bend over." She placed the leash under the arch of her boot and pulled.

"I don't want whatever it is up my ass, Tara."

"Probably not, but it's going there anyway," she laughed. "It will be little secret." Lubricant was applied to the fat vibrator and Jewel's rectum. She squirmed and squeezed hard to resist, but lost the battle. Tara turned it on then used a strip of duct tape to hold it in.

Jewel didn't see Tara nod and wink to the guys while she was lifted onto the seat. With its head vibrating against her prostrate, Jewel was in for a 'stimulating' ride until the batteries died about five hours later.

"What's got into you, Jewel? Can't you sit still?" Ron chided while they waited for their food to be served. Tara placed her finger in front of her pursed lips; telling Jewel to be quiet.

"I told you what this blouse has been doing to my nipples all freakin' morning, you bastard! I wanna cum so bad I can taste it!"

"You'll get to taste it tonight, baby," Ron's reply drew laughs from the others.

Tara reached over with both hands and pinched Jewel's sore and stimulated nipples with her fingernails.

"Ouch!"

"You heard your man – sit still!"

Her right hand was locked behind still. Where her left one moved to rub her nipples, Ron slapped it down hard. "I told you not to play with your tits, slut!"

"They hurt!" Jewel pouted. Tara pinched them again, harder.

That evening they did Chinese in the motel. Seated on the floor, with the use of her left hand only, Jewel was given chopsticks to feed herself.

"Put your ring gag in, Jewel, and don't give me any shit about it," Ron tossed it to her. She managed OK to get it behind her teeth, but with only one hand, it was difficult to get it buckled. "Pull it tighter." Jewel obeyed. She'd lost her skirt and blouse before Mike had taken Tara to their room.

She watched him take two D batteries out before he lifted her across his lap. Once her left cuff was locked, Ron peeled off the silver tape and changed the batteries and it resumed its maddening torment.

"Up," he slapped her cheek hard.

"Go stand facing the corner and think about satisfying me while I take a shower." Jewel did as she'd been told. "Move back a little and spread your feet. Spread more. Now don't move."

She heard him use the toilet then the shower. Steam floated into the room when he'd opened the door. A beer can was popped open. Her position was strained and the vibrator was torturing her sex. Ron made her wait several minutes before he told her to turn around.

"You really make a beautiful girl, Jewel," he said after admiring her several minutes.

"Come over here and kneel down." Ron was naked and rock hard.

Near eleven, he was spent. Jewel wouldn't have believed any guy had such capacity. He lifted her to stand. "My keys are on the dresser, get them?"

The batteries were still strong and her desire for relief intensified just walking those few steps across the room. Of course her hands were still locked behind necessitating that she fumble about, before gripping them. Ron took them, but didn't release her wrists.

"Lay on the bed on your back," he instructed. Ron opened the front of her belt and partially, only an inch, withdrew the steel tube from her sex.

"You did well and I'm going to reward you." He began to pump the rubber lined unyielding steel, curved sheath up and down. There was no real pleasure given to her and no warm affection, but the effect from extra stimulus was inescapable. Jewel ejaculated quickly into the clean ashtray he held near the end of the tube. Setting it on the nightstand, Ron closed her up and relocked the shield on her belt.

He moved Jewel into position near the middle of the bed then stood to lift the corner of the bed so the loop on her leash would be captured on the leg. A padlock was closed to connect her ankle cuffs.

"Stop crying," he said gently. "I want to talk to you." Ron repositioned the pillow to better support her head and pulled up the covers. After turning out the light, he snuggled to her with a warm embrace.

"You did very well today." Jewel felt his tongue licking the tears from her cheeks.

"Strawberry flavored rouge – that's a new one," he chuckled. He wasn't serious, but it was enough to break her sullen mood.

He lightly skimmed her huge breast with tips of his fingers. "Right now you were feeling cheated, as if your reward wasn't any reward at all. I want you to have just one thought and that's of sexually satisfying me. When I observe that your training is progressing at a satisfactory rate, what I give you will become more rewarding.

"I want you to think of satisfying others and put those thoughts above whatever discomfort or even pain you perceive your are suffering.

"Right now, you are thinking of me fondling this lovely breast under my hand and not what you can do to please me more." Jewel moved to press herself closer to him.

"Perhaps I was wrong about you." Ron tightened his embrace, wrapped his leg around and drew her tighter still.

"Go to sleep little one, we'll talk more tomorrow."

"Beg for this." He held the ashtray above her open mouth. "You wanted to taste it."

"Ag-ray," she managed to enunciate.

"Ag-ray? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ag-ray, um. Umm or ulle. Umm en ag-ray," she struggled to communicate. Jewel knew what his intentions had been.

"Swallow." Ron held her facing the ceiling until she had swallowed all of it then held her in a tight embrace.

"Good morning Tara, Mike," Jewel greeted them with a big smile when she and Ron were joined for breakfast.

"Good morning," Tara returned. "I must say you look a lot happier this morning. Jewel."

"She slept a lot better, sis," Ron informed.

"Change your mind about trying out all that hardware in her mouth?"

"You got that wrong, Tara. The bastard fucked my hole until he ran out of cum."

"And you let him, Jewel?" she asked with a grin.

"Hardly, but next time he's welcome. The fucker put that damn ring gag in and kept my hands locked out of the way all night. I hope he releases them so I can claw the flesh off his back and ass." Jewel had been ordered to put on a good performance.

"I told you Jewel, you'll get your hands back, once in a while, after your nipples heal," Ron said with a smile, "not before."

He turned to his brother. "What's with the sour face, bro'?"

"Wrong time of the month," Tara answered for Mike.

"You want Jewel for half an hour before we go." Jewel flinched when she heard Ron offer her service. "She's really pretty good, but don't tell her." Ron hugged her about the waist. "Just be careful of her collar and stay away from those melons your ogling. They need to heal a lot more before you can maul them."

"That outfit becomes you, Jewel. You look great! We'll have to get you more rubber wear." Tara referred to the skimpy, ultra-tight bright red latex dress she'd been squeezed into. Jewel wore red latex stockings and gloves with it, along with matching patent pumps and the belt over the same corset as the day before on the outside.

"I like your rings showing too," Tara commented.

"Me too. I was so afraid he was going to tear the latex as much as it had to be stretched to get them through the tiny holes."

"I can imagine. Whose idea was it to put lipstick on your nipples so they don't stand out?"

"Mine, Tara. But you're wrong, they're standing outside almost half an inch."

"Outstanding, Jewel," Mike laughed.

"I see the change in your attitude too. I like it a lot better. Did my little brother have to stripe your ass to change your mind?"

"Nope. Sugar gets you more from this honey then vinegar. Your brother hasn't had to whip me yet, though I'm sure he's dying to try it out on me."

"What's the matter, you going soft on us, Ron? You said you were gonna whip her ass, but good last night"

"You heard me wrong, Mike. What I said was that if I saw any hesitation or lack of effort to be pleasing last night … then I was gonna whip her ass, but good."

After breakfast, Jewel was taken by Mike and forced to her knees. Terrified and helpless, she felt degraded and humiliated by having to accept him with her red lips.

Jewel was allowed to put her jacket on and zip it to below her breasts.

"How do you want your hands today, on your sides or in back? Leaving them free is not an option."

"In back, but can we try something different?"

"Such as?"

"I listened to your little talk last night and decided to go with the flow – try things your way, Ron."

"Where are you going with this, Jewel?"

"Well, it's obvious you like me helpless. That's pretty much a given, but I think you also like to see me uncomfortable, right?"

"Yes."

"OK." She twisted her arms up behind as high as she could on her own and turned to show him. "This isn't comfy in the least. Can you fasten them to my collar like this?"

"I can, but we'll try it tonight, not on the bike all day. Put them by your belt."

About mid-morning it started to rain. While Tara an Mike donned their rain suits, Ron took out a garbage bag, slit the end and pulled it over her head to cover her to the waist then put on his own rain suit.

"This doesn't go with my dress, Ron," Jewel quipped with a big smile.

He lowered her other visor, "OK think on it and tell me how to keep you dry while riding like that in the rain."

It was raining hard before they reached a motel and checked in. Mikey joined them with more beer and Micky D's for lunch. Jewel already had the pack half filled with ice and buried all the cans in it.

"Ron, may I have your girl alone for a couple of hours?" Tara asked when they finished the food.

"Sure, sis, but I thought you were on the rag."

"Stand up, Jewel." He relocked her left wrist in back and flipped the leash to his sister.

"Her gag is on her purse. Enjoy." He and his brother grinned.

"Right, 'wrong time of the month'. I want to talk with her.

Tara deposited the beer in the sink, took the bucket of ice from Jewel to fill it then locked the door and placed her on a chair after putting its loop under a leg.

"I don't have the keys, so don't ask." She popped the top on a can and inserted the straw she'd retrieved from Jewel's shake container in the trash. "Let me know when you want another.

"Is my brother treating you OK, Jewel?" Tara asked after a sip from her can.

She shrugged, "It's not as bad as I'd imagined. I just don't understand everything though."

"What's to understand that you don't?"

Jewel took a breath then plunged ahead. "I don't understand all that's being done to me: the outfits, the bondage, the hardware, forced to service the guys. And why? What's the point I'm supposed to understand, Tara? I'm really not having a lot of fun with this."

"First, do you like any of it? Think that through."

Jewel squirmed about for a few seconds before answering. "Some, I guess, but nothing your doing to me is comfortable. In fact some of it really hurts and not just my body.

"It bothers me that I have no say, I'm not even consulted, I'm just used."

"It's the reality of being a biker girl like you. Nothing is being faked. The guys are going to use you to satisfy them and you had better get good at it. Mike told me your performance really sucked and I don't mean that as a pun or a compliment.

"There are a lot of girls, mostly in the gangs, that are in far worse situations. Just like you, they are nothing more than sex objects, Jewel. They try their best to please their men. If they aren't pleasing or don't do exactly what they are told then they get the crap beat out of them … or worse."

"Worse how? I know enough that they can be pretty brutally beaten."

"They are tortured and a few are even murdered."

"Oh," Jewel whispered.

"No one is doing that to you … if you behave.

"Let's back up to before we started on this adventure. It was your desire, your dream fantasy to be as much like a real girl as you possibly could be. You had all sorts of fetish fantasies, from bondage to leather, rubber and heels, but you were too timid to bring these to full reality, especially in public. You just didn't have the guts to push yourself to do it. Right?"

"Yes, but…"

"Don't interrupt, Jewel; let me finish. We often talked about you going full-time, but you couldn't see doing it, as the real world was a bit too mundane to fit all your fantasies into. I encouraged you to try it and helped you as much as I could. I wanted the decision to be yours. You confessed that you wanted to be dominated and controlled – for me to 'make' you do it.

"Admit that all I just said is true?"

"Yes," Jewel reluctantly whispered, "and I was too afraid."

"I know, baby.

"I talked about your needs a lot with Ron and to a lesser extent with Mike. Ron minored in psychology when doing his pre-med. It was no accident that they came by that night you were wearing your pretty new uniform or that I'd put your chains on before they arrived. It was done to you to prove that men you knew would accept you as you wanted to be." Jewel gave Tara a smile.

"I think I got it. Because I was too chicken shit to do any of this on my own, it was forced on me. One thing helps a lot, is that neither of the guys have ever hinted I'm not a girl."

"Honey, you are becoming more girl than most GG's could ever hope to be.

"You wanted larger breasts – you got them. You wanted to wear really attractive fetish outfits – you got them. You wanted more bondage – you're getting more of that than you ever dreamed of. You wanted the courage to go out in public – we took away all need to work up the guts for you to enjoy that. You wanted more bondage and to be controlled – you are in bondage all the time and as far as controlled; I doubt you even think that Ron and we are not controlling you. We've given you just about all you wanted and there's more to come – count on it happening, rather, it being done to you.

"We'd thought up the biker girl scene as one that could fill your fetish needs rather than a secretary or something else. Since we started that night, you are right that you've had all your choices and options taken away. We took away more than that or soon it will be gone from that gorgeous sexy body of yours and there'll never be any hint that it ever contained a guy. It's pretty far along and we're doing it in your head too.

"Ron is training you to become what you really are, a beautiful girl. When you've started to reach your potential, things will begin to ease up for you."

"What happens to me and us, once this road trip is over, Tara? I'm concerned about that too."

"I have been very surprised if you hadn't, Jewel," Tara answered.

"By then, we hope you will have learned there is no going back and you will want to only go forward. You'll not want to change the way you look and what you are and, mostly, not be able to. More importantly, we think you will be quite happy with what you'll become.

"As to us? We'll just have to wait and see, girl."

The reality of their marriage was that very little intimacy was exchanged. Tara made no secret that she was bi from the beginning; she liked guys as much as girls in bed for sex and her husband had never been a star performer there. It had been fine with him that Tara's needs were satisfied by others with his knowledge. Tara had fully accepted his kinks and had encouraged him in every way possible. They shared and there had always been a lot of love between them and they had a lot of fun together. Seldom had there been any serious arguments or anything close to a fight.

Tara and Jewel talked another hour. "If there was just one thing you'd change about your situation, what would that be, Jewel? Your chastity belt?" Tara answered her own question.

"Yes and what's locked inside of it. You know I want a cunt."

"There you go again," she chuckled, "talking like a biker broad."

"To do that would make you far less of a girl then you already are, Jewel."

"I don't understand." Jewel didn't. She believed that to have a pussy, she'd finally be complete.

"Because other girls, those born physically GG, get horny as hell and hot in their snatch. They want to rub it to orgasm or for another to satisfy that need. Since Ron put it on you, you're probably had sex always on your mind and want it satisfied, just like other hot chicks. You are craving sexual satisfaction. If it were cut off – poof, all gone! You'd not be thinking about sex all the time, like you should be now. The vibrator I bought for you should have intensified it." Tara paused long enough to get them another round of beer.

"Ron did a lot of research when we considered that surgery for you. Nearly all post-op girls no longer can orgasm. He believes that those that claim they can, are lying about it and, worst is, that they are fooling themselves.

"The chastity belt keeps you focused on sex, which is just where we want you to be. You are always craving it and trying to think of what you can do to hopefully satisfy that desire. You are thinking of how can you do more for your key holder to take it off or, maybe just open it so you can orgasm. What can you do to please him enough to do that for you?"

"Ron opened it last night, but it wasn't very satisfying for me," Jewel confessed.

"I'd have been very disappointed with him had it been so. The intent was to demonstrate to you that it can and will be opened when you earn it and it might also be very enjoyable for you, Jewel, as soon as you become more immersed in your new life, but if you want your man to satisfy you then you will need to satisfy him first."

Jewel sipped on her straw and thought it all through. "May I know why he bought the crop? I was never into pain or even mild spankings, Tara."

"I know. Remember what I just said about doing what your man wants for him. You are to consider his wants and needs before your own. My brother is 'into' inflicting a little pain. In his profession, he devotes a hundred and ten percent to giving comfort and I think inflicting a little pain compensates him for all that effort.

"A warning girl, heed it – you do not ever want to experience what his brother will do to you is you piss him off!

"You had better start to think of what you can do to be pleasing, before you ever begin to get anything in return."

When their beers were empty, Tara returned Jewel to her brother.

*****

They'd toured Michigan, the Upper Peninsula and had been doing the beautiful forests and parks in Minnesota. It had been three weeks since Jewel had been pierced and she'd healed nicely. One night, after Mike and Tara had gone to their own room, Jewel stood and walked to where Ron sat, watching the TV.

"May I do something for you, Ron?" she asked sexily while gyrating her hips slowly.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'd like to show you. May I have my hands free for a little while, please?" Jewel continued to rotate her pelvis slowly and didn't press further.

He watched her for several minutes, before making a decision. "Fetch the keys, girl." Jewel walked slowly to the dresser turned and picked them up.

That afternoon, a new addition to her bondage had been applied. While she and Tara had gone to a beauty salon to get their hair done along with a manicure, the men had gone to an adult shop. Ron locked a set of plated ankle cuffs on Jewel's red latex sheathed legs and informed her she'd be wearing them whenever she wasn't sitting on his motorcycle.

She gave him the keys and he released the cuffs from the belt about her small waist. "I'd like to take off my dress for you please?" she asked with her back to him. Once he'd removed the bondage belt she started to dance and stripped out of her black latex sheath.

After performing for a few minutes, Jewel asked him to close his eyes. "Please don't look until I signal, Ron?" He thought nothing of the term she'd used and did as she asked. Jewel had already aroused his sex and he looked forward to using her after letting her indulge in the little game she was playing. Jewel had other ideas.

"Stand up please?" her hand urged him to and she began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Whatever Jewel was doing, Ron liked it so far. She continued to dance wondering if she could carry her plan to conclusion.

Completely naked, Jewel teased his rampant cock with her new, longer red nails. "Please don't peak? Just sit over here and let me do this for you." She guided her man to a straight chair.

He heard her ankle chain as she moved slowly about the room and delighted in the sound. Jewel inserted her gag for the first time on her own and buckled it tightly. Ron was ready to take her.

Gently, Jewel splayed herself across his naked thighs with his hard prick poking at her belt's shield. Ron rested his right hand on her corset laces. Twisting to aim, Jewel very gently placed the still virgin crop sideways between his lips and tweaked his nose. His eyes spank open with surprise and he dropped the whip then he started to laugh at what his girl was clearly doing.

"Are you serious, Jewel?" The blonde turned her head to wink. Drool dripped and her ringed tongue darted about in the open circle.

"You're a bit of a surprise." He retrieved the thin, stiff crop from where it had fallen on the floor. "Remember when you feel this that you asked for it, little one." He positioned her naked rear for best access.

Pressing the small of her back down, Ron buried the leather in her soft cheeks. Never had she imagined it would hurt as much as it did. She screamed and tried to get away, kicking her heels in the air. Ron was thrilled. He had wanted to whip her like this, but had felt he had to have a valid reason, something to justify it beyond his raw lust.

After the second cut had been delivered, Jewel tried to protect her cheeks. Easily, Ron captured her wrists and pressed them in the small of her back.

"You are forbidden to touch your ass. If you do, I'll give you ten more," he warned sternly. Helping her to stand, he moved her to where the belt and locks lay on the floor. With a mighty effort, Jewel broke free and scrambled in the far corner.

Tears of pain cascaded in black rivers down her cheeks and drool dripped from her chin. She shook her head in a plea not to have her hands taken away; Jewel wanted to satisfy her man in her own way. He trapped her with his hands as she continued to swivel her head and beg unintelligibly.

Jewel didn't have the strength to resist and prevent Ron from exerting his will, but she hadn't lost the battle to keep her hands a while longer either. Raising her arms away from her side in an act of submission, she lured him into her trap. As he circled her corseted waist with the belt, Jewel pressed her oversized globes into his chest and wrapped her arms about his shoulders in a hug, making it easy to lock it behind.

Slowly her long nails started to rake his back and created the sensations in her man that she wanted.

Ron paused to enjoy what she was doing; he didn't rush to capture her wrists and lock them where they belonged.

Jewel placed her mouth to his lips as if to kiss, but her gag prevented that. She'd never initiated a kiss with him before, but she had never thought she could possibly do what she'd started.

When she probed with her tongue, he captured the ring between his teeth so she couldn't withdraw. Fingers beneath her hair fumbled with the buckle then the strap fell away.

Though she hated her gag, Jewel wanted the ring there. Ron used her every night with it in place. Having her jaws forcibly parted and no way to resist was what she was accustomed to; she didn't want to take him without it, but she made no effort to resist. Holding her mouth open with the ring in place, Jewel resumed her own attack.

Kissing him and still gently raking Ron's broad back with one hand, her other moved one of his to her soft breast. Ron sensed her move his finger into the ring and squeeze it to his thumb to pinch. His other met her left breast to do the same. Jewel resumed raking with both.

Lifting her, Ron carried her to the bed and broke the kiss to extract her gag.

"Don't forget to fasten my leash; you don't want me running from you," she teased softly. Jewel was on her back inviting her lover with her hands beckoning him on top.

Exhausted, Jewel stated to doze. The opening of the lock awakened her. She pressed and it snapped closed again on her front shield.

"No, big guy, not tonight. That was all for you." She rolled away and pressed her wrists in place. "Just lock my hands like they are supposed to be and let me dream about you tonight.

"I enjoyed that last night, Ron. Thank you for letting me do it for you," Jewel said. A happy smile, albeit faked, played on her face while they waited for breakfast. Tara looked questioningly to both of them.

"Our girl became a real player in this last night, sis," Ron answered.

Mike and Tara weren't satisfied until both had told them the story. Jewel blushed with embarrassment as she was forced to relate the details.

"If OK with you two, let's stay here another day. Jewel told me about a couple of boutiques she'd seen when Tara took her to get her hair and nails done yesterday and asked me to let her go shopping there before we push on," Ron suggested.

" 'Let her go shopping', bro', not one of us take her shopping?" Tara questioned.

"Yes that is what I said."

"You are going to give her money and let her off her leash with her hands free?" Big Mike added.

"She'll be wearing her new ankle cuffs, but that's my intent," Ron affirmed. Jewel's performance had won her some relief.

"I'll take her. I wouldn't trust her without one of us as an escort," Tara sounded suspicious, "not this early, anyway."

"No leash and her hands are to be free. I want her to try on what she buys, sis."

"OK, but I'll control the money. I don't want her to even touch it." Jewel remained passive, but removed the five hundred dollars from her purse and placed the money in front of Tara.

"Let me have the key to the ankle cuffs, we'll use my bike," Tara requested.

"She can ride side-saddle," Ron countered.

Tara helped Jewel with her helmet then unclipped the leash. It was the first time in weeks that Jewel had been without it hanging from her collar. She clipped it to Jewel's purse strap where her ring gag hung.

Once Tara had her motorcycle started and off its stand, Jewel hopped on behind and wrapped her arms around Tara's waist. Cognizant that her passenger wasn't as secure as she'd be straddling the seat, she drove carefully into the wealthy resort town and parked near the salon.

"What are you going to shop for this morning, Jewel?"

"I saw a really neat leather micro yesterday that I think Ron will love."

Tara started to laugh. "Do you think they'll have it in his size?"

"Well, I can ask," Jewel giggled.

"I'm curious, why wouldn't you let Ron open your belt last night?"

"Because, I think I wore him out. When he does it with me the first time, I want it to be extra good.

"You know, you were right about all those things we talked about that afternoon a few weeks ago, Tara," Jewel said as they entered the shop.

"Anything in specific?"

"Craving sex all the time and doing all I can to make Ron happy so I get it," Jewel grinned.

The shop clerk was about their ages and had been standing just inside the store. "Hi girls." She grinned and glanced to take in all of Jewel.

"Love your stockings and shoes. Where'd you get them?" she asked, not mentioning Jewel's ankle chain.

"I don't know where they're from, my man bought them for me," she answered.

"Nice collar." The shop attendant was dressed in Goth style and wore a collar very similar to Jewel's only red.

"Love yours too. Anyway, you must be doing something right if he buys you things like that.

"You want to look around or have you something in mind?" The woman asked.

"Both," answered Jewel. "I'd like to try on that black leather skirt displayed in your window. Do you have it to fit a twenty inch waist?"

"We should, I'll be right back."

Tara was looking at leather dresses. Jewel moved to the where shoes and boots were displayed. She was examining a lace up ankle boot when approached by the clerk.

"This should fit you.

"Don't you love the look of those? I doubt anyone could walk in them, but they'd be fun in bed.

"I want to try them on," Jewel said and seated herself on the chair. "I'm a size eight."

"We have them in red and black patent and white calfskin."

"Hey, Tara, do you think Ron would like these in black, white or red?" she called over.

"Let's see how the white looks. You won't be walking around outside in them, that's for sure, Jewel."

"Don't bet on it," Jewel joked.

"I'll bet you, Jewel. If you can walk ten times around the shop, you can have them, no charge." The girl pointed to the sign above the display that the owner had made up. In the three years Angie had worked there, no one was up to walking in the ballet boots and they'd never given a pair of them away. She got the boots. Having talked Ron into letting her go shopping that morning he'd not locked her shoes on or placed her belt about her waist. Angie knelt and laced them snugly on Jewel's feet.

"What's with your chain?" she was bold enough to ask.

"My man doesn't want me to run away," Jewel quipped. "Besides, it's kinda neat jewelry, donya think?"

"Kewl!" Angie fingered the cuffs and found they were real. Tara was extremely pleased with the way Jewel was conducting herself.

"I suppose this is the leash he keeps you on?" Though Angie questioned the chain, her fingers skimmed around the gag.

Jewel stood, unsteadily at first then picked up the skirt. "Where's your changing booth, I want to put this on before I win my new boots?"

Watching Jewel walk very slowly towards the curtained booth, Angie knew that the boutique was going to give away their first pair of boots that morning.

In the booth Jewel stepped out of her latex skirt and pulled up the new one. Its contoured waist rode low on her on her hips. Shorter than her rubber one, the hem was an inch above the red stocking tops and fit smoothly to hang straight from the curve of her rounded hips. Years of hormones had given her a nicely rounded ass. Jewel twisted and adjusted the back.

'I wonder if they're ready for this?' With a big grin she emerged from behind the curtain and started for the counter and stopped to retrieve her shoes to place them there with her skirt and blouse. Her naked ringed breasts were fully displayed, but that wasn't all. The new skirt had no back, just a two-inch leather band to continue the hem around.

"Angie, where are tops that will go nice with this, please?"

"To your left, I'll be right over.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed.

Tara started to laugh. "He really whipped you hard last night, didn't he?" The ten parallel swollen welts down her cheeks were all deep purple in the surrounding red field framed by the black leather.

"What? You didn't believe me when I told ya what he did before we screwed around.

"Is that a chastity belt you're wearing," the clerk had to ask.

"Fer shure," Jewel grinned. "Ron doesn't want me screwin' none of the other guys.

"Unbelievable," Angie shook her royal blue, magenta and black hair as if it would clear her head.

She started to look through the leather tops on the rack. "May I ask what you do, Jewel?"

" 'Do'? You mean like work?" Jewel was causing Tara to keep on giggling from where she watched. "I don't work. I'm a biker broad. The only thing I work at is making my man happy."

At that time, Virginia Windsor entered her boutique. "Good morning, Angie." She greeted.

"Hi, Ginny. Come over please, I need some help finding the right top?"

Ginny's eyes took all of Jewel in to her small waist; her bottom half was obscured by a rack of skirts. "Ginny this is Jewel. Jewel, Ginny, she's the owner.

"Pleased to meet you. Thanks for the boots." Ginny's eyes dropped then sprang wide open.

"Angie, tell me she didn't. Those are three hundred seventy dollar boots.

"Technically not yet, but she's been standing in them for almost fifteen minutes and her ankles don't wobble a bit." Ginny just shook her head in disbelief.

She stared at Jewel's breasts then turned to her employee. "Remember that red bikini top we made up for that woman last New Year's? I think it's on the top shelf in the workroom. Get it please, Angie?"

"A woman ordered it and even paid cash in advance for it, but never came back to pick it up. She wouldn't give me her name or a phone number and seemed quite embarrassed by it. Since I'm giving merchandise away today, you may have it if you'd like, Jewel."

The top was polished, bright red leather that nearly matched her shiny stockings. Ginny took it from her helper and sorted it out.

"There's not much too it, as you can see. May I put it on you?"

"Fer shure, they won't break," Jewel joked.

Ginny's finger poked through the slit in one of the 'cups'; they were only four-inch triangles. She used her other hand to guide Jewel's ring through. "Hold your ring until I do the other side. Turn around so I can tie the thongs."

Ginny started to laugh, "I didn't realize you were wearing that skirt. Anyone tell you that you've lovely color in your cheeks"

"My man did this morning when I dressed."

"Pass me the top thongs behind your neck, please?" Jewel did and lifted her hair.

"What did you do to earn your strips, Jewel?"

"It was foreplay, nothing else, really."

"Really, you can tell me? What naughty thing did you do to cause him to whip you like that?" Ginny pressed.

"Honest, it was all my idea to get Ron excited and me really hot, before we made love, Ginny."

"I've heard of warming up your date, but that looks a little extreme," Ginny joked. She slapped Jewel's cheek causing her to yelp!

"Turn around so I can adjust the front." Ginny slid the leather on the chest thong to spread the bases of the triangles apart on each breast then centered them over her nipples. Small metal balls weighted down tiny flaps of leather that hid her erect nipple behind.

"This is perfect. Ron will love it," Jewel said after mincing to a mirror and admiring her image. "I love it."

"Ginny, can you add little padlocks to everything, so I can't take them off, even my pretty boots?" Jewel had noticed a mannequin fitted with a suit of bright yellow that used locks in place of buttons, so her question wasn't off the wall.

"Sure sixty dollars – twenty for each piece. It will take Angie about an hour."

"Sold!" Jewel smiled. "Ron will love that." Jewel changed back into her other clothing while Tara paid for the skirt and alterations then they left to look around in the other shops.

"You'll be wearing all of that when I return you." Tara said it in a teasing way, fully expecting to get a rise out of Jewel; instead she got a pleasant surprise.

"We'd have a real fight if you tried to over rule me when I told you that was what I am going to do Tara," Jewel countered with conviction. "Don't argue with me either when I tell you we're having lunch in that bar and grill after it's all locked on either." Jewel pointed to the spot across the street; she was fully psyched up to do it too.

As there were two other customers in her shop at the time they returned to the boutique, Ginny escorted them into the stockroom so she could enjoy and maintain some privacy.

"Angie finished altering everything for you. Why don't you remove your clothing so we can get you dressed." Ginny too was fascinated by Jewel's belt when her skirt revealed it.

"Do you wear that thing all the time?" she asked.

"So far," Jewel grinned. "Ron likes me to practice safe sex, if you know what I mean?"

"It means that her man only gives it to her when he wants and best of all, Jewel can't let her fingers do the walking," Tara joked.

The new skirt now had a new inner waistband of strong poly webbing sewn inside. On her left hip at the top of the zipper, Angie had riveted a brass hasp. Ginny slipped a brass padlock in place and snapped it closed.

The thong that had tied in back around her chest had been replaced with a length of red vinyl-coated, aircraft cable. Its ends had been swaged into eyes and these were sandwiched between a brass backing plate and the parts of another hasp then riveted too.

"We thought to use another hasp here, but decided you can't take it off anyway now. We just knotted the ends into eyes then coated them with epoxy." These were secured together with the padlock's shackle passing through the ring at the rear of Jewel's collar.

After adjusting the small cups, Ginny passed the tongue of the recently installed hasp down through Jewel's nipple ring and closed it over the staple then snapped still another padlock in place on each breast.

"And, for extra security, we have this." A length of chrome chain was locked to each nipple ring. Jewel returned the grin.

"Sit and we'll do your boots." Once they were snugly laced, Ginny tucked the ends of the laces under their ankle straps. The leather was wide enough to rivet two hasps on the outside of each.

"There you are, all locked in."

Ginny turned to Tara, "I guess you get the keys until you can return her. Her locks are keyed alike." Tara accepted the handful of keys Ginny had scooped off the counter.

"Come along, Jewel, let's have lunch before we go back."

As might be expected, Jewel caused a stir from those on the street, but no one approached them. She walked slowly, but impressed Tara that she could do it so well.

Being early, there were few patrons in the bar and, appearing halfway normal, in front they seated at a table near the door without undue attention.

"Tara, do you think that Ron will let me get another tattoo?" Jewel asked expectantly.

"Are you serious?"

"Well, if I'm a biker broad, don't you think I should have one too?"

Tara didn't let on that, like it or not, they had already agreed that Jewel was going to be given more permanent marks.

"I don't know. What were you thinking of, Jewel?"

"I've seen on the Web that many of the Brazilian transsexuals have tattoos at the base of their spines, below the waist. All I've seen are just black, horizontal designs."

"Have you a particular design in mind?" Tara asked.

"Well … what do you think of the Harley logo?"

Jewel was teetering by the time they returned to Tara's motorcycle; her feet and legs were killing her, but she made no complaint. It had been her idea the get the ballet-toed boots and have them locked on.

At the motel, she had to use both hands on the railing to climb the outside stairs to their second floor room. "This is going to be a lot of fun without my hands, Tara," she commented.

"I can imagine. Better you than me."

The guys weren't in their room when they entered. "I'll help you use the bathroom then let you rest for a while, Jewel," Tara offered.

"Go stand by the dresser, Jewel, so I can put your belt on and fasten your hands."

"Why do I always have to have my hands so I can't use them?" Jewel knew her protesting question was pointless, but felt she should offer some resistance. Other than the ache in her legs and extreme discomfort from being on her toes for so long, she felt good; especially how she looked in her new clothes. She was confident that Ron was going to be thrilled.

"Hold on to the dresser if it helps," Tara suggested. Removing the chain leash, she slipped its red leather loop over her left wrist and clipped the snap to the ring on Jewel's collar. Jewel's belt was snugged about her waist and locked.

"Ron let you have your hands the whole time we were out, so stop complaining. Now put them back here." Tara closed a lock to keep them in the small of her back.

"You aren't allowed to play with yourself, not that you can locked in your CB. If your hands were free you still could fondle your breasts and my brother doesn't want that either. You're still lucky you are permitted in the bathroom unsupervised.

"Come over by the bed," Tara tugged the leash to lead her there. With the frame trapping the handle, Jewel was told to sit.

"I'm going to take a nice hot bath then a little nap. You'd probably like a nap too.

"Open," Tara poised with the ring gag before Jewel's full, red lips.

"I'll be quiet and not disturb your rest, Tara."

"I'll be in our room, so I'm sure you won't. Open.

With the gag, uncomfortably spreading her jaws, Jewel was pushed down and told to lie on her belly.

"So you aren't too lonely, I'll let your friend play with you," Tara teased and started to apply the lubricant. The maddening vibrator was slowly shoved up Jewel's ass. "There," Tara pronounced after turning it on. She patted Jewel's very sore cheek.

Another lock was applied between the swivel rings on her steel ankle cuffs, securing her feet together then Tara left the room.

Jewel tried to sleep, but what was going on deep in her bottom and what it caused in her chastity belt wouldn't permit that. The reality of her kinky situation was just … all too real.

"Wake up baby," Ron delivered a sharp slap to her exposed wounded cheek. "Pizza for supper."

"Oh! Wow!" He was gaping uncharacteristically at her breasts locked in her new top. "You did that, just for me?" With copious drool oozing from her gaping mouth, she blinked her eyes and nodded. Ron turned to give her use of her left hand then pushed her on the floor. Tara had a key to each room and entered with Mike behind just as she fell in a heap. They all laughed, but she helped Jewel sit up.

"Don't you dare cry!" she warned. Tears of frustration were forming in Jewel's pretty brown eyes.

"Pass me the tissues, Ron." Tara knelt to stop the makeup-ruining streams. Finished, she smiled at Jewel and pulled her close to sensuously lick the drool off her chin.

"I love the way this gag makes her do that, bro'."

"Me too; like she's juicing, just waiting for my cock to stuff her hole," he grinned.

Jewel couldn't help herself, that gag made her 'juice' uncontrollably and the vibrating dildo was driving her nuts. She squirmed her ass in an effort to find some relief.

"Come over here baby," her man beckoned. Using her one hand and the limited movement her locked cuffs afforded to her kneeling, Jewel slowly made her way to where Ron was seated. He pulled her close then forced her to look at him by lifting the ring on her collar.

"You look terrific!" he beamed. "Stand up. I want to see how delicious you look today." Jewel had no choice; Ron lifted her to her feet by her collar, choking her in the process.

"Do me a favor, Tara, unlock her ankles." Ron held Jewel by her shoulder until she could move her feet enough to maintain her balance then removed the gag.

"Thank you very much for buying this, Ron. Do you like it?"

"You bet." He fingered the locks on her ample breasts.

"Jewel thought you'd like her all locked in like that and asked them to add those," Tara informed.

"Very, very nice. Can you really walk in those," he glanced downwards to her boots. In answer to his question, Jewel minced to the beer, took out four and severed them.

"I didn't give you permission to have a beer," Ron scowled at the girl causing instant fear to register on her face. He laughed.

"Ok, go ahead, but remember next time. You do nothing without our permission.

"Come over here," he pulled her to his lap and cuddled Jewel with one arm, his hand cupping her breast.

"Are these still sore?" his finger had hooked her ring and tugged it gently.

"Nothing like before, but they're a lot more sensitive than they used to be."

"Is that good or bad for you?"

Jewel kissed him on the lips and invited him in. "It's good, silly. I hated what you had done in my mouth, but think I'm coming to like that too."

"Hey, Ron, you want to hear a good one?"

"What's that, Tara?"

"You're little biker bitch asked me if I thought you'd let her get tattooed today." He pushed the blonde away to better look in her eyes. Jewel nodded with a big smile.

"I want to look official, just like the other BB's, Ron."

"What kind of a tatt' did she want, sis?" Big Mike's arms were covered with them. Jewel was confident he had to have even more. "A cute little heart on her ass?"

"Not even close. She wants a Harley logo across the top of it."

Ron pulled her back to his chest. "I'll think about it. Don't ask again." Jewel punched his stomach playfully.

"You're a son-of-a-bitch."

Later, after the others had left, Ron told Jewel to get ready for him in bed. "You're sleeping in that. Put your gag in before you lie down," he ordered.

"Please, may I have my other hand to wash and take off my makeup?"

"No."

Ron had plans for her that night. Once both her hands were again locked in back, he opened her belt. First he washed her carefully. Using his skill as a surgeon, he very carefully shaved her bald again. Jewel's display was most un-girlish with all his attention. It took all her concentration to lie perfectly still and not squirm madly – she wanted to avoid being cut. The batteries had not yet gone dead.

"We'll have to shave you more often, but all good things must come to an end. Time to lock you up again." Jewel screamed with frustration. When she tried to roll away, he gripped her erect rod and pulled her back. Tears started to run from her eyes and sobs came from her throat.

Finding the tube he fumbled to encase what he held in his fingers. Clumsily, he tried to insert her penis in its prison.

"Hmm … the steel must have shrunk," he commented. He tried for several minutes to get it on. It excited him to watch her do what little she could to avoid the inevitable, but he was only teasing her, playing with his captive prize. Ron was a master and could keep a woman at the brink for hours with his foreplay. Though it was his first time with a girl like Jewel, he built her up still more then drew her back slowly to the edge of the precipice.

Although gagged, her scream of pleasure awoke the guests, asleep in the adjacent room.

"Sounds like Jewel finally got her just desserts, Tara."

"Good, she's earned it." Tara snuggled and fell back to sleep.

Ron let the girl shower the next morning then dressed her the same, but for the skirt, substituting her slightly more modest leather micro. Though kept on her leash and her ankles restrained, Jewel went to breakfast with both her hands.

  

  

  

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