Bike

For evil or good, this is an erotic BDSM short tale. Reader's discretion strongly advised.

Elizabeth "Liz" Maquire had always wanted a bike like that, ever since she was a child.

She never really dared to confess it to her parents, as discovering that their little precious girl had managed to circumvent the locks that they had placed on her PC - by using a "live" Ubuntu in a pen-drive - and roamed the internet - for porn! - would have driven them mad with anger.

Growing up, she dared to confess it to her first boyfriend, who took her for crazy and ran away as soon as he got what he wanted from her... a short series of increasingly frustrating or, at best, mildly satisfying sexual approaches.

Maybe, he just realized that their relationship, physically, was going nowhere and bolted before she came to actively hate him.

Over time, she finished to accept this as the normal denouement of her love stories.

The encounter with a new man, a period of crazy love, her growing increasingly unsatisfied by the usually limited efforts of her partner in bed, till she confessed what she would really have liked to do, and the guy vanishing soon after.

To delay the sad ending, she learned to keep it hidden longer but, in the end, it just meant that she had more time to feel down.

She then  resorted to short, meaningless flirts, just for the sake of a little physical thrill that was only enough to get by.

One day, she started looking for someone to play with, in Internet... which only got her to learn new, unwanted forms of delusion and dissatisfaction.

Many self-styled "masters of the universe" littered the web, most of them talking big but really  looking just for a tiny bit of kinky sex; but in the lot there also were some true ass-holes, really out to get their revenge on women.

She really didn't want to be demeaned and (not so) subtly unloved, again - for that, her parents had done a good enough job.

None of the men that she met through the web had the resources to do anything more than tying her up in the bedroom - though this was, already, a vast improvement over the purely straight games that she had to endure till then - and even the best of them still had little of the qualities she looked for in a mate.

After a dozen or so of these failures, she burned out, closed all her accounts in the various contact sites for kinksters, and went back to useless bar pick-ups.

Till she got fed again, and crawled the world wide web again. And burned out, and got fed of pick-ups.

The third time she was back at scouring the adult contact sites, she decided to accept an invitation from someone that she usually wouldn't have cared for - she was getting desperate.

The couple had a farm in the middle of nowhere, with a barn that contained a dungeon and also the wood-craft laboratory where the man, an ageing colossus made of old muscles and wide smiles called Piotr Nikolaj, made small cabinets and furniture, mostly to sell.

But he had also made the special appliances in the dungeon, and was thus privy to the mysteries of metallic carpentry.

They already had a live-in slave, Maria - a twenty something girl with a shaved head, that looked a bit like a younger, and with rounder cheeks, Sigourney Weaver from Alien 3.

They were looking for a fourth companion because "odd numbers are wrong, for humans" - Piotr said it half-jesting, but the women, Maria and Louise - the salt&pepper, fifty-ish Mistress - agreed wholeheartedly the affirmation.

In all, the group had little to do with Liz ideal. Piotr was older than her ideal man, Louise and Maria were in the middle of her need of exclusivity, and the farm was far away from the big city, Liz natural environment.

With romance prospects off the table, she was there mostly to see someone that had managed to have an unconventional relationship and got it to work - something she very much needed to believe it was possible, at the time.

And because there was nothing at stake, really, she relaxed and they hit it off nicely, so she spent half an hour describing her childhood lewd dreams bike to a very interested Piotr.

Little did she knew, that one cannot show a true craftsman with the idea of a device, without him plotting how to build it.

So, that Monday's morning, while Liz was back at her desk, in her small cubicle, Piotr had taken his old F-150 up the interstate, to the only seller of bicycles in a forty miles radius that not only sold spare parts, but also had a salesman able to pull out of the catalogues the pieces one would need, for his special project.

By Tuesday afternoon, Piotr had finished his design and fired up the his loyal MIG soldering machine.

Wednesday night,  she received an email, with a photo of the finished bike.

She was supposed to meet  new guy in town, that week-end - "Master Goliath". She dropped off the appointment, and went to the farm, instead.

The base bike looked like the cross one that she had when she was ten, only bigger.

The mechanism was more streamlined than the one in the photo set that had inspired her dreams... that bike used a secondary wheel, this just a connect rod on the side.

It also had a little pump, that sprinkled a drop of oil trough a channel that went all up till the head of moving dildo, when the piston reached the top.

Before she realized it, she had dropped all her dresses, and seated over the silicone cock protruding from the small seat.

The position was a little too aback, and she realized that the dildo position was set for anal penetration.

She looked up to Piotr, and saw a crooked smile on his face, and a bulge on the front of his trousers.

He reached to his work table, and took out a belt, with two small chains, then came over to Liz, that felt herself sliding irresistibly in "sub mode".

He bent over to her, and explained calmly his intentions for the rest of the day, trying to get her attention.

When he asked her consent, she nodded enthusiastically - he forced her up, sliding the artificial cock out of her cunt, and then helped her placing it in her back hole, against her sudden tension. She had hardly ever played that way and, even if the lubricant made things simpler, it took her a lot of effort to slide the thing in.

Effort, pain... and an obscure, warm pleasure.

He took a lunge whip - the kind used to teach horse how to throttle - and led her to a paddock with a pole standing in the middle, in front of the porch in the back of the main house.

He attached a cord from the central pole to a steel ring in her belt's side, and ordered her to start running around the pole.

Pedalling with the dildo sliding in and out of her was as difficult as she had always expected...

Difficult, painful, humiliating - Maria and Louise were standing on the porch watching, now, chatting among themselves and, every now and then, cheering her up.

Piotr kept giving her orders, cracking the whip's tip to  catch her attention, when he saw that she was getting too engrossed.

After some ten minutes, she climaxed for the first time in a loooooong stretch, and all but stopped moving, almost falling down - Piotr had seen it an had promptly come to catch her.

While she lingered in his strong arms, he asked her if she wanted to continue.

"When you want to stop, just say 'yellow'" - the family used the "semaphore" system for safe-word.

She restarted, unsteady, and went back her crcle of glory.

Two hours and six orgasms after, she asked to be allowed to come to ride the bike every week-end.

Three months after, she found a job in the small town , and moved in with the trio.