50 Shades of Grey Bike ...... (Episode V)
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 3:59 pm
50 Shades of Grey(Bike) 
Any resemblance to real or actual person (living, dead or in Scotland) are purely intentional. All names have been only very vaguely changed to fully persecute the guilty.
Nancy had endured a hard life. She had been born in the land of the Rising Sun but like so many of her kind, had been shipped abroad to satisfy the lustful desires of endless Western men (and occasionally women) who yearned for a Japanese model of a “certain size” which could not be satisfied from more conventional sources. She was in her early 20’s but had already experienced things no girl should ever have to.
She had been discreetly shipped into the UK inside a container labelled up as “Grey” import. A legal, but shady world that for many years meant Nancy would draw sneers from her more conventional, and often larger, contemporaries.
Poor Nancy had quickly come to learn she was merely an object of desire to be used and traded by her owners and had been bought and sold a number of times. Whilst she had always tried hard to please her current owner, she had met with a mixed response. Some would cherish and care for her, others would abuse her and some would even throw her on the floor then try and hide the damage to her clothes with plasters or cheap imported copies of the original beautiful and high quality original clothing. In short, Nancy was no longer the young jaw dropping gorgeous epitome of svelte and sporting Japanese perfection, she had once been. However, beneath the shoddy clothes that she had been forced to wear, the abuse she had endured and the toll that the years of neglect had taken upon her – there still beat the heart of a proud Japanese girl, who given the chance, and somebody who knew how to handle he properly, could once again regain her former glory and satisfy her owners deepest desires, on demand and, every single time.
2011 found her traded on once again by another bad man who abused her and never understood the real potential for deep satisfaction that lay within his grasp, if only he had know how to probe the hidden depths and unleash the animal that lay within. She had heard of fellow “Grey” imports who had found caring and loving owners, who revived them with love, rubber, semi synthetic lubricant and gentle caressing hands from their years of hard labour, restoring them to their full glory once more.
These much sought after owners had a highly clandestine club known as 400GB where they, and the “Greys”, would meet, talk freely trade items for added - satisfaction and even sometimes be ridden by a fellow owner. Nancy yearned to be found by a 400GB member, to be all that she could be once more, to have her button gently pressed turning her on so she could in turn provide unfettered satisfaction between the legs of someone who would ride her with respect, but occasionally treat her roughly maybe even push it hard into the Goosneck sometimes.
She wondered if her dreams finally be realised as her new owner hove into view....known only as the mysterious, Mr X from the Northern Wilds of Scotland.
Quickly our heroin realised that her prayers had not been heard and her life of abuse was not only to continue, but was about to plunge to new depths of depravity. With several hard years starting to show on her and nothing more than her ill fitting and cheap quality copy clothing to protect her from the raw Scottish elements, she was forced to sleep outside in all weathers with no shelter.
It soon became apparent that her new owner was not at all “experienced” and in fact she was his first ever “Grey”. This showed as he almost immediately fumbled around blindly, poking and tweaking things in an attempt to turn her on make her purr, and get her hot.
His inexperience became apparent as he groped beneath her tattered clothing repeatedly moving his fingers left then right then back to the middle to try and get her juice flowing. She desperately wanted to please him and wanted to get turned on but without a little ...suction to move her diaphragm, her juices would never run freely and she would not be able to feel the longed for piston sliding within her smooth bore once more.
Having been shown the initial error of his ways Mr X claimed Nancy was ‘damaged goods’ when he got her and rather than helping to revive the beleaguered Nancy set about a catalogue of abuse the like so f which even she had not experienced before. He made he wear a gaudy orange outfit then tore off her already shabby clothing leaving her now half naked and open to the elements. He would drain and reused the same lubricant a number of times, despite it now having lost is lovely smooth viscosity which enabled any moving part to slide, twist and rotate freely – which is just the way she liked it.
Her pipe work was in perfect order but he drew some perverse pleasure in pulling and tugging at it until in a fit of pique he actually broke the point where it is attached. Nancy was taken in the dead of night to see someone who would “fix” the damage, but this did not deter Mr X as upon returning home he continued to abuse her pipework, pushing, hitting and attempting to screw her flange too hard at strange angles...again causing injury that needed outside patching up.
Determined to force her to provide him with the satisfaction he craved, Mr X turned, in a vain attempt, to electrical stimulation. With an evil cackle he used jump leads from a nearby car battery and connecting them to her terminals, repeatedly tried to shock Nancy into compliance. He would simultaneously jab viciously at her ‘button’ (he had been told this would “turn her on”) and finger the area that he now knew should get her juices going – but to no avail.
Nancy wished she could explain to him that there was very little wrong with her and that with a little time, patience and love she could be a loyal, entertaining ride that would put a smile on his face every time, but alas she could not get through to him, and he had no patience to learn how to handle a lady with this much potential. He would probe randomly with his fingers and other random objects from his deviant collection, into her every orifice. In, out, in, out he would probe with a gathering frustration and urgency then randomly have another poke at her bright red button.
Nancy did her best to please Mr X, but her past history, continued abuse and living half naked outside were taking their toll on her and she could not perform to her full potential without some help. Nancy occasionally overheard the mythical words “400GB” mentioned and hoped that either Mr X would been learn how to treat a “Grey” and finally treat her right, lube her up well, caress her button and with just a little asphyxiation (to help get things going) turn her on, warm her up gently and then ride her hard like she craved so much, or, that one of the fabled “400GB” had heard of her plight and may yet save her from the terrible life she now found herself in........
To be continued......(maybe)
Any resemblance to real or actual person (living, dead or in Scotland) are purely intentional. All names have been only very vaguely changed to fully persecute the guilty.
Nancy had endured a hard life. She had been born in the land of the Rising Sun but like so many of her kind, had been shipped abroad to satisfy the lustful desires of endless Western men (and occasionally women) who yearned for a Japanese model of a “certain size” which could not be satisfied from more conventional sources. She was in her early 20’s but had already experienced things no girl should ever have to.
She had been discreetly shipped into the UK inside a container labelled up as “Grey” import. A legal, but shady world that for many years meant Nancy would draw sneers from her more conventional, and often larger, contemporaries.
Poor Nancy had quickly come to learn she was merely an object of desire to be used and traded by her owners and had been bought and sold a number of times. Whilst she had always tried hard to please her current owner, she had met with a mixed response. Some would cherish and care for her, others would abuse her and some would even throw her on the floor then try and hide the damage to her clothes with plasters or cheap imported copies of the original beautiful and high quality original clothing. In short, Nancy was no longer the young jaw dropping gorgeous epitome of svelte and sporting Japanese perfection, she had once been. However, beneath the shoddy clothes that she had been forced to wear, the abuse she had endured and the toll that the years of neglect had taken upon her – there still beat the heart of a proud Japanese girl, who given the chance, and somebody who knew how to handle he properly, could once again regain her former glory and satisfy her owners deepest desires, on demand and, every single time.
2011 found her traded on once again by another bad man who abused her and never understood the real potential for deep satisfaction that lay within his grasp, if only he had know how to probe the hidden depths and unleash the animal that lay within. She had heard of fellow “Grey” imports who had found caring and loving owners, who revived them with love, rubber, semi synthetic lubricant and gentle caressing hands from their years of hard labour, restoring them to their full glory once more.
These much sought after owners had a highly clandestine club known as 400GB where they, and the “Greys”, would meet, talk freely trade items for added - satisfaction and even sometimes be ridden by a fellow owner. Nancy yearned to be found by a 400GB member, to be all that she could be once more, to have her button gently pressed turning her on so she could in turn provide unfettered satisfaction between the legs of someone who would ride her with respect, but occasionally treat her roughly maybe even push it hard into the Goosneck sometimes.
She wondered if her dreams finally be realised as her new owner hove into view....known only as the mysterious, Mr X from the Northern Wilds of Scotland.
Quickly our heroin realised that her prayers had not been heard and her life of abuse was not only to continue, but was about to plunge to new depths of depravity. With several hard years starting to show on her and nothing more than her ill fitting and cheap quality copy clothing to protect her from the raw Scottish elements, she was forced to sleep outside in all weathers with no shelter.
It soon became apparent that her new owner was not at all “experienced” and in fact she was his first ever “Grey”. This showed as he almost immediately fumbled around blindly, poking and tweaking things in an attempt to turn her on make her purr, and get her hot.
His inexperience became apparent as he groped beneath her tattered clothing repeatedly moving his fingers left then right then back to the middle to try and get her juice flowing. She desperately wanted to please him and wanted to get turned on but without a little ...suction to move her diaphragm, her juices would never run freely and she would not be able to feel the longed for piston sliding within her smooth bore once more.
Having been shown the initial error of his ways Mr X claimed Nancy was ‘damaged goods’ when he got her and rather than helping to revive the beleaguered Nancy set about a catalogue of abuse the like so f which even she had not experienced before. He made he wear a gaudy orange outfit then tore off her already shabby clothing leaving her now half naked and open to the elements. He would drain and reused the same lubricant a number of times, despite it now having lost is lovely smooth viscosity which enabled any moving part to slide, twist and rotate freely – which is just the way she liked it.
Her pipe work was in perfect order but he drew some perverse pleasure in pulling and tugging at it until in a fit of pique he actually broke the point where it is attached. Nancy was taken in the dead of night to see someone who would “fix” the damage, but this did not deter Mr X as upon returning home he continued to abuse her pipework, pushing, hitting and attempting to screw her flange too hard at strange angles...again causing injury that needed outside patching up.
Determined to force her to provide him with the satisfaction he craved, Mr X turned, in a vain attempt, to electrical stimulation. With an evil cackle he used jump leads from a nearby car battery and connecting them to her terminals, repeatedly tried to shock Nancy into compliance. He would simultaneously jab viciously at her ‘button’ (he had been told this would “turn her on”) and finger the area that he now knew should get her juices going – but to no avail.
Nancy wished she could explain to him that there was very little wrong with her and that with a little time, patience and love she could be a loyal, entertaining ride that would put a smile on his face every time, but alas she could not get through to him, and he had no patience to learn how to handle a lady with this much potential. He would probe randomly with his fingers and other random objects from his deviant collection, into her every orifice. In, out, in, out he would probe with a gathering frustration and urgency then randomly have another poke at her bright red button.
Nancy did her best to please Mr X, but her past history, continued abuse and living half naked outside were taking their toll on her and she could not perform to her full potential without some help. Nancy occasionally overheard the mythical words “400GB” mentioned and hoped that either Mr X would been learn how to treat a “Grey” and finally treat her right, lube her up well, caress her button and with just a little asphyxiation (to help get things going) turn her on, warm her up gently and then ride her hard like she craved so much, or, that one of the fabled “400GB” had heard of her plight and may yet save her from the terrible life she now found herself in........
To be continued......(maybe)
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