Re: 50 Shades of Grey (Bike)
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 1:43 am
gave me a bell end sweat reading that any chance of some pictures.... some duct tape shots and cable ties would be nice mmmm..
Nancy shivered against the cold of. She could feel the moisture of the night trickling into streams, running over her body and down between the cleavage of the ‘V’ that was her heaving bosom and beating heart.
One day, she thought, I will once again feel the gentle teasing caress of an old paint brush dripping with degreasing fluid between my inlet ports, followed by a good rubdown with a soft cloth and some of the much desired WD40. She shuddered at the thought of that beautiful lubricant and water dispersant, slowly, but patiently and insistently penetrating even her tightest areas as she lay there passively and let it slip ever deeper into her.
The dim house lights reflected off her, and the half light emphasised just how shapely and desirable she still was. Her small but perfectly formed left headlamp was pert and proud though for some reason Mr X had hidden the right one from view. It was complimented by the cut of the few original Japanese ‘style’ items of clothing Mr X had left her with. She winced when she looked at her rear though. She, like all the “Greys” had been born with a slim, shapely, well fitted and perfectly proportioned rear. Recently her sick and deviant master had forced her to have a huge ‘Butt implant’ which had transformed it from a classic slim Japanese peach, to something more akin to an American burger addict.
To add insult to injury, the internal organs that were housed beneath her new huge arse, had been crudely and insensitively treated during the operation and many were still left unsecured causing her intermittent loss of feeling to all areas, terrible chaffing, and also allowed water in places she did not enjoy it. Having said that Nancy was no shrinking violet and would lay herself bare for the right kind of moisture, in the right places. A finger tip gently rubbing a little grease around her seal lips, or packing it into her bearing housings with gusto would always be greeted with a little squeal of excitement and she was an unadulterated whore if offered the cold but stimulating sensation of contact cleaner in every orifice followed by some WD40 to sooth and protect the area until next time.
Nancy knew that her hopes and dreams were her only means of escape from her current plight. However, despite her hard life and current abuse the spirit of the Japanese Samurai still beat deep with in her perfectly shaped “v” chest and though down, she would never ever quit. She remembered the family mottos of her Honda family “the power of dreams” and the one for which the Hondas were best know “Indestructible”, and vowed that she would survive, whatever it took, and one day maybe, just maybe she would feel the protection of a shed, or even just a cover. Maybe Mr X would look under her new butt and rectify the internal issues so she did not lose sensation in the different areas, and maybe ....just maybe......one day..... she might even feel the strong knowledgeable and experienced caress of one of the mythical 400GB clan who would softly stroke the bodywork, take her to a place of warmth and safety then strip her willing body naked and lay her bare for his expert hands to gently explore....
To be continued......?
Wonder who that was .... 
