The Road Trip - Part 7

I finally finished part 7 of The Road Trip. Originally part 7 was going  to be much longer, but I decided to only post about 25% of the what I had panned. As it is, part 7 is longer than any of the other parts. I have a lot planned for the next 75%. I hope to have it up before to long.

I do not have any images for this part of the story. I have to leave on a trip early tomorrow and if I don't get this posted tonight it wont get posted until next Saturday.

If you're new to this story, you can read all the preceding parts here: The Road Trip links

The Road Trip - Part 007
by Varian Milagro

“There’s a Q in Quality Inn,” Andrea shouted, her face lit up in excitement. She looked around for someone to share in her victory—she’d been stuck on the letter Q for the last half hour. Her mom was too busy groping Maria to notice and Buddy just glared at her. She hadn’t seen Enid or Tracey in nearly an hour. She hoped that her sister was safe. Barry was still hiding out in the bedroom. She’d be happy of she never saw him or his magic ever again.

After a brief glance at the Twinkie sitting on the console she turned her attention back to the road, and looked for the next her letter, knowing that she’d find it without any difficulty. Rs were all over the place. Z was going to be the troublemaker.

She’d been playing the alphabet game to take her mind off her nausea and near uncontrollable urge to eat the Twinkie. Just the thought of sinking her teeth into its spongy goodness made her mouth water and stomach rumble. She didn’t care that it would make her even fatter. The last two Twinkies had already put a good forty pounds of fat on her body. Who knew how much this one would add.



Andrea had never been fat before and had exercised regularly to keep herself slim. Years of running every morning had gone down the drain in a few delicious seconds. It would take her months to work off the weight the last two Twinkies had packed on her body. She’d worry about that later. Right now she wanted the Twinkie more than anything. But first she needed to smoke more a few more cigarettes.

She’d nearly vomited while smoking the last cigarette and, according to Enid’s decree, she still had three more to go. Once her stomach settled she’d smoke again. She’d been hoping that Buddy would go to sleep then she’d eat the Twinkie while her slept. The damn dog wouldn’t take his eyes off her. He guarded the stupid Twinkie like it was made of actual gold. It had taken her a half hour for her stomach to settle after her first cigarette before she could smoke her second. It had been over forty minutes since her second cigarette and she still felt like puking. At this rate she’d never get to eat the Twinkie. She wanted to cry.

Ten feet behind Andrea, Susan and Maria were made out on the couch. Maria sat on Susan’s lap with his arms wrapped around her neck while she groped his chest with one hand and squeezed his ass with another. He was lost in the sensations coming from his chest, his nipples in particular. His ex-wife had played with his nipples occasionally, but it had never really done anything for him. Nipple play had been okay, but nothing to write home about. It was so different today. Every pinch, twist, and flick Susan gave one of his nipples felt like a bolt of lightning straight to his cock.

He couldn’t say for certain, but it felt like he may have more flesh on his rump. Generally he felt smaller and lighter, but whenever Susan grabbed one of his cheeks it felt like there was more for her to grab.

Her touch had changed too. When they’d started getting physical with each other she’d caressed him gently, softly. Now she groped and grabbed firmly with dominance. Her hand gripped his butt cheek like a vice, but in a good way. Between the attention to his nipples and his ass he thought that he might come any moment. His cock tented his purple dress.

There was no doubt in Susan’s mind that Maria had more junk in his trunk. That wasn’t the only thing that had grown. His nipples were the size of jelly beans and his areolas were triple their original size. The flesh around his nipples yielded to her ministrations in a decidedly feminine manner. His waist was trimmer. It was turning her on in a way that confused her. She normally enjoyed masculine traits in her lovers, yet the more feminine Maria became the hornier she became.

They were interrupted by a cell phone ringing.

Susan broke the kiss to answer the phone. When she noticed the name of the caller she pushed Maria off her lap and stood.

“Hello, David,” Susan answered as she walked toward the back of the RV, wishing to put as much distance between herself and Maria while she talked with her husband.

“How’s the trip going? How are the girls? I miss all three of you.” David said.

“We’re fine. We’re still driving. Andrea is at the wheel right now.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t stopped for the night. It will be getting dark for you in a couple of hours. You don’t want to set up your tent in the dark.”

Susan came to a stop in the kitchen. Tracey was in the lower bunk bed laying next to a naked Enid. It looked like they were sleeping. Turning around she saw Maria sitting on the couch, adjusting the straps of his dress. Susan was trapped. The urge to open the RV door and leapt out of the moving vehicle nearly overpowered her. Just a few minutes ago she’d been lost in the moment, making out with Maria. She probably would have gone all the way with him, even with Andrea only ten feet away. Ever since she’d put on the t-shirt she’d felt herself slipping away. The beer had only made it worse. Talking to David was like a splash of cold water in the face.

“Hello? Are you still there?”

“I’m still here. Sorry, I zoned out for a moment,” Susan said. “I think we’ll spend the night indoors tonight.” She hated lying to her husband even by omission.

“Listen, I received a call from Elaine earlier in the day,” David said hesitantly. “She expressed concern about Andrea attending the wedding. Apparently there is some bad blood between our daughter and hers. Anyway, I’m sure that it’s all being blown out of proportion, but don’t you think it might be better to skip the wedding?”

“I’m sure that you’re right, but we’re going anyway, I can’t explain why. You’ll have to trust me that going to the wedding is the best option at the moment.” Susan cringed as she said the word “trust”. She’d nearly slept with another man and she still might before they made it to Seattle.

“I trust you completely.”

“I should go. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” David said.

What was she going to do? She needed to get her daughters away from Barry before anything else happened to them. Sweet, kind Tracey was now part dog and apparently a lesbian too. Andrea was now a heavy set Goth and on her way to becoming a smoker. She’d been making out with a man she’d met a few hours ago. A man who was slowly turning into a woman. It looked like Tracey wasn’t going to be the only dyke in the family.

She struggled to come up with a way to save all four of them as she made her way to the front of the RV. “I need to talk to Andrea. Can you give us a moment?” She said to Maria.

Maria looked around the RV. “What do you want me to do? Hide out in the bathroom?”

Susan felt like screaming. She forced herself to remain calm on the outside. “Why don’t you hang out in the kitchen? In fact while you’re there you can make yourself useful and make everyone a sandwich.”

Maria’s face flushed. He stood. “Just because I’m wearing a dress doesn’t mean I have to be the one to make food.”

Susan gritted her teeth. She looked him over for a moment before replying. He’d lost a few inches of height and definitely gained some curves. If he gained anymore up top he’d need a bra. “Just do it, okay?”

Maria stomped to the kitchen as Susan sat herself in the passenger seat across from her daughter. Andrea looked over at her mother and nearly dropped the unlit cigarette that dangled between her lips.

“Wow, Mom! Nice guns.”

“Guns?” Susan looked around the immediate vicinity. The last thing they needed was a firearm on the RV. A crazy woman with a magic wand and an omnipotent madman were enough. “I don’t see any guns.”

“I’m talking about your arms. Have you looked at them lately?”

Susan held out her arm and let out a gasp. How did she not notice? Her arm swelled with muscles. She made a fist and tensed her arm, making her new bicep bulge the size of a baseball.

“I’m not sure when that happened.” Susan lifted her shirt. Her abdomen was cut with muscles.

“Your arms are as big as Dad’s,” Andrea said around her cigarette.

“You think so?” Susan flexed her arm again. She imagined herself challenging her husband to an arm wrestling competition and winning. He’d be so embarrassed being beaten by a woman. The thought sent a thrill through her body.

“Absolutely. Speaking of Dad, what did he want?” Andrea grabbed the lighter of the console.

“You aren’t going to light that are you?”

Andrea flicked the lighter to life and then lit her cigarette. “Does that answer your question?”

Susan shook her head. “Apparently Chloe and her mother don’t want you to attend the wedding. I can’t imagine why. Elaine enlisted your father to talk us out of going.”

“You know, I didn’t actually do anything with Brad. Barry changed reality so everyone thinks that I did.”

Susan frowned as she remembered the fallout after Chloe had found out that Andrea had been intimate with Brad It hadn’t been pretty. In her memories Andrea had been proud of herself and had shown no sign of shame over getting caught. Not that she was one to show shame. The girl bragged on the internet all the time about the guys she fooled around with. Why would she now deny messing around with Chloe’s fiancé? Maybe Barry’s magic was involved. She’d seen enough to know that he was capable of altering everyone’s memories. She wondered if Barry had altered Andrea’s memory, making her think that she hadn’t given Brad a blow job or everyone else’s, making them think that she had? Susan decided to error on the side of trusting her daughter.

“I’m going to find a way to kill that man if it’s the last thing I do,” Susan said.

“Shhh.”

“He’s way in the back with the door closed. He can’t hear us,” Susan said. “

“He can alter reality. How do you know he can’t hear us?” Andrea took a drag and made a face. “God these things are so gross.”

“Why are you smoking it then?”

“Because once I smoke this one and two more then I get to eat that.” Andrea pointed the cigarette at the golden snack cake on the console separating the two seats.

Buddy barked three times.

“No, Enid said that I had to smoke five more and then I could eat the Twinkie,” Andrea told Buddy.

Buddy barked again.

“Fuck! I’ll never be able to smoke three more. I’m already dying.”

“Why do you want to eat the Twinkie,” Susan said. “You know that it’s just going to make you even fatter.”

Andrea ran as hand over her bulging belly. “I know. I guess it’s the same reason that you were drinking beer earlier.”

Just hearing the word “beer” made Susan salivate. There was plenty of more beer in the kitchen. She wondered how Maria was coming along the her sandwiches. Perhaps she should investigate and pop herself a cold one at the same time.

“Fuck this.” Susan grabbed the Twinkie and threw it out the window.

“No!” Andrea screamed.

“It’s for your own good. You’ll thank me later.”

Buddy growled at Susan, his teeth bared.

“Shut up, Buddy. Bite me if you want otherwise piss off.” Susan held her arm out as she glared at the German shepherd.

“When Enid finds out that you threw out the Twinkie she is going to flip out,” Andrea said. Her hand shook as she took a puff away on her cigarette

“I’m not going to live in fear of her and neither should you. If you don't want to be a smoker throw the cigarettes out the window, too.”

Buddy started growling again.

“Think about it, Buddy. Who would you rather have in control of the wand? Andrea, who has her mind back, or Miss Psycho?” Susan said.

Buddy looked to the back of the RV. He let out a whimper and then laid down.

Andrea picked up the pack of cigarettes and then threw them out the window. “So, how are we supposed to get the wand away from her?”

“I’m still working on that,” Susan said.

The ladies stopped talking and watched the road. Traffic was heavy and had started slowing down. After a few more miles they saw road signs warning upcoming of heavy construction. A minute later traffic slowed to 20mph.

“It’s much easier to walk in the RV when you’re driving this slow,” Maria said as made his way up front, carrying a tray holding five sandwiches, a can of Budweiser and a bottle of wine. He set one of the sandwiches on the console for Andrea.

Susan snatched the beer off the tray and threw it out the window. She was about to do the same for the wine, but part of her wanted Maria to drink more, wanted him to become even more feminine.

“You didn’t need to throw it out the window. I could have taken it back to the kitchen,” Maria said.

“I’m sorry,” Susan said. “Sit on my lap and I’ll try to make it up to you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Maria said. “You are married after all.”


Susan face grew serious. “I didn’t ask if it was a good idea.” She patted her leg. “Sit.”

Maria’s face flushed. “Hold your horses, Mrs. Bossy.” He set wine bottle and remaining sandwiches on the console and then set the tray behind Susan’s chair.

Buddy barked loudly.

“There’s a dog dish of food for you by the table,” Maria said. “The other sandwiches are for Tracey and Enid.”

Buddy growled.

Maria picked up one of the bologna sandwiches. “Fine, but you get to tell one of the girls that you ate their sandwich.” He squealed and dropped the sandwich when Susan grabbed him about the waist, pulling him onto her lap.

Buddy pounced on the fallen sandwich.

Maria swatted Susan’s arm playfully. “Just because you’ve gained the muscles of a man doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”

Susan flexed her right arm, making her bicep bulge. “Is mine bigger than yours?”

“Probably.” Maria squeezed Susan’s upper arm. His bright red nails went well with her thick muscles. His felt his cock stir as he massaged her bicep.

Susan was getting pretty horny herself. The sight of his erect nipples tenting his dress was making her wet. The only thing that kept her from ravishing him was the presence of her daughters. If Barry wasn’t occupying the bedroom she’d carry him back there and show him just how turned on she was.

She wrapped an arm around his waist as she leaned forward to snatch the wine bottle off the console. She was eager to see what more alcohol would do to his body. “Why don’t you have some more wine?”

Maria took a long pull on the bottle and then leaned back against Susan’s body. He put up some token resistance when she started groping him again, but gave up after less than a minute. The wine’s tingly sensations were back and her touch was feeling really good. When she ran her hand over his nipples he moaned and then turned his head and kissed her.

Susan could barely contain herself as she made out with Maria. The flesh surrounding his nipples swelled beneath her hand. It was sending her over the edge. Only Andrea’s presence stopped her from ripping open his dress and sucking his growing tits. She wanted to fuck him in the worst way

In the back Tracey lay awake in bed, unable to sleep and afraid to move. Her mind replayed her actions with Enid on a constant loop. Tracey had never been intimate with a girl before—she hadn’t given or received oral from anyone. She’d always assumed that her first time would be with a guy her own age. It wasn’t that she hadn’t enjoyed herself. It had been flipping amazing. Just the scent of Enid’s dried juices on her face was making her horny. But it was more of the same stupid magic that had given her a dog nose and tongue. Still, it had to be better than being fucked by a dog, which was probably going to happen to her in the very near future.

Tracey caught the scent of bologna, causing her stomach to growl. It reminded her that other than a couple of dog treats, she hadn’t eaten since that morning, back when her biggest problem in life was a lack of WiFi. She’d give up the internet for a year to go back to the time before they met Barry.

Enid blinked a couple of times and then turned and gazed at Tracey. “Holy shit. You are so fucking cute.” Enid gave Tracey a quick peck on the lips.

Tracey’s face grew warm. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Enid smiled wickedly. “I did and I had wonderful dreams about that tongue of yours.” She spread her legs. “Are you ready to go again or should I get you some more wine?”

Tracey felt a pleasant pulse between her legs. She licked her lips. ‘Okay.” Tracey scooted down the bed. She stopped when she felt Enid’s body stiffen.

“Wait! Why are we stopped?” Enid pushed Tracey to the side and then scrambled out of bed. She found her clothes on the floor. As she pulled on her panties she took notice of Tracey frown. “Aw, did I hurt Puppy’s feelings?”

Tracey clenched her. “You’re so mean.”

“You bet your cute little dog nose I am.” Enid reached under the bed and then pulled out the wand. “Get this straight. You’re my puppy girl and you’ll obey me like a good dog or I’ll use this wand and turn you all the way into a dog or worse. Now, heel.”

Tracey leapt off the bed. As she hurried to Enid’s side, she felt something weird slapping the sides of her face. She shook her head and was slapped in the face with long, droopy dog ears.

“I wondered when you were going to notice those,” Enid said with an annoying chuckle. “Don’t worry, they make you look adorable.”

Tracey wasn’t sure that being “adorable” was a good exchange for gaining dog ears. While she checked the rest of her body for changes, Enid dressed quickly.

“Come, girl,” Enid said as she strode toward the front of the RV.

Tracey bounded after Tracey, losing all thoughts of herself, her only concern turning to obeying Enid. She’d been able to check most of her body and so far it looked like the only thing that had changed was her ears.

“Why aren’t we moving?” Enid demanded as she neared the driver’s chair.

“Construction,” Andrea said. “It’s down to one lane for the next couple of miles. They have an escort vehicle ferrying cars each way. It’ll a be ten minute wait if we go in the next group, otherwise it will be closer to a half hour.”

Enid looked over at Maria sitting on Susan’s lap. He still looked male in the face, but he had the figure of a woman. He also had small breasts the size of tangerines. Susan looked like she’d spent the last couple of years training daily with free weights.

“It looks like you two have been enjoying yourselves. Check out Tracey’s ears. They’re just too cute, don't you think?” Enid stepped to the side. “Sit up and speak, puppy girl.”

Tracey crawled forward and then knelt between her sister and mother and then let out a bark. Her face was as red as her long tongue.

Andrea felt one of Tracey’s ears. It was half a foot long and covered with soft, brown hair. It reminded her of a beagle’s ear. “They really are cute,” she said apologetically. Internally she was happy that the only thing that had changed on Tracey was her ears. It could have been a lot worse.

“Where, the fuck, are the Twinkie and cigarettes?” Enid shouted.

“I threw them out,” Susan said. “You had your fun at Andrea’s expense, but enough is enough.”

Enid whirled on Buddy. “You were supposed to wake me!” She raised the magic wand. “I should test this out on you.”

Buddy cowered.

Enid took several deep breaths. “I’m going to let you get away with this one.” She pointed the wand at Susan. “Go find another place to fondle Maria.”

Maria climbed off of Susan and then waited for her to stand. Susan led him back to the bunk beds. Buddy slinked off to the couch.

Enid sat in the passenger seat and then pointed at the floor next to her chair. “Lay down, puppy girl.”

“May I have one of the sandwiches?” Tracey said in a quiet voice. “I’m really hungry.”

Enid turned around in her seat. “There’s some food that’s perfect for a puppy girl.” She pointed at the two dog dishes sitting beneath the table.

Tracey’s face fell.

“You don’t have to eat it, but you’re not getting anything else anytime soon.”

“She can have my sandwich,” Andrea said.

“No, she can’t.” Enid rolled down her window. “It’s time to test out the powers of this wand.” She pointed it out the window.

Tracey stared at the dog food. It was the kind from a can and looked more like someone’s nasty poop than actual food. There were large chunks of some kind of meat lodged in the large pile of wet, brown mass. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her of her hunger. Her brain told her stomach to fuck off. There was no way that she was eating dog food.

Enid ignored Tracey as she scanned the cars stuck in traffic around the RV. “Now who’s going to be the lucky ones?”

“What are you going to do to them?” Andrea asked as she chewed on the end of her thumb.

“I don’t know.” Enid had a look of wicked wonder on her face.

Tracey stuck her nose close to the dog food and sniffed. It didn’t smell as bad as it looked, in fact it actually smelled kind of good. She stuck out her tongue and touched the tip against the top of the pile of dog food. It actually tasted better than it smelled. It kind of reminded her of a cross between Salisbury steak and corned beef hash, but not the good kind, more like what you’d get in a cheap TV dinner.

She decided to try one of the pieces of meat. It wasn’t bad, except that it was tough like leather. It was too big to swallow and no matter how much she chewed it, she couldn’t break it apart. She was about to spit it out when her jaw muscles spasmed. It felt good in a strange, powerful way. The spasms moved to her gums. A stretching sensation followed. She knew what was happening and it was filling her with an unaccustomed thrill. She didn’t want to be a dog, but at the moment, gaining the teeth and muzzle of a dog felt totally erotic.

The stretching lasted only a few seconds and the spasms in her gums and jaw faded soon after. She felt her face. Her mouth felt longer. Not long like Buddy or other German Shepherds. It probably wasn’t even as long as a Pekinese, but it felt huge to her. Humans weren’t supposed to have muzzles. So why was she disappointed that it wasn’t longer?

Her tongue confirmed that more of her teeth had changed. The dog treats had given her two inch canines and now that dog food had reworked her molars, making them sharper more spread out. She tore the piece of meat to bits with her new teeth. She was going to get up and check out her reflection in the bathroom mirror, but she made the mistake of swallowing the dog food. As soon as it hit her throat she lost control and dove at the dog food, taking a large mouthful.

She ripped up the meaty bits and then swallowed most of it in one large gulp. Part of her worried that she’d choke on so much food, but the part that was in control didn’t care. It wanted to get the food into her body as fast as possible. Once she’d swallowed the rest of the food in her mouth she pushed her face back into the dog dish for another mouthful. It wasn’t until she was licking the bowl clean that the human part of her regained control of her body, at least partially. She still wasn’t able to stop herself from using her long tongue to lick her face clean.

Tracey sat back and panted. She’d been so focused on eating that she’d forgotten to breath. Her stomach was now satisfied, but she was also a little disgusted with herself. She’d not only eaten like a total pig, she’d made a horrible mess. The dog bowl was clean, but it was surrounded by the wet brown slop that had spilled over the sides from her uncontrolled gorging.

She stared at the spilled dog food. The dog part of her wanted to lick it up. The human part wanted to keep some of her dignity. Her inner dog grew stronger. Rather than let it take control again she lowered face and licked the floor clean. As she moved to the water dish she wondered if there were any more cans of dog food in the kitchen.

She considered picking up the bowl and drinking like a normal person, but figured there was little reason to piss off Enid. She’d just eaten dog food out of a dog dish what did it matter if she drank water from one? Her tongue came in very handy when drinking. She found that she could curl it and use it like a ladle. She lapped at the water until she’d had her fill and then crawled up to the front of the RV where she curled up into a ball and closed her eyes.

Enid still had the wand pointed out the window as she scanned the cars in the vicinity.

“Oh my god, just pick someone,” Andrea said to Enid.

“Don’t pressure me or I’ll test it on you.” Enid didn’t want to use the wand on just anyone, at least not her first victim. The RV was so much higher than all the other cars it was hard to get a good into them. She was just about to give up and just try it out on Buddy when the traffic began to move. It was slow going and they only travelled about a half mile up the road before coming to a stop again. But it was enough for Enid to find her first victim. A female cyclist was stopped on the side of the road. Sweat ran down the woman’s face. She looked utterly exhausted. She was fairly attractive and Enid guessed that she was in her late twenties. A male cyclist rode toward the woman from the opposite direction. He looked annoyed.

Once he reached the woman, Enid tried to use the wand on the couple, but she wasn’t entirely sure how to activate it. Was she supposed to say a special word or flick her wrist in a certain way? She looked for a button or switch, but the sides of the wand were smooth. Finally she pointed the wand and wished for something to happen to the couple, she wasn’t sure what, she just wanted them to change in a devious manner. A blinding white light shot from the tip of the wand and enveloped the couple.

“Where did they go?” Andrea cried out in alarm.

Enid wasn’t moving. She stared blankly at the spot where the pair of cyclists had been, still pointing the wand out of the window.

Andrea’s was initially concerned for Enid, fearing that something bad had happened to her, but then she realized that this was her chance to steal the wand. It wouldn’t be easy since the wand still pointed out the window. She’d need to climb over Enid to get it. Unfortunately Tracey lay on the floor between them, blocking her way.

She unbuckled her seat belt and then nudged her sister with her foot. When Tracey looked up she nearly gasped at the sight of her short muzzle. After composing herself she whispered, “Move out of the way. I’m going to get the…” She mouthed the word “wand”.

Tracey’s eyes grew wide. She shook her head from side to side, her long ears slapping her face.

“Did you say something?” Enid asked. She sounded like she was a million miles away.

Andrea swore to herself as she fastened her seatbelt. “What happened to the couple on the bikes? Did you kill them?”

“They’re not dead. The wand sent them home.” Enid had a dazed look on her face. “The whole scene played out in my mind. It was like I was there.”

“What did you see?”

“Everything,” Enid said.

***

Connie rested her head on the handlebars of her bicycle, trying to find the motivation to put her foot back on the pedal. Sweat drenched her body and her legs felt like rubber. Her ass was numb from the seat and blisters had formed on her hands. Her lungs ached and the sweat streaming down her forehead stung her eyes.

She was on the shoulder of the highway. A long line of cars idled a few feet from her, the fumes from their exhaust making it even harder to breath. She felt a little foolish with all of the passengers watching her, but she was too tired to care much. As long as she didn’t look directly at the looky-loos she wasn’t too embarrassed.

“Why did you stop again?” Blake asked as stopped in front of her. He’d been nearly a quarter of a mile up the road when he’d noticed that she wasn’t following. He hated backtracking. “We’re never going to catch up to the others if you keep stopping every few miles.”

“I can’t pedal anymore,” Connie said between gasps. “I’m too tired.”

“Don’t give up. You have to work through the pain. It’s the only way to get better,” Blake moved his bicycle alongside hers and then placed a hand on her damp shoulder. “You have to own the pain. Remind yourself that it’s your body’s way of telling you that you’re getting stronger.”

Connie looked up. Tears filled her eyes. “I hate this bicycle. Why did I ever let you talk me into buying one?” It was times like this that she wished she’d never married the man.

“We agreed to start riding to get in better shape.”

Connie glared at Blake bitterly. He was technically telling the truth. She had agreed, but only to get him off her back about her weight. She’d put on a few pounds every year since they got married. After five years of marriage the extra pounds had begun to add up. She didn’t like carrying extra weight, but she resented him for wanting her to change. He should be happy with her no matter what she looked like. She wanted to tell him to take the bike and stuff it where the sun didn’t shine, but she wasn’t good at confrontation. Something that Blake used to his advantage regularly. If she didn’t love him so much she would have divorced by now.

A bolt of light shot at them from a nearby RV, blinding them both.

Large black spots swam before Connie’s eyes, making it impossible to see. Even without her sight she could tell that she was no longer outdoors. The breeze was gone as was the rumbling of a hundred idling vehicles and the heat of the sun on her back. The ground was hard like asphalt, but smooth like glass. The air was cool, but slightly stale. It reminded her of the basement of their house, except that this room also carried the smell of leather. As the spots faded she realized that the room held little light, making it difficult to see even with her vision restored.

“Is anyone there?” Blake called out in a panicked voice.

“I’m here, honey. Do you know what happened to us? There was a blinding flash of light and then we were here, wherever here is.” Connie could make out a few shapes in the darkness. Ten feet away she could make out a human shape sitting on a bicycle. The person was in the same direction that Blake’s voice had come from. She stuck her hands out in front of her and moved toward the shape. She nearly fell over. Her biking shoes had been replaced with a pair of high heels.

“I have no fucking clue what happened or where we are. I’m chained to a bicycle of some kind.” Blake sounded like he was trying not to cry. “There’s something wrong with the bicycle seat. It’s pressing against me in a weird way. I think that it’s a…”

“It’s a what?”

“I’m afraid to guess. See if you can find a light switch.”

Connie turned slowly, trying to find any clues she could about the room they were in. A long sliver of light, several feet in length ran along the ground a few feet to the right. She held her hands out for balance as she walked carefully toward it. She was unaccustomed to walking in shoes with such an aggressive high heel and she did not want to fall in the dark.

After a few steps her hands come into contact with smooth wood. Feeling around on its surface she encountered a door handle. It was locked. To the left of the door she discovered a light switch.

“Close your eyes,” Connie said.

“Why?” Blake sounded annoyed.

“I found a light switch and I don’t want to blind you.”

“Just turn on the fucking light!” he yelled. He took a deep breath and then in a near whisper, mostly to himself, he said, “I’m chained to a fucking bicycle and she’s worried about sudden light.”

Connie’s hand trembled as she flipped on the light switch. What a typical response from her husband. She tries to be helpful and he yells at her. No appreciation. No respect. If the door wasn’t locked she’d be tempted to leave him chained up in the dark.

The light did not come on right away and she feared that it was broken, but after a second an overhead fluorescent light sputtered and popped slowly to life. Connie let out a gasp. She was in a basement filled with S&M bondage gear. Steel chains and leather straps hung from the ceiling along the far wall. A squat metal cage, large enough to hold an adult sat in the corner. Two floor to ceiling wood cabinets took up most of the near wall. A large bondage board in the shape of an X stood in the middle of the room.

When she spotted the galvanized steel wash basin in the right corner of the room her hands flew to her mouth. It was identical to the one that she had in her basement. In fact, hers was in the exact same location. She looked at the shape of the room and realized that this was the basement of their house, the one that Blake had been promising to finish for the last three years. They were home.

“What in the hell are you wearing?” Blake sat on a stationary bike on the other side of the bondage board. His hands were locked to the handlebars with a pair of handcuffs. Other than a thick, leather collar around his neck, he was naked. His eyes were red and swollen.

“I don’t know.” Connie looked down, first noticing her own creamy white cleavage held up by a black leather corset. Were her boobs bigger or did just look larger because of the corset? She cupped her tit. It felt like she had more up top, but the firm material of the corset made it hard to tell for sure. In addition to the corset she wore matching leather pants. The stilettos on her feet had to be at least five inches tall and had a wicked looking silver heel. Black opera sleeves covered her arms from wrist to shoulder. Her nails were long and painted a dark red. They’d been short and unpainted when she was on the bicycle. She could tell that she was wearing makeup and that her hair was tied into a bun of some sort. She yearned for a mirror.

“How did we get here?” Connie asked. “When did our basement become an S&M dungeon?”

“I don’t have a clue. We can worry about the how and whys once I’m free and wearing clothes. See if you undo the straps on my feet.” Blake asked. “The pedals are connected to something in the bicycle seat. The slightest movement pushes it against my ass.”
Connie strolled over to Blake, finding it much easier to walk in the heels suddenly. From the new angle she was able to see that part of the seat was missing. The tip of a large black dildo pressed up against her husband’s rectum. The dildo topped a large piston that was connected to the bicycle’s main sprocket. The piston was currently at its nadir, any movement of the pedals would drive the dildo upward and into Blake’s asshole. In addition to the handcuffs, leather straps held Blake to the bicycle’s seat and pedals. She knelt and examined his bonds.

“The straps are held in place with small padlocks,” Connie said as she stood slowly.

“There has to be a key somewhere in here. Maybe in one of the cabinets.” Blake said. “Please hurry this time.”

Connie flinched. “Give me a break. You try walking in stilettos some time.” She walked even slower to the cabinet, not because of the heels, but because Blake was pissing her off. He was always ordering her around and it was getting annoying.

The first cabinet was a wardrobe filled with PVC cat suits, leather harnesses, hoods, opera gloves, corsets and strait jackets. Two of the cat suits were sleek, glossy PVC and another was made of supple leather and covered with spikes. High heels and calf high boots sat beneath the fetish outfits.

The top half of the second cabinet held a collection of whips, paddles and riding crops. Below that, in a series of drawers she found all manner of S&M accessories. The top three drawers contained an assortment of ball gags, blindfolds, dog collars, butt plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, posture collars and even more dildos. Despite never having seen half of the items, the names and purposes of each came quickly to her mind. This would have bothered her more had she not been distracted by the pulses of pleasure she felt when she ran her hands over the items. She let out a low moan.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Connie removed whip from its hook. She gripped the handle tightly while running her fingers along its long, supple tail.

“Stop playing around and keep looking. There’s has to be something here that you can use to free me.”

Connie gritted her teeth. She’d just about had enough of his attitude. Begrudgingly, she set the whip back on its hook and opened the third drawer. Sitting in the center of the drawer was a set of keys

“I found some keys,” Connie said absentmindedly.

“Awesome!”

The keys weren’t alone in the drawer. There was also a gold lighter and a pack of cigarettes. It was her old brand, Virginia Slims.

It had been years since she’d smoked. Blake had pressured her to quit before they got married. At the time she’d been thankful. She’d tried quitting many times before they’d met, but without success. With Blake’s constant pressure and non-stop nagging she’d finally managed to break the habit. She hadn’t had the urge to smoke in a long time, but it was back in full force at the moment. She removed a single cigarette from the pack and ran it under her nose. She’d always loved the smell of fresh tobacco.

“What are you doing with a cigarette? I hope you aren’t thinking of smoking that thing! I’m chained up in a torture dungeon and you decide to pick that moment to start smoking again. You’re such a stupid cunt sometimes.”

Connie dropped the cigarette into the drawer and snatched up the whip. “What did you call me?” She glared at him with murder in her eyes.

Blake’s expression softened. “I’m sorry I said that. I’m a little freaked out and I wasn’t thinking.”

Connie flicked the whip toward Blake. It snapped a foot over his head. “I didn’t ask you if you were sorry. I already know that you’re sorry, a sorry excuse for a husband and a sorry excuse for a man.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

Connie flicked the whip again. This time it cracked an inch in front of his nose. He jerked, causing the dildo to press harder against his ass.

“Answer the question. What did you call me?”

“I called you a cunt, you fucking psycho!” Blake yelled.

Connie hit Blake’s ass cheek with the tip of the whip. He let out an ear piercing scream. A bright red welt grew where the whip had struck. Connie’s legs buckled from the burst of pleasure shooting through her pussy.

“Are you crazy?” Blake whimpered.

Connie hit him with the whip again, but gentler this time. “Silence. Don’t make me get the ball gag.” She turned and retrieved the cigarette. Once it was lit she took a long drag, relishing the smoke. She’d expected to cough after not smoking for so many years, but it was like she’d never quit. “Hello, old friend,” she said before exhaling a long plume of smoke.

She rolled up the whip, put it back on its hook and then grabbed a studded paddle. She tapped it against her leather clad leg as she sauntered over to her husband. She ran a hand down his back. He flinched at her touch. She let her hand linger when it reached the welt on his ass, her fingers gently tracing its height, width and length.

Blake cringed when Connie took a drag on her cigarette and then blew smoke the spot where the whip had struck him. He flinched when she kissed it. “Baby, sweetie. I’m really sorry for losing my temper. Please free me from the bicycle.”

Connie stood slowly and then studied his face while puffing on her cigarette, all the while tapping her leg with the paddle. She exhaled into his face. Once he stopped coughing she said, “I can free you from the bicycle, but you need to do a couple things for me first.”

Blake’s face lit up. “Anything, name it!”

Connie smiled. “First, you need to address me properly.”

”Okay, Connie. I won’t call you names anymore, I promise.”

Connie swept her arm around. “Look around you.” She ran her hand over her breasts and down along her leather covered waist. “Look at how I’m dressed.” She grabbed his chin and dug her nails into his skin. “Now, how do you think you should address me?”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

Connie answered by swatting his ass with the paddle.

“Mistress? Is that what you want me to call you?”

Connie took a puff off her cigarette. “Very good. There’s hope for you yet.”

She strolled back over to the bench, crushed out her cigarette in an ashtray and then looked around for a hand towel. She found a small stack next to the steel wash basin. She wetted one and brought it over to Blake.

“You deserve a reward. Open wide.” Connie held the towel above Blake’s mouth and twisted it until a few dozen drops of water fell onto his tongue. Once he swallowed she laid the towel on his welt. “Does that feel better?”

“Yes. Are you going to free me now?”

Connie frowned at Blake.

“Mistress,” he said with a sigh.

“Good boy.” Connie patted his cheek. She walked back to the bench and reached into the drawer that held the keys. She pulled out the pack of cigarettes instead. After placing a cigarette in her mouth she turned back toward Blake. “I want to see what happens when you pedal the bike.”

Panic shot across Blake’s face. “I think it’s one of those symbiant things. When I press the pedal something pushes at my ass.”

“The word you’re looking for is sybian. It’s not a sybian.” Connie lit her cigarette. “It’s a straight up fucking machine.” She exhaled a cone of smoke toward the ceiling. “There’s an impressive looking dildo pointed straight at your asshole and I want to see it in action.”

“You can’t be serious.”

Connie shook her head. “You keep forgetting to address me properly.” She picked up the whip and cracked it on his ass, leaving another welt. “Now start pedaling. If you don’t start, you’ll never finish.”

Blake squealed as he pressed on the pedal and the dildo drove into his ass.

Connie strode over to him. “Pedal like you mean it.” She stomped on his foot with the heel of her stiletto. The force of his screams drove her backward into the wall, where she slumped slowly to the ground, waves of pleasure rolling through her body. Eventually the pleasure and the screams subsided.

“I thought that you loved me,” Blake cried. The dildo was wedged halfway into his formerly virgin asshole.

“Oh, I do. I’ll always love you. Now start pedaling or I’ll use the whip again.”

Blake pushed down on the pedal, driving the dildo further into his body. He screamed again at the searing pain. Still, it didn’t hurt him nearly as much as the look of pleasure on his wife’s face. Lucky for him, his screams drowned out the sound of her moans.

Once the dildo reached its apex he paused to breathe. When he resumed pedaling, the dildo descended and he sighed in relief. His ass still hurt when it starting pushing its way back in, but not nearly as much as the initial thrust.

“Faster. You’re never going to get anywhere at that pace.” Connie stood slowly. She was still recovering from the multiple orgasms that had rocked her body while her husband had fucked himself on the bicycle. She found a folding chair and set it close to Blake. She wanted to see the dildo and his face at the same time. When she returned to the chair with her cigarettes and a riding crop she noticed that Blake had stopped pedaling.

“Why did you stop?”

“I’m resting for a moment. I’m not used to this and I just need a short break.” When he saw her raise the riding crop he quickly added, “Mistress.”

“You have to work through the pain. It’s your body’s way of telling you that you’re turning me on. Besides, it looks like I’m not the only one who likes it when you experience pain.”

“What are you talking about, Mistress?”

Connie pointed at Blake’s cock with her new favorite toy. “Look down.”

Blake eyes followed the riding crop until he spotted his erection. He looked back up at his wife in confusion.

Connie stroked Blake’s cheek with the end of the riding crop. “It started getting hard when I hit you with the whip, but it really took off once the dildo went into your ass.”

“That’s impossible. I don’t like pain. I don’t want my ass fucked.”

“Didn’t is probably a better word. Whatever placed us here and repurposed our basement has changed our minds, too. I get off hurting you and you get off being hurt.” Connie sat down in the chair and spread her legs wide.

“No,” Blake whimpered. “Please, not that.”

“We’re the perfect couple now,” Connie said as she slapped his leg with the riding crop. She shuddered with another mini orgasm as Blake’s cock pulsed and starting oozing pre cum. “Now start pedaling like you mean it.”

Tears streamed down Blake’s face as he pedaled again, his cock throbbing every time the dildo pushed into his ass. It hurt like a mother fucker and he was going to come at any moment. He hated himself, but couldn’t deny the weird pleasure that he was receiving from the debasement and pain.

“Mistress, please tell me why I deserve this,” Blake begged.

“You are a worthless loser and a shitty husband. You’re pathetic in bed and I faked every orgasm.” Connie rubbed herself with the handle of the riding crop, feeling another orgasm coming on.

Blake pedaled faster and faster as he, too, neared relief. He watched his wife as her body rocked in pleasure. Her gaze turned to his and she smiled wickedly. She lit a cigarette and let it dangle from her lips as she stood.

“Do you need some help finishing?”

Blake yearned to come. He was excruciatingly close. Unfortunately the dildo had stopped hurting and he wasn’t getting any closer to an orgasm. As much as he hated admitting it, he needed the pain now. “Yes, Mistress.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Punish me for all my past sins, Mistress,” Blake said between pants for breath. “Make me pay with pain.”

Connie smiled around the cigarette in her mouth. “As you wish.” She hit his ass with the riding crop as hard as she could.

Ropes of cum splattered against Blake’s chest. He screamed a mix of ecstasy and pain. Once he stopped ejaculating he lay his head on the handlebars and tried to catch his breath. He didn’t look up as Connie unlocked his restraints or when she led him to his cage.

“You rest up now. I’m going to take a break and I’ll be back later tonight.” Connie locked the cage. “Would you like anything from the store?”

“Can you pick up some more bagels? I ate the last one this morning.” Blake laid down on the rough plywood, suddenly very sleepy.

“Of course. I think that I’ll pick up dinner from Mandarin Palace while I’m out. How does that sound?”

“Perfect, Mistress.” Blake lay his head on his arms and closed his eyes.

Connie walked over to the basement door. She unlocked it and then looked back over at her husband. Maybe she’d try him out on the rack tonight. A round of nipple torture might be nice, too. “I love you, Blake.” She turned off the light and then closed the door behind her. As she made her way upstairs she wondered if the rest of the house held any other wonderful surprises.

***

“Isn’t that fucking awesome?” Enid said.

“That poor couple,” Andrea said.

“Fuck that. They’re actually happier now.” Enid looked out the window. “Who should I use the wand on next?”

“I don’t want any part of this,” Andrea said.

“Pick someone outside or I’ll pick someone inside the RV.”

Andrea looked out the window and then picked a car at random. "The black Audi."

Enid couldn’t get a good look at its occupants. "What should I do to them?"

"I don't know," Andrea said.

"I'll let the wand choose again." Enid activated the wand.


***To be continued***