NAKED BIKER CHICKS IN THE ALIEN MAZE OF DEATH [MF], [FF], [BDSM],[ALIENS],[BIKER WOMEN],[NAKED WRESTLING]

A Preview: The morning Rhonda was kidnapped by aliens and tossed into their death maze, she had just finished fucking two sorority girls and a skinny college boy. She made certain to check their I.D.’s: no way in hell was Rhonda going to do time for going after something under eighteen. She was also very careful to take other precautions. She’d made each of them use protection before they got to experience her. She regretted not using a dental damn that night, but she saw her gynecologist each month and had an HIV test every six. Rhonda liked her boys and her girls. She considered settling down once or twice, but all it took was a wink at the bar from some man or woman and she forgot her plans to chill. It wasn’t the hunt she loved; the damn lovers were just too plentiful. Rhonda was close to six feet tall and rode a Harley. She had one tattoo on her shoulder of a double-headed battle ax. It attracted the women who knew what it meant. Another tattoo of a nude woman on the other shoulder brought the guys around who noticed it. She worked on cars at a local mechanic shop in the day and spent her nights with whoever wanted her for the evening. Rhonda didn’t take money from her lovers, she made her own coin and didn’t need anyone’s support. She liked her beer, but not so much that it messed with her weight. Weekends were spent riding the roads on her bike when the weather was warm and in bed with her lovers when it was cold. She belonged to several women’s motorcycle groups and cut a fine figure in her leathers. Rhonda lived near Philadelphia and knew several camp grounds in the Poconos where the clothing was optional. She would take her special friends to her cabin in the mountains when she wanted to have some private time. Before the weather became cold, Rhonda had spent several weeks with Sheila, a general practice doctor she met at a bar near Bridgeport. Shelia was going through a divorce. Sheila was a natural blonde. Rhonda bought Sheila a dog collar although she didn’t own a dog. It was something Rhonda enjoyed: seeing her little blonde physician wear a dog collar in the cabin when she was devoid of clothes. Shelia was one of the most submissive women she’d ever met and full of surprises. But now the weather had turned cold and Rhonda spent the early days of October in a small hotel room. This weekend she’d ended up playing with the college kids. Rhonda had parked her bike outside a bar near an upstate college when she saw the two girls in their sorority sweaters outside. They seemed more than friends from the way they behaved in the back alley. Rhonda had followed them at a distance until a young man emerged from another bar and joined the two. The way he held one of their hands made Rhonda think he was unaware of their desires for each other. All it took was for Rhonda to slide up to the trio at the next bar they visited and start a conversation. An hour later, Rhonda invited them to the motel room she had for the weekend. It was easy to get them to come with her. Rhonda merely whispered to one girl about how she’d observed tongue play in the back alley. It started with a few shots of Jack and ended with a round of strip poker. The kids were lousy card players and the boy lost his poker face when Rhonda leaned over and bit the ear of one of the girls next to her. Her room, her rules. The winner got the pick of the losers, but she wanted all of them. Rhonda had let them see her big, natural breasts when she allowed herself to lose a few hands. She made the smaller girl tongue-wash her boots and had the taller one, who was out of the game early, pull off the young man’s shorts. None of them had any body pierces. They seemed shocked when they were able to see Rhonda’s nipple and labia rings. The boy, whose name was Jason, seemed to enjoy what Ronda did to him a little too much and she wondered if she would eventually see him on a sling at a leather bar. No concern of hers, but she hoped he had enough sense to play safe. The sorority girls? Who knew, they were asleep in each other’s arms. Perhaps the three of them would start one of these polyamorous relationships the kids were into these days, it didn’t matter to her. When Rhonda woke the next morning she still had the leash in her hand attached to the collar she’d put around Jason’s neck the night before. Damn, but it had been a party! No drugs: she didn’t need any of these twenty-one-year-old kids accusing her of taking advantage. Rhonda walked naked into the shower and washed last night’s sins off her body. She worked out on a regular basis at a gym; it was a good place to meet hot men and women. She avoided finding her dates among the regulars because she’d have to see them over and over. No reason to endure the weeping face of a gym bunny she didn’t want to call anymore. Rhonda was seeing the morning manager of the gym too, but he had a wife and kids, so discretion kept him under control. Rhonda decided to let them sleep and left the key on the nightstand as she slipped out the door with her bag. She stopped and kissed each one on the forehead as she left. They were good kids and perhaps a biker chick experience in leather was something they would take to their grave unspoken. But she doubted it, especially when Jason had called her “daddy” after she’d wiped the lube on his butt. She walked out to her Harley, wrapped the scarf around her hair and sat down after putting her bag in the carrier. While she was putting on her helmet, Rhonda turned and looked at her reflection. She liked her body and so did her lovers. Let idiots bounce the little skinny girls on their dick, she had no use for them. Rhonda had profile and liked it. But for now, she thought while adjusting the chin strap, it was time to go home. Did she get any of those kids’ email address? Rhonda started up the bike and let the engine warm-up. The bike took her as far as check-out where she went in to settle the bill with the clerk at the counter. She complimented the man on the neatness of his establishment and promised to use him the next time she was in town. She almost complimented on his command of English, but caught herself. No reason to piss someone off this early in the day. “And by the way,” she told him while leaving, “there’s a bunch of college kids sleeping in the room. It’s why I paid for the group rate in advance. They know about check-out time, but you might want to go bang on the door at eleven.” The man nodded and wrote something down. This wasn’t the first time he had to tell housekeeping to watch out for the guests when they were cleaning the room. Poor cleaning girls, they had to travel across the planet to find out there were more sex freaks in the new world than the old. Rhonda was cruising down the highway ten minutes later. It was autumn and she enjoyed watching the leaves turn gold, brown and yellow. Too bad it only happened once a year and lasted but a week. She thought about the newspaper headline in the lobby she’s glanced at on the way out. The Ruachonites were no longer a threat to Earth. Good riddance to those bastards if it was true. The entire planet had lived in fear of their raids for the last five years ever since they started pillaging Earth for fertile young women. She’d heard the news stories in the past week: the aliens who’d been attacking Earth for women were doing so in violation of their own planet’s laws. The Ruachonite police had caught up with them. It took a revolt of the slave women they had stashed on some asteroid near Earth to make it happen, but the raiders were no longer going to be a problem. Rhonda had watched the images of the golden-skinned invaders hauled away in chains by their own people and rejoiced with everyone else in the bar. She had scored some action every night that week. People were very suspicious of each other prior to the victory. No one knew who was working with the raiders to find nubile young women on Earth for their slave markets. Everyone had a relative or friend who knew someone captured in the raids and doubted they would ever see them again. The Ruachonite government was collaborating with the governments of Earth to find out what the outlaws, as they were known on their own planet, had done with the women. She pulled over to a rest stop for a break around noon. There were few cars in the parking lot, which suited her just fine. Rhonda didn’t feel she had to put up with the cat-calls of the rubes that frequented such places. As she got off her motorcycle, Rhonda heard a car pull up and looked to see who it was. The logo on the side read “Earth Defense Militia”. She thought those groups were disbanded now that the threat was over, but it was only two months since the outlaws were rounded up and maybe some of the militias wanted to make sure they got them all. “You looking for Goldies?” she asked the uniformed man in the car when he rolled the window down. Rhonda almost bit her lip when she saw the man in the passenger seat was a Ruachonite too. She’d use a slur and he’d heard her do it. Oh, well, no one had ever accused her of being politically correct. The man driving the car smiled. “Yes, we are looking for Ruachonite outlaws,” he corrected her. “My friend here is with the Ruachonite Security and he’s assisting me. Go ahead and talk to him, he won’t bite you.” “We don’t think all the outlaws were captured on the asteroid base,” the golden man explained to her. “We think some may have escaped to the surface or made the hyperspace jump before we caught them. There was a report of a landing around here three days ago and we’re checking it out.” He gave a card to her and told Rhonda to phone them if she saw anything suspicious. As they drove away she looked at the card and tried to pronounce the name before giving up. She saw the name “Ted” written by hand at the bottom. She reflected he was the first alien she’d ever met. His voice had a strange dissonance to it; could be from his origin. It sucked to be him on this planet: everyone would blame him for the hell Earth endured the past five years, never knowing when the raiders might strike again. She’d read somewhere the raids had taken place much longer than five years ago, but the governments of Earth tried to keep them secret to avoid panic. It was only when they were too obvious to hide the politicians came out and admitted what they’d known about them for a long time. Out of the corner of her eye Rhonda saw a man emerge from the bushes behind her and slide behind a maintenance building. She snickered to herself. Somethings never did change. He could be a father of three who went to church on Sunday, but every now and then a need for some anonymous sex might hit him. She smiled and turned back to the tree line next to where he’d exited, expecting to see another man pop out zipping up his pants. When no one came out she turned back to her motorcycle. But the Ruachonite outlaw was standing between her and it. He zapped her with a sonic gun before Ronda even noticed him. She went down quick, but he grabbed her before she hit the ground. This one was perfect and on his list. He’d receive a bonus!

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