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Trina sat on the crude framework of bent metal pipes, her hands bound overhead, her legs spread wide and lashed to the bars that comprised the seat of the fixture. Her feet dangled above the ground so that she was only supported by the 4-inch pipes under her legs. She was naked and surrounded by a crowd of cheering bikers.
Next to her, the blonde-haired companion of the rival biker gang’s leader was being fastened to an identical seat, wrists locked high over her head. She had been forcibly stripped before being bound to the frame.
Trina inhaled, trying to calm herself as she anticipated what would happen to her, to both of them, in the next few minutes.
It had started out innocently enough. Her gang had decided to head south for the big rally, one of the largest in the region, for a week of rowdy fun. While there they had bumped into a motorcycle gang from the local area, also there to enjoy the warm weather, music, and events. Both groups were fun-loving and admired the others’ custom bikes, noting the custom paint, hand-crafted inlays, and highly-polished chrome.
They had decided to have some friendly competition, first each group taking turns doing a slow-ride down a measured distance to see who could go the slowest without tipping, then riding a timed course while trying to throw a ball through a hoop, then a burn-out for pure showmanship. The women had laughed through it all, watching the men compete like stallions over a herd of mares. Then someone had asked the question: who had the toughest bitch? Her man was the boss of her gang, something she was proud of, so she had stepped up to represent. The boss of the other gang had cajoled his bitch into accepting the challenge, without knowing what the game would be.
Someone had suggested a drinking contest, but that had been rejected as there’d been so much consumed already. The discussion had progressed until the challenge was to see who could handle pain the longest.
Someone said spankings by the groups, but her man had rejected this. Nobody would touch his bitch but him. Another suggestion was hot wax. Someone said walking barefoot over hot coals. Both were rejected.
And then someone said hot sauce on the genitals, inside their pants.
She’d laughed. It sounded ridiculous, almost comical, so she’d agreed. How hard could it be? She’d eaten hot wings plenty of times. The other girl was more reluctant, but had been convinced to do it.
The rules were simple. Each girl would be tied to a seat and her man would apply the sauce to her pussy. A towel, a bucket of soapy water, and a tub of Vaseline would be placed next to them. Whichever girl begged for relief first would be the loser.
Trina had seen that her opponent was already frightened, so she’d upped the ante, trying to get the other girl to back down so Trina could claim victory. First she said it should be applied to nipples in addition to her pussy, thinking it would frighten the girl. But the girl didn’t quit. Then she’d suggested they both be stripped in front of the crowd, totally naked, so that everyone could see the sauce being applied to her pussy and nipples. She thought this would certainly frighten the other girl into quitting.
She was wrong.
The blonde girl agreed to do it.
Seeing that her opponent was still up for the challenge, Trina had willingly removed her leather vest and chaps, giving the crowd a little show, drawing hoots and cheers from the excited bikers as she built up her courage, working the crowd into a lather. They’d really gone nuts when they got a look at her large, coaster-sized nipples. She’d held her hands out and turned around, giving everyone a good look at her body, really working the crowd into a frenzy. Her man had stepped forward and personally removed her bikini bottoms himself, the crowd cheering as he exposed her shaved mound of Venus. He had given her an encouraging smile just before she was spread and tied to the frame.
The energized crowd had cat-called out to the other girl, drawing attention to her firm breasts and strong hips as she stood surrounded by the titillated group. She’d undressed slowly, almost too slow for the agitated crowd, and finally her man had stepped in to speed things along. It was hard to tell if she was being brave, or just too scared to stop.
Now they were both locked to the frames, surrounded by the throbbing crowd, each girl’s shaved pussy open and exposed to the gaze of the curious onlookers.
Trina’s man stepped forward, holding a plastic tube of hot sauce from a military surplus ration meal over his head for everyone to see. He handed an identical tube to the leader of the other gang.
Trina exhaled, trying to relax, preparing herself for the pain that would soon come.
The other girl fidgeted nervously, her legs twitching as she adjusted her position on the frame.
The leader of the other gang handed Trina’s man a pair of surgical gloves; he was a cook at a fast food restaurant and knew what ground habanero pepper seeds could do to bare skin.
Trina shivered as she watched the two men struggle to fit the gloves over their sun-burnt hands. If they needed those gloves just to touch the sauce, she could only imagine what it would do to the most sensitive parts of her body. She shivered again, then exhaled deeply as she prepared herself for her test.
The other girl was extremely nervous already, her face showing her fear as she tugged on the bonds around her wrists and thighs, her worried eyes glued on the leader of her gang as he slipped the gloves over his fingers.
Each man uncapped his tube and squirted some of the devilish hot sauce on his fingers, then strode over to the helplessly bound body of his woman.
Trina could feel the eyes of the raucous crowd on her pussy, the tender lips pink with arousal. She wondered if the other girl was just as horny as she was. Judging by the excited stares and bulging pants of the men surrounding her opponent, she was.
The two men looked at each other, hands raised in preparation as the agitated crowd chanted around them.
Trina closed her blue-grey eyes and exhaled slowly, calming her nerves, steadying herself for the painful touch of her lover’s gloved hand against her exposed pussy.
A sudden cheer broke out from the frenzied crowd.
And then she felt the warm gel being spread across the puffy lips of her snatch. She jumped from the pressure of his stimulating fingers against her aroused tissue, wanting to draw him deeper despite the hot sauce that coated his gloved hand. He had fingered her many times before, and she knew how good he could be. She smiled as her man then swiped his hand across each of her soft, open nipples, the pinkish brown tissue glistening from the film of the sauce.
The burning didn’t start immediately; just a bit of warmth from the liquid being in the sun. She thought perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad as she had imagined it would be. She opened her eyes and looked over at her opponent, who had started to cry with fear as the other gang’s leader stepped away. Her nipples glistened with the sheen of the sauce as well.
And then she started to feel the burn from the spicy pepper seeds.
It started as a tingling sensation, quickly growing in intensity as the tissue became more irritated, the blood rushing to the source of the tingling like microscopic firemen rushing to form a bucket brigade against a warehouse fire. She imagined what she must look like to the gawking crowd of onlookers; her legs spread wide, pussy engorged with arousal, the juices of her snatch mixing with the juices of the sauce. She could see the bulges that had formed in the weathered jeans of the men around her and she smiled, taking pleasure in their reaction to her body so openly displayed.
She knew her man would be watching as well, watching her as she sat on the framework of bent metal pipes fighting to control her reactions as the sauce did its work on her bare body. She didn’t want to let him down. This had been her idea, after all. She had to win.
Trina looked over at the other girl. She was squirming, pulling at the bonds around her wrists, her legs kicking as the spice burned her exposed vulva. A light sheen of sweat began to form across her chest, accentuating the curves of her breasts, her nipples glistening with sauce as she shook her head, her straight blonde hair whipping against the metal pipes holding her hands. Moisture pooled in her crystal blue eyes. Her mouth was twisted in pain.
It burned. Trina clenched her fists and absorbed the caustic stinging in her hips, her breasts bobbing as her sauce-coated tits tingled from the ground pepper seeds. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and pulled at her restraints. It hurt so much.
The other girl was crying in earnest now, screaming in agony as she writhed on the frame, her arms tugging furiously against the bonds around her wrists as her feet kicked in the air. The latticework of her ribs and taut tummy glistened with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each gasp as she cried and tugged and fought and pulled on the frame. She sobbed and choked and shouted how much it burned.
Trina closed her eyes again and exhaled, letting her body absorb the heat deep in her most private regions. Her hands flexed as she pulled against the bars holding her body, her feet kicking slightly as she squeezed her vaginal muscles in agony. She gasped and exhaled again, but she did not cry out. She did not want the crowd of bikers to know how much she hurt.
The other girl was openly screaming in pain and frustration. Her face was red from the stress exerted on her body. She had managed to work her wrists loose with her thrashing and now was struggling to keep from freeing herself from the straps around her thighs. She screamed again, her arms flailing before she grabbed onto the bars above her head, gripping the bars tightly like a bitch on the back of hog. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face wracked with pain as she groaned and winced and gasped and screamed on the metal frame, sweat coating her naked body head to toe, matting her blonde hair, the yellow strands clinging to her face, neck, and shoulders.
Trina knew the girl wouldn’t last much longer, and smiled in anticipation of her victory. She looked at her man and smiled. She could go like this all day if she had to.
The blonde girl next to her was screaming louder now, crying, begging, weeping as she struggled to hold on to the frame. Her sweat-slicked breasts bobbed with each kick of her legs, her pink sauce-coated nipples glistening as they danced in the air before the cheering crowd. Tears flowed freely down her face, her mouth twisted with pain and agony.
Trina closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then exhaled. It hurt, yes, it was burning her terribly, but she could control the pain. She could control the pain like she could control her body. And right now her body was extremely horny. She opened her blue-grey eyes and smiled at her man, giving him a look that showed her arousal. He returned her gaze and nodded knowingly.
The other girl screamed again, shouting as she flailed against the bars, beads of sweat running down her chest, collecting between her breasts before streaming into the cleft of her bare pussy, her labial lips pinkish-red with irritation from the sauce that coated them. Her tummy waved with each gasping breath, her glistening breasts heaving with her screams of anguish. She sobbed, and choked, and cried, and screamed, her arms waving over her head as she struggled on the frame.
Trina’s soft breasts rose and fell with her measured breathing, the pain flowing out of her body as the air passed through her open mouth, her eyes locked on her man and the bulge in his jeans.
Finally the blonde couldn’t take the pain anymore and begged to be released; begged for the comfort of the cool, wet towel against her aching snatch and burning nipples. The leader of the other gang quickly stepped forward and began wiping her glistening body, wetting his neckerchief in the bucket and using it to wash the girl down.
The girl sat, crying, on the frame as the straps were released from her legs. Her man wrapped his arm around her, helping her from the crude seat as tears continued to fall from her blood-shot eyes. As he rubbed the soothing Vaseline jelly on her pained snatch, she sobbed and choked and told him how much she had tried to do well for him; how much it had burned and how hard she had struggled. She didn’t need to tell him. It was apparent to everyone who had stood watching her agony.
But Trina still sat on the frame. The sauce was still burning her. And she had not yet cried out.
Trina looked at her man, smiled seductively, and mouthed ?Fuck me.?
He smiled back at her. She knew he wanted her so bad and would fuck her right there, in front of everybody, if that’s what she wanted. But as lenient as the police were about public nudity, she knew he couldn’t do it. The cops would cart both of them off to jail on a ?lewd and lascivious? charge. She’d have to wait until later; until nightfall when they would be together in his tent and she could breathlessly scream her passion as he took her to orgasm over and over again.
He came up to her and gave her a big, passionate kiss, the crowd screaming and whistling as she still sat bound to the frame, the sauce still coating her pussy and breasts. She breathed into him, her pain and arousal mixing against his face. She could smell his scent, a mix of leather and sweat, as he reached up and freed her hands from the frame, her arms draping over his shoulders as he kissed her again.
Someone handed him the soap-dampened towel and he began to wipe the sauce from her breasts, working his way down her body to the cleft between her thighs, her lips puffy and pink with excitement. She moaned as he passed the rag over her opening, tickling her as the spice was washed from her body.
He lifted the tin of Vaseline and gently wiped the jelly against her tender vulva, then slapped her pussy playfully, causing her to jump as he whispered ?Later?. She grinned at him. She knew he couldn’t play with her just yet. But tonight, after the bikes had been parked and the food had been eaten and everyone had partied their celebratory asses off, then he would fuck her as much as she wanted, in the way she wanted, in the way she deserved.
And then she would truly be victorious.
-The End-.
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