Flipping the Switches
(and turning out the lights)
-- by lightswitch, July 2007

(FF, lesbian), (reluc, reluctant), (noncon, nonconsensual),
(interr, interracial), (white female, wf; black female, bf),
humiliation, facesitting, smothering, implied snuff

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“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Nicole urged, pulling the little red
Miata over, into the gravel parking lot.

I was excited, but hesitant. “I don’t know  …” I wavered. “You’re
serious? We’re really going to … ?”

“Tease some dykes!” Nicole finished, with a sadistic grin. “Don’t
play all prim and proper! I saw how you reacted when we were
teasing that fat lesbo, in Phys Ed!”

I blushed. It was true. I had been in denial for years, but it
was getting harder to ignore: We enjoyed humiliating other
people. We enjoyed crushing the spirit of people we knew were
“less than us. Lesbians, fat chicks, minorities … all were fair
game.

It was hard to explain, but humiliating people was just such a
turn on … an almost sexual experience!  I’d never admit this to
Nicole, but usually, after we’d tormented some poor shmuck and
reduced them to tears, I’d go home and masturbate furiously,
reliving the event. I suspected Nicole had the same, although
we’d never discuss such things.

I looked at Nicole, who was smiling evilly. She could tell by the
flushed expression on my face that I’d agree.

Sighing in resignation, I shrugged and asked “So, what’s the
plan?”

Nicole was tying her luxurious, long blonde hair into a ponytail.
“I’ve heard this place is a hang-out for some really skanky
lesbians,” she chortled. “Dirty, hippy leftist tree-hugger
types.”

I grinned. Nicole hated so-called “free spirit” people. She said
it was just an excuse to escape responsibility and get something
for nothing.

I tended to agree.

“Do you remember that Wiccan we caught near the cemetery, last
October,” she murmured, conspiratorially.

I felt my face flush. I did, indeed, remember her. A pretty
red-head who actually still wore bell-bottoms and tie-dyed
shirts, like it was the 60s!

“Remember what we did to her?” Nicole whispered, face flushed and
eyelids heavy.

I remembered exactly what we had done. It had been sick and
twisted, but also strangely arousing. The girl had stunk to high
heaven; I think the last time she’d had a bath must have been in
the 60s. We’d held her down and stripped her. Then we took turns
leaning over her face and forcing her to lick our armpits. She’d
cried, but finally gave in and did as she was ordered. We threw
her clothes in the river, forcing her to make her way home naked.
Then I’d gone home and rubbed myself raw, remembering.

Nicole had stayed behind. I had no idea what else my sadistic,
blonde friend may have done to the little red-haired witch.

Part of me worried that maybe we had some repressed lesbian
tendencies, but I quickly dismissed such thoughts.

We were among the upper-crust of society! We deserved better than
the lower orders.

I looked up to see Nicole smiling at me. I realized my face must
have been deeply flushed; I could feel the heat coming off my
cheeks. I hated it when my arousal was obvious. I turned my head,
in embarrassment.

“Do you think this place will have girls like that?” I asked,
trying to change the subject.

But I was talking to Nicole’s back.  She was already walking past
the row of shiny motorcycles, towards the door to the bar.

I scurried to follow.

* * * * *

The inside of the bar was dark and it took my eyes a while to
adjust. It wasn’t as noisy as I’d expected, which was a relief. I
hate having music blaring into my ears, when I’m out in public.

The bar wasn’t crowded, but it was far from empty. About five of
the dozen or so small tables had people at them – all seemed to
be scruffy women in dusty leather clothing.

“Bingo!” Nicole whispered. “These chicks don’t come from just the
wrong side of the tracks, they have to take a frigging bus to
even *get* to the tracks!”

I giggled, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t
right.

“I don’t know, Nicole,” I whispered. “Something’s … wrong, here.”
I scanned the room, trying to figure out what was making me
uneasy.

Realistically, I’d have had an easier time listing the things
that *didn’t* make me uneasy! This place was a dump and the two
of us stood out like well-dressed sore thumbs. The whole barroom
looked dirty, poorly lit, and generally run down.

The women looked like the bar: Dirty and low-class. I swear, it
looked (and smelled) as if the only times any of them had taken a
shower were if they’d accidentally been caught in the rain.

And it didn’t rain often, in this area.

But there was something else. What was it about these women …? My
eyes scanned the room, and I saw a few of them looking our way.
These women didn’t look like soft, peacenik hippies, to me. They
looked hard. Tough.

With a jolt, it hit me. Not one problem, but two.

The first realization: Not only were Nicole and I the only
decently-dressed women here, we were also the only white women.

The second realization: Most of the women either wore leather
jackets or had leather jackets slung over their chairs. The
jackets sported the same faded emblem and lettering.

“Nicole!” I hissed, under my breath. “This isn’t a Hippie Bar!
It’s a Biker Bar!”

But Nicole was already off, almost skipping, as she sauntered
over towards her mark: A big, black woman, dressed in tight,
black leather clothing. Nicole had a gift for quickly identifying
the biggest social misfit of any group and zoning in to find
their weak points.

The woman that Nicole had selected was huge! She must have been
around 5’11” and weighed almost 300 pounds!  Her sleeveless
leather vest revealed big arms – arms that were undoubtedly
well-muscled, under that thick layer of fat. The biker chick’s
arms sported dark green tattoos that were almost lost against the
dark brown of her skin. The vest she wore barely managed to
contain a pair of massive, brown tits that seemed to strain
against their black-leather prison.

The biker woman’s biceps looked almost as big around as one of
Nicole’s thighs! Her hair was close-cropped and her dark, homely
face looked as if she’d been in more than a few fist fights.

Nicole, in her preppy pink polo shirt and white tennis skirt,
looked painfully out of place. She perched herself in the chair
right next to the big woman.

“Mind if I join you?” Nicole bubbled, flashing a dazzling smile.
The black woman looked at Nicole and gave a slow, predatory
smile. It was as if she’d heard Nicole ask to be fucked. They
began chatting.

“Julia!” Nicole called. “Come on over!  Meet my new friend,
Chloe!”  The big, black woman gave me an appraising look, from
head to foot, and smiled her approval. I realized that my navy
skirt, frilly white blouse, and red ribbon tie identified me as
being as misplaced here as Nicole.

I felt like a pork chop being invited to meet a pitbull!
Hesitantly, I started over, but a firm hand grasped my arm,
stopping me. Two statuesque, black biker women flanked me. “Why
don’ you let Chloe an’ yer friend have a lil’ privacy?” they
suggested. “You kin come over t’our table an’ keep us company!”

These women were actually rather attractive – in a hard,
street-tough sort of way. At least, in comparison to the woman
Nicole had identified as “Chloe.”

One of these women still wore her biker jacket. She had short
hair and caramel-colored skin. Her hair was short, just covering
her ears. Nice figure, although a bit angular in places, I
thought.

“I’m Austen,” she said, not releasing her grip on my arm.

The other woman looked almost beautiful and I couldn’t believe
she was a lowly biker chick. Her skin was a deep, dark sienna and
she was a little too big in a few key places, such as her lips,
bust, and hips. But strangely, these defects gave her an exotic,
sexy look. Her dark, wavy hair came down to her shoulders.

“I’m Dallas,” she said, firmly grasping my other arm.

The two led me to a nearby table and pushed me into a chair,
where we faced Nicole and Chloe.

By this time, I was scared. This hadn’t been going at all as we’d
planned! These women weren’t pliable, passive hippie chicks who
we could push around and abuse; they were tough biker types.

And they were acting like we did, when we were around weak-willed
hippie chicks!

I began to sweat.

“Lemme buy you a drink,” Austen offered, still holding my arm,
even as we sat. “What’ll it be, sweetie?”

These biker chicks are going to kick our asses, I realized.
They’re just playing with us, now. I’d been on the other end of
this game too often not to recognize it.  We had to get out of
here!

“Thanks, really,” I said, giving a weak smile and standing up.
“But I’ve gotta go.” I tried to signal my friend. “Nicole!” I
called. “Gotta go!” I tried to give her a meaningful look as I
started towards the door.

The two women pulled me roughly back into my chair and looked at
me, expectantly.

“Lemme buy you a drink,” Austen repeated.

“White Zinfandel,” I requested, meekly.

The two bikers looked at each, and then burst into laughter. “A
white *what*?” Austen asked, still laughing. “Look honey,” she
said, almost gently, “you ain’t gettin’ a white *nothin’* in
here!”

“But we’re gonna,” Dallas murmured, flashing a lewd smile.

We were definitely in trouble!  A hang-out for mean-tempered
lesbian bikers was no place for two dominant, straight white
girls!

Austen continued as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “This is just
a biker dive, baby. We got beer and we got whiskey.”

Embarrassed, I nodded my understanding. “I’ll have a beer,
please,” I said.  No sense angering these dangerous women.

Austen signaled the waitress, who brought over a brown bottle.
She popped the cap and slapped it down in front of me.

A Budweiser.

“Bud?” I protested, without thinking. I wrinkled my nose in
distaste. I detested Budweiser … cheap, mass-produced excuse for
beer! Budweiser, as they say, was like having sex in a canoe: It
was fucking close to water!

“Do they have Heineken?” I asked, curling a lip at the
blue-collar brew.

I thought it was a legitimate question, but looking into their
faces, I realized I had made a mistake. Although they both
continued to smile, they were hard, cold smiles.

Quickly grabbing the bottle, I tipped it up and took a long pull.
“Hmm, not bad,” I offered, weakly.

Dallas shook her head, her wavy, brown hair brushing her
shoulders. “Austen!” she scolded. “Don’ you know dis is a fine
uptown girl? She don’ be drinkin’ no Bud!”

Austen feigned a chastised look and Dallas signaled the waitress.

“Whiskey, fer our lil’ white debutante!” she ordered. “And bring
da bottle.”

I gulped, nervously. I really wasn’t a whiskey drinker. I
preferred gin, Seven-Up, and a squirt of lemon.  The waitress
returned with a bottle of Black Velvet. Oh well, I guess a
7-and-7 or two wouldn’t kill me.

I looked around, in confusion. “Excuse me,” I told the waitress.
“You forgot the Seven-Up!”

Dallas and Austen laughed, slapping the table. “Oh girl!” Austen
chuckled, trying to catch her breath, “You are *too* much!”  She
pushed a shot glass over in front of me.

“Drink!” she ordered, face suddenly looking serious.

She wanted me to drink whiskey, with no mix? A straight shot?!?

I fumbled with the bottle and poured the shot. Straight whiskey …
I’d never ‘done shots’ before, though I’d heard the guys brag
about it.

“Now!” Austen ordered.

I took a tentative sip and choked as the fiery liquid burned down
my throat and up my nose.

My companions laughed at me and rolled their eyes. “You are
*hopeless*, white girl!” Dallas complained. “You don’ sip
whiskey! Here, do it like dis …!”  She poured a shot and flipped
it neatly into her mouth, in one fluid motion.

My eyes must have bugged out of my head, because the two bikers
laughed at me again.  I couldn’t believe that any woman could
swallow straight whiskey like that! Hell, I couldn’t believe
*men* actually could do that!

Austen pushed my shot glass in front of me.

“Try again,” she ordered.

Shakily, I picked up my almost-full shot glass and tossed it
back, as I’d seen Dallas do.

To my dismay, it had exactly the effect I had feared, burning my
throat and nose and making my eyes tear up. I choked and
sputtered, temporarily blinded. I collapsed onto the table,
gasping and trying not to cry.

“Oh, shit, girl!” Dallas scoffed. “Dat’s jus’ one shot. It gets
better, the more ya do!”

I shook my head, still unable to speak. I didn’t want any more of
that nasty stuff!  Anyone who did shots of that shit was just a
masochist!

But Austen had already poured me another and they pressured me
until I downed it. It still burned and left me gasping, but they
were right … it hadn’t been as bad as the first.

About five shots later, I was actually feeling pretty good. I was
no longer choking and, while the shots still went down rough, I
was almost keeping up with my two companions.  I was also quite
drunk.

“Oh, man!” Dallas said, setting down her shot glass. “Looks like
the floor show is about t’begin!” She nodded her head towards the
other table.

Sure enough, it was obvious that Nicole had badly misjudged our
situation. She must have spent all this time flirting and teasing
with the big biker chick. But Chloe wasn’t some passive hippie.
The big woman had been worked up and aroused – and she didn’t
seem to happy with the little blonde tease who was responsible.

Nicole leaned over gave the big black biker a big hug. “I am *so*
glad I met you!” she gushed, planting a peck on Chloe’s cheek and
“accidentally” rubbing her full breasts against the black biker.

But Chloe wouldn’t have known subtlety if it hit her in the face.
She seemed to interpret Nicole’s most recent flirtations as the
signal she’d been waiting for. The heavy-set biker grabbed the
perky blonde by her shoulders and swung the surprised girl into
her muscular, black arms, kissing her fiercely.

The surprised preppy beat her little white fists ineffectually
against her big aggressor, to no avail. The big black woman
maintained her deep kiss, exploring the helpless blonde’s mouth
with her thick, probing tongue. The tiny fists eventually slowed,
as the white girl reluctantly succumbed to the biker woman’s
kiss. Nicole’s trembling white hands finally went still, grasping
the big woman’s bare, black shoulders.

The other bikers in the bar cheered, and I realized we had an
audience.  The bar had filled up a bit, since Nicole and I had
arrived.

Chloe finally released Nicole, and cupped one of the blonde’s big
tits. Nicole slapped her hand away and stood unsteadily on
trembling legs. Before the pretty blonde could focus her eyes,
Chloe slapped her across her stunned, white face.

The blow of Chloe’s big, black hand rocked Nicole’s head back,
her blonde ponytail whipping about, and she staggered against the
table before falling onto the floor, sobbing.

“*That’s* fer bein’ a tease!” Chloe said, standing over the
fallen white girl. “Now gitcher ass up and come wit’ me. You been
fuckin’ wid me all night an’ now it’s time t’put out.”

Nicole got slowly to her feet, one dainty white hand hugging but
failing to hide the big, angry red print that was clearly visible
on her pale cheek.

“*Fuck* you!” Nicole screamed. “You filthy dyke whore! I wouldn’t
go anywhere with you if you *paid* me!  I’m not a stupid lesbian,
like you sluts! I’m *normal*!  Remember that as you finger your
sloppy pussies tonight, dreaming of the one who got away!”

Nicole flashed an aggrieved, yet smugly triumphant smile as she
trounced towards the door.

“Oh hell!” Dallas whispered. “Yer lil friend gone done it, now!”

Before Nicole had gone three steps, Chloe’s massive hands came
down on the blonde’s shoulders and hauled her backwards, off her
feet.  Chloe spun the white girl around and slammed her against a
wall.

“Wuzzat?” she asked the now-pinned blonde. “Say dat agin, honey?
You say you *not* a lesbian?”

Nicole spat at the black biker. “That’s right, dyke!” she
shouted. “Unlike you perverts, *I’m* normal!”

Chloe leaned her body against the white girl, pinning her even
more completely. “You straight,” she repeated, “but you come into
*our* bar, flashin’ yer hot, lil’ white body, and git us all
worked up, knowin’ you wasn’ gonna put out? Dat about right?”

Nicole nodded, smiling smugly. “Nice summation, dyke,” she
sneered. “Maybe you aren’t as stupid as you look! I got your
pussies all wet and throbbing -- just because I could!  Admit it:
Now you’ll all end up going home and frigging yourselves off,
fantasizing about me!”

Chloe slapped her. Hard, right across the face. She used one big,
black hand to push the stunned white girl firmly against the
wall, effectively pinning her, and the other big hand came across
the blonde’s face in a vicious, open-handed slap.

Then Chloe slapped her again, back-handed.

I lost track of how many times the huge biker woman slapped the
pinned white girl’s face, rocking her blonde head back and forth
with each blow. Nicole’s face was bruised and tear-streaked, her
eyes no longer focused.

Chloe stepped back and let Nicole fall, hard, to the floor.

“I think it’s time we taught dis lil’ girl a lesson,” the black
biker said, removing her thick leather belt. Several women
grinned evilly and rushed forward to drape the near unconscious
blonde, face down and ass up, over the table.  Two women pinned
her arms and a third sat on her back, between her shoulders.

“Someone needs a spanking!” a women called from the back and the
crowd roared its approval.

“No!” I screamed, trying to spring forward. I have no idea what I
thought I could have done to stop things. I just knew I had to do
something.

Fortunately for me, Austen and Dallas grabbed me and held me
back. “Don’ do it, white girl!” Dallas hissed, grabbing my arm
and holding me where I stood, butt pressed back against the
table.

Austen had grabbed my other arm and pinned me, from the other
side. “Let it go! You can’ help her, now! You’ll only git beat,
too,” she urged.

Both women seemed genuinely concerned, and I stopped struggling.

But they both kept me tightly restrained.

“Let’s strip ‘em!” someone called out, and Chloe grinned. The big
woman strolled over to my pinned friend, and ripped her top and
skirt off. Then she unhooked Nicole’s bra, letting her big, white
tits flop out. Chloe fondled the blonde a bit and then slid her
panties off, leaving Nicole nude, bent face-down over the bar
table.

I wasn’t to be spared, either. While Austen and Dallas continued
to hold me, other rough hands unceremoniously stripped me, too.
Soon, I was naked and quivering, still held by my arms, by the
two biker chicks.

“Somethin’ tells me you’ve had this comin’ for a long time, white
girl!” Chloe sneered at Nicole, as she raised her belt and
brought leather strap down hard across the pinned blonde’s bare
ass.

The Nicole howled in pain, her head jerking up as she stared,
wild-eyed but unseeing at the ceiling. The crowd cheered.

“More! More! More!” they chanted.

Chloe obliged. The cruel, black biker brought the leather strap
down across the pinned blonde’s ass again and again, each time
eliciting a shriek of pain and outrage from her hapless victim. 
Soon, Nicole’s pretty white ass was striped with wide, red welts.

After about eight blows, Chloe signaled the women to release
Nicole and the pitiful blonde dropped to the floor, at her black
tormentor’s feet, writhing in pain and clutching her beaten
backside.

Chloe let her cry for about five minutes. Then she squatted down.
She pulled Nicole’s head up by her ponytail, forcing the sobbing
girl to look into her aggressor’s eyes.

“Well, now,” the big biker said, conversationally, “I think we
punished you enough fer callin’ us names an’  such.”  Nicole
glared, but nodded furiously, still rubbing her assaulted butt.

“Now there’s jus’ the lil matter o’ yer teasin’ me and getting’
me all worked up,” Chloe said.

The beaten blonde tried to stifle her sobbing. “I’m … I’m …
sorry!” she sobbed.

The black woman smiled, cruelly. “Dat’s a good start, shugah” she
said. “But that ain’t near enough.” Nicole regarded her tormentor
through tear-filled blue eyes.

“Ya see,” Chloe said, maintaining her hold on the blonde’s
ponytail, “You done went and got all our pussies … what was it
you said? All wet and throbbin’ like” The biker woman frowned.
“And now, we all gotta be goin’ home and friggin’ off,
fantasizin’ about your hot white body.”

The hapless blonde sobbed loudly. “I’m sorry!” she cried. “I
*said* I was sorry!”

Chloe looked at the white girl, almost pityingly.

“’Sorry’ ain’t gonna stop our poor pussies from throbbin’, baby,”
she said. “We’re gonna need something more.”

Nicole’s blue eyes widened as Chloe’s words sunk in.

“What … what do you mean …?!?”

My head was swimming. “They’re going to do it!” I thought, dully.
“They’re going to make her do what lesbians do!”

I must be a real bitch, because at that moment, it didn’t matter
that it was my friend who was suffering this humiliation – I was
shocked to discover that I was still starting to get off on it. 
I think I was getting a little hot at being restrained, too.

The fat biker chick nodded at Nicole. “I think you know what I
mean,” she told the tremblingblonde. “You teased an’ flirted and
got us all worked up. And now you gonna satisfy every woman in
the bar.”  Chloe signaled and several bikers grabbed the
shrieking blonde, forcing her to her knees.

“You’ll start with me,” Chloe said, kicking off her boots and
peeling off her leather pants. “Sorry if I’m a bit gamey,” the
black woman apologized with mock concern, grabbing the blonde’s
head and guiding her pale face between the biker’s dark thighs.
“Leather don’t breathe much and I ain’t had a bath since I dunno
when!”

Nicole gagged and gave a squeal of protest that was immediately
muffled as her white face was crammed into the biker chick’s hot,
dark, reeking crotch. Nicole’s pale shoulders heaved with
suppressed sobs, as she was smothered between Chloes thick
thighs.

The cruel black woman slowly began rubbing herself against her
victim’s face.

“Oh yeah,” Chloe sighed, slowly humping the kneeling girl’s head.
“C’mon baby, show me some shugah!  Don’ you *make* me get my
strap agin!”

The threat must have worked; the biker’s dark eyes widened and a
grin split her dark features. “*That’s* it, shugah!” she moaned,
evidently feeling the blonde comply. “Work that tongue! I knew
you’d get into it.”

I watched in sick fascination as my friend knelt before the fat
biker chick and buried her pretty, white face into that dark,
nasty, matted pussy.  Both Nicole’s soft, white hands reached up
to grab the big woman’s dark hips and I could hear her tongue
slobbering away even from where I stood. I found the contrast of
Nicole’s long blonde hair against the deep brown skin of Chloe’s
thighs was oddly arousing.

I could hear Austen’s and Dallas’ breathing get faster as they
held me, forcing me to watch my friend go down on every woman in
the bar. The biker chicks lined up behind Chloe and each took
their turn with the kneeling blonde.

The only women Nicole wasn’t forced to service was me, the
waitress, and the two biker chicks holding me.

After the last biker finished, climaxing loudly as she ground her
black pussy against the kneeling white girl’s face, Chloe ordered
them to tie Nicole’s wrists.

The massive biker chick then stood in front of her bound,
defeated victim, smiling cruelly. “Ya know,” she said, “I decided
I jus’ don’ like you,” she told Nicole. “I think you still need
t’do somethin’ to prove you know you ain’ better’n us.”  The big
black woman thought for a while, and then got an inspired look on
her face.

“I know!” she announced. “You kin start by kissin’ my big, black
ass!” She turned and jutted her huge backside out, towards the
horrified blonde.

Nicole, still on her knees, tried to back away, a look of
loathing stealing over her pussy-smeared face. “No!” she cried.
“You can’t expect me to do that! You’ve already humiliated me!
Please don’t make me …”

What happened next was the most sickly erotic thing I had ever
seen.

Chloe leaned back, jutting her massive, black ass back at the
kneeling blonde. One of the other bikers stepped forward and
grabbed Nicole by her ponytail, forcing her face forward.

I watched in perverted fascination as they pressed Nicole’s head
into the big, black woman’s ass. Nicole’s tear-streaked white
face slowly disappeared into Chloe’s monstrous ass crack.

Slowly, the big biker woman reached back and spread the cheeks of
that huge, black ass. The other bikers grinned and the one
holding her ponytail pushed Nicole’s face even deeper. With a
sigh of contentment, Chloe released her hold on her ass. Her
massive ass cheeks closed over the blonde’s head, engulfing it.

The biker that had been holding Nicole’s ponytail released her
grip and stepped back.

I almost creamed.

My mouth gaped, as I stared at the kneeling white girl, her head
completely swallowed up by the biker chick’s huge, fat ass. The
only part of Nicole’s head that I could still see was her blonde
ponytail. It actually looked as if the thick, black biker chick
was sporting a cute yellow tail, jutting from the top of her big,
round, dark-brown ass!

I moaned weakly, feeling myself go wet. This was the best, most
absolutely complete humiliation I had ever witnessed, and my
knees went weak with arousal.

Nicole struggled, to free herself, but couldn’t get the leverage
to pull her head free from the biker’s clenched ass. Chloe
grinned, obviously enjoying the feel of the white girl’s
struggles. The fat biker slid a hand down between her thick,
black thighs and began rubbing herself.

The white girl’s struggles grew feeble and, within a few minutes,
she stopped moving altogether.

With a sigh, Chloe reached back and spread her massive ass
cheeks, releasing Nicole’s entrapped face. The smothered blonde
slid to the floor, unconscious.

“Well hell,” the big biker complained. “I was just startin’ t’get
close! You can’t quit on us now, shugah!”  Chloe kicked the
semi-conscious blonde onto her back.

Standing over the blonde’s head, the big black woman slapped her
white face until she came to. Then she turned and settled down
onto Nicole’s face.

I gasped in sick excitement as I saw Nicole’s beautiful white
face disappear again, under the biker’s huge, black ass. Chloe
had her back to me, and all I could see was her massive, round,
brown ass cheeks, settling plumply where my friend’s head used to
be.

Nicole’s head was, again, completely surrounded in assflesh.

Strangely, the white girl wasn’t struggling anymore. She just
laid there, placidly enduring the humiliating smother. With a
pang of realization, I noticed that the blonde’s nipples were
both painfully erect, jabbing up at the ceiling.

“Nicole’s getting off on being smothered to by this fat black
biker chick,” I realized. “Chloe is going to kill her, and she’s
getting off on it!”

I was panting like a dog in heat, now, watching this ultimate
humiliation. Sweat dripped off my nude body and I trembled in
uncontrolled lust.  My cunt dripped with need and I’d have
masturbated like a monkey of the two biker chicks hadn’t been
restraining my arms.

The two holding me were not unaware of my condition. Dallas and
Austen each restraining me with one hand, but began stroking me
with the other, their dark, slender hands caressing my quivering
white body.

They began to caress lower.

“You’re doing it,” I gasped, softly. “You’re doing to me what
lesbians do, aren’t you.”  My mind reeled in a delicious
confrontation of denial and desire.

“That’s right, baby,” Dallas purred in my ear, as her hand
reached my throbbing pussy. “An’ I think you like it!” I moaned
as her stroking fingers parted my labia and delved inside me.

My mind reeled. “How is this possible?” I gasped, under my
breath. “I get off on humiliating others … being the one in
control! How can I get so turned on being violated?!?”  Tears of
desire and frustration welled up in my eyes.

Dallas began kissing and suckling at my neck and shoulder. “Cuz
you a ‘Switch,’ baby,” she murmured.

A Switch?

“Switch is someone who kin be either a domme or a sub,” Dallas
explained, grabbing my lips in her teeth to twist my head around,
before passionately pressing her thick, full lips against mine.

Not to be outdone, Austen’s hand questing hand reached my bottom.
She groped and fondled me, squeezing my white ass with her
strong, dark hands.  Slowly, she slipped her hand between my
quivering, white ass cheeks.

“Oh no,” I whimpered softly, mind spinning in denial as I feebly
tried to twist away.

“You can’t …”

But she could.

She gently stroked my vulnerable asshole with one finger, kissing
and sucking on the base of my neck as she did so. I was beyond
humiliation, but had never felt so completely aroused. I was
helpless against these two dominant black biker women and finally
just surrendered myself to their lust.

Wantonly, I pushed my rear back against Austen’s probing finger
and I gasped in pleasure as it slid up my back door.  A third
woman crawled up on the table I was leaning against, positioning
herself behind me. She must have stripped, because I saw two
long, bare, muscular, dark legs appear on either side of me,
before they wrapped themselves around my body. Her legs
interlocked at the ankles and she squeezed, crushing the breath
from my body.

Two dark hands reached from behind me and grabbed my vulnerable,
white breasts, fondling and squeezing roughly.

My head was spinning and my body was consumed by lust and the
abject thrill of my subjugation. Raising my head, I saw fat,
black Chloe furiously fingering herself as she sat on the
motionless white girl’s face. Nicole’s nipples had returned to
their usual state and her pale body lay there, unmoving.

I could only assume she was dead, and Chloe seemed to be really
getting off on that.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the large mirror, on the opposite
wall: An attractive brunette, forcibly restrained by three black
biker chicks who were finger-fucking her every orifice while two
disembodied black hands mercilessly squeezed her big white
breasts and tweaked her painfully stiff nipples.

Watching Chloe getting off while she sat on the dead girl’s face
… watching the molestation of the white girl in the mirror … me …


I came.

Violently.

I screamed as my body spasmed, arching against my relentless
captors as their furiously pistoning fingers forced me over the
edge. My body shook, rattling my teeth, as both Dallas and Austen
drove their questing fingers into me as deeply as they could. 
The black woman who was scissoring me leaned back, cutting my
passionate scream short as her muscular legs squeezed the breath
out of my body.

My eyes were wide open, but I couldn’t see. My mouth was open,
but no sound could come out. An orgasmic storm raged within me,
battering my mind and body. I could feel saliva dribbling from my
open mouth,  onto my chest, but I could do nothing to stop it.

Time seemed to stand still.

* * * * *

After what seemed an eternity, my earth-shattering climax
loosened its hold on me. The paralyzing pleasure slowly ebbed,
returning control of my weakened body. My nerveless legs gave out
completely and I slumped in my captors’ grip.

Dallas and Austen slowly removed their cum-soaked fingers and
released their hold on me. The woman behind me unclenched her
legs and I fell, heavily, to the floor.

“So, how did you like it?” Austen asked, looking down with a smug
smile. “Did you enjoy having us ‘do what lesbians do’ to you?”

Still shaking, I gave a reluctant, almost imperceptible nod. The
black bikers all laughed. “Looks like we got ourselves a
convert!” one said. I could feel tears of humiliation trickle
down my cheeks.

Dallas stripped off her leathers and kicked me onto my back. She
stood over me, flaunting her perfect, dark body.

“So, white girl,” she asked, softly. “Seeing Chloe smother your
bitchy blonde friend really turned you on, didn’t it?”

I flushed, both from deep shame and craven excitement. “Yes,” I
whispered.

“You really liked that, didn’t you,” she repeated, in a husky
murmur.

“You wish that had been you, don’t you?”

With a start, I realized that I *did* envy the smothered blonde.
I craved being humiliated and subjugated as she had been. I
wanted to be taken … completely.

Dallas turned, giving me a view of her magnificent ass. It was
nowhere near as big as Chloe’s massive derriere, but what it
lacked in size, it made up in shape. The beautiful, black biker’s
ass was almost perfectly round, sporting two perfect brown globes
that were just barely squeezed together. A perfect “bubble butt.”

Dallas looked back and down at me.

“You want this, don’t you, white girl?” she said, softly. “You
want this to be the way it ends, don’t you … your pretty white
face smothered under my gorgeous black ass?”

I swallowed hard, caught between a fear of actually dying and the
exquisite feeling of being dominated by this beautiful, black
bitch.

But the decision was never mine to make.

Dallas squatted over my head and I was startled by the strong
stink of unwashed flesh. They had been right: Leather didn’t
breath and the beautiful biker’s body reeked! The smell was
horrible and it filled my mouth and nose and permeated my brain.
How could someone so attractive smell so bad?!? I tried to push
her away, thoroughly repelled, but she pinned my hands under her
muscular dark legs and sat fully on my face.

Her large, brown ass pressed down over my face, cutting off my
air. I could feel my nose sliding into the warm crack of her dark
ass as her bottom engulfed my head. Dallas’ ass may not have been
in the same league as Chloe’s, but it was still one big ass and I
found my face completely buried. I could feel her flesh press
against my ears, and suspected her ass cheeks actually touched
the floor, even with my face wedged inside. If Dallas’ ass could
cover my face so completely, what had poor Nicole gone through?!?


Thankfully, the pressure of her beautiful ass on my face also
seemed to cut off the smell. I knew it was still there, it was
just that I could no longer sense it.

The pressure on my head was intense and my lungs were already
straining. Judging by the gentle rocking motion, Dallas was
fingering herself as she smothered me, as Chloe had done while
smothering Nicole.

I found my lips pressed up against her tight, puckered asshole.
Overcome with lust at my domination, I slowly began to rim her
with my tongue. She paused, briefly, and then began rocking
faster on my face.

I guess she enjoyed my oral attentions.

I couldn’t hear a thing, with her fat ass pressing down on my
head. My ears must be covered, I realized. I dimly wondered if
the other bikers were gathered around, laughing or cheering or
masturbating.

I tongued the beautiful black biker’s asshole, as it pressed
hotly against my mouth. Probing inside from time to time, I felt
her muscular ass began to tense as she got closer to climax.

The smothering brown ass cheeks started to literally clench my
face, squeezing cruelly until tears formed in my eyes.

I felt myself growing light-headed, even as Dallas’ ass clenched
me tighter. I gave up trying to struggle and merely endured. I
could no longer reach her asshole, no matter how much I strained;
her tightly clenched ass forced my lips away by about a quarter
of a tantalizing inch.

I could feel hot juices leaking around my chin, and could soon
taste them on my lips. Dallas’ cunt must be really dripping, I
realized. She must be close!  Would she cum before I was
completely smothered?

If I did live, I knew it would only be a temporary reprieve. The
black biker beauty would want to do me again. And again and
again. She’d keep me as her pet, ass-smothering me whenever she
felt kinky and horny.

And one of those times, she’d take a little too long to cum …

Strangely, I was no longer frightened. I was consumed by the
erotic thrill of being smothered under this beautiful black
woman’s gorgeous, dominating ass.

I felt my body shudder in another climax, even as consciousness
slipped away.
