Monica's Games 2.21
by Richard Alexander (Gromets Plaza)
(story continues from Monica's Games 2.20)
Chapter Twenty One: Jillian Goes Downhill
Day Three
Morning Event: Cycling
White Team: Jillian
Black Team: Elizabeth
Points at Stake: 5
Start Score: White Team: 15 Black Team: 5
It was all right for the others – they were being put through their paces in private. Muggins me had wound up with the short straw, doing the first public event. Of all things, a bike ride up and down Mt Cootha. Not content with picking the biggest hill around (for nobody in their right mind would really call it a mountain) it just happened to be the one that overlooked the city, and the place where the busloads of tourists went for their first view of the place. I was really going to enjoy this – not!
I had been fretting over this for days. It was one thing what happened in the privacy of your own dungeon, but it was another running the risk of being hauled in for having a public orgasm at forty kilometres an hour.
The morning after the fencing event, we assembled in the car park of the Botanical Gardens at the base of Mt Cootha. It was eight thirty, before the gardens opened, and before the busloads of tourists arrived. I was feeling very self-conscious in the shiny white lycra crop top and skirt that seemed to show more than it covered. It had been fun doing the trials on the back road, but now this was for real. I was up against Elizabeth, a brunette with model looks who seemed confident and poised as Mistress Lynx settled her on to her bike. Then came my turn.
There was nothing too sophisticated about the bike. I had worked with Steven on developing it and I felt reasonably comfortable with it – so to speak. It was all going according to plan as Steven held it steady while I seated myself, working the dildo inside me so that it was comfortable. It was bigger than the one we had experimented with, but I felt it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I should have realised there was more to it than that.
First, Mistress Lynx took a chain and locked it from one side of the seat to the other, so that I had no chance of getting off the bike. The chain was only one of those plastic ones, probably because they were light and had big links, since it ran under my skirt across the junction of my thighs and abdomen, just where I would be doing all the work. But God help me if I had a crash. But then came the wires from somewhere down below me, up my back and over my shoulders. I knew where they were going, as my crop top was pulled down and two pads were firmly taped to my nipples.
“What the hell is this all about?” I whispered to Steven. “What’s going on here?”
“It’s a late change,” he mumbled.
“A late change that you bloody knew about and didn’t tell me!” I hissed at him as I strapped on the cycle helmet that was obligatory by law in Australia.
“I’ve been busy.”
“And what the hell are these wires?”
“There’s a small dynamo attached to the back wheel, which will generate more power the faster you go.”
“Which means?”
You go fast, you get quite intense vibrations on your tits.”
“Well thanks for the warning.”
“And the dildo vibrates as well.”
“As well? You mean not only does it go in and out faster as I speed up, but the damned thing vibrates as well?”
“That’s about the size of it.”
“No, Steven, the size of it is somewhat bigger than you led me to believe!”
He shrugged, and looked apologetic.
“I was sworn to silence. Fairness and natural justice, et cetera.”
“I’ll give you bloody natural justice and I’ll show you what being silent is all about! You and Mistress Lynx were in cahoots! You bugger!”
My annoyance was interrupted by Mistress Lynx taking her position with a red flag, with a presumed intention to start the race.
“On your marks – go!”
The way out of the car park was a gentle slope down hill on to the main road. The start had been hurried and I barely had time to compose myself and focus on the task ahead. As I started off my skirt immediately decided to lift in the breeze, and I found myself struggling to tuck it between my thighs and the seat so that the whole world would not be as embarrassed as I was.
In between those adjustments I was getting used to the strange sensations that were already starting to course through my most sensitive parts. The gearing between the rear wheel and the dildo mechanism was such that even at a reasonable speed the dildo moved relatively slowly, though what it would be like on a hell-for-leather dash down the hill remained to be seen, and was something I was not looking forward to. The vibrations at my nipples were mere tinglings as I turned left out of the car park and began the long climb up the hill.
The road to the top of Mt Cootha was essentially a loop road. It led nowhere other than to the top, climbing and winding through eucalypt forest which rose above low scrub and bush. At this hour of on a Monday morning there was precious little traffic, and in ordinary circumstances the ride would have been a most pleasant form of exercise. The bike was a mountain bike, with a squillion gears that I did not really understand despite Steven’s attempts to explain them. I changed them up and down as seemed appropriate, judging from the resistance they conjured up. I simply worked with what seemed easiest.
Elizabeth was ahead of me. She had been the first one ready, and had had more time to get herself organised, and now I was watching her from ten metres behind. I knew it was going to be a long haul up to the top, and there was no point in pushing too hard at this stage. I wanted to just stay in touch as long as I felt I was still working within myself. With the chain in place, all the work had to be done by my legs – I could not stand to add weight to my pushing, and it was going to be a grovel.
I was thankful for the hours I had spent in the gym on the various machines we had down in Bilboes’ basement. Hopefully it would pay off, but Elizabeth was no slowpoke, and I was breathing hard in my efforts to keep up with her.
The road climbed steeply to start with, before finally reaching a small crest and entering into a series of dips and rises. By the time we reached the first crest after the long climb the sweat was pouring off me, and I was conscious of the other wetness between my legs, as the vibrator slowly undulated in and out. Topping the rise led to a short downward gradient that made the thing thrust faster, and I was starting to feel the effects of it as I reached the bottom of the dip. I was sticking to Elizabeth and fortunately the abrupt change in speed enabled me to quieten the flush rising from my loins, as I concentrated on pumping my legs up the next rise.
And that was how it went, for the next couple of kilometres, as we slowly went round in a big circle, and began the final climb up to the kiosk at the top. Here was a small car park and space for the tour buses, several of which had passed us as we struggled up the last stretch. We panted past the car park and I’m sure ended up on a few videos as some of the Japanese that had passed us in the bus were waiting with their cameras. There was evidently nothing like a bit of sweaty athletic girl flesh to get the Japanese men going, it seemed. One guy was hauled away by his wife, and I reckoned they would be sharing a chilly silence for the rest of the city tour.
Then came the stretch I had been dreading, and I’m sure Elizabeth had concerns as well. We began the downhill stretch, and at once the thrusting between my legs speeded up. The tingling in my nipples, which had been a low, barely distracting buzz for most of the climb – now surged through them, at the same time as the vibrations of the thrusting dildo sped up.
We were freewheeling down the curving road, ignoring the views of the city high rises in the distance, on what would normally have been an exhilarating enough ride in itself, without having an orgasm at fifty klicks an hour. And I felt one coming, as I leaned into a corner and let out a long scream into the wind tearing at me. This was seriously scary!
Down we raced; I was right on Elizabeth’s tail, and I knew we were nearing the point when it would be an all out race down the last section which was like a giant ski run – so different from the grovel it had been coming up. I heard a shrill drawn-out cry from Elizabeth and knew where she was coming from – or going to - as we heeled into a corner and saw the long run downhill ahead of us.
Things were going mad down in my crotch but there was no choice now. Freewheeling was not enough and I shifted up a couple of gears and began pedalling for all I was worth. The buzzing across my nipples reached a new peak and the big vibrator felt like the last stages of a man driving into me, en route to a climax. I clawed back distance on Elizabeth to draw level as we scorched down the hill. At the bottom the two teams where yelling encouragement and waving frantically. The Bilboes team in their white uniforms were jumping up and down, as were the Black Team, but the rush of wind in our faces seemed to overcome the noise. At the same time the blood was roaring in my ears and flushing my cheeks as I put my head down and drew on my last reserves of energy, aiming for the chalk line that had been drawn across the road and decorated with a black and white flag each side.
But a climax was coming up fast, as the vibrations continued at peak and my legs pumped either side of the dildo driving in and out. I was screaming something, I don’t know what, as the orgasm flashed through my body. I had lost all sense of what I was doing, other than striving for that finish line. Monica told me afterwards that I sounded like a police siren doing a Doppler effect as I flashed past, only a wheel length ahead of Elizabeth. She also said my skirt had ended up round my waist and I had given all a most impressive view over the last fifty metres.
The road levelled out in the hundred metres beyond the finish line, and both Elizabeth and I coasted very, very slowly to a halt. I could not remember when I had been so physically and sexually shattered. My legs had turned to jelly and I could hardly breathe. Elizabeth and I pulled over on to a grassy area. I could do nothing but stand there, straddling our bikes, bent over my handlebars while my heart raced and the world went blurry in a haze of double vision and blood pounding in my ears. I was gasping for breath, my chest heaving, but at least the buzzing had finally stopped in my nipples and pussy. I could not speak when the others ran up beside me. I just wanted the chain released so I could extract the beast from inside me and collapse on the grass.
“You did good, Jill,” said Monica’s voice, a million miles away.
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12.10.03
story continues in Monica's Games 2.22
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