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Subject: {ASSM} Couriers' revenge. (FF+, reluc, oral, ws)
Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 08:10:02 -0500
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Warning.  This story contains scenes of lesbian sex, humiliation and 
watersports.  If you are offended by these subjects please don't read 
it.

This story maybe freely distributed provided it is done so in an 
unaltered form and you let me know you have done so by contacting me at 
the above e-mail address.


Couriers' revenge.

By Wetleathergirl. October 1998,  wetleathergirl@hotmail.com

Crash!  Sonya felt the car clip her.  "Shit!" she yelled as she felt her 
bike hit the kerb.  She was going down, and it was going to be a hard 
one.  Sonya tried to roll herself into a ball to try limit any injuries.
  
Pain seared through her as she met the pavement.  Slowly she sat up the 
strap of her courier bag wrapped round her neck.  The left thigh of her 
lycra leggings was ripped to shreds, it was stained with road dirt and 
her blood.  She didn't feel as if she had broken anything, unlike her 
bike, the front wheel of which was truly mangled. She wouldn't be riding 
it again today.  She dragged the radio mike to her. 
"Control. This is Sonya, I've been downed!" she spat.
 
The car, a big maroon Daimler, had turned in to a driveway about 150 
yards up the road.  The driver, a woman, was starting to walk down to 
where Sonya was.  The radio crackled; 
"Sonya, control here.  You OK? "  Sonya recognised the voice. It was 
Fizzy, the guy who had got her the courier job.
 
"Yeah Fizzy, I'm ok, bruises, scratches and dented pride.  Bike is toast 
though!" 
"Where are you?  What happened?"  Fizzy sounded worried, he always did 
when one of his riders went down, he was good like that. 
"Chalmont Avenue, Fizzy, half way up towards The Groves.  Some prat in a 
Daimler side swiped me into the kerb, the shithead."  Sonya was angry.  
She took her helmet off, her fluorescent pink mohican  springing up.  
Her heart had stopped racing now and she stood up. No legs broken, that 
was good. 

"Sonya, it wasn't a maroon one was it with a female driver was it?"  The 
radio blared. 
"Got it in one Fizzy ma man.  Do we know this one?" 
"We do, at least the bikers do, she's had two of them in the last six 
month!  You want the scuffers there?"  Fizzy's scouse accent was 
breaking through, he was getting angry.
 
"I'll see Fizzy, depends on what she does!"  Sonya looked at the 
advancing woman  who was about thirty yards away.
  
Sonya drew herself up to her full six feet, her six inch mohican adding 
to that height.  The woman looked worried.  She was good looking, with a 
crisp designer suit on.  Sonya would have tried to pull her if she had 
been at a club.  She looked a little scared too when she saw the pink 
hair.
 
The radio crackled; "Sonya, was it the new bike you were on?  Also one 
of the bikers is coming out there to you." 
"Yeah Fizzy it was the Mantra I was on, looks like  200 of front wheel 
dusted.  Who's the petrol head that's coming", Sonya said quietly, 
knowing Fizzy would go ballistic at her for riding such an expensive 
bike at work.  She also was a bit confused, the bikers normally didn't 
have much to do with the cycle couriers.

"Its Zoe, that's coming out!" was the reply.  Zoe! Sonya couldn't 
believe her ears.  Zoe had never even acknowledged Sonya's existence, 
and it wasn't for the want of trying on Sonya's part either.  She had 
heard that Zoe had called her a perverted slut at the last party. 
 
" Are you alright?" Sonya's thoughts were broken by the woman standing 
front of her.  The woman looked about Sonya's age, 35.  She was tanned 
and impeccably made up, she had dark chestnut, shoulder length hair, the 
sun  glinting off it.  The suit was  natural linen. She had on a corn 
coloured blouse, silk by the look of it.

"Yes! No thanks to you! You got a vision problem or what?" Sonya 
snapped. The woman recoiled. 
"I am ever so sorry I thought I had given you lots of room.  I'm very 
sorry, are you hurt?" The driver was trying to be as apologetic as she 
could be.  Sonya started to pull her mobile phone out of the pack. Her 
bike's wheel wasn't the only thing broken.

"We should call the coppers.",  Sonya hissed,  "Only my phone's fucked!" 
"Look my home is just down the road, why don't you come there with me 
and you can get cleaned up?  And we can talk about calling the police".  
There was a hint of desperate panic in the woman's voice.  Sonya 
wondered why the mention of the police had brought that on.  Maybe she 
was getting near the points limit on her licence. That might be, 
especially if she had hit two motorcyclists recently.

The woman picked Sonya's bike up, she looked at it; "This is an 
expensive bike.". A statement of fact more than a question.  Before 
Sonya could answer the woman continued;  " My brother in law has one, it 
was more than fifteen hundred pounds.  Have you had it long?" The woman 
was trying to be nice. 
"About a week, had to ride it today my other bike's gears are getting 
repaired"

Soon they reached the woman's home. It was a large house, a mansion 
even, Sonya had noticed it before and always thought it was a nice 
looking place.  The woman helped Sonya in through the kitchen door and 
sat her down.
"You had better take those torn leggings off, so we can clean those cuts 
up."  The woman sounded genuinely concerned,  " My names Lucinda, by the 
way, what's yours?" 
"Sonya." 
"Pleased to meet to you, Sonya.  I'll just go and get some first aid 
stuff."  Lucinda went to a cupboard in the large kitchen.  Sonya thought 
she would have been pleased to meet this elegant woman under other 
circumstances.  Lucinda returned to where Sonya was sitting.

"Sonya, you haven't taken those leggings off yet." 
"Look Ill keep them on if you don't mind.  Just clean what you can see!" 
"You are going to have to take them off.  If you don't I wont be able to 
clean those wounds, and they could go septic" 
Sonya sighed; " Ok, I warn you though I haven't got any knickers on!" 
"That's ok. You haven't got anything I haven't got." Lucinda laughed. 

Except may be a shaven pussy and two pairs of rings, thought the 
courier.  She started to pull off the multi-coloured fluorescent 
leggings.  Fizzy had described them as Timothy Leary's best trip 
coloured, but then Fizzy was an unrepentant hippie.

The blood had started to clot to the material, and as Sonya pulled the 
leggings down the clots broke.  Fresh blood began to seep from the heavy 
grazing on her left thigh.  Sonya heard Lucinda gasp in astonishment as 
she saw her shaven pubic region and the four rings in her labia lips.
  
To give Lucinda her due she didn't say a thing, she just started to 
clean the damaged area on the cyclist's muscular thigh.  Sonya winced as 
the iodine solution was gently wiped on, she nearly hit the roof when 
Lucinda used a pair of forceps to remove a piece of gravel.
Lucinda was still cleaning the grazes when they heard a motor bike 
arrive.
 
"That will be somebody from my company coming to see if they can help."  
Sonya remarked.
   
Through the window she saw the big custom built Spondon-framed Suzuki 
stop, and the rider put it on its side stand.  It was Zoe alright. The 
bike was unmistakable, with it's streetfighter design and lurid Giger 
style bio-mech paint work.  Even if she hadn't have recognised the bike, 
the rider would have been unmistakable even with the crash helmet still 
on!  Zoe was small, about five foot two, with a slight figure.  Sonya 
could never work out how such a small girl could manage that tuned up 
monster of a bike.  From what she knew none of the bikers would even 
attempt to keep up with Zoe on that bike.  If the bike's paintwork was 
scary it had nothing to compare to Zoe's leathers and helmet.  The 
Simpson helmet was painted with an alien head, the iridium coloured 
visor adding to the menacing effect.  God only knows where she got the 
leathers from; the alien styling was carried on to them.  Zoe knocked at 
the kitchen door. Lucinda opened it and stepped back in shock as she saw 
the small biker, more shock seeing such a menacing outfit up close.  Zoe 
removed her helmet, her long single braid of hair reaching to the middle 
of her back.

"Well I see you've got another of us then Mrs Lamberton." Zoe sneered.  
For a little girl she could scare the piss right out of you.

Zo  walked over to Sonya, and looking at her bare legs and the mass of 
grazes on her left thigh. Zo  grimaced at the sight.
  
What Zoe did next caught Sonya unawares; the small woman pulled Sonya's 
face towards her and gave her a long deep kiss.  Zoe's tongue was deep 
in Sonya's mouth. Sonya could even feel the stud in the biker's tongue.  
Mrs Lamberton gasped in amazement.  Sonya was amazed too.

"Sonya are you all right?" asked Zoe.  Sonya would have replied but her 
mind was still racing from what had just happened.   
" At least you are all right darling. Nothing valuable damaged"  Zoe 
continued. 
"Except the front wheel of the bike, my skin, my mobile phone, probably 
weeks  loss of money and my pride." 
"Well Lucinda, what are we going to do with you?" Zo  asked Lucinda who 
was still open mouthed from watching the two women kiss.
 
"I am calling the cops." Sonya said. 
"I don't think Mrs Lamberton would like that. Would you Lucinda?  What 
is it now? Seven points on your license, four of them from knocking me 
off my bike?" Zoe was grinning like a Cheshire cat.  She is up to 
something Sonya thought, but she didn't know what.

Lucinda came out of the daze of amazement she was in.  "I can't afford 
any more points on my licence," she said. She had started to clean up 
Sonya's leg again; "Surely we can sort this out without the police?" 
"I suppose we might." Said Sonya. Zoe just snorted.
   
"If I pay for the repair of the bike, your damaged clothing, and loss of 
earnings, would that do?" Sonya thought that this was fair, especially 
as it would mean that there wouldn't be any pratting about with 
insurance.
"Will you tell your insurance company to pay my compensation as well?" 
demanded Zo . 
"Haven't you been paid yet?" 
"They haven't offered enough. I lost three weeks money. They are only 
offering a week's worth." 
"If you pay for the damage to the bike and my clothes and stuff that 
would be ok by me." Sonya said quietly. 
"And what about your hurt pride, what's the price on that?" Zoe quipped.  
Sonya looked at her, she had an axe to grind with this woman that was 
for sure. 
"Don't be silly, Zoe.  How can you put a value on pride?"  Lucinda 
asked. 
"But you can Lucinda.  How much is your pride worth?  A loss of your 
pride for the loss of Sonya's?"  Zoe asked slyly. 
"How can you exchange pride? It isn't a tangible thing." 

Sonya looked at the two other women.  What the hell was Zoe up to?  She 
was manoeuvring Lucinda into a corner, for what?  Sonya's thoughts were 
disturbed by Lucinda trying to pull a large piece of grit or something 
out of her leg. 

"Sonya, you are going to have to get up on the table. There is a piece 
of glass or something in your leg I want to get out!"
Sonya got on to the imposing table that was in the middle of the 
kitchen. She lay back, her legs splayed open. She could feel the cool 
air on her clit.  The situation could even have been erotic in another 
setting.

Zoe giggled; " Sonya on her back again!"  Zoe was turning out to know a 
bit too much about me, Sonya thought.  She let out a little yelp. She 
wasn't sure if it was Lucinda pulling the piece of whatever out of her 
leg, or if it was Zoe who was nibbling with sharp teeth at her ear.  Zoe 
was saying something. Sonya could barely hear it.  It sounded like 
"Things are gonna get more interesting".

"Well Lucinda, I guess you haven't heard of the Chinese concept of face.  
You have made us lose face by knocking both of us off our bikes. So to 
give us back the face that we lost you will have to lose face. Then the 
status quo will be maintained."

Lucinda looked at the short leather clad figure with a look of 
amazement.  Sonya had propped her self up on an elbow and was looking at 
the two women. Zoe had a twinkle that said there was some sort of 
devilment going on in her mind.  Lucinda just looked confused and a bit 
scared.
  
"Lucinda you can give us both back face by giving us something we want."  
Zoe stated, at the same time she put her hand to the neck of the elegant 
woman.  With her strong arms  she manoeuvred Lucinda from beside Sonya's 
left leg to in-between them. Sonya just lay back, if what she thought 
was going to happen, happened,  she was going to enjoy it and fuck the 
consequences.

"You have been sneaking peeks at Sonya's pussy rings since I have 
arrived.  Why don't you look at them closer Lucinda!"  With that the 
small woman forced Lucinda to her knees between Sonya's legs.

"You can't do this! I won't do it!" Lucinda screamed.  Zoe's strong hand 
was no longer forcing Lucinda to kneel, if she wanted she could have got 
up.  But she didn't. She may have said one thing, but her eyes said 
another as she stared at Sonya's wide open cunt with it's two pairs of 
labia rings.
  
Zoe was busy getting her bike leathers off, revealing a small wiry frame 
with small pert tits, and nipples that were so hard they could have 
pierced steel.  When she had got her leathers off, the biker got on to 
the table.  Sonya looked at her as she knelt on the table, she couldn't 
take her eyes of the small girl's crutch.  Sonya had never seen so much 
hair before.  Zoe bent forward and pulled the cyclist's lycra tee shirt 
up, her head went down and her mouth enveloped one of Sonya's nipples.  
Sonya felt the pleasure surge through her body.
  
Soon Sonya was gasping for air. Zoe was an expert.  Sonya slowly 
realised that there was also a very pleasant sensation between her legs, 
just like someone was tugging her labia rings.  Someone was, and it was 
good.  By now Zoe had ceased to suck on the tall girl's tits and was now 
straddling her face.  Sonya probed upwards, her tongue flicking. She 
could taste Zoe's moisture.  Zoe was being nasty, grinding her pubic 
bone against Sonya's nose.  Sonya didn't care. She was in heaven, her 
tongue probing Zoe, and her cunt being looked after by Lucinda.  She 
continued to lick Zoe.  The taste changed as did the texture of the 
slippy liquid that Zoe's pussy exuded.  It dawned on Sonya, Zoe had let 
some piss go, a dribble, not much but enough..  Maybe the little biker 
hadn't meant it, Sonya thought, she hoped not.  Even if it had been an 
accident on Zoe's part Sonya lapped hungrily at the liquid.

Lucinda found a sensitive spot in Sonya's vagina, and an orgasmic shiver 
ripped through the courier's body.  She could hear Zoe coming too.  God 
for a little girl she made a lot of noise.  Zoe, stood up on the table 
from her straddling position of Sonya's head.  The biker then got down 
beside Sonya and kissed her.  
"Now for some fun" she whispered.

Both of the couriers got off the table  and  looked at Lucinda.  Her 
make up was all smudged.  Lucinda had pulled her skirt up around her 
waist; her knickers were around one of her ankles.  She had also opened 
her blouse, and had pushed her bra up to reveal her breasts.  Sonya 
pulled her to her feet and motioned her to get on to the table.  She 
did.

Sonya climbed onto the table with her, and as Zoe had done to her, she 
did to Lucinda.  Her strong thighs, muscled from years of cycle 
couriering held Lucinda's head in their grip.  Sonya lowered herself 
onto the prone woman's mouth.  Sonya was rewarded by a probing tongue, 
and a skilled one at that.  She turned her head and she could see Zoe's 
head bobbing up and down between Lucinda's tanned thighs.  It wasn't 
long before Sonya noticed that Lucinda had stopped paying her attention. 
She couldn't, she was emitting loud groans.  Sonya got off her and the 
table and stood and watched the two other women, her left hand between 
her thighs stroking her hard clit, the other playing with her nipples.
When Lucinda finally came Zoe stood up.  Lucinda tried to get off the 
table, only to be stopped by Zoe saying, "Stay there bitch!"  Lucinda 
did.  Zoe winked at Sonya.
 
"Now Lucinda.  My friend here," Zoe said pointing at Sonya, "is quite 
perverted.  She gets off by watching girls pissing on each other!"  
Sonya's jaw dropped. How the hell had Zoe known about that? 
Lucinda looked even more astonished at this.  Zoe continued to speak; 
"So part of your loss of pride is to piss for us here and now!" 

If Lucinda looked astonished before, it was nothing to how she looked 
now. 
"You don't mean that." she stammered, "You can't be serious!" 
"I'd love to see you pee,." said Sonya in a breathless whisper, her 
heart thumping.  Zoe just giggled. 
"You are serious, I won't do it, I can't do it" Lucinda sobbed. 
"Obviously she doesn't want to keep her driving license." Sonya remarked 
as nastily as she could, trying to mask the fact that she was thoroughly 
enjoying the whole situation.  Not even her current girlfriend, Cynthia 
could think up a scene like this.
 
"Yes," added Zoe "don't forget how she offered us money not to report a 
road traffic accident to the police.  Definite long ban and a heavy fine 
for that one I think."
 
Lucinda sobbed loudly, "You fucking bitches!"  The two couriers looked 
at each other and smiled.  They knew this elegant woman had just given 
into them. 
"OK, I'll do it!" Lucinda said.

"I knew you would" Zoe said, as she placed both her hands on either side 
of Lucinda's cunt and gently spread the lips.  She placed a thumb on the 
prostrate woman's clit and started to manipulate it.  Before long Sonya 
saw the skin around Lucinda's throat and breasts start to flush with 
sexual excitement.  She thought she probably was showing the same 
excitement on her own body.

"Take your time, Lucinda," she heard Zoe say, "Whenever you're ready." 
Sonya kept staring at Lucinda's open cunt, while at the same time she 
manipulated her own.  Soon she saw Lucinda's pee hole contract and then 
a spray of liquid shot out.  The liquid had a slight pale yellow tint to 
it.  It splashed to the tiled floor of the kitchen.  Sonya was close 
enough to feel some of the spray hit her long bare legs, and she felt a 
small orgasm when it did.  Zoe continued to masturbate Lucinda while she 
peed; Lucinda from the sound of her wasn't far off coming.  When Lucinda 
came Zoe leant and kissed her full on the lips.

"Oh God," said Lucinda, "I never thought I could come like that." 
"One more bit and then we can go get cleaned up." Zoe grinned. 
Both girls helped Lucinda to her feet, and then gently forced her to her 
knees.  When she was on her knees they took a hand each and put it to 
their crotches.  Lucinda started to masturbate each without being told.  
Sonya bent down and kissed Zoe on the lips.  She was rewarded back by 
Zoe biting her lips; it hurt but it felt good.

"I suppose you are going to piss on me now." Lucinda asked sort of half 
heartedly, as she already knew the answer. 

"Yes!" Zoe and Sonya answered together.  With that they let go.  Their 
hot pee jetting past Lucinda's hand and spraying her all over.  In her 
hair, her face, down her arms over her pale corn silk blouse, drenching 
her.  Almost together both couriers came.  Zoe staggered a little and 
had to support herself on the table.

The three of them went into the shower together and cleaned up.  
Afterwards as they drank tea in the kitchen Lucinda remarked that if 
they wanted to visit again they could.  "I quite enjoyed it once I 
realised I hadn't a choice." she remarked.  Sonya and Zo  just grinned 
at each other. It was an offer they both knew they wouldn't refuse.
As the two couriers left, Sonya asked Zoe;
"How the hell did  you know I was into watersports?" 
Zoe giggled, "Ask my big sister, your girlfriend Cynthia."

Cynthia was going to have to do some serious explaining, tonight when I 
get home, Sonya thought.



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I would welcome any comments on this story. If you you would like
to comment then please send them to wetleathergirl@hotmail.com


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