Sleazy Rider


Chicky X roars across the desert on her Chickcycle... jumping over rocks and cacti... heading towards a ghost town that's apparently the base for a gang of drug dealers and psycho cyclists... led by a nudist leader... Sleazy Rider... apparently he doesn't bother with clothes because they'd get in the way of his fun...

Chicky X has been sent on a mission to shut Sleazy and his gang down before they turn the ghost town of Swelter Melter into the hottest destination since Hate Assbury... word starting to get out that Sleazy's liberal cocktail of skin and chemicals... is a sweet elixir of the flesh... drawing scores of converts... to something weird and sinister... according to missing Agent Leary...

The town looking mostly deserted as you ride in... probably most of the new arrivals sleeping it off in the bar... only a few of the burly bikers oiling their hogs... grinning as you ride up... "Well, well... looks like we got another convert... real purty too..."

Chicky X throws a spray of gravel as she slides her bike to a stop... unzips the front of her pink bodysuit halfway... pushes her white hat back... and admires the view... for once she's the one wearing the clothes... "Are you boys happy to see me... or did you just ride in from Viagra Falls?"

The nude bikers grinning... moving to surround you... one of them swatting a hand on your ass... another moving to tug your zip down further... "If you've come to join up, girly, you'll have to take that off..." Another chuckling... "Once Sleazy initiates her, we can all get a piece... once she's part of the tribe, it's share and share alike..."

Chicky X bats eyelashes so huge they would have to be fake on anyone else... "Did I say anything about joining? Do I look like a pinko..." getting a funny expression as she realizes she wears all pink... "Don't answer that... I can dig the ‘share the land’ vibe... just not necessarily my own... tracts... of land..." her pink gloved hands smacking those of the gropers...

The bikers growling... then grinning... "Well, if you want to hang around here, you need to talk to Sleazy... he can be real convincing..." The men chuckling... and leading you to the broken-down old Town Hall... the scene inside reminiscent of a bacchannal... undraped female flesh everywhere... with Sleazy and his lieutenants in the middle of it... the big man eyeing you... "Who's this? A new convert?"

Chicky X kicks down the stand on the Chickcycle... and follows them... blue eyes widening slightly at the weird scene inside the goldmine... the agency's suspicions about this being a cult of the flesh certainly confirmed... but what about the drugs... and the mystery of something weird and sinister... she realizes she may have to go undercover... or without it... "Chicky... I'm cool... if you drool" beginning to unzip...

The big man grinning... tall and muscled... massive member standing to attention as he looks you over... "You here to join the tribe, babe? We've got incentives... ask any of the girls here... they have a great time..." The girls just moaning... eyes blank... almost drooling... definitely high on something...

Chicky X slips out of her one-piece body suit one glove... and then one boot at a time... slowly revealing her perfect hairless skin... throwing the pink suit around her neck like a scarf... "Groovy... I'm all about getting my kicks... what kind of incentives?" her eyes scanning the room before meeting Sleazy's... a brow lofting as they lower a bit...

Sleazy grins... "We've got a special high... like nothing you ever had before... no needles or anything either... you gotta try it if you want to be part of the tribe... and I've got to initiate you..." He grins... hefting his huge member... then nodding to what looks like a gynecologist's chair... "Go sit down..."

Chicky X sees no sign of her missing contact... Leary... so leery as she is of riding a chair with stirrups... she strolls that way... like a cat whose white boots were made for walking... and that's just what they do... not one gaze can turn away from that lovely view... until her buns are wriggling into the chair...

The big burly bikers surrounding you... as Sleazy grins... fitting your boots into the stirrups and strapping them in place... more straps on the arm-rests... the cowboys making an attempt to strap your arms in there as someone enters holding a box... your contact... Leary...

Chicky X blinks as she sees Leary... carrying what looks like an electric kool-aid acid test... trying to pull her arms away... but too late... the straps tighten first... she strains... gloves and boots twisting and turning... slender body writhing... white cowboy hat falling across her face as she shakes her head...

Leary looking not all there... like a robot... as he opens the box... and a writhing pink tentacle slips out... belonging to a creature not of this world... with various tentacles... one ending in a huge sucker... Sleazy pulling the white hat off your heat and tossing it away... "As soon as my little friend here's eaten... you'll be part of the tribe... it'll feel real good, don't worry..."

Chicky X blinks at the stone-faced Leary... gasps at the sight of the alien creature... something about it making her skin crawl... even before it touches her... "That's like some way far out creepy friend... and many of my parts are not edible... just ask Euell Gibbons!" the pitch of her voice rising as Leary approaches...

The thing clambering over you... tentacles stroking your face as the sucker latches onto your forehead... Sleazy grinning... "You could fight it... but it's tough if you're distracted..." The big man pounding roughly into you... even as you feel the beast feeding on your mind... hoping you remember that seminar on fighting mental control... maybe you can take this match to the astral plane...

 

Chicky X feels her thoughts drifting... almost as if not her own... for a brief instant narrating her own tale... Sleazy's big bang theory fortunately helping her focus... drawing on her time studying under an Mayan shaman... meeting this alien puppet master on equal terms in a nonordinary reality... the throbbing of life force inside her... only pumping fuel into her fight...

Presumably most of Sleazy's conquests found it hard to concentrate under the pounding assault... and were quickly devoured... becoming mindless drones... a fate that awaits you unless you can defeat the beast mind to mind... the creature taking a humanoid figure on the astral plane... attempting to grab hold of you in a wrestling hold... as your mind makes sense of the combat...

Chicky X wrestles with the demon in a psychedelic space full of fancy colors dancing past like giant microorganisms... a fantastic journey to the center of her mind... strangely enough envisioned as in a squared circle atop an ancient pyramid... for at her deepest... innermost self... she is a fighter... her slender legs kicking out...

The kicks driving home... driving the demonic creature back... the beast bigger and stronger... but not having your finesse... lashing out with crude blows... aiming for ribs... and between thighs... your astral self feeling as real as your physical one...

Chicky X dances in and out of flying geometric shapes... until she is caught once and staggers back from the blow... grimacing as the shapes seem to be zeroing in on her... like heat-seeking missiles... as the pounding in her loins overheats her core... and the only release she can find is to lash out with all her pent-up chi... a shuddering wave of sexual bliss...

The wave blasting out... too much for the spinning shapes... and the creature... the wave of chi sending them back... as the beast rejects your powerful mind... sending you back into your body... blinking as the sucker detaches... and goes for the nearest prey... latching onto Sleazy before he can react...

Chicky X collapses back into the chair... once more aware of her surroundings... still climaxing... focusing as her loins lurch again... ripping the straps free... clutching Sleazy between her legs as she rides him to the ground... punching at the tentacle alien that tried to invade her mind...

The alien still weak from the lost battle... desperately trying to build up strength by feeding off Sleazy... draining him dry... but not quickly enough to avoid being squished by your fist... goo splatttering everywhere...

Chicky X is already stuffing herself back into her bodysuit and retrieving her hat as everyone else blinks... as if coming out of a dream... some sighing in relief... others in longing... shaking their heads... looking and listening as the chick in pink tips her white hat and addresses them... "Free love has to be without strings... or puppet masters... rock on..." and then she is gone through the swinging doors...

(Jan 2010)