Once he crossed the border into Baja he always felt a sense of freedom come over him. This night the temperature was still quite warm and he spotted a bar with a parking lot full of bikes in front. Just his kind of place, he thought to himself. Jason pulled off the road, parked his bike and strutted into the bar.
The light was dim but when his eyes adjusted, he saw a knockout blond behind the bar. Standing at the bar were three hot chicks in outlaw biker garb. At one table sat a pair of biker bimbos sipping on tall, cool drinks.
He looked around and surveyed the scenery. Very nice, he thought—very, very nice. All women, except for a sandy-haired young man dressed in black leather pants and boots, no shirt. The sandy haired young man was obviously a waiter, he was carrying a tray with two drinks on it to the two hotties at the table. Lucky stiff, Jason thought, just him and all this pussy.
Jason walked over to the bar, smiled at the gorgeous blond bartender and said, "Give me a cold glass of beer babe." As he said it he slapped his money down on the bar and when she returned with his change, he pushed it back toward her, saying loud enough to heard by everyone in the bar, "Keep it honey, I don’t mind paying a little for something as lovely as you."
Looking around the room, he noticed looks of disapproval from the other gals over his remark.
"Know why little girls carry sardines around in their pockets? So they can smell like the big girls." Again he spoke loud enough to be heard by everyone and again, no one was amused.
He tried one more time. "What’s the first thing a biker babe does after sex? She opens the car door!"
Again no one reacted favorably. "Damn, you bitches are humorless. You’re all hot looking chicks but damn, you need to loosen up. You wide-place-in-the-road gals don’t get a chance to have a hung city stud like me often," he said as he groped his big dick, "so you should be more genial in welcoming me to your hick burg. There’s enough cock here to satisfy all you bitches and still have plenty left over for my right hand. Gimme another beer, honey."
Damn, this bastard doesn’t know when to give up or shut up, the blonde thought as she brought him another glass of beer. He raised it to his mouth and drained it as he stared at her breasts.
As she reached for the empty glass he grabbed her hand in his giant hand and said, "Babe, that sure is a nice set of knockers you got there. Bet they’d sure like some of this," he said as he licked his lips. "And babe, look at the size of that hand. Everything else comes in the same giant size.
"Gimme another cold one honey . . . because you’re making me real hot. You know you want to have a real big time and it’s right here," he said as he continued to grope himself.
As he finished his beer and ordered another one she pulled the empty glass across the bar toward her and said, "Look, you stupid ass, none of us think you’re such hot stuff and we’ve all certainly had much bigger and much better than what’s behind that puny bulge.
"Now here, drink this and leave. It’s the last beer I’m serving you."
What Jason did not see was the bartender slip a capsule into the glass. It dissolved as the beer filled the glass and, since it was tasteless, he never knew it was there.
"Ah, c’mon honey," he said as he chug-a-lugged the beer and continued to rub his bulging crotch, "as you can see here, I’m real horny. Now wouldn’t you like to sit on this while I sit on my big Harley. I bet you’ve never done it on a bike before. But then," he continued, "you look like you’ve probably had it every way there is. And I like that babe. I like my pussy to be experienced. I’m so hot I could probably fill that glass with cum."
"Well, then you would have something else to drink," she said as she gave him a sly, all-knowing smile.
She walked out from behind the bar and went over to the table where she whispered into the ear of one of the women seated there.
Damn, Jason thought, she’s fixing me up with that hot pussy. She is hot . . . as fucking hot as that bitch barmaid . . . even hotter!
The woman to whom the barmaid spoke was dressed in all black leather—high-topped boots, the shortest low-rise shorts he had ever seen, and a bolero jacket held together by a four-inch-long chain.
Jason got an immediate hard-on as he looked at those perfect globes barely hidden from view.
That slut is dressed for hot action, Jason thought to himself. I’m gonna fuck that lucky bitch ’til she begs me to stop . . . ’til she literally can’t take any more of my giant piece of meat between my legs.
The leather-clad beauty rose from the table and walked toward the bar as the bartender returned to her place behind it. As she approached Jason she looked to the bartender and motioned to her to give him another beer . . . with a capsule, of course.
Jason smiled at the approaching beauty as he gulped down the beer. Hey, I gotta slow down, he thought to himself, I can’t believe it but I’m beginning to feel dizzy.
"Damn baby, you’re really a fucking looker. You put this bitch behind the bar to shame. And I love the way you’re dressed. In fact, you can see right here just how much I like your outfit," he said as he made an outline of his cock down his left leg. "Anyway, baby, let’s do it right here, right now. Then we’ll go for a ride on my bike and I’ll let you jack me off as we ride down the highway past the cars. I like to show this big thing off and they’ll all be envious of you getting to play with it.
"You are very disrespectful. How dare you speak to a lady like that! Have you no manners?"
"Baby, no lady I’ve ever seen dresses like this," he said pointing to her breasts. "But don’t get me wrong . . . I like it like this!" he said, reaching up to touch her breasts.
As his hand approached, she grabbed it in hers and squeezing it, said, "you really must learn your lesson....and how
to treat a lady! Whatever your name is. What is your name anyway?"
"Jason," he answered, feeling dizzier by the moment.
"Well the ‘son’ part is very appropriate, for you certainly act like a juvenile, a juvenile delinquent. Pathetic perverts like you never grow up. And if you had a brain you wouldn’t know what to do with it—you are only able to think with that thing between your legs. You disgust me ‘son’ . . . you’re such a loser."
How dare this bitch call him a loser. He was a successful business man and women fought to get in his pants. He would make her pay for that insult, he told himself.
"Don’t mess with me, little man. I get my way . . . and ‘my way’ does not include any part of your pathetic body."
The room seemed to be spinning to Jason as he listened to her tantalizing voice. What was happening to him? He had just had a few beers, this had never happened to him before.
"Listen to me, boy. My name is Lisa and a few years ago I met a healer here in Mexico and she taught me all about a special potion she had and how to use it. It was a potion that made men feel dizzy and then very open to suggestion. No man can resist a woman’s command after he has had some of the magic elixir."
Damn! So that was it . . . these c---- had drugged him, he thought to himself. What were they going to do, rob him?
But he was under the spell of the drug and had no choice but to continue listening.
Lisa then said, "when I saw the woman a second time and told her how successful my trials had been with the elixir she gave me a crystal. This crystal." She had taken a multi-faceted jewel from around and was now holding it in front of his eyes. She then showed me how to use spells and hypnosis to control men. When I returned home I used all my new-found knowledge on the boy next door. First I gave him some of the magic liquid so he would be totally in a suggestive stage and then I used my crystal to put him under. That’s him over there," she said as she pointed to the waiter serving drinks.
She called out his name, "sean!" and crooked her finger and the waiter immediately came over to her and stood at attention. "Say hello to Jason, sean. He will probably be taking a job like yours very soon," She said, with an evil smile playing across her face.
"Hello Jason," sean said, "nice to meet you."
Jason’s head was still spinning . . . faster . . . faster—what was happening to him?
Lisa continued smiling her evil smile as she thought about what was about to happen. She always enjoyed it so much when she got a new subject to control. It really put her in a joyful mood, having a new slave to serve her.
Lisa called out to the bartender, "Maria, would you come around here and show Jason how well sean listens to us. Show him how well he obeys his owners."
Maria came around the bar and walked up to sean. She took his nipples between her fingers and began to pinch and twist, harder and harder. Then she put her luscious lips to them and began nibbling. sean’s nipples became completely erect as obviously another part of his body did also.
"Do not move, sean," Lisa instructed.
"Yes Mistress Lisa. Whatever You say," sean answered.
"Okay, now Jason, I would like for you to take off your leather jacket and stand there next to sean."
Jason didn’t want to do what Lisa said and he also wondered what sean meant when he said "Mistress Lisa" but he found that he had no choice, he took off his jacket, dropped it to the floor and stood there bare chested. It wasn’t that he was shy about showing off his body, he had a great build, he just didn’t understand why he was following this woman’s orders! Lisa smiled as the formerly arrogant biker followed her orders. "Did you know that Maria slipped some of my magic potion into your last two beers jason? So now, biker boy, you are under our—My—control. I am going to change that chauvinist-pig attitude of yours, biker boy. I am going to show you how to treat women with respect.
"For the next week or so we will keep you here in the bar where you will obey and serve every woman who enters. You will wait on them and serve them because that is the right thing . . . the correct thing for a man to do.
ESPECIALLY A man like you! "Now that you are under the control of My potion I am going to put you totally under with My crystal. I will put you under a hypnotic spell and give you orders that you will continue to obey even after the magic elixir wears off."
Mistress Lisa held the crystal back in front of jason’s eyes. "Concentrate jason . . . concentrate . . . look at the beautiful crystal . . . look deeply into the sparkling orb and concentrate . . . concentrate on the crystal and listen to My voice . . . ."
She let the crystal swing slowly in front of jason’s eyes . . . back and forth . . . back and forth . . . back and forth . . .
"Concentrate jason . . . you hear only My voice . . . that is all that is real to you now . . . My voice . . . and My commands . . . they are yours to obey . . . you will obey Me, won’t you jason? . . . you will do as I say . . . and therefore I order you to do as any woman commands . . . if a woman . . . any woman . . . gives you an order . . . you will obey . . . you will obey, won’t you jason . . . tell Me you will obey . . . jason . . . you will obey . . . ."
There was no choice and he accepted it . . . he knew that he had to obey this woman. In his mind—his puny male mind—he wasn’t sure why but he just knew one thing he must obey! . . . Him! . . . hunky, macho Jason was now at the mercy of this woman.
"i will obey You. i will obey all women who command me. i am yours to command . . . "
"Mistress Lisa! you are to call Me Mistress Lisa, biker boy . . . ."
"Yes, Mistress Lisa. i will obey my Mistress Lisa . . . ."
"Now, jason, you are mine. your body belongs to Me. you are Mine to enjoy as I please."
Lisa looked around the bar to the other women who were watching in awe at her power and control. She smiled and motioned for them to come closer, to form a circle around the two slaves. She would show the women how men think only with their cocks . . . their brains seem incapable of any important thought.
"What would you like to do right now, jason?" She asked.
"I would like to fuck You, Mistress," he answered.
"Of course you would, jason. All men want to fuck Me but you can get that thought out of your measly mind right now because you are not worthy of Me, not yet anyway" she said wih a smirk.
" jason, I will tell you what you can do. Show us what a ‘big’ man you are. We ladies want to see which of you two lowly studs are the biggest prick! At this, all the sexy sirens began to laugh.
jason obediently pulled his cock out of his black leather pants and sean did the same!
"Well it is obvious that you jason are the bigger prick and therefore you win! you shall be My slut-slave!"
All of the beauties applauded and laughed as they hooted and hollered cat calls directed at jason (whom they now called jessica!) "Now boys, don't you feel foolish, embarrassed and sufficiently degraded?" Mistress Lisa said with a sneer. Both males nodded their head yes as their faces turned beet red.
"slaveboy jason follow Me into the back room. Since you enjoy slutty, sexy outfits sooo much I have one for you to wear especially.............for us!" jason felt his cock throb and bob in anticipation of what might happen next! he could envision so many erotic and nasty fantasies and he could not stop himself from feeling a deep desire and
hunger to live out all and any fantasies that these luscious ladies commanded of him. he wondered (but just for a moment) if it was the drugs or his own internal cravings that made him feel so horny and so naughty and sooo eager to be used as a sex-slave.
To be continued..............