All credit goes to "Orca" Ride by Orca I met Grace while I was mountain biking on Mount Tam. We'd both arrived at the top of the hill around sunset and I was taken with her from the first time I saw her. She was taller than I was with broad shoulders and a body that was to die for. Her long, flowing red hair framed her beautiful face in a way that would have made most models cry. I was trying to think of a way to introduce myself to her when she came over to me. "Nice tattoo," she said, pointing to the one on my left arm. That was all it took. Once the ice had been broken, we spent the next half an hour talking and watching the sun set. I hadn't come out here to scope women today, but things seemed to be working out well with her. Just before we took off for the bottom of the hill, she gave me her number and told me to call her. The following week, I did just that. We both had pretty busy schedules, so meeting during the week wasn't possible. She suggested that we go on a mountain bike ride in Santa Cruz on Sunday morning. Sounded great to me. From that time on, I had visions of her amazing body riding beside me while we went up and down the Santa Cruz mountains. When Sunday morning came, I called her and asked where she wanted to meet. She told me to ride over to her place and that she would drive. She didn't live far, so it didn't take me long to get there. When I did, she told me that she wanted to get some coffee and a Danish before we took off. The coffee that she got came in the Marsha Clark Super-size that would have powered an Amtrack train from here to Salt Lake City. Not only did she have a Danish with it, but an apple and a banana, too. We got onto the road and took off for Santa Cruz. On the way down, we talked about our respective biking experiences. She had taken off on a trip down to South America, riding through Columbia and Argentina by herself. I was suitably impressed, but was no slouch, either. After all, I had ridden the Marin Headlands and Mount Tam a number of times, as well as some of the hills in Lake Tahoe. I thought we would be pretty evenly matched. When we got to the trailhead in Santa Cruz, she parked the car and we got ready for the ride. She looked so hot in her riding shorts, tights, sport top, and short, clip-on riding shoes. She also had a light backpack with her, which I assumed held some water, a few snacks, and a towel, as mine did. I was just about ready to take off when she came up to me. "This trail goes straight to the top of this mountain. It's about five miles long, and there are no turn-offs." "Sounds good," I replied. "Want to make a bet on who gets there first?" "What do I win," I asked. "Let's make it interesting. Loser is the slave to the winner for the rest of the day." Sounded great to me. "You'll do anything I say, huh?" She nodded. "And you'll do whatever I say." "You'll have to beat me to the top, first," I said, turning my bike to the beginning of the climb. "See you there," she said. The first few legs of the trip were no sweat. The incline wasn't nearly as steep as I had expected, so I was flying up the hill. From the beginning, Grace was behind me and she kept getting further and further back. At one point in time, I was on a straight section about a hundred yards long and when I turned off of it, she was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't wait to see her on her knees in front of me after I had won the bet. Not long after the straightaway, the incline of the hill took a nasty increase. I was switching into my lower gears to compensate, but it was tough. I focused on my breathing and gave it my all. A few minutes after beginning this grueling new angle, I heard someone behind me and was astonished to see Grace about fifty feet behind me and gaining fast. I leaned into the bike and gave it everything I had so that I could put some distance between us. Gears changed, muscles strained, and sweat poured off of my forehead. About a minute later, I turned to look behind me, but never got to look beyond my rear wheel. She was right on top of me and pulling away. I tried to summon more energy from my legs, but I was running at maximum. "See you at the top, slave-boy," she said with a smirk as she passed me. She pulled way faster than I would have thought possible. Apparently, her South American ride had prepared her well for hills like this one. All I could hope for is that her energy would fail her sometime before the top of the hill, which we were three-quarters of the way up. I continued to pour myself into the ride, but she continued to pull away, until I could no longer see her. By the time I got to the top, she had her helmet off, her water out, and her feet stretched out in front of her. "Took you long enough," she said. "I hope you're ready to serve me." "Can I at least get some water first?" "Sure. You're going to need it. But first, take off all of your clothes." So this was losing? A gorgeous girl orders me to strip while she watches me? And I had thought losing was supposed to be bad. I removed my shorts and shirt first, throwing them into a heap a few feet away. Next came the riding shoes and socks. When I was naked, I got out my water bottle and took some long slugs. While I drank, Grace came over to me with her backpack in hand. "That's enough. Put it down and then put your hands behind your back." "You're not going to hurt me, are you," I said, placing the bottle on the ground. "Shut up. You speak when I tell you to." I felt her put the cuffs on my hands, closing them tightly around my wrists. When she was done with that, she cuffed my ankles together. "Now, slave, you will do exactly as you're told, or else you will suffer. Do you understand?" "Sure, but what--" she cut me off with the back of her hand, which sent me reeling to the ground. She leaped on me and sat on my chest. "I told you! You speak only when I tell you to!" A strong slap across the face reinforced the point. "Now, you weak pathetic male, you will serve me, just as you should." She stood up over me and put her right foot on my chest. The toe of her shoe traced a path from my upper chest to my lips. "Kiss it." "This isn't what I was--" my sentence was halted by her foot kicking me in the balls, hard enough to make me nearly pass out. Once again, she swooped down on to me, this time with her face a few inches from mine, and her hand wrenching my balls. "You will learn," she growled. I screamed as she crushed my testicles in her grip. Her other hand covered my mouth while she continued to inflict agony on me. All at once, she stood up and got in front of me. The last thing I remember seeing at that point was the heel of her foot as it came down onto my balls. After that, I blacked out. There was something wet in my face when I came to. As my eyes regained their focus, I made out Grace's form over top of me. She was squirting a water bottle into my face, and saying "Wake up!" When I was fully conscious, she threw the bottle aside and put her foot back into my face. "Now, kiss it." Without hesitation, I put my lips to the toe of her riding shoe. "Again. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop." I couldn't believe that I was doing this but couldn't handle the overwhelming pain of another attack on my crotch. My lips worked around the tip of her shoe, and under the sole, as she ran it over my mouth. "Very good, slave. You're beginning to learn your place." She sat on the ground next to me and took off her shoes. Resting on her hands and lifting her butt off of the ground and onto my stomach, she placed her tights-covered feet in my face. Her damp, musky soles covered my mouth and nose. She rubbed my nose in them while telling me, "Sniff them. Put your nose between my toes and smell them. I want to hear you inhale from here." My nose found the groove between her toes and sole and dutifully inserted itself. I took deep breaths, each time taking in more and more of her smelly tights. She continued to rub each of her soles over my nostrils, but slower this time, making sure that I got a good sample of the scent. "Do you like the way they smell, slave?" I murmured through the nylon that I did. "I hope so. This is the third ride that I've worn these on. They should be nice and foul for you." After a while, she shifted her weight higher up onto my chest and placed her soles against my mouth. "Now clean them, wimp. I want to feel your tongue all over the bottom of my feet and toes, sucking these tights nice and clean." My tongue moved with a mind of its own, leaping out of my mouth and against the dark fabric in front of my face. I could taste the leather of her riding shoe as I lapped eagerly at both of her feet. She pried her toes into my mouth and I did my best to suck and caress each of them with my lips and tongue. When Grace was satisfied with my foot cleaning, she stood up over me with her feet on either side of my head. She took off her bike shorts and top, leaving only her tights on. I found myself staring straight up into her crotch. Even with her tights on, I could see that she had a thick bush. There was also a dark spot around the area of her crotch, which fanned out from between her pussy lips and spread to the top of her thighs. I could even make out some white juice at the center of the spot. "Now, my little captive," she said as she squatted down onto my face, "you will assume another of your rightful places." And with that, I was totally engulfed in her crotch. Her smell was strong and her already flowing juices smeared against my nose and mouth as she wiped her pussy from side to side across my face. One of her hands grabbed me by the hair and held my face tightly against her cunt. "I want you to know all of my smells, slave. Now sniff my pussy like the little lapdog that you are." There was little else I could do. She had me smothered between her legs, and there was no other air to breath than that which came from her cleft. As I had done with her feet, I inhaled deeply, becoming more and more familiar with her particular scent. With each breath I took, more and more of her juice leaked out of her and onto my upper lip. Soon, there was a steady trickle of it running down my cheek. "Do you smell that, slave? That's the smell of superiority. That's the smell of supremacy. Smells good, doesn't it?" I moaned in agreement. It did smell good. In fact, it smelled better than good -- it smelled fantastic. "Do you feel my juices on your face, boy? I want to feel that slave tongue of yours licking them off of my crotch. Clean me good, boy!" She lifted up slightly, but kept her grip on my hair. My tongue had enough room make its way out and against the soaked cotton crotch of her tights. I eagerly licked her slimy goo from between her legs, swallowing load after load of it as quickly as I could. Her pussy contracted with each lap I took, and each contraction caused more of her juice to seep into her crotch. I could see that this was going to be quite a challenge. Grace had started to hump herself against my face when she suddenly stopped and stood up. "You're doing well, slaveboy. Let's hope you can keep up the good work. Just remember, " she said as she stomped on my balls again, "what happens if you don't." I wreathed in agony on the ground while she peeled her tights off. She then took them and smeared them all over my face and body. "Yeah, when I'm done with you, boy, you'll smell just like me. Anyone downwind of you will know what you did today." She threw the tights in the pile with her other clothes, and resumed her face-straddling stance over me. Lowering herself, she said to me, "Time to make momma cum. And when I do, you will lick me clean, boy!" Her sopping cunt parked itself squarely on my waiting mouth. Once again, my head was held captive by her hand and thighs while my tongue worked to please her. I could now see her pussy pulsing with each stroke of my tongue, and I could also see her juices flow out of her. She put out more cunt cream than any other woman I had ever gone down on. Grace didn't get wet--she gushed. Trying to keep up with the output of her dripping slot gave me a natural rhythm to follow, and soon, Grace was humping herself against my face and shouting things like, "Yeah, boy, suck that pussy," and "Suck it, bitch. That's right, suck it real good, now!" Every few strokes, I would also take a shot at her clit, which was a good half-inch long and about three-quarters of an inch around. It poked out of her like a tiny cock that demanded my attention. Whenever I would jab at it, she would grunt and shove herself down on my face even harder. Never in my life had my face been ridden like this. She got more and more soaked as she got closer to cumming, and when she finally did cum , it was something I will never forget. All at once, she clamped the sides of my head between her legs, mashed her cunt down onto my face, and said, "Here it comes boy! Now you suck it all up!" Just then, she groaned loudly and her first spasm let loose with a flood that washed over my face and into my nostrils, causing me to cough and gasp for air. I did my best to lick up all of her juices while doing my best to breathe. Her second contraction let loose just as much cum as her first did, and again, my face was soaked with her cum. Right before her third spasm, she told me to, "Put your mouth on my cunt. I'm going to cum in your mouth." I did as I was told, and a moment later, a jet of her cum shot out and filled my mouth with her cream. "Swallow," she barked. I swallowed her load and instinctively opened my mouth again. "That's right, boy, here comes another one!" Again, she filled my mouth, and again, I swallowed. She lifted off of my face for the fifth spurt, once again shooting her juices all over my face while screaming, "Yeah! That's what a boy's face should look like! Feel good, bitch? Suck me some more--clean me up!" Her pussy dropped onto my face and I lapped and sucked up all of the come and juice from around her lips. But, just as when she had her tights on, the more I licked, the more soaked she got. While I did my best to satisfy her hungry hole, she reached back and squeezed my rock-hard cock. "Yeah, you like this, don't ya', boy? I've got something else for you." Her pussy made a wet, sucking sound as it left my face. Sweet air filled my nostrils for the first time in what felt like forever. Before I could regain my senses, she had impaled herself on my raging hard-on, and was riding it just as intently as she had my face. With her oozing slit clamped around me, I knew that I would not last long. I pumped up into her as best I could, but with my hands and feet bound, there was little I could really do. She was in full control, determining how hard and fast she took each stroke. I was little more than the base of the toy that was pleasing her at the moment. Each time she came down on my cock, a deep grunt left her lips. After several minutes, she threw her hands down on either side of my head and put her face to mine. "Feel good, pussy boy? I'll bet it does. Cum for me now!" With that, she began to frantically hump herself against my cock, which was preparing to explode at any second. "I said NOW!" And as she came down on that thrust, I came. My jism shot out of me harder than it had in recent memory, and I swear that I came more than I ever had. As I laid there, exhausted from all of this vigorous activity, Grace got up off of my chest and again straddled my face. "Time to clean me, boy! Suck me nice and clean." My tongue slid across her pussy lips and tasted the mix of her juices and mine. I had never tasted my own cum, or any other man's for that matter, and the fact that I was eating it out of her only served to make me feel more humiliated and subjugated. Still, I sucked and sucked until there was no trace of my jizz in her. Satisfied, she rolled off of my face and stood up. Looking down at me, she said, "So far, you've been a good boy, but you have a long way to go. I'm not nearly done with you yet." She walked over to her backpack, and I tried to think of what she could possibly do next. My question was answered when I saw her pull a huge, strap-on dildo and tube of lubricant out of the bag. "Yeah, boy, I'm gonna ride you like a little bitch, " she said menacingly as she stepped into the straps and secured the snaps into place. "Gonna be my good little cunt, boy?" "Please don't do this," I begged. "Please!" She knelt down next to me and flipped me onto my stomach. "You have to learn your place, boy, which is wherever a woman wants you! And right now, I want you under me with my cock in you." I wriggled helplessly as she lubed up my hole with her fingers, laughing as I groaned against each invasion. "This is nothing, cunt. Wait 'till you feel me inside you. I'm gonna make you scream." I could hear her lubing up her cock, and I knew that she would take me at any time. She slipped off of me and pulled me up by the waist. "Get back here, bitch. Hips up, face down in the grass, where it should be." I struggled and got myself into the position that she wanted. "Yeah, that's it. I want to see that little pussy up close." The tip of her cock pressed up against the tight ring of my asshole, and I steeled myself for the impending violation. "This is gonna hurt, boy," she said menacingly. Her hand cupped over my mouth and clamped down tightly. My brain exploded as she shoved the entire length of her cock into me at once. Even muffled as it was, I was sure that my scream must have carried at least a hundred yards. When she was buried all the way inside of me, she leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Was that good for you, too?" Tears streamed down my face as I felt the cock being withdrawn from my ass. Her second stroke was just as hard as the first, and again, I screamed out. The third was much the same, as was the fourth. It wasn't until the fifth or sixth thrust that I began to quiet down and accept her demanding penetrations. She took her hand off of my mouth and said, "Good, little bitch. Now I want to hear you moan while I give it to you." She grabbed me by the hips and shoved herself into me again and again and again With each thrust, I moaned louder and louder. She was taking me again and again, forcing me to give myself to her and there was nothing I could do about it. I was being completely subjugated by her and used for her pleasure. At some point, I totally gave in and stopped resisting. After that, I met each of her thrusts by thrusting back against her and taking her cock the way that so many girls had taken mine. She rode on and on, reaming my hole with a vigor that was unmatched by any man I had ever seen in a porn video. She moaned and grunted as she rode, and her sounds intimated that she was intensely enjoying her ride. Her rhythm changed periodically, and after several changes, she began to pick up speed. It felt like she was riding me to her own orgasm. A few seconds later, she buried herself inside of me and screamed at the top of her lungs. She kept her cock inside of me while she collapsed on top of my back, sweaty and exhausted. She got up a few moments later, slowly pulling her well-used cock out of me. "That was so good," she said, removing the dildo from her. She came over to me and rolled me over onto my back. "Time to clean me up again, boy." She squatted down over my face, and as she did, I could see the glistening juices of her orgasm. Again, I sucked and licked her until the thicker of her two juices was cleaned away from her hole and lips. Just as I finished, she grabbed me by the hair and looked down at me. "Now it's time for your final submission. Remember that coffee this morning? Well, between that and the water I had on the ride up, I have to piss quite a bit. And you're going to be my toilet, aren't you, boy?" "Yes. I'll do whatever you want." "I know you will. First, though, I'm going to piss all over you and your pile of clothes. I want everyone to be able to smell what you did for me up here. When I'm done with that, I'm going to come over here and use your mouth as my own private toilet. Understand?" "Yes." "Good boy." She stood up a bit, in a half-crouch over top of me. A few drops of her piss began to trickle out of her and run down my chest. Then, all at once, a torrent of her urine shot out of her and all over my face. I opened my mouth and took some inside, swallowing it as I did. The stream of piss moved down my body, soaking my chest and legs, then moved back up again before stopping. Grace then got up and walked over to my clothes. Then, as she smirked at me, she began to piss again, this time all over my shorts, shirt, socks, and shoes. She even pissed on my backpack and bike. When she was done, she came back over and squatted over my face. "There, now that I've marked you as my property, I want you to drink from me." She pushed her pussy over my mouth and I locked my lips around her piss hole. This time, a steady stream of piss filled my mouth with her golden juice. It was bitter and salty, and I nearly wretched from gulping it all down. I did manage to catch all of her load, though, without even so much as a drop leaking out. When the flow stopped, I licked the last of the drops from her lips, so that she was nice and clean. "Good little slave! Now, there is one last task I require of you. It will prove your total submission to me." She turned around and put her ass in my face, so that her asshole was directly over my mouth. "Suck it, boy." I licked around the ring of her tight hole before sticking my tongue in. When my tongue was about halfway into her, I felt something firm against it and it was sliding toward my mouth. All at once, I realized that she was going to shit in my mouth. I struggled and bucked in defiance, but her hand came swiftly down on my balls and the agony of her crushing grip was once again upon me. It only took a few seconds for me to stop struggling and accept my fate. She was absolutely right: this was total submission. I stuck my tongue back into her hole and felt the lump of shit getting very close to the opening. It continued to slide back until it pushed my tongue out and started to protrude from her asshole. I opened my mouth and prepared to take my first taste of shit. Her turd was thick and I had to stretch my mouth to get it all the way in. When there was about three inches of it in my mouth, it stopped coming back. "Bite it," she said. I overcame my weak stomach and bit into the thick log, its foul taste coating my tastebuds. I bit all the way through it and closed my mouth around it. "Now eat it, toilet slave!" My stomach wretched and threatened to revolt as I began to chew up her chunky turd. With each grinding chew, I fought back the urge to vomit. Instead, I swallowed as much as I could, as quickly as I could. But even after that piece was gone, the horrible taste of her excrement lingered on my tongue and shit-caked teeth. "Open wide, boy! Here's some more!" I opened my mouth again to receive a second taste. The next half of the first turd slithered out first, plopping into my mouth and resting against the back of my throat. Just behind it, another sizable log was making its way out and filling the space left in my mouth. I struggled a little bit to let her know I was running out of room to take her shit, but she only shoved her hole down harder against my mouth and said, "I know, boy. I'm filling your mouth to the top. You bite it of when you're there." As her turd came closer to closing the gap near my teeth, I bit into it and shut my mouth. Grace got off of me and walked over to my clothes and backpack. "Since you can't take it all now, I'll just send you home with some, Fair enough?" She squatted down over my folded shirt and I watched helplessly as she shit all over it and my pants. After doing that, she went over to my backpack and dropped two logs in there, as well. When she had emptied herself, she picked up my riding shoes and smeared the shit all over my shirt and shorts with them. Then she picked up my shirt and wiped my bike down with it, leaving heavy streaks of her filthy waste all over the frame. "Sucks to lose, doesn't it," she said as she dropped the shirt and reached into her bag. She pulled out a roll of duct tape and came back over to me. Ripping off a six or seven inch piece, she covered my mouth with it. Three more strips were added to it and my mouth was sealed shut. When she was done, she rolled me over onto my stomach again and put her dildo back on. "I've always wanted to do this," she said as she mounted me. "Now, little boy, you will eat all of the gift that's in your mouth while I fuck you. And think about where you are and what's happening to you while you do it." And with that, she once again buried her cock inside of me with a single stroke. Again, I screamed out, but with my mouth filled and taped shut, there was almost no sound. While she rode harder and harder, I chewed and swallowed more and more. The gagging wasn't as sever this time, as my mind was growing more accustomed to eating what I would normally flush. I began to think about what had happened here today, and the fact that this woman had so totally dominated, humiliated, and subjugated me as no one had ever done before. And yet, the entire experience was so exciting that I hoped she would do it again and again. Such were my thoughts when I felt her pace pick up to the familiar rhythm that heralded the arrival of her orgasm. As she had before, she thrust herself deep into me when she screamed in ecstasy. This time, though, she quickly pulled her cock out of me, flipped me over onto my back, and ripped the tape off of my mouth. "Open wide, slave. I want to see how well you did." I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and she inspected her new toilet bowl. "Very good, slave. Now, I'll give you something to wash it down with." This time, I knew what to do as she lowered her cum-covered cunt down onto my face. I sealed my lips around her piss slot just as she began to let her flow loose. Her piss tasted different this time, possibly because I had just consumed the entire contents of her lower bowels, but for whatever the reason, it tasted sweeter this time. And that sweet taste only made me swallow much more eagerly. When she was done pissing, Grace lifted herself above me just a bit and settled into the position that told me it was time to clean her pussy. With lots of enthusiasm, I slurped up the thick goo that coated her lips and groin, lovingly swallowing each glob. Satisfied with my work, Grace got off of my face and stood beside my head, looking down at me. "Now, boy, you have seen your place in my world." She rolled me over and unlocked the cuffs from my wrists and ankles. For the first time in over an hour, I stood up. I was returned to the ground by a heavy kick to my stomach, which dropped me immediately. "I did not give you permission to rise! If you wish to stand, then you must ask." When I had recovered enough of my wind to say something, it was, "Please, Grace, may I stand?" "You shall call me 'Lady Grace" from this time forward, and yes, you may." "Thank you, Lady Grace," I said as I extended my knees rose up. "Now, put your shitty clothes on, get your piss-and-shit-stained pack on, and get on your ass-wipe bicycle." I went over to my clothes and began to put them on. They were still wet, and extremely rank from her use of them. The piss and shit on them caused both my shorts and shirt to stick to my skin, too. I smelled so badly that there would be no mistaking what had happened to me if we ran across any other riders or hikers. "We're going back down this hill," she said. "If anyone asks you what happened to you, you will only say, 'I served the supreme gender,' and I will do any other talking. Also, I have brought a towel and some soap so that you may clean up when we get to the beach. Unfortunately, I did not bring a change of clothes for you, so you will be riding home naked." She turned to me just as we began to roll down the incline and said, "And tonight, you will serve me again, slave. In fact, you will sever me from this time on, do you understand?" "Yes, Lady Grace." "Good boy. Now let's go home."