Payback's a Bitch

"Fuck you, you pussy ass dykes!"

Yeah the bikes were close to the curb but they had a green light and were in the road, and we were stood right by the edge. Why would Simon shout that? Oh yeah, I almost forgot, he was a bit of a dick!

"Dude you can't shout shit like that at a bunch of bikers, you're going to get yourself into a whole heap of trouble!"

"They're just just a bunch of chicks out playing at being tough, Rich" Simon scoffed, "Didn't you see their patches?" He pointed at the last biker who'd paused on the other side of the road. "They're the Widows of Dionysus, a bunch of lesbian bikers. What are a bunch of girls going to do, beat me up?"

"I've heard rumors about those bitches, man" Rich said. He'd heard some scary things about people who messed with that gang and didn't want to find out for himself how true they really were....or weren't. 

"They don't even let men into their gang. I'm not scared of a bunch of women.....now if they had some dudes around, I might watch myself then" Simon was a big guy and he could handle himself, but I'd heard the rumors "I bet they started those stories themselves to scare off pussies like you!" he said, punching me on my arm.

"You're such an asshole Si, mark my words, that mouth is going to get us into trouble one of these days"

"If it does, I can always look after myself, but not today, look Rich" he pointed down the street, raising his eyebrows, to where the last biker was pulling away "see those biker bitches are gone now, their tails firmly tucked between their legs. Now, come on, I need a beer"

The rest of the night passed fairly uneventfully, well for a night with Si. In fact overall it was a good night. Sure Si could be a dick but he was fun to hang out with and he was one of Rich's few friends. 

Finally it was time to head home, so after saying his usual "fuck off loser" to Simon he started his short walk home.

Rich traveled his usual route home which took in the creepy, graffitied underpass.

Sure, he could have taken the other route instead but that would have added another 10 minutes to his walk, so a combination of laziness and fatigue made his mind up for him. Rich just wanted to get home to bed.

As he entered the tunnel he thought he heard the clip-clop sound of a pair of heels behind him....probably just some chick coming home after a night out.

Most women normally avoided this route for obvious reasons but a few braved it for just the same reason he was here, convenience. 

Rich continued walking and heard the heels getting louder like they were getting closer. Strangely they didn't sound like they were moving any faster though. Must just be the tunnel's weird acoustics. His imagination started to make up all sorts of weird stories and he felt the hairs on his arms raise in goosebumps. Rich quickened his pace, albeit barely noticeably. He could feel his heart rate increasing, still he heard the heels getting louder, despite still not sounding like they were moving any faster. It was almost like the woman was now only 20 feet behind him now and closing. 

He tried to surreptitiously glance back, hoping to catch a glimpse of this woman and put his mind at rest. He saw nothing. Turning his attention back to the tunnel in front he thought he caught good a flash of black in his periphery.

Rich was genuinely starting to get spooked now, his walking slowly turning into a trot. It was only a couple of hundred yards to the exit. Then he heard nothing. The sound of the heels had ceased.

Reassured by the silence Rich finally spun around and looked back into the tunnel and saw, nothing at all.  There was no one there. He let out a huge sigh of relief. Fuck his mind had been playing tricks on him, he shouldn't have had that fifth beer. "Fuck you Si" he shouted into the tunnel smiling "and fuck you bitches of Dionysus!" and he spun back around...

"Bitches?", a voice erupted  angrily from a figure that appeared in front of him. It was dressed in a black leather cowl jacket, "I'll show you what a real bitch is, you waste of organs!"

The sudden shock of the noise hit Rich like a wave. He felt his whole body tingling and a screaming sensation spread throughout his whole nervous system. The tingling was accompanied by an overwhelming ringing in his ears. 

The dark hooded woman barred his way forwards out of the tunnel. Fucking Simon, the Widows must have heard him and thought it was me.

"It wasn't me okay", he backed up holding his hands up in a submissive posture, "it was my asshole friend who shouted that shit at you guys" He made a dash to try and escape, he tried pushing past the now silent figure barring his way. "I'm just trying to get home, get out of my way." The figure was surprisingly strong and wouldn't budge a single inch.

"Come on" Rich pleaded, as a hint of desperation entered his voice, "get the fuck out of my way, you...you stupid bitch! It wasn't me alright, it was Simon", his desperation was tangible, "please, I fucking told you already!"

He tried to push past the figure again but to no avail, the hooded figure was like a brick wall. 

"You keep calling me that name Rich. I don't think you understand what that name truly means. Let me show you a real bitch...."

How did she know his name, this was crazy, he had to get away. In a frenzy he pushed against the figure one more time. This push more from desperation than belief. As he pushed he stumbled forward, almost falling, as the hooded figure seemed to turn into smoke and dissipate around him. 

Rich rubbed his head in disbelief "What the fuck...", he felt disoriented, "... that wasn't possible", he breathed and started to walk again. "Simon must have slipped something into my last drink that bastard". Feeling relieved but very disturbed and angry by what had happened he put his head down and walked briskly towards the exit and his salvation.

Just a few yards further along he again heard the clip-clopping of heels. This time though they were in perfect time with his own steps.

Behind him he heard a gentle laughing on the wind and what sounded like a name he couldn't quite make out.

As he continued walking his muscles began to tighten and his clothes stared to change with every new step.

His jeans and shoes changed color becoming darker and tighter until they were a pair of shiny black platform heels and skin tight black leather biker pants. In turn his body distorted to fit the new clothes forming on him. His gait changed from a tired semi drunk walk into a confident stride, every step a perfect heel to toe placement. The change spread into his shirt as it too changed color and became a white tank top covered by a black padded, tailored, leather motorcycle jacket. His stomach went in an instant from being the soft shapeless product of a lifestyle of beer and inactivity into one of lean hard muscle and washboard abs, normally the product of hours of  targeted, intensive, exercise, 

His arms changed too. Inside the constrictive embrace of the new sleek jacket, they became thinner and toned with tight sinewy muscle. His hands forming into strong and elegant tools with black, glossy, talon-like nails.

The newly created jacket continued it's work reshaping the now slender body it hung on. Still unnoticed by Rich two full firm breasts pushed out against the embrace of the new tough figure hugging jacket. His newly formed nipples grew hard and pushed erect against the tank top that now embraced them. Rich felt his breathing and pulse became steadier, more measured.

"Wow, that scare really sobered me up" he thought, his hand gripping the helmet instinctively that had appeared out of thin air in his hand. He stepped out into the open air and his freedom

Now exiting the tunnel he turned one more time as an act of bravado, he wasn't scared of those women, he wasn't scared of the tunnel, he was....he was, and then he saw it. He must have missed it in his rush to escape the tunnel.

There was a sleek powerful bike sitting on it's kick stand, it looked like it was awaiting it's rider. He hesitated, he was free, he could do anything he chose. The moment seemed to draw out, entranced he stepped back into the tunnel's entrance. 

Immediately he started walking purposely towards the powerful looking machine. Still he heard the insistent clip-clop of heels matching his steps, the sound no longer scared him. He found it's familiarity comforting, in fact it even excited him a little. The rider of this machine, what a woman she must be. She'd be strong, bold, dominant, someone to be admired even feared, maybe he should wait to meet her properly.

As he walked around the bike he ran his nails along the fuel tank and the seat moaning in pleasure at the thought of the valkyrie that must own it.

"Must belong to that woman from back in the tunnel. Just sat here waiting for her." He looked at the bike with undisguised jealousy. "What a wicked bike, only a real goddess would ride a bike that looked like this", he thought as leather tendrils stretched out from his jacket and wrapped around his hands forming sleek black gloves. 

Rich's changes continued unabated and started to creep into his head, his neck slimmed and lengthened. His adam's apple smoothed out into a sleek strong feminine line. His hair grew long and straight, until it reached the small of his back, it's colour turning black as his face too started to alter. His jawline  softened into a round softer shape, his cheeks rose and his nose became smaller, thinner, and slightly upturned.

"Oh how it would divine to have something like this between my legs. To own the road, to be free of any inhibitions" 

His lips grew more pronounced as they became covered in a dark red lipstick. Swinging his leg over the bike he instinctively pulled the key from his jacket pocket and placed it in to the ignition and turned.

As he revved the engine, the vibration of the engine traveled up through his groin. His cock receded quickly until it had disappeared inside him forming a tight, beautiful pussy, that started spasming making her new piercing blue eyes roll back into her head in ecstasy. "Dionysus I fucking love this", her screams and the bike's engine echoed together in the tunnel sounding like a lewd mechanical opera. 

She donned her helmet. It always felt so perfect to her when her bike roared beneath her. The safe tight cocoon of her helmet and leathers seemed to intensify the feeling. She never wore any underwear when she rode her bike. She was infatuated with the feeling of her juices lubricating the connection between her pussy and her form fitting leather pants.

She could already feel her pussy's engorged lips growing hungrier with every low throaty vibration.  She couldn't wait to get her beast out on to the open road and really satisfy her needs. 

She craved the feel of the wind pushing against her body, every rev soaring up into her beautiful sculpted body through her perfect pussy. Every corner was a rush of adrenaline, every overtake a moment of exultation to her new God. 

Roaring away with a squeal of rubber she knew she had to complete the final part of the Widow's initiation.

The first part was complete now that she'd seen to that asshole's weak pathetic friend. She now only needed to take a woman as her ride or die and take them back to the compound. Where she'd finally become a full member of the Widow's with all the benefits that would bestow upon her. 

An evil smirk formed on Rosie's sexy face as she realised she had the perfect idea of just where she might find her perfect bitch!