This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so please don't make any money from it. I welcome and read all e-mail. At shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out /~ShonRichards/ "Speed Fucker" By Shon Richards Gunfire rippled on the road beside Bethany Taylor. The blonde swerved to the left on the experimental Mark VI motorcycle and hit the accelerator. Support guards emerged from the sides to clamp onto her ankles as the digital odometer went into triple digits. Bethany leaned down into the cycle and read the holographic readings that were being feed into her helmet. "I have got to own one of these," Bethany said as she raced into the night. Behind her, the helicopter was getting into position for another shot. Bethany knew they would be persistent and she wished she wasn't out of surface-to-air missiles. Those bastards at Paragon Industries were being sore losers again. They were always chasing after something. Bethany's employers, Diligent Enterprises, had sent her on courier duty to transport a stolen stock market projection. Insider trading is something you just can't send Federal Express. It had been a long week of dodging trucks, helicopters and even bizarre trap involving a deer crossing. This whole trip might not be worth the robotic puppy she had planned to buy. The only thing that made the week bearable was the nice motorcycle she got to field test. The Mark VI had more gadgets and weapons than a Japanese tourist did. Bethany gave a voice command to activate the ultraviolet option on her helmet. The road lit up before her in a purple glow and Bethany swerved to head down a dirt road. The helicopter speed down the highway behind her, obviously wondering where Bethany had gone. "Since I'm out of weapons, I hope that worked," Bethany sighed. "If not, I'm going to be fucked." "Initiating Fucked Sequence," a voice inside her helmet responded. ~~~ "We're fucked!" Amy Valentine screamed as she kicked the floor of the helicopter. She tugged on her braid of long brown hair until the pain soothed her. The pilot said nothing, which was a good idea. Amy was pissed. Ever since Bethany stole the stock market projection, Paragon Enterprises had been riding Amy's ass to get it back. How could Bethany elude her for this long? The blonde bimbo wasn't THAT good. "Ma'am, I've got a fast moving object on radar, and it's on a side road," the pilot reported. "There she goes! There's the speed racer. She's a demon on wheels!" "Where are the controls for the new laser?" Amy asked. "Paragon just needs the information to be silenced, they don't need it back." ~~~ "Greetings Bethany, this is Terrance and Quentin," the voice in her helmet said. "What are you two losers up to?" Bethany snapped. She knew they were the designers of this awesome bike, but they were also two senior citizen geeks with the sex drives of teenagers. Now that she thought about it, they had the same body odor problems of teens too. Bethany had lost count of the number of times she had turned them down for dates, dinner and out right groping. "Ah, this is a recording," Terrance said in her helmet. "The Mark VI's AI has determined that you activated the more, hedonistic options of the motorcycle. Quite frankly, we doubt you'll ever hear this message but twins can dream, can't they?" "Twins can go fuck themselves," Bethany cursed. She turned off the dirt road and onto a paved road that led into a small town. Maybe if she stayed off the highways she wouldn't be found again. As she zipped past the only traffic light in town, Bethany felt her seat vibrate. "Buddha's Ass!" Bethany swore. The bike was such a smooth ride normally that the vibrations were especially noticeable. It wasn't the entire seat vibrating, just a small section directly against her sex. Leaning forward like she was, the vibrations were striking right against her clitoris. Bethany tried to lean back but the vibrations shifted with her until it was stimulating against the bottom of her nether lips. "As you can see, the seat was designed for your unique dimensions," Quentin said in her helmet. "If you lean forward, heat seeking targeting will focus the vibrations for direct clitoral stimulation." ZAP! A mailbox exploded beside Bethany. Her holographic display alerted her to the presence of the helicopter. "Damn it, turn the seat off!" Bethany screamed. "I'm being shot at here!" "Sorry, but the Mark VI will not deactivate its Fucking Mode until it detects an orgasm," Terrance said calmly. "Don't think about faking one either, you wouldn't believe how sensitive and intelligent the sensors are." ZAP! Mr. Peter's Grocery Store lost its front window as Bethany swerved to dodge. The act of leaning sideways to swerve pressed her crotch tight to the vibrating seat. Her right thigh quivered as it felt the senous vibrations. "Your heart rate is increasing which means you are enjoying it," the voice of Terrance reported. "The Mark VI will now initiate the ultrasonic fingers." Bethany tensed as she felt the unmistakable touch of fingers on both of her nipples. She looked down reflexively but her leather jacket was still zipped up. The blonde snapped her head back up to steer desperately to the left as another laser blast took out a fire hydrant. "Impressive, isn't it?" the voice of Quentin gloated. "By using concentrated sound waves, we can actually create a tactile experience. In middle-management terms, the sound waves can simulate any sort of touch, even through clothing. Because we have admired your assets for so long, we were able to aim the sound waves perfectly at your superb breasts." "I am going to kill you guys," Bethany swore as she rode out of the devastated small town. The fingers were dead on target with her nipples and despite her anger, she could feel her nubs hardening with desire. "We can move circular," Quentin said and he was right, the sound waves rolled around her areola in a tight sensual circle. "We can flick left to right," Quentin continued and Bethany moaned as the fingers flicked over her nipples. Even when she shuddered, the targeted sound waves kept on her nipples. "And we can even pinch," Quentin's recorded voice said a bit excitedly. Bethany cried out as her nipples were squeezed ever so briefly. "Damn it," Bethany cursed as she realized she was moving her hips to grind against the vibrations. She stopped moving her hips, but the vibrations kept stimulating her as Quentin continued to demonstrate the various ultrasounds. ~~~ "The trigger has some sort of delay," Amy cursed. "It's a million dollar weapon and it can't hit one top heavy blonde?" "It's the trees," the pilot said. When Amy scowled at him, he quickly added, "Paragon Industries had that lawsuit with the environmentalists. The laser is programmed not to fire when a tree is near the target zone." "Lawyers and environmentalists are ruining industrial espionage," Amy muttered. ~~~ Bethany stuck close to the left side of the road. For some reason, the helicopter didn't fire at her while she was under the line of trees. The blonde didn't understand it since the helicopter was on the other side and had a clear view of her. She might have figured it out if her seat wasn't still vibrating. The ultrasound waves were doing wonderful things with Bethany's nipples and were now expanding. Soon all of her heavy breasts were being touched and massaged. Bethany was deeply impressed by the way the immaterial fingers were kneading even underneath her breasts. She had to bite down on her lip to keep herself from moaning. "Now, we'll show you our proudest innovation," the recorded voice of Terrance gloated. "Not only does the seat vibrate, but it also moves!" "Oh shit!" Bethany had time to say before the seat rose beneath her. Her ankles were still locked down by the safety clamps so she had nowhere to go as the vibrating seat lifted and pressed against her sex. As much as she hated to admit it, it felt wonderful. The seat moved on a circular track, rising up against her clitoris and then sliding across her crotch until it dropped back down to begin rising again on her clit. The ultrasonic fingers began groping her entire breasts in a similar rhythm. Bethany found it impossible to not grind back against the fingers and seat and soon she could feel a wet spot forming on her jeans. Her panties were drenched long ago. Unfortunately, she was out of trees. Lasers began raining down Bethany, destroying the pavement and obliterating a speed limit sign. Bethany floored the accelerator and as the Mark VI picked up speed, so did the vibrating seat. Now it was humping against Bethany's crotch, fucking the agent while she continued to dodge death. She leaned left into a turn, and the seat never let go of her clitoris. Bethany leaned right to avoid an oncoming truck and the ultrasound fingers pushed her bountiful mounds till she was almost flat-chested. The blonde threw her head forward as she leaned into the seat, her eyes closing as the vibrations rubbed her pussy closer to climax. When the climax came, Bethany's entire body arched in bliss. The Mark VI popped back on its hind wheel as Bethany pulled up in an orgasmic spasm. The laser missed her completely as it misjudged her front wheel's location. Bethany was shaken out of her reluctant orgasm by Quentin's voice. "The sensors have detected an orgasm. Congratulations! We knew you would like it. Now that you've enjoyed the Fucking Mode, you may now use the remaining electrical power to arm an extra surface-to-air missile." ~~~ Amy didn't understand Bethany's driving at all. The blonde swerved and turned erratically almost as if her mind was elsewhere. In fact, Amy could swear the leather slut was humping her seat but Amy dismissed the thought. Not even Bethany was that skanky. When Bethany popped a wheelie to dodge a laser blast, Amy lost the last of her reserve. "Fuck it! Get ahead of her and come close to the ground," Amy yelled to the pilot. "We'll see if she can dodge us when we're face- to-face!" "Is that wise? What if she is armed?" the pilot questioned. "Ha!" Amy snapped. "If she had a weapon, she would have used it by now." ~~~ Bethany grinned as the helicopter came at her. It was barely five feet from the ground and it was playing a bizarre form of chicken with the mark VI. Bethany's thighs and crotch were slightly bruised from all the fucking but it was a good kind of tingling sensation. The surface-to-air missile smashed into the rotor of the helicopter and Bethany enjoyed the sight of the two inhabitants flailing and jumping from the vehicle. She just narrowly avoided being crushed by the crashing hulk but the automatic balance system of the Mark VI kept her moving even when she was tilted at a thirty degree angle to the road. The exploding fireball behind her lighted up the night. Bethany sighed. Somehow, the explosion was more satisfying than the orgasm she had a minute before. It seemed to her that Quentin and Terrance had a long way to go before they knew how to really please a woman. Oh well, at least the bike still rocked. "Come on Mark VI, adventure waist just ahead." The end.