Shadow's Humiliation

By Frank Zenau

Harley a biker saves a young Goth girl from her sadistic boyfriend. Taking her into his home until she can return home they start off in a turbulent relationship as Harley in order to get rid of her does everything he can to disgrace her and humiliate her in public. His plans to get rid of her backfire when she falls in love. Shadow can only have him if she submits and surrenders to him and must pass a test of humiliation and disgrace. BDSM,
Humiliation, public disgrace

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Zenau
• Release date: Jun 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301099825

Frank Zenau

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Shadow’s Humiliation

By

Frank Zenau

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Copyright June 15, 2013 (c) By Frank Zenau

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One

I love Sunday’s not only because it’s a day off it’s also the day me an’ me pals an’ their mates go riding on our bikes. By bikes I don’t mean bicycles an’ while I don’t have any problems with people riding bicycles the only bike for me is a motorcycle, a Harley Davidson in particular. Sure there are other bikes out there but as far as I’m concerned nothing beats a Harley. Me an’ me pals aren’t what some might call bad dudes, on the contrary most bikers an’ their mates are hard working men an’ women with respectable jobs an’ so it is with me pals that I cruise around with.

Having just completed a turkey run from Fleetwood to Preston for a charity event an’ not wanting to spend the rest of the day in a pub getting drunk with the rest of me chums I left them to go through Moor Park. I love the distinctive sound a Harley Davidson makes an’ one that sets a Harley apart from all other motorbikes an’ why I chose this route to get home.

I was riding along enjoying the scenery while listing to the sound of my Harley an’ catching the sound as it vrumpthmp'd reverberating off in the distance. After several minutes I spotted an old beat up Volkswagen bus parked off to the side of the road. I knew something was wrong when I saw a man dressed in a long black coat chasing after a woman dressed in a long black dress. Domestic disputes are something that most folks should never get involved in; I know I’ve seen me share an’ talked to enough coppers to know that they are always weary of domestic disputes. Not knowing the situation between the man an’ woman I slowed down to assess the situation when he grabbed the woman by her long black hair, spun her around an’ began beating on her face.

I scarcely stopped; with the wheels still spinning I set the bike down, jumped over the ditch just as he hit her again. That he didn’t hear me coming was his own undoing, grabbing him by the collar of his ankle length top coat I spun him around an’ saw his hideous white face, red painted lips with fang like teeth.

If his fangs were meant to scare me, it wasn’t working an’ if they were meant make me believe he was some sort of monster that didn’t scare me either. In reference to the size of his cock, Sharon Osbourne points out that Ozzie has big hands an’ feet well, my hands originally were designed for hard work an’ they are large. Not giving his teeth a second thought I hit the bloke in the mouth. The pain shot through my knuckles an’ by the time it reached my brain I realized I impaled my knuckles on one of his fucking fangs.

Pissed that I would have to dig a tooth out of my knuckle I looked him in his eyes, saw his freakish heavy black makeup an’ hit him with a left punch right across his nose. The bloke fell to the ground like a rock. I despise men that beat up women, children, dogs, cats an’ other helpless creatures so while he was groaning in pain I kicked him in the balls, the bloody bastard tried to scream but all he could do was puke.

I was ready to kick his sorry ass one more time when the woman jumped on my back an’ was beating me on my head screaming her bloody lungs out, Stop you’re killing him.

I knew he wasn’t going anywhere but I had to get this wildcat of my back so reaching behind me I grabbed her by her shoulders. Spinning her around while she’s screaming, You’re killing him, I saw her battered face, like the bloke she wore white makeup, bright red lipstick an’ heavy mascara.

Lest passerby’s saw me wrestling with this freakish bird an’ get the wrong impression I didn’t need her to punch me in me face so holding her at arm’s length by her shoulders I said, Hold your knickers girl, I’m not killing him just teaching the bloke a lesson.

Slipping out of my grip she went down to see to him, You bloody asshole, he’s bleeding.

Girl, that’s because I broke his bloody nose.

You bloody asshole why in the fuck would you want to go on an’ do that for. She screamed while spitting blood.

Women, shit! He used her for a punching bag an’ this bird is worried about some bloke that should have known better. Normally I treat a woman with respect or in some cases treat them like they want to be treated but this bird got under me collar right away an’ instead being grateful