"You're on, Loser!"

Yang and the gang leader pull out of the parking lot and line up on the road side by side. Yang still has enough gas for a race this short, and there's no way his hunk of junk would be able to overtake her once she's running full ****.

One of the other bikers rides just in front of them holding an oil-spotted rag as the starting flag, raising it up high in the air and before she knew it, her opponent was already riding forward. "Wha-HEY!!" She yells angrily before taking off after him.

"Hahahaha! Sorry Blonde Babe! Our street, our rules!" He shouted back with wild holler as the other bikers' laughter could be heard from behind her. Yang grit her teeth in rage as she chased after him as fast as she could. His chopper was a lot faster than she expected, she could only just barely outpace him even at full throttle, yet he seemed like he was just cruising ahead of her.

She could see something coming up along the road, it looked like a bar joint with even more bikers sitting in the lot than the ones from before. She was just behind him, if they kept this pace, she'd win!

"Careful where you ride girl, these roads aren't very well kept!" He called back to her with an evil grin before brandishing a can in his hand! It was quickly tipped over and the contents spilled out on the street in front of her wheels: it was oil!

Yang's tires lost all traction and she began to lose control, swerving frantically left and right to maintain balance. In her panic, she didn't notice that he dropped the oil can and dug into his jacket...

"Watch out, Blonde Bitch!" He called as he hit the brakes, and Yang raised her gaze back just to find a wrench coming at her face! She brought her arms up to protect her head, but she was knocked way off balance and her bike veered off the road.

*CRASH!*

She fell off of her bike just in time to watch it crash against a bunch of rocks, reduced to junk after several tumbling impacts as she tried to clear the daze from her head. Before she could even realize what had happened though, she felt a pair of metal handcuffs close tight around her wrists and trap them behind her back. Another pair was closed tight around her ankles before a heavy boot rolled her onto her back and stomped down on one of her boobs.

"Looks like you lose, Bitch." His sadistic grin was all she could make out as he reached down to grab her by the waist and hoist her to her feet. "You remember what the bet was if you lost of course."

"B...But you...chea-hrmmngh...!" Her reply was cut off by another dirty rag being shoved into her open mouth, fingers stuffing it all in until her cheeks puffed out. He then lashed a belt tight around her lower face between her lips, buckled tight enough to squeeze her head.

"Can it, ****. Let's take you for a ride." He pulled her close and slung her over his shoulder, a hand resting on her raised ass and giving it a rough slap before he sat back down on his chopper and set her down sitting in his lap. She squirmed and struggled as much as she could, but the handcuffs wouldn't give as he started the engine and took off with her moaning and squirming against his body.