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Driving Lesson
A work of erotic fiction by Wolf Ferret (wolfferret@gmail.com)
The characters and events are completely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.
Part 2. Training Days
Brenda Smith was crying, as she lay naked and spread-eagled and listened to her night guards talking.
“Our new fuck toy is crying.”
“I wonder why? She was fucked hard but that’s what fuck toys are for. She should sleep and build her strength for a busy day tomorrow.”
“Fuck toys take time to learn that crying is a waste of time.”
Brenda listened in horror. She was thinking, “So I’m a fuck toy. Well, I’ve certainly been fucked over and over in all my holes but I don’t have to like it.” She desperately wanted to close her legs and cover her face. But she’d been ordered to stay spreadeagled and she didn’t dare disobey. The pain from the welts of her whipping and the bruises from her floggings reminded her that her captives were merciless.
“Please, I have to use the bucket.”
“Piss or shit?”
“Both”
“Say so!”
“Please, I need to shit and piss.”
One of the guards walked over to her and held his bare foot over her mouth. “Lick it”
She shuddered but raised her head and began licking the dirty and smelly foot.
He unlocked the chain and took her to the bucket. There was a light over it and she had to use it in full view of the guards. When she finished, she was told:
“Kneel, hands behind your back.”
“Now crawl to the other guard.”
“Lie face down and lick and kiss his feet.”
She obeyed and was told to crawl back to the mattress where she was again chained.
“On your back, spreadeagled. Mouth wide open.”
Both guards pissed in her mouth. One let his stream wander over her face and hair.
“Now stay spreadeagled and go to sleep.”
She closed her eyes and tried to think of something pleasant such as her last holiday on the French Rivera. She must have fallen asleep because she was woken by a kick on her hip. She opened her eyes and saw a ring of men around her.
“Breakfast time. On your knees, hands on top of your head.”
She looked hopefully at the bottle of Perrier water. But they spilled half of it and then filled it with piss. She drank without protest; at least it was better than a stream of piss directly into her mouth. A few tablespoons from her slop bucket followed the drink. She tried to refuse but her nose was pinched closed and the flogger was applied to her back. She swallowed.
She was unchained and led to a metal grate in the floor.
“She’s a mess – lets clean her up.”
They hosed her down with a stream of cold water. The hosing finished with the nozzle in her anus and cunt to flush her out internally.
Then she was led to a spot between two ropes dangling from the ceiling.
“Display Position!”
“You divorced two men because they were seeing other women. Yesterday we saw that you don’t know how to use any of your holes to entertain men. We have plenty of time; we will use some of it to educate you. And this will be one of our teaching tools.”
He held up a wood cane about two feet long and a half-inch in diameter. He bent it into a half circle to show how flexible it was.
“Hoist her up.”
The ropes were attached to her ankles and her legs were raised. She ended up with her breasts and head on the floor and her ankles in the air about 3 feet apart.
“Today’s lesson will be how to please men with your cunt. We want your pussy nice and tender to encourage response. We will start with 5 strokes.”
WHAP! The cane hit her pussy lips.
She screamed but had to endure four more strokes.
“Fingers please. Open her up.”
Two men spread her pussy lips exposing the insides of her vulva.
Five more strokes on the tender inner surfaces left her gasping and weeping.
They let her down and ordered her back to the mattress where she was chained again and her hands tied behind her.
“The caning should encourage you to learn. If you are a slow learner we can repeat the lesson. You won’t need to use your hands today, work on your legs and hips.”
“Spread your legs and raise your knees. That’s a good starting position.
A man got on top of her and began fucking.
“Not enough hip movement.” A few strokes with the cane on her breasts had her promising to do better.
She was allowed to try again with another man.
Then a third man mounted her.
Lock your legs around him.”
“The idea is to give the man maximum penetration. Bring your knees back toward your breasts”
This time a man grabbed her ankles and pushed her knees well back as he mounted her.
More caning of her breasts. “Not enough hip movement. Try again.”
Yet another man riding her.
“Put your legs in the air.”
A man put her legs against his shoulders and began pushing into her. He took his time and had a long, pleasant ride while her legs were forced back and forth Of course, that also forced her hips to move with his thrusting cock.
“That’s a start. You can practice those positions for a few hours before we show you some more tricks.”
She spent the next two hours working on those positions with 10 men. There were about 30 men in the gang. They were all young enough to have fast recovery times. They would have no problems doing 2 or 3 fucks a day. There wouldn’t be any shortage of rapists that day.
When she had completed her practice in the missionary position, they had her stand, legs wide apart, bent slightly forward with her hands touching a wall. A man standing behind her put his arms around her and held her breasts as he entered her pussy. It was a good position for the men because it left their hands free to roam over her body.
The man finished fucking her and she was told “More hip movement next time.” A few strokes on her buttocks with the cane emphasized the comment.
A few more practice fucks and they were ready to teach her doggy style.
“On your hands and knees, knees wide apart. Her rapist knelt behind her, his hands on her hips and entered her pussy. “Don’t be so shy – use your hips” was followed by a brisk caning of her back.
The doggy style practice session was interrupted when she said “Please, I have to shit and piss.”
She was allowed to use the bucket but had to face them when pissing. They made her turn around when shitting so they could watch the shit leave her anus.
That completed, a man lay down on his back. “Time for your final lesson in pussy fucking. Get astride him and ride his cock.”
By then it was time for lunch. The usual half and half bottle of water was followed by a nice plate of spaghetti with sauce. But the sauce was 3 or 4 tablespoons taken from her slop bucket. She had to eat all of it and then lick the plate clean.
The afternoon was free style. She was passed around and fucked whenever a man wanted her. They made her practice all the positions – over and over until the men were satisfied that she had learned her lessons.
Her hips and legs got tired from the constant movement but any failure to respond was met with a caning. She learned!
Dinner was a nice refreshing glass of orange juice and piss followed by a hot dog in a roll. They flavoured it with shit from her bucket instead of mustard.
Then she was allowed to sleep She was so exhausted that she fell asleep without even crying.
The next morning she was forced to eat another disgusting breakfast and was given another hosing down.
Then she was bent over a table and her ass crack was caned. Fingers pulled her butt cheeks apart and she was caned again directly on her anus. Naturally she wept and cried during the ordeal.
“You’re too noisy. We will try it again – this time we don’t want to hear a sound from you.”
She bit her lips and tongue desperately trying to restrain her screams as ten more strokes punished her ass cleft. But she moaned on the last stroke.
“The bitch is a slow learner. We’ll try again.”
Ten more strokes on her cleft and shit hole. She was in agony but did manage not to make a sound. The inside of her cleft were red and raw and blood was dripping from her anus.
That didn’t prevent a man from grabbing her hips and forcing his cock deep into her rectum. He took his time, slowly pulling out until all but the head of his cock had left her, and then brutally thrusting deep into her. This time she was required to scream and was caned on her back if the screams weren’t loud enough. She felt his cum deep in her bowels and then his cock was replaced by another and yet another.
“That’s the basic bent over position for ass fucking. Now stand against the wall like you did yesterday.”
“Bend over more – get your ass at the right angle.”
Three or four ass fucks followed by a pussy fuck taught her that the position worked for both her bottom openings. The hands mauling her breasts showed her why it was popular with men.
The morning lessons finished with a form of doggy style. She had to kneel with her back bent sharply so her forehead was resting on the floor. The position also allowed pussy fucking and she learned that she couldn’t see her rapist or guess which hole he’d use.
In the afternoon she was told to put her hands behind her back and walk from man to man asking him “Sir, how do you want to use me?” The man she asked would then fuck her. But it wasn’t always one man using her; sometimes a string of men would fuck her. She had to kneel with her head on the floor for an hour while 7 men took her in her ass.
Her cunt and pussy were dripping cum when they chained her at her mattress. This time they didn’t want to leave a night guard and she wouldn’t be able to reach the bucket. A butt plug solved one problem and a small diameter plastic plug inserted in her piss hole solved the other problem. Tying her hands to the chain prevented her from removing either plug.
She lay there all night. At least she could turn over and close her legs but the pressure in her bladder and bowels kept her awake. She stared at the ceiling wondering if they would use the cane on her mouth in the morning. She might lose teeth if they did.
The men returned in the morning. She asked to be allowed to shit and piss but they ignored her and tied her hands over her head to a rope hanging from the ceiling.
“We’re going to teach you to use your mouth today. Open wide.”
A small metal rod with U shaped ends was placed between her front teeth. The U’s went over the upper and lower teeth. She soon discovered that it was spring loaded. If she opened her mouth wider, the rod would extend so that it was tightly wedged. But it wouldn’t retract – once extended, it stayed extended.
They showed her a long pin with a wire attached to it.
“This is another teaching tool. We call it the needle.”
The man with the needle pulled her lower lip down and began touching the wet inner surface with the tip of the needle. Each touch jolted her with an electric shock. She tried to scream but the rod held her jaws wide apart and all that came out was desperate grunts. Her agony showed as her body shook at each shock.
The upper lip followed the lower lip and then her tongue was lifted and the needle explored its lower surface and the inside of her cheeks. Then it probed her gums and the fillings and caps of her teeth. She was sweating in pain and shaking with each touch.
“You’re going to be kneeling in front of men today, that’s a good position for playing with your breasts. We might as well tenderize them.”
The needle moved down and began its work on her breasts. Her nipples were standing out hard and rigid – the needle did a good job of probing them.
When they were satisfied, they put the bucket between her legs, removed the plugs and told her “Now shit and piss.”
They released her and she fell to the floor curling up in a ball and sobbing. She was allowed to cry for a time before a hand in her hair pulled her to her knees.
“Open wide. And don’t think of biting unless you want to lose a back tooth to a pair of pliers.”
She opened her mouth and bent forward to start sucking the cock.
“No, hold it with your fingers. Now lick and kiss it along its length.”
“Put the head in your mouth. Slide it over your lips. Get it in deeper. Run your tongue over it. Now suck and swallow.”
While she was working on the cock, the man was working on her breasts, Kneading them, digging fingers in, pulling and twisting nipples.
She finished the first cock and was immediately presented with a second. It took 5 or 6 cocks before they were satisfied with her performance. Then it was time to pull her head back and begin thrusting down her throat. The men watched as the cock made a bulge that moved down her throat. She was turning blue before the cock was pulled out enough to let her breathe.
“Relax, don’t fight it. Breathe through your nose.”
And the cock went in again. The pushing in and pulling out was repeated several times until the man’s cum was shot directly down her throat into her stomach.
She deep throated 8 cocks before they were satisfied that she’d learned the lesson.
The afternoon was spent going from man to man. Sometimes one man, sometimes a train of men but all her holes were used in her various positions.
This time they left her holes open and moved the slop bucket closer. That was convenient except that she slept with the smell of her shit near her nose. She wondered what the morning would bring; they had no unused holes to play with.
That turned out to be dancing lessons. She stood facing a TV screen with a rope tied hanging from the ceiling tied to her collar. Her hands were free as she watched a video of a naked woman doing a very sinuous and erotic dance using her hands and hips and breasts.
The men put a full-length mirror next to the screen so she could watch herself.
“Now its your turn. This is our new teaching tool – its called a cattle prod. Start dancing.”
She practiced for an hour with the cattle prod being used to tell her more hip movement, more energy or whatever. The video was replayed several times until they decided that her performance was satisfactory.
She watched another sexy dance but this time the dancer kept her hands behind her back. The men made sure of this by tying her hands behind her. More practice and encouragement with the cattle prod was followed by yet a third video.
This one was a very explicit dance that ended with the woman on her back, legs spread and knees up, using her fingers to play with herself. The men had to untie her so she could practice. It was the most humiliating of the three dances.
She spent the afternoon alternately dancing and being gang fucked. She wanted to scream. Being gang raped was bad enough, but now they were forcing her to arouse her rapists so she could be raped even more.
During the night, she lay hopelessly staring around the empty room wondering what else they could do to her.
That morning she was forced to her hands and knees. Her ankles and wrists were tied to rings in the floor and a car jack under her belly kept her from lying down. A rag soaked in a smelly liquid was rubbed along her cunt. She knelt puzzled and frightened until a large dog was led in and began sniffing her behind.
“No, NO! Please, not that!”
ZAP! She screamed at the touch of the cattle prod.
“Don’t talk. You’re only allowed to bark today. Say ARF.” ZAP!
“ARF! ARF!”
The dog mounted her and she felt its cock swelling and the bulb at the end growing inside her. Her head dropped as she sobbed hopelessly.
When the dog finished, another dog began sniffing her.
ZAP! “Say hello to your new friend.”
“ARF! ARF!”
The dog mounted her and a hand in her hair pulled her head up. A man was sitting in front of her with his cock in her face.
“Start sucking”
Dogs have more stamina then men. She sucked 3 cocks before the dog finished.
Two more dogs mounted her from behind before the morning was over. Each had to be greeted with “ARF! ARF!”
They changed her position in the afternoon. She was tied spread eagled to a low table. Her hips were at the edge so that her pussy was jutting out into the air. This time the dogs mounted her from the front, paws on her breasts and muzzles in her face. Each was greeted with “ARF! ARF!”
They changed her collar before releasing her. The new one was leather with a brass nametag riveted to it. They showed her the tag “BITCH”.
“That’s your new name. Be sure to answer to it.”
“ARF! ARF!”
They freed her from the table but made her get on her hands and knees. A dog lead was attached to her collar and she was told
“Heel! Bark!”
“ARF! ARF!”
She was forced to crawl around the room at the heels of her trainer. Men stroked her hair and her back and said “Good Bitch”.
“ARF! ARF!”
Finally, she was led back to her sleeping place. The mattress was gone. After she was chained, she was fed. Dinner was a bowl of water and a can of dog food that she had to eat without touching the bowls with her hands. After dinner, they tied her hands behind her back and told her to lie on her back.
The men formed a ring around her prone, naked body and pissed on her. Then they dumped the contents of her slop bucket on her face and hair and left for the night.
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