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 1. First Day.

Brenda Smith was a well-preserved 40. She looked 35 and could pass for 30 at a distance of a few feet. She’d graduated from university with a degree in Accounting and had met her first husband while working on his taxes. The marriage hadn’t lasted long and had ended with a large settlement and good alimony.

Her second marriage had ended the same way.

Two big settlements and two alimony checks a month allowed her to retire. She had a good condominium, a black housekeeper and a black cleaning woman for the heavy work. Life was good, the gym to keep in shape, bridge and tennis clubs for a social life, and an occasional session with her vibrator for relaxation.

Brenda was taking a quiet walk in the local park on a warm day in May. She was minding her own business when she noticed two large men walking toward her. They bracketed her and one said “Brenda Smith?”

“My name is none of your business.”

The one on the left pulled out a large hunting knife and said: “We think it is. Just show us your ID and if you are not Brenda Smith we will leave you alone.”

She was too frightened to fight or argue and gave them her driver’s license. They checked the name and address and said: “She’s the one we want.”

One man took hold of her arm while the other walked behind her with the point of his knife pricking her back. They escorted her to a closed panel van and pushed her into the back.

“What’s going on? Where are you taking me?”

A fist in her stomach silenced her and the only reply was “You’ll find out soon enough.”

They drove into what appeared to be a run down factory and she was pushed out of the van. She found herself in a large room with what looked like 20 or 30 men. The gang was racially mixed – black, white, Hispanic, Asian. Her captors handed her driver’s license to the leader and he passed it around so that the other men could check it.

“So you are the bitch we want! Do you remember a car accident last January?”

“What are you doing? Let me go!”

A slap in the face knocked her to the floor and one of the men kicked her in her side. Another reached down and hauled her up by her hair.

“Just answer the question, do you remember a car accident last January?”

She was sobbing and gasping for breath but managed to say, “Yes.”

“Tell us what happened.”

“I was backing out of a parking spot in a shopping center and didn’t see a motorcycle behind me. I knocked it over and the rider had a broken leg.”

“But you have a fancy car with a rear view camera. How could you not see him?”

“I don’t know. I was probably thinking of my next appointment and not paying attention. Everyone does that.”

“So what did you do?”

”I called the ambulance and police and reported it to my insurance company.”

”Did you check on the rider?”

“No, my insurance company told me not to discuss it with anyone but them and the police and not to contact the injured person.”

“Then man’s name was Bob Jones. He was 23 and died on the operating table from a reaction to the anaesthesia. We are his friends and we don’t think you should get off lightly.”

“That’s terrible but it isn’t my fault!”

“String her up!”

She was dragged to a wooden frame resembling a doorway and was soon spread-eagled with her ankles and wrists tied to ropes attached to the corners. Her toes were just barely touching the floor.

Two men took out large knives and began to cut her clothes off. Brenda screamed hysterically while one man cut her sweatshirt from the neck to the waist. It fell open exposing her frilly pink bra. The other man slit the sleeves from the neck to the wrists. The sweatshirt fell to the floor. Brenda begged them to stop but they ignored her and cut the straps of her bra. It fell to the floor exposing her white breasts and brown nipples.

She wept and screamed as the men spent a few minutes pricking her tender nipples and breasts with the points of their knives. Each prick left a little dot of blood.

When they tired of their play, they slit the waistband and legs of her jeans, which fell to the floor exposing her panties. A couple of quick knife strokes and she was stark naked. The watching men laughed and jeered when they saw that her reddish brown hair didn’t match her black pubic hair.

She was blushing deeply and weeping as she begged them to let her go.

The only reply to her pleas was the leader picking up a leather whip and switching it through the air.

“Bob was 23 so we are going to give you 23 strokes with this. We chose it to leave welts but not scars. The strike zone is any where from your shoulders to your knees and either your back or your front. But you have to count the lashes one, two, three, ... If you miss a count, you will have to start over at one. We won’t stop until you count to 23 without making a mistake. Just to make it more interesting for you, we will blindfold you.”

The whipping began.

WHAP!

“ARRGH!”

“That didn’t sound like one.”

WHAP!

“Please, please!”

“That still didn’t sound like one.”

WHAP!

“Oh God, please stop!”

“We still haven’t heard you count one”

WHAP!

“One”.

WHAP!

“Two.”

WHAP!

“Three.”

She reached five when she went “OWWW!” in response to a stroke that went up between her legs and onto her pussy lips.

“That wasn’t a six, you will have to start over at 1.”

It took three more lashes on her pussy before she managed to gasp out “One.” This time she reached twelve before screaming after a stroke across a breast and nipple.

“You really should control yourself. Now you will have to start over at one.”

She eventually managed to reach 23 but the real total was well over 50. There were welts on her creamy white back, ass, legs, belly and breasts. And blood was dripping from her pussy lips and nipples.

They removed the blindfold and lowered her slightly so that she was no longer standing on tiptoe. The leader showed her a wicked looking device. It had a handle with a number of 18” long strips of leather attached. “We call this a flogger. It’s a form of the old fashioned cat of nine tails. It won’t cut the skin but it does hurt.”

“Now you are going to tell us about yourself and the flogger will encourage you.”

“Your name?”

“Brenda Smith.”

“How old are you?”

“Forty.”

“Height?”

“Five feet 3 inches.”

“Weight?”

“One hundred five pounds.”

“Bra size?”

“34C”

“Waist?”

“26 inches.”

“Hips?”

“35 inches.”

“Are you a virgin?”

She mumbled “no.”

THUD! The flogger struck her stomach.

“Louder”.

“NO.”

“How old were you when you were first fucked?”

“17”

“What happened?”

“A bunch of high school friends at a house when the parents were away. We has some alcohol and my date and I did it in the back seat of his car.”

“So it was consensual?”

“Yes”

“That was 17, you’re 40. Did you do much fucking during that time?”

“I had 5 or 6 partners in university. And was married twice. Each for a few years.”

“What happened to the marriages?”

“We divorced because I caught them with other women.”

“So you couldn’t keep two men satisfied. We’ll give you a chance to learn how to please men.”

“Have you fucked since the divorce?”

“I’ve made love with a few men since then.”

THUD! The flogger struck her breast and nipple.

“I didn’t say make love, I said fuck. When a man sticks his cock into one of your holes, he’s fucking you. From now on, use fuck and cock and cunt when you talk about men using your body.”

What is your favourite position?”

“Please, please don’t make me talk about sex. What sort of woman do you think I am?”

THUD! The flogger struck her on her belly again..

“Don’t argue with us. We know you’re the sort of woman who displays her naked body to a roomful of strange men. We know you’ll walk naked into a bar and lie on your back on the floor so you can fuck any man who pays you $20. Now answer the question. What is your favourite position?”

“On my back with my legs and arms wrapped around my partner.”

“And what kind of foreplay do you like?”

“Kissing me on the lips, feeling my breasts, running hands over me.”

“Now use your imagination. You’ve been out on a date and the two of you have decided to fuck. Where are you? A motel, his place, your place, on the grass in a park with a ring of men watching you?”

“My bedroom. I’d never do it in public.”

“Oh, you will learn to do it in public with any man who pays for it. You can be sure of that! So the two of you are in your bedroom. How do you get naked?”

“Usually he takes my clothes off and I take his off.”

“Does he do it carefully or does he tear them off?”

“He takes them off carefully. He’s not trying to rape me, he wants to make love to me.”

THUD! “I told you that you are not making love, you’re fucking a man.”

“What do you do after you’re naked? Do you walk around and display yourself to him?”

“No, we stand with our arms around each other and have a long kiss. Then we lie on my bed.”

“What happens then?”

“He keeps kissing me and runs his hands over my breast and body.”

“Does he put his fingers in you?”

“Sometimes he’ll play with my clit.”

“What happens when he’s ready to mount you?”

“I lie on my back with my legs spread and my knees bent. Then he gets on top of me and slides into me.”

“What sort of ride do you give him once he’s inside you?”

“I wrap my arms and legs around him and move my hips as he thrusts.”

“How much does he pay you for your services?”

“I keep telling you that I’m not a whore! I’ve never been paid for making love.”

THUD! “So you let men fuck your body for free. What a waste. We will be changing that.”

“What about your mouth? Do you give blow jobs?”

“Yes, if my partner asks for one.”

“How do you do it?”

“I just take his penis in my mouth and suck on it.”

THUD! This time on her breast.

“Don’t use fancy words. It’s a cock not a penis. Now tell us how you give blow jobs.”

“I take my partner’s cock in my mouth and suck on it.”

“Do you swallow?”

“No”

“How unimaginative. Have you tried kissing and licking the man’s cock before putting it in your mouth.”

“No”

“If you don’t swallow, how do you deep throat?”

“I’ve never done that.”

“I can see that you need a lot of training. Before we’re done with you, you will deep throat any man who wants it. And you’ll do a good job.”

“Now how about your last hole? What position do you use for ass fucking?”

“I’ve never let a man use my ass for sex. It’s a filthy idea!”

He brought a knee up sharply into her crotch. “You lied to us. You said you were not a virgin.”

“She still has a hole to be opened up. Who wants to be first?”

The first man to step forward was black, about 200 pounds and 6 feet 3 inches tall. His body looked like a weight lifter – all muscle and little fat.

“Show her what you’ve got.”

He stripped and she could see his erect cock – it was long and thick. How could he possibly get it into her virgin ass hole?

He walked behind her, put his hands on her breasts and brought his cock to her anal entry. He decided that didn’t give him enough leverage so he moved one hand to below her belly button. Now he could move her hips back against him. She was still too tight. He asked for some oil and was handed a can of lubricating oil for cars. He put a little on a finger and inserted that in her ass.

She squealed in outrage. “Please, please don’t do that.” That did her no good at all; he eventually had two fingers from each hand inside her and was stretching her anal opening wider and wider. Tears were running down her face and she kept saying, “Please, no. Please stop” but all the while another man was holding her hips and forcing her back on the exploring fingers.

“She’s still too tight. What have we got that’s the right shape?” Someone handed him a broom handle. “Use this as a pole.”

“Good! Hold her hips still while I get it in.” He pushed it through the ring of her anal muscles and penetrated her bowels about six inches. “Now move her hips.” He slowly pulled it out while his helped pushed her hips back onto the rod. It was almost completely out of her when he suddenly pushed it back in. The cruel in and out play continued for 5 minutes before he removed the broom and pushed his own cock into her shit hole. The hands on her hips forced her to respond to the raping thrusts while the rapist reached around her body and used her breasts as love handles. There wasn’t any love in the way he squeezed and pinched them, her screams got louder and louder but it wasn’t clear which was worse – the pain in her ass or the pain in her breasts. Five minutes of vigorous thrusting and she felt his hot seed spilling into her bowels.

She thought it was over but then her first rapist was replaced by a second and third.. They were just as rough.  Despite her frenzied screams and tears, she noticed flashing lights. The spectators were taking photographs of her naked body being publicly ass fucked.

The third rapist finished pouring his seed into her guts and shoved the pole back into her ass.

The leader told her, “We’re going to until you and give you orders. Obey or be flogged. Do you understand?”

“Please, please be merciful. Haven’t you done enough to me?”

“THUD! THUD! THUD!

“We’ve just started. You have weeks fucking and pain to come before we let you go. Now will you obey orders?”

“God help me. I don’t deserve this! Yes, I’ll obey orders.”

They untied her but left the pole in her ass.

“Stand up straight, spread your legs shoulder wide and put your hands behind your neck with the fingers laced.

She obeyed but her hands were resting on her hair instead of her neck.

“That won’t do. Hand me the scissors.”

He cut her hair short so that ended at the level of her ears. Now her interlaced fingers were touching her neck. He put an egg between her neck and her fingers. “Hold it there by pressing on it. It’s uncooked and will break easily. You will be punished if it breaks.”

“We call that position Display. Any time you’re told to display, adopt that position. Now walk forward.”

The pole in her ass forced her forward. She walked between two men and was told to stop.

“Whenever you stop, spread your legs wide. At least shoulder wide.”

The two men began to suck her nipples. Their hands were free. One man ran his hands down her back, the other down her belly and between her legs. The palm of his hand was pressing on her pussy.

She dropped the egg.

“That won’t do. Ten lashes for breaking it.”

THUD! THUD! … THUD!

“Position!” Another egg placed behind her neck.

“Forward!” and the pole pushed her forward.

The relentless parade continued until every man in the room had sucked her nipples and groped her body. She dropped the egg 5 times, which resulted in her breasts and belly being bright red from the flogging.

They removed the pole. “Bend forward and touch the floor.”

“Your ass is too pale. It should match your belly.” THUD! THUD! THUD! … until her ass had also turned bright red.

“On your hands and knees.” A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her forward. The crawl ended at a narrow, dirty mattress.  A dog collar was put around her neck and padlocked in place. A chain ran from the collar to a ring in the floor. She could lie down or kneel but couldn’t stand. There was a plastic bucket near the mattress but she couldn’t reach it. “That’s your slop bucket for when you need to shit or piss. Just ask one of the men to take you to it and use it in front of everyone. Now lie on your back and get ready for fucking. And be sure you give the men good rides.”

She lay on her back with her arms and legs spread. Her behind was so sore that merely lying on it was painful. The first man mounted her and she discovered that his weight on her breasts and belly was just as painful as her ass. She couldn’t bring herself to move even as she felt his cock penetrating deep into her and begin its thrusts. He shot his seed into her womb, spat in her face, said “Useless slut, learn to move” and kicked her pussy.

The second man kicked her breast and the third kicked her side.

When the fourth man mounted her she wrapped her arms and legs around him and moved with his thrusts.

“That’s a start. Now you can practice.”

Her cunt had been dry and the friction was making it sore. But as man after man rode her, there cum provided the missing lubrication. She lost track of the number, she was only aware of the constant weight on her, the smell of male bodies in her nostrils and the endless pounding.

In time they changed her position. Now she was kneeling with her head on the floor and her ass in the air. One man was holding her shoulders down and another was holding her hips. The latter drove his cock into her ass and began to thrust in and out. She screamed but that only produced laughter from the ring of watching men.

She felt his cum in her bowels and he withdrew, only to be replaced by another cock. The ass rapes seemed endless, she couldn’t possibly take more but she had to.

Her position changed again. This time she was kneeling with a hand in her hair holding her upright.

“Open your mouth and start sucking. Be sure to swallow. Don’t even think of biting. We have a handy pair of pliers that will do a good job of pulling teeth.”

By now she knew better than to resist. It was a case of cock in mouth, suck until the man came, swallow the vile stuff and start over with another cock.

“Has everyone had a turn? OK, we’ll take a break before we give her the next lesson.”

They let her collapse in an exhausted heap. “On your back, arms and legs spread.”

She lay there while the men ate sandwiches and drank beer and laughed and joked. But eventually she realized her bladder was almost bursting, The chain kept her from reaching the slop bucket.

“Please, I have to go to the toilet.”

“Piss or shit?”

“Piss”.

A man came over, released the chain and took her to the bucket.

“Display position and straddle the bucket”

The sight of all those men watching her caused her to dry up. Several men began to rub her lower belly and press on her bladder. Eventually her piss started flowing. She blushed with shame at the male comments. Then it was back to the mattress and the chain until someone said: “Break is over, lie on your side.”

She obediently rolled onto her side; a man lay down in front of her and entered her pussy. Then she felt another man behind her and a cock in her ass. The double fucking began. She learned all the combinations - ass and pussy, ass and mouth, pussy and mouth. She was back to ass and pussy when she was told to open her mouth and start sucking on the waiting cock. Now she was being triple fucked.

The triple fucking was relentless. As soon as a hole was empty, it was filled again. They kept it up until every man had used at least two of her holes.

It ended with: “On your back, spreadeagled and mouth wide open.” She obeyed and a stream of piss entered her mouth. Most of the men left but a night guard of 3 men were left to watch her.

“Go to sleep but keep your legs spread. Don’t try to hide your pussy. Tomorrow will be a busy day for you.

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.

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 3. Working Days (or Nights)

Brenda spent the night lying in the filth. The gang arrived in the morning but didn’t release her. They didn’t even let her use the bucket. Her own body added more filth to what she was lying in. The only mercy shown her was clean water sipped through a straw and real food fed to her spoonful by spoonful.

She was unchained at night and washed down with the hose. They threw her a bar of soap and told her to clean herself up. It was the first soap she’d seen since she was captured.  Once she was clean they plugged her ass and piss hole again. They forced a penis gag into her mouth and strapped it to her head.

She was led to a pickup truck with a sort of cabin build over the tray. There was a short ramp leading from the tray to the ground. When raised, it formed a door to the cabin. The tray had a number of rings for fastening cargo and she was tied spread eagled to therm. The ties were slightly loose. She couldn’t free herself but could squirm and move her hips and torso slightly.

The truck started moving. Two of the gang came along as guards. They were armed with cattle prods.

“Now that you are a real bitch, you are going to work for your living.”

The truck stopped, the door opened, and a black man who wasn’t in the gang entered. She looked at him hopefully. Surely he could see that she was gagged and bound. But the guard said “$20 for a fuck” and she saw money change hands.

The man seized both of her breasts as he entered her and began his deep, pounding thrusts. He was very rough, squeezing her breasts hard with each thrust. Finally, he grunted, lay on her body for a time, spat in her face and rolled off.

Another man was waiting when he finished. She saw money passed again and he was on her. He put his full weight on her warm soft body. He weighted so much that she had trouble breathing.

She lost track after that. There was just an endless stream of men mounting and riding her. She was lucky if she had 30 seconds to catch her breath between mounts.

The door closed and the truck started. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God it was over.

But the truck stopped, the door opened and another line of men began fucking her.  She would find out later that the truck was driving around a black ghetto, stopping near busy bars to offer her services. It was known in the area as a mobile brothel.

The truck made a third stop. She couldn’t believe it. Her pussy felt like it had been rubbed raw and her breasts were aching from the constant rough treatment. How could she possibly take more? But she had to take it, there was no way out. Even fainting didn’t help. A cattle prod touched to her pussy lips turned out to be an excellent way to revive her from a faint.

The fourth time the door opened, she was back in the warehouse. She was so grateful to be back at the site of her first gang rapes and beatings!

The men removed her gag, unplugged her, let her use the bucket and chained her in her sleeping spot. They gave her more clean water. Then they counted the take. $940.

Her accounting training kicked in. $940 was 47 men. She hadn’t realized that a woman could survive being used by that many men in a few hours. No wonder her entire body ached and felt like one big bruise.

She didn’t remember the individual men. What she remembered was the struggle to breath and the smell. She always had her nose buried in the chest of her rider. Her nose was full of the smell of sweat and dirt and other revolting odours – didn’t men ever take showers?

She felt cum oozing out of her abused pussy and realized that not even one man had used a condom. Oh God, how many diseases did she have? And she wasn’t on the pill. It must be near the peak fertility time of her cycle. What if she got pregnant? No, that was wrong. It wasn’t an if, it was when. She was taking so much sperm in her body that she was sure to get pregnant.

The gang left her alone the next day except to feed and water her. As night fell, they unchained her, let her wash and gave her a hairbrush, comb, makeup and a full-length mirror.

“Make yourself pretty.”

She fixed her hair and applied the make up and was told, “Display position.”

She stood in front of the mirror looking at herself stark naked except for the leather dog collar, legs spread and hands behind her neck.

“Now say this. Fuck me! Twenty dollars a fuck. Pussy or mouth or ass.”

She mumbled it and was hit with a shock from the cattle prod. “Louder.”

“Fuck me! $20 a fuck. Pussy or mouth or ass”

Another shock. “Louder!”

“FUCK ME! $20 A FUCK! PUSSY OR MOUTH OR ASS!”

“That’s better. We’re going to take you to a bar in a police no go area. Lots of black men who don’t get much chance of white pussy. You will walk in naked, climb on the bar, do a dance and then offer yourself. Then you fuck until you run out of customers.”

She covered her face with her hands as her body shook with her sobs. The cattle prod reminded her to maintain her Display position.

Tears were running down her face as she said: “Please, please, its too humiliating. Don’t make me prostitute myself.”

“Suit yourself. If you don’t want the bar, we can put you back in the truck. Maybe a few more stops or we could position you for ass fucking. Would you like a hundred cocks up your ass tonight?”

She looked at them in horror as her tears flowed faster.

“You bastards! What sort of choice is that? I’ll do the bar.”

The bar was busy, she did her dance blushing deeply and then made her announcement.

“FUCK ME! $20 A FUCK! PUSSY OR MOUTH OR ASS!”

The bartender told her to use the back room. It had a blanket on the floor. She was kept busy but found it was better than the truck. The standing and doggy positions at least kept the men’s weight off her body. Even when she was on her back, she could at least move and try to adjust to the weight and pressure.

The taste of cocks and cum in her mouth was dreadful but at least it spared her sore pussy.

Her guards gave her a wet cloth after a few hours and told her to clean herself up. She thought that meant it was over but they led her out to the bar and told her to dance again. Then the fucking started again.

The second time this happened, she said: “Haven’t I done enough yet?”

“Tired already? You’ve only been working 4 hours, you have another 4 to go.”

She was exhausted by the time they returned to the warehouse.

“How many did she do?”

“Three?”

She said, “What do you mean three? I was fucking men for hours”

“Oh, didn’t we tell you? We’re not unreasonable. We’re counting the ass fucks. We will let you go when you’ve been ass fucked 100 times.”

The man slapped her belly. “We are also checking this. We will let you go if it starts to swell and we feel a baby kicking inside you.”

After that, the gang chained her in place and ignored her except to feed and water her and let her use the bucket. She still had to ask whenever she needed to relieve herself.

They took her to a different bar every night. The procedure was always the same – walk in naked, dance, offer herself for sale, fuck for two hours, cleanup and dance and offer herself again. The only difference between bars was the number of hours of fucking. It might be 8 or 10 or 12 depending on the number of customers.

One night they took her to a rundown house instead of a bar. It turned out to be the headquarters of a gang of teenage thugs. They weren’t old enough to shave but all had active cocks. She hated it , a 40-year-old woman lying under a 15-year-old boy while he poured his seed into her.

At that age, they didn’t have much control and came fast once they were in her. But they recovered fast and had no problems with seconds or thirds. She was sure some of them had fourth or fifths.

Her guards made her dance and show the boys different positions. She was a cheap teaching machine – the guards only charged 25 cents a fuck. As she lay on her back with a line of teenagers mounting her, she realized they didn’t think of her as a woman, she was just a warm, soft mattress with a convenient hole.

Several nights after the teenagers, she was standing in Display position waiting to be taken to the next bar. A white man came in. He was huge, about 6 feet 5 inches and perhaps 250 pounds. He was wearing a short sleeve t-shirt, tight jeans and boots. She could see tattoos and bulging muscles.

“Hi Big Al. This is Bitch.”

He looked at her collar and laughed as he read her nametag. Then he drove a fist into her belly and she doubled up gasping for air. He pulled her upright by her hair and hit her twice more. This time the nipples on her breasts were the targets for his iron hard fists.

She fell to the floor and curled up in a ball. A kick on her ass shoved her several feet along the floor and the cattle prods brought her to her feet again.

“Display position.”

“Big Al is going to be your pimp. You’ll walk the streets for him and he’ll bring you back here after every shift.”

He handed her a halter-top and told her to put it on. It was sheer material and very tight. Her nipples showed clearly. Then he gave her a skirt. It was a mockery of clothing. Just a few inches long and barely covered her pussy.  There were 4 or 5 inches of bare flesh between the halter and the skirt. Next were open toed shoes with 4-inch heels.

She could see herself in the mirror – a shameless whore. Obviously for sale.

He snapped a lead onto her collar and took her away.

Her work place turned out to be under a street light near a seedy motel next to an alley.

She had a room in the motel. A chair and a double bed with a plastic cover but no sheet. The room had a bathroom with a toilet and a cold-water shower with real soap. It was a palace compared to her sleeping spot in the warehouse.

Big Al gave her orders.

“You stand under the street light. When a car stops, you tell the john that its $20 for a blowjob, $50 for a pussy fuck or $100 for an ass fuck. They can use the alley or the motel. The john pay you and you come over to me and give me the money. Then you service him. If the john is worried about his car, point to me and say I’ll keep it safe.”

“If there is more than 1 man in the car, call for me and I’ll set a price.”

“Don’t ever get in a car.”

Her first customer wanted a blowjob in the alley but he made her strip naked and felt her up before she knelt and swallowed his cock.

The second man took her pussy from behind while standing against the wall of the alley. He let her keep her skirt – such as it was – but made her take off the halter.

The third man rode her hard in the motel and slapped her breasts. She complained about the slapping to Big Al but he just shrugged and said: ”Get used to it.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur. She was tired and grateful to be home when Big Al returned her to the warehouse. She decided it was worse than the bars. Yes, she had serviced fewer men but the humiliation of selling herself over and over was worse than just waiting for a string of men to take her. And standing naked all night was better than having to strip for each new man.

But there was nothing she could do about it. Sometimes, if business was slow, Big Al would order her to lift her skirt and display her pussy to the passing traffic. That was really humiliating. A respectable middle-aged woman showing her pussy to any one that went by. But she obeyed. Big Al had a temper and was free with his fists and feet. He was careful not to damage her face but she pissed blood after one beating. And the customers wouldn’t notice a cigarette burn on the underside of her breast or the inside of her vulva.

She remembered the magic number of 100 ass fucks. Big Al was supposed to be reporting the nightly usage and the gang claimed to be keeping track of the total. She didn’t trust either of them but what could she do about it?

Her belly was beginning to swell and her breasts were becoming very tender when instead of chaining her to her sleeping spot, the gang members handcuffed her hands behind her back.

“Congratulations, you’ve done 100 ass fucks and we are taking you home.”

They shaved her head and pussy so that she was new born naked. Then they used red paint to print SLUT on top of one breast, BITCH on top of the other, and WHORE running down her belly from below her breasts to her shaved pussy. She would find that the paint wouldn’t wash off with soap and water. Only repeated scrubbing with turpentine would remove it.

They left her collar locked on and put her in a van. When they shoved her out, she found it was broad daylight and she was standing in front of her condominium building.