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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 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.
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