My training as a Bitch...

I was driving not so fast that early evening.
A light breeze was touching my face; my nipples were getting hard and tingling with excitement; I could feel the moisture between my thighs in anticipation of what was to come in that motel.

I decided to wear a tight skirt, white blouse and a jacket.
My Black Master had hired a nice hotel room for us and I had got truly excited when I heard his deep voice in the phone, saying he would love to fuck me that same evening, during all night long…
Hubby was of course coming back from his office at this time; but I had cooked a delicious meal for him and had left a note on the table, telling him he should not wait for me awaken…

All of a sudden, I was a bit unsure about the directions.
I had thought that Jerome had said to turn right, but now I was unsure.
I checked up my phone, but that thing was dead. No more battery.
So, I searched for a place to call Jerome and clarify how to get there.

I saw a restaurant up ahead and decided that there I could find a phone. So I pulled over into the parking lot.
Walking in a hurry, I did not notice the line of motor bikes parked there. I rushed through the door, saw the phone near the ladies’ room ad called my Black Master. After getting the right directions, I told him that I would be there in twenty minutes…

As I hung up the phone and turned, I saw two huge men blocking the path to the door. Both were bearded, bald headed and with tattoos all over their strong arms. Both worn greased stained shirts and jeans.

I looked at both men and tried to move past them. But the larger one grabbed my arm and twisted it at my back. I protested, but I was dragged towards another man sitting at the bar.
I then became aware of the surroundings. There were in the restaurant at least twenty men, all of them huge, bald and bearded, wearing greased jeans and with lustful looks in their eyes.

I begged them to let me go, since my husband was waiting for me; but I was pulled face to face with the huge man at the bar. I guessed he would be the leader. This man asked me who had given permission to enter his place…
I explained my situation of being lost and the need to use the phone, but this big man told me to keep quiet. He said that a fine should be paid for trespassing his territory.

I quickly opened my purse and took out all of the money, more than six hundred bucks I had, handing it to this man, Parker…
He laughed and the bastard informed me that six hundred bucks was not even close to let me go… I needed to pay more.

A crowd of filthy men gathered around and Parker asked them what he should do. I could not believe the vile, sexual acts being offered as payment. Finally, Parker held up his hand and the crowd fell silent.

I suddenly was grabbed by strong hands and pulled to a small area used for a dance floor. I tried to hold on my jacket; but in just two seconds they stripped me off, leaving me just in my high heels, since I had decided not to wear even a thong to meet my Black Master.

And I felt my cunt starting to get wet in front of these hungry wolves.
I covered my mound with both hands, feeling my nipples getting erect from the fear of my fate…
The crowd cheered up and most men laughed; I could see the lust in their hungry looks. I was pushed down to the floor.

Parker poked at me on the floor with his boot and explained
that I had not raised enough money to pay my fine for trespassing.
I was pulled to my feet and my hands tied together. I struggled as a rope then pulled my arms over my head and I was pulled into the air until my feet were barely touching the floor.
A rope then was attached to each ankle, so they were pulled apart.

I could feel the cool air on my naked cunt, as all these men, including some women, were gathering around me.
Parker announced the price for my freshly shaven cunt, double for my tight asshole; but my tits were for free…
He added of course, he would be the first to enjoy my tiny butthole…
The men began to line up in front and back.

I closed my eyes and felt my wet cunt stabbed first as her tits were grabbed and pulled from behind. Some dirty hands pulled my body hard onto his cock and at the same time other hands painfully spread my ass cheeks to allow a hard double penetration.
My screams became loud as I felt that first cock invading my anus.
As he was sodomizing me so hard, Parker whispered in my ear that he had never enjoyed a married ass so tight like mine…
After the fourth double teaming, I just fainted.

When I awoke, the restaurant was almost empty; but I was still hanging from the rope. I could feel the pain in both my ass and cunt. Of course, I sensed streams of fresh cum oozing out from my holes, sliding down my legs to the floor.
I looked down at my ravaged body and suddenly a woman knelt down between my spread thighs and began licking my sore cunt. She said her name was Patty and she was Parker’s girlfriend. As she flicked her tongue into my both ruined holes, she said that she loved tasting men’s cum, mixed with pussy juices from a married whore.

Peter walked up to me and shoved his hard cock up my sore cunt, as his filthy girlfriend licked my sore asshole. While the bastard pounded me so hard again, he said that I had not made enough money; so, with great regret, he had sold my body to another motorcycle gang.

Behind this bastard, I saw a huge black man paying another guy some bucks and walking towards me. Parker came in my cunt and he slipped out smiling, as he kissed his girlfriend Patty’s red lips.
I struggled against the ropes, realizing the worst was yet to come.

I begged the giant black man almost in tears to let me free.
But this new bastard just slapped me hard across the face and
ordered me to shut up. I looked at him. He was handsome, very tall, with massive arms that hung at his sides. He worn leather pants and just a vest that revealed a muscular chest.
He cut the ropes and held me in his arms, since my legs were shaking and very weak. The black guy looked me into my eyes and said his name was Vic; he added that I was his property now…

He put a collar dog around my neck, saying I should be treated like a bitch from now own. I started to cry in tears, pleading for mercy with this black man. He just smiled, telling me to stay silent.
Vic tightened his grip of the leash that was tied to the collar in my neck and he slapped my buttocks hard, making me cry and sob.
The new bastard had a riding crop in his hand and I felt him hitting my putt and thighs repeatedly, as he enjoyed doing it.
I finally screamed that I would do anything he asked, anything to stop the beating. He then stopped the punishment and ordered me to get on all fours, since I was his “Bitch” and I was supposed to act like one.
So I got on my hands and knees, crawling behind Vic, sobbing as the huge black man led me outside to a waiting dark van.

Vic pulled me into the van and told me to start servicing his friends.
I looked around and saw three other black men sitting there, leather pants unzipped and massive hard cocks waving in the air.
They argued about who would be first enjoying my red lips; but the one closest to me grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees.

The bastard then pushed my head down to his black cock.
At first I tried to resist; but some hard slaps cross my face convinced me to do as I was ordered. So I slowly opened my red lips and took the hard cock into my wet mouth.
My Black Master’s cock was even larger and thicker than this one.
But then I felt that dick growing larger into my mouth.
Luckily for me, this first black bastard suddenly began to shoot buckets of cum down my throat, making me gag a little. I coughed but quickly swallowed all of his cum; pressure on my head was released.
Before I could catch my breath, I was pulled to the next man, to repeat the same process.

As Vic drove, I sucked each of these three men, at least twice.
When they were completely spent and satisfied with my oral skills, Vic pulled the van and I serviced his very huge massive black cock.

After he was done, I was allowed to rest on the floor of the van.
I awoke when the van stopped.
Vic pulled my leash and led me out from the van, again crawling.
The place was a king of large garden, with several tents set up.
Vic said it was a sex carnival and I would be the star attraction.
I was led to a tent.

He attached the leash to a steel ring secured on the ground.
I was told to get on all fours, with my ass and cunt towards the front of the tent. I began sobbing and stiffened as I felt the first cock entering my dry sore asshole. I braced myself for the worst. The intruder pounded my anus very hard, until he flooded my bowels with cum.
This first stranger relaxed and he pulled out.
Someone else soon grabbed my hips and I braced myself as my cunt was immediately filled and pounded hard.

I had to remain on all fours during hours, as the assault of her asshole and cunt continued almost without stopping. I lost count of the number of times my both holes had been ravaged so brutally.
Later in my ordeal, some men began to use my mouth also.

As darkness fell, the line of men decreased, until the last man complained my both holes were too loose…
I thought that Vic was done with me; but he attached the leash to the collar in my neck and he led me to another tent.
There inside, Vic told something to the tattoo artist and he pushed me down to a bed. I jumped at the first touch of the tattoo needle, but Vic quickly slapped my face, ordering me to remain still.

The tattoo artist kept working, as the pain was almost unbearable. When he finished, I was ordered to look into a mirror.
I had written “Vic’s Bitch” on one of my buttocks.
The black bastard smiled, asking me if I liked my new status.

I weakly smiled at him, as I was thinking that, luckily for me, my beloved hubby was also called Victor, just like this bastard ****er.
I thought that I could convince my beloved man that I had got this tattoo for him, because he knew I was Jerome’s bitch…

Vic guessed my thoughts, asking me how I could explain my husband about who was “Vic” and why I was “his Bitch…”
I laughed at the bastard for the very first time, saying it was not his problem. Vic did not like my answer and he slapped me in the face.

The big black man dragged me to another tent and he made get on fours again; he then shoved his massive black cock deeply into my sore ruined asshole. He sodomized me hard, barking at me I was a slutty married bitch and deserved to be treated like one…

As he fucked me so brutally, I heard a female smile behind me and some dog barking. As Vic filled my anus with warm cum and he pulled out, he kissed his black friend.
That bitch was holding a huge Lab with a leash.
I was ordered to stay on all fours and suddenly the Lab approached me, to sniff my abused holes. I then felt the dog crawl up my back and
begin humping me, until he found his mark in my poor sore cunt.

I screamed loud as the tightness on the dog’s red **** entered me, expanding my very sore ruined vagina to new widths.
Before the Lab could finish with me, I just passed out.

I awoke at my front door; still naked, but covered in a warm blanket.
I began to weep as I felt the tattoo’s pain on my buttock and got on my feet, stumbling as I entered the living room.
Victor was not there in sight; I went directly to have a warm shower.
I looked in the mirror; my body was filled with scratches, red marks and love bites. My swollen pussy lips were red and my stretched asshole was burning in pain.

While I patted myself dry, I heard Victor enter the house.
I stiffened, realizing I should tell him the truth, after been absent two days form home. I went out totally naked from the bathroom.

Victor was staring at my naked body, with an evil grin in his face.
My eyes widened, as my hubby shoved one finger inside my sore and cum filled cunt.
He had the riding crop in his hand and he smiled at Vic, my last owner, who was standing close to him.

Victor then shook hands with that bastard ****er, thanking him for the successful training of his “Bitch”…