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This erotic story of a road trip was written by me, Shon
Richards.  Please do not reprint on your website, blog, love
letters to your lover etc without asking me first.  I have yet to
refuse a reprint but let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards@yahoo.com.  I am easily
approachable and delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/ 
  
"Road Trip Slave"
By Shon Richards



	Penny hated road trips.  Her parents would take all the kids on
a biweekly trip to some god-forsaken plantation or mountain that
was supposed to be educational.  For Penny, that meant sitting in
the back seat between her two younger brothers and staring
straight ahead at endless miles of highway.  She remembered the
way her father's chain-smoking stung her eyes and her mother's
insistence that there be no bathroom stops because public
restrooms were filthy.  To Penny, traveling meant sore bladders,
watery eyes and non-stop annoying brother babble.

	Yet here she was, standing on a street corner because the
Society had told her to be here for a six hour road trip.  Penny
was grateful to the Society for a lot of things but this command
almost made her quit.  Sure, they had saved the twenty-eight year
old from fetish clubs, stalker dominants and the slow grind of
gossiping with other submissives, but a road trip?  The thought
of sitting in a car for six hours was making her eyes itch like a
triggered trauma.  This time, the Society was asking too much.

	She picked up her small travel bag and put it right back down. 
Penny wanted to run home, come up with some sort of excuse for
her slut Blog and skip out of this assignment.  She stayed where
she was.  The Society would know.  Even if there was a chance she
could lie and get away with it, the idea of being caught and
kicked out was too much to contemplate.  How could she possibly
return to her dull data entry job without the promise of wild
unknown adventures that the Society provided every weekend?

	A red SUV pulled up.  Dark tinted windows rolled down to show a
thin man that was around Penny's age.  His hair was cut short to
a brown buzz cut but it was his green eyes that captured her
attention.  The eyes reminded her of her cat when he was about to
pounce on a new cat toy.  Penny actually relaxed.  Perhaps this
road trip won't be as boring as she thought.

	"Going anywhere special this fine Georgia day?" the man asked.

	The code phrase was correct, so Penny answered with the prepared
response.  "Anywhere that has a warm cock or a wet pussy is fine
with me."

	A woman leaned across from the passenger's side to look over the
shoulder of the driver.  The woman's short red hair framed her
pale face like cupped hands.  A smatter of freckles softened the
woman's face but the eyes were just as hungry as the man's.  

	"We have both honey," the woman said.  "Get your ass in the car
already."

	Penny refrained from smiling and just nodded.  Oh yes, this
would not be like her parent's trips at all.

	The back seat was softer and more plush than Penny has expected.
 It ran the entire width of the van and had seatbelts for three
people.  She couldn't help think of her brothers cramming in with
her but she shook that thought off.  Instead she thought about
how easy it would be to get fucked in this back seat and which of
the two people here would fuck her first.  Penny placed her bet
on it being the woman.

	"Sit in the middle honey so we can get a good look at you," the
woman said.

	Penny groaned but did as she was told.  Memories flooded her but
she focused on the present.  At least neither of them appeared to
be smokers.  She reminded herself that she was twenty-eight now
and not the badgered twelve year old who was condemned to
thoughtlessly obey her parents.  Well, she still obeyed people
but it was by choice.  Submission can be a real mental head-trip
sometimes.
    
	Penny sat up straight and did her best to show off the clothes
the Society had picked for her.  She smoothed out the black skirt
that came just shy of her knees.  Light pantyhose covered the
rest of her legs, creating the illusion of being more tanned than
she was.  She stuck out her chest to show off her curves inside
the white button down shirt she was wearing.  A toss of her head
shook out her long blonde hair that fell past her shoulders. 
Penny lifted her head slightly to expose her throat and show off
the charm necklace that all the Society sluts wore.  The charms
told everyone who knew the code just what Penny liked, what she
craved, what she feared and what she could not do.  

	The woman looked at her neck and nodded in satisfaction.  The
man looked at her through the rear view mirror and those green
eyes flashed with a hunger that was more like starvation.  These
two were going to devour her, Penny was sure of it.  The man
started to drive and head towards the interstate.

	"My name is Joan," the redhead said.  "My husband here is Earl.
Your name is slut of course."

	Penny nodded.  "Of course."  

	"Now Slut, let me explain why you are here," Joan continued. 
"We're going to visit Earl's family this weekend and they live in
South Carolina.  It's a long boring drive on I-20, one of the
dullest roads you have ever been on.  Your job slut, will be to
entertain us."

	Penny smiled.  "Gladly, Ma'am."

	Earl laughed and the evil tone of that chuckle told Penny she
had done something wrong.  Joan blinked and smiled.  The smile
didn't touch her eyes.

	"Call me Joan, slut," she said.  "Ma'am is for someone far
older, wouldn't you agree?  Now lift that skirt of yours and show
us your panties."

	Penny raised her skirt to reveal the dark red thong the Society
had specified.  Joan looked at Penny's crotch with a critical
eye.  It was always strange for Penny to be examined like this as
well as humiliating.  She wondered what Joan was looking for; if
there was some quality that penny was lacking or possessed.  It
also caused Penny to blush as thought about how much she wanted
to have that unknown attribute.  Nothing in the world would make
her happier than to have a pussy pleasing to Joan, and that
desire is never easy to accept but impossible to deny.

	"Pull your thong aside and let me get a look at your cunt."

	Penny obeyed again.  Joan looked at her sex for a few tense
minutes before holding the wheel so Earl could look as well. 
Penny tried to calm herself but her heart was racing as the man
reached out and ran his finger along her cunt.  His fingertips
brushed her neatly trimmed hair and glided so teasingly briefly
over her nether lips.  He smiled and said nothing as he turned
around to continue driving.

	"Unbutton your shirt, slut," Joan commanded.

	Penny glanced at the windows and Joan laughed.  "Don't worry
slut.  We've had plenty of fun in this van and no one has seen
anything we didn't want them to see.  Now open your shirt before
I lose my patience."

	She just had to trust them, didn't she?  Penny opened her shirt
slowly, starting at the top and parting it as she worked.  Her
white lace bra cupped her breasts and held them tightly.  As the
full weight of her breasts was revealed, Joan whistled and Earl
snuck a glance through the mirror.  

	"Wow, how big are they?" Earl asked.

	"34C" Penny said.  Men always wanted to know the numbers.  She
wondered if there was some sort of notebook they kept on the size
of tits that had seen.

	"Reach behind you and get out the white cooler, slut," Joan told
her.

	Penny looked behind her into the trunk area.  Nestled between
two suitcases was a large red cooler and a small white cooler
that could barely hold a six pack of drinks.  She pulled it out
and set it down beside her.  At Joan's urging, Penny opened the
lid and looked inside.  Her thighs clenched together as she saw
the travel supplies these two had decided to bring.

	The first item to catch her eye were the clover clamps that were
sitting on top of a layer of ice.  Penny grimaced.  Clover clamps
were unforgiving and impossible to ignore.  She rooted around the
ice and found a red dildo that was somehow colder than the ice
around it.  There was also a black ball gag and a black pair of
panties immersed in the ice.  

	"Take off your shirt and bra and put on the clamps honey," Joan
instructed.  "Put them on your nipples so Earl can have a nice
big erection while he drives."

	Earl snorted.  "You are so kind, dear."  He aggressively passed
a moving truck with a vengeance.  Penny fought back the smile
that almost emerged.  Safe in the backseat, she liked the idea of
teasing the couple.  Now that she knew how much Earl liked the
clamps, they weren't so scary. 

	Penny stripped off her shirt slowly and removed her bra even
slower.  She took her time as she folded her shirt.  Earl's eyes
stared at her from the rear view mirror.  As cars zoomed by,
Penny picked up an ice cold clover clamp.  She meet Earl's eyes
through the mirror and placed the frozen clamp on her nipple and
locked it in.

	She screamed.  The rubber tips were so damn cold and the clamp
was so damn tight on her nipple.  Earl and Joan said nothing but
both of them were smiling.  

	"The other one, now," Earl said.  His need to hurt her was clear
in his tone.

	Penny grabbed the other clamp and winced as the movement tugged
her sensitive nipple.  She fought through the pain and fastened
the icy clamp onto her other tit.  A scream erupted from her
throat and echoed in the large SUV.  She slammed her head back
against the seat and then cried out again as her clamped tits
jiggled.  

	"Be careful with your speed, dear," Joan said.

	"I am," Earl said though Penny could feel the car slow down
significantly.  "Traffic is just light today."

	"We're lucky.  Remember how it was last year"

	Earl and Joan spent the next half hour talking about last year's
traffic and other trips that they had taken in their marriage. 
Penny was confused.  Here she was clamped and freezing in the
back seat and they were discussing bad drivers from years past? 
A bump in the road made Penny's breasts bounce and she bit down
on her lip to keep from screaming again.  The clamps hurt where
they were pinching her but the frozen clamps also hurt her where
they lay against her breasts.  For a frightening moment she
worried that the metal clamps might freeze against her skin but
the infrequent bumps of the road quickly proved how unstuck the
clamps were.  They bounced and wiggled against her chest in
random bursts of pain.  

	Through the pain Penny tried to find a focus.  The passing cars
and rolling landscape were too fluid to concentrate on.  Joan was
sitting back in her seat talking to Earl about everything but
Penny.  For comfort Penny focused on the green eyes of Earl that
she would catch in the rear view mirror.  Most of the time they
would ignore her but sometimes, he would look at her and her
tortured tits.  Just that small knowledge that someone was
enjoying her ordeal made her suffering easier.  At least until
the next bump in the road.

	"How long have you been with the Society?" Joan asked.  

	"Four years," Penny answered.  "May I ask how long you two have
been?"

	"Earl has been a member for about five years, I joined two years
before him," Joan said.  "We meet at a Society event actually."

	"Really?  Were one of you a slut?"    

	"Yes.  Can you guess which one?"

	Penny laughed and then winced as the clamps bit harder from the
jiggling.  "I wouldn't dare guess."

	"I'll make it interesting for you," Joan offered.  The feral
look was back in her eyes.  "Guess correctly, and you can remove
one of those clamps."

	Penny swallowed.  Earl was obviously a sadist, but then Penny
had met sadistic sluts before.  Joan hated to be called Ma'am,
which might mean she was vain about her age.  That didn't help
Penny much as both sluts and users had their vanity streaks. 
Maybe the fact that Joan has been a member longer meant she was
the slut.  There was no telling but at least it was a fifty-fifty
shot.

	"I think you were the slut, Joan."

	Joan laughed and her smile was very cruel indeed.  "You guessed
wrong.  Earl was the slut.  Now reach behind you and open the
other cooler.  I'm in the mood for some water.  You need anything
dear?"

	"No, I'm good," Earl said.  

	Penny was grateful for small favors.  She twisted around and
bent over the backseat to reach the cooler.  When she reached
down to the cooler, her clamps pulled her tits painfully towards
the floor.  Tears clouded her vision while she sorted through the
ice for the water bottles.  When she found one, she whimpered
when she realized it was attached to a plastic ring with other
bottles.  As the car hit more bumps in the road, and the clamps
pulled her breasts in new directions, Penny struggled to pull the
water bottle free of the ice and the plastic ring.  When it
finally broke free, Penny collapsed into her seat and handed the
water to Joan.

	"Look how flushed she is, Earl," Joan said.

	The hungry eyes drank in her pain from the mirror.  "You know
what?  I think I do want a bottle of water after all."

	Penny groaned but did as she was told.  It felt like Earl hit
every road bump in Georgia as she hung over the backseat.  She
retrieved his water and collapsed back into her seat.  Earl took
the water and continued the earlier conversation like nothing had
happened.

	"I was a slut for the Society when I met Joan," Earl said.  "She
was hosting a party for her vanilla friends and the Society had
assigned me as a bartender.  Only Joan and I knew that I was
wearing a vicious butt-plug while I was serving drinks to her
friends."

	"Earl was so sweet and proper, like right out of an erotic slave
novel," Joan said.  The pride in her voice told Penny how much
Joan loved Earl.  "I fucked him once during the party because he
was so delicious and then fucked him the rest of the night once
the party was over."

	"Well dear, we also talked between fuckings," Earl said.  "I
never talked so much in my entire life.  It was so weird to find
someone else who loved Marlon Brando movies, Mexican food and
European pop music as much as I.  It was love at first
spanking."

	"How did you two stay together?" Penny asked.  "The Society
always told me that it was forbidden to contact other members
that I meet."

	Joan and Earl looked at each other and some sort of silent
communication happened between them.  Joan nodded and then
explained it to Penny.

	"We didn't see each other again for three months.  I was
depressed and so was Earl.  We wrote about each other constantly
in our journals that we kept for the Society.  I must admit, I
was a bit nastier than I should have been to some of the sluts
they sent me.  Earl was the same way, except he was passive
aggressive to his users.  One day, I received a command from the
Society that told me I was going to take Earl in to live with me
for a month.  I couldn't have been happier!  At the end of the
month, the society kept telling us to extend it to another month
and then another, which at that point we went ahead and got
engaged."

	"I'm just relieved they let us stay," Earl said.  "For awhile
there, I felt like they were putting us together and kicking us
out."

	Joan shook her head.  "I always knew they would take us back. 
They just wanted to let us test our romance.  Once they saw we
were for real, they knew better than to waste us."

	"I didn't know till they sent us our wedding presents," Earl
sighed.  "A blonde and an Asian woman handcuffed together
appeared at our honeymoon hotel room.  That made for a festive
week!"

	Joan laughed.  "The first time I saw you spank Keiko, I knew the
Society would find uses for us.  Earl here was a closet sadist
and has spent the last four years catching up."

	Earl's eyes looked at Penny through the mirror.  "Speaking of
which, why don't you put on the gag now slut?" 

	Penny nodded and opened the smaller cooler again.  The ball gag
was black and shiny from the icy water it been submerged in.  She
placed the ball in her mouth and silently squealed as she bit
down on the frozen rubber.  The strap went around her head and
she snapped it in place.  The cold leather pressed against her
cheeks and head but it was nothing compared to the cold of the
gag.  It was like being forced to bite down on an ice cube that
wouldn't melt.

	"Now slut," Joan said, "Grab both nipple clamps in your hands
and when I say three, release both of them from your breasts. 
Understand?"

	Penny groaned behind her gag and nodded.

	"One."

	"Two."

	Joan paused, waiting for a nice clear stretch of highway so Earl
could watch through the mirror.  Penny bit down harder in
anticipation while her fingers curled around the clamps.  This
was going to hurt.

	"Three."

	Penny popped the clamps off and the blood rushed back to her
nipples.  The pain shot through her, traveling over her breasts,
clenching her eyes shut and making her pussy wetter than she
could have imagined it being.  Screaming was impossible with the
ball gag but that didn't stop her from trying.  A muffled scream
came out sounding more pathetic than anything else.  She
shuddered and resisted the urge to grab her tender breasts.  Her
eyes opened to see Earl's eyes still staring at her.  He drank in
every whimper and every shudder.  

	"Lift your skirt and take off your panties, slut," Joan
commanded.  Penny was happy for any distraction and quickly
stripped off her panties.  She rolled her skirt up as best she
could to show off her cunt.  It was only when she had finished
exposing herself that she realized there was still a cooler full
of toys to be played with.

	"How much longer till we stop for a rest?" Joan said.

	Earl sighed with the heavy weight that comes from having the
same conversation for years.  "Dear, you know I like to take a
break every two hours to stretch our legs and prevent cramping. 
Our next scheduled break is in fifty minutes.  According to
Mapquest, we should be near a town that we can pull into and use
the restrooms if needed."

	"Fine, fine," Joan said.  "Slut, get the dildo and fuck yourself
for an hour."

	"Don't climax!" Earl added.

	"Of course not," Joan said.  "I'm going to play some music for
awhile.  I-20 is so fucking boring."

	Penny listened to the conversation as she pulled the dildo out
of the cooler.  It was freezing to the touch of course.  It just
going to be painful at first but that was nothing new in her
experiences with the Society.  Complaining would be useless as
well as impossible with the gag on.  Joan had given her an order
and that was all there was to it.

	She spread her legs as wide as the skirt would allow and gripped
the dildo with both hands.  Joan turned on the radio and picked
up a 90's nostalgia station.  Earl was driving and passing a long
line of slow trucks.  They were ignoring her and the icy trauma
she was about to commit.  Penny groaned and bit down harder on
the ball gag.

	The only way to do it was quickly.  She slammed the dildo into
her and screamed into her gag.  The ice opened her.  Penny
breathed hard for a few seconds, her nostrils flaring.  She
slowly pulled the dildo out and slammed it back into her. 
Sensations alternated between pain and numbness as she fucked
herself.  The dildo was cold, harsh, terrible and intense.

	The two in the front ignored her while Penny abused herself in
the back.  It reminded her of the callousness of her parents but
then, Penny never got to masturbate in her parents' car!  To her
delight, the dildo warmed up in no time and pretty soon Penny was
grunting with arousal.  Grunge music blasted from the radio while
the dildo slid in and out.  

	An orgasm threatened to over take Penny but she slowed down.  It
was harder than she thought it would be.  She wanted to climax. 
She wanted to loose herself in an orgasm.  She wanted to feel hot
and sweaty after so much ice play.  Instead, Penny slowed down
her thrusts and stared at the traffic and endless trees.  The
thrusting didn't stop.  She had her orders.  She would fuck
herself till she was told to stop.  Penny forgot about her
family, forgot about the two people up front, and she forgot
about her hatred of traveling.  All she had to do was fuck, and
Penny lost herself happily in the act of perpetual masturbation.

	"Stop now, slut," Joan said.  They were pulling into a Georgia
rest stop.  Rows of parked cars lined the stop with people
stumbling out and stretching their sore legs.  Penny pulled her
dildo out and sighed with relief.  Thank God for tinted windows.

	"Put your bra and shirt back on," Earl said.  "And put on the
thong in the cooler."  

	Earl turned in his seat so he could watch her directly.  Penny
smiled at him and got dressed.  She took her time not to tease
him but because she dreaded putting on the frozen thong.  Joan
got out of the car, obviously not as interested in the show as
Earl was.  Once her shirt was buttoned; all that was left was the
dreaded thong.  

	It was colder than the dildo.  The sheer material had been
soaking in the cooler and parts of the material were frozen
outright.  Penny stretched the thin thong out and slid it up her
legs.  Her thighs clenched as the thong left wet streaks up her
legs.  When the thong finally reached her cunt and screamed into
the gag.  The ice pressed against her sex and up the crack of her
ass.  She squirmed but it was no use.  You just couldn't escape
something pressed into her crotch like that.

	"Take off the gag and take a walk around the rest stop," Earl
said.  "I want you limber and ready for when we start driving
again."

	Penny nodded but Earl was already leaving the van.  She popped
the gag off her mouth and stretched her jaw.  For a moment she
forgot to pull down her skirt but luckily she remembered before
opening the door.  Penny stepped outside and groaned as the icy
thong found new places to freeze on her skin.

	The people at the rest stop were oblivious to what Penny was
suffering.  Kids raced to the snack machines while weary parents
made halfhearted attempts to keep them in check.  A group of
senior citizens got in front of Penny and slowed her walk to a
crawl.  Walking slower just made the ice feel like it was sitting
on her cunt so she walked into the grass and around them.  A dog
ran up to her and Penny had to side step the yapping beast
awkwardly till it's owner ran up to her rescue.  She didn't even
hear his apology; she was too focused on getting back to walking
and hopefully melting the damn ice that encased her pussy.

	Halfway along the path that surrounded the rest stop, Penny
realized she got her wish.  She felt the trickle of water sliding
down her thighs and past her knees.  The melting ice was leaving
long glistening tracks down her legs!  Penny blushed with horror.
 She had to get back to the SUV!

	The walk back was humiliating.  A group of college guys
snickered as she walked past and Penny could only imagine what
they assumed the wet drips could be.  Did they think she was so
horny that her pussy was leaking?  Did they think she had pissed
herself?  Or worse, did these young guys somehow know she had ice
shoved into her crotch and it was melting?  What kind of stories
were they going to be talking about when they get home?

	Which of them was going to jack off thinking about her tonight?

	Penny shivered and not all of the shivering was from the ice. 
She got back to the SUV and tried to open it.  It was locked.

	Ten long minutes passed by.  Penny stood outside the car like a
locked out teenager.  The Georgia sun warmed her completely and
also soaked her legs in melted ice.  She ignored the stares of
passing families and she turned her face away from the college
guys when they drove out.  When Earl and Joan finally emerged
from the rest area, Penny couldn't help smiling in relief.  She
felt like a puppy who's owners were finally returning.

	Joan used the remote key chain to open the doors.  Earl
surprised Penny by opening the back door and climbing in.  He sat
in the center where Penny had furiously masturbated.  Earl
slapped his lap and looked at her.

	"Over my lap, now," he said.  

	Penny looked around to see if anyone was watching.  Someone was.
 She spotted a husband sitting in his car while he waited for his
family.  He was looking at her absent mindedly but now that he
saw she was looking at him, he was watching her closely.  It
didn't help that Joan was standing by the back door, ready to
close it behind Penny.

	"Now, slut," Earl growled.

	There are times in the Society when it is just best to obey. 
Penny climbed into the backseat.  Her skirt rode up and she knew
that the watching husband saw a flash of black thong between her
thighs.  She climbed on all fours into the van and crawled over
Earl's lap.  When her ass was directly over his crotch, he pushed
down on her and stopped her crawling.  She could feel his cock
beneath his pants and it was very hard.  Her legs were hanging
outside the van till Joan pushed them upwards till they folded
against her knee.  The door slammed and Penny tried to relax her
legs but the most they would uncurl was into a ninety degree
angle.

	Penny cried out when Earl reached under her chest and grabbed
one of her breasts.  She was still sensitive from the nipple
clamps but Earl didn't mind.  His fingers sunk into her flesh;
grinding her tit together.  His other hand lifted her skirt and
exposed her ass as well as the evil soaked thong.  Penny clenched
her ass in anticipation and Earl laughed.  

	Joan got in the driver's seat.  She adjusted the mirror so she
could watch Penny's ass.  "Have fun dear, but remember to leave
something for me."

	Earl dragged his fingernails over Penny's ass.  "If I know you
Jo, you'd rather I left you with next to nothing.  You always
like them better when they are ready to collapse."

	Penny shivered.  The idea of being used and passed around
between these two was making her pussy clench.  She just prayed
they let her cum at all this trip.

	Earl's hand patted her ass gently before coming down hard in a
vicious spank.  Penny grunted and lifted herself by her hands
before relaxing back into a prone position.

	"Oh no, this will not do," Earl said.  "Joan, pass me the
handcuffs please."

	Penny heard something like a glove compartment being opened.  It
made her wonder, how many fetish toys did they have stashed
around the car?  Was there a paddle stashed in the door pockets?
Did they have spare blindfolds in the change compartment?

	"Hands behind your back, slut," Earl commanded.  Penny folded
her hands behind her, which meant she was face down on the seat
smelling the asses of everyone who had ever ridden in the back
seat.  Idly she wondered how many other sluts had masturbated
where her nose was right now.  Earl locked the handcuffs around
her wrists.  Now all of her struggling was going to be the
wiggling kind.  

	Now that her hands were cuffed and her face was buried in the
seat, Earl went back to business.  He reached under and grabbed
Penny's breast again.  Penny waited for him to start spanking her
but Earl teased her by doing nothing for at least two minutes. 
Then out of the blue, he struck her ass with a force she didn't
expect from the thin man.

	"Ouch!" she cried out.

	"Dear, maybe you should gag her?" Joan offered.

	"And deny me her screams?  No, she'll be fine"

	The hand came down again, smacking to the right of Penny's ass.
Her feet kicked and she tapped the window.  Earl didn't notice. 
He was striking her ass slowly, moving around her round bottom in
a clockwise motion.  Penny couldn't get over how slow he was. 
His hand would sting her ass, cop a feel and then move away. 
Sometimes as long as a minute later, he would slap her ass again,
shocking her from the lack of warning.  There was no rhythm or
build up.  He was just spanking her when the mood moved him.  All
she was to him was a toy; like some sort of living squeeze ball.

	Speaking of squeeze balls, his fingers never stopped mauling her
tit.  Sometime he would trap the nipple in his fingers and he
would pinch it for an obscenely long time.  Other times he would
grab her whole breast and crush it like a vice in his hand.  It
was the left breast he was abusing and Penny was wishing he would
share the love with the other breast.  If anything, just to give
her left breast a break.

	This continued on for who knows how long.  The vibration of the
van tried to lull her into a relaxed state but the infrequent
slaps on her ass kept her tense.  Not to mention the constant
groping of her tit was making her very sore.  Earl and Joan
didn't talk at all which was kind of nice.  It allowed Penny to
sink into her own mind.  In between slaps she was nothing more
than a aching breast.  When the hand did slap her ass, she
transformed into a welt covered bottom, tender and sensitive from
the random hits.  Back and forth she changed, alternating from
one abused body part to another.

	At one point, Earl changed tactics.  He grabbed her thong, which
was now soaked for much different reasons than before, and he
gave her a wedgie tug.  The surprise made Penny who was already
very tender, scream and kick her legs.  Her shoes bounced off the
window and Penny was terrified that she had cracked it.

	"You are not breaking my window, slut," Joan said.

	"Sorry," was all Penny could offer.

	Penny heard an unfamiliar sound that was followed by the roar of
the road.  By the wind that was now blowing past her ankles and
exposed ass, Penny realized that Joan had rolled down the window!
 Something loud passes by and Penny wondered if it was a trucker.
 Could people look in the window and see her ass?

	"A little fresh air is always good," Earl says.  Penny didn't
know how to respond but she soon lost her train of thought when
she felt Earl's finger slide into her cunt.

	"Oh fuck!" she cried.  Earl laughed at her but that was okay. 
His finger was inside her and all was right in the world.  Penny
tried not to hump his finger but she couldn't resist.  She got in
three really sensual humps before his finger slipped out.  Right
as she moaned in frustration, he grabbed a handful of her pussy
hair and pulled.

	"Son of a bitch!" 

	"Keep it down slut," Earl admonished.  "The windows are down." 

	He gave her pubic hair a vicious tug.  Penny opened her mouth to
scream but she didn't want to attract any more attention then she
had to.  Inspired by the increased pulling, Penny bit down on the
SUV seat.  It choked her screams as Earl tugged, pulled and
yanked her poor pubis hair.  

	The pain was so intense she didn't notice at first when he
slipped a finger in her cunt.  The sudden invasion made her
groan.  Earl finger fucked her pretty hard but in the back of
Penny's mind, she had to wonder how much longer before he went
back to pulling hair.

	It wasn't long at all.

	With her ass now burning from the slow abuse, Earl turned his
attention to her sex.  A few strokes would get her cunt wet and
ready to be fucked, and then he would pull on her pubic hair till
tears clouded her eyes.  He would stroke her clit with an expert
tenderness until she was humping his leg before pinching one of
her cunt lips and twisting it.  Penny tried to struggle but the
handcuffs and her folded legs just made her squirm.  Considering
how much she felt Earl's cock twitch under her, she knew the
wiggling only encouraged him.

	At some point Earl stopped.  Penny didn't know why but she was
thankful for the chance to catch her breath.  Her thighs were
starting to cramp up from the odd positioning.  Her cunt was a
big wet sore mess that didn't know whether to open up for a cock
or close tight to avoid any more torture.  Thankfully, Earl had
stopped mangling her breast, which gave her over sensitized flesh
a moment to recover.  As grateful as Penny was for the break, she
had to wonder what new torment Earl had in mind.

	"Slut, I'm ready for you to fuck me now," Earl says.

	"Yes, please," Penny says.  This she can do!

	He took her skirt off, unbuttoning and pulling it roughly off
her.  Earl slapped her ass and told her to sit up.  He pulled her
by the hair on her head to encourage her to rise.  Penny winced
but shit, at least it was better than pulling her by her other
hair!  

	The SUV wasn't quite tall enough for the position she's in now.
On her knees with her bare ass and handcuffed hands facing the
open window, Penny had to hunch her neck down to keep from
banging her head.  She watched as Earl removed his pants to
reveal his cock.  Penny licked her lips as he rolled on a condom.
 It wasn't that his cock was big, thick or particularly handsome
as much as it was just a cock.  There was no pain or mind game
when it came to cocks.  They were built to be taken in and
enjoyed.  

	"Mount me slut," Earl says.

	Still handcuffed, Penny swung her leg over Earl's erection.  She
lowered herself onto his cock and groaned with sheer relief as it
entered her.  Finally!  She was so happy she actually giggled. 
The giggling stopped when Earl slapped her ass hard with both
hands.

	"Fuck me slut, and don't you dare slow down," he said.

	She had her orders.  Without the use of her arms, all Penny
could really do was grind.  That appeared to be fine with Earl. 
Back and forth she slid on his cock, resting her weight on Earl's
shoulder.  He kept slapping her ass though, and no matter how
fast she went he kept slapping.  When she realized his spanking
was just part of sex, she slowed down and stopped trying exhaust
herself.  He took her shoulder between his teeth and bit down
hard.  Penny grunted and moaned.  The biting was just another
sensation to mix with the pain and pleasure.

	Penny knew she was going to come only seconds before she did. 
Wow, that was a fast orgasm!  Bliss blossomed in her cunt and
washed over her body to momentarily sooth the sore parts.  Then
Earl slapped both cheeks of her ass and she went back to
grinding.  No rest for the slutty.

	It wasn't easy to keep grinding right after an orgasm but Penny
grinded on.  It wasn't the first time she pushed her cunt passed
the point of sensitivity in the service of the Society.  Her body
was on autopilot as she kept her hips in movement.  

Looking over Earl's shoulder, Penny noticed a couple who were
driving ten feet behind the SUV.  The couple was laughing about
something.  Penny felt a moment of panic as she wondered if they
could see her riding Earl.  She relaxed slightly when she
realized the back window was tinted too.  The couple looked
normal.  They appeared to be the typical average ordinary folks
who go driving on a weekend.  As penny kept grinding on Earl's
cock, she wondered how the couple would react if they could see
her.  Knowing vanilla types, they would probably watch and then
pretend they were offended.  Penny could imagine them speeding
off in indignation and then twenty miles later slowing down to
see if they were still fucking.

Earl grabbed Penny's very tender ass and squeezed hard.  She
froze as the pain overtook her.  A loud moan vibrated through
Earl and she could feel his condom covered cock spasm.  Earl had
finally climaxed and by the death grip he had on her ass, Penny
could tell it had been a good one.  He stopped biting her neck
and gave her a gentle push.  Penny slid off his cock and sat down
beside him.  The condom was slick from her pussy, and filled with
his seed.  She smiled at his cock with pride.  It also made her
feel good to see a cock fucked into orgasm.

"Enjoy yourself?" Joan asked.

"Yes," Earl gasped.

"Your timing is good," Joan said.  "I was just getting ready to
pull in for our mandated two hour rest and fill up the tank."

"You make fun of the rest but you remember that one time in Ohio
when your leg cramped up?  We had to pull into that hick town and
find you some Aleve while you hopped on one leg."

Penny sat beside Earl in a daze.  The couple talked about old
experiences while she just sat there.  Her cunt was so well
fucked it was almost numb.  It hurt her ass to sit but her legs
were sore enough to welcome the chance to sit.  As exhausted as
she was, she couldn't imagine what Joan would do to her when she
got in the back seat.  

"Uncuff the slut so she can get dressed," Joan said.

Earl did so and Penny rubbed her wrists.  "Take off your bra but
leave the shirt on," Joan said.  "Put your skirt back on, but put
the red dildo inside you first."

Earl chuckled.  "Want me to get the water mister?"

"Yes, thank you dear," Joan said.

Penny did as Joan had asked.  She was a little embarrassed by how
easily the red dildo slid back into her well-lubricated cunt. 
Her cunt was so sensitive that Penny had to bite her bottom lip
when she moved around to put her skirt back on.  She was more
hesitant when she buttoned her shirt over her now braless tits. 
The white material was far too thin and her nipples were
straining against the shirt.  She had gone from slut to outright
indecent.

Earl was just as busy.  He cleaned off his condom and put his
pants back on with the ease of a true slut.  Once he was proper
again, he dug around the trunk area and brought out a small water
bottle with a sprayer attached.  He waited impatiently for Penny
to finish; the water bottle cocked and ready.

"Just a light misting," Joan said.  "I want her to look like
she's a sweaty slut."

The mist that came from the sprayer was a tiny amount but it was
still fucking cold.  Penny gasped as Earl soaked her shirt.  He
sprayed her carefully; finding a middle ground between a few
spilled drops of water and a wet t-shirt contest.  Penny saw
where her right areole was visible under the shirt and the curves
of her left breast were sticking to the shirt.  

"Thirsty, slut?" Earl asked.

Penny nodded.

"Open your mouth," he said.  When she did so, he adjusted the
sprayer so it would shoot a solid line of water into her mouth. 
It was an impractical way to drink but Penny was going to take
anything she could get.  She also couldn't shake the image of
Earl shooting his semen into her mouth.  The slut clenched at the
thought and then groaned as the dildo shifted inside her.

Joan stopped at a gas station, pulling right up to the pump.  She
reached into her purse and gave Penny some money.  Penny's
stomach sank as she realized that Joan was going to send her into
the convenience store like she was.  Joan wasn't dressing Penny
for herself, she was dressing her for total strangers.

"Get me a chocolate bar," Joan said.  "Pick up some orange soda
for Earl and pay for our gas."

"Like this?" Penny asked.  She clasped her hand to her mouth as
soon as she said it.  Arguing never led to anything good in a
slut's life.

Joan turned around and smiled that cat's smile again.  "And since
you are paying cash, don't pay until we have filled up the tank,
okay hon?"

Penny nodded.

"Good slut," Joan said.

Penny stepped out of the SUV.  Her knees crumpled for a second
and she almost lost her balance.  It took a moment for her legs
to get used to walking and standing, as opposed to wiggling and
grinding.  The dildo shifted inside her; reminding her of it's
presence with every step.  She made her way into the convenience
store very slowly, took a deep breath and walked in.

She tried to not make eye contact with anyone.  It saved her from
having to look at their faces, but she knew they were watching
her and her damp shirt.  When she passed anyone in the store,
they would stop moving until she went to another aisle. 
Conversation stopped followed by hushed whispers.  Penny's face
burned as she imagined the speculation behind those whispers. 
Did they think she was stoned or did they just think she was a
slut?

One guy tried to find out.  "Hey there," he said.  Penny looked
up to see a young guy wearing a backwards baseball cap.  His eyes
drifted from her face to her nipples to her face again.  "Do you
know the way to Charleston, I'm a bit lost?"

"No," she said brusquely.  As she walked away, she could hear him
mutter, "cock tease".  Penny's face darkened but this time with
anger.  If only that punk knew about the cock she had ridden just
a few minutes ago.  For that matter, if he only knew about the
cock she had inside her right now.

Penny kept looking out the window to see how the gas pumping was
going.  Earl and Joan were outside, walking and laughing as the
gas loaded.  Penny sighed and picked up what she was ordered to.
The dildo shifted inside her with every step.  Standing still
didn't help either, as it only seemed to encourage men to hang
out around her and not move away.

Finally she saw Earl wave to her and signal the gas was done
pumping.  She walked as fast as one could with a dildo jammed in
her twat to the register.  Of course there was a line.  Penny had
to stand still as customers resupplied on drinks, cigarettes and
lottery tickets.  

That is when she felt her dildo slipping out.

The girl clenched her thighs together.  Inch by inch, she could
feel the dildo slipping out.  The walking, the standing and sheer
nerves were expelling the dildo.  What the fuck was going to do
if a big red dildo popped down her skirt and hit the ground? 
Penny could imagine the shock rippling through the line followed
by propositions from horny drivers.  

She felt the dildo slip another inch.

Penny could feel her face burning with embarrassment.  The toy
was coming out too fast.  By the time the guy ahead of her picked
his lottery numbers, she was going to become the most famous slut
this county had ever known.  Running to the bathroom would never
work.  She knew that one brisk walk would shoot the dildo out and
into the candy bar aisle.  

There was only one thing she could do.  Staring at the back of
the guy in front of her, Penny reached down between her legs and
pushed the dildo back in.  She heard a gasp of disbelief behind
her.  A chain of whispers erupted down the line.  Penny wished
she could shut her ears from the snatches of conversation that
drifted to her.  Words like 'pussy', 'shameless' and 'Damn!' bore
witness to the lewd act she had just committed.

The woman at the counter rang her items up without speaking to
her.  What Penny was denied in friendly conversation was made up
for in sneers and disapproving looks.  The store employee shook
her head in silent disgust and gave Penny's visible nipple a
glare when she gave her change back.  Penny's embarrassment
escaladed past humiliation and passed over into a weird zone of
detached curiosity.  Why was the lady afraid to speak to her? 
Was she afraid that her own embarrassment or arousal would be
evident in her voice?  Penny liked to think that was the reason.

Outside of the convenience store it took all of Penny's willpower
not to run back to the SUV.  Earl was standing outside stretching
his legs.  Joan was in the back seat, the door open and waiting
for Penny.  Both of them watched her as she walked to them. 
Their eyes were on her cunt, imaging how the toy inside her was
being grinded by her walking.  Penny felt her humiliation slip
away.  The people in the store couldn't handle even the small
peek of sex she gave them but these two, these two bathed in her
sexuality and couldn't wait to make her groan, grunt and whimper
again.

"Come on in, slut," Joan said.

"Gladly," Penny said.  Earl closed the door behind her.  Penny
relaxed as the walls of the SUV encased and protected her from
the outside world.  She felt she should have been at least a
little afraid now that Joan was in the back with her, but she
couldn't muster the fear.  The world inside the SUV with these
two cruel dominants was much saner than the snickering voyeurs
inside the store.

Joan sat on the far side, behind the front passenger seat.  Penny
noticed that they had moved the front seat up to the maximum
distance so there was a generous amount of legroom for Joan.  She
felt her mouth water as she realized that they weren't making
that much room for Joan's legs.  That space was reserved for
Penny.

"Buckle up," Joan said.  Penny felt disappointment but she did
her best to cover it.  Earl started up the car and pulled back
into the highway.  There was more traffic now as the late
starters began their journeys to who knows where.

"Take our toy out, slut," Joan commanded.  

Penny nodded and obeyed.  She parted her legs and reached under
her skirt.  A groan erupted from her as she pulled the long toy
out.  The red dildo glistened even with the tinted windows
dimming the light.  Joan looked at the dildo with her usual
scrutiny.  Penny didn't know whether to be embarrassed or proud.
She opted for proud.

Earl clicked something and the window beside Penny came down. 
Joan laughed when the slut jumped.  

"Clean my toy," Joan said.  "With your mouth."

"With the window down?" Penny said.  She knew the answer as soon
as she asked.  Without waiting for Joan's response, Penny put the
dildo in her mouth.  

She managed to get most of the fake cock into her mouth much to
Joan's laughing delight.  Penny demonstrated her oral skills very
well until a passing car startled her with a honk.  She choked on
the dildo and without thinking, turned to look at who honked.  It
was a man in another SUV, his eyes bulging and his smile as wide
as his head.  Penny was paralyzed with shock as she realized she
still had the dildo in her mouth.

"Don't you dare duck," Joan hissed.  "Give him a show." 

Penny whimpered with the cock in her mouth.  She made eye contact
with the other driver who was busy trying to stay on the road. 
It wasn't easy to suck a dildo for someone in another car but
Penny soon found the rhythm.  The trick was to only perform when
she actually had his attention.  There was no need to deep throat
a toy when the other driver was trying to avoid crashing into
another car.  Penny managed to cram entire sucking pantomimes
into five-second windows of opportunity.

Eventually Earl lost the other driver when a convoy of trucks
intercepted them.  The window zoomed up and Penny almost
collapsed in her seat.  Her heart was pounding harder than she
could ever remember it doing.  Joan passed her a bottle of water
and Penny eagerly sucked it down.

"Scary wasn't it?" Joan said.  "There is nothing like exposing
yourself to a stranger.  You create a brief connection devoid of
complications or context.  For ever and ever, that man will tell
his buddies about the girl with the red dildo."

"Dangerous too, isn't it?" Penny said.  "We could have crashed,
or he could have called the state police."

Joan leaned across and grabbed penny's thigh.  Her fingers bit
into Penny's flesh.  The slut whimpered and hissed with pain.  

"All very true, slut," Joan said.  "The Society prides itself on
being secretive, and Earl and I have both been reprimanded in the
past.  But you know what?  I think the Society forgets it's part
of the world.  Tell me something slut, are you wet right now?"

"Yes," Penny said.

"Good.  We have to be doing something right.  Earl pull up along
side the truckers.  Let's find our slut someone to flash."

"Yes dear," Earl said.

"You want me to flash them?" Penny said.  

"Well hon, you're halfway there with your shirt.  Just undo your
buttons and give them a nice look at your chest.  Hmm, you're
going to have swap places with me so the drivers can see you."

Joan unfastened her seat belt while Penny opened her shirt.  The
two engaged in some close quarter gymnastics as Penny straddled
Joan for a split second and moved over her.  Their passing
contact gave Joan the chance to catch a nipple in her mouth and
bite it as Penny moved away.  The slut cried out and Joan winked
at her.

The window rolled down as Penny kept her shirt closed.  Earl
drove up next to one of the truckers.  Penny could see that the
guy had noticed her.  The height he was at gave him a perfect
angle to look down at her.  He smiled, almost as if he knew what
was coming.

"Do it slut," Joan urged.  Penny opened her shirt and leaned
towards the window.  The trucker honked his horn in appreciation.
 For a split moment Penny thought the deafening horn was some
sort of omniscient disapproval of her nudity and she closed her
shirt.  The trucker laughed at her while at the same time, Joan
was painfully pinching her thigh.  Only when Penny exposed her
chest again did Joan let go.

"One down, four to go slut," Joan said.

Penny looked at the long line of trucks.  Four more times?  Her
heart was racing for so many different reasons.  It wasn't just
the nudity.  Penny had been nude and worse plenty of times in the
dungeon clubs of Atlanta.  What was so disturbing to her was that
she didn't know these total highway strangers.  They weren't
members of her fetish community, fellow outcasts from the
mainstream.  These strangers WERE the mainstream.  Penny had
never realized how much she had sequestered her sexuality away
from the rest of the world.  

She flashed her tits four more times for the truck convoy.  Each
exposure was easier than the last to the point that Penny was
actually laughing when she flashed the last truck.  The truckers
rewarded her tits with their horns like a sonic climax.  The
piercing loud horns made her tits jiggle from the vibrations. 
That was a singular experience Penny wasn't expecting.  She also
didn't expect the last trucker to take out a camera and snap a
shot of Penny's tits.  It was so surprising to her that she just
sat there as he clicked off five more pictures.

The SUV pulled away from the trucker convoy.  Penny relaxed as
the automatic window rolled up and shut out the world again.  She
was breathing hard with excitement.  Her eyes closed but popped
back open as Joan's hand went under Penny's skirt and stroked her
cunt.

"Oh fuck!" Penny said.  Joan said nothing as she kept stroking
Penny's cunt.  Her fingers plunged deep inside Penny.  The slut
just sat there and enjoyed Joan's nimble attentions.  She didn't
say a word or move a muscle for fear of Joan stopping for any
reason.  Only when her orgasm detonated did she allow herself to
moan.  Her moan started low but grew louder as the fingers teased
every last bit of pleasure out of her.

"Get on the floor board, slut," Joan commanded.  Penny dragged
her exhausted body down to the floor of the SUV.  Although there
was more room than usual in a car, it was still a tiny space. 
Penny crossed her legs compressed herself as much as possible.  

Watching Joan shimmy out of her jeans and panties was more than
enough inspiration.  The freckles that dominated her face were
also present on her pale legs.  A tiny tuft of red hair decorated
her cunt.  Joan swung one leg over Penny's shoulder and slid
across the backseat.  She then grabbed Penny's blonde hair and
yanked the slut to her crotch.  

Penny heard the window rolling down again but she didn't worry
herself over it.  She had a cunt to eat.  Joan's lips were
already damp with desire; making for a delicious meal for Penny
to lap up.  The angle of the seat wasn't easy to deal with but
Joan's tightening grip on Penny's hair ruled out any moving
around or adjusting.  Joan needed to be eaten now and Penny's
discomfort wasn't going to delay it for a second.

The floorboard became a new form of sadistic torture.  Her legs
were cramped and squeezed together.  Joan's legs hung over her
shoulders; fighting with Penny's back for whatever room was left.
 Her breasts were smashed against the edge of the seat, an area
obviously never designed for tit comfort.  The vibrations of the
SUV numbed Penny's ass while also stimulating her pussy.  In
Penny's sexual life she had been locked in cages, small closets
and one time, a rather large suitcase, but few of them were as
uncomfortable and ache producing as the floor of an SUV.  

Joan muttered something.  Penny couldn't hear her over with
Joan's thighs gripping her head.  The slut kept licking.  The
pussy in front of her kept moving as Joan fucked Penny's face. 
Penny used every trick her mouth knew to get Joan off.  She
licked, bit, fucked her with her tongue, teased, stroked, sucked,
nibbled and ate at Joan's pussy.  Joan kept muttering and Penny
kept eating.

When Penny's lips were numbed and the taste of cunt was
permanently on her tongue, Joan pulled Penny's head up.

"Off the floor slut," Joan said.  "We're almost there."

Penny winced as she moved back into her seat.  Her knees were
sore and her jaw was just numb.  She wiped Joan's juices from her
face but she could still feel her.  The highway outside the SUV
was gone and now there was some small town she didn't recognize.
She wondered dimly if this was the hometown of Earl or Joan; and
what kind of a town could produce someone such as they.

Lost in her pain and sex, Penny had to be told to button her
shirt.  She was in a daze.  It was that wonderful bliss that she
only achieved when she was used and used well.  She got dressed
and sadness fell on her.  It took her a moment to realize it was
because she was disappointed that the trip was ending.  

"This is your stop, hon," Joan said.  It was a street corner like
any other.  There was a gas station and across the street a local
video rental store.  

"It's been real nice meeting you," Earl said.  The rear view
mirror was aimed at her again.  She wondered how long he had been
looking at her.

"It was nice meeting you," Joan said.  She wanted to say more but
the Society frowns on emotional good-byes.  With bag in hand, she
got out of the SUV and closed the door.  Joan moved to the front
seat.  Both of them waved at her as they drove off.

The daze faded as reality butted in.  What was she supposed to do
now?  The Society had told her to prepare for a road trip, they
didn't give her any more details.  Quite frankly, as much as
Penny hated trips, she hadn't given much thought about her
destination.  Was this part of the plan?  Penny's stomach sank as
she wondered if being abandoned was Joan's little improvisation
on society rules.  Maybe she was making Penny really have to deal
with the outside world.

A van pulled up.  It was one of those older vans from the 1980's.
 There were hardly any windows and the entire vehicle was built
for passenger space.  The passenger side window rolled down to
reveal a grinning blonde woman in her forties.

"Going anywhere special this fine Georgia day?" the woman asked.

Penny frowned.  That was an odd thing to ask, especially
considering they were in South Carolina.  She wasn't sure how to
answer till understanding dawned on her.  That was the code
phrase the Society had told her to respond to!  What was the code
phrase to say again?

"Anywhere that has a warm cock or a wet pussy is fine with me,
Penny said.

The side door opened to show a couple sitting in the back.  The
lusty grins on their faces reminded Penny of Joan and Earl. 
Sitting on the floor of the van was an air mattress and a few
pillows.

"Well we have two of each, so take your pick," the blonde
answered.

Penny got into the van.  The couple in the van started to undress
her immediately.  The couple in the front seat watched and
sighed.  

"Where are you guys headed?" Penny asked.  The man in the back
was biting her nipple while the woman was slapping Penny's ass.

"Atlanta," the driver said.

Penny moaned and surrendered to her four new traveling buddies. 
The Society always thinks of everything.

The end.

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