Amanda receives her punishment

As expected, the roadhouse was well filled. The moment we entered, the taproom went silent. Astonished, curious - and quite a few interested - eyes focussed us. Unfazed, Sarah led me inside. I looked at the ceiling, at the walls and on the floor. I was too ashamed to look at anybody's eyes.

Eventually a shout broke the silence. "The two of ya took the wrong exit. Lesbo-dom house is at interstate 70."

Roaring laughter lifted the tension.

Sarah stopped, an amused smile on her face. "Too bad. I was looking for some real men to teach my slut a lesson."

"You do?" A barrel-chested man with huge beard appeared behind the counter. "Is this some kind of theatre or some other folly? If so, get lost. I want no trouble in my house."

"No, it's exactly what I said: This stupid whore has been disobedient recently. Now she needs to be punished. I thought, tough guys like you could give me a hand."

"Is that what you want? What does she think about it?" The barkeeper wasn't totally convinced.

Sarah turned towards me. "What do you think, slut? Have you been a bad girl? Du you need to be punished?"

All attention turned towards me. If any decency had remained, I would have wished me down through the ground and gone. But my nipples were burning and my pussy was throbbing. So I whispered honestly: "Yes, mistress. I need to be punished."

"Louder, bitch! Not everyone could hear what you said!" Sarah pulled at the nipple chain. I gasped.

"Yes, mistress. This worthless slut needs to be punished!"

Sarah's eyes gleemed as she faced the audience again. "You heard it gents, she's all up for it."

Cheers roared. The barkeeper nodded. "Wait, how do you plan to do it?"

"Well, everybody who wants to participate in disciplining this cunt, has to give her ten hard slaps to her behind... and then he may fuck her ass. Only her ass!" The room exploded with cheers and hoots. And I realized... this was going to be a hell of a night."

In the months since Sarah started her domination, one thing I had learned for sure: I'd never enjoy ass-fucking and I'd never get off on it. Sarah was well aware of that. And that's why she had chosen this for punishment. But she also knew that anal fucking definately turned me on. It wasn't the cock between my asscheeks and inside my bowels, it was the humiliation of being fucked and treated like a cheap harbor whore.

After Sarah had made her proclamation, she ordered me to head to the pool table and bend over it. Of course I obliged. My tits pressed onto the green felt, my legs were stretched and my ass was high up in the air. My pussy glistened with my moistness, drawing dirty comments from the folks.

"Gosh, look at that cunt. She's dripping like a sinkhole."

"What a slut. She's excited to have her ass slapped and fucked."

And they were right. I was excited to be publically degraded. But I also dreaded the terrible punishment of more than two dozen cocks staking my poor ass.

Eventually the truckers had decided on whom to go first. He was a strong stud and his hands were huge. He looked at Sarah. "So, the deal is: I ass-spank this slut and then I get to have my way with her ass?"

"That's exactly how it goes. Just spank her hard. She really was a very bad girl."

His smile was broad. "Woah, that she can have." He rubbed his hands and I tensed.

SMACK!

His broad hand hit me full **** and I jumped from the impact. "Grmmpphhh!" I pressed my lips together not to scream. Sarah wouldn't have wanted me to scream. I gasped for air and hissed: "Thank you, sir, for spanking me!" I was a well-trained slut **** after all.

The folks reacted with cheers and laughter.

"Oh, how gross. She's really up to it!"

SMACK!

Another hit. Another jump. Two strokes and my ass was on fire. "Thank you, sir, for spanking me!" My throat would be hoarse from coughing and thanking.

SMACK!

Third hit. It really made me wince from pain. But I held my position and thanked again.

SMACK! SMACK!

Four. Five. My teeth started to hurt. My fingers too, as I clenched my fists to make up for the pain on my skin.

SMACK! SMACK!

My ass was on fire. I was sure, my cheeks were already buring an angry red. I pressed my thanks through clenched teeth and held on for dear life.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Eight. Nine. Ten. I was in pain and barely able to say the words of acknowledgement. But eventually I made it. "Thank you, sir, for spanking me!" The truckers cheered again.

The brute behind me grinned. "And now I fuck her?"

"Go for it," Sarah replied.

He unzipped his jeans and took his cock out. It was huge, even as it wasnt totally erect yet. Almost apologetically he looked at my mistress. "Uhm..."

"Don't worry. This cunt will help you out." Sarah slapped my burning ass and commanded: "Help this gentleman so he can fuck your ass, bitch!"

Instantly I turned around and knelt down. It wasn't easy, with my ass stinging, my arms painfully tied behind my back and wearing heels. But I made it. I craned my neck and started to lick his cock. The men cheered me on.

"Yeah, lick his cock, slut!"

"Wow, she's a great cock-sucker."

"Go for it, cunt!"

It didn't take me long to make him hard. His cock was huge. I winced, knowing it would be rammed into my ass quite soon.

"Okay, that okay for you?" Sarah asked.

"You bet, lady. If she goes on like this, I'll cum in her mouth instead of her ass."

"Stop it, cunt! Get back into position."

I stopped, stood up and bent myself again over the dreaded pool table. The man positioned himself behind me. "Do we have vaseline or something?"

"Use her cunt juice."

The room roared again.

"Okay." A hand slid over my moist cunt and further up to my ass. Swiftly he lubed my rear gate. Then he was ready. "Here we go, bitch!" he took hold of my hips and pushed his strong cock against my hole. I winced. My ass was well used and stretched after weeks of training, but my sphincter always remained tight. At least at the beginning. He grunted and kept pushing. I moaned, but finally he got through. He started humping me at once.

His fellow truckers cheered him on and he was determined to deliver. He really took me hard and good. He knew his way with a whore like me. He pushed his cock all the way down into my cellar with the occasional hard slap to my ass.

"Take this slut! Yeah, what a great fuck! Ugh. Ugh. Ugh! Take my cock, bitch! Can you feel it, cunt!"

"Mmghhh! Ngggghhh!"

Of course I did. He was huge and I was helpless to prevent him from ramming it into me all the way. It was a good fuck, from what I could tell. Just that I didn't enjoy it at all. I was tied up, naked and used like a wanton whore. My ass was on fire, cruel nipple clamps bit on my tits that were pressed on the pool table. I was unable to tell how long he lasted, but when he shot his load into my womb, there was no excitement. Just short lived relief I had the first fucker done.

Many others followed suit.

Each of them slapped my butt ten times. Most of them enjoyed a blowjob. All of them fucked my ass until I was raw from ****. My throat was hoarse from coughing, sucking and expressing my thanks. My ass was an angry red, almost violet. And my ass was just one burning mess of pain and cock juice. When the last trucker spilled his cum over my butt and my legs, I was just a well-used anal cum depository. I was too weak to get up and just let their juice run from my burning, dilated arse hole. I closed my eyes. Sitting would be quite painful for the next two days.

But Sarah wasn't done yet.

"So, folks. Did you enjoy this little show?"

"Yeaaahh!" The truckers roared with confirmation, saying what a good fuck I was and how much they had enjoyed spanking and fucking me.

"Okay, what a about some encore?"

"Sure! Of course!" Again they cheered. This didn't sound well.

"Well, the watch this!"

I turned my head to see what was going on. Sarah moved up behind me, a wicked smile on her face. Her eyes narrowed. Next thing I felt, were her fingers in my cunt. It was wet, both from the cum gushing from my arse and my own juices as well. I responded immediately, a long guttural moan of arousal.

She fucked my fast and hard. First two fingers, then three, eventually four. I opened up, spread my legs, I wanted her deep inside me. I needed it so bad. Suddenly she pushed even more and I screamed. This time both from joy and pain. She had her fist in my cunt and kept fucking me.

"Boah, she's taking the whole fist! Cunt!"

"Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!" The men started to sing in a chorus. Sarah fisted me in the rhythm of her chant. "Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"

Suddenly, the flood gates opened. I moaned in passion and pushed my ass back towards Sarah's fist. I came so hard, it sucked all strength and modesty from me.

"Ouuhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ngggghhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!"

Then it was over. I slumped down on the table, unable to move any more. My breath was choppy, my sight bleary. If Sarah had ordered my up right now, I would have crumbled to the floor. All strength was gone from my body. Gladly, she gave me a few seconds to regain some sense of perception and strength. Just enough, to stand up and taumeln to the door. I didn't perceive anything, I just noticed that we were outside when fresh air breezed over my burning nipples.

"You are such a pitiful, shameless tramp, Amanda."

I winced. My mistress barely used my real name these days.

"You've got your ass fucked to hell, but that's turning you up that much you almost collapse on a fist in your cunt pussy."

I closed my eyes. Her words stung, but, yeah, she was right. I was a pitiful, shameless tramp.

Sarah kissed me and ordered me to crawl into the trunk of the car. She didn't want to have all that cum ruin her seats. I did and curled myself into the small compartement. When she closed the lid, I cried. I kept crying all the way, till she reached her appartement.