Emmy's Adventures

Thursday, June 2, 1978

The Tates Motel, Tateville, Indiana

By the time the morning sunlight found its way around the edges of the blackout curtains, Emmy was looking forward to being cuffed and sleeping in the trunk. There might have been a few minutes of sleep here and there, but it all seemed kind of hazy. Being naked and tied to the bed was enough to keep her awake, but her mind kept replaying the last week in her mind. The memories flooded of Chester Bradley taking her in every way, of Tiny Tony bending her over the car and the anonymous anal rape, and when he awoke in the middle of the night to fuck her again before flopping on his bed and quickly falling back to sleep.

Tiny Tony snored like a freight train. There was a lot of mass in that man and not all of it settled right while sleeping. Sometimes, it would be gurgling noises, other times one long, loud, growl. He mixed it up, too. When there was a rhythm to the noise, the intensity, or the volume would change. Then there was the grunting and slurping. He ground his teeth, which was its own disgusting sound. At least there was no farting in his sleep like her brother did.

Emmy was dealing with an increasingly urgent need for a toilet. The phone rang.

Tiny Tony snored. The ringing continued. With a strangling snort that reminded Emmy of a truck engine unwillingly firing up on a cold winter morning, the large man awoke (sort of) and picked up the receiver.

"Huh?" He managed to mutter.

"This is your wakeup call," Emmy heard from her spot on the bed. The clerk was really loud, but that was what it took to get some people awake.

"Thanks," he said and hung up.

"Slave?" he called over to her.

"Yes, Master?"

"Let's get moving," he sat up. "We need to head out soon."

He stood up and went to the bathroom. Emerging a minute later, he seemed annoyed that Emmy was not getting ready.

"Did you hear me, slave girl?" he asked testily.

"Yes, Master, but I'm still tied up."

"Oh, yeah." He seemed to have forgotten tying her up and fucking her twice. "That was fun."

The massive man untied her with the same speed and agility that he had bound her. Before he had a chance to tell her no, or give any other order, Emmy bolted for the bathroom. Her legs barely worked, and putting the toilet seat down required more effort than she anticipated, but made it before anything messy happened.

"Get cleaned up," he said from the door, already dressed. How had he done it so fast? "I'll get some doughnuts and be back."

The pretty blonde took a quick shower, mostly just to clean up the residue from Tiny Tony's nighttime visits.

He was not back by the time Emmy was finished. She thought about packing, but had nothing except for herself. The young slave was tired, and wanted sleep more than anything else in the world right now. The only reading material in the room was the Gideon's Bible, so the teen turned on the tv and turned the dial to one commercial to another before landing on the local news of a place that did not have any meaning to her.

The outside door swung open. For a brief moment the room was flooded by the morning sun coming directly in, only for it to be dimmed by Tiny Tony's mass eclipsing the light.

"Doughnut time!" He said happily.

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Tiny Tony

Tiny Tony was a happy guy and loved many things. He loved driving, and he loved disco. He really loved his 1969 Pontiac GTO with a 400 cubic inch engine and a 3-speed turbo Hydromatic transmission. He loved running slave girls around for their owners because they usually let him fuck the slaves. As a rule of thumb, unless the owner expressly forbade it, Tiny Tony would fuck her. The slave might put up a fight, but he was huge and always got what he wanted.

This one hadn't fought at all, except for a little bit yesterday when Jermaine fucked her in the ass. He wondered what the rich little white girl would say knowing she'd been assraped by a black guy? Her first interracial and the little slut didn't even know it! Jermaine had found the GTO for Tiny Tony to buy and that merited at least one use of the new slave girl.

Tiny Tony was going to have fun with her. He would certainly dip his wick into her hot holes every chance he got and was going to spread it around. Some guys in Nevada had hidden him on their ranch when he nearly got caught with two slave girls and ten pounds of cocaine. The guys were on the way to dropping the girl off, so he was going to stay there for the last night of their adventure. Tonight was Denver and a stop specifically requested by her owner.

Emmy

Emmy woke up from the best sleep of her life to find the car was still moving. A brief check verified her wrists and ankles were cuffed and a soft bag covered her head. Since nothing had changed and with nothing else to do, Emmy slipped into the second-best sleep of her life.

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The trunk was opening again. Emmy was groggy, hungry, and in need of a toilet. Light was coming in, but not bright daylight. A quick inventory revealed she had no idea of the time or location. The blanket was pulled back, exposing her to anyone standing by the back of the GTO.

"Very sexy!" Emmy heard a female voice with a sexy lisp say. "I like how you keep them bound and hooded."

"Just convenience," Tiny Tony said. He grabbed and lifted her out of the trunk, gently setting her down on her feet. His strong hands held her steady while Emmy got her balance. It felt like cold, smooth cement under her feet. Judging from the acoustics, and the smells, this was a garage.

"My, my," the woman complimented her. "Old CB has got himself a good one. Look at that cute little butt! Have you fucked her yet?"

"Not in the ass," he answered.

"If you don't mind," the woman asked, "how would you feel about giving her a spanking, then fucking her ass while I watch?"

"Anything for my Favorite Canadian, but the girl has been in that car for twelve hours, I go straight in the ass, things get messy," he said. Emmy was relieved. "We both need to get cleaned up. How about I shower, you get her ready, then I'll spank and plow her ass before I go to bed. That outta make me sleep like a baby."

"Sounds like a plan, Antony," the woman said. "I'll bring her to your room when I'm done.".

"See you soon, Brenda," her temporary owner said Emmy heard a door open then close.

"I love fresh meat," Brenda said, grabbing both of Emmy's sensitive nipples. "Barely 18 and already a slave. I almost envy you, but every man you see is going to want to violate you repeatedly. Tiny Tony usually lets many of them do it. He pays a lot of favors with the bodies of slave girls." Brenda stroked the bound slave's legs until reaching her ankle, then unhooked the cuffs from each other. A second later, a leash was hooked to her collar. "Let's get you showered so I can watch that cute little butt get pounded," Brenda said, tugging at the leash. "Then I get you for the rest of the night."

Not used to walking with her hands cuffed, Emmy took a couple of steps to get her legs working again. The pretty teen had just spent what was apparently twelve hours sleeping in the trunk of a car and was still getting blood and coordination back to her extremities. Brenda kept a short leash and walked briskly, tugging when Emmy stumbled or fell behind..

"Two steps up," Brenda helpfully informed the slave.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Emmy said from beneath the hood. They went through a door and the floor changed to shag carpeting.

"Ah, he didn't gag you under there," Brenda said. "I was wondering if was that or if you didn't have much to say. Those are the only words I want to hear from you, too. Do not speak unless asked a question. You do not get to ask questions. Shut up and do what you're told. Understand, slave?"

"Yes, Ma'am.".

"Good," Brenda said.

They went through another door and the floor changed to linoleum. Emmy felt this would not be the last being led blind and bound so now would be a good time might as well get adept at it.

"Now," Brenda said, untying the bag on Emmy's head, "let's see if the face is as attractive as the body. "

Emmy blinked as the world grew bright again and took a deep breath that smelled of air freshener. It was a large bathroom, with dual sinks and a makeup table, a raised hot tub, a shower to the side, and an open door led to a toilet that the slave desperately needed.

"Yes, you are quite pretty," Brenda said, unhooking the leash and removing the cuffs from the slave's wrists. "Go to the toilet."

"Thank you, Ma'am," Emmy said and hurried for much needed relief.

When the naked slave came back out, Brenda was waiting. Emmy guessed Brenda was in her mid-30s, with a curvy tight body and had shoulder length wavy blonde hair that smelled of the sun. Deep blue eyes looked out over a pert nose in the middle of a round face. A knowing, pleased smile welcomed the teen back.

"How long have you been a slave, Emmy?" Brenda asked and instinctively reached out to stroke the young slave's shoulder and arm.

"Five days, Ma'am," the teen answered, enjoying Brenda's touch and leaning into it.

"So fresh! Have you been with a woman yet?" Brenda asked, moving in behind Emmy and caressing her flat stomach.

"No, Ma'am," Emmy answered. The young slave found the touch intoxicating.

"Well, you'll learn something tonight," the older woman snorted, breaking the embrace and giving Emmy a push on her bare bottom. "Shower! When you're done, go through that door," Brenda pointed at another door off the bathroom, "and Tiny Tony will fuck you in the ass. Don't be long."

Emmy sighed. At least she was out of the trunk. If that was her mode of travel on this trip, the lovely slave was glad to sleep in the comfortable nest of pillows and blankets Tiny Tony had made. There would not be much rest when Tiny Tony was sleeping tonight, she would be entertaining whoever was hosting him.

That hot tub looked so tempting, but Emmy was told to hurry. The new slave stretched and stepped into the shower. A bottle was helpfully labeled "Use for Dried Semen" so it was used that first. She liked being tied up and fucked, but was not too fond of the cleanup. There was no need to shave or do her hair, just get herself cleaned up to be fucked in the ass.

Tiny Tony was going to spank her. Ever since first seeing those hands, Emmy wanted him to smack her bare bottom. Emmy was not sure why her father had steadfastly refused to paddle her. His form of punishment was boredom. The misbehaving girl would have to write sentences or sit quietly in a corner. The desire to avoid boredom was her main incentive to behave. But, she had always craved to be taken over the knee of a strong man and have her bare bottom smacked by his powerful hands.

Emmy finished quickly and then dried off with a wonderfully thick and soft towel. With a deep sigh, and full of anticipation for her next round of use and abuse, the naked slave stepped to the exit.

Emmy opened the door to find Brenda and Tiny Tony waiting. Brenda had changed into a small nightie while Tiny Tony was wearing a short robe loosely tied at the waist. The teen then realized it was an average, maybe even extra-large robe; it was just small on him. Every time she saw him the pretty teen was amazed by his mass and hirsuteness. Her eyes went straight to his big, crossed hands in his lap.

Brenda stepped in front of Emmy, took her wrists and expertly tied them together with a short length of rope.

"Slave," Tiny Tony said graciously, "Brenda has offered to skip the spanking and just get straight to the assfucking."

Emmy did not even try to hide her disappointment.

"Unless," Brenda said, "you want him to spank you. Is that it, slut?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Emmy said eagerly.

"Why don't you ask Tiny Tony nicely, slave," Brenda said.

Remembering that Tiny Tony was to be considered her owner for this trip, Emmy looked up from his meat hooks to his face.

"Will you please spank this slave, Master," she asked.

"Yes, yes I will slave," he said generously.

"Now, slave," Brenda addressed her, "You have to decide how many times you will be spanked. You will not know how hard he will hit you, just how many times. Once you pick a number, that is it; too few and you won't be satisfied. Pick too many, and, well, I've never heard of anyone being spanked to death, but Tiny Tony could probably do it. You get one answer."

Emmy was not in the right state of mind to make this decision. The curvy blonde had never been spanked before and had no idea of her tolerance. Her assumption had always been that her parents were of the kind-hearted new generation who did not believe in corporal punishment. From her current perspective, she realized that if her parents had spanked her, she would have been too into it and would keep getting into trouble just for the punishment. Having no frame of reference, the first two numbers that jumped into her head were five and one hundred. An average of the two would still be over fifty and her Master and Mistress were getting impatient for her to make a choice so she took part of one number and the other and came up with...

"Fifteen," Emmy said, hoping this was a good answer.

"Fifteen it will be," Brenda confirmed. "Antony, take it away."

"On your knees, girl," he commanded.

"Yes, Master," Emmy knelt in the white shag carpeting. She looked over, was that a real waterbed? Was he going to fuck her on that?

"Come over here," her driver pointed at the space between his spread legs.

"Yes, Master," Emmy walked on her knees until she was between his massive, hairy thighs. His cock, still big while only semi-erect, was easily visible in his open robe. He'd already fucked her with that, but this was her first chance to see it.

Tiny Tony stroked her cheek then rested his hand by her mouth. Emmy could not resist, she had been eyeing those huge, strong hands ever since she had first seen them, they ignited a fetish in her that she had not known existed. Opening her mouth slightly the young submissive kissed his finger. Getting no objections, she opened more to nibble and lick at the digit. This was the hand that held her when her fucked her, that bound and lifted her in and out of the car, that was going to spank her.

Emmy vigorously licked and sucked at his hand, exploring each bit of it with her mouth. Unprompted, the young slave took each finger one at a time all the way into her mouth, enjoying the benefits of having her gag reflex shut off. She gave his palm a swirling lick and kiss. When he switched hands, Emmy did the same with it. The curvy blonde had never done anything remotely like this before, but yielded to her desires. When she finished, Tiny Tony lifted her chin and smiled at her.

"That was impressive," he complimented her. "Now, we have that spanking to do."

"Yes, Master," Emmy said with a smile.

Brenda helped Emmy up and across Tiny Tiny's vast lap. Her bound hands were pulled above her head, leaving her stretched and vulnerable, just like her fantasies.

The first blow was without warning as she felt a huge, meaty paddle strike her bare bottom. The crack of flesh on flesh filled the room. The jolt ran up and down her spine and straight to her pussy. When the second one fell, the teen slave was starting to have her doubts about the whole thing. By the fifth Emmy knew it was a bad idea and had started crying. By the time the eighth blow landed on her red butt, the curvy blonde really wanted to stop. It was what she wanted, what she had asked for. Another one landed and a cry escaped her lips. This was the pain the submissive girl expected and wanted from those big hands. Number ten, then eleven. Brenda fingered herself while watching.

Twelve, Emmy was helpless, powerless. Her body was at the mercy of him, of his hands. At thirteen and fourteen her resistance ceased. For the final blow, the slave lifted her butt into it and welcomed the pain. She was crying, her body electric, but so horny.

Tiny Tony lifted and carried her over to a foot stool. The submissive hoped to never get tired of how easily he lifted her. He placed her on all fours, her bound hands down together. Brenda began rubbing Vaseline into Emmy's tight backdoor while Tiny Tony did the same on his cock. Before Emmy was really ready, he rammed his shaft into her ass.

Emmy gave a sharp cry as he penetrated her, but the pain just added to the rush from her spanking. Tiny Tony was taking his time, savoring the tight, young ass he was plowing. She was not going anywhere, not going to tell him to stop or suddenly leave, and would take this ass pounding until he was finished.

One of his massive digits reached under her, snaking down her stomach and below to find her pleasure bud. Emmy moaned and whimpered as he worked it with his huge but nimble finger, able to escape neither the pain from her back nor the growing pleasure from her front. The helpless slave came, yelling out and writhing on his relentless, impaling cock. He grabbed her hair with his other hand, thrust in hard a few last times and filled her ass with his cum.

Still stretching her ass with his hard cock, Tiny Tony traced her mouth with his fingertip. Now, even more, Emmy attacked his hand with her hot mouth. The abused teen could feel the red heat coming from her butt cheeks, freshly spanked by those hands, and his other hand, still pressed against her crotch, caressed her lower lips. Every time she shifted or moved, she was aware of the rod of flesh still embedded in her. Finally, he softened, and he pulled out of her, leaving her on all fours, trembling from the experience. Emmy let out a big sigh when he went into the bathroom.

"Very impressive, slave," Brenda said, adding something that Emmy heard, but could not remember.

Emmy realized Brenda was a programmer. That meant she was a Roper, too, and could see Emmy's aura and sense and manipulate her arousal. It also meant that someone was about to alter Emmy's mind.

Programming

"Here's what's going to happen," Brenda said to the freshly spanked and fucked slave girl. "I am going to add some programming to the pretty little head of yours. I'll to start quickly while you're still aroused from Tiny Tony. It's nothing sinister, I just need to teach you how to eat pussy."

Brenda whispered in Emmy's ear. The lovely teen tried to make out the words, chased after each syllable, but they eluded her and wormed their way into a deeper region of her mind. The words made sense to that part of her brain, and it remembered and obeyed them. The older blonde's hands roamed over Emmy's young body while she spoke. Eventually, Emmy gave up on trying to hear the words and lost herself in the touch.

The young slave realized Brenda had untied her wrists. and wasn't talking any more. Emmy began to come out of the fog of her programming session. She wondered what had been done to her this time, but that curiosity, as it always did, swiftly faded.

"So," Brenda said with her hint of a lisp that Emmy found very arousing, "like I said before I started, what I did was program you on how to perform oral sex well on a woman. Your owner wanted me to do it since he really can't. Don't get me wrong, he's great in bed, but you're better off having a woman teach you how to do this. We have more experience with the equipment."

Reemerging into the real world also reminded the teenage slave of the pain coming from her bottom. The burning of her asshole was far exceeded by the pain radiating from her red, spanked cheeks. Endorphins raced through her body and her pussy got instantly wet.

"You are a masochist, aren't you?" Brenda said with a smile. Emmy forgot that Brenda could see her aura and arousal. "Of course you are."

Brenda helped Emmy to her feet and over to the couch. The slave was reluctant to sit down on the nice sofa with her freshly fucked anus. Emmy then realized that her bottom had been cleaned while she was under, but had no memory of it. Her hostess sat and patted for Emmy to join her.