Chapter 1

We meet up in the afternoon at some seedy motel along an old highway where Daddy has already rented a room on the bottom floor about in the middle of the building.  When we get inside, Daddy props the door open, smirking at my obvious confusion.  He takes me by the shoulders and maneuvers me so that I am still well within the room but easily seen by any passers-by, though there are few.   Then orders me to strip.  I look at him with little girl eyes, nearly tearing up but it has no effect and he again tells me to take off my clothes.

I fumble hesitantly with the fasten on my jeans, trying to stretch time.  I eventually unzip them, sliding them down and stepping out.  Looking to Daddy to see if I really must keep going. He simply nods.

Finally, completely unclothed, I am intensely aware of my vulnerability.  Daddy lets me stand there a minute or two to soak in that feeling, watching me tremble with emotion.

As he walks to the door, I expect he is giving me a reminder of his control but will now close the door and have his way with me as I thought was planned for this meeting.  I was wrong.  Instead, he leans out and calls to someone who apparently had been waiting for a signal.  As this stranger approaches Daddy, I see an exchange of a few bills and I hear him say something about having called a couple friends.  Daddy replies that as long as they have the cash there shouldn't be a problem.

He waves the bills in my face as I try to stand still in the position assigned earlier, "Do you know what this is for, puppy?"

I have an idea, but don't wish to guess so I just lower my eyes and shake my head.

"I think you know.  Mark here just gave me fifty bucks to own you for part of the evening.  He owns you as much as I do now and you will give him anything you would give me.  When his friends get here and give me my cash, they will own you, too.  Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Mark circles me once then suddenly grabs my hair, jerking downwards so that I drop to my knees.  Holding my hair so that I can't move away, he slaps me across the face, delighting in my stunned expression.  My eyes a bit wet with tears, but my cunt growing even more wet, not knowing what will come next.

"Aaaw, poor little girl.  Did that make you cry?  What a worthless little bitch you are."

He lets go of my hair long enough to remove his pants and turn me to  the side so the outside world can watch as he plunges his cock straight down my throat, grabbing my hair again and holding my head still as I gag and struggle to breathe.

"Now you have a reason to cry, slut."

And I do, fat tears rolling down my cheeks.  He finally lets go and I suck in several deep breaths, coughing and sputtering yet wishing for more.  I've just barely caught my breath when he obliges, putting a finger in my mouth to forcibly open my jaw as wide as possible before thrusting his cock into my throat again, this time fucking my face hard and fast.  I use my lips, tongue and throat to squeeze him and milk him like the slut I've always wanted to be.   It isn't long before it pays off and just before he begins to cum, Daddy reminds me that I'm not to swallow without permission.

Daddy nods to two guys at the door and I can't help but blush as I wonder if they are the friends or just happened to wander by and stop to watch.  It becomes quickly obvious that they are Mark's friends when they hand over a few bills.  One whispers something in Daddy's ear.

I shudder a bit at the evil grin that passes over Daddy's face.  He glances to me in time to see the worried expression and the grin turns to a smirk of satisfaction.

After chatting with the guys for a few minutes, he turns and orders me to open my mouth. Seeing that I've behaved myself, Daddy allows me to swallow before nodding to the whisperer, introducing him as Dean.

I hear a jingling sound as he strolls towards me, motioning me to sit up on my heels and I can see that he has something which looks like chain in his hand.  Standing in front of me, he shows me that it is chain; a choke chain, in fact.  He slides it over my head and tugs on the dangling end to show me how it works.  Cold and hard on my throat, it tightens a bit, making me stretch up with it.  In his hand he also carried a chain leash with a leather handle which he hooks into the ring on the end of the choke chain.

"Now this is what a proper bitch should wear.  Let's see if you can be a proper bitch."

He gives a quick, hard pull on the leash, making me gasp and jerk forward onto my hands. 

Pulling on the lead so that I follow behind on hands and knees, he heads toward the open door.   I try to resist, not wanting to be taken outside naked and crawling but the chain digs into my throat and he doesn't stop to see why I hesitate.  The concrete scrapes at my knees as we step out onto the sidewalk.  I curl a bit into myself in modesty as I look about to see if anyone is around.  Fortunately, there doesn't appear to be anyone but the cars passing by on the highway, likely too quick to get a good view.

The sidewalk leads out into the strip of a parking lot for the motel where there are a few cars parked.  Just in front of the door to the room we were in is parked a large sedan.  He makes sure to lead me far enough down the sidewalk so that it does not obstruct my view of the road.  Or perhaps it's vice versa.

"Sit up, bitch."  Tugging upwards on the chain so that I have little choice but to obey but modestly covering myself as best I can with my hands.  He slaps them down using the leather handle on the chain.  "What are you doing, slut?  You have no modesty.  You aren't allowed it.  Keep yourself visible."

The other guys have come out to watch but stand against the wall so as not to give me any shelter from my humiliation.

In one very sudden movement, my leash-holder grabs my hair, lifting me to my feet, and shoves me towards the sedan so that I fall forward onto the hood, bent over it, legs spread explicitly.  The alarm sounds on the car and I can hear keys rattling behind me as one of the guys shuts it off.

I know I probably shouldn't move from this position, but I want to see if the alarm drew attention so I lift my head slightly and begin to turn  back to check when I feel his hand grasp the chain just above my collar and tug. Hard. Instinctively my hands move to my throat and try to grasp at the chain cutting off my air but he swats them away.  After five or ten seconds, he loosens the chain so I can get a good breath.  "Now, remember that when you start trying to think for yourself."

Chapter 2

As I catch my breath, I hear voices from the breezeway above and silently pray that they don't look down.  One of them suddenly calls out, "Guys!  Check out this view!"  A slight pause and then several other voices chime in with a few whistles and crude comments about my fat ass and what they might like to do with it.

My cheeks turn red in embarrassment, especially when I feel a rivulet of my pussy juice run down the inside of my thigh and I know it is because part of me really wants these strangers I have never even seen to have a chance to do every disgusting suggestion they are calling out.  My temporary owners seem eager to see this as well and invite the on-lookers down to negotiate.  Three new pairs of shoes join Daddy's, Mark's and his two friends' but I don't dare lift my head again to get a better look.

Out of nowhere, a hand slaps down hard on my right ass cheek, causing me to pull my legs together defensively and scream in pain and surprise.  The owner of the hand snidely comments, "Who the fuck trained this whore? She can't even stand still for a little slap on the ass. I'm not sure she is worth the good money we paid."

Daddy reassures him that, though I am in need of training, I am eager to learn and will do whatever it takes to make sure they get their money's worth.  I'm not quite as sure of this as he is, worried that the fact that I've already been abused, chained and dragged into public naked is the least of their plans for me. Yet my desire to please Daddy and live up to his expectations overpowers my concerns and I spread my legs back to their original positions, intensely aware of how exposed I am.

While consumed by my worries of what might be in store, the guys seem to have worked out a deal with the newcomers and all at once there are several sets of hands on me.  One slips a couple fingers into my dripping cunt, finger-fucking me and I am unable to control my hips which work to match his rhythm while they all get a good laugh at my desperation.  Another has pulled his cock out and is rubbing it all over my face and stroking it, cackling and pulling away when I can't help but try to lick it. Yet another uses a key to scratch long lines down my back in a way which is at first pleasant, but quickly turns painful as he traces over the same spots again and again.  He comments on how he likes my pale skin and how it shows off the bright red scratches as he starts a new set of lines and I realize he is writing something on me - marking me like a possession. It seems to go on forever and it is all I can do to keep from begging them to stop. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction.

"There. Now everyone will know she is a whore," said one of the unfamiliar voices with undeniable smugness.

The other men were laughing and high-fiving and I heard one of them read aloud: CUNT FOR USE - $5.  The guy who'd been jerking off in my face then grunts and, instead of cumming on my face as I expected he would, he shoots his cum on my back, directly on the scratches. I wince and instinctively reach to wipe it off as the salty sperm stings the abrasions but my wrist is grabbed and twisted in an unnatural direction. I realize it is probably less painful to just accept it.

Chapter 3

Squinching my eyes closed to shut out the pain and degradation, I am unaware that each of the strangers surrounding me have pulled out their dicks until Daddy’s voice invades my headspace with a reminder to the new set of guys that they only have ten more minutes unless they want to cough up more cash.

It seems they don't as they each appear much more urgent in their motions now, zippers flying open and harried discussion of who gets where and when. The asshole who wrote on me apparently won the bid for first because his cock is suddenly filling me without any warning. I scream out which earns me a hard slap across my cheek from the owner of the cock which is then forced between my lips. My bratty side considers biting down for just a moment but I hold back and begin moving my lips up and down the shaft in rhythm with the cock sawing frantically in and out of my pussy.

Third guy, the one who just minutes ago soiled the scratches on my back with his seed was watching and rubbing his cock back into action. He was only semi-hard when I heard him say something to mouth guy in Spanish. They seemed to disagree at first but third guy counters in English with one convincing sentence: "Think how humiliated the stupid slut would be."

They don't say more and I can't see what is going on except that third guy moves closer and stands to next to mouth guy.  I can see him still stroking his cock which has grown quite stiff now and then it moves closer to my already filled mouth.  He rubs it around my face degradingly, slapping me with it, poking it into my eyes and nostrils, then moving to my lips.  Grabbing a handful of hair and tugging hard backward, he forces my mouth open and attempts to shove his dick in alongside his pal's.  I half whimper, half scream at the painful way this stretches my lips and the the two of them laugh while coordinating their strokes so that they are simultaneously fucking my overstretched, mewling mouth.  I felt the tears welling up again and I wanted to pull away but third guy's hand was still firmly in my hair.

Meanwhile, the other guy is pounding so hard on my cunt that it shoves my mouth even further down on its intruders.  My whining turns to squealing when his fingers begin to explore my asshole. I want to scream and beg him to stop but the cocks in my mouth seem to be determined to see if they can both fit down my throat and I'm barely able to breathe. Then one of them, I don't even care which at this point, quickly pulls out and I am glad my eyes were already closed because I feel my eyelids and the rest of my face being coated in his cum.

The other guy doesn't even slow down for this. In fact, he speeds up until he is fucking my mouth like an animal, so frantic and forced.  There is no way for me to catch a breath at this pace and the guy behind me tells mouth guy how he likes the way my struggling makes my pussy squeeze around him.  It is mere seconds until he deposits his load once again on the scratches on my back, reigniting the fire which I'd momentarily forgotten. Still, I had bigger worries.  I didn't have to worry long, however, because a few more breathless seconds and the last of the newcomers had indeed cum.  He added his to the mess already drying on my face, sadistically using a finger to rub it all around, pushing it into my eyes.

"Okay, guys, playtime is over." I am happy to hear Daddy say.  And even happier to hear him tell me that I was a very good girl as he cleans my face with a towel from in the motel.

"But there is still so much to go."

finishes wiping my face then touches my cheek and simply says, "Puppy." I know it is a reminder that he is watching out for me, but also that I should remember who is in charge.

Dean has once again picked up the end of my leash, jerking it and telling me to get in the car which I've been draped over for most of the abuse. Leading me to the backseat, he has me get in then shoves at me to scoot in behind the driver so he can sit next to me. Daddy follows him so that we are squished into the back seat while Mark drives and his other friend takes the passenger seat.

Where we are headed, I've no idea but I know better than to ask. Instead, I sit quietly and let Dean fondle me while Daddy and he engage in idle chatter. My mind is too busy still whirling with the events of the day and wondering about more is to come to be able to focus on the discussion. My legs spread wantonly as Dean's fingers seek my swollen cunt in need of release. I've been close several times throughout the afternoon but I knew Daddy wouldn't approve of me cumming without his permission.

My hips rise to his touch and my head falls back involuntarily as I moan deeply when his first two fingers enter me. The conversation continues as if nothing is happening but all eyes are on me and I suddenly feel shy again. I want to cover myself but I've learned that lesson already today so I just sit with my hands under my ass as I push myself up and more available to the invading digits. They laugh and comment on my shameless need to be filled. I wish I could prove them wrong but all I want right now is to get fucked, even when I know I'll regret being so lascivious later when they use it against me. And I know they will.

"Hey, Steve! Wanna take a crack at her?"

The man in the passenger seat, who seemed to have been enjoying the show, enthusiastically responded, "You know I do. Make her sit forward on the seat so I can reach."

He twists in his seat and immediately slaps my right tit, then left. I squeal and instinctively try to back away but Dean has his hand on the middle of my back and pushes me right back into more slaps. I count ten per breast before Mark speaks up, "Don't bruise her up too much. Leave a little something for me, wouldja? Besides, we are almost there."

Both Dean and Steve withdraw and fall right back into normal conversation. Peeking out the window, I can see that we are in a residential area with modest houses. In a matter of minutes, we pull into the driveway of one and I'm being led inside and to the basement by Daddy and Dean.

"This is my house," Dean tells me, "and I've fixed up this basement room especially for something like this."

He opens a rather solid door to a closet-sized room. There is nothing in the room but the walls are lined with an assortment of hooks, eyebolts, and various striking implements. I hesitate and look to Daddy for encouragement. He gives it by looking me in the eye then shoving me inside in such a way that I fall to the ground just inside the door. Dean nudges me with his boot toward one end of the narrow space, running my leash though one of the eyebolts on the floor then attaching the end to one on the wall. The chain pulled taut like this, had no option but to keep my face close to the floor, forcing me to either lie down on the cold, hard cement or get on knees and elbows with my ass in the air. I choose the latter.

Daddy slaps my ass as Dean offers him a beer and they wander back upstairs for refreshment. Alone now, I have a chance to look over my surroundings. The room is narrow like a hallway, probably just 6 or 7 feet deep and maybe 12 feet long. The walls appear to be cement on all sides and it dawns on me that the door is probably as heavy as it is to make the room soundproof.

Before I can give this more thought, Steve steps into the doorway. "I heard your Daddy likes to call you his puppy. I love a cute little puppy, especially when she wags her sweet tail."

It is then that I notice he has something in his hand. As he moves closer, I see it is rubber and conical like a butt plug but that it seems to have something long and furry attached. Holding it out, he shows me it is a tail. A puppy tail. It wags at me as if to say hello as he shakes it in my direction.

I whimper and he looks pleased. “Already sounding like a little puppygirl. Now be a good girl and STAY.”

Steve steps forward and caresses my ass cheeks. I blush and move away for which he instantly reprimands me with a slap on the ass and a sharp, “Bad puppy! I told you to stay.”

I hear him doing something with the plug but I don’t even want to know. I put my head down in my arms as if I could shut it out, but once I felt him spreading my ass cheeks, I know it isn’t likely I can ignore this. A gasp escapes my lips as the cold tip of the plug comes in contact with my asshole. I realize then that he had been lubing it up and I was grateful for this, especially once he began pressing it deeper. It doesn’t feel bad. In fact, I enjoy the way it stretches my asshole and find myself pushing back against it to get it deeper. I can tell Steve finds this amusing by the way he chuckles to himself as he pulls it back out and watches my ass follow it longingly. He teases me with it a bit before again pressing it in little by little. Suddenly, POP!

Steve wiggles it about, testing how firmly it holds and is apparently pleased with the result. He unhooks my leash from the wall so that I have a bit more slack, then stands back to admire his handiwork with a bit of a smirk on his face. “Now that is a good puppy. For the rest of the night, you are not allowed to communicate like a human being. You are a bitch and you will speak like a bitch. I don’t care if you whimper, whine, or bark; there simply won’t be any speaking. Do you understand?”

My head once again in my arms, humiliated by this turn of events, I nod. Steve abruptly grabs my new tail and twists it painfully. “Puppies do not nod. Puppies wag their tails. Shall we try it again? Do you understand?”

I sway my hips in the slightest motion, but even that sets my new tail wagging enthusiastically.

“That’s a good girl! You deserve a treat,” Steve praises me as he gently scratches behind my ear with one hand, undoing his pants with the other.

His scritching becomes guiding as he pulls my face toward his cock then, grabbing a handful of my hair, he holds me back so that my lips are just shy of their target. “Lick it, puppygirl.”

I look up into his eyes and he smiles and nods encouragement when I reach out my tongue, but keeping me just far enough away that I can’t quite. "Go on, doggie. You can do it."

My tongue stretching its full-length, trying so desperately to get a taste, partially from a fear of consequence but there is something else; a sense of obedience, a need to please. I instantly blush and pull away, embarrassed to find myself playing the part of a pet, an animal, so easily.

"Bad doggie!" says Steve sternly, then flicks my nose sharply.

A gasp and an utterly surprised squeal leap from my throat. I glare up at him but he seems to ignore it, grabbing the spare links on the chain around my throat so that it pulls uncomfortably tight yet leaving me room to breathe. I lift my head high in an effort to try to take some of the pressure off my throat, but he just grips tighter.

Once again, he brings my lips just inches from his now visibly pulsating cock and instructs me to lick. This time, he does not hold me away and I slide my tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip and open my mouth to take it in. I barely get the head in, swirling my tongue in a circle around it, when he jerks me back by the chain, causing me to gag.

The sadistic chuckle Steve emits while watching me cough sends a chill up my spine. He hangs the end of my lead back on the hook so that once again I have little range of motion and I flop to my side, my tail bumping against the floor, reminding me of its existence.

“Don’t worry, pup. We will get to have more fun later at the party. We’ll all have a good time at the party.”

The room becomes pitch black as he closes the door before the word and its meaning becomes clear in my head, causing it to spin again. Party?