Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

[amandaserve]

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER NINE: HAMBURGLAR IS A BITCH

They had left the truck to get something to eat and talk, leaving Kitten alone leashed up to the stick shift of the Truck.

An hour and a half later they came back. They had apparently gone to Olive Garden and then stopped at Mcdonalds to get some food for the bitch. While they had been gone, Tucker had talked about Amanda’s role on the Truck, and that she couldn’t just be a passive observer, but that she wasn’t explicitly required to participate in the ‘training’ either.

That there would be responsibilities and privileges as she got older. Allowance, Learning to Drive, all the things that came with growing into an adult but at the same time they were going to live by different standards than ‘normal’ people and that a lot had been considered with Amanda’s being there.

If they were going to be too busy trying to hide every aspect from her, then they knew Amanda was smart enough to pick up on hiding everything and that she would just fill in the blanks probably would things even worse than the reality of it. So some stuff was just going to be plain view, and common knowledge with an explanation of why and what it meant to her. Thought had gone into what they will do, whether Amanda will be present and how she can interact while it is going on.

He also told her that they were going to keep what was obviously the more graphic aspects of their training to themselves. They would show some restraint if she would grin and bare the more obvious aspects of the training and Amanda was nodding her head that she understood and saying all the things Tucker wanted to hear to see that she did understand the point of that.

When he unlocked the door to the Cab upon their return, Kitten felt the cool air hit her sweaty back, the cab was hot when the A/C wasn’t running and it caused her to be surprised.

“Don’t turn around in shock, you stupid cunt. Its just me. No one else has the key. Just stay where you were leashed until we unlock you. I see you peed in the bowl while I was gone without anyone giving you permission, you know that is a punishable offense, right bitch?”

“Yes Master” Kitten was already starting to have doubts about whether she had the patience to stay where she was put with no stimulus for hours at a time, but they had agreed that part of the training involved learning patience.
As he unleashed her, he said “Okay, clean out your bowl and then take your suitcases to the dumpster. Then we’ll go over what I talked to Amanda about while we were gone and you can eat.”
“Naked…in broad daylight?”

“Oh right, scoobies…” Tucker reminded himself. “Hmm, I guess it is about 3 in the afternoon and this Mcdonalds is kind of busy, but at the same time, the playground is in the front, so its not like the kids are going to see you.” He seemed to be wondering “Okay, I guess we can find something from the box before I explain scoobies.”

He pulled out a box marked “CUNT” in the same size letters on Kitten’s back. “When Kitten has to leave the truck, you or I get to pick clothes from this box. It has right now, about three pairs of shoes, a couple tops and a few skirts. There is one pair of panties, BUT if you put her in them, then at least two inches of the top of the panties material has to be showing…” Tucker explained.

“Oh, a T-bar, yeah I see those at school all the time.”

“Yeah, something like that. Anyway, do you want to do the honors?” and he held the box out to Amanda who gingerly pulled out a dirty denim skirt and a skeezy green tank top that said “Lick, Don’t bite” and had two tootsie roll lollipops across the chest.

“Hahah, that’s cute” Amanda smiled. “Oh and these white shoes, they don’t match at all. I guess that’s the idea”

Her former mom took the clothes as they were offered and grinned. In the right light, you could see that her and her daughter had the same dimples and freckles, just not as pronounced on Kitten.
“What do you say, Kitten?”

“Thank you Amanda.” She said after a moments reflection, then getting a crop across the bare butt.

“Nope, try again dumbass.” Tucker said.

“Oh, you do not mean?” Kitten looked at Tucker pleadingly.

Tucker repeated back the rule “Call all men Sir, and all women, what?”
“Women, yes…but she is a teenager.” Susan said.

Crop against the ass – THWOCK- “This isn’t yahoo chat where you can answer me back in a snarky way, you agreed, did you not?” –THWOCK- for punctuation of his point, another crop to the pink fleshy butt cheeks.
“Ow”…”Yes Master…” Kitten composed herself “ Thank you Ma’am, for allowing this bitch to wear clothes to complete her chores.” She looked to Tucker for approval.

“Don’t look at me you dumbass. I am not the one you are thanking…show her the respect she deserves as some one who is not below a slave…you said yourself, she isn’t beneath you, right?”

She looked at Amanda who was now kind of enjoying the tension “Oh your welcome, you little shit.” She scrunched her nose at hearing her say it. It was all so surreal, here she was on the road with her mom’s new boyfriend and here her mom was acting in a way she never expected, being put in her place.

Kitten did her best to be sexy while she got dressed and took out the luggage she had packed to the dump. She still had her drivers license and some important papers and a credit card (just in case) put away in an envelope, but for the most part these suitcases symbolized her old life and while she was gone walking to the dumpster, feeling the breeze of the outside race up her skirt over her cooter while she wondered if anyone was paying attention to her or if she was ‘blending in’.

Tucker was explaining that this was a symbol of giving up the past and accepting that it won’t be easy to return to her old ways. He had spent the better part of the dinner going over with Amanda some of the basics of daily life and why they had to not let Kitten manipulate them into feeling sorry for her.

“As long as Kitten is complying with the rules, whether she whines, begs or pleads to be let out of her obligations to me and the truck, then you have to understand she accepts this and realizes this is her fate and her destiny. This is the adventure she wanted, a rough life, yes, and one few people would have the courage to live. Don’t tell her that I admire her for that.”
Amanda smiled and replied “Yeah, I am starting to admire her courage for this too” as they watched her trying to lift up the heavy luggage into the dumpster from behind the window of the cab.

Tucker had already explained how the Scooby Snacks worked, over dinner and how her former mom had to earn 500 of them to pay ‘rent’ on her holes or face the consequences and he was about to give a demonstration. “I am going to go out there now, and offer her 1 scooby to walk back to the truck topless. I am going to offer her 2 scoobys to walk back topless and let me pour this strawberry milkshake on her head, lets see if she goes for it.”

Amanda smiled when in a few minutes, Tucker came with Kitten following looking humbled, strawberry milk dripping down her hair and on her bare chest. He had made her walk slow and she had heard some horns.
“Drinking problem?” She laughed.

“Okay, so where were we..oh yeah, the demos.”

“Master, you were going to allow me to eat, and perhaps to wash off the milkshake?”

“What do you think you are going to eat, bitch? Here squat over the newspaper in your cage and lick yourself clean, while I prepare your bowl.”
Kitten was stunned. “How…how do I lick it off my head, Master? My tongue won’t reach THAT far?”

“You’re a Kitten, …use your paws to rub off some in your hand and lick it…just make yourself you have consumed it all by the time you are to be inspected.”

“Yes Master” she began to lick her wrists as Tucker tore apart a hamburger happy meal, mushed it around with fries and poured a sprite over it. “Its important that anything you put in her bowl, be mushed up and real bite size, I may be asking you to take care of feeding her some days, can you handle that?”
Amanda laughed,” I guess so.” As she watched the spectacle play out she said “I saw Kitten dump the bowl outside, but it never got washed out from when she peed in it?”

Tucker laughed and said “Damn Straight!”

Ironic Bastard.

[amandaserve]

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard
CHAPTER TEN: LESSONS HARD LEARNED FOR ALL

“Kitten is not allowed to take pleasure in her treatment” Tucker explained while he sat in one of the Cab Chairs with Amanda and they watched Kitten kneeling in the nude hover over her bowl and struggle with the tore up and soggy food. They could smell the sour milk from the milk shake that hadn’t been washed off fully, and had been surprised it took a full 10 minutes for Kitten to even make a dent in lapping it all up.

Not being able to use her fingers, meant she had to really stick her mouth and nose all the way up in the bowl and almost spear the food with her tongue in order to reel it back in. Kitten was realizing this would be how she would eat almost every day from now on and if they were not facing her front ways, they would be able to see her ass hole pucker up at the thought of it.

“So since this bitch has been thoughtless in putting her own pleasure before others, she now is denied even the simple pleasures of good food, and even the common dignity to eat with out having her legs spread naked like a good little doggy. Here turn around and face away from me Kitten, so I can see the more worthwhile part of you.”

Kitten couldn’t help but half smile into her bowl at that snarky dig on her. She had to admit he was saying things that made her skin crawl and that if anyone had dared call her a ‘Cunt’ before this she would have probably gone completely ape-shit angry on them. Still it felt appropriate to her as she ambled herself to face her buttcrack and pussy at her master and what is basically her former daughter.

“Aww, much better. Look at those nice holes. I can’t wait to remove the hair from there initially. You remember our deal right, Kitten?”

“Yes Master.” She did, she had agreed to have her pubes hair waxed and then to lean against the counter until it dried, and then essentially pull off the wax before she began the shaving rituals that she would be required to do every day.

“You don’t mind seeing Kittens holes?” Tucker asked Amanda, almost choking himself at how bold he had to be for this.

“Not really, its not like I do not know what she has. I don’t need to see them up in my face, I guess though what you said about it being more humbled to be displayed naked if you know someone may see you or will see you like that will help her, so that’s fine. Lets see you shake that butt, woman!” Amanda was laughing as she addressed kitten.

Kitten wasn’t sure if she should or not, when Tucker said “Go ahead and do what she said, Kitten. Give us a show while you lap up your dinner. Make that pussy pop for us.”

As Kitten tried to do a little rumpshaking and twisty dance on all fours and eat at the same time, Tucker explained.

“We talked about you having authority here, and I am going to try to use as a rule of thumb, if you see me say it or do it, you can do it.” He let that sink in.

“To that end, I am going to give you five scoobies a week you can use on her, if you can prove to me that you are responsible enough to use them wisely and you will keep up with what you need to keep up with on the truck. Now, what that means is in addition to the 20 dollars a week I give you for spending cash as allowance, these scoobies can be turned in for dollars, or you can offer them to Kitten in exchange for her continued good service around the truck, like a tip.”

“You mean like go topless from the dumpster to here?”

“Well if you really wanted, sure you could offer her that, but it may just be you want to play a game with her and say she can have a scoobie if she can finish some task in thirty minutes or less, but if she fails she gives you one of hers.”

They went back and forth on some different ideas on how they would work. Most were games or bets, and usually they involved Kitten being the butt of the joke.

“Even if she doesn’t accept the deal, you still win. You got her to make a choice and so as long as she is a participant in her training, the way I see it, is outside of what is absolutely expected of her, this gives me the flexibility to have her do things we didn’t necessarily agree were in scope and train even harder”

“Yeah, I see that” Amanda laughed. “eewww, did she just fart?”

“You know I think she did! That little stinker just cost you five swats to the butt. You know you are supposed to ask someone for permission to fart.”

“Yes Master, I am sorry. I will try harder to remember”

“Did you think we wouldn’t noticed your stinky ass, we are looking right at it while you eat.”

“No Master, I would never try to sneak anything past you”

“Yes you would, you lying cunt. Crawl over here and present yourself for spanking”. Tucker told Amanda there were essentially five one word positions and demonstrated them after he spanked Kitten hard on the ass while she counted them out, with his bare hand.
Each position was demonstrated several times in different order

SPANKING: “This is where the cunt bends over at the waist and grabs her ankle. I’ve punished her butt mainly” but for affect “I may spank her tits” he slapped them both with his hands causing them to jiggle “or even her face” he let one go across the face. “I am an equal opportunity punisher, so the whole body pretty much should get equal wear”

ATTEN-HUT: “This is where the ass cheeks must spring down, while the tits must flop up somewhat, so as to see a ‘snap’ to attention. Shoulders back, standing up straight. Legs closed (for a change). Eyes cast down so as not to see too proud.”

HEEL: “The bitch gets on all fours and keeps eyes cast down, palm of hands, knees, and ball of foot touching the ground. The legs should be wide enough that Master can physically see pink between the legs and both the butthole and pussy should be visible.” Master physically corrected her a few times to make sure she was wide enough but could still crawl without falling over.

SPREAD: “Cunt gets on her back where she belongs, takes both of her legs and pulls them apart with her hands and makes sure that both her pussy and asshole are visible and that the pussy is as wide as it can be.”

TABLE: “Part of a battery of furniture training, this one will be used so much, that she needs to make it common. She’ll be a chair, or a footstool, too but the table is the most useful form of all her forms. She has to bend pretty much as she does in Heel, except keep her head down and her arms and legs spread wide, with her back flat enough that if I set a glass or dish it won’t fall down. “ He then showed Amanda by setting a glass on her back and correcting Kitten until it was just right.

Amanda gave a half hearted attempt to sound convincing by giving the positions as orders and Kitten quietly assumed each one.


Tucker said “You do not have to put her through her paces, but its good to know you can and what to expect, so you can correct if she fucks up and doesn’t do it to her liking. Now lets say you tell her to go fetch you something and she doesn’t get it as fast as you think she should and with as much of a spring in her step, I want to show what funishments are!”
“funishments?” Amanda giggled at the play on words.

Tucker laughed and said “Damn Straight!”

Bastard, I didn’t excel at English (obviously) but I’d have to say that in addition to being a fan of irony, he was also fond of Tmesis devices within his training plan, merging “Fun” with “Punishment”.



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Okay, so I am not sure if Tmesis is the right term for "Funishment" but what I wanted to do was use the ironic bastard device a few times to end the chapter and then change it up. I am not sure how sustainable that is from chapter to chapter. Kind of like how "Honor Harrington" books by David Weber all have "Honor" in the title some how.

Any thoughts on where you'd like to see the story go?

I am just putting it into 1st gear really.

I have also thought about the prologue not being a fast forward, but more like something from 15 years earlier when Susan was in her hey-day. I wanted to make her seem initially not too wicked so that the reader may identify with her, but then I thought that maybe there was a wild side to her in college or something she had almost repressed.

[amandaserve]

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER ELEVEN: The long and winding road..


Tucker had gone over the basic rules in the cab, the scooby snack incentive system and his own training agenda for the next three days.
His belly was full of Olive Garden Lasagna and his dick was hard as hell. He wanted to sink his cock deep into this bitch and he could smell her pussy
getting wet at the thought of being used, a very good sign.

But what about the brat? He had to show restraint around Amanda, that was part of the deal and he was an honorable man. Plus, he had to get this load to Arkansas, so with a smack of his hand and a chance for Amanda to ask some final questions, he sat back in the "Captain's Chair" driver's seat and pulled out of the Mcdonalds onto the open highway.

Kitten was down on all fours crawling around the tiny space on the floor of the cab, and Amanda was already settling in to paint her nails and make the best of the long and boring ride. Her ripe little tomato of a pussy facing Tucker who would periodically speak to her as he drove

"Nice touch shaving it hairless before we began" He said in a hushed tone, perhaps so that Amanda didn't see him breaking his harsh exterior.

"Yeah well, we talked about it and I knew you were going to expect it, so I went ahead and did it anyway." Kitten took his informal speech as a sign she could speak in turn.

-THWOCK- across her pussy

"Hey bitch, just because I am speaking informally to you, doesn't mean you should get lazy. This is what you wanted, after all?"

"Yes Master" she straightened herself.

"Don't pucker your asshole just because you got punished" He offered a more playful slap. "Tell me, how does it feel to have got passed the first demo?"


"Sir, I didn't think I would have the courage to go through with this." Kitten said breathing out a sigh of relief


"Yeah, I didn't think you would either." Tucker grinned "But you know its going to get a lot harder over the coming months?"


"Yes Master, I do, and it is what I deserve"


"Why are you so sure?" Tucker playfully toyed with the leather wrapping on his riding crop as he asked the question. He already knew her answer but wanted to hear it from her again.

"Because Sir, I am a Wicked bitch that takes delight in this harsh treatment and to be truly broken of my prideful nature and wicked, lazy, cruel heart then I must be trained to accept that my place is to serve and be used for the amusement of others, and not my own pointless purposes."

"Good answer bitch, you can sit up in the passenger chair"

"Naked, Sir?"

"I didn't say you could put on clothes, so its your choice to sit up or stay on all fours giving me a good view of your asshole and twat" he said as she started to get up off her knees and squat up over the chair to look out at the road before getting into the passengers chair "Damn, Jim doesn't know what he is missing".

She gave him a glare which he overlooked. It was one thing to call her names, but making fun of Jim was something that was her job. She secretly smiled that he backed down on it and didn't continue talking about Jim when she gave him that stare. It meant he was concerned about her thoughts and feelings.

She also noticed that way up here in the truck, regular cars couldn't see into the cab, so even though she was exposed to truckers passing by if they cared to look in, she wouldn't be seen by highway patrols and that was her primary concern about that. She didn't mind if truckers took a look at her tits while they rode, they were going to see a whole lot more than that, and Tucker was just pulling into a rest area to demonstrate....

Bastard.