All These Roadworks note: The following is chapters 9 and 10 of Everbright Lane by Rhea Listic. In these chapters, the young woman referred to as “Cunt” is being taken out to run errands by Martha, one of her cruel owners. If you like what you read, and want more, then pick up your copy of Everbright Lane in the ATR store! (Click here to view in store.)
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Chapter 9 – Ass for Gas
The nice new car pulled into the gas station on the edge of town. Hubert eased the sleek black vehicle into the spot beside pump number three, the engine purring softly before he killed it. The trunk lid popped open.
“Out” Martha encouraged with a sneer. “Time for your first errand stop.”
Cunt blinked against the sudden light, her body still curled awkwardly in the confined space where she’d been stowed like luggage. She crawled out of the trunk, her fluffy dog tail swishing, short skirt barely covering anything. Her plugged ass and bare cunt were on full display as she moved. A few scattered customers at the other pumps glanced over, a trucker filling his rig, a businessman in a black sedan, but no one looked surprised.
The fat, middle-aged gas station attendant named Roy was already waddling over from the register, his belly straining against a grease-stained shirt, a big, knowing grin splitting his ruddy face. He wiped his hands on a rag that looked like it hadn’t been clean in years, eyes lighting up as they raked over her exposed body.
Martha handed him the leash with a pleasant smile. “She’s all yours for the usual routine, Roy. We’ll fill up the car while you fill her up. Make sure you get your money’s worth. She’s been a bit lazy today, so feel free to be firm.”
Roy took the leash and gave it a sharp tug. “Come on, you little cumdump. Let’s get you taken care of.”
Cunt crawled behind him toward the bathroom. The leash pulled taut, digging into the back of her collar. The door was grimy, the metal handle sticky with who-knew-what, the faded sign reading “Customers Only” barely legible under layers of dirt.
Roy dropped his pants and sat down heavily on the filthy toilet seat. His thick, veiny cock sprang free, already rock-hard and pointing upward.
“Get up here,” he grunted, tugging on the leash again, his free hand stroking himself lazily.
Cunt froze on all fours, her eyes wide. A tiny, sound slipped out of her before she could stop it. “Please… “ she began.
Roy’s laugh was low and ugly. One meaty hand shot out, grabbed the leash right at the collar, and hauled her up like she weighed nothing. Her knees scraped across the sticky floor as he yanked her forward and forced her to straddle his thick thighs. She tried to turn her face away, but he clamped his other hand over her mouth, two thick fingers shoving straight between her lips.
“Yeah, yeah, bitch” he said, pumping his fingers roughly in and out of her mouth, making her gag and drool instantly. “Martha and Hubert warned me you’d beg just to get fucked harder. Guess they know their worthless fuckpig pretty well.”
He reached down with his other hand, gripping the base of the butt plug and yanking it out with a wet, obscene pop. Cunt gasped sharply as the heavy metal stretched her rim one last time before sliding free, leaving her hole gaping and twitching, already slick from the lube Martha had applied that morning.
Immediately Roy lined up his fat head against her pucker and thrust upward in one brutal motion, sliding deep into her already-stretched ass. Cunt let out a sharp, strangled noise around his thick fingers still buried in her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” he groaned, his voice low and guttural as her walls clenched around his girth. His other hand wrapped around her waist, and he started bouncing her on his lap. Up and down, up and down, her tits jiggling wildly in the cropped top, nipples scraping against the stretched fabric with each jolt.
Roy leaned forward, burying his face between her pushed-up tits, slobbering and biting at her nipples through the cotton. He grabbed the front of her already strained cropped top with both hands and ripped it down so her tits spilled out completely. Roy immediately latched back on with fresh hunger, slobbering and biting at her now-naked nipples even harder. His mouth was hot and greedy, sucking one stiff peak deep, all while he kept bouncing her mercilessly on his meaty cock, the filthy toilet seat creaking under them with every thrust.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled, and then he came. Thick, hot spurts flooding deep into her gut, pulse after pulse painting her insides. She felt every jet, the warmth spreading as he held her impaled, grinding her down to make sure not a drop escaped. Her ass clenched around him involuntarily, milking him dry.
He held her down on his cock until he was finished, then pulled out and quickly shoved the butt plug back into her cum-filled hole, sealing everything inside. Then he dismissively shoved her off his lap. Cunt landed hard on the dirty floor, the impact driving the butt plug even deeper into her ass. She let out a sharp “umph” as the tail compressed beneath her. Roy stood up, pulled up his pants and wiped his hands on his shirt.
Martha was still standing by the register, casually flipping through an interior design magazine as if she were waiting in line at a coffee shop. Roy handed the leash back with a casual nod, as if returning a borrowed tool.
“All done?” Martha asked
Roy grinned wide, yellowed teeth flashing. “Good as new. Plugged her up tight so she won’t make a mess in that fancy new car of yours.”
Martha laughed “Wonderful. We appreciate the service, Roy. Same time next fill-up?”
Before Roy could answer, a familiar voice called out from the doorway, casual and expectant, like spotting an old acquaintance at the grocery store.
“Roy, you done with her already?” It was Carl, an unremarkable man in his mid-twenties who sometimes covered the evening shift. Average height, average build, with mousy brown hair that never quite sat right and plain, forgettable features that made him blend into any crowd.
Martha turned with that same pleasant smile, eyes lighting up as if he’d offered to carry her groceries. “She has her ass plugged nice and full,” she explained conversationally, gesturing vaguely toward Cunt’s swaying tail, “but her pussy is still free if you want a quick turn before we head out.”
Carl didn’t need to be asked twice. He walked over, grabbed Cunt by the hair, and shoved her face down onto the filthy gas station floor. He flipped up her short skirt, lined up his hard cock with her dripping cunt, and slammed into her in one rough thrust. The double penetration made Cunt groan into the floor as Carl fucked her hard doggy style, the plug pressing against his cock through the thin wall creating a tight, double-stuffed sensation with every thrust.
Martha continued flipping through her magazine at the register, occasionally glancing over. After a few minutes he groaned loudly, buried himself to the hilt, and came deep inside her. When he pulled out, a thick stream of mixed cum immediately began leaking from her pussy onto the dirty floor as he casually wiped his dick clean in Cunt’s hair, then zipped up.
Roy chuckled. “Look at that mess she’s making again.”
Martha looked down “Oh, Cunt. You’ve leaked all over the floor. We can’t leave it like that.” She rolled up the interior design magazine into a tight tube and gave Cunt a sharp slap across the face with it. Cunt obediently dropped lower and began licking the mixed cum from the dirty concrete, her fluffy tail moving behind her.
Martha continued to apologize on Cunt’s behalf while she kept licking, her tongue working diligently to clean every drop. “We do appreciate you giving her your attention like this. She’s very grateful, even if she doesn’t show it properly. I’ll make sure she gets extra training at home so she doesn’t embarrass us again.”
Roy and Carl nodded along, chuckling. “No problem at all. She’s always a good sport.”
As they turned to leave, Roy called out with a big, shit-eating grin, waving them off. “Hey, you can take that magazine for free too, along with the gas. Ass for gas, works every time!”
All three adults burst into hearty laughter at the pun. Martha waved the magazine cheerfully as they headed back to the car. “Oh, Roy, you’re terrible!” she giggled. “But we do appreciate it. See you next time!”
They loaded Cunt back into the trunk and drove off. Her body rocked gently as the car pulled away from the pump and back onto the road toward the next errand.
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Chapter 10 – Hairdresser
The luxurious car pulled up outside Lucy’s Hair & Beauty, a small but upscale salon on the corner of a quiet, tree-lined street. The storefront was elegant with a soft pastel signage, large windows with perfectly arranged displays of hair products.
“Time for Mommy’s trim. You’ll be helping the other customers today.” Martha said as she opened the trunk.
Cunt crawled out onto the sidewalk. The short skirt rode up immediately, exposing her bare cunt and the heavy butt plug that kept the tail anchored deep in her ass. Every movement made the tail wag obscenely as she followed Martha into the salon.
Lucy, the owner, was a tall, sharp-featured woman with a permanent sadistic glint in her eye. She greeted them with a warm smile.
“Martha, darling! Right on time. And you brought a dogbitch today. How perfect.” There was an unmistakable undercurrent of cruel delight when she looked at Cunt crawling on the floor. Other than that no one paid her much attention. They all knew about the special needs girl by now. The story of the poor adoptee with mobility and cognitive issues.
The salon smelled of shampoo, peroxide and warm hair. Two middle-aged women were under the dryers getting perms, their heads wrapped in plastic and curlers. A younger gentleman sat in the waiting area, flipping through a magazine.
While Lucy worked with scissors and comb, chatting pleasantly about the weather and the upcoming garden club meeting, Cunt was put to work crawling between the stations. First to the two women under the dryers. The first lady, a plump woman in her fifties with freshly set curls. She simply spread her legs without looking up from her magazine. Cunt pressed her face between the woman’s thighs and began licking her pussy. The woman sighed contentedly, one hand resting on Cunt’s head to guide her rhythm while she continued chatting. When the first woman finished with a quiet, satisfied moan, Cunt moved to the second lady and repeated the process, licking thoroughly, swallowing every drop.
Next, Cunt crawled to the waiting area. The gentleman unzipped his pants and spread his legs. Cunt took his cock without being told, sucking him obediently, bobbing her head while he continued turning pages. He came down her throat with a grunt and patted her head dismissively, then went back to reading as if nothing had happened.
Once the gentleman was done, Lucy and Martha decided it was time for her surprise. They led the crawling whore to the back treatment area, a private space hidden behind a heavy curtain. A single chair dominated the center of the room with thick leather straps attached to the armrests, leg rests, and waist.
Cunt stopped, her eyes widening as she took in the bindings. She tried to pull back, but Lucy’s hand was already on her arm. They lifted the uncooperative Cunt onto the chair together and diligently secured the straps.
Lucy leaned in close, her voice soft and warm as she ran a finger along Cunt’s exposed pussy. “I’m going to take such good care of you today, cuntlicker. We’re going to pierce those pretty nipples. Add little silver rings with tiny bells. Won’t that be lovely? Every time you move, everyone will hear what a jingling little whore you are.”
Cunt’s eyes widened even more in panic. “Please… no…”
Before Cunt could protest further, Lucy laughed lightly and delivered a sharp slap across the whore’s left tit. “Hush now. The bitch doesn’t get a say.” She reached for a rag from the supply shelf, rolled it tightly, and shoved it firmly into her mouth. “There we go,” she said cheerfully to Martha.
The rag was thick and dry, forcing Cunt’s jaw wide open and pressing her tongue down. It tasted like an old cleaning solution. She whimpered pathetically into the rag gag, trying weakly to spit it out.
Lucy picked up the piercing needle from the sterile tray, holding it up for Cunt to see.
Cunt’s whimpered louder into the rag, her head shaking frantically from side to side. Lucy squeezed the tender bud of her nipple until it stood out painfully. She then brought the needle to the base of the nipple “Ready, bitch?” She asked, “Here it comes.”
With a quick movement Lucy drove the needle straight through the flesh. The sharp pain exploded through Cunt’s chest as the metal pierced the sensitive tissue. Cunt cried out into the rag gag, her body jerking hard against the straps. Lucy didn’t pause. She slid the silver ring through the fresh hole and repeated the process with the next nipple.
As Lucy finished attaching the tiny bells to the fresh silver rings, she stepped back slightly and ran a finger slowly over Cunt’s forehead. “You know, I still think a nice tattoo would complete the look, maybe ‘WHORE’ right across her forehead in pretty cursive. What do you think, Martha?”
Cunt’s eyes widened in fresh horror at the suggestion. The bells dangled from the silver rings, tinkling softly with every ragged breath and every involuntary twitch of her chest.
Martha let out a soft, amused chuckle, shaking her head lightly. “Oh, Lucy, that’s a tempting thought, but I think it would be rather redundant,” she replied with a warm, pleasant smile. “Look at her, it’s already so obvious what she is.”
Lucy’s eyes drifted lower. She shoved two fingers deep into Cunt’s cunt, burying them to the knuckles in one smooth, forceful thrust. while speaking casually. “Then how about right here, above this greedy little hole? ‘CUMHOLE’. Simple, accurate and very inspiring.”
Cunt whimpered into the gag, trying to close her legs, but the restraints kept her spread wide open. The new bells on her nipples tinkled merrily with every little struggle.
Martha’s eyes brightened. She reached down and pushed a third finger in alongside Lucy’s, stretching Cunt’s hole open even wider. The sudden additional girth made her inner walls clenching helplessly around the intrusion. “Oh… that is an excellent idea. Very clear and honest. We’ll do that next week,” Martha decided firmly. “Set up the appointment”
Lucy smiled wickedly. “Perfect. I’ll have the stencil ready by then.”
Martha withdrew her fingers and wiped them on Cunt’s cheek. “And I’ll ask the neighbors if they have any more inspiring words we could add. I’m sure they’ll have some creative suggestions for our sweet cumrag. Everyone’s always so helpful with ideas for her.”
They uncuffed the bitch, leaving the rag gag in place for now. The small bells on her freshly pierced nipples tinkled with every shaky movement as she crawled behind Martha toward the door, her fluffy tail still swaying behind her.
The two women continued chatting pleasantly on the way out about Martha’s new haircut, the beautiful flower beds along the street and their plans for the town fair, while the delicate ringing of the bells followed them.
“Such a productive visit,” Martha said with a warm smile as she reached Hubert. “The bitch’s new nipple rings turned out even prettier than I expected. Every time the whore moves, those sweet bells make the most delightful sound. She is going to draw attention everywhere she goes now. And it is inclusive to the blind community as well.”
“Inclusive to the blind community… that’s a good one, Martha.” Hubert laughed as he crouched down. His large hand reached out and cupped Cunt’s freshly pierced tits. He gave the nipple a gentle tug, watching the bell swing and chime and Cunt whimper into the rag gag still stuffed in her mouth.
Before he straightened Hubert gave the freshly pierced tits one last pat, making the bells ring before loading her into the trunk.
“In you go, bitch. We still have a few more errands to run. Next stop is the hardware store”.
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