Sexy Days and Fucked-Up Nights

As Wendy walked in she could smell stale coffee and motor oil, not the most aromatic of scents. On a table on the far side of the room, next to a few chairs and a cheap leatherette sofa designed as a simple waiting area, she saw the source of the coffee smell. An old tureen style stainless steel coffee pot with several paper cups stacked next to it and a few packages of sugar and powdered creamer in a small straw bowl. There was steam rising from the pot so at least it seemed the coffee had been made sometime today. She looked around the rest of the office. There were a row of tires set in metal framed racks along one wall, two tiers high and a large counter with a register towards the back of the room. She could see a door behind the counter that led out into the garage itself. A large square window was set next to the door so customers could see out into the garage and watch the work being done on the cars.

Speaking of cars, now that she was inside, she noticed that the garage had three bays and none of them were occupied with other vehicles. Maybe the cars she had seen parked in front all belonged to the employees. She shrugged and put that out of her mind and walked up to the counter. No one was behind it but there was a bell on the desk and a sign taped next to it saying, 'Ring for Service'. She nodded to herself and tapped the bell firmly. It made a desultory 'bing' that quickly died away. She waited for a moment to see what would happen. After about a minute, no one had appeared and she was about to ring the bell again when the door from the garage opened and a man in mechanics overalls walked in.

He was about 6' tall but looked like he weighed about 300 pounds. A fat gut bulged over his mechanics belt that he wore. He had thick, black hair that was greasy and ill-kempt and about a 2-day growth of facial hair (Wendy really couldn't call it a beard). He was dark complected and of all the ridiculous stereotypes had a short and fat cigar stub clenched between his teeth. When he saw Wendy standing at the counter his eyes widened and a greasy sort of smile came to his face. He walked up to the counter and took the cigar stub out of his mouth and stubbed it out on the counter amidst other burn stains that suggested this was common practice for him.

"Good afternoon Miss," he started off with, "How can I help you?"

Wendy was suddenly concerned that this might not be the best place to bring their car, but she was here now and she didn't want to be rude and just turn and leave. Besides, her Master was counting on her. She put on a smile she didn't quite feel and looked the man straight in the eyes.

"Our car was frozen in about six inches of ice during the storm and the undercarriage was frozen for a time as well. We need to have the car looked over and new tires put on. Can you do that?" Honestly, a part of her hoped this man would tell her they were booked up but unfortunately for her he was smiling and nodding.

"Of course! That's a common complaint this week." He peered around Wendy and looked out through the half-glass door into the parking lot. Your car is the Lincoln out there?" Wendy nodded. The man looked back at Wendy and then out into the three empty bays and back to her again.

"I think I can squeeze you in," he said, grinning at his own joke. "Keys?"

Wendy nodded and fished the keys out of her purse and handed them to the mechanic. He took them and then took her hand quickly and gave it a shake.

Great!. I'm Phil and I'll have one of the boys bring it in right away. Your welcome to wait. Have some coffee and make yourself comfortable. I'll let you know as soon as we get a preliminary diagnosis."

Wendy said, "Thank you," and turned to go back over to the small waiting area. As she walked away she could almost feel the big man's eyes staring at her ass. He didn't move from the counter till she reached the coffee pot.

"Shouldn't be too long," he called as he turned and went back out into the garage.

Wendy was relieved that he had left. She didn't like the way he had been staring at her. Wendy was attractive and she knew men looked at her when she went out. Sometimes, truth be told, she enjoyed the attention. Her Master even encouraged it, often dressing her in skimpy or revealing clothes when they went out. Sometimes he even encouraged her to flirt or tease strange men at a bar or a nightclub. But here today, on her own at a shop she knew nothing about, she felt a little more vulnerable than usual.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and sniffed it cautiously. It was warm and didn't smell too stale. She sipped it tentatively and sat down to wait. She hoped this wouldn't take too long. The sooner she could get back home to her Master, the better.

III

Wendy must have actually dozed off. She had been sitting on the cheap sofa in the waiting area for her car to be finished. She had seen a tall black man in those striped overalls go out and get in her car and drive it back into the garage area. She had taken a few more sips of the tepid coffee and set it down. Without anything else to do she had pulled out her phone and was checking her texts and emails. There wasn't any Wi-Fi signal here and her data was slow so eventually she had given up and just sat, staring out the window, lost in thought. The next thing she knew she was startled awake by the door to the garage banging open. She looked around hastily, wiping a little trail of drool from her cheek and saw Phil, the fat mechanic and that black man she had seen get her car both walking towards her.

"Good news!" Phil called out as the two men approached. "We checked the undercarriage and everything looks fine. We also checked fluid levels and filters and they all seem OK. Were just getting a new set of tires put on it now and you should be ready to go."

That's great!" Wendy said, smiling and standing up. "Thank you for your quick service."

"Not a problem. Uh, we did find one thing though while we were checking the spare in your car." Phil had an odd expression on his face that she couldn't quite read. Something between a mischievous grin and... She just couldn't quite place it.

"What did you find?" She asked the men. The large black man with Phil answered. His name tag on his overalls said 'Bobby'.

"Maybe it's better you come see for yourself," and he turned and started walking back towards the door that they had both come through. Wendy shrugged and followed.

"OK."

The two men led her across the small office and into the garage. There she could see her car on a lift in the farthest of the three bays. She also noticed that the large bay doors were closed, making the interior of the garage seem a bit darker and giving off slightly menacing feel. Wendy saw that there were two other mechanics gathered around the back of her Lincoln. They had their backs to the trio as they walked in, as if they were looking at something on her car.

"So," Wendy asked as they walked across the garage, "What did you find? Is it a problem?"

"Oh, I don't think so," said Phil, "But it is curious." They reached the two mechanics near her car and they turned and looked up, wide grins on their faces. In their hands they held a very large dildo and one of Wendy's larger ball gags. Their eyes stared at the young woman and Wendy could see the lust in their eyes. As Bobby stepped up to be with the other two men, Phil's large bulk came up behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder making Wendy jump, just a little.

"We found these in a little bag in the back of the car, Miss. Kind of unusual stuff to be carrying around with you, wouldn't you say?" Now Wendy could identify the look on Phil's face. Greed and lust. She took a step away from Phil but found she was somewhat encircled by these men. She laughed nervously and cleared her throat.

"Oh my, I'm really embarrassed. I uh, guess I must have forgotten to take those inside the last time I unpacked the car. I'm, uh, sorry if it made you all uncomfortable." She looked around at the four men surrounding her. They didn't look uncomfortable. They looked excited. Wendy tried to take back a little control of the situation. Something she felt she was rapidly losing.

"Here, I'll just put those away and go back to the waiting area till you're all finished with my car." She reached for the sex toys but the two mechanics holding them pulled them back out of her reach. Phil pressed in a little closer to her. Too close for Wendy's comfort. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek as he spoke.

"Oh, we're not embarrassed at all sweet-thing. In fact, seeing these got us curious. I mean, I couldn't help but notice that nice collar you're wearing." His hand reached up and his pudgy fingers traced a line down her neck and onto her slave collar. "Is this some sort of a dog collar or something? Are you somebody's dog?"

Wendy shuddered at his touch and tried to scoot away but the three other men had moved in very close now and she was trapped in between them all. She tried to sound calm even as her heartbeat sped up and sweat began to trickle down the back of her neck.

"No! Of course not!" She laughed nervously. "It's not a dog collar, it's a gift from my Master..." she stopped immediately as she realized what she had said. "I, uh mean my, uh..."

"Your Master?" Asked Bobby. "Are you some kind of a slave? His dark, smoldering eyes glinted brightly as he said this.

"Slave?" Squeaked Wendy, now starting to get very frightened surrounded by these four strangers. Uh, well yes...I mean, not like a slave -- slave. I mean, it's all just something we do...uh..."

Her words came out fast and flustered. She didn't know how to handle this situation. To make matters worse, she was frightened but she was also turned on, having four large men surrounding her, looking at her the way they were. Not that she really wanted anything to happen here, not with these men, but her body was reacting to the situation and her mind tended to go to that sub-space she was so comfortable in. She shook her head to try and clear her thoughts.

Now Phil took her by the arm, his hand gripping her tightly. He turned her to face him. His breath stank but he leaned in close enough to kiss her.

"You're a slave? A sex slave it looks like." His eyes stared into hers and then roamed down her body over every beautiful and sexy curve. " You like being a sex slave?"

Wendy gulped and a soft whimper came out. She shook her head trying to avoid looking directly at Phil.

"No. I mean, it's not just about sex. I'm, like his property... I mean..." She trailed off. This was just making things worse. She breathed deep and tried again. " Just let go of my arm. I'll go back and wait till the car is finished. I'm not comfortable here." She tried to sound firm but she couldn't help the small quaver in her voice.

"Oh, you're not comfortable. I'm sorry!" Phil said with a deep sarcastic tone to his voice. "How can we make this slave more comfortable boys?" The hand that wasn't gripping her arm came up and grabbed at her breast, squeezing it. "Does this help, slave?" He grinned at her.

Bobby came up behind her, his big strong hand came up and slapped Wendy's jean covered ass, hard. Wendy felt the sting of that slap even through her clothes. She yelped and jumped, inadvertently shoving herself into Phil's arms.

"A good slave needs discipline" said Bobby. He quickly slapped her ass again, this time not pulling away but grabbing a hold of her firm, round ass and squeezing. "Maybe that's what this bitch needs to be comfortable. He leaned in to her ear and whispered to her, "Isn't that right slave?"

Wendy whimpered again as Bobby's hand squeezed her sore ass cheek and Phil continued to grope her breast through her winter sweater. He grabbed and squeezed her breast, mashing it painfully. Wendy never wore underwear. That was just the way her Master liked it but now she was regretting that. Her nipples were becoming stiff and poking through the material of her top and she was certain Bobby could tell.

She was shaking as these two men slapped and groped her, scared of how out of control this had gotten. Were they actually going to rape her, right here in this dirty garage? Part of her screamed for some way out of this but there was that other part, her submissive side that was starting to grow louder. That just said she should do whatever they asked. They were in charge and she was just a slave. She tried to ignore that voice but it was getting harder as her body began to respond more and more.

"Hey!" cried Phil, "I don't think this slut has a bra on. I think she's enjoying this! Dan, Pete, come here and help me get her 'more comfortable'. He laughed and started to pull up her top.

The two mechanics moved up on poor Wendy, each one grabbing an arm. That allowed Phil to let go and grab her sweater with both hands. He yanked it up over her chest. Dan and Pete raised her arms up over her head and held them there while Phil pulled the sweater up all the way. Between the three of them they wrestled it off of the struggling woman.

"Please don't" cried Wendy. "Stop this right now!"

Bobby's hand was still on her ass but now he slid both of his muscular arms around her waist and grabbed at the buttons to her jeans. He deftly unsnapped them and quickly pulled down the zipper. Then he began to slide the tight hip-huggers over her round ass and down her legs.

"No! Don't! Stop, please!" Wendy shouted again but Bobby and the other men ignored her. Her pants were quickly pulled down to her feet and her sweater pulled off. Just as with her bra she hadn't worn panties either so now Wendy was naked and held by these four men.

"Wow!" Phil exclaimed, look at her body! She's a goddess! We are gonna have some fun with her boys!" Dan and Pete cheered in agreement and Bobby's hands ran back up her legs to her waist. One hand slid back to her ass while the other came around in front and slid up against her smooth and shaved pussy. He pressed his fingers in between her labial lips and slid in, feeling her already damp womanhood.

"Hell! She does like this! She's already wet!" Bobby pulled his finger out, damp with her own juices. He brought the finger up to her mouth and smeared it across Wendy's mouth, pressing it in between her lips. Wendy's tongue had a mind of its own and it licked the invading digit even as her lips closed on it and began to suck on Bobby's finger. She let a small moan escape as she did so.

"This slut is hot and ready! Phil said! Lets get her all set up!. Come on guys! It's time to put this slave through her paces!" Wendy cringed and tried one more time to stop this.

"No...ph..please" she mumbled around the finger in her mouth. "Don't....I don't want to..." But even as she said that, her body shuddered as Phil grabbed her breast again, this time taking her stiff and aching nipple between his fingers and pinching hard.

"That's a lie sweetheart" he chuckled. "I can tell this is exactly what you want!" He laughed and grabbed

The other men laughed and hands grabbed Wendy, taking a hold of her arms and legs and lifting her up, carrying her back across the garage. Wendy cried out as they did this.

"I'm begging you...please stop!" but her cries went unheeded.

IV

It didn't take the four men long to get Slave Wendy ready. They dragged her over to the first bay in the garage. While Phil and Bobby held her, Dan and Pete went to the controls for the large car lift and began to raise it up. When it was at about 5 feet high, they stopped it The lift was essentially two wide arms to either side of the central hydraulic pole with a crossbeam attaching the two arms to each other and the lift-pole. Like a huge "H" laid flat. There were a couple of smaller struts between the two arms as well for stability.

Once it was at the proper height, they stopped it at quickly attached two steel cables looping around the end of each arm. Then Bobby and Phil pulled the struggling Slave over and raising her arms over her head, used zip ties to attach her arms to each of the cables. Now Wendy stood, her arms outstretched and slightly raised, tied to the large "H" frame of the lift. She whined and pulled at her bonds but she couldn't pull free. The men stood around for a moment, watching her struggle, enjoying the way she jumped and pulled, watching her lovely breasts bounce.

Finally Bobby walked over and ducked under the struts of the lift to stand behind her. He reached over and pulled a box off of a cart that was nearby. Tearing it open he produced a fan belt. It was really a long-looped piece of rubber, almost an inch wide and about 80 inches long. He doubled it over in his large fist and pulled back and swatted Wendy hard across the ass with the thick rubber belt. Wendy screamed and jumped, pulling crazily at her bonds. Bobby loved that reaction and hauled back and slapped her hard again. The belt left wide red stripes across her ass cheeks.

Wendy screamed again and thrashed against her bonds. The other men watched her struggles and laughed as Wendy screamed. Bobby slapped her again and again on the ass, two more welt raising strikes. Now Wendy was sobbing, her ass on fire. Phil walked up to the trembling slave and grabbed a hold of her right breast. He squeezed it hard, twisting it and pulling at her throbbing nipple. She groaned through her tears.

"Enjoying this slave?" he asked with a cruel grin. He stared into Wendy's eyes and dared her to respond. Wendy stared back through tear filled eyes She bit her trembling lip and looked at the fat man who stood in front of her, even as she was aware of the large black man with a belt behind her. She knew she was a slave and that this was what slaves were good for. She hadn't asked for this, wouldn't have sought it out, but couldn't deny her inner submissive. Still, she really didn't want to give this man the satisfaction of her surrender, so she steeled herself and slowly shook her head.

"No." She said softly, tears tracking down her cheek.

"SMACK" The rubber belt slammed against her ass again and Phil pulled and twisted her nipple harder. Wendy screamed against the double assault but her body responded with the familiar spike of heat and pleasure, running throughout her and spiking deep in her pussy.

"I said are you enjoying this slave!" Phil asked again, holding her stretched and twisted nipple between his fingers. Wendy sniffed and raised her head enough to look at Phil's face.

"Y...yes." She whispered softly, tears tracing down her cheeks.

"That's right. You do enjoy this. Are you a good slave?" He asked and he gave her abused nipple another little tweak. She flinched and nodded her head.

"Yes," she said softly.

"SMACK!" Bobby struck her ass again with the belt, now leaving raised purpleing welts on her cheeks.

"Yes, what?" Demanded Phil.

"Yes, Master" Wendy groaned. "I'm a good slave."

"Great!. And what is this good slave going to let us do?" he asked wryly, a lustful gleam in his eyes. Wendy wanted to spit, to fight back. She knew these men were taking her against her will. But it didn't matter. Her mind had retreated beyond all that and she was safe in her sub space. Her voice barely trembled as she answered him.

"Whatever you want to do, Master." Phil smiled at her and released her poor aching tit.

"Good. He turned and looked at Dan and Pete. Well boys, you heard her, we can do whatever we like." He turned back to Wendy. "I think I'd like to taste those beautiful tits of yours.

He grabbed her and pulled her close while leaning in to take her left breast into his mouth. He sucked on her tit and ran his tongue over the stiff nub, teasing and tasting it. Then he bit it, pulling on it with his teeth, stretching it as he did so. Behind her, bobby dropped the belt and moved away deeper into the garage.