"Enough!" shouted Karen and Jack landed one more for good measure.
The knickers used to gag Cherry's mouth were drenched in saliva where the girl had screamed in vain for release. Karen barked out yet another order.
"Strap her down, along the bar."
The hand secured behind Cherry's back was released and brought in front of her, then both hands were tied further along the bumper, bending her over until her body lay flat along the cold steel.
"Seeing that Jack helped me, I'll let him ride her once before I take her back to the cab. The rest of you can wait."
There was surprisingly little grumbling about the deal. The other Drivers were enjoying the show anyway, and each knew he would take his turn on the unfortunate girl.
Jack threw one leg across the bar and brought his rigid cock down parallel to it. Whether it was the sweat from having to ride the bumper or the beating she'd just endured, Cherry's sheath was well oiled. Slipping his cock deeper inside the girl he considered the possibility that she had enjoyed it. Many of them did.
Oblivious to his cheering audience Jack pounded away at the girl, a tit in each hand for balance. As he neared the final strokes he leant forward and pulled the knickers from her mouth. Immediately she screamed.
"Please!" she begged. "Please, no more! I will do whatever you want. I just can't bear any more." As she finished her words her body juddered with the force of Jack's sperm delivering thrusts.
Cherry was untied and helped up into the cabin of Karen's rig. The hands beneath her bottom pulled open her cheeks and a cheer lifted at the sight of Jacks emission seeping from her abused hole. Once inside, the door slammed shut and the men outside clambered onto the bonnet and sides of the rig to watch whatever Karen held in store.
To Cherry's horror Karen lay naked on the bunk in the cab. One arm supported her massive tits. The other lifted her belly in order that Cherry could see her cunt.
"Lick it!" ordered Karen. "Get your tongue deep inside until I say stop."
With the cheeks of her bottom pressed against the side window so that Jack's cum smeared the glass, Cherry dipped her head between Karen's massive thighs and poked out her tongue. The Drivers' hot sweaty crack smelled and tasted like she'd been sitting on it for a week.
The excitement of beating her new possession had already brought the big woman off in her knickers and the creamy sex fluid had greased her fat swollen flaps. The chilly glass on Cherry's rear end had done little to cool her burning skin and stood as a suitable prompt to keep at her task, no matter how tangy the big woman's liquid tasted. As she lapped away Karen was quick to remind her not to forget her clit.
She dug her heel into Cherry's already sore bottom. "And get that tongue in good and deep."
The girl's tongue brought Karen to a second orgasm and the big woman released her from her task. She had another already planned! When Cherry lifted her head she was confronted with a huge dildo and told to give Karen a good fucking with it. She did as Karen instructed, easing the huge phallus up her mistresses cunt and fucking her with it in slow powerful strokes. As she did it Karen held up her tits for Cherry to suck on.
"Get used to it babe," she said, stroking Cherry's hair. "I like my girls to be nice to me. When you've finished, I'm gonna be nice to you."
The big Driver was true to her word. Once Cherry had satisfied her she turned the girl around and repaid the compliment. With the same huge dildo. As she worked it up her new young possession she couldn't help but add:
"This will make you a bit more accommodating for the lads. Some of them are very well hung."
From what she saw on the rest of the video, Susan considered it a kind act. Some of the men were as big as Karen had made out. One in particular, had a cock thicker than H's and his was certainly massive, as she had just found out.
The tape finished and Susan removed it from the machine to replace in the pile. There were dozens more, including the one H had told her to watch. Unable to face that one yet she picked up another.
She recognised the location straight away as Jimmy's, the main Headquarters for the Drivers and the place Jack had passed her over to Lincoln. The opening scene showed Bingo at Jimmy's garage, standing in the central island next to the fuel pumps. He was fooling around and playing up to the camera like the moron he was. Susan hated Bingo because of the way he had treated her. Daily beatings, sometimes several times a day was all she had known when she was with him. Most of the men used the whippings to keep the girls in line. To remind them of their place should they do or say something above their station. Bingo though, dished out spankings for nothing but his own pleasure, sometimes taking an entire shift off work in order to mete out his belt for the whole day. She was glad to be shot of him.
Bingo continued his clowning when the doors of the old hangar swung open behind him. It was H and his friend Jack. Each was pulling a car seat attached to a low trolley and each trolley ran on two small barrow wheels. The camera followed them across to a fence where Tania and Cora stood tethered to a post by a leather bridle.
They were the two girls Susan had watched in the first film, so obviously they had failed to secure any release and, like her, their future looked forever intertwined with the Drivers. Around each girls waist was a heavy belt to which cuffs were attached at the sides. The girls wrists were held firmly in these cuffs keeping their hands near their bottoms. Apart from these accoutrements the girls remained unhampered by clothing.
The men positioned the girls in order to attach the trolleys to buckles in the waist belts. That done, they backed the girls away from the fence and took up their place in the seat on the trolleys, or as they preferred to call them, the chariots. From a thin pipe welded on to each chariot the men took a long thin aerial and whipped it across the girls' backsides, sending them into an immediate sprint.
Like the ancient Greek races in the Hippodrome the two charioteers raced around the oval island that held the fuel pumps, spurring on their chargers with the liberal use of the aerial.
Tania had obviously overcome the shyness she displayed in the first film as she led the race by a good ten feet or so. It was probably the extra attention the men had given her on account of her timidness that had toughened her up. Whatever the reason Cora had better make up the deficit because the loser was bound to be in line for some sort of punishment.
From the effort evident on the girls' faces each one knew it, and friendship had given way to preservation. The race lasted five laps before the girls were pulled up alongside Bingo.
Susan assumed Tania had won but that wasn't the case.
"Refuel!" shouted H.
It was here that Bingo came into his own. He removed a handle from one of the fuel pumps, stretched across the back of Cora and forced the tip of the pump inside her bottom. Susan grew alarmed at the consequences of Bingo's actions but the girl hardly flinched. Sure Cora registered the intrusion by stamping her feet and lifting her head but she remained remarkably unperturbed at the thought of petrol pouring up her arsehole. After what seemed like ages Bingo finally removed the pump and a great arc of liquid squirted from Cora's rear end.
Thankfully the men had converted a pump to dispense water and the girls had already been through the fear of cremation. The races it would seem were a frequent event.
"Right then! My favourite filly. That should lighten you up for the next race. You had better put in a lot more effort."
The two girls were brought together, Cora on the inside, Tania on the outside.
"Ready, set, go," shouted Bingo.
The flash of flailing aerials sent the girls on their way. The lighter Cora flew into the lead, where she remained for the rest of the race. This resulted in Tania receiving the same treatment which Cora had endured after the earlier contest. She failed to accommodate the pump quite as bravely as her friend had done and Jack had to chastise her several times with the whip before she would stand firm and accept entry of the nozzle.