I never seemed to be able to listen to my dad no matter what he had to say to me. This was one thing that I seriously should have listened to when he warned me.

It was only a few hours earlier when it all began. My mom and I had a major scream fest about me going to a traveling carnival with my friends. She wanted me to work on my college apps, but I wanted to kick back and enjoy my last days of summer vacation. I was going to be turning eighteen in three days and just wanted to have some fun. The last thing I did was leave a note on my PC to say I had snuck out and maybe I’d be back later. If it weren’t for that note, they might have been able to help me.

I had a pretty good time with my friends for the first hour or so, but then I started feeling guilty about sneaking out of the house just to get my way. While my friends were riding several rides that I didn’t really like, I wandered off to grab a snack. As I sat down and took tiny bites from a funnel cake, a man sat down next to me and asked me what was wrong. He pointed out that it looked like I had been crying. After some prodding, I finally told him what I had done. When he laughed at me, I got a bit upset at him. But he told me he was only laughing because there were so many worse things in life to frown about. I had to agree that he was right.

That’s when I finally took a good look at the man sitting next to me. He looked about thirty, fairly tall, a great smile that warmed me up to him, and shoulders like a line backer. All thoughts about my mom and home melted away. He started to tease me in a flirtatious sort of way, and I must admit that he got my attention. A girl loves to have a grown man pay attention to her and I felt really flattered… and maybe a little smitten. We talked for a while and I found out he was a trucker that had just delivered a piece of equipment to the carnival. He said he was taking a break and was headed for the West coast afterwards. I told him I always wanted to go out west and wished I could go with him. Naturally, he invited me along to keep him company, and just as naturally, I declined the invitation.

That had brought up the subject of how lonely it had to be for him on the road alone all the time. I asked him how he did it and was sort of stunned at his reply. He told me that he would hook up with a hot girl now and then, and that made all the alone time so much easier to take. I almost felt sorry for him when I realized he had no one in his life but strangers. It was right about then that he finally introduced himself as Bret and I told him my name was Candy, short for Candace. I waited for the smirk because every guy would smirk when he heard my name. Considering what we had just been talking about, I expected him to ask the standard line. But instead he just laughed a little and replied ‘he wouldn’t ask’.

I pretended not to know what he wanted to ask, and told him I wouldn’t get mad. So rather slowly he asked, “I’m about to go for a very long ride. I would love a piece of candy to remember.”

I slapped his arm which was built hard as a post, and pretended I was slightly offended. I added that he wouldn’t know what to do with me. That was more telling of a statement to me than to him. It was a response I would often use on boys my age when I wanted to get laid. It had come out on its own, but I had to wonder just how attracted to this man I might be. After all, he was quite a hunk of a man. It was clear to him however that I did get a little shy from his question, so he added, “I won’t bite. I’ll just lick you a little.”

That was a new line and I had to admit to myself that though I didn’t really feel like getting laid, I was up for a little playtime. So, I started flirting with this much older guy and he was definitely picking up on it. He asked me if I had ever been in the sleeper of a truck and I told him I hadn’t. He asked if I wanted to check one out and I hesitated a little. I wanted to jump at the offer and see just what an older guy was like when making out, but I didn’t want to seem that easy. After he promised me that we would just mess around a little, and came right out and promised not to fuck me, I agreed to let him have a chance at a third base hit. When he wanted to know what my idea of third base was, I got so bashful. Of course he didn’t know the language of the day. He finally got me to admit that third base meant I might take care of him orally. That pleased him to no end, so he told me to follow him.

Bret was a very fast walker and I felt so odd almost running to keep up with him. I felt like a little girl at Christmas going to get a present. He was parked next to the store where the carnival had set up. He had a huge truck, but no trailer. Bret told me he had left the trailer here and was picking up his next one about a hundred miles down the road. I’m pretty petite and when he opened the door for me, I had to struggle just to reach the first step. When I looked up and in, I asked where I was supposed to go. He told me to just keep going and pushed on my ass to get me moving. He probably had no idea how hot he got me by that one little touch of my ass. Suddenly, I knew I was going to be giving him something to remember me by for quite a while.

I sort of half sat on his console and waited for him to follow me in. He pulled back the curtain to the sleeper and I was amazed by how roomy it looked. I crawled on in and he was right behind me. I sort of sat across from him so he could make the first move. I looked around and asked what several things were and one thing really stood out. There was a chrome rail on the back of the truck wall. He said it was a safety rail, but he would use it to restrain some of his wilder girls from time to time. I told him I didn’t believe any girl would let him do that.

Bret decided to teach me a quick lesson and crawled over to me, grabbed my arms and held them to the side wall of the sleeper over my head. I don’t have very big tits at all, so they were stretched rather tight and poked out at the trucker in plain view. Bret stopped at that, waited a few seconds, and then asked, “Now tell me you wouldn’t like to be a little restrained to heighten your pleasure under the right circumstances.”

I probably didn’t have to say anything, but since my nipples had gotten instantly hard, I admitted that I might be able to see some benefit in it. He let me go and sat back down.

“So, do all young girls consider giving head a third base thing these days?”

I was a little shocked by his question, but put on my game face and said, “Just girls who don’t want to get labeled as a cock tease. And I didn’t promise a blowjob, I just said it might be possible. To get one of those you gotta finesse a girl first.”

His smile couldn’t get any bigger. “And how does a cute little thing like you like to be finessed?”

I said, “I don’t know… that’s sort of your job to figure out.”

With that he reached over, wrapped his huge hand around the back of my waist, and tugged me to him. Suddenly I felt so tiny next to him and a little nervous. He planted a hard and wet kiss on me and was going nice and slow with me. I appreciated that immensely. I felt his hand on my bare waist and he gently rubbed his fingers up and down my skin giving me goose bumps. In between kisses he was begging me to go with him on one trip cross country. He told me he’d treat me like a queen, or if I’d rather, his trucker mama and pass me around at the truck stops. I giggled at the second suggestion and told him I didn’t have the tits to be a mama. He slid his hands up and took my top with them to expose my chest for a good look. My bra barely resisted because of its lack of boob material and fell upward easily.

I said, “You see, they’re just a couple of pimples.”

He laughed at my conscientious display, bent down to suck on one of my nipples, and said, “These sweet gems are absolutely gorgeous. Don’t make fun of them.”

It was a really sweet thing to say and I felt really good being with my first older guy like this. He kept sucking on my nipples and tugging at them with his teeth. It felt so good being ravaged by a man that knew what he was doing instead of the boys I had learned about sex with after school. As he slowly peeled my top from me, I felt like a princess in his hands. I had never felt so nude before and I think it was mostly because he was so much bigger than me. When he wrapped me up in his arms, I felt like a little girl. Then he pushed me onto my back, held my hands down over my head, and stared at my chest in such a lusty way. I was coming close to blowing off the head idea and letting him fuck me. If it wasn’t for the fear that his cock might be way too big for me to handle, I probably would have gone for it.

When he finally broke the silence, he asked, “Don’t you like being held down like this and so exposed to me?”

I wouldn’t let my mouth say anything, but I nodded my head to him. And as he held my hands, he went back to ravaging my chest with his other hand and his mouth. When he had me moaning like a birthing cow, he flipped me over onto my stomach and laid his weight on top of me. I brought my arms down a little and then I felt his hands pushing under me to grab at my crotch. The way he ran his fingers over my pussy so slowly until he hit my backside had me tingling like crazy. He took several hard rubs over my vulva and when he found my clit through my pants he rubbed it hard several times. I couldn’t control my moaning and he knew he had me right then. If I knew what was coming, I would have fought my way out of his truck right then.

Bret licked my neck and chewed on my ear lobe lightly. Then he asked, “I’m going away for a month. You want to make this really memorable for me?”

It took me a minute while I wondered what he wanted from me, but I felt wild tonight and was on fire between my legs. I finally nodded my approval. He kissed and licked my ear a little more, and then I felt him reaching past my head and fished through a pocket in the cab side. I missed what it was that he retrieved, but as he tugged my arms behind me I had a pretty good idea. With fear overcoming me, I felt him holding my wrists together and started to freak out. He leaned close to me again, calmed me down and told me it was only to heighten my pleasures. He told me he’d stop if I wanted him to, and then that he would let me go instantly if I asked him to do so. Then he asked if he could continue.

Every bone in my body told me to say no, but my crotch was screaming yes. I again found myself nodding for him. And again he nuzzled my neck to calm me down. I felt him sit up again and he proceeded to tie my wrists together. I held still for him and he was right. Knowing that I was becoming his captive heightened my heat to a fever pitch. The rope was a little tight, but I didn’t want to wimp out, so I stayed quiet and waited to see what was next. He was so attentive of my desires and kept asking if he was hurting me. I was flipped back over so he could molest my chest. He made my tiny tits seem even smaller the way he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers. But for the first time since they stopped growing, I didn’t mind their size because he genuinely seemed to like them the way they were.

I didn’t say anything as he groped and fondled me all over. It reminded me of when I was little and an uncle had molested me at his house. I kept my mouth shut, enjoyed the feelings, and waited to learn what a man wanted from a girl. I never viewed that time as an assault or anything bad. I thought of it more as a learning experience.

Then Bret turned his attention away from my body and started taking his pants off. It was sort of comical and I giggled as he struggled in the small space to shed his pants and underwear. When I saw his cock my eyes must have popped out of my head. It wasn’t the folklore size girls always talked about having seen somewhere, but it was certainly the biggest one I had ever seen in real life. I prayed he wouldn’t fuck me with that, but when he started to crawl towards my head, I certainly wanted to taste it. I watched it bob as he came closer to my mouth and knew he was going to have to help me get to it. As he knelt beside me, he so gingerly lifted my head in his hand until I could reach him. The tip of his cock was so much bigger than any other cock I had blown, but it was also so smooth that I sucked on it exclusively for a good minute until he started pushing himself into my mouth.

I was in heaven. I never really liked sucking guys off all that much, but they always loved getting it done so much that I would do it just for their sake. And besides, it meant that I didn’t have to fuck them unless I really wanted to. I could barely move on my own, so it was nice the way he held my head in place as he gently started to fuck my mouth. He seemed so concerned that he might be hurting me. Finally I told him to just do it and stop worrying about me. That was probably my second biggest mistake, because his eyes seemed to change. He was still being gentle with me, but much more assertive. When I saw he was about to cum, I pulled off his cock and told him I didn’t like it in my mouth. He fished his cock back into my mouth without saying a word. I could tell he was in the place all guys go to when they’re about to cum, but I was sure he’d pull away because of the way he had been treating me so far.

The signs of him being ready were abundant, so I worked on his cock to the best of my ability to help him cum. And when he was ready, I stopped sucking and opened my mouth so he could pull away. But instead, he slid his cock to the back of my throat. He told me to be a big girl and take it. I tried my hardest to twist out of his hands. But he was determined to cum in my mouth. I probably would have accepted that pretty easily, but he was so buried in my mouth that I wasn’t sure if I could keep his cum from going into my throat. I groaned my displeasure, but he got very demanding of me to take it. Just before I felt his first spurt, he told me I could spit it out afterwards. That made me less fretful and I waited for him to finish with me. As much as I hated to have a guy cum in my mouth, I had caught it for a couple of guys in the past, so I did my best to put up with my older man’s demands.

I felt his cock softening and knew he was about done with me. Before he was about to pull out, he told me he’d get me something to spit in. I couldn’t believe the amount of cum in my mouth as I waited for him to get something for me to spit it into. But instead, he clamped his hand over my mouth and lay on top of me. My eyes grew wide as I wanted to know what he was doing. He told me it was about time I became a big girl and learned to swallow a man’s cum. I shook my head to show my unwillingness, but he had an evil grin on his face. I couldn’t believe this sweet guy was saying the things he was saying. I just gave him a hell of a blowjob, but now he wanted me to do the nastiest thing I could think of doing.

“This is the best part of being restrained; you get to learn new things.” He went on, “Just take a deep breath, and swallow it all down, sweetie. I bet you’ll love it.”

I shook my head again, but he held his hand against my mouth even harder. Then he pinched my nose. My mind screamed ‘what are you doing, I can’t breathe’. But he knew exactly what he was doing. After pinching my nose several times, I knew I had to do it. I finally gave in and tried to swallow it all in one swallow. When he saw my throat going through the motions, he smiled and let go of my mouth. I gasped for air at first, and then I cursed him for forcing me to do such a nasty thing. He sat back and laughed at my immature reactions. Then he leaned over my head and went back in the pocket where he had got the rope from. His cock, now rather limp, was right in my face.

I asked him to untie me, but when I saw what was in his hands, I knew I was in trouble. He had a ball gag and a pair of handcuffs. I asked him in great fear what he had in mind. But instead of answering me, he put the ball gag to my mouth and pushed until it hurt so much I had to open my mouth. The ball was much bigger than my mouth and he had to push it rather hard to get it in. I was crying and begging him with my eyes to stop. I knew he was going to rape me now and I would have gladly let him fuck me if he’d only release me first. When the gag was secured around the back of my head, he took the cuffs and attached them to the ropes binding my hands behind me and then pushed my body back towards the bar I had asked about earlier. I felt him cuffing me to the bar and I was half lying on my front looking face down.

After he sat back and waited for me to calm down a little, he started to strip my shorts off me. I moaned for him to stop, but I knew I was going through what every girl did when she knew she was going to get raped. He wanted to toy with me, so he found my clit through my panties and frigged me hard until he got a response from me. As much as I wanted to be freed, I had to hold still until he stopped frigging me. I was so torn between the heat in my crotch and the fear in my mind. And then when he stopped, he slipped his thumbs into the waist of my panties and started to work them off me. I snapped my legs together as they were yanked down, but when they snapped away from my slit I felt so exposed. He was finally getting to see my pussy and I felt so violated.

His fingers probed at my slit for several minutes and slipped a finger into me a couple of times. When he was done, he put his fingers in his mouth and tasted them like I was a delicate pastry of some sort. And then he revealed my horrible fate. He told me I had better be quiet and that he was going to take me for a ride. I begged him with my eyes to let me go, but I knew I had no chance in changing his mind. I knew once a determined guy got to see a pussy, he took it the way he wanted to take it. I was going to get fucked whatever way he wanted to do it to me.

He went up front and I heard the truck starting. He leaned through the curtain to give me one last warning to be quiet, and seconds later I felt us moving. I was now afraid for my life and took stock of my position. I was totally nude, bound and handcuffed to this damn bar, and had a ball in my mouth that made me snort through my nose just to breathe. I had been reduced to a piece of meat. Then, as if to add to my torture, the light in the berth went out. I was at his mercy.

It must have been two hours of feeling the truck bump and bounce around before I could tell we were pulling to a stop. After a couple of minutes, Bret came back through the curtain and sat with me. I moaned for him to free me or at least take the gag from my mouth. My eyes were still getting use to the light as I saw him studying my nude form.

Finally, he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. Hoping that he would take the gag from my mouth, I nodded my head very slowly. He smiled at my apparent willingness and started to get his pants back off. I began snorting again from lack of oxygen. He warned me to calm down or I’d pass out and he’d didn’t want to fuck me while I was passed out. I tried my hardest to do as he instructed and it seemed to help.

I knew it was all real when he laid down next to me and I felt his hardon rub against my bare leg. I felt him aiming himself at my hole, and then he started to probe me with it. When he was positioned, he thrust up into me fairly hard and I had to snap my legs apart because of the pain. His sweet side seemed to be coming back when he held still so I could get use to him. He definitely had the biggest cock that had ever been in me, so I went through all the steps to stay loosened up for him.

When he felt I was ready, he started fucking me. I could barely move and my hands were numb from the ropes. But I wanted him to fuck me and get it over with, hoping that when he was through I would get to talk. As he fucked away at me, he kissed my face and neck, and even gave me a hickey. Finally, he reduced my fears some by telling me that he wasn’t going to hurt me, he just wanted a companion for his trip. I wanted so badly to tell him I’d go willingly if he’d free me. It was so weird getting fucked while on my side like this. I had to hold my leg in the air to allow enough room so he wouldn’t hurt as he intruded into me.

His hands kept groping my ass cheeks brutally hard as he pumped away at me. He probably had no idea, but his girth alone gave me a small orgasm in less than a minute. I thought that under different circumstances that this would be a hell of a fucking. It took him several minutes before he was ready to cum and I worried about him getting me pregnant. But when I felt his cock pulsing his load into me, I moaned for him to try to get him to think I really liked it. It wasn’t really something I had to fake, because it was a pretty wild fucking he had given me.

When he pulled away from me, I felt his cum draining onto my leg. Finally, he undid the gag, but he had to push a finger into my lips to pry the ball out of my mouth. I tried to beg him to release me, but all I could do was gurgle. My lips weren’t working and my mind wasn’t helping. He brushed my hair back out of my face and asked me how I had liked his fucking. I felt as if my mouth wasn’t ready to work yet, so I nodded my head. He told me again that he had no intention of hurting me, but that I was going to be his ‘pet’ for the next week or two. I shook my head a little to tell him I couldn’t go with him. He smiled and reminded me about the message I left for my parents in case they found me missing.

I finally got a ‘please’ to come out of my mouth, but he knew I was his captive. That’s when he told me that he had called a couple of friends at the carnival who would swear to the cops that I had begged a ride with him in exchange for sex. He told me if I cooperated with him that the time would fly by, or I could fight him and go through a small hell. He asked me if I was going to make it easy and I nodded for him. He showed me a pistol he had and told me that he was a sure shot. He added that if I gave him trouble, he knew how to take care of me. I promised to be nice and that I would do as I was told.

He asked me if I would be more comfortable sitting up and I nodded. I saw him put a key behind me and unlock the cuffs. I asked him to untie me, but he said I had to pass a test first. He told me he was about to pick up the trailer he had told me about and if I behaved, he’d free me. I promised to be good. He started to go back up front, but turned and asked me, “I haven’t really hurt you, have I?”

I knew he wanted an honest answer, so I thought about it. I told him, “You’re a pretty awesome fuck, but I really didn’t like getting forced to swallow your cum. That was nasty as hell.”

He looked at me in a funny way, went back up front and turned out my light. I really wished I had some clothes on, but I was feeling much better. I could feel his semen drooling out of me and I tried to squeeze my legs hard enough to get it dried out down there. In case anyone looked back in the berth I decided to try to crawl under the blankets to hide my nudity. My wrists were hurting so fucking much. I decided to be as nice as I could so I could be freed.

Several minutes later I could feel him pulling into a new place. I wanted to make him feel safe, so I yelled up to him, “Is this the place where I have to be quiet?” He poked his head back and said, “Yeah, remember what I told you.”

I figured that he knew the guys that would interact with his truck, so I couldn’t rely on them to help me even if they saw my hands tied. I was going to be the best little girl I could be for him. In the dark, I wondered about what might happen after I got him to release my hands. I figured I should wait a while to be sure he trusted me. I knew he would have a couple of tests to be sure I was complying with his wishes. I had to wait for a very feasible escape. It only took him about ten minutes to hook up the trailer, sign the logs, and then we were back on the road. I yelled for him to keep his promise to release me, but he couldn’t hear me over the noise. It was about twenty minutes before he pulled over and came back to me.

Bret spent several minutes making me promise not to run or fight him. I finally convinced him to untie my hands. I rubbed my wrists trying to get blood back into them. While we sat there, I asked him several times for my clothes. I hadn’t noticed that they had disappeared. I was told that there was less chance of me making a run for it in the nude, so it would be a while before I got them back.

When he started making out with me again, I let him and even participated. His hands felt so good on my tits and nipples. He told me I would remain nude until he knew he could trust me. Then he complimented my body. That made me feel really strange, but a compliment is a compliment. He told me to be good and got us back on the road. Since I had feelings back in my hand, I found a rag and wiped the mess up between my legs. I figured I’d get proactive in making him comfortable with me, so I wrapped a blanket around me, and crawled up to the passenger seat.

I could see he was worried about me jumping out, so I dropped the blanket and sat there in the dark, fully exposed to anyone that might look in. We yelled back and forth about why he was kidnapping me, and I almost felt sorry for some of the reasons he gave me. He really had no one in his life at all and I felt that was such a shame because he had a really nice side to him. He asked me if I was still frightened and I told him that I wasn’t nearly as much as when my hands were tied.

A couple of hours down the road, I told him I had to go to the bathroom. He pulled over to the side of the highway and told me I had about one minute. He grabbed me by my arm and held me as I got out on my side. I grabbed a couple of napkins from his console on the way out and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I squatted to take a piss. It was so odd with him holding one of my wrists as I pissed, and even weirder as I wiped myself. But as soon as I was done, I hopped back into the truck on my own to make him feel safer. We had just started back on the road when I asked if I was going to get fed.

Bret looked rather put off, but we both laughed a little when I pointed out that the last thing I had to eat was his sperm. He actually wanted to know what I wanted, so I told him anything he wanted me to have would be great. I could see he was starting to trust me. About fifteen minutes later, he hit a trucker exit and parked his rig. But then he ordered me into the berth again. I knew why, so I went back. When he followed me back there, I held out my hands to show him I knew I had to be tied back up. Instead, he handcuffed me to the railing. I decided to take it one step further and asked, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll scream for help?”

I knew what I was asking for, but I knew I would make him trust me more for doing it. When he grabbed the ball gag, I opened my mouth for him. He was delightfully pleased and stuffed the ball into my mouth. But then he showed me some trust by not fastening it in place. He really didn’t have to though because the ball had to be forced in so much that I couldn’t push it out with my tongue.

It took him about fifteen minutes to get back. He had burgers, fries and sodas. I smiled despite the air restricting gag and waited for him to release me again. After he undid the cuffs, I held my face towards his and waited for him to pry the gag from my mouth. I could have done it, but I wanted him to have the thrill. And he certainly enjoyed popping it from my mouth.

As we ate the food, I begged him to let me call home, but he told me I didn’t need to because they would find the note and think I ran away. He did tell me that he would find a way to let me tell them I was okay in a while. I figured that subject could wait on the back burner for a while. I was going to work at keeping him happy right now. I hadn’t noticed how hungry I was and made the mistake of saying, “What, no dessert?” He rubbed his crotch as if to ask if I wanted some more sperm and I quickly told him to never mind.

Bret stared at me for the longest time when we finished eating. Then he grabbed the cuffs and cuffed me back to the rail. He tugged on my feet until I was laid out, and then pried my legs apart. I puzzled over what he was doing when he started going through a kit that had been hanging from the ceiling. As soon as I saw him pull out a razor, I knew what he was planning on doing.

He pushed a dirty shirt under my ass and leaned over me. When he looked to check my expression, I flashed him a smile to let him know I was okay with it. Then he started to shave my pubic hair off, totally dry. It hurt a little, but it was so erotic getting it done under these conditions. When he was finished he told me he loved the little girl look. I looked down and felt so very nude as I saw myself bald for the first time since my bush had grown in. I had trimmed it before, but never took it all off.

Bret fingered me a little while enjoying his handiwork. Then he bent over and licked at me for a bit. Only two guys had ever licked me down there before, and neither of them was very good at it. Bret didn’t spend enough time there for me to tell how good or bad he might be. When I told him I felt raw down there, he turned sweet again and went into the first aid kit. All he had was petroleum jelly, but it felt so good as he rubbed it into my mons.

I pushed the envelope some by asking what his plans were for me. That’s when he told me he had done this before. He only mentioned one particular girl, but said she was a very wiling partner in all of it. He described how she was a run away and made the fateful mistake of telling him she would do whatever he wanted if he’d help her run away to the other coast. She wound up coming back with him because she had such a great time. That’s when he told me I wasn’t nearly as much of a tramp as she had been and that that was my special appeal. I wasn’t totally naïve, but more inexperienced.

It was about this time I realized my legs were still spread wide for him and his fingers were still rubbing the jelly into me. I asked him, “So, I’m sort of just a plaything for you on your trip?”

“Yeah, but you’re also going to be my sex partner along the way. Do you mind?”

I wanted to keep on his good side, so I shook my head. But I wondered what the difference was between being his sex partner and his plaything. I would find out by sun up.

Bret told me we had to get another couple of hundred miles past us and he wouldn’t mind some company up front. I asked for my clothes, but he said it was safer for him if I stayed in the buff. He was right as long as I didn’t fear for my life. After my bush was gone, I would be gravely in fear before letting any stranger see me bald. For some reason it seemed so much more embarrassing than just being nude. My cuffs were unlocked and we both crawled into the front. I scooted down as we drove past other rigs that might be able to see in. He was very amused to see me hiding.

Along the way, he told me about a lot of the wild sex he had had in the past while on the road. He only briefly touched upon the subjects he knew I would have trouble with, but hinted at them to get me somewhat accustomed to the idea. When he told me about the last girl he had already mentioned, he said how he would trade her to other truckers for the thrill of it. Instead of realizing that that was what he had in mind for me, I asked if he charged for her like a pimp. When he said “of course”, it then hit me that I might be his next whore.

I don’t know if it was being nude, talking about all the sex, or the quiet moments when I would fantasize what I might be in for, but I stayed wet constantly. My nipples had never been so hard for so long. About two in the morning he pulled into as truck stop and said we would grab a couple of hours of sleep. I was so tired that I crawled right into the sleeper on my own. Bret followed me and grabbed the cuffs. I knew I had to get them put on, so I asked if he could at least put them in front of me. He obliged me, but knotted the rope around them and tied it to a helper handle on the cab side.

I lay down and could feel him stripping his clothes off. He told me that he didn’t normally strip for a nap, but he wanted to feel my nakedness next to him. He curled himself around me and held an arm over me. I was told he was a very light sleeper and that I better not try anything. I slept for a couple of hours like that until his alarm went off. He didn’t seem to hear it because another rig had pulled alongside us and was idling his truck. I wondered for the longest time what I should do. At some point I became aware that his cock started poking at my butt crack. I knew he was still asleep because of the gentle snoring sounds coming from him. I figured it had to be a morning chubby thing, but it got me so fucking horny feeling it brushing up against me. I remembered what it had been like to suck on last night and how he really had a pretty nice package. If it weren’t for being force fed his cum, I would’ve thought of it as my best blowjob ever. The more I thought, the hornier I got. I knew after a little while that I was going to have to make a move. It would quiet my heat and make him very happy with me. I was praying that I could control him better this time though.

I twisted around very slowly and had crouched just under his arm. It was still very dark, and I knew he woke up when he grabbed me tightly. He wanted to know where I was going. I tried to be witty and told him that I couldn’t sleep because something was poking me. I was on my way to make it go away. He flicked on a small night light and I could see his face. I told him I had decided to take care of his wood in hopes of getting my clothes back. He stared at me for a while and said, “Well, see if it works.”

I continued scooting down until I felt his boner and licked to head of it some. I gave him a quick look and bobbed my mouth over his cock. I decided that he had a really great tasting cock and pursed my lips really tight as I worked on him. It occurred to me that he might not be able to cum because I remembered people telling me that guys couldn’t get off when they had to piss, but I decided to see for myself if it were true. When he placed his hands on the back of my head, I knew I was making good progress. But I pulled away and begged him not to cum in my mouth this time. He didn’t say a word, so I went back to sucking him off. I knew in the back of my mind why he hadn’t answered.

After a while, he started helping me by turning slightly until he was on top of me somewhat. I couldn’t move anymore so he had to do all the moving. It was a pretty neat feeling getting my mouth fucked like this. The guys in my past had always made me do all the work on blowjobs. I worried though because being on the bottom of such a large man, I had no way of restricting his access to me. Luckily, his was being very nice to me. He fucked my mouth for several minutes before I felt his energy levels getting more intense. I tried to beg him to pull out from around his thrusting, but his evil side came back out and told me, “Quiet bitch, just do as I tell you to. Just suck me off you little fucking cunt.”

At first I was very put off by his crude and abusive language, but he would explain to me later that that was just the intenseness that I caused him to be in. But as he started to cum in my mouth, I kept thinking about how good his cock had tasted before, and just tried to keep from swallowing. For the most part, that worked. I sort of pushed most of his sperm back out of my mouth as he would withdraw. And when he finally lifted himself off me, I turned my head and spit the rest on the floor of the truck in front of the cab. I got a hard slap on my ass for doing that, and he yelled at me for messing up his truck.

I sat up hoping for him to calm down and was fascinated that he still had a rather large erection. I remembered that he had to go to the bathroom when I had started on him, and was a little amazed that I had got him to cum in that state. He started to pull his pants on saying, “I need to piss so bad I can taste it.”

“I have to go to, will you untie me?” He looked at me for a second and I added that I needed to do more than piss.

He did reach over to untie the rope, but left the handcuffs on me. I told him I needed my hands and promised not to run away, but he refused to take them off. I asked him how I was supposed to get dressed that way, and he informed me that I wasn’t going to get dressed. I tried to tell him about the truck right next to us that I’d been hearing, so he jumped up front and took a look around.

Bret popped his head back around the curtain, told me it was all clear on his side of the truck, and yanked me into the front of the cab. I saw through his mirror that he was right, but another truck could come up anytime. He started tugging me towards the door and I grabbed for more napkins from the console. As I struggled to find the steps, he grabbed me and pulled me back into his arms. Despite his recent crudeness, I felt almost saved by a knight when he so easily caught me in his arms and sat me onto my feet. He tugged me by my arm all too far away from the safety of the cab to the rear of the trailer. I was told to hurry up, but he really didn’t have to say that.

Taking a piss wasn’t so hard; I’d even done that in front of boys before. But taking a dump was a lot different. When he started to stare at me, I asked him to please turn around, and he did. I never tried to make it go so fast in my life. I had to wipe up from the front because of the handcuffs, and was about to run to the cab when I heard a noise behind me. Bret hadn’t heard it, so he grabbed my arm thinking I was running from him. By the time I had him understanding that I thought someone was coming, another trucker appeared. The man was about his age, but had a beer belly and a full beard.

Bret wouldn’t let me go, and when I looked at the other trucker again I knew why. He was grinning from ear to ear at my nakedness. Bret pulled me in front of him and told the guy that we were just making a quick pit stop. But he looked down to see the cuffs and got an evil gleam in his eye. He pointed to them and asked about them.

“It’s just a little game we play. Nothing a free molesting wouldn’t erase from your mind, right?” Then he hit me in the back with his elbow and added, “You don’t mind a quick little session with the man, do you?”

His grip tightened on my arm hard and I knew I had no choice. I said “Whatever,” turned to Bret and begged him not to let him fuck me. He winked at me and I was hoping that meant something good. The trucker was invited closer and stood next to me. Bret told him he had three minutes of make out time.

With that said Bret walked about twenty feet away and let the guy start fondling my tits. He was really rough with my nipples, and it didn’t take him long to go for my crotch. Then he tilted my head up and started kissing me wildly. He had really bad breath like he had been drinking, and held me so tight I could barely breathe. I wanted to get it over with and in a good way, so I kissed him back and tried not to breathe much. He grabbed my ass cheeks so hard as he felt them up, and then leaned down to bite my tits. His biting probably wasn’t leaving any marks, but it was painful anyway. It seemed more like ten minutes, but Bret finally came back to us declaring that his time was up. He pawed at me one last time and released me. I stood next to Bret and hoped he would protect me from further abuse, and did.

Before the guy left, he asked about the cuffs and my nudity again. Bret elbowed me again and told me to tell him what it was about. He must have felt pretty confident that a fellow trucker wouldn’t rat him out, but I saw it as a way to make brownie points with my captor.

I quickly thought of a story that might appease him and said, “I lost a bet and I have to stay this way until we go 500 miles.” I looked at Bret and saw he was very pleased with my cunning story. Just to make it sound a little more real, I added, “But he wasn’t supposed to let some stranger feel me up like this.” The trucker was satisfied and went back to his truck. We went to ours. When Bret was helping me get in, he seemed to purposely cop a good feel of my pussy as he pushed me up.

I went back into the sleeper for cover and Bret followed me back. He complimented me on the way I had behaved and told me he would give me a bigger trust for it. I thanked him and reassured him I wouldn’t run, or seek to get him in trouble. We talked for a while about that, and he said that there may be a way. I think I must have been falling into the Stockholm syndrome, because when he was nice to me, I found it easy to agree with him. I told him I was getting hungry again and begged him to get me some food. It was almost sun up and I was famished from my ordeal. When he grabbed his crotch, I leaned over to his crotch and patted it the best I could while cuffed and said, “You’ve got a great piece of meat, fella, but I need more than that.”

Bret grinned and said he’d hit the road and see what came up. I sat with just my head poking out from the curtain and begged him most of the way to let me get dressed. But I also made a lot of small talk to get him comfortable with me. When he saw an exit sign with food stops on it, he told me to get back and be good. I felt him pulling off the highway and then to a stop. It was a couple of minutes before he filled out his log and came back to me. I smiled when I saw he had my clothes.

“You swear you’ll be a good girl if I bring you in with me?”

I couldn’t believe I had won over his trust that fast and quickly swore that I would. I decided to behave for him to make sure that when I made a run for it, that I would really get away. Besides, like the trucker that had just felt me up so willingly, I had no way of being sure that I would get help from whatever restaurant he took me to.

He held me close to him all the time we were out of the truck. It was a real pit stop and ironically, he may have been the guy I trusted most in the whole place. I ordered toast and juice not knowing if he would get mad if I worked up a large bill on him. But he told the waitress to give us a minute and told me to get a real breakfast because I had certainly earned it. Then he took a plastic daisy I had been playing with from a table display, and placed it in my hair. He put on a weird look, pulled it from my hair, and threw it back onto the display.

“There’s no way such a beautiful face like yours needs to have an ugly piece of plastic in it. Just smile and you’ll look like a princess.”

This twisted kidnapper of mine actually made me blush. It probably had more to do with his own rugged good looks than what he said, but it made me feel like a million bucks to hear him say that. We talked, in very hushed voices, all about my family and what he expected to do with me. He told me that by the end of the day he would find a way to let me call my parents and let them know I was okay. But he continued to insist that I was going all the way with him on his trip across the country. I tried to convince him that I wouldn’t turn him in if he let me go, and I think he believed me, but he really seemed to want my company more than the risk to his freedom. That made me feel rather sad for him and his solemn life.

When we went back to his truck, I perched on his console and asked him if he wanted me to get in the back. He said I earned my freedom and told me to belt in. Bret was being so nice to me that I was glad I wasn’t going to get tied up again. We talked about everything he had been putting me through. He got me to admit that it wasn’t all that bad and that in a different light, I might have even liked some of the things. I blushed when he told me in great detail how much fun I had been up to this point. But when the subject turned back to what had all started this kidnapping, me allowing him to restrain my arms, I grew very shy. It was hard to admit how much it had turned me on to be taken like that, and by so much of an older man. It had been really wild getting fucked the way he had done it to me, and taking care of him in the morning of my own volition was the wildest sex I ever had.

That was until he reminded me about the trucker he had passed me off to just a couple of hours ago. I told him I thought it had been so nasty and how he had smelled. But after a great deal of prodding, he got me to admit that getting molested, outdoors, in the buff, and by a stranger, had gotten me really fucking hot and bothered. There was something about the futility of my situation that had excited the hell out of me. I finally asked him how he had known and he pointed out that my nipples had grown huge under his touch. I hadn’t even noticed that myself.

And then it got weird. As we passed another truck on the highway, the driver gave me a lusty look, and shunted his head upward as he stared at me. I asked Bret what he meant by his action and he laughed. He explained to me that truckers were always on the road, few had families that they ever got to see, and they valued the smallest thrills on the roadway as a treat to keep them going. I didn’t understand and asked him what the guy had wanted.

He smirked and said, “He wanted you to flash him. That’s all!”

I furrowed my brow on that and wondered if a cheap thrill like that could actually hold any importance. He went on to say that the cheap thrills is what made life bearable for us all. I started to argue against that point until he asked me why girls always want to flash guys if it weren’t true. He made a good point. I remembered how awesome it felt at a concert when I had been on a guy’s shoulders and flashed the band. The guy holding me up didn’t even know I did it, but enough guys had seen it to make it thrilling for me.

We were getting passed by the other trucker as we lost speed going up a hill, and Bret started telling me to give the guy a quick thrill. I started out by saying there was no way that I was going to do that, but he wore me down until I decided it wouldn’t be all that hard to do. Plus, I wanted to see for myself if all he had said was true. But before I had gotten up the nerve to do it, he had gone passed us. I sort of felt bad for truckers in general, so I turned to Bret and said, “If you catch up to him, I’ll give him one quick look.”

Bret smiled and stepped on the gas. I caught him flashing his lights to the other truck and he must have started to slow up because we were catching up fast. As we crawled alongside the other truck, I gave Bret a sassy look, and turned to see the guy checking me out. I put on my most flirtatious face and whipped my top up over my tits. I stared at the man as he took me all in and realized he was indeed in a strange little part of heaven. As we passed him, I heard him honk his horn in sort of an appreciation. When I looked back in the mirror, he gave me a thumbs up.

“Doesn’t that just leave a guy all horny with nothing to do about it?”

Bret said, “He’ll do something about it. After he thinks about your cute titties all day, he’ll really think about you when he jacks off. But you know what he’s really thinking about right now?”

I said, “How tiny my tits are?”

He chuckled and said, “No, he’s probably thinking how he lucked out getting to run across a little piece of heaven today.”

I felt oddly appreciated in a way I never would have understood in another situation. I couldn’t get that man’s simple needs out of my head. And as we passed several other trucks, I checked out every driver. Most of them didn’t even notice me, but when one did, I turned to Bret and got excited. I didn’t have to say a word to him, but he watched as I turned and flashed my tits to him. I got several smiles and gestures of thanks, and I felt really cool knowing I’d be in his day dreams.

After a couple of minutes of thinking about it, I turned to Bret and asked him, “So, what else are you going to teach me on the way out west?”

I saw him pondering my question and finally he said, “A whole bunch of things you’ll pretend not to like, at first.”