Make Her Pay the Debt

by Violet Steele

  “Is it because you grew up without a father? That nobody taught you manners at home?”

  David’s words stab me and I immediately regret telling him anything at all about my family. We angrily stare at each other through the mirror until he starts to talk again.

  “You know,” he says and sounds a little more forgiving than before, “I think you have just been missing somebody who tells you what is right and wrong. Somebody who stops you from hanging out with the wrong people. Somebody with a strict hand.”

  He plays with the rear-view mirror again, but this time he doesn’t adjust it so we can look at each other in the eyes. This time he adjusts it exactly to the spot where my short skirt stops and where the delicate lace edge of my strapless tights begin.

  “I mean, what are you thinking when you dress like that, Eve? What do you think that triggers in a man?”

  With uncertainty, I follow his glance at my short skirt, then down to his own crotch where I can see a huge bump in his stone-gray jeans. Wow... is that arousing him?

  “We will change that,” he says with resolve as he leaves the freeway and turns into a small sideway.

  “What? What do you mean?” But before I understand the meaning of his words, David turns the wheel again and then stops his car in a big parking lot that looks like it should serve as a rest area for tired truckers.

  “What are we doing here? What’s going on?”

  “Your first lesson,” he announces. “Come on, get out of the car.”

  “Here?” I look out the window at a few huge monster trucks that are parked some ways from us. The driver’s cabs are dark and seem empty.

  “Come on, get out.”

  “Do you want to... leave me here?” I start to panic by the thought, because the rest area is so spooky under the full moon that a psychopathic serial killer could jump out between one of the trucks at any second.

  Since I still do not react, David gets out first and opens the door for me. He holds out his hand for me and I know that I should take it and do what he says if I don’t want him to pull me out of the car.

  “Fine.” He leads me around to the front of the car where the headlights blind me. “Now I want you to take off these slutty clothes.”

  “What? I should get undressed?”

  He nods, determined, and looks at me as if I was slow in my head. He isn't joking, I start thinking. He really wants me to undress now! A cold feeling goes over my spine, but at the same time I feel a strange heat rise from inside me. It’s a game for him, I think, nothing more than a small power game!

  “And if I don’t?” I give him a stubborn, challenging look.

  “I won’t let you back in the car like that,” he explains.

  “You would leave me here? In the middle of the night?”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “You can use the walk home to think about your behavior. Your decision.”

  I feel a thick lump in my throat as I realize how serious he is.

  “Or you can be a good girl and do what I tell you to do.”

  David looks calm; his body is relaxed. Only the bulge in his crotch tells me that the game is getting to him as well. My eyes hesitantly wander from his face to his wide shoulders and down to his loins and stop there for a minute longer than necessary. I like the thought that I could actually be the one having this effect on him.

  “Fine,” I sigh and reach for my blouse. It isn’t my fear of walking home that makes me move, but instead my curiosity as to what could happen next.

  I open one button after the other and uncover a little more naked skin for David’s curious eyes to see. There is a total of seven buttons until my blouse is open and my red lace underwear is exposed. David doesn’t say a word as I slowly slide the soft fabric over my shoulders. He just leans on the car, relaxed and calm, and watches as I undress piece by piece. Only his look is enough to indicate that I should continue and he encourages me to also slide my short skirt over my hips.

  My God, what are we doing here? I am overcome with panic as I realize that I am standing in front of the father of my host family in red lace underwear and strapless stockings. In front of a married man, whose children I had taken care of just yesterday. I already know that I can probably never show myself in front of his family again, no matter if I stop or if I continue with this forbidden game.

  “Turn around,” he demands and I listen to him without protest, “Keep going, in a nice circle.”

  David doesn’t care that I am slowly getting dizzy and also doesn’t care that somebody could be sitting in the dark driver’s cabs and watching us. Maybe this possibility even turns him on. As I stop moving, I see how his fingers reach towards his pants and how he opens the buttons on his jeans one after the other.

  “You acted like a whore today,” he explained, “so now I will treat you like one as well.”

  My God, what is he planning? Is he going to fuck me? Here? At this shady parking lot? I feel fear rise inside, a slight touch of panic. But that isn’t everything. I can feel the blood rush through my veins and how the pleasant heat spreads from my groin to my entire body. I am aroused. No, that doesn’t explain it well enough. I am wetter and hornier than I have ever been before!

  I turn around as I hear a sound behind me and flinch as I see the faces of two tall truckers with wide shoulders and upper bodies filled with muscles. One of them has thick, dark blond hair that looks rather messy and tousled, and the other is wearing a baseball hat and has a beard. I think both are just a little older than David.

  “Hi puppet!” the first one says and smiles.

  I step back as the men come a step closer. There is an unpleasant tension in the air; I can literally smell the trouble. I turn towards David and wait for his reaction. Wait for him to open the door and get out of here with me as fast as possible. But the host family father just stands next to his car without moving and seems anything but stressed.

  “Eve, that’s Bill and Jackson,” he explains with a calm voice, “two of my friends.”

  My eyes fly nervously between David and the men. What the hell is going on here?

  “I just paid a lot of money to get you out of the police department. I want you to pay me back for that now.”

  David’s eyes are stuck on me while I get more and more hesitant.

  “How?” I ask with a trembling voice.

  His answer is as clear and direct as a punch to the face. “I want to watch you have sex with them.”

  I feel my legs give way and I start to fall, but David is immediately there to support me. We don’t say anything for a few seconds until I have the power to pull myself back up and look him in the eyes.

  “You want to watch?” I ask, still unsettled.

  “Exactly. If you do that for me, then I am prepared to forget what happened tonight. And then I also won’t contact your mother.”

  David still has his arm around me and begins to stroke my collar very softly, then my cleavage. “Trust me, sweetie,” he whispers, “after everything I know about you, you will also have your fun!”

  Everything starts to spin around me again. David’s hand, which is at the top of my breasts. The two strangers, who are staring at me like hungry hyenas. The dirty parking lot and the monster trucks. The thoughts are racing so quickly through my head that I don’t even realize the hand that has long since gone between my legs and starts to stroke me through the soft fabric of my red panties. Fear and disgust mix with excitement and nervousness. Panic and anxiety are suppressed by thrill and a desire for adventure. And before I can defend myself against it, I feel how my panties are stuck to my soaked pussy.

  “Will you do it?” David asks and presses his finger a little bit deeper into my pussy until I hungrily moan.

  I cannot manage to do more than nod my head. “Yes.”

  David smiles with satisfaction as he leaves my side and for a moment I regret that he appears to not want to have any fun with me at all. Instead he gives the two strangers a sign and steps back as they c
ome closer. At the same time he doesn’t let me leave his sight for a second.

  “Place her on the hood,” he instructs the others and I feel their hands hold me in the middle and lift me up. The guy with the hat sits me on top of the hood of the shiny sports car, spreads my legs apart and eyes me with a smile. I cannot overlook the joy in his pants. Without saying a word, he opens the clasp of my bra and pushes the straps over my shoulders. His smile gets bigger when he sees my naked breasts in front of him. His big, strong hands grope my breasts and feel my flesh.

  “Not bad,” he says to the other one and pushes me down until I am on my back, the whole time keeping his fingers on my tits. It feels a little strange how he jumps around with me. He treats me like an object. Like something he just received as a gift and that he can use as he pleases. Like a toy that doesn’t have a right to say anything. It is insulting. Humiliating. And unbelievably thrilling.

  I tremble with excitement as the trucker reaches towards my panties and hastily rips them from my body. It seems like he can’t wait at all and I feel exactly the same way. I let him spread my legs even further apart and press my wedge heels against the body of the car. Now I am lying stark naked except for stockings and boots, spread out on a metallic blue sports car. Surrounded by three older guys staring at me with desire and maybe a few others, who are watching. The situation is so exciting, so extremely raunchy, that I already feel the first signs of a climax even before the stranger touches me. But he doesn’t wait very long either. All of a sudden, he is on top of me, has freed his fat cock from his pants and is pushing himself between my legs. He doesn’t say anything to me; just holds me tight and stares at me with his light blue eyes before he sinks into me with a powerful thrust. I scream, because it happens so suddenly. Moan loudly, painfully overwhelmed by his enormous size. But if I thought that the worst was behind me, then I will quickly be shown otherwise. The man screws me like he’s crazy. He fucks me fast and hard on the hood until I begin to scream loudly. His hands drill into my thighs, his huge shaft in my poor pussy. He doesn’t show consideration for me being tight; he doesn’t let me catch my breath. Instead he increases his speed until we screw towards our orgasm with loud moaning and sweat.

  But while the trucker steps back with relief, right after he shot his load in me, David’s strict look lets me know that I have not yet paid my debt. So I remain naked and with my legs spread on the hood and nervously await the next instruction from my host family father.

  He takes some time before he sends the second man to me, and it seems like he is truly enjoying this. He likes seeing me so used and humiliated. And while the seed from the stranger slowly drips down my legs, David’s cock in his hands appears to get harder and thicker. He is close enough to me that all he has to do is stretch out his hand to touch me. To just bend over a little to kiss me. Or to lie on top of me and finally satisfy his desires. But he doesn’t do that; he has control over himself. He prefers to watch how I squirm on the hood and get more and more restless, because I don’t know what to expect nor when he calls the next guy to take me. He purposefully waits a little, increases the tension before he finally gives an instruction.

  “Touch yourself,” he demands, “I want to see your small hand on your pussy. Rub the sperm and make sure that you are nice and wet. Everywhere!”

  He looks me in the eyes while I hesitantly fulfill his wish and slowly stroke myself above my thighs with my hand. He savors the power he has over me, enjoys the obedience as I follow his demands and slowly stroke my pussy to spread the hot sperm from the stranger into every corner of my intimate parts. My fingers slide over my mound, circle around my pulsating clitoris. Penetrate between the hot pussy lips and then drill into my abused hole. They travel further back, up to the beginning of my ass and softly touch my rim. And David’s eyes follow me every step of the way. Our movements appear to be nearly equal for a moment. My fingers stroking my intimate parts. His hand rhythmically sliding up and down his shaft. In a strange way, I feel connected with him, and I beg him with my eyes to go a step further. To come closer. But he has something else planned.

  “Your turn,” he says to the dark blond muscle man, who is still standing at his side. “Take her.”

  I nervously look back and forth between the stranger and David. Excitement, anticipation and a nearly electrical desire lie between us as the big trucker comes towards me slowly. He reaches for my hips, looks back at David as if to ask for permission. Once David nods, the stranger simply grabs me and turns me around.

  “No, don’t!” I want to protest, but the stranger is faster. Before I can do anything, he has turned me over on my stomach and thrown me back on the hood and has taken away my eye contact with David. I fidget around and squirm, try to get back to a position that gives me a better view, more control. But the dark blond giant does not allow me to do this. He pushes me down firmly and spreads my legs even further with his shoe. One hand is holding my arm tight, and the other impatiently releases his cock. A cold sweat drips down my forehead as I feel him on my ass. My pulse races as he grabs my butt cheeks and pushes them somewhat away from each other. I have an idea as to what he is planning and it makes me both panicky and wild. I have never done something like that with a boy, let alone with a stranger! With somebody who is much too big for me and maybe also too brutal!

  Nevertheless, my juices begin to flow immediately and I can feel how I get wetter and wetter just by thinking about it. Wet and ready to accept anything that the men have in store for me.

  The stranger starts to drill into my ass so I can feel every single inch of his touch. Every little bit that he stretches me out, every piece of me that his huge member sets in flames. It burns like hell, but that is nothing compared to the arousal that I feel. Nothing compared to the devilish fever that has a hold of me.

  The trucker takes his time conquering my sanctum, exploits the power he has over my body. And I am guessing that David is doing the same. That he is watching me get impaled and is feeling the greatest desire. And this thought alone is enough to start a new storm in my crotch.

  I let off a throaty moan as I feel the stranger in his full length when he begins to nail me on the hood. First with small thrusts, but then stronger and stronger. It doesn’t take long until he pushes me over the hood with his strength. I feel my breasts rub against the hot metal, my pussy being pressed firmly against the body of the car with every thrust. Every movement is transferred, every rub, every friction. And with every second that my sweet torture continues, the heat within increases. I hear the man behind me gasping heavily, feel how his cock has taken on an unhealthy size in my tight ass. Just like him, my body is longing for relief. Every fiber of my body is screaming to finally unload. To find satisfaction. Even if this means getting banged by a stranger’s cock in my ass on the happy hunting grounds. I give myself up, give everything I have. I let go and feel a massive climax make its way. How it rocks me and makes me twitch rhythmically while my lips form piercing screams. And at almost the same moment, I can feel how the stranger also relieves himself deep inside me.

  David is very close to me as I turn around. I can see how much this nice game has aroused him in his eyes. How much it turned him on to have me used this way. His cock is stone hard and so hard that it could spray at any moment. He seems to have waited for just one thing: for me.

  From the corner of my eyes I see how the two truckers disappear and leave me alone with the father from my host family. I feel drained and weak, because the hands that just held me have left. I don’t have the power to hold myself up on the hood or to even stay standing. So I sink to my knees in front of David, directly in front of his feet. My face is just a few inches from his crotch.

  “May I?” I ask, because now nothing matters and I try to touch him with my tongue. The last bit of shame has long since left my body; who cares what is right and what is wrong? The only thing I want is to see him cum. Or even better, to feel how he reaches his climax.

  “Please!” I whisper. />
  My lips are so close to his boner that not even a piece of paper would fit between us. I greedily stick my tongue out towards his cock. I want to feel him. Taste him. I want him to finally touch me. But he will not allow it. David steps back while his hand continues to stroke his shaft. His eyes are fixed on me, his mouth is open with desire. But he will not allow any contact with me.

  “Please,” I beg again, “please fuck me!”

  He knows that I am at the point where I would do anything for him. Where I belong to him. But instead of helping himself, he just looks at me and slides his hand even tighter around his penis.

  My eyes are big as I watch him get harder and harder. I hear his breathing get louder, choppy. I instinctively lean forward as I see him start to cum. I try to at least get a drop of his sticky seed with the tip of my tongue. He moans as he relieves himself in multiple loads. He hits my lips, my cleavage. I greedily lick everything clean that I can find and feel how the rest slowly slides down from between my breasts.

  I stay on the dusty ground on my knees for a while and just watch him as he gets calmer. I only let him help me once he has gotten his clothing back on and he holds out his hand.

  “Here,” he hands me a towel and gathers my clothes before we climb back into the car together.

  “Why?” I ask as we leave the rest stop behind us and make our way back to his family’s house.

  He shrugs his shoulders. “I promised my wife that I wouldn’t touch you.” He gives me a small, conspiratorial smile. “But don’t worry, honey. I still have a lot planned for you. And I have a lot of good friends.”

  5

  Sold to the Biker Gang

  “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you!” the taxi driver said as he stopped on the gravel road in front of the sparsely lit bar and turned around towards his customer. “They are pretty rough, these bikers! Not a place for a lady!”