Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  Finally he was done, and he pulled himself out of me. I couldn't see, but I could tell that my hole was gaping already, and I could feel his cum start to run down my leg.

  "Look at the mess you made, shit. I don't want your sloppy seconds," I heard the one complainer say.

  "Don't worry, I'm next," said someone else. Again I felt hands on my hips but this time the tip of a cock was pressed against my sphincter. With a hard thrust, he broke the seal and popped in and again I was thankful that Charles had pre-lubed me. "I'll fuck her ass and that'll probably tighten up her pussy again for you guys," he said.

  And so it went, each guy taking a turn at drilling me in either my pussy or my ass, usually alternating, although there were a couple of enterprising men that trying to both go at the same time. Unfortunately for them, in the position I was tied, they couldn't quite manage it without a whole lot of touching between the two of them, which they weren't too interested in. They quickly abandoned the idea. After about 45 minutes, I was filled completely with man jam. Every guy had taken a turn and I had gobs of their spunk leaking out of both my pussy and my ass, both holes feeling like they were stretched obscenely open.

  When they were done, all the men left and I remained tied to the cage. My back was aching from being bent over and fucked for so long in the same position, and my legs were numb from the ropes. It was another thirty minutes before Charles returned to release me. All he told me was that everyone had a good time and I'd get a nice bonus for cooperating. He always made me feel like I had a choice, but usually after the fact.

  As soon as I was free, I collapsed in a heap and closed my eyes. I lay there for a few minutes, cum running from me, and fell deeply asleep. Since that night I've been sore, and I told Charles I needed to rest. He agreed to only send me important clients for the next couple of days. That was his idea of letting me have time off.

  Week 35

  This was an exciting week! I mean, I'm still in this fucking cage but maybe I won't be for much longer. But that's not even the most exciting part! Dani's back!

  I was still recovering from being Charles' party cum dump when he woke me up one morning with a boot to the door of the cage. When you spend your day naked and behind bars upstairs at a truck stop, people seem to have little regard for your privacy or sleeping schedule.

  "Hey Anna, you have a visitor," he said.

  I yawned, annoyed that he was waking me up to service one of his buddies again. It had been a couple of days though, and his criteria for "important clients" was starting to slip. I opened my eyes as I heard him open my lock and then start to walk away. "You have an hour," he called out, closing the door to the room behind him as he left.

  I was surprised that he had announced a time limit. I couldn't recall him ever telling a client that he had any sort of limits, although I wasn't sure how people paid him or on what basis. I didn't know if it was time based, or determined by what they wanted to do to me. He would often stop upstairs after I'd been with something new and confirm what we had done, so I assumed he used that to figure out how much to charge. I sometimes imagined he had some sort of sexual menu with prices on it that the truckers and friends of his browsed through before coming up to see me.

  "Anna?" The voice that said my name was soft and feminine, not at all what I was expecting. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time someone other than Charles even used my name. The voice was also a little bit familiar.

  I finally rubbed the last bit of sleep out of my eyes and looked up through the bars. I saw her feet, first. She had green painted toenails which were exposed through her sandals. Her long, pale, freckled legs were bare up to a pair of brown shorts. She was wearing a dark green shirt that was just a slightly different shade than her toes, and her well formed breasts were twin mounds underneath the cloth and red hair that fell down past her shoulders. When I got to her face, I could see a smile on her lips but concern in her deep green eyes. They still sparkled the way I remembered them, though, and despite how I felt my own face broke into a huge smile as I saw her.

  "Dani!" The cage door was open and I hopped up onto my hands and knees and crawled quickly out, instantly ashamed that she saw me like this, caged and crawling naked on all fours, but not enough to stop me from leaping up as soon as I was out to throw my arms around her. I was deliriously happy when I felt her own arms squeeze me back, equally hard.

  After we held each other firmly for at least a minute, Dani finally pulled back a bit to look me in the eyes. I was reluctant to release my grip so I still kept my hands around her neck. "Anna? What's going on? Why are you in a... a cage?"

  Something about the way she asked me, the look in her eyes, the shame that I felt at having her see me like this, all of it came crashing down on me at once and I broke down. Tears started to fall from my eyes, and my chest began to heave as I sobbed. I couldn't even talk, so Dani pulled me close again and I cried into her shoulder. I wept and wept, surprised at how much I needed a good cry. I had spent the last few months hardening myself against everything that was going on, with no one to open up to. Even though I barely knew Dani, she felt as safe to me now as she did that first time we met.

  When I had finally calmed down, she pulled back again to look at me. Her hands went up to my face and cupped my cheeks, her thumbs pushing away the tears that were still moistening them. "Are you a prisoner here?" she asked, her eyes piercing into my soul as she waited for an answer.

  "Yes," I said. "That is, well, no, not really. I don't really know, actually." Shame and guilt weighed down on me again as I realized that I couldn't even claim to be a prisoner since I never really firmly asked to leave. I knew the consequences of leaving and I wasn't strong enough to face them. Dani would never be in this situation. Although I believed she was a bit younger than me, a year at the most, she seemed infinitely stronger.

  "Either you're free to leave or you aren't," she said simply.

  "I think I am, I just, I'm scared. I've been doing this so long, I don't know where to go or what to do with myself. Every time I bring it up to Charles, he convinces me to stay longer."

  "How does he convince you," she asked, raising her eyebrow. My arms had moved down from her neck but I still held tightly onto her around the hips, afraid she would disappear again if I let her go even for a second.

  "I think he drugs me sometimes, I'm not sure. I get very confused and hazy when I start to really think about leaving. Once I stop thinking and asking about it, I start to clear up. But I've never really flat out said I wanted to go. He has my money as well. I assume he'd give it to me. I really don't know, Dani. I'm just so glad to see you. I've missed you." My cheeks grew hot as I felt a bit of embarrassment at my admission. "I know we hardly know each other, but... I just missed you."

  "I missed you, too, Anna," she said. "I told you I'd come back. I'm just sorry it took so long. When you're hitching around the country you can't always go where you want to go right when you want to get there. I got sidetracked a lot. But I thought about you often, and I've been working on getting back here for weeks."

  We hugged again, my bare breasts pushing against her clothed ones and our arms wrapped around each other. I buried my face in her long red hair and inhaled her scent. I could tell she hadn't showered in days, but she still smelled wonderful to me.

  We pulled back again and our eyes met. The sparkle in hers made me smile, and she smiled back. We just looked at each other for a long moment and then I moved my head slowly forward, wanting to feel her lips on my own. She seemed to hesitate at first, and my heart skipped a beat in fear that she would reject me, but then she seemed to make up her mind and met me the rest of the way.

  Our mouths touched tentatively at first, unsure of each other after so long of an absence and so brief of an initial meeting. She was still the only girl I had ever had any sort of physical sexual contact with, but I yearned to experience her passion again. We kissed slowly at first, testing and tasting each other's lips and tongue. Hers tasted like strawber
ry.

  My hands tightened around her waist as our kisses grew more passionate. Our tongues began to push deeper into each other's mouths, and I could feel myself getting turned on. As I started to run my hand up her body, she pulled away suddenly.

  "Anna, I don't have a lot of time..."

  "I know," I said, "so why are you stopping?" I reached for her again, but she grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

  "I think we need to talk." She must have seen the look in my eyes, because she quickly added, "I want to, Anna, believe me. I want nothing more than to keep kissing you and more, but I think right now there's something more important to discuss here. I'm worried about you."

  I let go of her hand and turned my head away, embarrassed again. I was quiet and so was she. I turned back and she was just looking at me, her eyes full of emotion.

  "Is this..." she gestured towards the cage, "what you really want? Anna, that guy wanted $100 from me when I asked to see you. I had to convince him I'm just a friend coming for a visit so I wouldn't have to pay, and that's why he just gave me an hour. How much of all this money he's collecting are you getting? Is it really worth it?"

  The truth was, what Charles collected from each person was a mystery to me, I only got a fixed monthly amount. But if he was charging that much for an hour with me, I was really getting ripped off. He only paid me an extra bonus for the "extreme" acts, and who knows how much he got for those, or even what he considered extreme. When I didn't say anything, she continued.

  "When we first met, I told you that as long as you were doing this willingly, I would never judge you. But I have to know. Is this really what you want to do?" She again glanced quickly at the cage. "For god sakes, you're sleeping naked in a locked cage with a collar around your neck! Does this make you happy? I just want to know if you need help, Anna. If you do, please, tell me. I can help."

  I looked at Dani and I could feel my eyes well up with tears again. No one ever asks if I'm happy. No one ever asks if this is what I want. For the longest time I was afraid to ever really give it a lot of thought because I was scared of the conclusion I would draw. If I decided that I didn't want to do this, then what would I do? I would have to leave, and I was just scared of being alone.

  I really did enjoy sex, and a lot of the encounters, at least the vanilla ones, were kind of fun. And I was supposedly making money. I didn't know how qualified I would be for any other job. But I could always try and find something, and a steady relationship would give me all the sex I wanted, the way I wanted it. So the truth was, I could probably get everything I wanted without this situation, and avoid the things I didn't like. I definitely didn't like being in this cage. I wanted to return to my room and feel like a human being again, instead of some sort of sex animal.

  I slowly shook my head as the tears started to fall again. Dani reached forward and took me back into her arms. This time I didn't break down completely, and I pushed her back when I had composed myself once more. "I'm sorry," I said.

  "For what?" She had a puzzled look on her face.

  "I'm just a mess," I said. "This isn't your problem, it's mine. There's nothing you can do anyway. I just need to tell Charles I'm done. I've just been... scared."

  "Don't worry about whose problem it is, I want to help you, Anna. What are you scared about? Charles? Do you think he would hurt you, or try to keep you here against your will?"

  I shook my head. "I'm scared of him a bit, but I really don't know how he'd react if I said I wanted to go. But mostly I'm scared of what I would do even if he does let me go. I'm scared to be alone."

  Dani reached up and ran a soft hand through my hair. "Oh Anna, you won't be alone. You'll come with me. We'll figure out where to go, what to do. But this isn't the solution." She gestured back to the cage. "How do you even... go to the bathroom?"

  I motioned her over to the cage and pressed my head against the bars, indicating her to do the same. "In the back there behind the wall, there's a toilet."

  "My god, what if someone comes in here, they'd see you?"

  I laughed at how naive she was. "If only that was the worst thing I had to worry about," I said.

  She shuddered. "Where's all your stuff? Your clothes or money or whatever?"

  "There's a hidden compartment behind the toilet, but all Charles lets me have is my journal and a couple of books. He keeps my money for me. I'm not allowed any clothes. They just slow things down, he told me."

  "Anna! That's horrible. You're a fucking slave!"

  I dropped my head in shame again. It sounded worse now that I'd given voice to it all. She wasn't wrong. I was a fool for going along with this for as long as I had.

  "What about... birth control? Do the guys all wear condoms?"

  I shook my head. "No, I'm on the... shit. Oh my god! How could I have forgotten about it for so long? When I was living in the room downstairs I was on the pill, but then I got put up here and drugged and... I don't know... I just forgot all about it. Got into a routine, I guess, and just never thought of it."

  Her eyes were as wide as mine. "When was your last period?"

  "I don't even remember. Not since I got in here... oh my god!"

  Dani grabbed my arm, reassuringly. "Hold on, it's okay. That doesn't mean anything. If you've been on the pill for a while and then go off of it, it can sometimes take months for your cycle to start back up."

  I nodded slowly. "Or I'm pregnant."

  She didn't say anything for a moment, silently agreeing that this was a possibility. "We have to get you out of here."

  I took a deep breath. With Dani's help, I decided I was finally ready. In fact, just the thought of leaving here with her excited me. My heart was pounding in my chest. "How?"

  Anna shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure. It all depends on what you think Charles will do if you tell him you want to leave."

  I sighed and turned my head, looking around at the room he had built specifically to lock me in. He could get another girl, he'd often mentioned that, but I knew it would take time and he wouldn't be thrilled at the prospect. Frank certainly didn't take it well when I said I wanted to leave, and it sounds like Charles is making a lot more money than Frank ever was. "I really don't know. He does have a bit of a sadistic streak. As do a lot of his friends."

  Dani blew out a puff of air in frustration, a strand of her red hair jumped slightly out of her eyes. "I was afraid of that. I don't know that he's going to let you go willingly. The fact that he drugged you every time you asked about it makes me think he's been trying to avoid anything more drastic, but that doesn't mean he won't resort to it if needed..."

  "I guess we could call the police if he doesn't? Or you could, anyway."

  She nodded slowly. "We could... but I doubt you'd ever see your money if we did that. I think he needs to be convinced to let you go on his own, and to pay you what he owes you."

  "Sure, but how do we do that?"

  "We don't. Not on our own, anyway. But maybe with some help. Remember Dave?"

  I nodded. Dave was the trucker that Dani was riding with when I first met her. He had paid for some of my time, which is how I was introduced to her since she was in his truck when I arrived and subsequently watched us fuck. At the time she told me he was a pretty nice guy, and from my experience with him I agreed. And he was big.

  "Well, after I left here I stayed with him for a couple of weeks. I know I said he wasn't really my type, but we did end up hooking up for a time. Actually, it was kind of your fault we started in the first place, since I usually don't go for guys at all. But after I saw how nice he was to you I developed a bit of a soft spot for him, and after the night you left I was feeling pretty... horny. You and I didn't get enough time together. Anyway, we stayed together for a while until I moved on, but we still talk. He still has a soft spot for me, and I know he'd help us if I asked."

  I smiled at Dani. I knew I felt safe with her for a reason. If she was a man, she'd be my knight in shining armor.

  "The only problem," s
he continued, "is that it's going to take me some time to track him down. Last I heard he was on a cross country run, so I'm not sure how fast I can get back here with him. Do you think you can wait a little bit longer? Maybe a week or so? I hate to leave you here, but-"

  I grabbed Dani and kissed her hard on the lips. I let it linger there for a moment before pulling away. "Of course I can wait," I said. "I've been here this long, haven't I? What's another week? Especially if I know you're coming back for me!" I kissed her again, and this time she reciprocated. Her hands wrapping around me and our bodies pressed close.

  My mouth opened up to accept her tongue and I swirled around it with my own. I tasted her strawberry lip gloss again, and purred into her as her fingertips started to trace lines up and down my back. I shivered, and goose pimples broke out along my skin. I broke my kiss and moved my lips to her neck and to her shoulder and this time I felt her shiver.