“That’s my girl.” He was almost whispering. “Slutty little thing, aren’t you, sweetheart? Look how nice and wet you are.” Dillon could tell she would not last long, and he hardened painfully as he watched her pussy try to fight it, pulsing and drooling moisture. He quickly opened his jeans, and his cock thumped onto her crotch before lining up with her wet hole, and he slid into her slowly. His breath let out in a quiet hiss.
Tiana screamed when she felt him enter her, and she worked to pull away from the vibrator. Already her insides were cramping, because it had been several weeks with the heat of the apartment since she had been satisfied. “Ooomph… oomph,” she cried in frustration, shaking her head and jerking to get away. The man continued to stroke her slit with deliberate gentle brushes of his thumb, while keeping her spread and watching the bullet roll on her clit.
Tiana knew she was going to climax, and she dropped her clenching bottom and sobbed in embarrassment. The sensation built, tightening, wetting and shuddering, until she squeezed her channel in shame. Only when her quivers stopped did she feel the man begin to move inside her. She wailed in angry frustration and pain as the man thrust himself to a climax so intense that she was sure his fingers left bruises where they clamped onto her hips.
The light turned off and Tiana lay shocked, feeling the juices dribble from inside her and slide to the blanket. Her mind tried to ratify its response to the man. She trembled when he lay down beside her, and he placed a hand on her breast and stroked her until she heard him softly snore. Tiana felt the strong man stretched out next to her, and when she thought about the debasing act, her nipple tightened under his resting hand. The bottom line of the encounter was that Tiana knew she had been aroused, and that her body had responded with gratitude at having finally been sated by someone other than her selfish ex-lover.
When the man awoke and opened the curtain, it was dark outside. His hand caressed over her breasts, down her stomach, and he stroked her pussy a few times. The girl was too exhausted even to tremble, and Dillon climbed to the front and studied the lot, waiting for one lone truck hauling produce to finish chugging to life and make its way up the ramp to the Interstate. Satisfied that they were alone, he flipped over the passenger seat, opened the door, and reached back for his unwilling companion. Her eyes caught for a moment in the overhead lamp of the parking lot, and Dillon felt an unusual excitement when he looked into the fearful blue stare.
After pulling her towards the door he turned her over, and slipped a hand under the connection of her bound wrists and ankles. Tiana’s breathing was gasping and wracked as he lifted her like a suitcase, and after slamming the door he carried her to a panel hidden on the side of the box trailer, close to the driver’s side of the cab. Dillon pulled out the ramp secured under the truck, climbed with the girl still swaying, and used a key to open the metal access panel.
From her painfully stretched position, Tiana watched the ribbed grill of the ramp while they climbed and entered onto the floor of the trailer. Dillon lay her on the cold metal while he pulled up the ramp and closed the panel. They were in darkness for a brief moment until he flipped a switch, and Tiana found herself inches from his boot. He squatted down and slipped a knife under the tape, disengaging her ankles from her wrists.
Tiana’s legs were cramped, and as they unfolded she groaned while the circulation returned and the muscles were allowed to stretch. The knife cut through the tape on her ankles, and she felt him pull the remnants of the tape free. She still had not turned her head, and she remained staring at his boots as his strong hands wrapped around her bound arms and lifted her.
Only then did Tiana turn, when the grip on her arms tightened and forced her to move. She took in the length of the trailer and began screaming and thrashing, and Dillon wrapped an arm under her breasts. “Hush, sweetheart. Be still, now,” his calm voice said quietly.
Tiana found herself standing inside a long metal box with fluorescent lighting running the length of the ceiling, secured behind grills. Naturally, there were no windows, and she saw no inside levers to work the doors on the other end. The panel had a latch on this side, but as she took in the rest of the space, it became obvious that she would never get the chance to use it.
There was a vast assortment of equipment, all bolted securely to various points of the enclosure. Two of the torturous devices held women Tiana recognized from pictures in the news. Even so, it never crossed her mind to be relieved that the girls were not dead, because one was strung up with her bound hands raised over her back and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and the other was bent forward in a stockade, with her hands and head visible between the two planks and her ankles secured and spread. Both women had large bottles of a milky liquid hanging in front of them, with the substance traveling down a clear tube that disappeared into their mouths.
“Good evening, sweethearts,” Dillon called out.
“Good evening, Master Dillon,” both girls croaked out in unison.
Tiana sobbed in shock. The eyes of the girl in the stockade widened in slight acknowledgement of Tiana’s presence, but the girl hanging kept staring at Dillon. Her long hair had been attached to the chain holding her arms, forcing her to look up and strain her shoulders further. The swaying of the trailer while it rolled down the highway must have been agonizing.
Dillon led Tiana over to a six-foot cage that had a thin mattress on the floor, a portable toilet in the corner, and a bolt securing a chain welded into the metal floor of the space. He reached to the wall where a collar was hanging and, grabbing the back of her head, he held it in front of her eyes. Stamped into the leather it read, ‘Dillon’s Slave’.
Her eyes filled with more tears and she tried to pull away from him, but his hand gripped through her hair and he yanked up. “Be still, sweetheart. You look smart enough to figure out at least part of this. I give the orders, and you obey.” His calm voice was at odds with the terror Tiana was feeling, and she began to wail. She felt his hand loosen a bit and she tried to thrash again. Immediately the grip tightened, while he continued to hold the collar in front of her. “Be still, girl.”
Tiana quivered uncontrollably, but ended her fight. Instead, she tried pleading with her eyes, but she could see the man was unmoved. His dark gaze stared down at her, shining with a pleased, frightening intensity. The collar was lowered and it circled her neck while the hand on her head released and quickly pushed the other side of the leather under her ponytail. The only metal on the collar was a ring on the front and a hasp in the back that slid together, requiring a key to unlock. Tiana heard it click together and she shook her head, crying harder.
The man… Dillon, Tiana surmised… grabbed the loop at the front of the collar and pulled her to her toes. “Be still, sweetheart,” he ordered quietly, and his free hand stroked her back as if he thought he could really calm her. The inexplicable fact was that it did calm her, as she returned his stare and the caressing down her back insisted on stilling her shaking.
“That’s better,” he murmured. When Dillon had begun abducting women, he had kept his first slaves on a frightened edge at the beginning of their training. After a few disappointing tries, he discovered it took too long to break them of their quivering and jerking yelps and to calm them into focus to gain their concentration so that his work could continue with them. Some of them never did break out of the habit. Now he tried to calm them, making them a party to their training, such as in the beginning when he forced their pleasure shortly after their capture. They never forgot the humiliation and his ability to do that. He continued to stroke and pin the frightened captive with his eyes. “Thirsty?”
It took a moment for Tiana to realize he had asked her a question, and she nodded nervously. Her mouth was dry and her throat hurt from screaming, and she really wanted the tape off her mouth. Her mind was bombarded by the knowledge that the other girls were still alive, bound in their erotic nightmares of torture… but the man had not discarded them even after he acquired a new c
aptive. There were only two though, and Tiana was fairly sure it was the last two. What had happened to the others?
Dillon was speaking to her again, and she tried to focus on his words. “This box is completely soundproofed so no one can hear you, but if you make any noise I’ll punish you anyway.” Tiana trembled and shook her head, while he continued to stroke her back and stare into her eyes. Dillon slipped into his drawl. “No damn pleading either. I ain’t letting you go. It’s none of your damn business why I took you, and you’ll learn what I’m doin’ with you when I do it.” Those were always the questions they asked. “I want ya’ quiet, or I’ll stick a gag on ya’… and nothing as comfortable as the tape.”
Tiana whimpered a little, but she nodded again. She was glad he did not use the knife, even though the tape pulled when he unwrapped it. As soon as Dillon saw the bottom lip begin to tremble, he reminded her, “Already told you to be quiet.” He was pleased when she kept her lips sealed, and he recognized a small measure of frightened defeat in her eyes.
She gasped when the trucker leaned down and picked up the chain. “Quiet,” he demanded calmly as he soaked up the terror in her blue eyes. He locked on the chain, and he was pleased that the girl was not begging or screaming. While Tiana studied the trailer, fearfully clenching her bound hands, the man walked to a cabinet and retrieved a jug of water. He filled a bowl and poured in some powdery protein mix, stirred it with his finger, and placed it on the floor of the cage.
Tiana watched wordlessly while he left her standing in the center of the cell and closed the metal door and locked it. She followed with her eyes as he crossed the large space, walking up to the girl in the stockade. “Erika will be leaving us soon and deserves a good fucking.”
“Yes, Master Dillon,” the girl replied in a monotone.
Tiana watched with wide-eyed fear, and her mind considered what he had meant when he said that the other girl would be leaving. The implications seemed frightening, but her terrified musings were interrupted when she heard his zipper. She watched his hand grab the tube, removing it from between the girl’s lips and pinching the flow off as he raised it. It was obvious what he had replaced it with in the girl’s mouth when the man gripped the top of her head with his free hand and rocked his ass into her. After a few pumping thrusts, Tiana became aware of a confusing response. Erratic pulses in her channel began to match his rhythm, and she wondered what it felt like… what the restrained girl was thinking… as the cowboy plunged between her lips. After a few minutes, he replaced the tube and stepped back.
“Thank you, Master Dillon,” the girl said around the thin tube.
Tiana caught herself from sobbing out loud, and she bit her lip as the terrifying scene unfolded. She found herself becoming aroused by his domination and the submission of the two captives, and flashing strobes crossed her thoughts as she saw herself pinned in the stockade, or hanging helpless from the strapado chain. She watched him approach the other girl… Erica… with his slick, long penis leading the way.
He walked behind the bound girl and stroked her between the legs. “Very good, Erika.” Dillon was pleased that she was ready for him. Erika had been stubborn, and had required finesse to break.
“Thank you, Master Dillon.” Her almost crazed eyes stared at the wall in front of her with feverish anticipation.
When he slowly entered the bound girl, Tiana watched in fascination as the woman’s expression took on a passionate look while he slowly thrust into her. It was obvious the young woman was deeply aroused by the trucker’s use of her. After several more minutes, she gasped, “Please, Master.” Tiana heard her sucking in breath, and wondered how captive was not drowning on the liquid dripping from the tube. “Please, Master Dillon, may your slave cum?”
Tiana staggered backwards and slipped on the edge of the mattress, landing hard on top of it. She kept pushing with her legs until her back connected to the wall of the truck. There was the undeniable clenching inside of her that was obviously responding to her circumstances. Oh my god. Is this what I’m going to become?
“Wait for your Master, Erika. Squeeze me harder, and we will climax together,” the man instructed.
The girl moaned. “Yes, Master Dillon. Thank you, Master.” Erika was afraid that this would be one of the times her handsome Master would deny her, leaving her empty and itching for him to plunge into her again so that she could feel the ecstasy of another orgasm. No one could provide such wonderful feelings as her Master, and it pissed her off to have to share him with two other slaves.
At last, Tiana watched the pair rock into gasping eruption, and Dillon stroked the girl’s bottom. “Good, Erika. Very good.”
“Thank you, Master Dillon.”
Dillon took Erika down from the chain keeping her hands locked behind her back, and he led her to the cage beside Tiana. He placed a bowl of the nutrient in front of her, chained her collar to the center bolt, and left to retrieve Audrey. Erika ignored Tiana as she walked on stiff legs to the toilet in her cell, and then bent silently over the bowl after whipping her braid onto her back. Tiana watched her lift her eyes from the chore, and narrow them angrily while the cowboy approached the other girl.
The man had walked back to Audrey and lifted the heavy beam of the stockade. He brought her to the cage on the other side of Erika, and over Erika’s kneeling form Tiana watched Audrey begin to silently cry as she bent over. The man inserted a dildo into her pussy, keeping it in place by threading a strap between her legs and clipping it to the front and back of a belt circling her waist. He turned on a switch, causing an extension to vibrate over her clit.
Dillon made extensive use of the device, letting the slaves get used to frequent orgasms until they kept themselves in an almost constant state of arousal. Audrey turned out to be a reluctant pain in the ass. For the most part she followed the training, but she seemed to have no sex drive and getting her aroused was difficult. Only over the course of the last week was he finally beginning to see her body responding… even if her mind was reluctant to accept her purpose.
Erika had not needed the device for two weeks, and before Dillon had pulled into the Rest Area to secure Tiana, he had arranged to meet the Russian at noon the next day for the sale. After placing a bowl on the floor of Audrey’s cage, he double-checked the door locks on their cages and walked back to the panel. Just before he opened it, he turned to his newest captive. Tiana was huddled onto her mattress but not making a sound. His initial assessment was that she would be a more compliant woman to train. “You know how I wish to be addressed, don’t you?”
Tiana flinched, staring at his dark eyes penetrating through her panic, and nervously nodded. “Let me hear you,” he ordered.
Uncontrollable quivers of fear mixing with an undeniable anticipation shook Tiana, but she managed to tremble, “Yes, Master Dillon.”
The man’s eyes scanned the women in his cages. “Goodnight, sweethearts.” The light went out, and after sealing the panel the three girls were left in darkness. Tiana heard Audrey crying softly, until the noise of the diesel rolling up the ramp drowned out her whimpers.
“We have to get out of here.” Tiana was met with silence. “Please, if you get near the bars, maybe I can work your chain free,” she suggested, with the frightened pleading obvious in her voice. After several more attempts, Tiana gave up trying to get the girls to answer her. Thirst won out, and she shuffled on her knees in the pitch black until she found her bowl. One lap of the awful brew had her rock back onto her knees and sob.
She heard Erika whisper, “If it isn’t empty by the time he opens the panel, he’ll punish you.”
It was all the girl would say, but it terrified Tiana and she worked to get the horrible liquid down until she was licking the metal sides of the bowl. After finding the toilet, she lay down on the mattress and cried herself to sleep in the back of the black truck to the monotonous roll of the tires on the road.
She woke to a change in the rhythm of the semi, feeling it grind into lower ge
ars, and the truck began to turn sharper corners than those Tiana had recognized as the sweeping broad arches of the highway. There was an erratic, bumpy feeling of the metal floor as the truck turned down back roads that were not nearly as smooth as the Interstate. After an interminable length of time the semi stopped, though the chugging of the motor continued. All Tiana’s senses shot to high alert, and already her eyes were filling as she anticipated her abductor’s return.
Erika spoke to Tiana in a voice that sounded mournful with loss. “Do as he says. It is easier to obey him, and he’ll get what he wants from you anyway.”
From her other side, Tiana heard Audrey’s breathless response as the damning device kept working her. “I knew he wouldn’t keep you. You were too much of a slut.”
Erica replied with a threatening premonition. “Remember your words, Audrey. You’re the next to go.”
“He’ll keep me, I swear he will. You know that he spends more time with me.”
“He spends more time with you, because you’re harder to train. If anything, you’re pissing him off at the loss he’s going to take on you,” Erika replied calmly. After so many weeks, Erika recognized the man’s methods, though she had tried to convince herself that he would break his pattern and keep her.
Audrey shrieked, but Erika ignored her and spoke to the new victim. She barely remembered the fear of the first days when she had been abducted, but before she was lost forever in this strange world, Erika was determined to exercise one last issue of free thought. “Just try to please him. That’s the only thing you can do to make this bearable, and eventually you might be able to try to accept it. There is no rescue. There is only Dillon, and what he demands.”
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