They were driving along the highway at twenty miles over the speed limit. Summer seemed fascinated by the gears and the shifting Harry had to do to get the huge truck up the steep grades.
"How hard is it learning to drive a truck?" she asked.
"Not hard."
"How long did it take you?"
"I apprenticed for a year, then I was out on the road with a couple others guys for some long distance work. Call it another three or four years."
"So you've only been driving full time for about five years? And you do it so well!" The girl sounded absolutely happy that he was able to learn so quickly.
Harry snorted in disgust. "It's not that hard to do. All you need to do is stick with it and watch out for the cops."
"Think I could learn to drive this rig?"
"Yeah," he said, instantly cautious. He didn't know what she was working up to. He never seemed to know what was in that head of hers.
Things just didn't come out right when she started in on him. He had to be extra careful.
"How long would it take me?"
"Can you drive a car?"
"Not very well," she admitted.
"I don't think you could handle this rig. You don't have the muscles for it. Besides, if you can't even drive a car, how the hell do you intend learning how to drive this baby? It's got more gears than you do."
"What makes you ask, anyway?" He wanted to know so he could head off possible trouble.
"I was just thinking that if we stick together, you and me, I could spell you on long drives. You wouldn't have to get all hopped up on those white crosses."
"You couldn't handle the rig. Besides, I don't want no woman foolin' around with any truck I drive."
"Chauvinist pig," she snorted.
"Damn straight I am. And proud of it, too. Women are women, men are men and that's the way it is. I don't hold with all this so-called equality crap."
Summer shrugged. She wasn't going to argue with Harry about women's lib. Besides, she didn't know all that much about it. She had just asked about the truck to see if she could take some of the burden off his shoulders. If she could, then they'd have more time to spend together.
She was certain now that she loved Harry. There had never been another guy in her life that came close to him. He could do everything. When the truck broke down, he'd fixed it himself. He just lifted the cab and rocked it forward, took out the tools and, after an hour of cursing and tinkering, gotten the rig running again.
He could even fix the CB radio. It had gone on the fritz. After he'd hit it a couple times, it was working as good as new.
Harry wasn't pleased with the way things were going. Summer didn't seem like she was ever going to leave. He could just throw her out of the truck, but he figured she might do something really drastic then. She might call the police and tell them all sorts of things about him.
Some of which were even true.
They would certainly find his come in all of her bodily orifices, as the legal expression went. He'd fucked her in the cunt and up the back and she'd sucked him off. About the only places they wouldn't find his jizz was up her nose and in her ears. And if that over-sexed bitch had anything to do with it, that wouldn't be long.
"Why are you sticking around me. I don't want you with me. I want you to split. Why don't you?"
Summer looked at him and smiled. Men could be so silly at times. He just thought he didn't want her around. She would make sure that he did, sooner or later.
"I like you. Hell, I love you! And I want to stay around."
"Hell with that. I'm getting randy again. I think I'm going to do something really raunchy this time."
"Good!" she exclaimed. She had been feeling sort of empty in the cunt. She wondered what it would take to get him to screw her again. Since he was the one who'd brought it up, she didn't think there would be any problem at all. She could have her cock and eat it, too.
"Let's pull over and get it on!" she cried.
"Okay. But somewhere deserted. I don't want you yelling and screaming and getting people uptight, you know."
She didn't know but she figured it wouldn't be long before he showed her what he meant.
"This looks like a good place." They were in the middle of nowhere. As far as she could see, there was nothing but plains, flat, featureless plains.
He braked to a stop and began reaching under his seat. He came put with a handful of nylon rope, all cut to eighteen inch lengths. He smiled a smile that was more a leer and said, his voice grating, "I think I'll tie you up first."
"W-why?" she asked, her voice quavering. She didn't know what was going on and wasn't sure she liked it.
"I'm going to tie you up, then fuck the hell out of you." He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the back of the cab. It was small in the coffin, but he didn't care. He wanted her to be uncomfortable. As uncomfortable as he could make her.
A quick turn of the rope around her wrists tied her hands behind her back. She looked up at him with exciting eyes. He felt like a damn fool doing this, but he knew it was necessary. She had to be taught a lesson. She had to be scared off. It was the only way of getting rid of her.
Plus the fact, he dug this kind of action. And it had been a long time since he'd gotten any of the bondage stuff.
Ripping the clothes off her body took just a few minutes. She pouted, "But I don't have much other clothes. Wh… what are you going to do about that?"
"Let you go naked. What the fuck do I care?" He wrapped one of the itchy, scratchy nylon ropes around one of Summer's ankles. He fastened it to an overhead loop.
Taking her other ankle and fastening it with the rope, he stretched her into a wide vee. He ran the end of the rope through an eye in the top of the cabin. She was spread-eagle in front of him, her crotch widely open.
"So, your cute little snatch is all open and ready for me, you wanton whore!" He brought down another length of the rope and in a signing are on her taut pussy. When the rope hit the tight stretched skin in her crotch, she yelped.
"That hurts! What are you doing, you son of a bitch! Why are you doing this to me?"
"I enjoy it. Squirm, bitch, squirm! Beg me like a worm. Crawl as much as you like. You know what happens, then? Look!" He unzipped his jeans and showed her his huge boner. His erection throbbed with life. It was a fierce red staff that looked as if it had been cut from a telephone pole.
"But… but…" then she fell speechless. The singing rope started falling on her upraised tits. She squealed and squirmed trying to avoid the punishing rope. She couldn't. Each blow made her skin itch and burn. It stung unmercifully. The pain rocketed into her body until she was crying and sobbing out her anger and shame.
"I love watching you crawl!" he gloated.
When the rope descended across her tits, she groaned loudly. It hurt. It hurt bad. And yet it wasn't all that bad. Somehow, the pain got mixed up in her head. Pleasure became pain, pain became pleasure. She wasn't sure which was which.
She watched in fascination as the rope cut grooves across the white plains of her belly. Her tits became red-striped hills crested by bruised nipples. He landed the rope whip on her most sensitive parts over and over until she burned.
"Don't, please, it hurts! It hurts!"
"I'll do this as often as I like!" he gloated. "And I like watching you, whore. This pleases me. When I've beaten you enough to satisfy me, then I'll fuck you."
"Fuck me now, Harry, please, now!"
"When I'm ready, cunt!"
He lashed out with the rope again. This time he caught her on the stretched skin of her soft inner leg. She winced with the pain that knifed into her belly. Entire leg numb, she wasn't sure what to do. Laugh? Cry? Plead?
As he continued to beat her soft inner thigh, she found that her cunt was beginning to water. As he built up a regular lashing rhythm, she got into it. Pain was washed away. Pleasure was surging into her cunt. It was joy, not agony.
As he landed particularly hard lash across the stretched back of her knee, she came.
She had one of the fiercest orgasms she could remember.
Harry couldn't believe it. He thought she was going through the pain of the beating he was givin her. He made sure she wasn't hurt. She wouldn't even have bruises, the way he was whipping. It jus hurt like the very hell right now. As soon as the redness vanished, all pain would die.
He couldn't believe the way her cunt had become moist. He saw her, hands tied behind her back, tied spread-eagle in the narrow confines the bunk, her cunt watering and ready to I fucked.
He decided the time was right. He was going fuck her.
"Here I come, bitch. Make sure your cunt ready for me. I don't like dry humping."
"Oh, fuck me hard, Harry! I need you so bad."
His cock shot straight into her cunt. It was swallowed up in one gulp. He couldn't believe ht had penetrated all the way to her deeply hidden cervix. Yet, he could feel his cock pressing into the gently padded construction of her womb.
He pulled out immediately. His cock was gleaming with her cunt juice. She was more than ready for him, she was ready and watering. He shoved back in. At first, he thought he might just stroke back and forth until he got off.
Harry changed his mind. That wouldn't be in keeping with the plan he had. He had to make sure that she was so fed up with him and his ways, that she left him for good.
He began to fuck her using short, quick strokes. This sort of fucking was designed to build her passions rapidly. He felt the way her pussy lips clung to his cock. They seemed to obscenely kiss his dick. He tried to ignore the steamy interior of her cunt as he fucked back and forth.
He knew what he wanted. He wanted to set her on fire, then leave her unsatisfied. His cock drove back and forth faster and faster, never penetrating more than a couple inches.
He felt her body quivering and shaking under his. With his breath coming in short pants, he knew how turned on by all this she must be. He could see her reddened tits heaving up and down. Her hair was spread in wild disarray around her head. She was gasping for air, her eyes half-closed.
Summer felt all sorts of things in and on her body. Harry's chest surged back and forth over her aroused nipples. Each time he fucked into her manhole, he rubbed against her boobs. The beating he had given them with the scratchy rope had aroused each and every nerve in the already sensitive cones of titflesh.
She was getting off on just the feel of his body moving against hers. As he crushed down on her marshmallowy tits, she came. Her cunt collapsed around his cock. But he wasn't buried far enough inside her for her convulsing twat to capture and hold his prick.
Coming out of her third orgasm left her momentarily weak. She was especially feeling the way he drove back and forth in her greased sex slot.
She knew he was doing all this because he loved her, he really loved her with all his heart. He just wouldn't admit it.
She gasped as he drove the full eight inches up into her cunt. She felt the room cart wheeling around her. There was a momentary blackout as her body refused to accept so much pleasure.
Harry was drenched in sweat. His body ached from the exertions he was going through. And he couldn't believe it. Summer was actually getting off on the abuse. He wasn't treating her hard enough!
He tried punishing her with his cock. He used it as a battering ram. He smashed in and out of her body with all the power in his superbly muscled body. His hips pistoned forward like a machine. His cock seared and burned as it raced along her twat. Her cunt was afire with the force of his passage.
Still she took it and reveled in it. He fucked harder.
He began a rotary motion. Every inch of her cunt was touched by his cock. Spread wide as she was, it had to be painful. Her cunt was contracted into an impossibly small diameter by the way he had her legs strung out.
Even so, he seemed to be the one who was losing control first. She was groaning with what seemed to be sheer, undiluted enjoyment.
"Take this all the way, bitch!" he cried.
He shoved his cock into her, then he climaxed.
His prick blew apart like a firecracker going off. He had the best orgasm ever. He felt his entire body seized in the iron grip. His chest felt like it had iron bands wrapped around it. He gasped for breath. His cock was a flame leaping and spitting sparks into her cunt. He was completely wrapped up in his come.
Summer took it all. When she felt his jism hotly caress her cuntal walls, she came. All the sexual tension he had worked so carefully to build was released. It was an orgasm to match Harry's. She soared through the universe of sex until it didn't seem possible that she would ever return. But return she did.
She found her legs still painfully stretched out and Harry straddling her waist, his cock drooping down limply.
"Lick it off," he commanded.
She looked up, neck muscles straining. As soon as her agile tongue looped around his limp cock, he moved back a little bit so that it was just out of her reach. "Try it again, slut, and do better this time!"
She worked her body forward until she could just take the tip of his cock into her mouth. She started sucking him dry of all his precious seed. She didn't want to waste a single drop of that tasty cum.
"Umm, that's better," he said. He didn't realize that he was starting to appreciate her sexual virtuosity.
Pleased, Summer began sucking even harder on the knobby end of Harry's prong. She pulled it into her mouth, a little bit at a time until it was possible for her to use her tongue on the underside of his cock.
Then, she began to wash all the come and cunt juice off. She licked and lapped and made sure that he was properly attended to. She loved the taste of his semen. And the taste of her own cunt juice mixed with it was better than any wine for her.
Harry moved back a little more, realizing what he was doing. "Keep sucking," he ordered. "And do it right!"
She struggled to take his cock into her mouth again. Her neck muscles hurt. It was such a struggle to keep her back from getting cramped. Why was he doing this to her? She couldn't understand.
Summer managed to get her tongue tinder the edge of his cock again. This time, she managed to trap the cock and held it firmly between her ruby red lips. He sighed a little when he felt the suction on the tip of his pecker. It was good getting sucked off. And it was even better watching how she had to strain to do it.
Her legs were still painfully wide-spread exposing her totally. Her hands were bound behind her. She had to lay on top of them. The circulation had to be cut off by now. And it was no easy task straining to take his cock into her mouth from that position, not when he made a point of backing up just enough to keep her in the most painfully awkward position possible.
"How do you like it? Having to suck my limp cock?"
"Fine, just fine," she gasped out. Her throat was constrained and the words didn't come easily.
Harry wondered if she really meant what she said. He'd raped her while she was tied up. He was humiliating her, making her strain and struggle to do his bidding. How could she possibly get off on that?
Even worse, he'd fucked her up the ass making sure he did it as hard and savagely as he could. If half of what she'd told him was true, that should have turned her devotion to utter revulsion. She should have taken out running and never been seen by him again.
Yet she kept begging for more.
He didn't understand this chick. Not at all. If he couldn't abuse her enough this way, there had to be something that would turn her off completely. His brain raced in high gear to come up with something.
As he hit the words "high gear" he knew he had it. The perfect, total, absolute degrading experience.
"You said you wanted to learn to drive a rig. Okay. You earned your privilege. I'll let you do some of the shifting."
Her eyes glowed. He really did love her! He was going to let her drive the truck! She knew that this was just a whim of his, this odd power trip where he had to dominate her. She felt her cunt getting all watery just thinking about what she'd been through. In an odd way she couldn't understand, she'd loved every degrading minute of the abuse.
She wanted it, needed it, had to have it!
Now Harry was going to teach her how to drive a truck. They could be together always. When he was sleeping, she could drive for him a little while. That would put them well ahead of schedules, and they could spend the extra time fucking.
Fucking all day long, in a wild variety of places and positions. She hungered for his eight inch dong. She loved it, she loved him. The world was perfect for her now.
"Mind untying my legs?" she asked. "I'm getting sort of sore in the crotch."
He smiled, but it was an oddly savage grin. "Not at all." He quickly untied the itchy, irritating nylon ropes but made no move to remove the ropes holding her hands together behind her back.
"I know you can't drive so I'm going to do all the wheel work and actual clutching." Damn, but would he do the clutching! And would she ever find out what he meant by that!
"But what do I do?" she asked.
"I'm going to let you work the gear shift. It's a sixteen-speed job. It takes a lot of shifting to get a rig like this moving. There are eight starting gears. We got a lot of weight to get rolling, and it takes a lot of work. I'll start you out on the gear shift and work you for a while there."
"Sounds fine. How about untying my hands?"
"They stay tied. I don't want you grabbing the wheel or anything like that."
"Well, okay, I guess." She wasn't sure how she was supposed to shift the gears if her hands were tied behind her back, but she was going to go along with whatever Harry had in mind. He was the boss. She'd never met a more commanding man in her life.
She loved him. There was no other explanation for the feeling she felt deep down inside.
Harry dressed but didn't offer to let Summer get her clothing on. He motioned to the naked teenager to climb up front.
"I want you to sit facing, to the back of the truck." He gunned the idling diesel engine until its muted roar filled the cab. Listening until it sounded right, he told her, "All right. First gear."
Summer reached with her bound hands. She fumbled a great deal and couldn't get a good grip on the lever.
"Damnit, don't use your hands, cunt. Use your body. Hell!" he snorted in disgust. He reached out and gripped her by the tits and lifted.
She screamed in pain as her entire weight was lifted by her two knockers. His callused hands didn't let up on the convenient handles until he had her placed exactly where he wanted her.
Then she really felt pain.
He had dropped her over the gear shift lever. Her cunt was suddenly invaded by the cold metal knob of the gear shift. She was impaled on the truck's shift. She felt it torturing her insides. It stretched and tore at her guts like no cock ever could. The metal was cold inside her cunt. It sent shivers of horror throughout her body. This wasn't the way she had though he meant she would be shifting gears.
"Why are you doing this… oh, shiiit, it huuurts!"
"Shut up and shift into first."
When she didn't move, he threw in the clutch, grabbed her by the right tit and shoved her backwards. She screamed at the pain of the lever pressing against her delicate inner pussy walls. She screamed again as he pulled at her jug to get the truck shifted into second.
Third, fourth and fifth were equally as bad. When the truck was rolling, less shifting was required. That didn't lessen the pain in her body. The vibration from the transmission was like a berserk vibrator. The gear shift quivered and throbbed and churned her guts around.
"You know, babe, you're the damnedest, sexiest gear shift knob I ever saw. Some guys got fancy ones. Plastic cocks and stuff like that. I bet I'm the only trucker who can legitimately claim to be a double-clutcher!"
He pushed her backwards as she shifted into a higher gear. The pain ripping through her body was so intense, Summer felt like passing out.
She held on to her sanity, though. She would put up with this. She wouldn't let him get to her. She would find out why he was trying so hard to degrade her.
There was no doubt he was destroying her body. Huge knob of metal locked firmly inside her cunt, it was like a spike of real iron. It was cold. Not even her fevered cunt could do anything about that. And the vibration was enough to drive her crazy. It buzzed and hummed.
As the truck started up a steep grade, he began squeezing her tits harder and harder as he shifted gears to take the grade. She was crying flaw. The tears left salty tracks down her cheeks. It was unbearable, the pain and torture he was inflicting. She began to hate the man. She wanted to get even. How would he like having the gear shift crammed up his ass?
The thought horrified her. What if she actually said something like that? Harry might not have thought of it. If she mentioned it, he might take her off the gear shift, he might pull the shift out of her cunt and stuff it up her ass.
Summer knew she could never bear that. It would kill her.
As Harry hummed a tune, she crouched over the gear shift. It quivered like a billion berserk butterflies in her cunt. It stimulated her now – as long as no shifting had to be done.
Still, she didn't like it. She didn't care for it jutting out of her pussy. And she was going to get even with Harry for doing this to her. How, when, where, she didn't know. But she'd get even with that no good bastard.
The tears dried as she bore the pain and his terrible off-key singing.