A guard unlocked the door and the chains. He led me to the washroom and allowed me to wash the grime from the previous evening away.
The water was ice-cold. It felt good. The soap was rough. The crusted cum and stench of sweat quickly disappeared. By the time I was washed and dried, I felt almost like a human being.
"You have to wear these," he growled.
This was it. The torture was truly over. II was leaving. I was being sold into slavery. I was going to land up in some sleazy whorehouse. I tried to read the man's expression but couldn't. I was relieved and scared at the same time.
The clothes he handed me were sadistically designed. He pushed a buzzer and two big, burly men walked in. They were going to dress me.
I stood between them. I was handed a rubber
bra. It was designed with transparent cups. There were holes cut in them so my nipples would be forced out. The side straps were of heavy rubber and so short and strong that one man had to put his knee in the center of my back to fasten it. My ribs felt like they'd break at any second. My shoulders were pulled way back. I was barely able to breathe.
The man in front adjusted the shoulder straps until my nipples were pointed towards my chin. He squeezed the heavy, leather and wire supports. The wire pinched my trapped tits cruelly and made some of my breast ooze through the nipple holes. When they were done, my nipples stuck out a good two inches, like someone had poked hotdogs in the end of my bra for decorations.
They slapped a stiffly boned, rubber corset up to my belly and began to lace it tight. My waist was usually twenty-six inches. By the time they were done it was twelve. My insides were pushed and shoved in every which direction. The panties were as vicious. With the exception of the leg bands, which had been designed not to cut off all the blood supply, they were made to fit a two-month-old baby. I hated to think of what they would have done to me if I wasn't of further use to them.
The men pulled, prodded and jerked until it was stretched enough to be laced to the bottom of the corset. The rubber molded every crease and crevice between my legs. It shaped and mashed the soft
cushions and flaps of my cunt-mound. It made it painful to move. I was sweating like a wrestler inside the rubber underwear. I began to itch like crazy. My breath came in small, shallow gulps.
One of the men rubbed my cunt with his hand and laughed. They made me get into a tight rubber jumpsuit. I was laced into black leather boots and led away. I had to go slow. It was painful and awkward to move. I was frightened. That didn't stop the weight of the world from slipping off my shoulders as I left the whimpering of the cellblock behind.
The men took me out into the rear courtyard and turned me over to Pedro. Pedro took me by the shoulder and led me towards the big barn-like garage.
"Look-you gave me two good head-jobs when you didn't have to. They were also rougher on you than the others. I figure I owe you a little something. I'm going to lock you into a box in the truck. You're just one of several so play it cool. The driver isn't one of the sadists from inside. He hasn't gotten that far yet. He's kinda like me, doesn't like it much. Anyway-he'll be driving you down near the tip where they plan on putting you aboard ship. If you're still in the box when you get to the boat, you'll go to Argentina. I've loosened the screws on the foot-end of your box. I couldn't be obvious about it. If you kick it enough, though, it should fall off. That way it won't look like either me or the driver helped you. The driver
may be okay, but I wouldn't trust him. Wait until he stops for a sandwich and slip out then. If you get caught, don't say anything about me. All right?"
"I promise," I whispered. "I wish I had time to give you another bout with my mouth."
Pedro grinned at that. We entered the garage. He led me to an old truck. It was a flatbed, loaded down with dozens of cases. Pedro pulled the end off one closest to the back and helped me slide in.
"Do all of these carry girls?" I asked.
"No-just about six or seven."
He fastened the lid above my head. It was an extremely light, coffin like fit. The box had looked much bigger from the side. It must have been one with same kind of false bottom in it. I was cramped. I couldn't move my arms at all. It was hot. I listened uncomfortably and heard a couple of muffled sobs.
As soon as we were on the way, I started pushing at the board on the far end with my feet. I worked on it until it was ready to fall off..I had no idea where we'd stop for a rest. All I knew was that I had to have water. The heat outside was stifling. The rubber suit had drained all of the sweat it could from my system. I had to fight to keep from panicking in the close, dark box..
We rattled along for what seemed like an eternity. Finally I felt the truck slow and pull off the road. I waited a couple of minutes before pushing. The truck came to a complete stop. I
heard the driver get out. A few minutes later the truck door slammed again. I held my breath.
The end-panel of the crate fell to the ground with a clunk. There wasn't any new noise from the cab of the truck. I wormed my way out feet first. Apparently the guard hadn't heard it. Fresh air flooded in.
My shoulders came free and then my head. The glare from the sun blinded me. My eyes ached and burned. I struggled to my feet.
"What do you think you're doing?" a voice growled.
I turned hopelessly to face the driver.
"Please… " I whimpered dejectedly.
"You look like you could use a drink and sandwich," he said almost kindly.
I nodded numbly, thinking how awful it was to go to my execution on an empty or full stomach. He led me limping to the cab of the truck.
"You'd have had better luck when I reached the curvy section," he smiled. "I fixed the big side mirror just before we left. Nothing escapes me on that side now."
I sat on the seat next to him and tried to decide what to do. I'd never get the jump on him. He'd be way too alert for that. My clothes made it impossible for me to move fast enough anyway. The only thing I had left was talk. I decided to try.
After I'd had a drink and part of his sandwich, he unzipped his fly. His fingers lovingly worked the boner out of his pants.
"Come on, baby-suck my rugged cock. Show me you appreciate the sandwich and water."
I thought about telling him to go to hell. Then I remembered what Pedro had said about the guy being okay. I made up my mind immediately. I'd give him the same treatment I'd given Pedro. If I played my cards right and watched for cues, I might be able to sweet-talk my way out of this mess yet.
"If you'll at least unzip this suit so I can move a little better, you'll be able to play with my nipples..
He consented to that. He even relented and let me get completely out of it. It wasn't as difficult to get off as I had figured. The cooler air felt good. The breeze hit my drenched flesh and almost froze me. It sure felt good.
He laid my boots and suit on the floor and I bent forward. This had to be the best knob-job I'd ever given.
I was going to have to really do it up right if I was to have a chance. I stuck the tip of my tongue out and barely touched it to the crimson cockhead. Starting out slowly, I drew delicately on the hot, salty flesh. I drew roses, faces, circles, crosses and stars with my licker. I made them so tiny it would have taken a magnifying glass to read them. I caressed as lightly as a fly walking on a hot plate.
Working strictly on his prick-tip, I allowed my tongue to apply more and more pressure. Even
then, I kept the patterns as tiny as I could. I didn't make bigger designs until his prick-shaft was shivering from the tiny ones.
I let the wet designs grow and grow until I could feel his pulse pounding in the crimson velvet under my tongue. Then I licked his knob broadly, like an ice-cream cone. I touched the flat of my tongue to the round bottom of the slanted cushion. Then I drew it up until the tip of my tongue caught in his open pee-hole.
Flicking the rim of his peter for several seconds like a butterfly, I made him start to boil. I lowered my aim and began to trace tiny circles on the ultra-sensitive flesh under the rim. The driver moaned and squeezed my head.
His hands went back to my tender tits and I worked on his entire cock. I drew crosses. I whipped his rod with the tip of my licker. I licked it like a dog. I gave it a lingering massage. I made it shiver and tremble. I made it blush and bow backwards with need.
Reaching up with my fingers, I began to roll and rub his balls. I started on the base of his dick with my teeth. I held it sideways in my mouth and gnawed lightly. I gnashed my teeth and ground them from side to side.
Tilting his meat so it pointed towards the roof of the truck cab, I hooked my lower, front teeth under the rim of his blushing tool. I tightened my upper teeth just above the rim on top and began to nibble my way to his piss-slot. I gnawed back and
forth for several minutes, working him into a frenzy of desire.
My lips wrapped around his hot dick-head and I swirled my tongue around and around. Slowly, I sucked in and pushed more and more along my still swollen tongue. I felt his knob rubbing my palate and cheeks. I felt its rugged, knotted veins sliding past my teeth.
His cock started drooling. His fuck-oil mixed with my saliva. I ignored his fingers on my boobs. I ignored the pressure and discomfort of the rubber underwear. My whole life was at stake. I kept my head sliding lower and lower. His cock pushed against the back of my mouth. It angled off and slowly filled my throat.
I started back up. I blew out, letting my cheeks puff like balloons as I rose. I wiggled the tip of my trapped tongue so it tickled the bottom of the satin-smooth fuck-stick. The driver moaned in utter joy.
My hands never left his balls. I massaged and rolled them. I tugged and pinched the fleshy sac. I drew my fingertips around them. I began to bob my head up and down on his hard-on faster and faster.
The man's legs were trembling. His ass was so tight it would have crushed my finger if I'd been foolish enough to try to work it against his asshole. The muscles in his big, hairy legs rippled and turned to steel.
My mouth made funny sucking and slurping
noises. I could hear his strained breathing and feel the blood pounding hotly through his veins. He was so hot that even his belly was blushing. I couldn't read his face or eyes. They didn't give me a hint of his willingness to let me go.
I wrapped my free hand as far around his ass as I could get it. His skin turned bumpy as I stroked it lightly. The man twitched and writhed under my skillful mouth.
"Ummm," he sighed. "My cock's on fire, baby!"
I wiggled my head and felt him tremble. He didn't have to tell me his tool was on fire. I could feel it. It was so hot that it almost blistered my tongue. The fumes of his strong need gripped my nostrils and filled the cab.
Should I stop before he came and bargain for my release? It seemed like the logical thing to do. But if I did that, he'd get mad and probably beat me into submission. If I waited, would he give a shit about me? Either way was risky.
I decided not to hold out on him. My head bobbed faster and faster. I thrilled up and down his scalding dick like a pumping pelvis. I battered his crotch hair with my nose. I wet his balls with my spit. I rubbed and tickled him. I heated him wetly.
There was no holding back now. I forgot all about it as he neared the peak of his pleasure. He was panting like a mad dog. He squeezed my head like he was afraid I'd disappear. I could feel his balls vibrating. I could feel the muscles of his cock trembling as the volcano got ready to erupt deep
inside him.
It was thrilling to feel the waves of rippling pleasure carouse the length of his hot pecker. It was even more thrilling to feel the knotted veins grow bigger. The whole tool spread and expanded.
The crimson knob began to beat like a heart just before he unleashed his load. He began to sob and growl. His dick bucked like a wild horse. It rammed into my throat. It leaped back. It whipped around the inside of my mouth like a loose firehose under pressure. It sprayed everything within reach. Streamers of cum dripped from my teeth. Rivers of his jism ran into my throat. Pools of the slime collected around my tongue. Froth formed at my lips. The goo coated my palate and painted my cheeks.
It took a long time for the last of his glorious fuck-spasms to die away. He fell back on the seat sweating. His chest heaved for several minutes as he tried to bring his breathing back to normal.
I decided to work on one thing at a time. If I could convince him bit by bit, I would be much more likely to succeed.
"You've never fucked me," I whispered, running my fingers lightly over his limp prick.
"Ummm, you want me to cork your twat?" he smiled.
"I'd love to have you fill my pussy," I smiled back.
We caressed each other for some minutes without saying more. I tested and teased his dead
cock until it showed signs of life. I pinched its soggy crown and stretched it until it stiffened. Then I sprang it on him.
"You can't play with my tits or pussy when I'm dressed like this. Please let me out of them-they hurt."
The man was silent for a long time. I could see the conflict in his face. He wanted to help me. He didn't like to hurt me. On the other hand he was afraid. Finally, the thought of sticking his cock into my warm hole won out.
The relief flooded through me as the garments fell away. It was like nothing else in this world. I could breathe and move again. My muscles didn't hurt as bad and the tinting stopped.
The driver reached for me. I sank down beside him on the bunk. I smelled strongly of rubber and too much sweat. He didn't seem to mind. His hands cupped my tender boobs and began to knead them.
He was very skillful. It thrilled me to find my own body responding to his advances. After what I'd been through, I had been afraid that I'd never enjoy sex again. He was showing me how wrong I was. I was so grateful that I really put my heart into it.
Our lips locked together. Our tongues darted out. They dueled and sparred. They explored and danced. We tongue-fucked each other's mouths for several minutes. We let our hands lightly explore each other's bodies.
My big boobs melted and flattened between our tightly pressed bodies. He was hairy and it made my sensitive flesh tingle with anticipation. I felt his stiff cock pressing between my legs. I felt my remaining pubic hair rubbing his. His fingers brushed the crack of my ass. His arms hugged me and made me feel secure.
I still ached and cringed occasionally as we made out. My body was far from being healed. He was careful and I was so preoccupied with bettering my position with him that I didn't really notice the moments of pain that much.
He rolled me onto my back and broke our embrace. I reluctantly let him raise up. He scooted down a little and kissed my tits. His tongue drew circles around my nipples and made them stiff. His fingers lightly rubbed my outer labes.
He tickled my split with his fingertips and made it glow. His lips left my tits and made a trail of sparks and bumpy flesh as he worked his way to my belly button. He cleaned my navel out. I felt the delicious sensation and squirmed. His tongue went even lower. I wiggled hotly under him.
His fingers playfully pinched the delicate flesh on the very bottom of my ass. He traced the crest of my tender, pink petals and hood that hid my clit. I purred and squirmed happily.
His tongue sifted through the curly hair above my split. It drifted down between my legs where the other hair had once been. He cleaned the pussy-pads and sent shivers of warmth melting into
me. The desire started fires deep in my belly and made my cunt moist.
He had twisted around. I was able to get a hand on his burgeoning prick as he worked on me. I moved my hand back and forth, gently jacking him off. His lips sealed around my cunt. His teeth gripped the sides of my cunt-mound and nibbled lightly. I went crazy with need.
The man's middle finger plugged my cunt-hole. He rubbed the spot where my cunt-lips hooked inside. He massaged the winking meat an inch or two farther in. The nectar began to flow. It wet his invading finger and made it slick. My hips began to buck up and down. They were out of control. It was wonderful to feel this way again.
I gently applied pressure on his cock and drew him within range of my lips. I got his hot tool in my mouth and began to give it as good a workout as I'd done a few minutes before.
We thrashed around on the comfortable, but small seat. We lost ourselves in lust. Our bodies throbbed with need and desire. We strained to please each other. I lost track of time and place. Nothing mattered but my hot snatch. I smothered his burning cock with affection. I drowned it with caresses. I nibbled and teased it. I thrilled as his hot nuts rested against my nose.
He pulled away and twisted around. We were both trembling in urgent need. I forgot my danger. I forgot the pain I'd endured the last few days. All I wanted was the stiff prick in my gash. I wanted
my hole plugged and my clit rubbed.
The stiff piston found the top of my split and followed it to the pit of pleasure. It bounced over my clit. It spread my cunt-flaps. It rubbed my pee-hole and filled my aching cunt-hole with tingling, burning itching fulfillment.
I felt the gorgeous cock spread my insides and stretch the creases out. I felt it satisfy itch after burning itch. Nothing could feel this good-nothing! I tore at his back with my fingers. I waved my legs in the air. I whimpered like a puppy and purred like a kitten.
His hips rose and fell-rose and fell. His cock slid up and down-in and out. His balls bounced against my ass. His belly banged mine and our hips grated. I tried to swallow his cock whole.
We rose together. His thrusts grew quicker, deeper and longer. His panting grew louder. He was getting ready to shoot his cum into my cunt. I wriggled my hips and let my mind float free. The thrills of my own heat built like a crescendo. I exploded mindlessly under him as he shot his jism into my hot hole. He rolled off and hugged me to him.
"What happens now?" I whispered as reality flooded back.
We looked at each other for a very long time.
"You kicked the bottom out of that box and escaped. I never missed you until I reached the boat. You have to promise not to blow the whistle, though."
I promised. He helped me back into my jumpsuit, minus the horrible corset and other junk.
The road wasn't well-traveled and it was hours before I flagged down an American couple and got into town and safety. I broke my word to the driver, but by the time anyone got around to investigating, the ring had blown town.
Whenever my mind slips back to the horrors I suffered as a prisoner in that private prison of pain, I get the shakes. I can't help but wonder what would have become of me if I hadn't given a couple of blow-jobs when I did…