Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel (17 page)

Where the fuck is Dani?  It's been
three weeks since she left and I'm going out of my mind.  I almost wish she had
never come back in the first place.  I was content in this cage, or at least, I
had accepted my situation.  Now that she and I had seriously discussed my
freedom, I can't get the thought out of my mind.  In the past, I could turn off
all of the situations that were happening to me and just forget about them, now
each degrading act makes me more and more miserable.  I don't know how much
more I can take.

It doesn't help that I know Charles
is punishing me for continuing to bring up leaving the cage.  I'm sure he's
finding jerks to come up here and treat me like shit.  All week there's been
more spanking, ass fucking and just overall dirty shit then in the last month
combined.  And he's stopped letting me have a daily shower.  The only good
thing about that is it seems to keep some of the guys at a distance.  Not all
of them, though.  Some of the sick fucks like the fact that I smell like the
jizz of a half dozen other assholes.  But a few times a few of them have just
taken a look, or smell, of me and turned around and not come back.  At least he
can't blame me for that.  Some of the guys, though, just figure out a way to
make it work for them.

The other day two friends came up and
took one look at me, my hair matted down with dried cum and a fresher load
still leaking down my leg from the guy who had just left, and they turned
around and left.  Unfortunately, they were back in about ten minutes with some
rope.

They ended up tying me to the cage,
on my knees and facing them.  They said they didn't want sloppy seconds in my
cum filled pussy or ass, but my mouth was still fair game since I would have at
least swallowed anything that had come before them.

They were both about average height,
and the first guy pulled his pants down after walking up to the cage.  They had
tied me strategically so that my mouth was level with their cocks. 

"Open up," he said.  It
reminded me of the days of Frank's glory hole, only this time the guys could
see me and I could see them.  I preferred the faceless hole in the wall.

His dick was about six inches and not
that thick.  He put it into my mouth and I closed my lips around it, creating a
tight seal as he started to rock back and forth.  Bound to the cage as I was,
he had to do all of the work.  I rolled my tongue along the underside of his dick,
tickling him softly and tasting a bit of pre-cum from the head of it.  As his
hips shuffled back and forth, I could feel his dark pubic hair push against my
nose.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his friend was also bottomless now
and standing close by.  He then tapped his friend on the shoulder, which seemed
to be the signal for them to switch.

The new guy took his place in front
of me and replaced his buddies dick with his own.  The new one was salty, as if
this guy hadn't showered recently, but was also slightly thicker than his
friend's.  He filled my mouth a bit more, and his length was also enough to hit
the back of my throat.  My gag reflex had long been suppressed, though, and I
let his head slide past my tonsils on each thrust forward.  Soon he was tapped
on the shoulder and the two friends switched again.

And so it went, back and forth
between the pair for probably about ten minutes.  Finally, the guy in my mouth,
the bigger one, pulled out suddenly and started to jerk himself off.  His friend
instantly shoved his cock right back in to take its place but began thrusting
quickly, clearly trying to catch up to his buddy that was just about ready to
bust his nut.

Suddenly, the one rubbing himself
yelled out.  "This is it, I'm cumming!"  Immediately the guy in my
mouth withdrew and stepped back, giving his friend some room.  The large cock
moved forward again and I closed my eyes, knowing what was in store for me.  I
felt a large wet load spray me across the face immediately, dripping from my eyes,
down my nose and across my lips.  His second load hit me in the forehead.  His
third, because I imagine he was starting to wilt at this point, hit me in the
tits that were pushing between the bars of the cage due to the way I was
bound. 

When I thought he was done, I cracked
and eye open slightly and immediately regretted it as the second guy was
standing right in front of me, finally on pace with his buddy.  A white glob of
cum hit me square in the eye and some of it seeped in before I had a chance to
snap it shut again.  I screamed out as it stung, unable to even wipe it because
of my bound arms but that allowed his second load to hit me right in the mouth.

It's not the first time I'd taken a
load in the mouth, not by a long shot, but this time I just wasn't expecting it
and it caught me by surprise.  I instantly started coughing even as another jet
of hot jism landed on my face.  I turned my head as best I could in my current
position, but all I managed to do was get an ear full of warm spunk.

Both of the guys started to laugh,
and all I could feel was humiliation for the situation again.  I needed to get
out of here.  They ended up leaving without untying me, and for the rest of the
day, each guy that came to visit me took a cue from the previous ones, using my
mouth to get off and my face as their cum dumpster.  By the end of the day,
when Charles finally came up and untied me, both of my eyes were glued shut
from dried cum and I couldn't even breathe out of my nose.  I ran to the shower
and turned it on as hot as I could stand as I washed it all away.  Where the
hell was Dani?

Finally, my savior has returned. 

I was lying within my little metal home
one afternoon, in the midst of what has become my normal post-lunch pity
party.  I've begun to spend my time dwelling on my misery until someone comes
up to degrade me further, which serves to both distract me temporarily while at
the same time provide me with fodder for the next day's depression.  A lot of
my time, lately, was actually spent worried about whether or not I was
pregnant.  I still couldn't believe how taking birth control had completely
slipped my mind.  And now that we'd come this far, I didn't think it even
mattered.  Either I was already pregnant or my system hadn't kicked back in,
because I still wasn't getting my period.  At night I would lie there and rub
my belly.  I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not, but it felt like it
was getting bigger.

I heard the big heavy door to the stairs
open and close, so  I sat up straight, shaking my head to clear it and mentally
resigning myself to whatever fate had in store for me today.  The man that
turned the corner was very big, with a muscled chest and a bit of a belly.  He
was wearing a long thin trench coat that was untied at the front.  I knew I had
seen him before, but I couldn't place where until I heard his deep and booming
voice.  "Hello Anna," he said.  "Dani tells me you've gotten
yourself into a bit of a tight spot."

It was Dave, the trucker that had led me
to meeting Dani in the first place.  My face broke into a huge grin and I leapt
to my feet.  "You can say that," I said, looking around at the small
enclosure that had been my home for a couple of months now.

Dave nodded his stubbly face at me as his
eyes took in the situation.  I noticed that his gaze briefly stopped over my
naked body, but he quickly pulled it away with an embarrassed look.  This was
the Dave I remembered, somewhat shy for such a big guy and totally
non-threatening.  I'd be happy to fuck him silly to thank him, though, if he
ended up figuring out a way to get me out of here.

"Where's Dani?" I asked.

Dave raised a big hand and motioned
vaguely behind him.  "She's out in the truck.  She really wanted to come
back in to see you, but that Charles guy knows who she is and she didn't want
him to get suspicious.  She said she had a feeling you may have stirred things
up since she was gone for so long.  She apologizes for that, by the way, but to
be honest it was my fault."

I shrugged my shoulders sheepishly,
surprised how well Dani knew me.  After all, we had only really spent a few
hours together over the two times we had been together.  She was right though,
I had stirred things up and she was probably right not to come in.  Charles
probably wouldn't have even let her come up anyway.  Even if he didn't suspect
anything, I could see him using that as another way to punish me.

"I was starting to wonder if she was
ever coming back," I said.

This time it was Dave's turn to look
sheepish as he nodded.  "Right, my fault, sorry.  I was on a run with a
big payday and I had to complete it.  I was on my way to the other side of the
country when I heard from her.  I had to complete that run and then make my way
back, but I had a couple other things I had committed to as well.  If I had
known how bad the situation was, though, I would have come quicker.  She just
said she needed some help.  I never imagined... this."  He was looking
again at the cage and he put one big hand on the bars and gave them a tentative
shake.  "Pretty solid.  But I have the key, anyway."

He pulled out the big key ring that I
recognized right away as the same set Charles gives to all of the guys that
come up here to spend some time with me.  Dave must have pretended to be a
customer.  I wondered if he had to pay up front or not, and I made a mental
note to pay him back when I got my money from Charles.  If I got my money.

"So what's the plan," I asked. 
"Is there one?"

The big man in front of me nodded slowly. 
"Dani has something in mind.  It's really up to you, though.  I have the
keys," he dangled them up in front of me again, "so if you want I
could try to just open this thing up and I can walk you out.  I can give you my
coat to cover up.  We could probably sneak out the front door, you could hop in
my truck and I can take you away from all this.  That's one option."

And a tempting option that was.  I was fed
up with this place, and was anxious to get out of here and leave it behind me
as fast as possible.  A part of me, a really big part, didn't even want to hear
what else he had to say.  I had to bite my tongue to not just say yes, open the
cage and let's get the fuck out of here.  But if I was going to leave and start
a new life, how far would I get without even the clothes on my back?

"What about my money," I said. 
Without the money, I had just spent the better part of the year fucking,
sucking and being humiliated for absolutely nothing other than making that fat
fuck Frank and now Charles rich off my ass.  I may have enjoyed some of the
experiences I had here, but the majority of the time I really was just doing it
for the money.  There was always an end game, even if I sometimes lost sight of
the ball.

"Right," he rumbled. 
"That's where option two comes in.  It's a bit more complicated, or at
least more confrontational, but we're likely to get all your money and still
get you the hell out of here.  Thing is, it will require a bit more thought and
planning so it won't happen today.  For option two, you may need to spend a
couple more days here.  Are you up for it?"

I'd already spent almost ten months at
this truck stop, and a couple of those, at least, were locked up in this cage. 
Originally, the whole point was to earn a bit of money and then keep on
traveling.  I finally had the chance to do that, so I wasn't about to leave
that payday behind.  I could do another couple of days.  Especially if I had
Dani waiting for me at the end.  I looked up at the big man and nodded.  Option
two it was.

It had been a few days since my big
trucker friend Dave had left, but I knew that was part of the plan in getting
me out of here once and for all.  He and Dani, mostly Dani according to him,
had cooked up a plan that was going to require some time and patience on my
part.  I spoke to him at length when he was here the other day, and we went
over the details.  I filled him in on everything I knew about Charles and the
truck stop in general. 

Ever since Charles took over from Big
Frank things had gotten busier around here.  I know a lot of that had to do
with me, but not all of it.  I still drew in a certain type of clientele and
earned a lot of money for Charles, but he was a business man and a hell of a
lot better at his job than Frank ever was.  This was only one truck stop that
he owned, and each one was successful.  Part of the increased traffic here was
due to him knowing how to run a business.  At any rate, soon after the place
started getting busier and making more money, he had hired a couple security
guys.  They didn't come up here very often (although there were a couple of
times Charles had given them a free romp with me as a bonus.  Made him seem
generous without costing him anything and I doubt I'd see anything out of it. 
He was shrewd in many ways).  But because of their presence, the brute force
method would be pretty difficult with just Dave to help, as big as he was.

So the plan required us to earn Charles'
trust, and to do that Dave would need to become a regular.  So it was almost a
week after his last visit until he returned.  I was expecting him, although not
sure when he would arrive exactly, so when his big boots clomped through the
change room and over to my cage door, the smile on my face felt like it
stretched from ear to ear. 

Dave smiled back at me, and my heart
stopped beating as furiously as it had been.  We were so close to me getting
out of here and I've been constantly on edge that something was going to fuck
things up.  His smile reassured me.  Like last time, though, I saw his gaze
quickly flit across my naked body.  He was a typical man, and although we had
fucked in the back of his truck that night I met Dani, I felt immediately self
conscious at being so exposed in front of him now.  I think I'm starting to
think of him as more of a friend now, so it feels more odd to be naked in front
of him.

He must have noticed, as he quickly
averted his eyes and then shrugged off his long coat, handing it through the
bars to me.  I gratefully accepted it and put it on, pushing up the long arms
to expose my hands.  The coat only went to around his knees, but on me it was
draping across the floor.

"How's Dani?" I asked, anxious
to hear of my lesbian friend.  It had been a while since I had seen her and
Charles isn't about to let her back in after her last visit.  He's still mad
that she and I fucked and she never paid him anything. 

"She's good," Dave rumbled. 
"Anxious to see you.  She hates not being a more active part of
this."

"Well it was mostly her idea," I
said, "so that's good enough.  I don't want her getting involved anyway. 
It's too dangerous.  I got myself into this and I'd hate for anything to happen
to her."  Then I realized she wasn't the only one taking chances on my
behalf.  "Or you!" I quickly added.

"Don't worry about me," Dave
said.  "Let's just focus on the plan and get you out and safe."

Dave and I spent the rest of the hour
chatting and going over the details again.  Unfortunately, although we were as
ready as we'd ever be, part of the plan required him to build up a trust with
Charles and become a regular, and so I was going to have to stick things out
for a couple more weeks while he did that.

After about an hour I handed him back his
jacket, immediately self conscious again about my exposed body.  The cool air
against my breasts after removing the warm coat caused goose bumps to spawn
across my skin, and I felt my nipples harden.  I modestly raised an arm to
cover them.

"Next week bring some rope," I
said.  Dave looked at me funny and then nodded before leaving.

I sat back down on the thinly carpeted
floor.  Time seemed to be going by a lot slower now that the end was so
tantalizingly close.  I just had to bear this a little while longer.  My head
was on other things for the next few days, and I just went through the motions
with the guys that came through.  Luckily there was nothing weird or out of the
ordinary that required my attention.  After almost ten months, I was able to
suck and fuck any number of guys without even thinking about it.

It is hard to ignore the queasiness in my
stomach that seems to be growing each day, though.  It's likely due to the
stress of knowing that the end is so near and the fear of what may go wrong to
fuck it all up.  I even spent one night throwing up at the toilet, sickened
further by the amount of white thick cum that I heaved out of my stomach.