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A Colorado Country Girl’s Self Bondage
CH 56
One delightful evening in bondage I told MAC about my trucking fantasies.
I’d spent the day cleaning house and doing chores. My daughter was going to a friend’s house for a sleepover and I invited MAC to drop by. As soon as I got home from dropping my little girl off, I took off all my clothes and walked around the house naked.
I passed my living room window and noticed a teen aged boy mowing the lawn across the street. Very daringly I stood at the window for a few moments until I saw him do a double take in my direction. I stepped back and waited a minute, then peeked out. He was still pushing the mower but he was staring at my house. I giggled and waited until he turned his attention to his work, then stood at the window again. Sure enough he looked my way and I jumped back out of sight. He stopped in his tracks and walked across the street. He stood on the sidewalk and looked at the window. I wondered if he would come onto my property but he didn’t. He finally walked back and I trotted into the kitchen and grabbed a handful of ropes.
I threaded a rope through a study ceiling hook (cleverly disguised to resemble a flower pot hanger) and tied slip knot noose in it. Then I tied a very tight crotch rope between the lips of my pussy, tied my ankles apart with a spreader bar, then slipped my wrists through the noose and tugged it tight. I was further back into the room than before so I wasn’t quite as visible. (But of course, I really hoped that he would see me, come inside and fuck my brains out while I was bound).
The boy kept looking my way and once I had to laugh when he nearly ran the mower into a flower bed. Once or twice he stopped and peered toward me, as if he just couldn’t quite make out what he saw. I began dancing sensuously in my ropes, wiggling my hips, thrusting my pelvis and shaking my boobs. Things got much better when two other boys rode up on bicycles and talked to the first one. He obviously told them that he’d seen something interesting in my house because they all looked my way. I increased my gyrations and now fervently hoped that they could see me. I was on fire and at that moment I would have sold my soul just to have those boys walk through my front door.
The boys talked for a while then the two on bikes rode away. The first boy finished the front yard and moved to the back. I was disappointed to lose my audience but hit on another wicked idea.
I released myself, ran upstairs and slipped into a tight tee shirt, mini skirt and pair of sneakers. I kept the pussy rope on. I went out to the porch and sat with my knees apart, listening until I heard the mower shut off, then I went onto my lawn, bent over and pretended to pull weeds from the flower beds. Sure enough the boy emerged from the back yard and started down the walk. His eyes widened when he saw me. I was bent so far over that I was looking at him through my legs. I glanced up, pretended to finally notice him and smiled. He smiled back rather weakly. He started down the street and I called out to him. He came over and tried not to stare at my breasts (which were braless and my nipples poked against the material of my shirt.)
I asked him if he would be interested in mowing my lawn too and he told me that he would, but couldn’t do it that day. He offered to come back after school the following afternoon.
As we talked I wiped my dirty hands on the tee shirt, pulling it even tighter and the poor dear got a lovely erection. He tried to hide it by casually crossing his hands in front of himself. I managed not to look directly at his crotch but I was tempted to drop to my knees then and there.
I agreed to his offer and silently promised myself that while he cut the grass I would be naked and helpless in ropes inside the house.
After he left I went inside, stripped again and tied myself into very strict hog tie on the kitchen floor. MAC wasn’t due for several hours, and at first I lay still simply enjoying the helplessness. But then I began wiggling around to see if I could move around the house. I wasn’t easy but it was a lot of fun working up a sweat and a few rug burns as I inched across the floor. My tight pussy rope tightened more as I struggled. I’d intended to have no orgasms, saving them for MAC but as I squirmed and struggled one crept up on me and surprised me by causing a delicious explosion between my legs.
I sagged in my bonds for a long sweet time, enjoying the afterglow, then decided that I’d better get ready for MAC. Only there was a problem.
In my struggles I’d tightened the rope so much that I couldn’t undo the knots and I’d worked my way into the hallway and my escape knife was on the kitchen floor about twenty feet away.
Now twenty feet isn’t very far in the normal course of things. Shucks you can walk twenty feet in two seconds, but try moving that far when your legs are wrapped tightly with rope and your ankles are tied to your thighs. (Having my wrists tied behind my back just made it worse – or better).
I started the long tedious trek back to the knife but that insidious little pussy rope ambushed me again and sent a HUGE bolt of lightning through my body. I fainted.
I woke up and lay smiling in a warm golden glow until I remembered that I had a guest arriving soon, so I started wiggling across the floor again.
I estimated that I’d gotten about six feet when orgasm Number Three zapped me. I honestly think that somehow my body levitated off the floor because I felt my breasts smash under my body when I landed. I gave up.
I didn’t try to get any further; I just lay on the carpet waiting for MAC. I did get slightly bored so I wriggled and huffed and groaned and twisted until I got my knees under me, which pressed my breasts against the floor, and was idly rubbing them against the rough shag rug when the doorbell rang.
It startled me and I came again. A tiny squeak escaped my throat and I heard a voice outside. It was the mailman.
“Hello? Are you ok in there?”
I rolled onto my back and wished that I could open my legs. I also wished that my door was equipped with a peep hole that worked from the outside, then he could look in and see me naked.
“Hi Tim,” I answered brightly. “Everything’s ok.”
“Uh, I thought I heard a scream,” he said.
“I’m fine,” I said. “The bell startled me.”
“Ok, well I’ve got a package for you.”
“Could you just leave it on the porch?” I called out. “I can’t come to the door, I’m not decent.” (Boy, was that an understatement!)
“Sure thing.”
I craned my head to see the clock. I had about two hours until MAC was due and for a few seconds I actually considered inviting the mailman in. I could only guess as his expression if he’d walked in and seen me. My pussy got very warm at the thought. Fortunately common sense prevailed and I kept my mouth shut. I heard Tim leave and I wondered how often mailmen were seduced, or at least teased by housewives. I continued my snail’s crawl to the kitchen.
I didn’t make it. I was tired. Tired from crawling in bondage and exhausted from all those orgasms. I fell asleep again.
I woke up and something was wrong. The house was dark, my skin was cold from the drying perspiration, and there was something inside me!
Before I could clear my hazy head I realized that someone was fucking me, from behind.
I almost panicked. My first thought was that the mailman had returned and let himself in, and he had succumbed to temptation (after all, what red blooded man could resist me when I was in such an enticing position?) then I thought that perhaps he’d called the police to check on me and some cop was fucking me. Ok, ok, especially since police officers always work in pairs. I actually listened to hear the equipment on their gun belts rattle. Nothing darn it.
Who ever it was, he was pretty good, and large, and energetic.
Oh my God! Was it the lawn mower boy? Had he come back? Oh that little devil. Well, if it was him he was very good for a teenager.
Who was it? Had a stranger let himself in, or my ex husband perhaps? Hmmm, well, if was Brad he was doing the best job of lovemaking in his life. But no, it couldn’t be him because he just wasn’t as big as the man inside me. Who could it be?
Ah it was MAC.
“Hello Darling,” I said.
“Good evening,” he replied courteously, and rhythmically, “Awfully kind of you to invite me in.”
“I’m glad that the door wasn’t locked,” I said breathlessly, “I’d hate to keep you waiting on the porch.”
“Oh, I’d have broken the door down by now,” he answered.
I giggled.
After screwing me to another delightful orgasm, Mac carried me, still in bondage to my bedroom. He placed me on the bed face up and tied my knees wide apart.
“I presume that you tied yourself,” he commented as he undressed.
“Oh, no,” I said innocently. “It was the mailman.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and when he’d finished with me two police officers came by and screwed me.”
“You do have a thing for cops, don’t you?”
“Um hmm. Then there was a teenaged boy who mows lawns.”
“Teenagers often ejaculate too quickly,” he said, as he climbed on the bed.
“Oh, I know, but they recover very quickly too.”
“And how do you know this?” he asked as he slid into me.
Another wonderful nuclear explosion erupted between my legs and I couldn’t talk for a few minutes. “What were we saying?” I asked when the hurricane winds died down in my brain.
“I wondered how you knew so much about teenaged boys,” he said.
“Oh, every thirty something housewife screws the neighborhood boys,” I answered. “The minute hubby leaves for work. I thought that you knew that.”
“Does every housewife tie herself up?”
“Of course. We had to find some use for all those old clothes line ropes when we went to electric dryers.”
“Good idea, Don’t want them to go to waste. Anyone else come in after the mowing boy?”
“Just some stranger, I woke up to feel him deep inside me.”
“That’s a lot of traffic through the house,” he observed. “That was me, I believe. Anyone else?
“No, you were the next, and the best.”
“I’m flattered. You’ve been a busy woman.”
“I know, and I’ve been a bad woman too. Perhaps you should punish me.”
“Good idea.”
Later, after MAC had punished me with a very hot spanking, he sat cross legged between my legs and let his cock reside inside me, and we talked. He kept an firm pinch on my nipples so it was slightly difficult for me to concentrate on the conversation, but I managed.
I told him about my afternoon and the unexpected orgasms. He shouted with laughter when I told him how I had teased the teenager and he chuckled when I told him how we had shocked the members of Karla’s bondage club. Then I wandered off recent events and told him about my fantasies about trucks.
MAC had heard about my antics at the armored car company but I’d never told him about wanting to be driven around the state naked in an armored truck. He perked up when I included my mom in the fantasy and told how I wanted to be delivered naked and bound to her bank. Then I talked about seeing the man at Brad’s trucking company and imagining Mom and I, and other slaves, being taken around to small towns and sold to the locals.
MAC got very excited listening to my stories and I had to stop talking while he fucked me rather wildly for almost an hour. When he finished we were both hungry so he carried me into the bathroom, washed my body like I was a baby, although we got sidetracked when he untied my legs and washed my crotch. We spent more time in the bath that we’d planned. Finally he dried me off, replaced my pussy rope with a dry one and we got dressed.
The next day I rushed home from work, called my daughter’s day care and asked if she could stay a little longer, then undressed and got ready for the mowing boy. I washed up quickly then inserted vibrators into my pussy and my bottom. I held them in place with Dale’s chastity belt, then slipped a low cut vee neck shirt on and a loose short skirt. I tried on a tight short skirt but it revealed the outline of the chastity belt.
When Eric, the lawn boy arrived, I switched on the vibrators and met him at the door with a big smile and perky nipples. His eyes flew right to my chest and although he tried to be discreet, he had a nice erection instantly. He blushed sweetly but I pretended not to notice.
I took him around the yard showing him what I wanted done and from time to time I bent over to pull the stray weed here and there. Finally I left him and he got to work. He started at the back of the lot. I went inside and stripped naked. I left the belt on and walked around the house with the vibrators going like mad. I locked my wrists behind my back with handcuffs and peeked out the windows watching Eric. I wasn’t quite as blatant about showing myself this time, but each time he looked toward the house my pussy throbbed. Eric stripped off his shirt to display an impressive set of muscles and I pressed my pussy against the corner of the kitchen table and rubbed until I came. The orgasm was fantastic and my legs gave way so that I crashed to the floor. Luckily the lawn mower was so loud that Eric didn’t hear. I lay on the floor in a delightful haze for a while, then got to my feet and ran downstairs. I dug through my secret hiding place and got a large vibrator out. I was so excited that having my wrists locked didn’t impede me in the least. I bent forward and worked the smaller vibrators out and the big one into my pussy from behind, then trotted up the steps. I was very damp and it almost slipped out, so I had to stop and reseat it. When I got to the kitchen Eric had worked his way close to the house and was just passing the open back door. I froze at the top of the stairs as he walked by only ten feet away. He was looking into the house very intently. When he passed I dropped into a chair, spread my legs and bounced up and down until I came again.
Now you would think that after those orgasms I would be satisfied, but, nymphomaniac that I am, it just wasn’t enough. I had to fight to get myself under control. It was all I could do to keep from kicking open the screen door and throwing myself on my back right in front of that mower.
Oh, I knew better than to get involved with a young boy, simply because they cannot help but tell every other boy they know. Otherwise I’d have screwed that handsome young stud out of his mind.
When he finished mowing I released myself and got dressed. I met him on the porch and paid him, and arranged for him to mow the lawn every week. I hadn’t turned the vibrator off and it was a trial to keep my face straight as it bumbled away inside me. Eric must have possessed excellent hearing because he asked me what that funny buzzing sound was. I told him that it was the clothes dryer. He tilted his head toward the house, then looked toward my tummy. I don’t think that he believed me.
A few weeks later MAC asked if I could take a long weekend off and have someone watch my little girl. I got Denise to do it and dropped her off on Thursday evening.
Mac had given me written instructions and after leaving the farm I drove to a truck stop in a town. MAC’s instructions told me to find a red and white delivery truck which would be parked somewhere on the lot. They also told me to dress like a slut. That was ok because I was in a very sexy mood, so I put on a micro skirt, a light blouse that was almost see through, high heels and thigh high stockings.
I parked at the truck stop and walked through the lot looking for the truck. I attracted a lot of attention. I had to turn down two offers for my services. One man jumped down from the cab of his truck when he saw me. He didn’t say a word; he just opened the door to the sleeper compartment and made a courtly sweeping gesture with his arm. I was flattered and tempted. I looked inside. The sleeper was nicely decorated, and if I hadn’t been meeting MAC I might have accepted his offer, but I smiled and shook my head regretfully. It might have been fun to talk him into tying me up and driving across the country.
I passed two female truck drivers. One glared at me disdainfully and I shook my boobs at her. The other woman grinned and shook hers back. I smiled and thought that it might be fun to talk her into tying me up.
I finally found MAC and I laughed when I saw the sign on the truck. It said ‘Chained Lightening Delivery’ with a picture of a dominant woman holding a whip. The woman looked like me. Beneath the picture was a slogan saying: ‘We’ll whip your cargo to its destination.’
MAC was leaning against the fender dressed in rough work clothes and looking nothing like the dignified gentleman that he really is. I started to speak but he held his hand up to silence me. He tossed me a bag containing wrist and ankle cuffs and told me to put them on. I rested my foot on the bumper to buckle the ankle cuffs, which hiked my skirt up rather nicely. Two other drivers came toward us. One pointed to the placard.
“See, there it is, just like I told you.”
The other man stared at the sign, then looked at MAC, then at me. Mac looked at them coldly but didn’t say anything.
“Is this your truck?” one of them asked him.
“Yeah,” he answered unpleasantly, “What about it?”
The fellow pointed at me. “Who is she?”
“I’m the cargo,” I answered as I buckled my wrist cuffs.
MAC nodded in confirmation.
“Oh yeah? Where are you taking her?” the man asked.
MAC walked to the back of the truck and slid the door upward. A clipboard lay just inside. Mac looked through some papers, and answered: “I’m delivering her to a private dungeon in Missouri,”
“Pretty expensive way to drive a hooker around, isn’t it?” one asked sarcastically.
She’s not a hooker,” MAC told him. “Read this,” he picked up a clipboard and showed them an invoice. One of them read aloud: “One twenty eight year old female sex slave’ and a delivery address in Kansas City.
I was examining the interior of the truck. It was lined with leather covered panels, hooks, chains; a pillory and an X cross. There was even a fold down bed. A row of numbers was painted above hooks along the upper walls. The truckers’ mouths dropped open. MAC motioned me to get inside and I climbed in, making sure that my skirt hiked up as I did. I walked through the truck touching the chains and ropes. Then I turned to MAC.
“Where do you want me?”
He consulted a clipboard. “Position number four.”
I stepped under number four and stretched my arms above my head. MAC buckled my wrists to a hook, then chained my ankles to the wall. The two men watched from the ground. When I was tightly secured MAC put a gag in my mouth, gave my pussy a little pat and jumped down.
“How come she’s under number four?” one asked, “Why not number one?”
“Because I got other stops to make picking up other females,” MAC answered. “They all got to correspond to the invoices.”
“How many more?” one man asked. His sarcasm was fading into awe.
“Three.”
“Whew.”
MAC took the invoice back, tossed it casually into the truck.
“Uh, hang on a second will you?” one of the other men asked. “It looked like she ain’t wearing anything under that skirt. Can we, uh, , get a look?”
Mac glanced at me, shrugged, and climbed into the truck. He lifted my skirt.
“Looks like you’re right, she’s not wearing panties,” he put his hands on my waist and turned me toward them and ripped my blouse open. “No brassiere either.”
“Wow, say mister, do you think we could get a closer look?”
“Sure.”
They scrambled into the truck and MAC stepped aside and indicated to help themselves. One man grabbed my boobies and the other put his hand under my skirt. I couldn’t suppress a gasp as his finger slipped inside me. He started fingering me vigorously. It felt wonderful and I groaned in disappointment when MAC grasped his wrist and pulled him away.
“That’s enough,” he said. “She’s already been sold and she ain’t for rent. And we don’t allow freebies with the merchandise.”
“Merchandise?” one scoffed. “She just looks like a lot lizard to me.”
MAC shrugged. “This gal is no prostitute.”
I looked at the men and nodded.
“You aren’t a hooker?” one asked in disbelief.
I shook my head.
“Then what do you do for a living?” he demanded.
“She’s a housewife, married to a trucker,” MAC told him. I nodded in confirmation.
“Are you really being sold as a slave?” his friend asked me.
I nodded slowly.
“And you are ok with that?” the other asked.
“Um hmm,” I managed through the gag while I writhed slowly.
“Ok boys, that’s all,” Mac pushed them out of the truck and jumped down.
“Jeezus mister, do you get to fuck her on the trip?” I heard one of them ask.
“Yep, I fuck them all,” MAC said.
“What about her torn blouse?”
“No problem,” MAC answered. “I’ll have to clean her up and get her dressed when I deliver her anyway.” He closed the door.
A moment later I heard the engine start and the truck began to move.
I was very excited and I wondered what else MAC had in store for me.
We drove for a long time and I had no idea where we were. It was dark in the truck and eventually I dozed off. Believe it or not, I actually slept while chained to a wall.
After several hours the truck stopped. I heard MAC get out and I could hear him talking to someone outside but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. A few minutes later the cargo door opened and I heard someone climb in. My eyes were adjusted to the dark and I had to close them in the new bright light so I couldn’t see the new people. MAC made it worse by buckling a blind fold onto me. Then I heard several people moving around.
“Chain her here at number two,” I head MAC say. I heard chains rattle for a moment and a woman moan slightly. I felt MAC remove my gag and hold a drink to my lips. It was lemonade and it was delicious. When I finished he put the gag back. Mac buckled it tightly at the back of my neck, gave my pussy another brief pat. I heard the other woman moan again, louder and passionately.
“What are you doing?” he asked someone.
“Getting her warmed up,” I heard another man reply.
“Good idea,” Mac said. His hand returned to my crotch, and I was on fire as he expertly caressed my pussy to a white hot condition. I couldn’t keep from moaning in delight, and was answered by the other woman. MAC chuckled and increased the friction between my legs. Within minutes I had a delicious orgasm and I groaned louder and louder until I was keening behind my gag, and when the fantastic ecstasy flashed through me I screamed. The other woman echoed my scream a few minutes later. I heard both men chuckling with self satisfaction as they closed the cargo door.
The engine started and we were moving again.
I heard the other woman gasping, almost sobbing, across from me. I tried to talk to her. It’s difficult to communicate through a gag, especially ones that were a huge as we wore, put we managed to a degree. I asked her name and after about twenty time she finally understood what I was saying. She tried to answer but what ever she said did not come through. She asked my name and I found out that no matter how hard I tried I could not get it out intelligibly. Talking was so difficult that we gave up.
The truck made another stop. We waited for a long time, then heard the door open. I heard a man climb in and touch my breast. His hand was heavy and rough and he smelled like a mechanic with the odor of oil and gasoline about him. He ripped my blouse open and squeezed both my breasts roughly, then a hand went to my crotch. He wasn’t gentle or considerate. His fingers went inside my pussy and he dug around as if he were searching for something. I liked what he was doing and soon I was panting like a dog. He never spoke but his breath smelled of beer. After groping me he moved away and I heard the other woman squeak. Grunts and moans and squeals told me that he was abusing her body the way he had done mine.
I heard him doing something with her chains then heard a huge gasp from the woman. Instantly there began a rhythmic thumping that told me he was fucking her. The woman whimpered and sighed and her assailant huffed and grunted like a pig, and soon he let out a brutish bellow. I knew that he’d come. The woman sighed contentedly.
A moment later I heard his zipper close and he left the truck.
MAC and his companion came in. “Damn, he could have at least put her legs down when he was done,” the companion said.
Might as well leave her that way,” MAC said, “It will just save time for the next guy.”
“Yeah, I suppose so. What about her?”
I knew he was asking about me.
“Why not?” MAC answered. I felt his hands on my ankles, then he and his friend lifted my legs up and chained them high and open above my shoulders. I couldn’t suppress a gasp of delight.
“Nice,” the companion chuckled. “But we’ll have to clean them up. He left grease marks all over them.”
He entered my body and I squealed as a tiny orgasm tickled me.
After the man screwed me I felt a damp cloth against my pussy. “Ummm,” I crooned. It felt nice. MAC or the other man washed my thighs and my pussy and my breasts, and from the sounds of it, the other slave was getting the same treatment.
MAC brought along a tub of water, soap and towels, and they had to wash us off several times a day.
I was dozing as the truck rumbled along. The truck hit a bump and I awoke. My legs were still chained above my head and that put pressure on my back and shoulders. My pussy was still warm and it’s a good thing that I was used to weird bondage positions. I wondered how long until the next stop.
Sometime later the truck stopped and I listened as another woman was loaded aboard. I heard chains rattling as she was secured.
“Should I put her legs open like the others?” a man asked.
“Sure,” MAC answered. I heard the new woman’s muted squeal as they lifted her legs up. “Oops, we forgot to take off her panties,” the other man said.
“Rip them off,” MAC commanded. I heard the tearing of cloth, a muted squeal, then a satisfied moan from the woman.
“Hmm, she enjoyed that,” MAC observed.
“Well, what woman wouldn’t have?” I demanded through my gag. Unfortunately it came out completely garbled.
“Trying to say something, number four?” MAC asked. I thrust my pussy forward in reply and was rewarded with feeling his cock slide into me again. What a wonderful sweet man he is!
“When MAC finally spurted into me, and my head stopped whirling I heard the very distinct sounds of another couple coupling. The other man was screwing one of the other women. And before they finished I heard MAC fucking the other. Hmm, three women screwed by two men in half an hour. I knew that MAC had a lot of stamina but I wondered who the other fellow was.
Late that night I was asleep again when the truck came to a stop. MAC entered and unlocked me from the wall. He handcuffed my wrists behind and I was so stiff and sore that he had to help me down. My blindfold got slightly dislodged and I was able to see that we were at a cheap looking motel. The truck was backed up to a room and MAC hustled me inside. He opened the bathroom door and told to strip naked and leave my clothes off and that I had ten minutes. I rushed inside and took care of business, then I washed up as best I could. Outside the door MAC told me that I would get a bath later, and to come out because the other slaves were waiting. I replaced my blindfold and opened the door. MAC seized me and put me into kneeling bondage. He checked my blindfold
“Do not speak,” he told me sternly. “Don’t try to talk to the other women or to me, understand?”
I nodded.
I heard them bring in another female. She too was given a few minutes in the bath, then she joined me on her knees. We so close that her arm was pressed against mine. The third slave received the same treatment and I was surprised when they brought in a fourth woman. When had she gotten into the truck? Each slave was given the same warning about talking.
When we were all on our knees the second man came in with food, and it smelled delightful! I hoped we would be unbound at least long enough to eat but no way. MAC and the other man fed us, still tied and blind folded.
After eating I was taken into the bathroom and permitted to take a shower. Actually the shower consisted of the strange man stripping me naked, tying my wrists to a hook above my head in the shower stall and washing me down with a cloth and lots of soap. I was blindfolded and gagged but I didn’t mind because whoever he was, he certainly took pains to see that every inch of my body was clean. He even shampooed my hair, then had me kneel on the floor while he dried it carefully. He also removed my gag and brushed my teeth! And I astonished myself by getting turning on!
Oh, it wasn’t the act of brushing, it was the fact that I had never felt so helpless and feminine in my life. This faceless man was controlling me in ways that I’d never dreamt.
“Thank you master,” I whispered when he finished, “May I please suck your cock?”
He didn’t answer but I heard his zipper and a moment later his penis was between my lips. I sucked very carefully, and was rewarded with a satisfied sigh, but before he came he withdrew. I mewed in disappointment.
“Thanks Number Four,” he said. “But now I have to brush your teeth again, then take care of the others too. Now be very quiet.”
He led me blindfolded into the bedroom and placed me on a bed. He undid my bonds, then retied me in a lovely spread eagle, legs and arms wide open. I heard him take another woman into the bath, and I felt the presence of the other slaves too, but no one spoke. I fell asleep but was awakened by the men lowering a naked female body over mine. I sighed in contentment as her warm skin touched mine. When they finished tying her we were warned again not to speak, on pain of being gagged all night long. Then the third slave was taken into the bath.
The woman atop me lay very still and I could feel the tension in her body. I was entirely relaxed, and since we had not been told to eat pussies, I stuck my tongue out. Her body jerked when she felt the tip of my tongue on her pussy lips, but she didn’t speak. I
Wished that someone would put a pillow under my neck because the strain of lifting my head was tiring, but I decided to keep going. Who ever this mystery woman was, I decided to be nice to her.
While I was busy the masters brought the third woman out of the bathroom and I heard them tying her to the other bed. And later when the fourth slave was clean she too was tied to the third. I imagined the sight of four women tied mouth to pussy and hoped that MAC would take pictures. I returned my thought to the pussy above my mouth.
She moaned softly, and I felt her warm breath on my pussy but she didn’t do anything more. I hoped she might put her tongue on me, but oh well, it didn’t change my mind. I licked and nibbled and suckled her lips. I felt her body tensing until she suddenly let out a long shuddering moan and collapsed atop me.
I heard a door open and MAC ask: “What was that?”
“I’d say that they are getting it on,” the other man chuckled.
“You would think that they would have had enough for one day,” MAC said. The door closed. I felt very proud of myself and fell asleep within minutes.
I woke sometime later and felt the woman’s tongue gingerly exploring my crotch. She had it easier since she didn’t have to lift her head and I lay there in total darkness feeling that warm, moist tongue roaming around my pussy. I got the distinct feeling that she wasn’t used to doing this. That made it more delightful and I tried to open my legs wider. I didn’t say anything but I did purr encouragingly, and amateur or not, she did a wonderful job.
During the night I woke to hear the women on the other bed moaning in passion.
The next morning we were untied one at a time, given half an hour each in the bath, and fed breakfast, again while bound and blindfolded. As I knelt beside the bed I tried to rub my blindfold off. I was dying to see who the other slaves were, but MAC caught me and gave me several fierce cuts across my breasts with a whip.
We were given our clothes, which had been laundered during the night, and loaded into the truck.
We spent the day driving but we had no idea where we were. I couldn’t tell if we were in Colorado or not, but we made several stops and men boarded the truck and screwed the living daylights out of us. I was pretty sure that we must be in the plains of eastern Colorado because I could smell crops and most of the men smelled like farm animals. It wasn’t that they stank, or needed to bathe, it was just that growing up on a farm I knew the smell that lingers on farmers.
We stopped at some location and we were herded off the truck after MAC shackled our wrists behind our backs and made sure that our blindfolds were secure. He helped me down and led me stumbling into a building. I felt the cool air of a large open area and again smelled the barnyard odor of livestock. I heard the murmur of voices.
A man spoke and announced that now that all of the females were present the auction could begin. He told the crowd that we would be on display for a few minutes so they could get a look at us. MAC told me quietly to step up twice, and I felt my feet on a wooden floor. The other truck slaves followed me. The crowd applauded then quieted as the Auctioneer told them that not only were we good for screwing, but that we were real honest to God sex slaves, who liked to be spanked and even whipped. “These chains and stuff aren’t just for show,” he crowed. “These gals really have to be tied down of they’ll run away to find another man.
We stood on the stage for a few minutes, then we were led away. Someone helped me down, and he wasn’t MAC or his companion. I could tell that he was a stranger, and he took quite a few liberties with my body. .
I listened as several women were put up for auction one at a time. They must have been local girls because he referred to the by name, as did some of the men bidding for them. I get the feeling that this was a local wife swapping club. I was tired from riding and swayed on my feet. MAC quietly led me to a bench and sat me down. The other women from the truck joined me. When the last of the local women had been sold the auctioneer announced that the big city ladies were next. This brought on applause. I felt the bench shift as one of us was taken away. The auctioneer described her only as number one, and apparently he undressed her for the audience because there were whistles and cheers.
“Not bad for a middle age lady,” I head someone say.
The bidding was brisk and soon the woman was sold. Then the next, and the next, then I was taken back onto the stage.
“Now any of you guys got any kinky tendencies, this is the one to buy,” the auctioneer said. “I’ve been told that this sweet looking little girl loves feeling the whip. Is that right, Honey?” he asked me.
I nodded.
“Talk’s cheap,” someone said. “Let’s see for sure.”
The room went quiet, then without warning red hot pain scored across my breasts. I gasped in surprise, but managed not to scream. I wriggled happily.
“Want another one?”
I nodded eagerly. I got another streak of fire right across my nipples. Suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore. I was excited and I wanted to be whipped in front of all those men. I rubbed my knees together sensuously and rocked my shoulders begging for more.
“That’s enough freebies,” I heard MAC say. “Anymore and you have to pay.”
Well, I’m proud to say that I sold for a lot of money, and whoever the man was who bought me knew how to use the whip, because he stripped me naked and strung me up by my wrists and whipped me until I fainted. I came to spread open with somebody on top of me and a very large cock inside me.
When he finished he rolled off and sighed contentedly. After a while he removed my blindfold. I cried in pain as the light hit my eyes.
“Sorry,” he said, and placed his cowboy hat over my face until my eyes adjusted. We were in a stall of a barn. He looked into my face and grinned.
“Damn, it is you, ain’t it?”
“I beg your pardon?” I didn’t recognize him, and a stab of fear ran through my tummy when I wondered if we were in my home town and he recognized me. God, that would ruin my Mom.
“I’ve got some of your movies and magazines,” the man said. He used my movie name.
“Yes, that’s me,” I smiled in relief.
“You’re a big time actress. What are you doing running around the country getting sold to ranchers?” he asked.
“Well, the man driving the truck is my boyfriend,” I answered, “And he’s doing this as a favor for me, because this is one of my personal fantasies.”
“Cool,” the rancher said. “Got any fantasies about living your life as a slave girl on a ranch? I can set that one up for you.”
“That’s very sweet,” I said. “But I grew up on a ranch and prefer living in town.”
“I’ll keep you naked in chains, and I’ll whip you day and night,” he persisted. He was very handsome and had that direct, honest demeanor that strong men have. For a few minutes I was actually tempted, then I remembered my daughter and shook my head.
“I’d love to, but I can’t. But why don’t you whip me again and force me to suck your cock,” I suggested.
I didn’t have to ask twice. He strung me up again and got out a very old and worn horsewhip. I tried to look over my shoulder at the other slaves but a shaft of sunlight came through a high window and dust dancing in the light kept me from seeing what else was going on. I could only get glimpses of naked female bodies and men walking around. I couldn’t make out anyone’s face.
The rancher whipped me, lightly at first but I begged him to hit harder and he got into it. I was squeaking and yelping as the whip curled around my body, and had a delightful orgasm before he finished. I was still breathing hard when he tied me on my knees and put his penis in my mouth.
When the big rancher finished with me MAC came to check on me and when he saw that my blindfold was missing he glanced anxiously across the room. He quickly replaced my blindfold then walked me back to the truck.
We spent that night like the first, in a motel and we were kept blindfolded the entire time. And we women spent the night tied to each other. This time I was tied to another woman. She just felt different than the first one. And she was more eager with her tongue. I’d lost count of the orgasms I had during the day, but I had three delightful ones while tied to that very talented lady.
The third day was like the others, with stops, and auctions and lots of blindfolded sex with strangers. Again we were off loaded at another barn and took part in an auction. That time we were the only slaves; there were no local gals involved. After I was used, abused, and thrilled by whoever it was who bought me we were herded together and bent over a rail. It must have been short because we were squeezed together and tied with our bottoms in the air. Once we were tightly secured the men seemed to lunge at us (and into us) and a whole lot of grunting, thrusting and squealing took place.
I lost count of the cocks that invaded my body but after each sweaty, grunting man removed himself another took his place. I didn’t get to enjoy very much punishment. Those guys were more interested in fucking than whipping, although I did a few hard smacks on my bottom by some large and meaty hands. I wiggled invitingly and one fellow got the message. He gave me a terrific spanking which had me squirming and yelping before he slid into me. That set off spankings for the other slaves but it didn’t last long. The farmers went back to simple no nonsense sex.
In the middle of that mass screwing the rail broke and we all tumbled to the ground. We shrieked through our gags, some of the men cursed and others laughed. The man who was inside me fell with me and landed on my back with his penis still inside me. I was flattened on a hard packed dirt floor and I was partly on top of another woman but that didn’t stop the guy who was screwing me. I honestly don’t think that he missed a beat. His buddies shouted encouragement and left all of us in place until he spurted in triumph, then they unpiled us as set us on our feet. Someone brushed dirt and straw off my skin, then made sure that my breasts and pussy were ok (and he did a very thorough examination). Then they reset the rail, retied us and went back to fucking us.
I was worn out by nightfall and they took us to another motel. This time I was tied to the third anonymous slave. As tired as I was, when I realized that MAC and the other man were in the room and watching, I perked up and began exploring the woman’s pussy with my tongue. She did likewise to me.
On the fourth day we began dropping off the other women. We made a couple of stops and entertained more men, but after the second stop I noticed that one of the women was missing. We were still couldn’t communicate due to the gags but somehow I just knew that one was gone. Later we stopped at a truck stop. I could tell from the sounds of big trucks coming and going and I heard one of the other slaves being taken away.
We drove for about an hour then I felt the truck slow and turn off the road. Suddenly there was a very familiar sound, and it made my stomach freeze. We had gone over the rails of a cattle gate, and instantly went over another one. I’d heard that sound all my life. There are a lot of cattle gates in Colorado, but the only place that I knew that had two so close together was the back road onto our farm!
Grandpa had installed a second gate after the county notified him that they planned to widen the road and he would have to move the fence further back onto our property. After he put in the second livestock gate the county commissioners ran out of money for road improvements that year. The fence stayed where it was and Grandpa just left both cattle gates in place.
The truck came to a stop and the door was opened. I heard MAC and the other man enter and remove the shackles from the other woman. I tried to talk around my gag but they ignored me. MAC commanded the other woman to get down and they all got out of the truck. The door was left open and I heard MAC say: “Here she is, safe and sound.”
I heard another man’s voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then I heard the old picnic table under the shade tree squeaking.
I knew that table well, because as a teenager I had tied myself naked to it many times.
The squeaking was rhythmic and prolonged, and from the moans, and pants and gasps it sounded like a woman was being fucked by someone. On my MOTHER’S TABLE! I listened for a long time until it stopped. After a pause it started again, as if another man had taken over.
I screamed into my gag. I demanded to know if that was Mom on the table. All I got for my efforts was to hear the door close. I could still hear the creaking, it was muted but audible through the door. After a long time the squeaking stopped.
“Ok, she’s all yours,” MAC said. “See you around.” I heard the screen door slam. Then the truck started and we drove away.
I fumed all the way to Denver. I was so angry that I rattled my chains against the side of the truck. MAC answered by knocking on the wall of the cab. That only made me angrier, and when he finally ungagged me at the original truck stop I demanded to know who else had been in the truck. He just grinned at me.
“Sorry, I promised the other ladies that their privacy would be respected,” he said airily. “No names may be divulged.”
“Was that my mother?” I shouted. A passing driver looked in at us and did a double take when he saw that I was naked. MAC waved him away.
MAC just smiled blandly and handed me my clothes. I grabbed them and jumped out of the truck, then I realized that I was stark naked in the center of a huge parking lot and there were people every where. I scrambled back inside. Mac was calmly unhooking all the chains and such and packing them into boxes. I wanted to scream at him but I knew that I would be wasting my breath. I slipped into what was left of my slutty clothes and glared at him.
“You ought to go on home and calm down,” he said mildly. “You’ve had a busy weekend and you must be tired. A hot bath and a cup of tea will do wonders to relax you.”
I folded my arms and refused to budge.
“Come on Mary,” he said. “I have to get this truck back.”
I stuck my chin up.
He sighed, bent over and scooped me onto his shoulder. He hopped out of the truck and carried me to my car, to the delight of several truck drivers in the area. I was furious, but embarrassed because my panties had disappeared long ago and it didn’t help that MAC was smacking my bottom as he walked. After what I’d been doing for four days I know that it doesn’t make sense, but I was worried about my modesty.
MAC set me on my feet, opened my car door and held it for me. The buttons were gone from my blouse and I absently tried to hold it closed while I demanded that he tell me. MAC gestured around us and I realized that I was playing to an audience. About two dozen people were watching us and grinning. I jumped into my car and drove away. I looked back to see MAC waving bye-bye. Some of the bystanders waved too.
I was in a great deal of confusion as I drove home. I was angry and worried, but still turned on. Had that really been Mom in the truck? Was she one of he women I had been tied to? Had my tongue been in her pussy? Would MAC actually be a party to such a terrible thing?
I was pretty sure that I’d never told him about my fantasies about Mom, but he is very perceptive may have guessed them. And as kinky as he is, he is still a gentleman so I didn’t think he would do something like that to us. But what about her, had she been a willing party?
How kinky had Mom become? I knew that she was serious about bondage, but sex with strangers, and sex with women? Had she reached that point?
I know that MAC would never do anything to harm me or Mom, but he is very good at making fantasies come true and what if the road trip was her fantasy as well as mine? What if MAC had set it up with her boss and they tricked her into thinking that the kinky road trip was for her. Maybe she didn’t know that I was there.
And had MAC been one of the men who screwed her on the picnic table?
By the time I got home I was almost out of my mind. I parked my car and walked into the house not caring if the whole damn neighborhood saw me. I tore off my clothes and dropped them on the floor as I went to the phone. I called my mother. I took a deep breath.
“Hi Mom, what have you been up to lately?” I asked casually.
“Oh, I went for a long drive,” she answered. “Have you been trying to reach me?”
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