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| Trucker69: You like that don't you my little pet? You like being tied and helpless. Sexywaitress: Oh yes... Trucker69: I run my hands along your naked body, pausing to pinch your nipples between my fingers. Pulling them away from your tits and rolling them. Sexywaitress: Trucker69: My cock grows hard as you moan from having your nipples pinched. I run my hand down your stomach and dip between your thighs. My finger slips between your slit and I feel the wetness of your arousal. Sexywaitress: Mmm... feels so good when you pinch my nipples... I'm so wet... Trucker69: I pinch your swollen clit between my fingers and another spurt of juices leak from your slutty cunt. Sexywaitress: Oh yes! Oh god that feels so good... hurts so good. Trucker69: Are you ready fuckslut? Are you ready for my cock? Sexywaitress: Fuck me! Fuck my slutty wet cunt with your hard cock! As the words flowed across the screen, Cheryl rubbed her clit furiously. She needed release... needed to feel the orgasm exploding inside her. 'Almost there...' As the cyber cock slammed into her one last time, she pinched her clit between her fingers. "Oh yes, yes!" Spasms wracked her body as the waves of her release crashed through her. Sexywaitress: Thanks for the great cyber fuck, darling. Gotta go now, it's time for work. Cheryl sat in the back of the diner, the smell of stale grease and strong coffee permeating the air. Sipping the black java, she hoped it would keep her awake for the rest of the shift. She worked the graveyard shift and activity in the diner lived up to the name. Checking the clock on the wall, she realized her break was over, so she stood, leaving the coffee cup on the scarred table. "Your admirer is here again," Patty, the other waitress, said as she entered the break room. "Of course he is. It's Thursday night isn't it?" He came in every Monday and Thursday night... had for several months now. He always sat in Cheryl's section, usually in the same booth. The man was a mystery. All Cheryl knew was he was a trucker. She didn't even know his name. Wearily, she walked out of the break room and entered the main area of the diner, crossing over to the coffee pots and pouring a steaming cup. She placed it in front of the man and asked, "The usual?" He simply nodded, and she walked behind the counter to place the order. As she did every night he came in, Cheryl studied the man, as if she could learn about him if she looked hard enough. In all the months he had come into the diner, the only words he ever spoke were to place his order. Cheryl often caught him staring at her. He never looked away or acted as if he were embarrassed at being caught. As her thoughts drifted, the sounds of grease splattering on the grill and the smell of eggs and spicy sausage barely registered. At first, Cheryl thought the man was interested in her. She flirted with him, hoping for a reaction, but she never got one. Finally, she gave up, but the stares didn't stop. Patty thought he was just shy, but Cheryl felt differently. With each visit, his silence weighed upon her. Now Cheryl served him as quickly as possible, trying to minimize the amount of contact. Months of his unwavering glances made her uneasy. It was nothing she could explain, but an undercurrent of darkness seemed to emanate from the man. To her, he smelled like trouble with a capital T and she wanted none of it. "Order up!" She placed two small packages of jelly on the plate and grabbed a ketchup bottle before carrying it to the booth. She set it in front of the man, not bothering to ask if he needed anything else. She stopped asking that after his fifth or so visit. Noticing his coffee cup was nearing empty, Cheryl grabbed the pot and refilled it, hoping it would last until he finished eating. The receipt had already been printed, so Cheryl laid it on the table and walked away, relieved that she would likely not have to go back to the booth again this night. A chill crept up her spine and she looked up. His icy eyes bore a hole into her, seeming to peer into her very soul. She held his glance for a moment, almost as if she were entranced and unable to look away before shaking her head and resuming filling the sugar containers. "He fancies you." Cheryl jumped at Patty's unexpected presence behind her. "He's creepy. He never says anything... just stares. It's unnerving." "Well I say he's just shy. Besides, he's a hunk." "You think any man with hair on his chest is a hunk." Inwardly, Cheryl had to agree with Patty. The man was a looker. Wavy blonde hair crowned his head. He had the rugged look of a cowboy, the kind of look that made women swoon. His handsome face featured a strong jaw covered in sexy stubble. His body was fit and trim underneath the button up shirt and faded blue jeans. Even his creepiness didn't keep Cheryl from getting moist at the thought of what lay beneath his clothing. A once spied bulge in the crotch of his jeans spoke of a nice surprise lying in wait for some lucky lady. 'Not me,' Cheryl thought, shaking her mind free of thoughts of the mysterious trucker. Despite her attraction to his body, his personality was more than enough to turn her off. She might be desperate for the touch of a man, but she wasn't that desperate... yet. Lost in thought, she jumped when her boss's voice sounded next to her. "You can go home Cheryl. We aren't busy enough to need you for the rest of the shift. Enjoy your night off tomorrow. We'll see you Wednesday." Normally, Cheryl didn't like being sent home early. She didn't work two jobs because she wanted to. It took them both to pay the rent on her apartment and the rest of the bills left by her dead beat husband when he ran off with another woman. However, the soreness in her tired legs and feet kept her from protesting about the lost hours and wages. Tips from the upcoming weekend should more than cover it if she hustled. She ignored the mystery man as she rushed past his table and out into the darkness. The cool night air swirled under her uniform skirt, sending shivers racing down her spine. She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself tightly, trying to block out the wind as she walked to her car. A sudden sense of unease crawled across her skin, and Cheryl's eyes swept the parking lot. Seeing nothing amiss but unable to shake the foreboding, she hurried to her car. The car sputtered and coughed when she turned the key in the ignition. "Come on you pile of shit, START!" she hollered as she rammed the gas pedal to the floor and twisted the key once again. With a protesting grinding, the car roared to life, and Cheryl pulled out of the parking lot, tires spraying gravel as they transitioned from the rocky parking lot to the smooth asphalt of the highway. In an attempt to stay awake, she rolled the driver's side window down, hoping the cool night air would keep her alert. Her car barreled through inky darkness as her mind drifted into the past. The marriage was doomed from the beginning though love blinded Cheryl to the fact until it was too late. Her ex's love of women didn't stop after the vows were recited. Two years later, she caught him in bed with the latest bimbo and then he was gone, like a memory best forgotten. His knack for spending money they didn't have left Cheryl in a deep hole since her name was on everything he bought. She took the second job at the diner to make ends meet. That was five years ago... five long years. At first, being alone didn't bother her, but soon she began to miss the touch of a lover's skin against hers, the soft caresses, the panting breaths as passion took control. Working two jobs interfered with dating and the lack of passion haunted her dreams as well as her waking thoughts. A loud knocking noise startled Cheryl out of her reverie, and she groaned as the car shuddered. "Oh shit, not now!" she cried in frustration as the car sputtered and spit. Pulling hard on the steering wheel, she just made it off the road and onto the shoulder before the car wheezed its last breath and died. Her fingers clenched the steering wheel and she banged her head against it, sending a loud beep as her forehead pressed against the horn. She didn't bother trying her cell phone. In the barren wasteland between the diner and her apartment building, there were no towers and therefore, no service. She sat hunched in the front seat, indecision flooding her. If she waited in the car, someone would likely come by and give her ride, but it could be daybreak before that happened... and that was still a few hours away. With a sigh of resignation, she climbed out of the car. Her only viable option was to walk back to the diner. She should be able to make it back in less than an hour. As she reached in the car to grab her purse, she heard the rumbling of a diesel engine growing nearer. A stab of irrational fear tempted her to hide on the other side of the car until the truck passed, but she convinced herself to stand her ground, that the ridiculous unease was born of the darkness surrounding her. As the lights topped the hill, washing her body in brightness, she stood rigid by the car door, her hand tightly grasping the handle as if it were keeping her body upright. The truck came to a halt, hissing as the air brakes brought the huge rig to a shuddering standstill. The passenger door swung open, and Cheryl hesitantly walked around it. 'Oh great, just my luck,' she thought when she saw the driver. As usual, the mystery man from the diner didn't speak; he simply motioned her into the truck. Indecision kept her feet rooted to the smooth pavement. She started and almost yelped when his voice floated across the cab of the truck. "Are you getting in or not? I don't have all night." Cheryl climbed up into the truck before she could change her mind. "Thanks. I don't know what's wrong with it. It didn't want to start when I left work, and it just sputtered and died on me. I don't guess there's anywhere around here for you to turn around, so you can just drop me off in town if you don't mind." True to form, he didn't say a word. He simply nodded and put the truck into gear. The miles sped by in silence, Cheryl aware of his eyes on her from time to time. The lack of conversation made her uneasy, and her anxiousness grew as the time droned on. When they passed the town limits sign, Cheryl sighed with relief, knowing she would soon be home and safe. They passed the all night service station and confusion crowded into Cheryl's mind. "You could have dropped me off there. I live close by. Really, you can drop me anywhere now." The trucker didn't say a word; he continued to drive, the rig's speed remaining unchanged. When they passed her apartment building, fear began to creep in. "You just passed my place. Where are you going? Why aren't you stopping?" More of the town passed in a blur through the smoky window and Cheryl's fear rose to a state of panic. "Please, stop...I live in this town. You need to let me out now." Through the glittering streetlights shining into the cab, Cheryl saw an angry glance shadow the man's face. His powerful arms jerked the steering wheel to the right, and the huge truck lunged sideways onto the cracked concrete parking lot of an abandoned motel. The truck rumbled and lurched around the lot until they were hidden behind the dilapidated building. As the truck shuddered to a stop, Cheryl fumbled with her seat belt with one hand as the other scrabbled at the door latch. She pushed against the door with all her might, but it wouldn't give an inch. In her fear clouded mind, Cheryl didn't realize the door was locked. The man suddenly appeared in front of her, his weight settling on her thrashing body as he straddled her, his powerful thighs trapping her hands and holding her body to the seat. Her cries to be let go died as his icy gaze speared her. The stony set of his ruggedly handsome face said he would tolerate no more shit from her. His breath, strong with the smell of onions and pickles, was hot on her cheeks as something was pressed against her face, and she gagged as the sickening smell of ether flooded her nose. The cloth was tied tightly, keeping it snugly against her mouth and nose so with every intake of breath, she sucked in fumes. His eyes never left hers, and as tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, his face softened even though his grip on her body remained firm. Her lids grew heavy as more fumes were breathed into her body and fogged her mind. She tossed her head from side to side trying to clear it, but the steady influx of fumes only made her groggier. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to stay awake, but the struggle was futile as the fumes overpowered her. As she slipped into unconsciousness the weight on her body lifted as the trucker climbed off. The last thing she heard was the loud roar of the engine as the truck rumbled to life, the rolling wheels carrying her to some unknown destination. Cheryl awoke with something still pressed against her face and a throbbing headache. She instinctively attempted to raise her hand to rub her forehead, but her arm wouldn't move. She was immobilized and fear sent her heart racing anew. Lying prone, her arms were strapped down beside her torso and her legs were spread wide apart and her ankles were strapped keeping her legs restrained. Straps also dug into the skin across her hips. She shook her head, trying to get away from whatever was pressing against her face. "Relax," said a voice which seemed muffled and distant. "It's an oxygen mask. It'll clear your head and get rid of the headache." She gulped in the clean air, grateful for the receding pain in her head. Gradually her mind cleared and the mask was removed from her face. Footsteps echoed in the darkness and a door shut in the distance, leaving Cheryl alone. Her head swept from side to side as she tried to get her bearings, but she could not make out anything in the murky darkness. A musty damp smell wafted to her nose, and she noticed the sound of water dripping nearby. "Help! Someone help me!" Her voice echoed in the darkness, sending a shiver up her spine. Knowing she risked incurring the wrath of the man who held her, she continued to call for help, hoping that by some coincidence, she would be heard and saved. She screamed until her voice became hoarse and nothing came out but a throaty whisper. Tears wet her cheeks and left a salty trail down her chin and neck as they followed gravity. Sobs wracked her body as she realized no one was coming to her rescue. Time folded in upon itself as Cheryl lay in the dark room, her mind haunted with images of battered and abused bodies and terror filled screams. A loud rusty creak punctured her horror stricken brain, and her body shook violently as the bitter taste of fear flooded her mouth. A click and bright light streamed across the room, blinding her eyes. His deep voice boomed right beside her, causing a quick intake of breath. "You like that, don't you my little pet? You like being tied and helpless." Her head thrashed from side to side as she spit out, "NO!" in a hoarse whisper, all she can manage after the long bout of screaming for help. "No? Are you sure about that? I seem to recall you love being helpless and at my mercy." "I...I don't know what you are talking about." "I think you do... my sexy waitress." 'Oh my god... it can't be. How did he find me?' The thought echoed in her mind but she did not speak it aloud. His hand reached out to caress her cheek, but she twisted her head sideways, her flaxen hair whipping across her face as she tried to evade his touch. "You must have me mistaken for someone else," she whispered. "No, I'm sure I have the right person." His strong fingers grasped her chin and pulled her head towards him until she was looking straight into his rugged face. "Online play is fun, but there's no substitute for the feel of flesh upon flesh." She jerked against her restraints as something tickled the skin on her belly. Raising her head, she saw a feather being trailed up her body, the softness brushing against her alabaster skin. Her chest heaved as it circled the round globes of her breasts and glided lightly across her nipples. The rosy peaks hardened slightly at the teasing touch. As she fought for control of her breathing... of her fear, he dropped the feather and his hands caressed her body. The rough calluses on his palms scratched slightly, causing her skin to tingle as he stroked from her belly to the underside of her heavy breasts. The breath caught in her throat when his thumbs grazed across her partially erect nipples. Wrapping around her mounds, his fingers squeezed as both thumbs stroked the rosy peaks. As they reacted to the stimulation, the nubs hardened further until both were hard pebbles. Amazement filled Cheryl's mind. How could her body be reacting in such a way? Fear should have overpowered any pleasure she felt from his stroking hands, but it didn't. Instead, her nipples tingled blissfully from the caresses, and she could feel the beginnings of arousal moistening her pussy. "Please let me go," she whispered. "I won't tell anyone... please." "Let you go and miss all the fun we'll have together? I don't think so." An involuntary moan slipped between her full lips when his fingers pinched her nipples, twisting them slightly. Warmth spread down her body as pleasure engulfed her senses. Her pearly teeth bit into her lower lip, pressing tightly against the ruby colored skin as she fought to deny the feelings racing through her. 'Think of something else... anything but his touch... you CAN'T enjoy this... must not...' Trying to focus on the dripping sound echoing in the room, Cheryl clamped her eyes shut, willing her thoughts to the constant drip...drip...drip. Another pinch pressed her rosy peaks flat and a mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her. The throbbing in her nipples competed with the dripping of the water for control of her thoughts. 'Oh god, this isn't working,' she thought as her sensitive nubs were twisted in his strong grasp. As the pleasurable torture continued on one nipple, his other hand slid down her smooth stomach, caressing her creamy skin as it moved towards her sex. His fingers brushed across the wiry ebony curls covering her mound. "We'll have to get rid of this. It spoils the illusion." Cheryl closed her hands into fists, the nails digging into her palms as his hand slid between her alabaster thighs. 'Must fight it... shouldn't feel like this... so wrong,' ran through her head as he rubbed her slit, sending tingles through her puffy lips. A gasp tore through her when his finger slipped between them and found her hot entrance. "No, please don't," she pleaded as the finger pushed inside her pussy. "Your mouth is saying no, but your body is saying yes." He pulled his finger out of her and held it up for her to see. Her juices glistened on his finger. "See how wet you are? You can deny it all you wish... but you want this. Your cunt is dripping." His hand returned to her sex, and he slipped his fingers between her pussy lips. As he stroked her inner lips, his thumb circled her clit. It throbbed beneath his thumb as it stroked round and round. "Stop, please. I don't want this." "If you don't want it, then why are you flexing your hips? If you weren't strapped to the table, you'd be actively rocking against my fingers." "No!" He released the straps holding her hips down. While he unbuckled the strap with one hand, the other stayed between her legs and continued stroking her pussy. Her hands clenched and unclenched as his fingers skillfully played her pussy like an instrument. She tried to press her legs together, but the straps holding her ankles kept them spread wide. |