Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  There have been a steady stream of men coming in and out of the room, and me. Each time I start to object to Charles, though, he seems like he's listening and then tells me that maybe I'm just hungry or thirsty and he gives me something and then I feel all woozy again and end up sleeping. Maybe the lack of regular meals were starting to affect my body sugar or something. At any rate, after what I think was maybe a week or so, I stopped most of my arguments.

  Charles would tell me about all the money he was saving up for me. It would all be waiting for me when we were done. I just wasn't clear on when that would be. Each time I thought too hard about it and wanted to discuss it with him, I would feel light headed again and fall asleep. I finally decided that I would just take things as they came and not worry too much about it, just as Charles keeps suggesting. Ever since I decided that I've felt a lot clearer.

  I still don't really like the things I'm doing now, though. Most of them leave me feeling degraded and humiliated. But I can't deny that it pays well, at least from what Charles tells me. And I've come so far and done so much, what does a little more even matter anyway?

  Some of the shit happening has been bizarre though. I don't know where Charles finds these guys.

  This one guy came in wearing a full police uniform. I have no idea if he was a real cop or not. When I saw him, though, I wasn't sure what to think. My heart started pounding but I wasn't sure if I thought he was there to save me or to fuck me - and I didn't know which I wanted more.

  Anyway, he walked right up to the cage and stared at me with beady blue eyes. After opening the lock, he demanded that I come out immediately and submit to inspection. Once I presented myself to him, he had me stand against the cage facing away and bend over. He then stuck his fingers inside my pussy and then up my ass. I have no idea what he was looking for, but I don't think he found it.

  "You been drinking?" he asked.

  "Um, you mean alcohol?" I asked back.

  "Don't sass me girl, of course I mean alcohol. Let me check your breath." He pulled me forward roughly into a deep kiss and then pulled away just as abruptly. "I don't smell anything, but that's not definitive."

  He pushed me back up against the cage again and then unzipped his fly. A long thin penis flopped out. "We better go to the breathalyser." Was this guy for real?

  Apparently so. He forced me to sink to my knees and give him a blow job. He kept it up until he unloaded in my throat and then he zipped it all back up and locked me back in my makeshift jail. "Don't make me have to come back here again," he said. "Next time I won't be so lenient."

  I had no idea what the fuck that was all about, but I actually just sat and giggled when he left. If only the other notable encounters had been just as amusing rather than disturbing and painful.

  A couple of days later a couple of guys came in together. When they freed me from the cage, they wasted no time in binding me again, but this time by tying my hands to the bars. I wouldn't have minded, but the first time they did it they bound me up really high so I had to stand on my tip toes in order to not have my arms pulled out of my sockets. It was very painful, and they made it worse by slapping my tits and pinching hard on my nipples while they walked back and forth yelling insults at me.

  They were calling me a slut and a whore and that I was nothing but a filthy slave. By the end of it, tears were falling from my face. Eventually they undid my arms from that uncomfortable position but then immediately retied them so that I was now bent over at a 90 degree angle with my ass in the air.

  I knew what was coming next before I felt the first slap on my ass, and blows continued to rain down on me for a few minutes. By the end, I'm sure my ass was bright red. With each slap, though, they demanded that I thank them and ask for another. All the while I was to call them both master.

  Eventually they tired of that game as well, and finally one of them pulled out his already hard dick and shoved it in my mouth. Clearly all everything they had been doing until now had been a great turn on for them, but I was relieved that the cock in my mouth was likely a signal that it was almost over.

  "I'm gonna fuck your face, slut," he said, and proceeded to do just that. His hips were slamming back and forth into my nose and his cock pushed mercilessly into the back of my throat. Luckily for me I had long ago lost my gag reflex or I would have puked all over this guy for sure, and who knows what they would have done then. As he continued to fuck my face furiously, I felt a finger pushing into my tight butthole.

  "And I'm gonna fuck the hell out of this sweet white ass," his friend said. He pushed his finger in and out and then added another, stretching me out and getting me ready for his cock. A third finger made its way into my backdoor, but it barely registered as I was still concentrating on the dick that was currently fucking my face. I could feel it push past my epiglottis and deep into my throat each time his pubes pushed hard into my nose. I could barely breath, so I had to concentrate hard on not passing out. Suddenly, I felt one of his hands tugging on my collar, choking me even as he continued his assault on my mouth. I could barely breathe even without that aspect of this experience, and with it I was starting to see spots.

  I barely even noticed as the fingers in my ass were replaced with a cock, and by the smoothness of how it slid in I was at least thankful that he had used some sort of lube. As the dick pushed forward, the one in my mouth did as well and I felt like I was a pig on a spit, impaled completely at both ends and almost ready to black out from lack of oxygen. The two of them quickly found a new rhythm, though, and began to saw into me alternately from both ends. When the guy in my mouth pulled backwards he would release his pull on the collar slightly and I was able to get short fast breaths in before he pushed back into me and tightened his grip. It made me wonder if he was yanking on my collar to constrict my throat around his cock even further.

  Thankfully, the cock in my mouth was the first to blow, given that he had had a bit of a head start. When the first shot spewed from his head he was buried in my throat and I felt the hot liquid start to drain down into my stomach without even tasting it. As soon as he started to come he released my collar. He continued to thrust, however, and as he pulled back another glob of cum filled my mouth with its salty flavor. I didn't care, though, because I was finally able to swallow it down and take a huge breath of fresh and glorious air.

  Now that the guy in my mouth was done and I could breathe again, though, I could pay more attention to what was happening behind me. The guy in my rear was pounding away hard and leaning over me, both of his long thin hands holding onto my breasts and squeezing hard. It had gotten so that anal sex was somewhat pleasurable to me now after having done it so often, but nothing about these two was enjoyable and I just couldn't wait for it to end.

  Eventually I felt his cock stiffen even more and he pulled on my breasts hard. With a loud and long groan, he emptied his balls into my colon in an extended shuddering orgasm.

  When both of the men had finished, they fixed their clothes and then looked at me. "You think we should untie her?" one of them asked the other.

  "Nah, let Charles deal with that." They both laughed and left, leaving me fastened securely to the cage.

  I was there for a while, unable to move my arms much. I did manage to sit down on my knees instead of standing bent over, which was a bit of a relief. For the first little while I just sat as thick globs of cum dripped out of my ass and onto the carpet below. Eventually there was nothing left and I just lay my head on my arms.

  I might have dozed for a bit but woke when I heard the door to the room slam shut and footsteps walking behind me.

  "Charles, is that you?" I asked. I tried to turn my head but the person stayed behind me and I couldn't see them. Whoever it was stayed quiet, just watching me. Suddenly I felt hands on my waist pulling me up and back into the bent over position I had been in originally. I had barely recovered from those other two and now Charles had sent someone else up here to fuck me?

  Hands started to gingerly rub
my ass where the other men had been smacking me. It felt nice and I enjoyed it as he started to squeeze and rub my cheeks. He ran his hands around my ass in a circle that reminded me of something, but I couldn't place what it was.

  "Who is that?" I asked again, wondering if it was one of my regulars or something.

  Immediately a hand slapped down hard on my ass causing me to yelp in sudden pain and surprise. "What the-" Another slap, harder than the first and even harder than the previous guys had been delivering.

  Suddenly I realized the pattern. If I made a noise, I was slapped. This was the same guy that Frank had left me with two weeks ago, right after I had said I was leaving and before he had stolen all my money. That time I had been bound on the floor of this very room. He was back for more?

  I stayed quiet now that I realized who it was. I remembered from the last time that the more noise I made, the more this guy would slap me. As I suspected, once I had calmed down I heard him unzip and then his hard cock pressed into my pussy. It was wet, although I think it was more from cum dribbling out of my ass from the prior guy than from any internal lubrication of my own.

  Like last time, he began to trust hard into my pussy until I did start to moisten, and then he pulled out and slammed right into my already stretched asshole, plunging in completely on his first shove. I let out a little involuntary groan and was immediately delivered another rough spanking.

  After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and put his cock back into my pussy, and just like last time I wondered whether this was even safe for me, but I had no time to dwell on it. His fucking was relentless, and I had to keep my head steady on my hands so that I wouldn't bang it into the bars each time my body shook with his thrusts.

  This went on for a few more minutes until finally he started to swell up. He was deep inside my pussy, and he pulled my thighs tightly back towards him as he drove deep inside, unleashing a spray of cum against my womb. This time he didn't pull out and stick it back in my ass, he just continued to cum in my pussy until he was spent. He finally pulled out and zipped up his fly and then walked forward and undid my hands.

  I finally looked up at him and gasped in surprise. It was Charles!

  "You?" I exclaimed. "You've done that before. When Frank had me tied to the floor here." And in his office when we had first been alone, but I hadn't even put it together then. Maybe because I hadn't been bound.

  He nodded. "That was the experience that made me realize I wanted to buy this place." He opened the cage door and motioned for me to go back inside. I didn't even argue, I just crawled back through in a daze. He locked it behind me.

  "So this was the plan all along. Frank told me that day that someone was looking for a helplessly bound girl to fuck, and then you showed up. This is your thing." I said.

  "Right. Not just mine, I told you I belong to a group that are into this sort of play. You've been meeting some of my friends for weeks. So yes, this was the plan. As soon as I saw you were willing to be bound and fucked, and I saw how much Frank was pulling in, I had to buy this place."

  "I wasn't exactly a willing participant that first time," I pointed out.

  "Even better," he said ominously. He then turned and left.

  I sat back on my sore ass and stared ahead at the bars of the cage. Now that I knew this had been his plan all along, the pieces started to make more sense. And ever since I've been wondering if I'm ever getting out of here.

  Week 31-34

  After Charles had revealed that he was the man who had first fucked me as I lay bound on the floor of the shower room and that it was that experience that had caused him to buy this truck stop in the first place, everything made a lot more sense to me. I was in a cage, now, because he was into bondage and he enjoyed the fact that I was helpless. He had friends that were into the same thing, and many of those guys would visit me and act out their twisted little fantasies. Regular truckers would still also fuck me, but it seemed like those experiences were few and far between now. When they did happen, it was always up here in the shower room. I haven't been back to a truck in ages. Hell, I haven't even left this shower room in ages. Most of my time is spent lying on the thin carpeted floor of this cage.

  I got the feeling that I wasn't really allowed to leave this room at all any more, although it was never explicitly said. However, whenever I started to ask Charles about it, I would all of a sudden find myself dizzy and sleepy after the next meal. Sometimes I would lose a day or two, I would have very little recollection of what had happened, but when it was done I'd forget that I ever wanted to leave. Until next time, anyway, and then it would start all over again.

  That's the main reason I haven't been writing much at all this month. My head just hasn't been clear long enough for me to be able to put my thoughts down. My recollections of this past month are disjointed. Plenty has happened, but I can't remember it all clearly, or even what order it had all happened in.

  It took me a while, but I've stopped asking Charles about getting out of here. It's not that I've stopped thinking about it, it's just that I learned that it's not a topic that he cared to address. Maybe I haven't been forceful enough. Maybe I need to just demand it instead of trying to ask him casually when it was going to happen, or whether or not we could start going back to our old routine for a bit. But if I do that, I think he may get angry and kick me out. I don't think I'm ready to leave just yet.

  So instead, I'll just keep my mouth shut a little while longer until I figure out what to do. Or until I think I have enough money saved up to go out on my own again. I'm just not ready to be alone, though. As terrible as a lot of these guys are, I remember how lonely it was when I was traveling on my own for that one year before I settled here. I'm not sure I'm ready yet to go back to that.

  So although I’m cut off from basically everything and have spent a lot of my time in this cage in a mental daze, I’ve been able to keep a rough track of the time by asking some of the guys that have been coming through here. I haven’t felt up to writing in about a month, but now that my head is clear I’ll try to fill in some of the main details of this time as best I can recall, but really, there were only two or three notable encounters. Other than the regular sessions with Charles, anyway.

  Ever since he fucked me in front of this cage a month ago, revealing that he was the mystery spanker from before he had bought this place, he’s returned about twice a week for the same treatment. Sometimes he’ll take me out of the cage and tie my wrists to the bars, fucking both my ass and pussy in quick succession between slaps that get harder the more I protest or cry out.

  After I had figured that pattern out, I made a conscious effort not to make a sound during his visits, but that seemed to anger him since it was the spanking that seemed to make him hard, and for whatever reason he only wanted to do it when I would cry or protest. So once I stopped making a sound and he figured out what I was doing, he would intentionally go out of his way to be rougher in order to elicit a response. Sometimes he would push hard enough to slam my head against the bars of the cage, other times he would fuck my ass without any lube or spit. Eventually, I relented and just started to protest and cry out artificially. Like some girls fake orgasms, I was reduced to faking fear and pain. Ironically, faking it is what would bring on the real pain of the spanks, but as with everything else, I’ve been getting use to that as well.

  That first week, I don’t actually remember a whole lot, except for one encounter since it pretty much brought me out of my stupor. I had been sleeping in the cage pretty deeply when a loud clanging woke me up suddenly.

  “What.. what’s going on?” I said, through half closed eyes. My head felt like it was full of lead, the drugs in my system from the day before still doing a number on me. I wasn't even sure what time it was. Usually the guys didn't start coming around until at least early afternoon, so it was likely I had slept through breakfast and lunch.

  “Get up, girl. Time to earn your keep.”

  The voice was unfamiliar.

/>   I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear both them and my head at the same time. I was dizzy and disoriented, forgetting for a moment that I was still in a cage. A sudden clanging against the bars again brought some of my senses back, though. I squinted up to identify the source of the noise, and saw a man standing there holding a big familiar key ring. He was slamming it against the metal door to wake me up.

  "I'm up, fuck," I said. I looked down at my naked body, Charles had never bothered returning any of my clothes but he did let me out each night for a shower. I hadn't shaved or trimmed in a while, though, and my blond pubic hair was beginning to grow into a bit of a furry little bush. Although I couldn't see it, the leash around my neck was chafing a bit. It was my only piece of clothing, for all the good it did towards my modesty. But Charles demanded I keep it on. Most of the guys ignored it.

  "Then come the fuck out," he replied, opening the door of the cage and stepping back.

  I went down onto my hands and knees and crawled out of the little cage door. As soon as my head came through the opening, though, the man bent down and snapped a leash onto my collar. I groaned inwardly. Another guy with a fetish for treating girls like dogs. Great.