Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  "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.

  Week 40

  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.

  Week 41

  Dave came earlier this week, and we went through the same routine as last time. He handed me his coat to cover up and we just burned through the time until we thought it was long enough. As he was getting ready to go, I asked him if he remembered to bring the rope I had asked for. He stuck a big hand into one of his pockets and brought some out.

  "Will this do?" he asked. The rope he brought was a bit less thick than one of my fingers and was made out of some sort of white yarn or fiber.

  "Perfect," I said. "Now I need you to time me up against the cage."

  "Wait, what?"

  "If you want to get in good with Charles, the best way to do that would be to treat me like he does. And that means binding me up. And probably spanking me, as well."

  "I don't know, Anna," the big man protested. "How about I just tell him I did that. He wouldn't know anyway."

  "We want to really sell this," I said, "and a lot of his buddies tie me up, fuck me, and then leave me for him to come up and free. I think he gets off on seeing me like that. If you do the same, seemingly on your own, he'll really think you guys are like minded. It will be a lot easier to earn his trust, believe me. I know him."

  Dave looked at me, his eyes full of doubt but he finally nodded. He is such a sweet guy, a gentle giant. I'm very lucky he and Dani hooked up.

  Under my direction, I had him tie me up in Charles' favorite position, with my ass up agai
nst the bars and the rope tight around my legs. Because of the tightness, it's hard for me to stand in that position so I have to lean forward, giving the guy behind me complete access to my ass and pussy, which is why so many of them like it.

  "Now I need you to spank me," I said.

  I couldn't see his face, now, but I'm sure he was in shock since he was quiet for a second before he almost yelled "No way!"

  "I'm serious, Dave. That's his thing, he gets off hard on the spanking."

  "This is crazy Anna. How will he even know? I get having you tied up and leaving you for him is something he can see, but I can just tell him I smacked your ass, he'll never know."

  "He will if my butt isn't red," I replied. I don't love to be spanked, but I'm so use to it now I don't even really care much anymore. My ass is numb to it by this point, except for when it gets really rough.

  Silence again, this time it was longer. I tried to turn my head to look at Dave but I couldn't see much beyond his feet. Finally, I heard him let out a loud sigh.

  "Okay, fine," he said. "Get ready."

  I gritted my teeth, waiting for his big hand to hit my bare ass but when it did I barely felt it. "What the fuck was that?" I asked.

  "I slapped you," Dave rumbled back.

  "Dave," I said, trying to be patient, "I appreciate you don't want to hurt me, I really do. You're very sweet. But right now, if we want to get me out of here, you're going to have to do this properly. You need to hit me hard. Multiple times. Until my ass is very red. Got it?"

  "Okay, fine!" Without warning, I felt the palm of his huge hand slap hard against my cheeks, causing my eyes to bulge. That was a good one.

  Another hard slap rained down on me, and then another. Each one was harder than the last. Dave was getting into it, almost a little bit too much, but I didn't want to stop him or make him feel guilty about it. I just let him continue to spank me until my eyes were watering.

  "Okay!" I exclaimed. Another slap hit me. "Enough!" I yelled. Dave finally stopped. "I think that's probably good," I said, my eyes stinging with tears. "Am I red?"

  "Yes, very much," he replied. "Did it hurt a lot?"

  "No," I lied. "It was good, that's what we needed. Just tell Charles that you needed to tie me up and discipline me because I was talking back to you, and that you left without freeing me. Knowing him, he'll be up soon to check it out for himself."

  "Okay." Dave didn't say anything else, he just turned and left. I think he was ashamed at what he had done, although he seemed to be really getting into it at the end there. I wonder if I had been able to see him properly, whether or not I would have seen a bulge in his pants.

  True to form, Charles was up within fifteen minutes of Dave leaving.

  "Well, well, look who got herself all tied up again. I heard you weren't behaving with one of our new regulars," he said from behind me. I felt his hand touch my ass as he spoke, rubbing along the redness that I imagined was still quite prominent.

  I didn't respond, I normally didn't when he tried to goad me. His hand continued to slide down my cheek and then rub along my slit, which wasn't very wet. He pushed a finger in and meet with some resistance, clearly more than he was expecting.

  "Pretty dry," he said. "he didn't fuck you?"

  Even though I should have anticipated this, I didn't even think about the fact that he would notice that Dave and I hadn't had sex. I had to think quickly to keep him from being suspicious.

  "He was more interested in my mouth," I said.

  "Ah. Then why tie you up like this?"

  "How the fuck should I know, Charles? This is your thing, you tell me. He wasn't happy with my blow job, I guess. He had a big dick, my teeth rubbed him a couple times. He decided to punish me with a spanking."

  Charles laughed behind me. "Well, that would do it I guess." His finger continued to push inside of me and I could feel my natural lubrication start to flow at the stimulation. As soon as he could, he added a second finger.

  "I want you to be nice to this one," he said, his fingers picking up speed. I hated Charles at this point, but my body often betrayed me and I was getting turned on despite myself. "I think he's going to be a regular. He can make both of us some nice cash."

  I knew better than to ask how much of that I would see. Charles never really spoke about my cut, so I had no idea what I was owed. At any rate, I was having trouble concentrating as his fingers were slipping in and out of my moist hole quickly now and my body was starting to tingle. I may not like him, but right now I did want to fuck him.

  "Okay," I said.

  "Good girl," he replied. His fingers withdrew and I heard him fumbling around with his pants behind me. In no time at all I felt the head of his cock press against my wetness as his hands grabbed tightly against the flesh of my hips from between the bars of the cage. With a hard thrust he jammed his cock into me and I let out a gasp as he filled my hole. "You're such a good little slut."

  His cock pulled out and each inch slid along the insides of my pussy, causing little threads of pleasure to spread out and warm my body. When he pushed back in, it was the same feeling only stronger. After a couple of thrusts I felt one of his hands move along my hips and across my butt until his thumb was pressing against my tightly puckered asshole. This was standard for Charles, he loved to stick his fingers and dick up my ass when he fucked me, and I was use to it now. I even looked forward to it, at least during the times where he wasn't spanking me. Luckily this was one of those times. The redness of my ass from Dave was apparently enough for him.

  His thumb pushed deeper into my ass, causing the walls of my pussy to constrict around his dick even tighter. Charles began to thrust faster and faster, his thumb moving in and out of my ass at the same speed and rhythm of his cock in my pussy. My body was on fire, and little tendrils of electricity started to spark from my pussy and up along the extremities of my body. The fingers of Charles' hand that was still grasping my hips started to dig into my flesh. His hips slammed against the cheeks of my ass hard, only the ropes around my legs were keeping me from being shoved violently forward with each thrust.

  My pussy began to spasm, holding onto the warm flesh penetrating it in a vice grip. Charles let out a loud moan as he slammed into me one last time. I let out a squeal, my own orgasm perfectly timed with the flow of cum that I felt jetting out of his cock. Each jerk of his dick sprayed a new load inside of me, warming my insides and causing another jolt of pleasure to run up my spine.

  Charles' thumb was still buried deep inside my ass, but he now withdrew it as his cock did the same. If I had been able to, I would have collapsed down onto the ground in exhaustion, but the ropes still held me up.

  I heard Charles fumbling with his pants again, and then he was done. He must have pulled out a small knife from his pocket, as I felt the cold steel against my thigh and then it was suddenly loose from its constraint. He cut the other one and I fell immediately to my knees. Charles pulled away the rest of the rope and left without saying another word. I fell down onto my arms on the carpet and closed my eyes. I probably only slept about 20 minutes before I was woken by another client. My catnap gave me enough energy to satisfy him quickly, he was just looking for a blow job, and then I was back to sleep. Thankfully, no one else bothered me that night.

  I spent the rest of the week going through the motions with all of the other clients. My mind has been completely preoccupied with the plan and my escape. I need to make sure that Charles is completely convinced about Dave, but I'm worried that I won't be able to keep up that charade unless Dave gives himself completely to the story as well. And for that, I'm going to need him to do something I know he isn't going to be comfortable with. But it's the only way to be sure that Charles completely trusts him.

  Week 42

  "You want me to what?" Dave roared. He had come mid week and hadn't even taken off his coat when I sprung him with my plan.

  "I'm sorry Dave, it's the only way that Charles will trust you completely. Last week he came up and
started to feel me up after you left, nothing out of the ordinary really. But he was pretty suspicious when he saw you didn't even fuck me. So this week I think we'll have to have sex. It's the only way he'll believe for sure. Then maybe next week we can finally move forward with the plan."

  "Anna, this is nuts. I mean, I don't want to do this when you're..."

  "Dave," I said, putting my hand through the bars and laying it on his arm, "we've done it before. This is my job, it's not a big deal. Really."

  He looked at me helplessly, I could see the resolve in his eyes starting to crumble. But I had one last thing to hit him with.

  "And I think you'll need to fuck my ass, too."