somewhere in the distance.
'Shut up, slut!' a harsh, low voice growled out followed by muffled cursing. Linda felt her skin crawl with horror as the cries of pain turned into sobs. Slowly she pushed up with her legs and stood up.
Her head was still a little dizzy from that blow Bill had given her. She staggered forward a few steps, reaching out with her right hand as she pressed its palm against the cold, damp stone of the wall in front of her.
Looking out into the clear night, Linda could see all the bright stars shining peacefully in the sky. Everything looked so calm and pleasant. Yet a man had been brutally murdered and she had been kidnapped and beaten, and for what purpose? Linda leaned heavily against the wall and sighed with unspeakable sadness. She'd wanted excitement. Well, now she had it and would probably die with it.
Judy! She suddenly thought. Who would take care of her daughter? A feeling of helpless panic crept over her as she pulled her ripped uniform tightly around her body to keep out as much of the damp chill as possible. Would the girl ever know what happened to her mother? What would she think when they found her body buried in some shallow roadside ditch? There was no relative left for the girl to go to. Linda closed her eyes and fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes. Her daughter would be forced into an orphanage! And God, for what? For what?
Linda's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sounds of footsteps coming up to the door. The cell door opened slowly as Linda turned around to face whoever it was walking in. The bright moonlight soon revealed that it was Chris Orozco.
'Enjoying your stay here?' Chris asked, nodding to someone behind him who closed the door again.
'What?' Linda asked.
'Being a trucker lets me into a lot of things,' Chris said evilly as he sauntered up to Linda. She stepped back against the wall. 'Let's just call this one of my training centers,' Chris added, raising his hand up to her cheek and rubbing it tenderly. Suddenly an expression of extreme cruelty and hatred ripped over his face. His mouth twisted into a thin slash. He slapped her hard across the face, sending Linda crashing down to the dirt floor of her cell.
'You'll learn what submission's all about now, bitch,' Chris said threateningly as he towered over the blonde.
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda stared dazedly in front of her. Chris' black leather boots glistened in front of her. There was the smell of freshly polished leather wafting into her flared nostrils as he mumbled some threatening curse at her. In that silver moonlight, Linda thought she could make out some blood on the toe of his boot. What did he want? Money? Power over her for a while? It didn't matter. Linda had the feeling that Chris simply enjoyed the pleasure of stomping helpless victims into the filth.
'You'll really eat it up, babe,' Chris said huskily, still towering in front of her.
Linda didn't answer him. His big pot-belly hung inches over her head. The stink of his groin hung around her nose like a vile perfume. What was he going to do, chop off her clit with a jackknife? After what she'd seen at the diner, nothing would have surprised her. All Linda cared about was that it would be quick, whatever it was.
'Don't worry, baby. I'm not gonna kill you, at least, not yet,' Chris said as if he could read her mind… Linda jerked her head up and looked into the man's cold, beady eyes. The flesh along her thighs crawled with horror as the big man took a step forward. He laughed as Linda instinctively shrank back.
'Don't!' she protested.
'Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you… much,' Chris said, chuckling to himself as he reached down and laid his heavy, calloused palm on her shoulder. He shoved her back with such force that her head struck the floor. Linda groaned helplessly as bright flashes of light danced in front of her eyes. She inhaled sharply, afraid suddenly of those boots and the man.
'Uhhh!' Linda moaned softly as she watched Chris unbuckle his belt.
'Sit up!' Chris said coldly.
When Linda hesitated, he reached down and grabbed her hair. He curled a few strands around his fingers, jerking her up close against his leg. Linda's mouth struck the side of Chris' boot so hard that her lip cracked. The blonde could taste blood as the trucker growled some senseless obscenity.
When Chris raised his hand again, Linda tensed up and cringed back. The big trucker kicked her and she fell to the dirt floor, feeling the loose filth scrape against her legs. While she lay cringing, Chris moved forward. At the same time, the big man unzipped his dirty Levi's. Linda winced as she watched him take out an eight-inch, thick cock and finger it lovingly. She saw that hard-on, heard his heavy breathing, sensing his growing sexual excitement.
'Like it, baby? All you fuckin' waitresses are hungry for cock-meat. Everybody knows that,' Chris said, pulling his lips back across his teeth in an evil, animal-like sneer. As she flattened herself against the wall, drawing herself into a ball, Linda saw his big hand come shooting down through the cold, damp night air. The sound of that slap and her wailing cry reverberated off the stone walls.
'Okay, baby. You've found out too much about the operation. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with you, but I think you can be useful. You want to play along, fine,' Chris said as he still towered over her.
'You stink with filth!' Linda hissed.
Chris did nothing for several minutes except sneer down at her. Then Linda saw him clench his powerful fingers into a tight fist. Instinctively, she raised her hands over her face. But the expected flow didn't come. She opened her eyes and peered through her trembling fingers. The fat, powerful trucker still towered over her with clenched fists. But a broad, mysterious smile snaked across his already sneering lips.
'You really dig this scene, don't you?' Chris suddenly blurted out.
'What!' Linda couldn't believe she heard him right. That someone who'd done what he had could actually stand in front of her and say that… it was incredible!
'I can sense it. I can sense those things, when a woman loves all the rough stuff, even if she won't admit it to herself,' Chris said in a tight, throaty voice.
Linda gasped in horror that he could think she actually enjoyed this degrading brutality. She'd seen Max shot down in front of her eyes by the very men Chris employed to his own use. Then she'd been beaten, kidnapped and dragged to this cold, filthy hole of a prison cell only to be beaten again and told she liked all of it! To think that he could actually say that – and yet, as much as Linda hated to admit it, there was a grain of truth in his statement. For all her sense of outrage, indignation and horror, there was a deliciously strange thrill shooting through her body now. There was real fear and hatred. But somehow mixed in with those feelings was a hidden, almost unspeakable delight that actually fed on her fear and disgust.
'I can tell it in your eyes, baby. You want me as much as you want to spit in my face,' Chris said as he slapped her hard across the side of the face. The force of that blow sent her crashing to the cold dirt floor. Suddenly Linda felt the full weight of her fear and humiliation press down on her. Pulling herself up with great effort, Linda suddenly felt hot, burning tears well up in her eyes. She tried to fight them back, but it was useless. Sobs broke from her lips and she cried violently. She gagged and choked with horror and sorrow and fear as her long, tangled hair hung in her eyes. She curled her slender fingers into the dirt and beat the floor with her palms as Chris leered at her.
He let her cry for a few minutes. But the sight of the sobbing blonde was finally too much for him. He reached down with his right hand and unzipped his fly. Then the big man reached up and flipped the button holding his pants to his waist. Linda looked up in horrified fascination as Chris' Levi's slid down to his knees, exposing his thick mat of pubic hair and long, fat mass of cock-meat.
'Mmmmm, look lickin' good, huh baby?' Chris said filthily as he circled his fat cock with his fingers and squeezed the hot flesh until a big drop of cum oozed out of his piss-slit.
Linda leaned back, raising her hands and crossing them over her tits in revulsion.
Chris was thick and long. His balls were taut, drawn up tightly against the underside of his jerking prick. Linda wanted a knife. She could just picture the startled, pained look on the trucker's face as she reached up with
