she called out, 'Gould I get a ride into town?'
'Sure, hop in.'
The man was alone and that bothered Vicki a little. But he was such a man and seemed so jovial, she soon thought nothing of it.
Finally came the kicker. He casually asked, 'Look, you seem to be out on your own. Do you have enough money? You know, for a motel mom?'
She knew where this was leading, but she was flat broke. She had taken the clothes from Mr. Valentine but no money. She cursed herself for this oversight but she was so damned glad to be away from the man, she hardly cared. Besides, this guy wasn't that bad looking. Vicki decided it wouldn't be all that bad to trade a tumble in the sack for a night's lodging and some food.
'Gosh, mister, does it show? I… I haven't eaten in almost two days. And I don't have enough for a park bench, much less a motel room.' She smiled a little at the way he brightened. Let him think this was all his idea. She could hustle him and then split. If nothing else, she was learning how to survive.
'We could maybe share a room, you know? Just me and you. Might, uh, be a little crowded if all they have is a room with one bed, but, uh, that's not too bad, is it?' The man was fumbling out the words.
Vicki reached over and patted the bulge in his pants. She told him, 'I know how it's going to be tonight. You won't regret it. Not for a singe second.'
They found a motel and checked in. Vicki didn't even bother asking how the man had registered. But the room he got had only one bed. But as tired as she was, she didn't much care.
The man got naked with obscene haste. He was sporting a pretty fair sized hardon by the time she put her bag down on the floor and turned to him. She found him pressing into her, carrying her back onto the bed.
'Not so fast, dammit!' she flared. 'Let me get my clothes off!'
He was too horny to stop. And when he found she was wearing crotchless undies, his cock slipped right in to her cunt.
She gasped as his prick found a dry hole. Then she began feeling the slippery cunt oils flowing from her snatch. He lacked any finesse at fucking.
The man just leaped on and drove his prick in and out as fast as he could. No foreplay, nothing but fucking.
The girl hardly cared. She was trading this for a night's sleep and some food in the morning. It seemed a small enough price to pay. And then his crude fucking began to work its miracle on her body. She was responding to him more and more.
She lifted her knees and pressed them in to either side of the man's body. This tightened her cunt around his prick. She felt the ripply contours of his prick as it raced in and out of her cunt. Tensing her belly muscles clamped dawn even more firmly on the man's fucking cock.
'God, baby, you're the tightest! And I dig those panties you got on. You and I wanted the same thing all the time, didn't we?'
'Oh, yes, lover, yes! Now fuck me with that big cock of yours. It's so huge in meeeee!'
She almost meant those words. The way he was fucking her built up the sexual tensions in her body. The girl needed this release more than she'd thought. All that time spent with Mr. Valentine had been one of sexual frustration for her. If he got off, everything was fine if she wasn't satisfied, tough shit.
His cock split apart her pussy lips with increasing power and determination. His thick cock made her tiny cunt sing with joy. The way he stretched her to the breaking paint made her pussy quiver and chum even more excitedly. Then she came.
She clawed at the man's back, locked her legs around his body, shoved her cunt down around his impaling spike of flesh. She surprised herself at the need for this.
And then she came down from her sex high. And found the same desires still gnawing at her lithe, young body. She needed even more of his divine cock.
She came again. And again.
His fucking was inexpert but she didn't care. His cock was all that mattered. He could drive it into the juicy, seething hot, needy cunt as good as the next man.
Alter she had came a half dozen times, she heard his excited whisper in her ear, 'I… I can't hold on any more. I gotta come!'
And his prick blasted out a steady stream of jizz into her eagerly awaiting pussy. She almost milked the man dry with her powerful cuntal convulsions. They rocked together as they both came until she was too exhausted to continue, even if the man had been able.
It had been a long time since a man had worn her out simply by fucking. But she realized there were so many things involved. She was still keyed up from her recent escape from Mr. Valentine. Just remembering what she'd done to him made her edgy. At the same time, though, she felt pretty damned good about it.
Let the bastard swing on the noose for a long, long time. Maybe it would be weeks before the maid came in to see what her master was up to. She'd find him dangling free from the ceiling, his neck broken.
It was only fitting punishment for all he'd done to Vicki. And the girl realized she wasn't the first who had been tortured by that evil man. He was better off dead.
The man who had just fucked her rolled off and said, 'God, kid, I didn't mean to get those snazzy clothes of yours all wrinkled. I, well, it's just that I been on the road a long time. I get sorta horny, you know. And you did seem to get off on it, too.'
'I did,' she said sleepily. 'I really did. But I want to sleep some now. And maybe we can…' She was half asleep when she heard him chuckle.
The girl knew the man thought she wanted to fuck some more. She had only meant they could get some food. But it didn't matter, either was fine – later.
Vicki had nightmares of being chased and tackled and bound up like Mr. Valentine had done to her. But this time it wasn't a dog collar around her neck, it was handcuffs on her wrists.
Struggling against the bad dreams, she turned over in bed. She came half-awake when she realized she couldn't move her wrists apart. And they were fastened over her head to the headboard.
She shook her head a bit and looked up, seeing a pair of handcuffs around her slender wrists. Sitting erect in the bed, she panicked. For a horrid minute, she thought Mr. Valentine was still alive, had found her. But she knew that was absurd. The man was dead.
Then she heard her traveling salesman talking on the phone.
'So Mr. Valentine's not in, huh? Could you tell him I got some prime meat for him? No? You don't know when he'll be back? Shit. Okay.'
The girl stared at the man, eyes wide with horror. He had tried to call Mr. Valentine and sell her back. But she was safe. Whoever it was on the other end of the phone obviously didn't want to come out and say Mr. Valentine wouldn't be purchasing white slaves for his kinky sex hang ups any longer.
'So you're awake, huh? Wanna fuck again?'
'Take these cuffs off me!'
'Hell, no, chickie baby. I travel in handcuffs. You know, I cruise up and down the highways till I find a fine piece of ass like you. Then, well, I sell you. Simple and not too bad a way to make a living.'
'You tried to call Mr. Valentine,' she said. 'And he's not there. Just let me go. He won't be doing any buying for a long time.'
'The hell you say.'
She smirked. This guy wasn't going to be able to sell her to Mr. Valentine. Not the way she'd taken care of that man once and for all. Then she went cold all over as the man dialed another number.
'Hello? Hey, Mr. Valentine's not around. Can I talk to Mr. Strong? I got a prime piece of ass for him. How much? Call it five, hundred. Good. She's in room [missing text].'
The man hung up the phone and left the girl handcuffed to the head of the bed. She sat, waiting, wondering.
What would her new master be like?
She heard footsteps along the hallway, then the door knob turned. The man stepped into the room and Vicki Craig fainted. This was too much to bear up under, being a slave to this man!
