Truck Stop Girl
by Don Martin 


FOREWORD 

Drivers of semi-trucks have come into the vogue of late, and have come to be 
regarded as sort of modern day cowboys-the last truly independent men of 
America. Songs have been written about them, magazine and newspaper articles 
written to describe their life and the "romance" of riding down the open 
road, warning one another about Smokey-the policemen who patrol the highways 
and haul down speeding trucks. 

There is another, far seamier side to the life of the truck driver, however. 
A man driving the open road, away from his wife and family, is faced with 
the problem of what to do about sex. Undoubtedly there are some drivers who 
somehow manage to control the impulses of their bodies, but what about the 
thousands of others? Where are they to find an outlet? 

The answer is the truck-stop hooker. Every truck driver knows the truck 
stops. Some of the prostitutes who are available at these stops are 
independent hookers, working for no one but themselves. Others, perhaps the 
majority, are controlled by pimps. There is a third type of hooker, however, 
and it is about this type that this book is written. 

White slavery is not new in America. It was in existence during the time of 
our founding fathers. Before that, it existed, and still does, in Europe. 
The enslavement of women for the purpose of sex is white slavery in its most 
brutal form. Sometimes the capture takes the form of a fake "help wanted" 
advertisement in the classified section of a newspaper. A woman who answers 
such an ad which promises a plush job with high pay, suddenly disappears. 
Often, however, the techniques used by the men who enslave young girls is 
not this subtle. They simply survey the streets of a large city, spot a 
young girl walking alone in a secluded section of town, and kidnap her from 
the streets. 

Whatever the technique used in capturing the girl, her fate is the same. She 
will be held prisoner against her will, and forced, for fear of her life, to 
commit sexual acts with men. If she refuses to cooperate voluntarily, she 
may be given drugs, and once an addict, will do anything to go on feeding 
her habit. 

This book, then, is about a truck-stop hooker- how she came to be one-what 
she is forced to do by her captors-how she is held prisoner and forced to 
totally humiliate herself. 

It is mature subject matter and not recommended for squeamish readers. Some 
of the techniques used by the organizers of the white-slavery ring in which 
she finds herself are the most sadistic techniques imaginable to deal with 
revolutions in the ranks. Also, a book on hooking can only deal with one 
thing if it is to show a realistic picture of the profession-the acts of sex 
which a girl is forced to commit. The humiliating acts the heroine of this 
book is forced to commit are described in detail to impress upon the reader 
the shocking events which are transpiring in America today. 

The events specifically described in this book are fictitious, but similar 
events are taking place this very minute across America and across the 
world. White slavery exists. 

-THE PUBLISHER 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Well, honey," Big John Bradford told his daughter as he waved good-bye from 
the cab of his huge, eighteen-wheeled semi truck. "I'll see you this 
Friday." 

Harriet Bradford smiled wearily at her father and clung tightly to her 
boyfriend, Joe Billings who had got the job for her at the Mt. Highley Truck 
Stop. In less than two hours she would be reporting to work there as a 
waitress. 

The mighty diesel engine roared as the truck swung into action. There was a 
grinding through the first series of gears, and the big truck was rolling 
off down the street. Harriet's father, an independent truck driver, was off 
on a run that would take him through ten of the fifty states, then back 
again. It would take him four days to complete the trip, and he would not be 
back until Friday night. 

"Now," Joe said, squeezing Harriet affectionately, "we've got two hours to 
kill before I have to drive you to work. What shall we do?" 

Joe stared straight down at Harriet, and she blushed when she realized he 
was staring straight down inside the top of her dress at her tits. She was 
wearing no bra, and he could see almost every square inch of her scrumptious 
breasts. 

She blushed. "I still don't see why you didn't want me to tell Daddy about 
my new job," she said, "and would you stop looking at me that way?" 

Joe just grinned. "Shit," he said. "I intend to see a lot more than that. 
Come on in the house and I'll show you." 

Harriet allowed herself to be ushered in through the screen door and into 
the living room. Joe pulled her down to the sofa, and suddenly his hands 
were all over her, caressing, probing, not leaving a single part of her 
feminine body unexplored. Ever since Joe had got the job for her at the 
restaurant, he had been unbearable, trying to get into her pants all the 
time. He pushed his hand down inside the top of her dress. 

"Joe! Stop it!" 

Joe was too excited to even listen. He seemed to think that she owed him the 
right to do anything he wanted. He grasped a tit between his fingers and 
rubbed her nipple. In spite of herself, Harriet began to grow aroused. She 
struggled to pull Joe's hand away, but he was too powerful. To her utter 
embarrassment, she was forced to just sit there and squirm while he toyed 
with her tit. 

"Awww, Jeez, honey, I want you so bad I can't stand it!" Joe said. His face 
was flushed with excitement, and Harriet's eyes went wide at the sight of a 
growing bulge in the front of his pants. He moved his fingers all over her 
breasts, squeezing her nipples, pulling at her tits, and the bulge in his 
pants grew enormous. Harriet could see the outline of his cock clearly, and 
as she watched, to her horror, it jerked in a series of spasms. He was 
completely hard. 

"L-let's go in the bedroom, honey," Joe said, his voice pleading. 

"No, Joe. I told you the first night we went out together that I wasn't 
going to do that." 

"All the girls do it, honey. I won't hurt you. I'll be real careful." 

Harriet shook her head violently. 

"P-please?" Joe took her hand and forced it down into his crotch. Harriet 
gasped with surprise at the hardness she felt beneath his pants. She tried 
to pull her hand away, but Joe held it down firmly, forcing her fingers to 
encircle his pulsing prick. He squeezed her fingers right down so that her 
hand was wrapped around his prick. 

"Aaahhh! Ohhh, baby, that feels good." 

"P-please, Joe," Harriet begged. Tears were filling her eyes, but Joe was 
too excited to notice them. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh, play with me a little honey. You can at least do that." 

Harriet had never been more ashamed in her life. She did feel like she owed 
Joe something for having helped her get the job as waitress. He was her 
boyfriend, and she knew that many-if not most-girls didn't bother with the 
old-fashioned morals of their parents in this modern age. Maybe Joe was 
right. She wouldn't let him fuck her, so the least she could do was play 
with his cock for him. Surely she could manage that. 

Joe seemed to sense that she was beaten. He removed his hand, and smiled 
when he saw that she left her hand atop his pulsing prick and continued to 
squeeze it in a gentle on-and-off pressure. 

"Go on, honey. Squeeze hard! You won't hurt me." 

Harriet began squeezing harder, and she rubbed her fingers up and down the 
length. His hard, throbbing tool jerked in spasms beneath her fingers. 

"Uuuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, Harriet! You don't know how good that feels. I've been 
wanting you to do this to me ever since I met you." 

Harriet forced a smile, but the guilt she was feeling flooded through her 
veins like a vile poison. She had never touched a man down between his legs 
like this before. She had never even seen a man naked. She had only a vague 
idea of what a man's genitals looked like. 

"Unzip me, honey! Take my cock out! You can play with it better that way!" 

Harriet stared at Joe with a panic-stricken look. 

Joe laughed. He reached down, pulled Harriet's hand away, and raised his 
butt off the sofa. Harriet shook with embarrassment as he unbuckled his belt 
and unsnapped the top of his pants, then grabbed his zipper and pulled it 
slowly downward. 

"Ohhh, Joe! I'm so ashamed!" 

"Come on, honey! It's not that bad. Everyone does it. I just want you to 
play with me a little. I won't make you do anything else until you're 
ready." 

Harriet stared down hypnotically, her heart pounding, as his zipper slid all 
the way down and his pants spread open, exposing the white cotton briefs and 
the throbbing outline of his quivering peter. Joe pushed his pants clear 
down around his knees, then released them and let them fall in a pile around 
his ankles. He hooked his thumbs in his briefs and pushed down. Harriet 
moaned in spite of herself as the knob-shaped head of his huge cock came 
into view. He pushed his briefs on down, and inch after inch of his 
throbbing, swollen organ was exposed right before her eyes. She could 
scarcely believe how big it was. And he wanted to stick it in her? Why, he 
would kill her if he even tried. It was too big. 

Joe pushed his briefs on down, and suddenly his whole cock was completely 
exposed, then his peach-sized, sperm-filled balls. Harriet stared down 
between his legs, her throat dry with emotion, her eyes wide with disbelief. 

"What do you think?" Joe asked, staring down proudly at his manly equipment. 
He shoved his briefs clear down atop his pants, sat back and spread his legs 
so she could see everything he had. 

"Ohhh, Joe!" It seemed impossible to Harriet that one man could have such a 
huge cock. 

Joe grabbed her hand and placed it on top of his hot, hard organ. Harriet 
squirmed uneasily on the sofa at the touch of his naked organ. She wrapped 
her fingers around it cautiously, as though afraid his monstrous hard-on 
would attack her. 

"P-play with me, honey!" Joe begged. "Squeeze it, and pull your hand up and 
down." 

Harriet was terrified. Her head spun dizzily and she scarcely knew what she 
was doing. Slowly, her hand trembling visibly, she obeyed. She squeezed her 
fingers around Joe's monstrous cock until he moaned with delight, then 
pulled down, peeling the foreskin off his knob-shaped cockhead. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, baby! Ahhh, that feels good." 

"Oh, Joe! I can't!" 

Harriet started to pull her hand away, but Joe reached down and forced her 
to hold on to his quivering, spasm-jerking erection. He pushed and pulled at 
her hand, forcing her to peel his loose cock-skin up and down over the hard 
inner shaft of his prick. 

"Mmmppphhh! Ooohhh! Ahhh, shit!" His eyes were wide and shining with 
excitement. He reached up with his other hand and began unfastening the 
front of Harriet's dress. "N-no!" 

"I just want to look at your tits," he said, licking his lips. "I promise I 
won't try to stick it in you-not today, anyway. I want to look at you, 
that's all." 

Harriet sobbed with embarrassment as the front of her dress was slowly 
unfastened and spread open. Soon her two breasts were completely exposed to 
Joe's hungry eyes. He stared at her until she wanted to drop through the 
floor with shame, then moved his hand up and began caressing her tits with 
his fingers. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, Joe! What are you doing?" 

"Ahhh, baby, you've got a nice pair of tits! You're beautiful!" 

Joe's hand dropped down to the remaining buttons of Harriet's dress and 
unfastened them. He spread her dress completely open, exposing her belly and 
legs, and, especially, her panty-clad cunt. 

He grasped the top of her panties and pulled them out. At the same time, he 
leaned forward and stared down inside. 

"Joe! Don't!" 

Joe pulled harder. There was a cracking noise as the elastic in her panties 
began giving way. 

"Joe, you're gonna tear my panties." 

"Raise up your butt, honey, so I can pull them off." 

"No! You promised." 

"I just want to look at you. I let you look at mine. Now I want to see 
yours." 

"Uuummmppphhh!" Harriet stifled a loud moan of anguish. She raised up, 
afraid he would indeed tear her panties. She knew he would rip them off if 
he had to in order to get a glimpse of her pussy. All she could do now was 
pray that he would be satisfied with just a look at what she had down 
between her legs. She suddenly realized to her utter horror that even if he 
wanted to fuck her, she would be helpless to resist. He could do anything he 
wanted to her. He was three times as strong as she, and determined to have 
his way. 

Slowly, her face red with embarrassment, Harriet raised up her ass and 
allowed Joe to pull down her panties. He jerked them completely down in one 
swift motion, completely exposing the triangle of dark hair between her 
legs. 

"Uuummmnnn!" He moaned with appreciation. "Ahhh, baby! What a cunt!" 

"Please, Joe, don't talk like that! What's wrong with you today." 

"I'm horny! That's what's wrong! Mmpphh! Keep jacking me off, baby! Move 
your hand faster and squeeze. Ahhh, that's it! Uummpphh! Ohhh, yeah, that's 
great! Aaaggghhh!" 

Harriet pushed and pulled with her fingers, jacking his cock off at a slow 
steady rhythm. The piss slit in the end of his dick opened and closed with 
each rhythmic beat of her hand. A gleaming drop of pre-seminal fluid oozed 
out onto his cock-head. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh!" Joe gasped with delight. He pulled Harriet's dress 
off her body as best he could without forcing her to get up, then began 
running his hands up and down over her completely exposed tits, belly, and 
legs. His fingers moved up and down over her smooth, naked skin, always 
avoiding the triangle of hair between her legs. 

Harriet hoped that he would not touch her there, but deep inside, she knew 
he would. He was just preparing her-getting her used to the touch of his 
rough, masculine hands. 

"F-faster, baby! Ahhh, that's it! Uummmnnn! Ooohhh!" 

A steady trickle of gleaming cockfluid was oozing up and out the pisshole of 
his prick. It gathered on his cockhead until the whole upper portion of his 
prick was covered with a layer of the sticky stuff, then spilled loose and 
ran down the sides of his shaft. 

"Mmmnnn!" Harriet moaned as his sticky pre-cum fluid ran down atop her 
fingers. 

"Keep doin' it, baby! Spread my juice up and down! Ooohhh!" 

The muscles in Joe's belly tensed, then relaxed, again and again. He grunted 
with excitement and squirmed on the sofa, grinding his bare butt down into 
the cushion. He was obviously enjoying what she was doing to him immensely. 

Joe's hand drifted down her belly for the umpteenth time, but this time it 
did not move round her hair-covered snatch. Instead, he drew his fingers 
right down into her little forest of pubic hair. "J-Joe!" 

"Relax, baby! Just lay back and enjoy it! Ooooohhhhh!" Another huge surge of 
sticky pre-seminal fluid oozed up and out of his prick and spilled down over 
her -fingers. Harriet was spreading his cockfluid all up and down, and his 
entire hard-on was completely smeared with a layer of the sticky stuff. As 
she drew her hand up and down, a wet, squishy sound filled the air. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Harriet gasped with fright and shock. Joe's finger was pushing 
its way right down inside her cunny slit. "Noooooooooooooo! AAARRRGGGHHH!" 

Joe drove his finger down determinedly. He thrust the whole upper half of 
the finger right down inside her, then pushed slowly, forcing the rest of 
his finger in as well. 

"Ooohhh!!! Aaaggghhh!!!" Harried gasped and squirmed. She fought like a mad 
woman to escape what was happening to her, but Joe held her down with the 
weight of his arm while he ravaged her cunt with his hard, probing finger. 
With his free hand, he kept her fingers tightly clasped around his pulsing 
tool, forcing her to frig him off faster than ever. 

Unbelievable sensations began shooting through Harriet's cunt almost 
immediately. Her legs trembled and her whole body shook with a mixture of 
shock and excitement. Wave after wave of strange sensation surged up through 
her body. 

Never in her life had she felt anything so strange, and so beautiful. 

Joe grinned as he watched the excited expression transform her face. He 
shoved his finger all the way up inside her, burying it to the hilt, then 
began sliding it out again. He moved it in and out slowly, in a gently, 
rhythmic fucking motion. 

"J-Joe! Ohhh, Joe!" 

"Yeah, honey," Joe said, smiling at her as if to reassure her. "It feels 
good, doesn't it?" 

"Ohhh, yes! Aaahhh!" Harriet moaned and closed her eyes, giving herself in 
completely to the delightful sensations surging through her cunny. "Ohhh, 
Joe, you can't believe how g-good it f-feels." 

Joe gasped. Another surge of sticky cockfluids were oozing up and out of his 
stem. His cock was swelling up even bigger than ever, and it was throbbing 
so hard that it seemed to have a life of its own. 

"Aaaagggghhhh! Uuummmppphhh!" Harriet moaned like a little girl as he thrust 
his finger in and out of her cunt. The sensations mounted up inside her 
pussy-tube as he began twisting his finger around while he forced it clear 
up inside her as far as it would go. With his thumb, he began rubbing at her 
clitoris. 

"EEEEEIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH! Ohhhhh, Joe! AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" 

The sensations shooting through Harriet's body were like electric shocks. 
Her eyes opened wide and she stared down with a look of incredible disbelief 
to see what he was doing. Harriet was no stranger to the art of 
masturbation. She had passed many a night with her legs drawn up and spread 
apart, rubbing herself with her fingers until a beautiful climax broke 
through her body. But never had anything she had done to herself felt as 
good as this. 

She frigged Joe's hard cock faster as if to show him how much she liked it. 
The squishy noise of her jacking hand filled the air, and Joe's stiff prick 
jerked in convulsions between her fingers. 

"Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh, baby! UUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" Every muscle in 
Joe's body went stiff as he raised his butt up off the sofa and gasped with 
delight. Moaning wildly, he stared down at her hand with wide eyes as his 
cock erupted, spewing out glob after glob of gleaming, white semen. 

Harriet stared fascinated at his geysering prick, jacking him off as fast as 
she could to milk up his manly offering. His hot cum shot up and out all 
over his shirt atop his belly. 

"Uuummmppphhh!!! Uuunnnggghhh!!!" Joe gritted his teeth, then his muscles 
broke and his body shook in spasms. His cock jerked violently in Harriet's 
hand. Two more spurts of semen shot out onto his shirt, then the orgasm was 
over and she could only milk out a small trickle of potent cum before he 
grasped her hand and forced her to stop. 

She refused to let him pull her hand away, however. Before, he had been 
obligated to force her to touch his penis. Now she clung to it with 
squeezing fingers as though it were the most precious thing in the world. 

Joe began driving his finger in and out of Harriet's pussy with renewed 
vigor, as though determined to make her experience orgasm. His thumb rubbed 
up a storm over her clitoris. 

"Mmmppphhh!!! Uuummmppphhh!!!" Harriet gasped, then her eyes went wide and 
she bucked up and down on the sofa, driving her aching cunt on and off Joe's 
embedded finger. The sensations of orgasm rocked through her body, tearing 
her soul apart in a frenzy. 

"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhhhh, Joe! Aaarrrggghhh!!!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Harriet collapsed on the sofa, her body exhausted. Her heart pounded madly 
and she gasped to catch her breath. "Ahhh, Joe! What did you do to me?" 

Joe laughed. "You kinda like that, huh? Just wait, baby! You haven't seen 
anything yet." Joe reached down and fished his handkerchief out of his pants 
pocket and began wiping up the blobs of semen which were all over his shirt. 

"Ohhh! Your shirt is ruined." 

"Don't worry about it," he said. "It was worth it." 

He stared at Harriet, his eyes shining. Harriet quickly pulled her dress 
together to hide her nakedness. The way he stared at her frightened her. 

"Come on, baby, let me look at you a little." Joe grasped her dress and 
spread it back open. "You're beautiful." 

"We'd b-better start gettin' ready," Harriet said quickly. "I don't want to 
be late for work my first night." 

Joe nodded reluctantly. "I guess you're right. We can pick up where we left 
off when I bring you home tonight." 

She threw him a hard glance. "Remember, you promised-" 

"Don't worry!" he said, laughing and throwing up his hands. "Now come on, 
let's go!" He got up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to her feet. He 
slapped her playfully on the ass. "Just make sure those truckers keep their 
hands off this," he said. "It's just for me." 

Harriet was nervous and excited, and somewhat fearful, all the way to the 
truck stop on the highway outside of town. Joe chattered to try to calm her 
nerves, but it was useless. She wanted to be sure she performed her job 
satisfactorily. The idea of getting fired the very first night on the job 
terrified her. 

"Nonsense!" Joe said. "A cute chick like you? You'll draw those truckers in 
like crazy." He reached over and ran his hand up inside her dress. Harriet 
gasped as his fingers pushed inside her panties and he began rubbing up her 
cunt. "Just wiggle your ass a little to keep the truckers interested," he 
said, "and you'll be fine." 

"What if one of them makes a pass at me?" she asked, chewing her fingernails 
while he wormed his index finger right up inside her pussy. 

"Just give him the cold shoulder. You will have to take a lot of teasing, 
that's for sure. They're gonna keep asking you to go to bed with them, but 
it's all just a game. They'd do it with you if you gave them a chance, of 
course, but they don't really expect you to say yes." 

Joe began driving his finger in and out of Harriet's steaming-hot cunt while 
he steered the car down the road with his other hand. She gasped, and began 
moving her hips automatically, driving her tight pussy up and down over his 
massaging digit. 

"Ahhh, baby," he said. "I'm gettin' hard again. Play with it a little for 
me, will you?" 

Harriet bit her lip, but there seemed no good reason to protest, not after 
what they had done together on the sofa. Reaching over, she unzipped Joe's 
pants and thrust her fingers inside to locate his pecker. She pulled it free 
from his briefs and drug it out of his open fly. His cock was rock-hard and 
throbbing violently. She wrapped her fingers around it and began frigging 
him off gently. 

"Aaahhh! Ohhh, yeah!" Joe moaned with delight. His cock pulsed hard and hot 
against Harriet's fingers. "We're almost th-there, honey." 

The truck stop drew into sight down the road. A huge red-and-green neon sign 
flashed the advertisement, "Truck Stop," so brightly that it could be seen 
for a full half-mile up and down the road either way. Several huge 
semi-trucks were pulled off the road making the whole parking lot resemble a 
freight yard. Joe pulled into the parking lot beside one of the huge, 
eighteen-wheeled monsters and stopped the car. 

Harriet removed her hand from his prick, leaving it throbbing violently as 
it protruded from his open fly. Joe reached down to replace her hand with 
his own, and continued masturbating right before her eyes, then pulled his 
fingers away and stared down at himself. "How about suckin' me off a little, 
honey, before you go inside." 

Harriet threw him a look of shocked disbelief. 

"Aw, come on, try it!" Joe reached over and pulled Harriet down, forcing her 
face right onto his midsection. His hard cock pulsed hotly against her lips. 
"Open your mouth and suck me," Joe said. "You'll like it." 

"N-no, Joe! Please!" 

"Go on! Suck it!" His voice seemed determined. 

"I have to go to work!" Harriet struggled to escape her boyfriend's grip, 
but he was too powerful and held her right down so her face was pressed 
against his hard-on. 

"Will you suck me tonight after I take you home?" 

Harriet gasped for breath. He was almost suffocating her. "N-no!" 

"You either suck it now or tonight. Take your choice." 

Harriet sobbed in anguish. The gentle Joe Billings she had known before was 
gone. Now that he had found a job for her, he was making all sorts of 
demands. 

"Make up your mind," Joe said. "Do you want to suck it now, or later?" 

"L-later." Harriet would have promised him anything to get him to let her 
go. 

"Take it in your mouth now so I can believe you," Joe insisted, reaching 
down and grasping his cock so it was aimed straight at her lips. 

"Joe! P-please!" 

"Take it in your mouth!" He repeated, his voice firm. 

Harriet knew she had no choice. She could only hope that he would be 
temporarily satisfied at letting her just mouth it a little. The thought of 
doing even that much was revolting. The idea of actually sucking on it made 
her want to puke. She opened her lips and lowered her mouth, determined to 
get it over with as soon as possible. 

Joe pushed her face down, forcing every inch of his hard, masculine pole 
into her mouth and throat. 

"Aaaggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" Harriet gagged and choked. She started to bite 
down, but Joe grabbed her hair and pulled on it so she didn't dare. 

"Suck me," he ordered. "I want you to do it now." 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Mmmmpppphhhh!" Harriet gasped and choked around her mouthful 
of hot male peter. She had no choice. She had to suck him or be suffocated. 
She began sucking as hard as she could, and then Joe began pushing and 
pulling her head, drawing her face up and down over his massive ram. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, baby! Aw, Jesus, that feels good!" 

A sudden bright light shining in Joe's eyes made him squint painfully, then 
the beam of light moved down, focusing in on Harriet's head atop his turgid 
club. 

"What going on here?" A policeman stared in, watching Harriet suck off her 
boyfriend's peter. 

Harriet squirmed in terror, trying to raise up and stop the horrible act, 
but Joe kept her head pinned down firmly over his pulsing rod. He dared not 
let her lift her head and expose his erection to the policeman. This way the 
cop was pretty sure what Harriet was doing down between Joe's legs, but he 
couldn't be positive because he couldn't really see her mouth at work on his 
cock. The back of her head was hiding the action from view. 

"Gettin' a little head, huh?" the cop asked, grinning. He leaned over 
against the car and stuck his head through the window. "Go on," he urged. 
"Let her do it to you." 

Joe hesitated. The officer saw his doubtful look and his grin broadened. 
"Don't worry, I won't run you in, not if you put on a good enough show for 
me." 

Joe relaxed and nodded. He began pushing and pulling Harriet's head again, 
working her mouth up and down on his feverish hard-on. The cop could see the 
base of Joe's cock every time he pulled her head up. 

"S-suck me!" Joe urged. "You gotta do it now, Harriet, or we're both gonna 
be arrested." 

A brawny truck driver came out the door of the truck-stop restaurant, 
cleaning his teeth with a toothpick. He saw the policeman staring inside 
Joe's car and ambled over and peered in through the window beside him. 

"Jeez!" The big truck driver uttered a low moan of surprise. 

"Ain't that somethin'?" the policeman asked. "Look at 'em go." 

Another truck driver came out of the restaurant. The truck driver beside the 
policeman waved his arm. "Hey, Harry, come over here and look at this. 
You're never going to believe it." 

In less than ten minutes, there were ten truck drivers swarming around the 
car, peering in at the exciting sight taking place in the front seat. The 
policeman's flashlight illuminated the blow-job Joe was receiving clearly. 

"Suck him, baby," a brawny voice called. 

"Give him more head!" 

"Go to it, sweetie!" 

Tears of anguish rolled down Harriet's cheeks. She sucked as hard as she 
could on Joe's swollen erection. All she wanted to do was make him cum and 
get it over with. The embarrassment of the situation made her want to die. 

"Oooohhhh! AAAGGGHHH!" Joe gasped. He raised his butt up off the seat, 
lifting Harriet's head with him. Every muscle in his body was strained and 
an expression of pure pleasure covered his face. "MMMPPPHHH! I'm cumming! 
AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Joe's muscles broke loose and shook in spasms. His face 
was contorted with pleasure. 

"Mmmppphhh! Nnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped as he bucked his hips madly, forcing 
his huge organ to slide in and out of her aching throat. Huge jets of semen 
came gushing out of his rod, filling her mouth and throat. He was working 
his spewing organ in and out of her mouth so fast that she could not even 
find time to choke. 

It seemed like an eternity to Harriet before the last spurt of semen shot 
out of Joe's prick and he fell back on the seat exhausted. Outside the car 
there was a round of applause, then slowly the truck drivers began losing 
interest in the scene in the car. They did wait long enough for Joe to pull 
Harriet's head up off his drained, wilting prick, so they could catch a look 
at her face. They laughed and joked among themselves and turned away to talk 
about "Smokey", the word they used on their citizen's band radios to warn 
each other about policemen lurking in patrol cars to catch semis exceeding 
the 55-mile-per-hour speed limit. 

The policeman flicked off his light, leaving Harriet and Joe in darkness, 
and turned to laugh good-naturedly at the burly truck drivers. "You fellows 
realize don't you, that a lot of us policemen are getting CB radios put in 
our cars too. You're not foolin' anybody." 

Harry, the biggest and roughest-looking driver of them all shrugged. "Oh, I 
don't know," he said. 

"It seems to work pretty good." 

The cop said nothing. Actually the truck drivers performed many useful acts 
with their radios, so the fact that they used them to alert each other about 
waiting patrol cars was almost pardonable. They even communicated directly 
with the police on some occasions, alerting them about marooned motorists, 
accidents, drunken drivers, and so forth. Also, the idea that the huge 
semi-trucks they drove could burn up less fuel at 55-miles-per-hour than at 
higher speeds was a fallacy, and the policeman knew it. Grinding along at 
that slow speed gave the drivers no time to adjust for hills, and forced 
them to shift into lower gears, burning up more fuel than ever. Besides 
that, they were not paid by the hour. Every precious minute they spent 
ambling along the highway at slow speeds was money out of their pockets, 
forced the price of hauling by freight up, and ended up by hurting the 
consumer. 

No, the policeman could sympathize with the trucker's lot-silently. 
Outwardly, he gave them hell. That was his job. 

Joe reached over, unfastened Harriet's door, and swung it open for her. He 
was not about to get out of the car himself and face this bunch of burly 
men-not after they had just watched him get his cock sucked. 

Harriet got out of the car, her face a deep embarrassed red. The truck 
drivers stopped talking and turned to stare and grin at her. 

"Hey, baby, how's about doin' me now?" 

"Come over here, honey! I've got one ten inches long." 

"Come on, honey, don't run away." 

Harriet stumbled toward the restaurant quickly. She had never been so 
embarrassed in all her life. The truck drivers watched her rear end moving 
in her tight dress and whistled shamelessly, then turned back to one another 
and began talking about getting up a convoy-a procession of trucks rolling 
down the road together. A convoy gave them even better protection from 
"Smokey", and let them chatter among themselves with their radios to avoid 
the deadly monotony of driving far into the night on the open road. 

The manager of the restaurant, a young man in his early twenties, looked up 
and smiled as Harriet entered. It seemed to Harriet that she had passed an 
eternity in the car sucking Joe's cock, and she was surprised to see that it 
was just eight o'clock. She wasn't even late. The young manager headed over 
toward her, grabbing another waitress by the arm and bringing her with him. 

"Good evening, Mr. Hartman," Harriet said. 

"Listen, call me Bob. This is Sally," he said, pushing the older waitress 
forward. "She'll help you get broken in." 

Sally grasped Harriet's hand and shook it firmly. "Come on with me," she 
said. "I'll show you where you can change." 

"Ch-change? Into what?" 

"Didn't you bring a waitress's outfit?" Sally asked. "Never mind. I'll lend 
you one of mine." 

Sally led Harriet in through the kitchen and down a corridor at the rear of 
the building. They passed several open doors, and peering inside, Harriet 
studied the dingy little rooms. Each room was equipped with a sagging bed 
and an old wooden chair. 

Sally, noticing the way Harriet was studying the rooms, seemed to grow 
nervous. "Th-those are for the truckers," she said quickly, as if anxious to 
explain the reason for the little bedrooms. "Some of them like to catch a 
little sleep before they hit the road again." 

Harriet nodded. 

"What exactly did Bob tell you when he hired you?" Sally asked, leading 
Harriet into a bedroom at the far end of the hall and handing her a white 
waitress's uniform. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Did he tell you what your duties would be?" 

Harriet studied Sally's face. The sexy, blonde waitress seemed to be hinting 
at something, but Harriet could not imagine what. "He told me I'd be waiting 
on tables," Harriet said slowly, beginning to unbutton her dress. "That is 
what I'm going to be doing, isn't it?" 

Sally blushed. "Yes, of course." She lowered her eyes, watching the front of 
Harriet's dress open up slowly. Her eyes widened as Harriet's breasts 
spilled into view. 

"I'm so nervous," Harriet said. "I hope I work out all right." She released 
her dress, letting it drop around her legs to the floor and stepped out of 
it. Standing there in nothing but her panties, she picked up the dress Sally 
had given her and prepared to pull it on. 

"Oh, you'll do fine," Sally said, a dead serious tone in her voice as she 
eyed Harriet's well-stacked feminine figure. Harriet's breasts were swelling 
up and her nipples were hard and a bright pink. "Are you going to leave 
those on?" she asked, nodding toward Harriet's panties around her slender 
hips. 

A puzzled frown came to Harriet's face. 

"I always leave mine off," Sally said, forcing a smile. She grasped the 
lower part of her short waitress's dress and lifted it up, completely 
exposing her cunny. The dark patch of pubic hair between her legs gleamed in 
the light of the naked light bulb over their heads. 

Harriet's eyes widened and her throat went suddenly dry. She licked her lips 
and her heart began pounding. 

"It helps get bigger tips if you flash the truck drivers a shot of your cunt 
or your ass once in a while," Sally said, still holding her dress up. She 
reached down with her free hand and began rubbing the front of her swollen 
bush with her fingers. "I know it seems disgusting," she said, "but like I 
said, they really tip you good when you give 'em a shot of pussy, and that's 
what we're here for, the money, isn't it?" 

"Yes, but. . . ." 

"All you have to do is bend over once in awhile to pick up something. These 
waitress uniforms are so short that they pull up, and the guys get an 
exciting shot of your butt." 

Harriet watched dumbfounded as Sally's fingers ran around in circles in her 
curly cunt hairs. A strange glowing sensation began rising in Harriet's cunt 
as she watched the pretty young girl caress herself right before her eyes. 
Harriet could scarcely believe it. She was actually growing aroused watching 
the girl touch herself. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"If you want to flash them a shot of your cunt," Sally went on, you sit down 
on a stool at the counter and pull up your dress a little, then spread your 
legs." 

"Ooohhh!" Harriet let out a low moan and shivered. Sally's fingers were 
actually spreading the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the shining pink 
interior of her slit. 

Sally smiled at the expression on Harriet's face. "Here," she said, pulling 
her fingers away and moving forward. "Let me take those off for you. You 
might as well get started right." 

Harriet swallowed, trying in vain to relieve the lump in her throat as Sally 
dropped to her knees and knelt right before her. The pretty young girl 
reached up, hooked her thumbs in Harriet's panties, and tugged slowly 
downward. The upper part of the triangle of hair between Harriet's legs came 
into view. Sally peeled her panties on down her smooth legs, forcing them 
clear down around her ankles. Lifting Harriet's feet one by one, the young 
girl pulled the panties completely free and tossed them aside. Harriet now 
stood stark naked before her. The girl looked up and down Harriet's naked 
body, her eyes gleaming. 

"You're really beautiful," she said slowly. Reaching out, she drew her 
fingers slowly up Harriet's legs. "Those drivers are really gonna go for 
you." 

Harriet trembled even more openly as the girl's fingers played up and down 
her legs, caressing her lightly. Sally placed her hands on the inner sides 
of Harriet's legs and slowly forced them apart. She made her spread her legs 
wide, then moved her hands up and down even more determinedly. 

The blood pounded madly in Harriet's veins. Her mind spun dizzily with mixed 
emotion. No one liked men better than Harriet Bradford. Why then was she 
growing so excited by the touch of another woman's fingers on her body? 

Sally's hands moved slowly up the insides of Harriet's legs, approaching 
their junction. "There's a lot of other stuff I've got to tell you, too," 
she said. "That's why Bob wanted me to talk to you before you start in 
working, I guess. He can't tell you these things himself." 

"Wh-what kind of things?" Harriet asked, gasping as Sally's fingers moved 
around behind her body and up onto her buttocks. The touch of the girl's 
fingers on her naked asscheeks was more exciting than she could ever have 
imagined. Sensations began surging through her cunny as Sally's fingers 
moved round and round, toying with her butt. 

Harriet knew she should back away from the girl and force her to remove her 
hands from her naked body. What she was allowing her to do was 
wrong-horribly wrong. Harriet stood trembling like a helpless deer, however, 
unable to move to stop what was happening. For one thing, she was afraid to 
do anything that might hurt Sally's feelings. She liked Sally, and besides 
that, she knew that Sally could make her or break her on her new job. To 
reject what the girl was doing to her would cause hard feelings and might 
even start a war between them that only Harriet, being the newest employee, 
could lose. More than that, however, Harriet could not make Sally stop 
because she was actually enjoying the delightful sensations shooting through 
her body as the girl's fingers traced around her naked skin, caressing her 
expertly. 

Sally's fingers moved around to the front of Harriet's body and on to her 
belly. "First of all, there's the tips," Sally said, running her fingers 
around Harriet's navel. "You keep them, of course. Don't give them to the 
cashier like some of the new girls do. Put them in your pocket." 

"Oooohhhh!" Harriet gasped as Sally's fingers moved up to her tits, and 
began fondling her nipples. 

Sally smiled. "You're the prettiest girl to come here in a long time. I hope 
you stay that way." 

Harriet threw her a puzzled look, but Sally did not elaborate. Instead, she 
said, "Next, there's the money for the 100-mile coffee." 

"The wh-what?" Harriet asked, moaning as Sally's gently-massaging fingers 
began moving down toward her midsection. 

Sally laughed. "10-mile coffee. That's what the truckers call our coffee. 
After they eat, they sit around talking with each other, and they drink 
gallons of it. The first cup they drink shows up on the bill, but the money 
for the cups they drink after that is collected separately. Put it in your 
pocket." 

"But that would be stealing!" Harriet said. 

"All the girls do it," Sally said. "If you don't do it, they'll get the idea 
that you think you're better than them, and they'll really make it rough on 
you. You have to stick that coffee money in your pocket, understand?" 

"B-but-" 

"Just act like it's tip money," Sally said. 

"Ooooohhhhh!" Harriet gasped uncontrollably. Sally's fingers were down to 
her cunt, and the girl was running her fingertips right through her pubic 
hair. 

"Another thing," Sally went on, "when the place get real crowded, if one of 
the drivers gives you the exact change for his meal, stick the green stamps 
in your pocket." 

"G-green stamps?" Harriet was trembling so hard that her tits were shaking. 
Slowly, but firmly, Sally hooked her fingers inside her crack and spread her 
cunny open. The young girl stared eagerly at the exposed pink interior of 
Harriet's slit, and licked her lips. 

"What are green stamps?" Harriet asked, certain that Sally didn't mean the 
trading stamps given out by stores. 

"That's what the truckers call money," Sally said. "They've got a lingo all 
their own. You'll get used to it after a while." 

"You want me to s-steal the money they pay for food?" Harriet asked. 

"When the place gets real crowded, who's going to miss one check out of a 
dozen?" Sally asked. "All the girls do it. It's the only way we can make 
ends meet with a job like this." 

Harriet could scarcely believe her ears. Sally was actually proposing that 
she become a thief. 

"If you knew how much money this restaurant takes in during a single day, 
you'd be shocked," Sally said. "The owner is getting rich." 

"Bob Hartman is the owner?" 

Sally shook her head and drew a finger down the inside of Harriet's pussy 
crack, making Harriet squirm uncontrollably. "He works for the owner just 
like we do. That's why Bob never says anything if he happens to notice one 
of us girls pocketing a little money. He knows we're underpaid. As long as 
we don't do it too open so that he can't ignore it, he's all for us. He even 
pockets some of the money himself." 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh, Sally!" Harriet moaned with delight. Sally's finger was 
slowly pushing its way right up inside her cunt. 

"The fuckin' owner comes around every night at midnight to collect the 
take," Sally said, pushing her finger all the way up inside Harriet's 
tight-gripping pussy. "It's disgusting, Harriet. They take in all that 
money, making us work like slaves for it, and we don't even get two bucks an 
hour. We kill ourselves making a profit for them -then we never see any of 
that profit. I've got two little kids at home, and my old man skipped out on 
me a long time ago. I could never support myself and my kids on the pay they 
give me. Even with the tips, I couldn't make it." 

"Why don't you get a job that pays better?" 

Sally laughed bitterly. "Where? You just finished looking for a job. It's 
hard enough for a woman with no special skills to get a decent job even when 
things are good, but the way the economy is right now-" Sally bit her lip. 
"I guess I sound bitter, and I suppose I am. I'm just tired of seeing all 
the rich bastards in this country working people like you and me to the bone 
and raking in all the money. They work us till we're all worn out, and then 
what happens to us? Who could even begin to make ends meet these days with 
nothing but just social security to live on?" 

Harriet threw her head back, and with her eyes closed tight, she moaned 
loudly. Sally's finger was sawing in and out of her cunt. The girl was 
actually fucking her with her finger. The feelings that shot out from her 
pussy made Harriet's head spin dizzily. She scarcely heard a word Sally was 
saying. 

"That's what they do to us, you know," Sally said. "They wear us out. Once 
we start getting old, or lose our good looks, or get sick, they kick us out. 
Suddenly all the years we spent slaving for them don't matter. All the money 
we earned for them is in the bank, drawing interest for them, and we're left 
with nothing." 

"Uuummmppphhh! Aaaggghhh!" Harriet began bucking her hips, driving her 
aching cunt on and off of Sally's probing finger. 

"That's why we gotta take our share of the profits now-while we're working 
for them," Sally went on, her eyes shining bitterly. "If we just do our work 
like zombies and count on them doin' what's right when the time comes, we 
deserve everything we get." 

"Mmmppphhh! Gggnnnpphhh!" Harriet opened her eyes wide and stared down, 
watching Sally's finger slide in and out of her hot, pulsing pussy. The 
sensations shooting up from between her legs mounted higher and higher. 

Sally looked up into her eyes, and the hard lines on her forehead softened 
when she saw the excited expression on Harriet's face. Pulling her finger 
slowly out of Harriet's steaming cunt, Sally spread her pussy lips apart 
with her fingers, moved her face forward, and wet her lips. 

Harriet stared down wide-eyed, scarcely able to believe her eyes. Surely 
Sally was not going to do that to her? Just the thought of it gave Harriet 
goosebumps. Sally's tongue moved out, aiming straight for the exposed pink 
interior of her cunt. 

"S-Sally? Ohhh! Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" Harriet squirmed with delight. The hot wet 
tongue of her fellow waitress was drawing right up the inside of her crack. 
When the tip of her tongue reached Harriet's clitoris, Sally began flicking 
it up and down. The sensations that shot through Harriet's quivering 
clitoris were electric. Never had she known such excitement. 

"Mmmnnn! Uuuummmmnnnn!" Sally moaned eagerly as she worked her tongue 
expertly, lapping up a storm down between Harriet's widespread legs. She 
wrapped one arm around Harriet's body, toying with her naked buttocks. Her 
fingers were all over Harriet's trembling legs. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! What are you doing to me? Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped with 
delight. She bucked her hips steadily, driving her tingling clit on and off 
the eagerly lapping tongue wedged up her crack. It seemed impossible that 
another girl could provide her with such intense pleasure -yet it was 
happening. 

The muffled sound of semis roaring past on the highway outside the 
restaurant filled Harriet's ears, and then-suddenly-she heard a high-pitched 
moan. 

She opened her eyes wide. The moan had come from inside the building. 
Harriet stared down at Sally, but the young girl did not even budge. She was 
still eating out Harriet's cunt as though nothing at all had happened. 
Harriet strained her ears, trying to hear any additional noises that might 
tell her what had happened. There was only silence, save for the trucks on 
the highway and the loud chatter and clamor inside the restaurant eating 
area. 

Closing her eyes, Harriet gave herself back to the beautiful sensations 
shooting through her body. It must have been her imagination, she decided. 

"Mmmnnn! Uuummmppphhh!" Sally was licking up a storm down between her legs. 
Looking down, Harriet gasped. Sally had one hand up under her dress, and 
Harriet could tell by the movements of the girl's wrist that Sally was 
masturbating. She was actually finger-fucking herself while she licked and 
sucked at Harriet's clit. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped. The hand that Sally was using to caress her 
buttocks was forcing itself right down between her buns. Sally's index 
finger thrust itself out, and proceeded to become wedged deeper and deeper 
inside Harriet's butt. "Ooohhh!" Harriet moaned as the very tip of Sally's 
finger pushed at her butt-hole. "Aaaggghhh!!!" 

Sally worked away at Harriet's body as though in a passionate fury. She 
couldn't seem to get enough of her private, most secret charms. Masturbating 
furiously, Sally licked and sucked at Harriet's pulsing clit as though she 
were a baby sucking on a bottle. At the same time, she worked the index 
finger of her other hand ever deeper up inside Harriet's ass, then began 
twisting it around. The sensations that the combined attack on her pussy and 
her ass caused in Harriet's body were unbelievably good. 

Electric-like waves of pleasure pulsed out in all directions through 
Harriet's body from their point of origin down between her legs. Sally's 
finger was screwed up all the way inside her butt-hole now, and she could 
hear Sally moaning and breathing heavily as she licked and sucked at her 
clit. Sally's body was shaking visibly down below her. Harriet knew that 
Sally, too, was experiencing waves of pleasure rocking through her body. 

' Harriet could scarcely believe how good it felt. Even the things Joe 
Billings had done down between her legs a short time before had not felt 
this good. Sally's tongue licked faster and faster. 

"Oooohhhhh! Uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh!!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Suddenly Harriet's 
cunt exploded. Gigantic waves of pleasure rocked out from her pussy like 
ripples of water moving out from the point where a stone has been thrown in 
calm water. Her whole body shook in spasms and she bucked her hips 
violently. 

"Mmmppphhh! Uuummmnnn! Mmmmnnnn!" Sally moaned loudly and shook like a leaf 
down between Harriet's widespread legs. Her finger sliced in and out of her 
cunt at lightning speed, finger-fucking her cunt furiously while she ate out 
Harriet's cunt. 

Surge after surge of the most pleasant sensations imaginable rocked through 
Harriet's being. Her mind reeled dizzily, giving the impression that the 
whole universe was spinning madly around her. Her innermost being seemed to 
be bursting with joy. 

"Aaahhh! Uuummmppphhh!" Sally's frigging gradually slowed its in-and-out 
sawing motion, and her tongue eased up its pressure on Harriet's clitoris. 
At last Sally completely stopped masturbating, and slowly pulled her finger 
out of her cunt. Drawing back, she removed her tongue completely from 
Harriet's still-tingling bud of pleasure, and rose wearily to sit down on a 
chair. "Ahhh, Harriet, what a cunt," she said, licking her lips. "You were 
delicious." 

Harriet blushed and lowered her eyes. She felt suddenly ashamed. 

Sally threw her a reassuring smile. "Was this your first time with another 
girl?" she asked. 

Harriet nodded, her blush deepening to the point that her face was a deep 
red. 

"Do you like men?" Sally asked. 

"Yes, sure," Harriet said. She raised her eyes to meet Sally's. 

"I suppose you've got a boyfriend?" Sally asked. 

"Yeah," Harriet said, nodding. 

"My ex-husband kinda turned me off on men," Sally said. "I still enjoy 
fucking, but I don't think I could ever love a man again." She studied 
Harriet's face carefully, as though hesitating to go on until she felt sure 
of her ground. "Do you like to fuck?" she asked at last. 

Harriet's face grew a deep crimson. She stammered, but no words would come 
out. 

Sally's eyed widened. "Don't tell me-oh, no- you're not a virgin?" 

Nodding, Harriet lowered her eyes with embarrassment. 

"Ohhh, shit, Bob's really struck pay dirt this time." 

"Wh-what?" Harriet asked, lifting her eyes. 

"Nothin'. Hasn't any guy even ever tried to make it with you?" Sally asked. 

"My b-boyfriend. I w-wouldn't let him." To her surprise, Harriet actually 
felt guilty about being a virgin. It made her seem almost like a snob in 
comparison to the down-to-earth frankness that Sally displayed. "I did let 
him play with my cunt with his fingers today," Harriet hurried to add, "and 
I played with his p-peter." 

"And he lets it go at that?" Sally asked, an amused smile of disbelief on 
her face. 

"He wants me to s-suck him. He-he did make me suck him!" Tears came to 
Harriet's eyes as she remembered the horrible incident in the car. Her 
throat still ached from the brutal assault of Joe Billings' prick. "He 
forced me to give him a blow-job out in the parking lot right before I came 
in to get to work," Harriet said. "It was terrible. A p-policeman came over 
and caught us, then, a whole bunch of truck drivers. I was so ashamed." 

"Some of the truck drivers saw you doing it?" Sally asked. 

Harriet nodded. 

"Oh, oh! You're in for it now," Sally said. "The drivers who saw what you 
did are never going to let you forget it." She eyed Harriet carefully, a 
concerned look on her face. 

"I guess I'd better get dressed," Harriet said, wiping the tears from her 
cheeks with the back of her hand. 

Another moan, this time muffled, echoed down the hallway toward them. They 
could hear it even through the closed door. 

"What's that?" Harriet asked. This time she was sure it was not her 
imagination. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The muffled moan came again, then there was silence. Harriet stared at 
Sally, waiting for an explanation, but Sally did not seem prepared to give 
one. Instead, she seemed a little embarrassed. 

"What was it, Sally?" Harriet asked. "What's going on here?" 

"Honey, if I were you, I'd get back in my dress and get out of here as fast 
as I could," Sally said, staring down at the floor to avoid Harriet's eyes. 

"Why?" Harriet asked, a frown appearing on her forehead. "I don't 
understand." 

"I can't tell you why. Just listen to me. Don't stay here. Get out while you 
can." 

"But I j-just got my job. I can't just leave like that. I w-want to work." 
Harriet was completely confused. She sensed that something was not quite 
right in this place, yet her desire to work, earn money and become 
independent was an overpowering one. Even if she did pack up and leave, 
where could she find another job? It was only through Joe Billings' 
influence that she had landed this job. She hadn't asked Joe how he had 
managed to swing it, but felt sure that he had gone to a great deal of 
trouble. Besides, why should she leave because of the vague reason Sally was 
offering her-simply that she ought to? 

"I can't talk about it, Harriet, but if you have any sense at all, you'll 
listen to me. If you stay, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." 

"I can't leave," Harriet said simply. Her mind was made up. Unless Sally 
could give her some definite reasons for not staying, it would be ridiculous 
to leave. 

Sally studied her face, then frowned. "All right, I'll tell you why," she 
said. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone what I say. If they found 
out I told you. . . ." Sally reached out and took Harriet's hand. "Do you 
know what this place really is, honey?" 

"It's a restaurant." 

"That's what it looks like, all right. The truth is. . . ." Sally let her 
voice trail off as the sound of footsteps came moving up the hallway outside 
to their closed door. "Listen, quick," Sally said. "This is a-" 

Three sharp raps on the door broke off Sally's sentence. 

A look of anguish covered Sally's face. "I can't tell you now," she 
whispered. "I'll get with you later, if we get a chance." 

"You girls about ready?" Bob Hartman asked from outside the door. 

"W-we're ready," Sally said. She got up, squeezed Harriet's hand, then 
released it and headed for the door. When she opened it, Bob Hartman stared 
at her with a look of dead seriousness on his face, then looked over at 
Harriet. 

"Well, you two must have been having a nice chat," he said. He stared 
straight into Harriet's eyes with a hard, dominating glaze that made her 
want to shrink out of sight. "What's Sally been telling you?" he asked. 

"N-nothing," Harriet said, her voice breaking. The friendly tone which had 
been in Bob's voice before was gone now. 

"Nothing? You've been in here over half an hour, and you've talked about 
nothing?" 

"Oh, you know how us girls are," Sally said, moving up quickly and grabbing 
Bob's arm, suddenly acting cheerful. "We can talk for hours and not really 
say anything." 

Bob Hartman, however, seemed to have sensed the tension in the air from the 
moment he stepped into the room. He forced a cold smile and beckoned for 
Harriet to move up to join them. "Come on, then," he said, his voice hard. 
"Let's get our new little girl put to work and see how she likes it." He 
slapped Harriet on the rump as she passed and moved into the hallway before 
him. "Nice legs," he said, eyeing Harriet's legs appraisingly as she walked 
before him. "And a nice butt, too." 

It was a rush period in the restaurant. Big, masculine truck-drivers filled 
the dining area and were packed at the counter. The room was filled with a 
thick layer of cigarette smoke and the sound of music from the juke box was 
all but drowned out by the clamor of voices. 

Even before she was completely inside the dining area, one of the huge truck 
drivers at a table before her raised his head, let his eyes pop open, and 
grinned. "Hey, fellows, it's the girl in the car I was telling you about," 
he boomed. "She's the one who was giving her boyfriend a blow-job!" 

The drivers at the table adjacent to the loudmouthed driver all looked up at 
Harriet and evil grins covered their faces. The noise in the room slowly 
ebbed away as everyone present turned to see what was happening. 

Harriet's face turned a bright shade of red. She turned, stammering, to face 
Bob Hartman, afraid of what he would think about her. To her shock, the grin 
covering Bob's face was even broader than those of the truck drivers. 
"What's this, Harriet?" he asked. 

"She was suckin' on her boyfriend's prick," the driver boomed. "A whole 
bunch of us guys saw her do it. She sucked him till he came." 

Bob Hartman just laughed. "Well, well, who would have ever guessed?" 

"Hey, baby," the driver said, "How's about taking me in back there and 
giving me a little of the same?" 

Sally brushed past Harriet and grinned. "By the time she found it," Sally 
said, "it would be time for her to go home." 

"Ooohhh!" There was a loud moan from the other drivers, but the driver she 
had put in place only grinned. 

"That's all right," he said. "When she finally does find it, she'll like it 
so much she'll want to take it home with her." 

"That might be," Sally retorted. "If she saves up enough of them just like 
yours, she might have enough to be able to do something." Sally grabbed 
Harriet's hand and pulled her on past the trucker's table. "Come on, honey, 
I'll show you around." 

As easily as that, the fact that Harriet had sucked on her boyfriend's cock 
was accepted by everyone. Harriet could scarcely believe what little effect 
it seemed to have. The only difference was that most of the truck drivers in 
the room were now eyeing her keenly, their eyes sparkling with interest. 

"This is the kitchen," Sally said, pulling Harriet through a pair of 
swinging doors into the steam-filled room. A young boy wearing Levi's, a 
sweat-drenched T-shirt, and a soiled white apron turned from a stove full of 
pots and pans and nodded. 

"This is Billy," Sally said, introducing the young boy to Harriet. "Billy's 
kind of the jack-of-all-trades around here. Whenever anyone's sick, he fills 
in for them. He's only sixteen-years-old, but don't let that fool you. He's 
full of ideas, aren't you, Billy?" 

Billy grinned and stared down at Harriet's legs, then drew his eyes slowly 
up her body. His eyes hesitated on the shape of her thrust out tits a 
moment, then dropped back down to focus in between her legs. 

"He's a little obvious about it, too," Sally said. "Just make him keep his 
hands off you, and you'll be all right." 

Bob Hartman burst in the door behind Sally and Harriet. "Come on, Billy," he 
said. "Let's get a move on. We've got a lot of customers out there." 

"Shit, Mr. Hartman, I'm hurrying." 

Bob Hartman smiled at Harriet. "Our regular cook is sick," he explained, 
"and Billy is filling in for him. Come on, Billy, get a move on." 

"Listen, could one of you girls give me a hand?" Bob asked. "We're running 
out of dishes. We need someone to wash up a few." 

Sally wrinkled up her nose, but Harriet stepped quickly forward. "I'll help 
him." When she saw the glance Sally threw her, she quickly added, "After 
what just happened out there, I can't bear the idea of going back in, not 
just yet." 

Bob Hartman grinned. "Don't worry about that," he said, "but I appreciate 
your offer to help. Come on Sally." 

Harriet flinched as she saw the way Bob Hartman grabbed Sally's arm and 
pulled her out the door. "I want to talk to you a minute, Sally," he said. 
Sally's eyes were wide with terror. "What happened out there, anyway," Billy 
said, when he and Harriet were alone. "I heard all the drivers laughing." 

"N-nothin'," Harriet said, blushing as she moved over to a sink full of 
dirty dishes and turned on the hot water. 

"I heard them say somethin' about a blow-job," Billy said. "Were they 
talkin' about you?" 

Harriet's blush deepened. "All right," she said weakly. "You'll probably 
hear about it anyway. A bunch of the drivers caught me and my boyfriend in 
our car." 

"You were giving him a blow-job?" 

Harriet turned her head quickly and remained silent, but her silence was as 
good as a confession. 

"Awww, shit, you were giving him one, weren't you? I wish I could get some 
girl to give me a blow-job." 

He hurried over to where Harriet was thrusting her hands down into the sink 
full of dishes and beginning to scrub up a plate. 

"W-would you give me one?" he asked, his voice full of eagerness. 

The shock of what he was proposing made Harriet drop the plate. She grabbed 
for it quickly, but it fell back into the sink. To her relief, it did not 
break. 

"You can give me a real quick one right now," the boy said. "No one will 
know. Jeez, I'm startin' to get hard just thinkin' about it." 

Harriet was blushing and she stared nervously down the front of the youth's 
body. She could tell by the quivering bulge in the front of his pants that 
he was telling the truth. He had an erection, or nearly so. The outline of 
his cock was plain to see, and even as she watched, it jerked and stiffened 
up yet more. He reached down and rubbed his stiffening prick. Harriet gasped 
as he pressed his fingers down on either side of his growing dick, making it 
stand out even more clearly in his pants. 

"Stop it, Billy," she said. "Someone might come in." 

"Naw, they're too busy out there," he said. "You heard what Mr. Hartman 
said. The place is swarmin' with customers. Come on, Harriet, suck me a 
little. I want to know what it feels like." 

"No!" Harriet said firmly. "Now you'd better get back to work, Billy. If Mr. 
Hartman comes back in here and finds out you're not workin', he'll fire 
you." 

"He won't fire me," Billy said proudly. "I know too much." 

Harriet stared at the youth as she ran a dish-rag slowly round and round the 
plate she was washing. She held it out under the faucet to rinse it off, 
then stuck it on a drain board to dry. 

"You know you're doing that all wrong, don't you?" Billy asked. "You'll be 
in here all night if you try to wash the dishes like that." 

"All right!" Harriet exploded, throwing down her dishrag. "Just how am I 
supposed to wash them." 

"You're supposed to use the dishwasher," Billy said, an amused look on his 
face. "Here, let me show you!" He reached out past Harriet toward the sink 
full of dishes. His hand accidentally touched her dress, rubbing against it 
and causing it to lift up, exposing the lower portion of her naked buttocks 
to his view. "Awww, wow! You aren't wearin' any panties!" 

Harriet slapped the boy's hand away from her creamy buns and pushed her 
dress down. To her dismay, the bulge in his pants was completely hard now, 
and his cock was throbbing violently between his legs. 

"I don't know why all you girls think you're so goody-goody," Billy said, a 
look of disappointment on his face. "I'm not poison, you know. The things 
you have to do back there. . . ." He let his voice trail off and waved to 
the backside of the building. 

"What things?" Harriet asked, turning and staring at him. 

Billy lowered his gaze to stare at her sharply outlined breasts, and he 
licked his lips. "Suck my cook and I'll tell you." 

"I'm not going to suck your cock!" 

Billy studied her face a minute, and the frown on his face relaxed. "You 
really don't know what's going on here, do you?" 

Harriet was becoming more frustrated by the minute. What was happening in 
this restaurant that was so embarrassing that no one could talk about it? 

"Everyone knows that you were caught in that car sucking on your boyfriend's 
cock, don't they, Harriet?" Billy asked, his eyes shining. 

Harriet blushed and tried to turn away, but Billy caught her shoulder and 
forced her to turn and face him. 

"H-he made me do it," Harriet said. 

"That's not what everyone thinks," Billy said. "They all think you like to 
suck cock." 

"No"' Harriet grabbed a dishtowel and dried her hands. "Leave me alone, 
Billy!" 

"Are you gonna suck my cock?" 

"No!" 

"If you suck it, I won't tell anyone, I promise. But if you don't suck it, 
then I'm gonna go out there and tell everyone that you did!" 

"B-Billy, what are you saying?" Harriet stared at the youth with a shocked 
look on her face. 

"I wonder what Mr. Hartman will say when I tell him?" Billy asked. He turned 
and headed away from Harriet toward the door that led into the outer dining 
area. "I'll tell him you just couldn't keep your hands off me-that you kept 
begging me to let you suck my cock, then finally backed me into a corner, 
pulled down my pants, and did it anyway, even after I told you not to." 

"Billy, stop! Come back here!" Billy turned and grinned at her. "You can't 
t-tell him a lie like that," Harriet said desperately. "He'd fire me!" That 
was honestly what Harriet believed would happen. It was already too good to 
believe that he hadn't fired her after she was caught in the parking lot 
sucking on Joe Billings' prick. Now, if Billy told him she was actually 
seducing the teen-age help in the kitchen during working hours, making him 
drop his pants and sucking him off, it would be unpardonable. Worst of all, 
though it was a lie, Bob Hartman would believe Billy because of what had 
happened in the parking lot. She would surely be fired. 

"Well, will you do it to me?" Billy asked, smiling innocently. 

"Y-yes," Harriet said weakly. She had no choice. If she didn't do as Billy 
asked, she would lose her job. Worse yet, everyone would really believe that 
she had sucked him off, and her reputation would be ruined. It was one thing 
to engage in such an act with your boyfriend, but quite another to do it 
with an underage boy less than twenty minutes after she had met him. 

Billy grinned victoriously and moved toward her. Harriet shook her head 
sadly. It was ironic. To keep Billy from spreading a lie about an act she 
didn't commit, she was actually being forced to commit that very act. 

Billy moved right up in front of her and spread his legs. "All right," he 
said, beaming at her happily. "Take my pants down." 

Harriet reached out toward the top of the boy's pants with her hands. Her 
fingers were shaking so hard she could scarcely control them. She could see 
the hard outline of Billy's pecker throbbing harder than ever. Tears of 
anguish filled her eyes. Her throat was still raw and sore from having 
sucked on her boyfriend's cock less than an hour ago, and now she was being 
forced to repeat the act on a boy she didn't even know. 

"Ohhh, this is gonna be great," Billy said, staring down while Harriet 
unbuckled his belt. "I wanna play with you, too. I'll mess around with your 
pussy with my fingers while you suck me." 

Harriet gave a little shiver of disgust. The idea of sucking on the boy's 
penis was revolting to her. To add to her disgust, she felt a glowing 
sensation beginning to grow in her pussy once again. No matter how much her 
brain hated what she was about to do, her body was growing excited at the 
prospect of engaging in sex with the sixteen-year-old boy. Billy reached out 
and pulled up her short dress, completely exposing her butt and cunny, and 
the glowing sensation between her legs grew even stronger. 

"Ahhh, man, you're beautiful," Billy said. "I just wish we had time to 
fuck." 

Harriet unsnapped the top of Billy's Levi's, then slowly pulled down his 
zipper. The front of his pants spread open, exposing the white cotton briefs 
beneath. His cock was outlined plainer than ever beneath the thin underpants 
he was wearing. There was a wet sticky spot right where his cockhead was 
pressing. 

"Go ahead," Billy said, running his fingers around over Harriet's naked 
bottom. "Push 'em clear down to the floor." 

Harriet obeyed. Her excitement was growing, and her eyes were actually 
shining in anticipation of seeing the boy's erection. She bit her lips and 
blushed with shame. Hooking her thumbs in the top of his Levi's, she pushed 
down, peeling them clear down his long, slender legs and forcing them down 
to his ankles. His cock jerked and quivered beneath his thin briefs. 

Harriet stared at the outline of his pulsing prick, freezing up, unable to 
move. 

"G-go on," Billy urged. "Pull 'em down and suck me." 

Harriet buried her face in her hands and sobbed helplessly. "I can't," she 
moaned. "Ohhh, God, don't make me do it!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"You gotta do it to me," Billy said. His eyes shining with excitement. 
"Hurry up, before someone comes in." 

Harriet, still sobbing, removed her hands from her face. Reaching out, she 
grasped Billy's briefs and pushed them down. His cock and balls sprang out 
before her face. His hard-on was hard and red and throbbing violently. The 
veins in the sides of it pulsed full of feverish blood. Harriet jerked the 
boy's briefs clear down around his ankles and closed her eyes, unable to 
look at the big prick between his legs which she must next take into her 
mouth. 

"Ohhhh!" Billy shivered and moaned with delight. "Get down on your knees and 
suck me! Quick!" 

Harriet obeyed, feeling completely defeated. Dropping to her knees, she 
opened her eyes and stared blankly at the boy's excited sexual organs. 

His balls hung round and full of sperm at the base of his pulsing staff. 
Reaching forward, she grasped the stem of the boy's cock and moved her lips 
forward. 

Billy stared down with wide, shining eyes. His legs trembled around 
Harriet's face. His cock throbbed hotly against her fingers. Harriet brushed 
her lips over the very tip of his peter, hesitating to make the deadly 
plunge. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, do it, please!" 

Her lips parted, then moved down atop his organ, taking the head of it into 
the hot wetness of her mouth. She licked out with her tongue, rolling the 
tip of it around his cockhead, then lapped at the sensitive underneath side 
of his shaft. 

"Aaaggghhh! Ohhhhhh, Jeez! Uuummmnnn, it feels good!" Billy's whole body 
shook uncontrollably as slowly, but surely, Harriet's mouth pushed down over 
his peter, taking in inch after inch. Soon a full three-fourths of his hot, 
boy cock were solidly in her mouth, and she was licking his prick all over. 

"S-suck me!" he urged. 

Harriet began sucking. She wanted to get the disgusting act over with as 
soon as possible. She created such a powerful vacuum with her mouth that the 
skin of his dick was literally pulled up over his cockhead. His prick pulsed 
hard against her tongue, and his pre-seminal fluids began oozing up his 
shaft, then spilled out his pisshole onto her tongue. 

"Mmmppphhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" Billy was wild with excitement. He grabbed 
Harriet's head and pushed and pulled, forcing her lips to slide up and down 
the length of his long, hot hard-on. 

"Mmmnnn! Uuummmppphhh!" It was all Harriet could do to keep from choking. 
She relaxed her throat so that his quivering rod could slide down into her 
mouth completely. Somehow she managed to keep breathing as his solid 
six-inches slid in and out of her mouth again and again. His whole cock grew 
wet and slippery from her saliva and from the sticky fluids spilling out his 
pee-hole. 

"P-play with yourself, too," Billy ordered, "and play with my butt." 

Harriet wanted to die with embarrassment. It was bad enough to be forced to 
service the boy in this fashion. Now he was actually ordering her to 
masturbate before his eyes. 

"Do what I say," Billy said, "or I'll tell them everything!" 

Harriet moaned in despair. As before, she had no choice. Raising up her 
dress so Billy could see everything she had, she thrust her right hand up 
between her legs and began massaging her cunny. She wrapped her legs tightly 
around her hand, thrusting her index finger right up inside her pulsing 
pussy slit. Her left hand moved around behind the boy and she ran her 
fingers lightly over his exposed buns. 

"Uuummmnnn! Oooohhhh, that's good! S-stick your finger right up in my butt!" 

Harriet sucked harder on the boy's hot prick, determined to bring him off as 
soon as possible and put an end to his sadistic orders. She pushed her hand 
down inside his asscrack, and forced the end of her index finger up against 
his brown, puckered butt-hole. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhhh!" Billy moaned with delight. "Ohhh, man, that 
feels good! Ohhh, yeah, keep suckin' me just like that! It feels great!" 

She kept moving her finger in and out of her cunt, and the sensations began 
building up in her pussy in spite of her disgust at what he was forcing her 
to do. She nudged her thumb up over her clitoris, then began massaging the 
little love muscle seriously with her thumb, moaning with pleasure at the 
feelings being created there. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Unghhh!" Billy bucked his hips slowly, driving his quivering 
erection in and out of her mouth. His balls pushed against her chin with 
each forward plunge of his body. With each backward pull he made, her lips 
clung to his peter skin, drawing it clear up around his dickhead and making 
him moan with pleasure. 

"Nnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped, almost gagging on his long peter stem. It was 
swelling up and seemed to have grown even longer. It was all she could do to 
take it all in her throat when he pushed his groin up against her mouth. 

"T-take my balls in your mouth, too!" He ordered. 

Harriet moaned in protest, but Billy grabbed her hair and pulled till she 
squealed her consent. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she pressed 
her face forward and took in his sperm swollen sacs. She closed her lips 
around them, straining around her mouthful of hot teen-age genitals. Her 
mouth was crammed full of Billy's peter and balls. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh, God, that's good!" Billy said. His legs trembled violently on 
either side of Harriet's cock-and-ball crammed mouth. 

Harriet lapped her tongue out at his peter skin, licking at every square 
inch of genitals stuffed inside her mouth. At the same time she sucked on 
the boy's cock as hard as she could, making his body quake with excitement. 
She pushed harder with the index finger inside his asscrack, forcing the 
whole tip of her finger to push down inside his butt-hole. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, shit! Uuummmnnn!" Billy moaned and trembled, not knowing 
what to do with his body. He could no longer buck his hips, not with his 
balls stuffed inside Harriet's face. 

She pushed harder with her finger, forcing the whole upper half of it to 
slide up his ass. 

"Uuuummmmpppphhhh!" Billy squealed with delight. He stared down, watching 
Harriet lick and suck at his peter and balls. Her face was stuffed full of 
his maleness. 

Slowly Harriet began pushing and pulling with her index finger, working it 
in and out of the boy's tight asshole. She twisted it around at the same 
time, and worked it ever deeper. With each extra half-inch of penetration, 
the boy's excitement grew, until at least he was in a frenzy as she began 
massaging his prostate gland with her fingertip. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh, wow, what are you doin' to me? Uuunnnggghhh, it feels good!" 

Harriet worked her fingers fast and furious down between her legs while she 
sucked the boy and played with his butt. Waves of pleasure wafted up from 
her pussy, moving through her entire body. She felt weak-then exhilarated. 
She lost all control of her body. 

Billy gasped, then his eyes opened wide and his whole body stiffened. He 
stared down at Harriet with a beautiful expression of disbelief on his face. 
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, no! It's buildin' up! I'm gettin' ready to-OOOHHH-IT'S 
CUMMING! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" 

The boy's cock swelled up bigger than ever in her mouth, and Harriet felt it 
pulse hot and hard against her tongue, then jerk in spasms. She could 
actually feel the sperm moving up through his jerking shaft, then suddenly 
he was exploding in her mouth. 

"Uuuunnnngggghhhh! Ohhhhh, it feels good! AAAGGGHHH!" Moaning, then gasping, 
Billy began bucking his hips, pulling his balls out of Harriet's mouth with 
a loud plop. His emptying testicles slapped against her chin again and again 
as he drove his spewing peter in and out of her wildly sucking mouth. 

Harriet closed her eyes and moaned while she sucked, giving herself in 
completely to the beautiful sensations shooting up from between her legs 
where her fingers were massaging up a storm. She moaned in ecstasy, and 
drove her index clear up inside Billy's butt as far as it would go. 

Billy squirmed uncontrollably, caught between her finger up his butt and her 
mouth around his prick. With each backward lunge he made, his ass embedded 
itself on her finger. With each forward plunge, his hard, quivering pole 
thrust its way completely down inside her throat and shot out another glob 
of semen. She sucked him until there was no more semen to be had and forced 
him to push her head away. 

"Ahhhhh, Jeez, what a suck," Billy exclaimed. "That was b-beautiful." He 
pulled her finger out of his ass and fell back against the wall, looking 
down at his drained erection as it throbbed wet and slippery-looking down 
between his legs. His balls almost ached from the tongue job she had given 
him. 

Harriet rose slowly, pulling her fingers from between her legs and pushing 
her short dress down. In spite of her resentment at being forced to suck off 
the young boy, she could not hold back a smile when she saw the exhausted 
expression on his face. He was too tired to even pull up his pants. She did 
it for him, jerking up his underpants around his waist to hide his drained 
erection, then yanking up his pants and fastening them. 

They had scarcely set back to work when the door swung open and Bob Hartman 
stuck in his head. "Harriet, could you come out and lend us a hand? We're 
swamped out here." 

Harriet nodded, wiped her hands on a dish-towel, and headed out into the 
dining room. 

"You take that section of room over there," Bob Hartman said. "Go to it, 
baby!" He handed her a pad of blank order forms and sent her to work with a 
sharp slap on the butt. 

A good dozen of the truck drivers who had been present when Harriet had been 
labeled as a cock-sucker were still present. They eyed her with evil grins 
as she moved from table to table, taking orders, then began delivering trays 
of food. Time and time again, she was forced to slap away a hand which 
strayed over to land on her leg, or even to slide up under the back of her 
dress and touch her naked butt. 

Sally worked busily in the section of the restaurant next to Harriet's. As 
Harriet scooped up the first of her tips, Sally nudged her elbow. "Stick it 
in your pocket," she said, "and watch me when I collect my bill at this next 
table." 

Harriet watched carefully out of the corner of her eye, and saw Sally 
collect for the bills of four truckers sitting together next to a window. 
What Sally did next was so smoothly executed that even Harriet had 
difficulty spotting it, and she knew what she was looking for. On her way to 
the counter to deposit the receipts and the cash, she deftly slipped one of 
the bills and the money she had received to pay it into her pocket. On her 
way back to the table to give the other three truckers their change, Sally 
threw Harriet a wink. 

Harriet worked on in a frenzy, trying to keep up with the procession of 
truckers who came and went. She caught Sally in the act of slipping the cash 
for several more meals into her pocket as the evening wore on, and she 
studied the way Sally wiggled her butt, or even bent over to expose part of 
her panty-less buttocks to drive the truck drivers wild and increase the 
size of the tips they left. Looking around the room, Harriet saw that all 
the other waitresses were doing exactly the same thing. They even allowed 
the truck drivers' hands to wander up inside their dresses and stay there 
long enough so that the men could really get a good feel. 

Sally moved past Harriet on her way to the counter with an order. "Come on, 
Harriet," she whispered. "Get with it. The other girls are startin' to talk 
about you." 

Harriet, feeling slightly ridiculous, obliged by proceeding to wriggle her 
ass as she made her way in and out of the tables. The effect her 
ass-wiggling had, however, was amazing. The men gaped at her rear end until 
their eyes seemed to pop out of their heads, and they nudged one another and 
made coarse remarks. The tips Harriet was receiving went up immediately, but 
so did the activity of the straying hands that found their way up inside her 
dress. 

Harriet shivered with disgust each time one of the big drivers laid his 
hands upon her, but somehow she was able to endure their pawing and managed 
to slip away before any of them could get their hands far enough up her 
dress to actually feel up her cunt. 

"Hey, honey, how about going out in back with me for awhile?" 

"Come on, sweetie, I hear you like to suck cock. I've got a nice big one for 
you." 

Harriet could scarcely believe how vulgar the men could become. Her nerves 
began wearing thinner and thinner. The noise and the confusion, and the 
relentless attack by pawing hands on her legs made her want to cry. It 
seemed to Harriet that if one more man slipped his hand up her dress to feel 
up her ass, she would scream. 

Apparently the expression on her face was a dead giveaway as to how she was 
feeling, because Sally seemed to grow more and more concerned as she watched 
Harriet work. 

"Calm down, honey," Sally whispered. "Relax. Your shift's almost over. It's 
ten till three." 

"If one more man touches me, I think I'll explode," Harriet said. 

A brawny truck driver pushed back of her on his way to the rear of the 
restaurant, and he pushed his hand right up the back of Harriet's dress as 
he passed and felt up her ass. "Nice," he said. 

Harriet grit her teeth and shivered with rage as he passed on by, followed 
by one of the other waitresses. 

"I can't stand anymore!" Harriet moaned. Sally shrugged. "Remember what I 
told you, kid. Get out while you can." 

"Quit?" Harriet asked. 

Another truck driver got up and walked between her and Sally, on his way to 
the rear of the building. 

Sally nodded toward the truck driver as he walked down the dark hallway 
through which Sally had led Harriet to get dressed earlier in the evening.. 

"What?" Harriet asked. So a truck driver had got up to go to the restroom. 
What was the big deal? 

Another waitress headed toward the rear of the building, and disappeared 
down the dark hallway. 

"Ohhh, I'm beat," Harriet said. "Listen," Sally said. "Don't you see what's 
going on?" 

Harriet stared at Sally curiously. She was growing tired of this guessing 
game. All she wanted was for the clock to turn to three o'clock so she could 
get out of the stale cigarette smoke and the noise and be with Joe. 

"I'm tellin' you you'd better leave while you can," Sally said. She started 
to say more, but then Bob Hartman was heading toward them with a frown on 
his face. "Problems?" he asked, moving up before Sally could utter another 
word. 

Sally shook her head and grinned. "Our new friend is beat," she said. "Why 
don't you let her off early?" 

Bob smiled. "O.K., Harriet. Take the rest of the evening off." 

Harriet breathed a sigh of relief. Actually she had only five more minutes 
to work, but the thought of even thirty seconds more amidst the groping 
hands and the noise and the smoke was almost more than she could endure. She 
nodded, and headed for the back of the restaurant to change into her street 
clothes. 

Passing along the corridor to the room where she had left her clothing, she 
noticed that three of the doors to the little bedrooms along the sides were 
closed. 

She heard a low grunting noise coming from behind one of the doors as she 
hurried on past, anxious to get dressed and get out into the fresh night 
air. She unfastened her dress and pulled it off her head, then picked up her 
clothing. Standing there stark naked, she heard heavy footsteps moving up 
the hallway toward her. . Harriet moved toward the door to slam it shut, but 
suddenly, before she could reach it, a big truck driver was pushing his way 
in. His eyes opened wide when he saw Harriet standing there nude, her 
breasts swelling up in the air, her dark patch of cunny hair gleaming in the 
light of the room. 

"G-get out!" she ordered. 

The truck driver pushed his way in and grabbed her. His hands were all over 
her in an instant and he was planting hard kisses all over her lips. "Come 
on, honey, give me a little!" 

"No! Leave me alone!" Harriet struck out at the big man with her fists and 
kicked his shins with her feet. 

The big man thrust a calloused hand down between her legs and wedged a thick 
finger up inside her cunt. "Let's go into one of the bedrooms, babe. I'll 
make it worth your while!" 

"Let me go!" Harriet screamed and flailed at the big man with her fists. 

The man's index finger forced its way clear up inside Harriet's pussy tube 
and he began twisting it around savagely. 

"I said-let me go! I MEAN IT!!!" Harriet brought up her knee hard right into 
the man's crotch. He stumbled back, doubling up in pain. Harriet quickly 
pulled her dress over her head and, not even bothering to pull on her 
panties, ran out of the room and down the hallway, her heart pounding. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

To Harriet's dismay, Joe was not waiting in the parking lot. She lit up a 
cigarette and leaned against the building while she waited for him to 
arrive. Two truck drivers, walking around their semi to inspect the wheels, 
glanced over at her, then grinned at one another. Harriet braced herself as 
they moved in her direction. 

The headlights of a car came down the highway. Harriet held her breath, 
praying it was Joe, but the car zoomed right on past. The two truck drivers 
were upon her now. 

"Hey, sweetie, whatcha doin'?" 

Harriet turned away from the men, hoping that ignoring them would make them 
go away. She was not to be so lucky. 

"Come on over behind the truck with us, honey." 

Harriet turned and threw the men a burning gaze. "I'm waitin' for my 
boyfriend," she said. 

"Yeah, sure baby, but while you're waitin'..." One of the drivers reached 
out and grabbed Harriet's arms. 

"Let me go!" Harriet wrenched her arm free and edged away along the side of 
the building. Another set of headlights appeared on the highway. This time 
the car slowed down, and to her relief, turned off into the parking lot, its 
light illuminating her and the two drivers. 

Joe Billings pulled his car to a halt with a screech, kicking up gravel, and 
leaned his head out the window and grinned. "Harriet?" 

The two truck drivers backed away still grinning, and Harriet ran for the 
car, her heart pounding as she slid in onto the seat beside Joe and clung to 
him desperately. 

"Take me home," she said. "This place is a jungle. All anyone thinks about 
around here is sex." 

Joe headed the car back out onto the highway and steered it down the road 
toward town. "What's the matter, honey?" 

"It's terrible," Harriet said. "You wouldn't believe the things that go on 
in there." 

"You know?" Joe asked, dropping his hand down and running it up her leg. 

"I know that those truck drivers in there can't keep their hands off me. You 
should have seen them, Joe. They stick their hands right up inside my 
dress." 

"I know, baby. Stick with it, you'll get used to Harriet stiffened as his 
hand reached her cunt. He muttered with surprise when his fingers touched 
bare cunt hair, but said nothing about the fact that she no longer had on 
her panties. 

"I was hoping you'd be mad," Harriet said. "Do you like the idea of guys 
touchin' me like that?" 

"I don't have any hold on you, Harriet. I've already told you that. I'm not 
ready to settle down, so I can't make any claims on you." 

"You'd let me have sex with another man?" 

Joe shrugged. "Let's not talk about it, honey, and, speaking of sex, I've 
been thinking about what you did to me in the car ever since I dropped you 
off." 

Harriet blushed. "You didn't give me much choice," she said. 

"I want you to do it with me again." 

"All right," she answered, surprising even herself. "I don't want to spend 
the night alone. If you'll come home with me, I'll do it to you. The house 
is so lonely when Daddy's on the road that I can't stand it." 

"You're askin' me to go to bed with you?" 

Harriet's blush deepened. "Y-yes, but all I'm going to do is suck your 
dick." 

Joe grinned at her. "Sure, baby, sure." He wedged his index finger down 
inside her cunt-slit and began twisting it around and working it in and out. 

"Ohhh, Joe, I'm so tired." Harriet leaned back and closed her eyes, sighing 
wearily. 

"Hey, baby, don't fizzle out on me now, not after what you just promised 
me." 

"I won't," she promised. "I want to suck you." To her surprise, it was true. 
After being pawed all night by strangers, and being forced to suck on 
Billy's cock, she wanted nothing more than to curl up with the man she 
loved. Her taking Joe's penis in her mouth would be the act to make that 
coupling complete. Looking down, she could see Joe's cock already growing 
hard in his pants in the light from the dashboard. She knew he was excited 
by her offer to let him spend the night with her. Her only problem would be 
controlling him and trying to keep him from doing anything more than just 
inserting his hard prick in her mouth. 

That, indeed, proved to be a problem. Once Joe was stripped down naked with 
her on the bed, it was all she could do to keep him from climbing atop her 
and forcing his pulsing erection down inside her cunny. 

"P-please, Harriet? I'll be gentle. I promise it won't hurt." 

"No, Joe. Remember, you promised not to force me to do that. L-let me suck 
you." She struggled to make her way down the bed to his groin. She ran her 
hands up and down Joe's long, hair covered legs, and watched his hard, red 
prick pulse violently over his bulbous, sperm-filled balls. 

"Ohhh, yeah! Suck me, baby!" Joe urged, staring down. He gasped as he 
watched her grasp his cock with her fingers, pull down his foreskin off his 
cockhead, and move her face downward. 

"I w-want you to cum in my mouth, just like you did in the car," Harriet 
said, looking up into his eyes. 

Joe grinned as though to think of doing anything less would be absurd. "Suck 
it, honey! Take it in your mouth and lick it like an ice-cream cone." 

Harriet turned her face back to his throbbing cock and her tongue moved out, 
pressing down firmly against the base of his prick. She drew it up the 
underneath side of his quivering peter-pole, making him writhe with delight 
on the bed. 

"Ohhh, honey! Aaaggghhh!" Joe moaned with pleasure and he stared down 
fascinated while she slowly began working over every inch of his excited, 
rock-hard organ with her tongue. 

First Harriet licked up and down the sensitive underneath side of his cock, 
then wrapped her tongue around his cockhead until he squealed with pleasure. 
He moaned loudly as she forced the tip of her tongue right down inside his 
piss-slit. Holding his cock upright with her fingers, she proceeded to lick 
the topside of it, until she was back down at his manroot and nuzzling her 
lips in his dark, curly pubic hairs. 

"Suck me!" Joe pleaded. She was driving him mad with her teasing tongue. 

Harriet attacked his balls. She drew his right testicle into her mouth and 
licked and sucked it, then let it fall free and drew in his left. Then she 
released it as well. Joe's cock was now harder than ever, and it gleamed in 
the bedroom light. It was completely wet and slippery from her saliva. 

Harriet laughed as Joe reached down desperately, grabbed her head, and 
forced it down toward his cockhead. She opened her mouth willingly, and let 
him force her face down on his steaming manhood tool. His pulsing, oozing 
cock was suddenly sliding down inside her throat, filling up her mouth 
completely. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh, Jeez!" Joe squirmed naked on the bed, grinding his butt down 
onto the sheet. "Oh, Harriet, it feels good!" 

Harriet bobbed her head up and down. She squeezed her lips tight against 
Joe's quivering rod, pulling his peter-skin up and down on his cock. At the 
same time, her tongue lapped out at the cock that filled her mouth, working 
it over with a bath of hot saliva as it slid in and out. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ooohhh!" Joe threw his head back onto the pillow and closed his 
eyes. He gave himself in completely to the delightful sensations shooting 
through his sucked-off peter. Harriet was licking it all over, and her lips 
were pushing and pulling at his skin faster and faster with each passing 
second. "Aaaggghhh!" He gasped. She was sucking him. She had set up a 
powerful vacuum with her mouth, and the vacuum was pulling hard at every 
cubic inch of his hot, throbbing pecker. "Mmmnnn! Uuummmnnn!" Harriet moaned 
happily as she worked her tongue and mouth in unison, and sucked up a storm 
on her boyfriend's vibrant rod. She could not get enough of it. Perhaps it 
was the distaste she had experienced at being forced to suck on Billy's tool 
which made her so eager to suck on the tool of the man she loved. Whatever 
the reason, she did not hold back, but attacked his cock vigorously with her 
mouth, sucking on it as hard as possible. 

"Nnngggppphhh! Ohhh, God!" Joe raised his head and stared down, scarcely 
able to believe how good it felt. He began moving his hips, making his wet, 
slippery peter slide in and out of her mouth. 

Harriet pushed his legs farther apart with her hands. Reaching up with her 
left hand, she grasped his balls and began fondling them. Her other hand 
moved up and down his legs, caressing every part of his long, hairy limbs. 

Joe bucked faster. He thrust his hips up and down until he was literally 
bouncing on the bed. His balls bounced with him, slapping against Harriet's 
fingers again and again. His cock grew longer and stiffer, and swelled up 
thicker than ever. 

His cock jerked, then out trickled a big stringy emission of sticky 
pre-seminal fluid, coating Harriet's tongue. She licked harder, and squeezed 
at his cock with her lips. Bobbing her head as fast as she could, she sucked 
harder than ever, pulling up a steady surge of his sticky cockfluids. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, shit, it's b-buildin' up! 

Aaaggghhh!" Joe arched his butt up off the bed and strained every muscle in 
his body in a futile attempt to hold back his damned-up semen. 

Harriet sucked yet harder. She was determined to make his jism come shooting 
out in her mouth. It was almost as though she thought his creamy offering 
would disinfect her mouth from the semen which Billy had shot between her 
lips. 

"Uuuummmmpppphhhh! OOOOOOHHHHHH! A AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" 

Joe bucked his hips wildly and gasped with delight. His prick swelled up so 
big that Harriet could scarcely take it down inside her throat- then it 
exploded. It jerked violently, and the muscles in his stem milked up spurt 
after spurt of hot male jism, shooting it up and out his cock-slit into the 
dark, wet recesses of Harriet's mouth and throat. 

"Mmmppphhh! Uuummnnn!" Harriet moaned desperately as she sucked and sucked, 
creating a vacuum that pulled up his semen in spurt after spurt. Her tongue 
was coated with his sticky offering. It splatted up against the roof of her 
mouth and dripped down in sticky strands. Her mouth filled up with his hot, 
thick semen until it could hold no more, and his jism ran out the corners of 
her mouth and trickled down her chin. 

Joe fell back down onto the bed, gasping in an agony of half-pleasure, 
half-torture. He writhed desperately and his legs trembled with excitement. 
At last his body gave a final shudder of excitement, and he reached down and 
pushed at Harriet's head, trying to force her mouth up off his prick. 

Reluctantly, Harriet allowed him to force her lips up to the head of his 
drained, throbbing stem, then opened her mouth and released his cock, 
letting it slap down hard and wet against his belly. She swallowed his jism 
as though she were taking communion. 

"Ahhh, Harriet! What a blow-job!" Joe stared down at her wearily, his eyes 
glazed over, his breath coming in heavy pants. 

Still holding his balls in one hand, Harriet jostled them around, and 
brought her other hand up to his prick. Grasping it and squeezing, she began 
gently frigging him off. 

Joe moaned in protest, but did not make her stop. His quivering cock was as 
long and as stiff as ever. It pulsed violently as she worked the loose outer 
skin up and down over his prickhead. The piss-slit in the end of his dick 
opened and closed in rhythm to the rise and fall of her hand, and sticky 
pre-seminal fluids began oozing out onto his cockhead once again. 

"Ahhh, baby, I wanna fuck you!" 

Harriet squeezed and pulled at his dick. "No, Joe. Remember, you promised." 

"I can't help it," he said, desperately. He raised up and pulled her hand 
off his cock and forced her down onto the bed. Climbing atop her, he spread 
her legs and grabbed his cock, aiming it down at her splayed open snatch. 

"NO!!! Joe! Stop it!" 

"I gotta fuck you, Harriet!" Joe pleaded. "I'm so horny I can't stand it!" 

Harriet struggled violently, pushing up at him to force him off her body. In 
spite of her efforts to shove him away, the weight of his body came crushing 
down inch by inch. The head of his throbbing pecker wedged itself right 
inside the entrance of her steaming cunt, spreading apart her sensitive 
pussy lips. 

"Ohhhhh, God! Stop it, Joe! Ohhhhh, please!" Harriet fought like a 
mad-woman. She pushed with all her might at Joe's chest, and somehow she 
managed to pull her legs tightly together, squeezing the entrance to her 
cunt tightly closed and forcing his dickhead up and out of her. 

Joe moaned with despair, but climbed off her and fell down onto the bed, his 
cock so hard and red with excitement that it was all but ready to spurt out 
a second offering of creamy jism of its own accord. 

"I-I'll suck you off again," she offered. 

"Don't bother," Joe pouted, acting like a sullen little boy. "I might as 
well bring myself off with my hand. You dirty little bitch. You lead me on, 
then all the sudden you don't want to do it." 

Harriet's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Don't talk that way, Joe. You knew 
I didn't want to do that. I told you before we started that I was just going 
to suck you." 

"And after I got that job for you, too," Joe said, reminding her that he had 
done her a favor. 

"Well I'm not so sure I should be grateful to you for that," Harriet said, 
turning her head away from him. She was suddenly angry at him, simply 
because he was angry at her. "Maybe I'll even end up hating you for it." 

Joe grasped her head and forced her chin around so she was looking at him. 
"What do you mean?" 

"Stop it, Joe! You're hurting me!" 

"I want to know what you meant by that." 

"I-I mean the way those guys keep pawing me. I'm not an animal. And you 
don't even care. If Daddy could see the way they put their hands all over 
me, he'd kill them. And that's another thing. Why didn't you want me to tell 
him that I was going to work there?" 

"Because it's none of his damned business what you do!" Joe said. 

Harriet's eyes softened. "Come on, Joe," she said. "Let's not fight. I'm 
sorry I wouldn't let you stick it in me, b-but I'm not ready yet." 

Joe frowned. "You've got to grow up sometime. Harriet." 

Harriet swallowed, ashamed that she had become angry, but still resentful of 
the way Joe was treating her. "Because I wouldn't let you fuck me?" 

"That, and the way you're talking about your job," Joe said. 

"I can't help it, Joe. There's something wrong about that place, and then 
there's what Sally said." 

"What did Sally say?" Joe asked, his eyes hard. 

"She told me I should g-get out of there while I can." 

Joe fell back on the bed beside her and stared up at the ceiling with a 
cold, hard expression on his face. 

"She was trying to warn me about something, Joe, but she never got a chance. 
The boss came up and she had to shut up before she could tell me." 

Joe said nothing, but he was clenching his fists and seemed almost to be 
trembling with rage. 

Harriet stared at him. "Joe? What's wrong?" 

"What else did Sally say?" Joe asked coldly. 

"N-nothing? She never got a chance. She just told me that if I knew what was 
good for me, I'd get out of there and never come back. Right when she was 
about to tell me why, the boss came up." 

Joe mumbled something unintelligible, then said, "I think I'd better go in 
there with you tomorrow and have a little talk with your boss." 

"J-Joe, I don't want to cause any trouble." 

"Turn out the light and let's get some sleep," Joe said, his voice still 
hard. 

"Don't you want me to suck you off?" 

"You can suck me off in the dark," Joe said. "Now turn off the light, I want 
to do some thinking." 

Harriet reached over and switched off her bed-lamp, and they were suddenly 
smothered in darkness. She moved down the bed in the blackness, reached out, 
and located Joe with her hands. Running her fingers up and down his legs and 
belly, she knelt forward and pushed down her face until her lips were 
pressed against his erection. She opened her mouth and pushed it down over 
his bulbous cockhead. He was half soft now, but in a few seconds her lapping 
tongue had his prick straining up over his balls in rock hardness. 

Joe moaned softly in the dark as she worked over his prick and balls with 
her mouth. Except for his moans, and the steady slurping of Harriet's 
tongue, there was only silence. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"I don't know, Joe," Harriet said. "I don't think I want you to go in. I 
don't want to start trouble over nothing." 

Joe pulled his hand out from Harriet's dress and licked his fingers. "Don't 
be silly," he said. "You were all worried about something last night, and 
I'm going to find out what." 

"But I don't know that there is anything. All I know is that Sally was 
trying to warn me about something and-" 

"And I'm going to find out just what she was trying to warn you about," Joe 
said, climbing out of the car. He walked around to Harriet's side, 
stretching and inhaling deeply of the cool evening air. 

Harriet waited a minute, thinking he was going to open her car door, then, 
when she saw he wasn't, she climbed out to join him. 

"Please, Joe? Forget it?" 

Joe took her arm and pulled her along with him toward the restaurant. "Now 
you just go in and change clothes and start in working," he said. "I'll hang 
around and have a look at what goes on." 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" 

"I'm going to have a little talk with Sally." 

Harriet was confused. Somehow things were becoming more and more 
complicated. She was beginning to have second thoughts about her waitress 
job, in spite of the difficulty Joe had faced in getting it for her. And 
that was another thing. How had he gotten it for her? He had never explained 
that. 

"Now you stop worrying," Joe said, squeezing her arm. He pushed her in the 
direction of the hallway which led to the rear of the building and smacked 
her playfully on the butt. "Go change." 

Harriet headed down the darkened corridor, trying to sort things out in her 
mind. One of the doors to the little bedrooms was closed again. She heard 
low moans coming from the other side of it as she passed. She hurried on by, 
an uneasy feeling balling up in her stomach. 

By the time Harriet got back to the dining area, Joe was at the counter, 
leaning over, talking intently to Bob Hartman. Harriet hurried on by them, 
then saw Sally in a corner of the restaurant, her forehead drawn up in a 
worried frown. Harriet went over to her side. 

"Better get to work," Sally warned her. "That's one of the bosses who runs 
this place. He doesn't like to see us waitresses talkin' to one another." 

Harriet stared at Sally with a puzzled look. 

"Why did you come back?" Sally whispered. "Don't you know what's going on 
yet?" 

Harriet stared over at the counter. "Where is he?" she asked, her frown 
deepening. 

"That man talkin' to Bob," Sally whispered. "Now get back to your tables, 
Harriet." 

"I-I don't understand," Harriet said. "That's my boyfriend. He's the one 
that got me my job here." 

Sally froze in place and her eyes went wide. "H-he's your boyfriend?" 
Harriet nodded. 

"Oh, my God!" Sally's face went white. "You didn't tell him anything about 
what I said to you last night?" 

Before Harriet could answer, Bob Hartman was walking over to them. He 
smiled-a hard, cruel smile. "Sally," he said, his voice full of ice, "why 
don't you come out in back with me for a few minutes? I want to have a 
little talk with you." 

Harriet stared at Bob Hartman, then at Sally. Sally's face was ashen white 
and her eyes were wide. She was trembling so hard she was actually shaking. 
Bob Hartman grabbed her arm and led her off like a lamb to slaughter. He 
turned his head as they walked away, and said, "Why don't you go out in the 
kitchen and help Billy, Harriet. I'll be back in a few minutes." 

Harriet turned to look at Joe. When Joe nodded she moved dumbly off toward 
the kitchen, her senses stunned. The whole thing was becoming too much for 
her. She resolved that this would be her final night here at the restaurant. 
Somehow she would force herself to see it through till three o'clock in the 
morning, but that would be the end of it. She would never set foot in this 
place again. She wished it was Friday night so her father would be back from 
his haul on the open road so she could tell him everything. 

Billy looked up and grinned from over the pot of chili he was stirring on 
the stove. "I was hopin' they'd send you back in here tonight," he said. 
"I'm so horny I can't stand it. I want you to suck me again." 

"I'm not going to suck you, Billy," Harriet said firmly, "so you might as 
well forget it." 

"Oh, you're going to suck me, all right, and you're going to let me fuck 
you, too." 

Harriet stared at him coldly. "Why should I?" she asked. 

"Same reason as last night," he said, sure of himself. "If you don't, I got 
to go out there and tell 'em you did!" 

"That won't work tonight," Harriet said. "I don't care what you tell them." 

Billy's eyes went wide. 

"You're just a little punk," Harriet said bitterly, remembering how he had 
blackmailed her into sucking his cock. "Just the idea of sucking your dick 
makes me want to puke." 

Billy's eyes squinted up and a sneer appeared on his lips. "Look who's 
talkin'," he growled. "All you are is a fuckin' whore! That's all any of you 
waitresses are! You'd spread your legs for fifty cents, but you treat me 
like I'm dirt! I'll teach you-" 

Billy snatched up a butcher knife from a table and headed toward Harriet, 
backing her into a wall. Harriet's eyes were wide with fear. She stared down 
at the flashing steel blade of the knife, gasping. "B-Billy! N-no! I didn't 
mean it." 

"Get undressed!" he ordered, waving the knife threateningly. 

"No Billy! Bob will be coming in here in a few minutes. Put the knife down." 

"I said take off the dress," Billy growled. "I'm gettin' tired of everyone 
around here treating me like scum." 

"But Mr. Hartman will be coming in here in-" 

"You dirty liar. I don't believe you. Take it off!" 

He waved the blade of the knife within an inch of her face. Harriet gasped, 
then reached for her zipper. She had no choice. The boy was so enraged at 
what she had said that he seemed willing to kill for it if she didn't obey. 

Billy gasped as she pulled her dress over her head. Removing that single 
garment left her completely naked, except for her shoes, since she wasn't 
wearing a bra or panties. Staring down, Harriet saw a huge bulge in the 
front of the boy's pants. He already had a hard-on. 

Billy reached down, unfastened his pants, and shoved them down. He pushed 
his underpants down on top of them, letting his hard prick spring into view 
over his boyish balls. 

"Get down on your knees and suck it!" he ordered.. 

Harriet dropped down trembling, never removing her eyes from the sight of 
the wicked blade being brandished before her face. Once on her knees, it was 
Billy's quivering hard-on which was waving in front of her eyes instead of 
the knife. 

He grabbed her hair. "Suck it," he growled, pulling her face forward. 

Harriet opened her mouth and pushed her lips over the boy's surging rod. His 
hot boy meat sank deep into her throat as he pushed, his hips forward, 
forcing his dick into her mouth in one quick thrust. Harriet's mouth closed 
around his stiff pole. She began sucking and licking, afraid to disobey for 
fear of her life. 

Billy began moving his hips, thrusting his swollen penis in and out. Harriet 
licked and sucked harder, anxious to please him. The knife he was holding 
over her head was a constant reminder that if she failed to calm him down 
the risk that she might die was quite real. 

"Ooohhh! Agghhh, yeah!" Billy moaned with pleasure, but he kept his eyes 
wide open, watching her every move. "Uuummmppphhh! Harder! Suck me, you 
whore!" 

Harriet sucked cock like her life depended on it, because it did. She pushed 
and pulled with her lips, forcing the boy's foreskin to slide up and down 
over his throbbing cockhead. Her tongue lapped up and down and all around, 
licking at every square inch of hot boy meat. At the same time, her mouth 
set up a powerful suction, pulling hard at his tool till he moaned in 
ecstasy. 

"P-play with yourself while you do it to me," Billy ordered, "like you did 
last night." 

Harriet thrust her hand down between her legs, desperate to please him. She 
forced her index finger up inside her cunny and began working it in and out. 
Her other hand moved out and traced up Billy's legs, then found his balls 
and began fondling them. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh, Jeez! I'm gonna cum!" Billy groaned loudly and bucked his 
hips faster. His huge hard-on slid in and out of Harriet's lips again and 
again. The piss slit in the end of it opened and closed, milking forth tiny 
spurts of sticky cockfluids. "Uuuunnnngggghhhh! Ungh! Ungh!" 

Harriet licked as hard as she could. She drew her hot tongue up and down the 
sensitive underneath side of the boy's prick. Her mouth sucked so hard that 
his pre-seminal fluids came shooting up in spurts, making his hard-on jerk 
in spasms inside her mouth and throat. She bobbed her head, forcing her lips 
to slide up and down, and she squeezed his balls gently, feeling the hard, 
nutty interiors moving in his sacs. 

"It's b-buildin' up! Oooohhhh!" Billy strained every muscle in his body. He 
fought valiantly to hold back his churning load. His ass-cheeks squeezed 
tightly together. His leg muscles were so tightly strained that they 
quivered. 

"Mmmpphh! Uuummmnnn! Mmmnn!" Harriet moaned as she blew him, not because she 
was enjoying the act. She would have enjoyed it under different 
circumstances, like she had enjoyed sucking Joe's prick the night before. 
Being forced to suck the boy's cock, however, ruined the pleasure of it for 
her. What she was moaning about were the beautiful sensations shooting 
through her pussy. Her cunt-frigging finger was driving her wild. The 
delightful sensations were building up higher and higher until her whole 
body was shaking with delight. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Billy stiffened up completely. His eyes went wide and he stared 
down in utter disbelief at Harriet's head bobbing up and down on his 
quivering rod. "It's c-cummin'! Ooohhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Billy gasped, then 
his whole body broke loose, shaking in a series of violent spasms. His cock 
gave a mighty throb in Harriet's mouth, then convulsed in a series of spasms 
of its own. She felt every single inch of it quivering hard in her mouth and 
throat. She felt his load of jism shooting up inside it as she worked her 
tongue up and down its length. His hot sperm spurted up in gigantic surges, 
shot out his piss slit, and splattered over Harriet's tongue. Big gobs of it 
struck the roof of her mouth and spilled backward, drenching her throat. Her 
entire mouth was filled with his creamy offering. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Billy closed his eyes and bucked his hips quietly, 
working his spewing peter in and out of her mouth. He continued driving his 
cock home until it gave one final jerk, shooting out the last of his semen. 

"Mmmppphhh! Uuummmnnn!" Harriet's eyes were tightly closed. Her mind was 
spinning dizzily as her own orgasm tore through her body. It seemed like a 
cancerous pleasure was shooting out from its point of origin between her 
legs and overpowering her body. She could scarcely believe how good it felt. 

"Aaahhh!" Billy collapsed, squeezing his legs together around Harriet's 
head, then he drew back, withdrawing his drained pecker from her sucking 
mouth. She opened her lips, releasing it completely, and a strand of sticky 
semen strung down from her mouth, draping her chin and dangling in mid-air. 

Billy grasped Harriet by the shoulders and pulled her up. He stared down 
between them, watching his still-stiff prick jerking in front of Harriet's 
bushy cunt. Pushing forward, he rubbed his sticky cockhead back and forth in 
her pussy hairs. 

"Ohhh, no! P-please, Billy, not that!" 

Billy's lips drew up in a tight, cold smile. "I'm gonna fuck you," he said, 
bringing the knife forward again to remind her that he was in complete 
control. 

"Oh, God!" Harriet's eyes filled with tears. Billy continued rubbing his 
oozing cock back and forth between her legs, thrusting every once in a while 
to force the very tip of it into her slit, yet not quite penetrating her. He 
seemed to be taking delight in her panic at the thought of being fucked. 

"Haven't you ever done it with a man before?" he asked incredulously. 

She shook her head negatively, the tears spilling from her eyes and running 
down her cheeks. 

"Oh, fuck! That's too much!" Billy threw back his head and guffawed. "What 
are you doin' in a place like this?" 

Harriet hung her head with embarrassment, but then she saw his hard on 
probing at her virgin entranceway. With each forward thrust of his hips, his 
hot, throbbing cockhead forced its way a little deeper into her tight cuntal 
opening. 

"Please, Billy, don't do it!" Harriet pleaded with the boy. She sobbed for 
mercy. 

It was no use. Billy only laughed at her. Pulling his hips back, he prepared 
for the big plunge that would send his cockhead shooting straight up inside 
her cunt. Harriet closed her eyes and trembled, waiting for the horrible 
ripping apart of her virginity. 

"What the hell!" 

Bob Hartman had burst through the kitchen door and was staring with 
unbelieving eyes at the sight before him. Billy and Harriet were standing 
right before his eyes, and it was obvious by the knife in Billy's hand what 
was happening. Harriet was stark naked and crying with shame. Billy was 
shaking with excitement, his pants and briefs down around his ankles, on the 
verge of driving his hard-on into the depths of Harriet's cunt. 

Billy spun around, his mouth dropping open with surprise. "Mr. H-Hartman!" 

"You little bastard!" Bob Hartman exploded. "What do you think you're 
doing?" 

Billy moved away from Harriet, backing away from his boss. "Please, Mr. 
Hartman, I can explain. She made me do it. She begged me. I tried to hold 
her off with the knife, but she raped me." 

"You filthy liar!" Bob roared. He moved forward toward the boy, backing him 
across the room. 

"N-no! Stay away!" Billy held the knife up menacingly. 

"Put that down, Billy!" 

Billy continued moving back, waving the knife up toward his boss. "Stay 
back, Mr. Hartman! I-I didn't mean to do it! It just happened!" 

"I'm gonna kill you for this, Billy!" 

"No!" Billy took one more step back, but his pants around his ankles caught 
in his feet. He stumbled, then fell backward, dropping the knife and waving 
his hands to try to catch his balance. 

Bob Hartman leaped upon him, pinning him down to the floor and kicking the 
knife away. He got up, pulling Billy to his feet by the shirt collar, and 
held him out at arm's length like a dirty, wretched dog. He glared down at 
the boy's quivering hard-on. 

"Please, Mr. Hartman! Let me go!" 

Harriet stood like a frozen statue, naked, her face white with fear. She 
watched as Bob Hartman threw Billy violently clear across the room, then ran 
over and pulled him up by the hair and brought up a knee solidly right into 
the boy's chin. 

Billy gasped, his eyes going wide, then collapsed limply to the floor. Bob 
released Billy's hair, letting the boy's unconscious face smack hard onto 
the floor. He turned toward Harriet. 

"Get on your dress, you filthy cunt!" 

Harriet stared at her boss with wide, unbelieving eyes. She could scarcely 
believe he was really talking to her like this. When he saw she was 
hesitating, Bob Hartman took a menacing step toward her. 

Harriet grabbed for her dress, shaking with fear. 

"I'll teach you to fuck off on my time," Bob Hartman said, "both of you. 
When I get through with you, you'll wish that slit between your legs didn't 
exist. You'll wish you were dead." 

Bob's eyes gleamed victoriously, as though he were almost pleased with the 
turn of events. For the first time Harriet saw the lines of cruelty marking 
the man's cold face. He was actually enjoying this. 

For the first time, Harriet was glad that Joe had insisted on coming with 
her. She only prayed that he was still outside-that he hadn't left. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The restaurant was swarming with truck drivers when Bob Hartman pushed 
Harriet out the kitchen door and into the dining room. Harriet stared around 
frantically, trying to locate her boyfriend, but Joe was nowhere to be seen. 
A few truck drivers looked up and grinned, nudging each other with their 
elbows when they saw her, but before Harriet could even think, she was being 
pulled off down the dark hallway by Bob. He wrenched open one of the little 
bedroom doors, shoved her inside. 

"All right," he said, moving in behind her and slamming the door, "now you 
can take it off." 

Harriet stared at him dumbly, her heart pounding. 

"The dress," he said, snapping his fingers. "Off with it." 

Harriet had just put it on. She could scarcely believe this. 

Bob made a fist of his right hand, and smacked it down hard into his left 
hand. "You'd better do as I say," he warned. 

Harriet obeyed, trembling with fear. The whole situation seemed to be so 
unreal as to be absurd. She scarcely knew what she was even doing. She 
pulled her dress up over her head, exposing her nakedness completely to Bob 
Hartman's eyes. He grinned at her and pointed down to her shoes. Harriet 
removed those too, and when Bob held out his hands, she handed him all her 
clothing. 

"I'll just take these to make sure you don't try to take off on me," Bob 
said. "And don't get any ideas about trying to sneak in to get your street 
clothes. I've got those too." He started out the door. 

"W-wait," Harriet said, trembling. Her breasts shook and she sat down on the 
bed, hunching up to hide as much of her nakedness as possible. "Don't leave 
me like this." 

Bob grinned. "I have to go take care of Billy," he said. "Then I'll come 
back and take care of you." 

"I w-want to go home." 

"You're going to be here for a long time, Harriet. Get used to this bedroom. 
This is your new home." 

Harriet's eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open, and she tried to speak, but 
no words would come out. She was still stammering when Bob Hartman slammed 
the door, leaving her in darkness. She fell naked onto the bed, sobbing with 
self pity. 

Harriet's only hope lay in Joe. At least he knew where she was. When he came 
in to pick her up at three o'clock, if they didn't let her go, he would ask 
where she was-and Harriet knew that Joe was not the type to be put off with 
vague shrugs and no answers. He would tear the place apart till he found 
her. 

Harriet raised her head and listened intently. She heard a sob coming from 
the neighboring room. It was a girl, crying. Then, from the end of the hall, 
she heard men's voices and the sound of something being dragged on the floor 
past her door. She knew it was Billy. They were dragging him in from the 
kitchen. The door to the neighboring room where she had heard the sobs 
opened, and she heard Billy being dragged inside. There was the sound of a 
woman's voice, and Harriet stiffened. It was Sally who was in that bedroom 
crying. 

Harriet got up and moved to the wall, pressing her ear against it, trying to 
hear. She could hear Sally's voice, pleading. Unable to recognize what she 
was saying, Harriet could nevertheless tell that Sally was pleading 
desperately. There was a loud smack of flesh against flesh and Harriet heard 
Sally cry out with pain, then sob miserably. Harriet could hear the voices 
of two men in the room with Sally and Billy talking, but was unable to make 
them out. 

There was a violent scuffling around, more protests from Sally, then a 
series of sharp slaps that left Sally moaning loudly and begging for mercy. 
Then, to Harriet's horror, there was utter silence. What she imagined was 
far worse than anything she could have ever seen or heard. She backed away 
from the wall, her eyes wide with fear at the deadly silence that suddenly 
enveloped her. 

She waited trembling on her bed, hearing only an occasional moan of pleasure 
or a loud guffaw of delight from one of the men, then heard the door open, 
and footsteps coming toward her own bedroom door. Her door was wrenched 
open, Bob Hartman stood there grinning. He was stark naked, and his prick 
was hard as a rock between his legs. It stood swaying out over his balls, 
throbbing violently. What horrified Harriet the most, however, was that 
Bob's hard-on and balls were covered with wet, glistening fluid. Trickles of 
semen were even running down his legs. 

Bob moved toward her. Harriet's heart was pounding so hard she thought it 
would burst. Her whole body shook with fear. He grabbed her arm and yanked 
her to her feet. Without so much as a single word, he pulled her out the 
door and down the corridor to the door of the neighboring bedroom. He 
laughed as he pushed her inside. 

Harriet stiffened up and her face went white. The sight that confronted her 
was so horrible that she could only stare in a state of shock. Her legs grew 
weak and her stomach seemed to tighten up into a ball that was choking the 
life from her body. 

Billy Davis lay spread-eagled on his belly on the floor, stark naked, his 
rectum completely exposed. It was obvious that the boy had been sodomized. 

Streaks of creamy semen covered his butt. As if that weren't enough, an 
empty beer bottle had been jammed down inside his rectum, the neck of the 
bottle completely embedded in his asshole. The boy was unconscious, but the 
strip of adhesive tape over his mouth let Harriet know that he had been 
conscious during at least part of the rape of his body. Huge bruises covered 
his entire body, and dried blood was all over his legs and face. Even worse, 
with the boy's legs spread wide, Harriet could see his genitals, and she 
turned her head away when she saw the cigarette burns covering his prick and 
balls. He had been brutally tortured, then raped to unconsciousness. 

What Harriet saw on the bed was almost as sickening. Sally was tied down 
securely, belly down, so that her ass was completely exposed and she was 
helpless to defend herself. A strip of adhesive tape over her mouth was 
holding in a violent scream of pain and terror. Her eyes were wide and 
staring straight at Harriet, but seemed not even to see her. It was as if 
Sally was in another world and had lost contact with reality. 

Sally's back was covered with welts, giving testimony to a severe whipping, 
and eyeing the huge leather belt laying on the floor beside the bed, Harriet 
knew what had been used to beat her. Even Sally's legs were welted from the 
beating she had received. Worst of all, however, was what was sticking out 
of Sally's upturned butt. Jammed clear down inside her rectum and sticking 
out two feet into the air from her ass, was a broom handle. Harriet could 
scarcely believe it. A full foot of the rough splintered broom handle must 
be crammed up inside Sally's butthole. 

Bob laughed and grabbed Harriet, forcing her to stare at the victims of his 
torture when she tried to turn away. "Take a good look," he ordered. "This 
is what happens when my people go against me." 

"Ohhh, God, let me out of here!" Harriet struggled to escape, but Bob was 
holding her firmly in his strong masculine arms. 

"Sally will never try to scare off any of my new help again," Bob said 
grimly, "and Billy will never try to fool around with any of my girls like 
he did with you. If he does, he knows what will happen. I warned him-one 
more time like tonight, and I cut off his balls. He knows I'll do it, too. 
He won't try to cross me again." 

"P-please," Harriet pleaded. "Let me g-go!" 

"Oh, no, Harriet," Bob said, grinning. "You're one of my people now. You're 
never leaving." 

Harriet's eyes grew so wide that they all but bugged out of her head. She 
stammered, trying to speak, but no words would come. 

"Look!" Bob ordered again, pushing her right up to the two naked, beaten 
bodies. "If you don't do everything I say, this is what will happen to you. 
Do you understand?" 

Harriet sobbed uncontrollably. She was in the hands of a madman. Her only 
hope was to play along with him. She nodded her head slowly, and her eyes 
filled up with tears. 

"Say it!" Bob ordered, wrenching her arm behind her back and twisting it 
till she cried out in pain. 

"I'll do everything you say!" she whimpered. 

Bob maintained the pressure on her arm, twisting it until she thought she 
would pass out in pain. "What Sally was trying to tell you," he said, "was 
that this place is a lot more than a restaurant for truck drivers. It's a 
whore-house! Do you understand what I'm saying?" 

Harriet closed her eyes and uttered a low moan of despair. At last it all 
hit her. Suddenly all of Sally's warnings fell into place, as did all the 
other observations she had made since being here. She wondered how she could 
have been so stupid as to not realize what was going on long before this. 

Bob Hartman seemed to see that she comprehended at last what was going on. 
He seemed amused at the shocked expression on her face. "You know what's 
going to be expected of you?" he asked. 

Harriet nodded, bowing her head in submission. 

"I've been told that you're a virgin," Bob said, "but that doesn't matter. 
In a few minutes, your virginity will be a thing of the past." 

Harriet raised her eyes and stared hard into Bob Hartman's face. "You're 
forgetting one thing," she said, "my boyfriend. He brought me here, and 
he'll be in at three o'clock to pick me up. If you know what's good for you, 
you'll let me go now. He'll kill you if he finds out that-" 

Bob cut her off with an impatient wave of his hand. "I'm not worried about 
him." 

"And my father," Harriet said desperately, "he'll kill you." 

"Your father doesn't even know you're here," Bob said. 

Harriet stared at him. "How did you know that?" 

"I make it my business to know everything about my employees," Bob said. "It 
doesn't matter how, but you'll find out soon enough. Now here's what I want 
you to do. Go back into your bedroom and wait. A man will be coming in soon, 
and I want you to let him do anything he wants to you. I mean anything. Do 
you understand?" 

"N-no, not that!" Harriet knew what Bob was driving at. She was supposed to 
allow herself to be fucked. 

Bob pointed toward Billy and Sally who lay naked and injured on the floor 
and bed. "You'd better do as I say, Harriet. I mean it. If you don't, this 
is what will happen to you." 

Tears came to Harriet's eyes and she trembled so hard her naked breasts 
shook. "But I don't -want to be fucked." 

"It doesn't matter what you want," Bob said coldly. "Now get in there, and 
put out if you know what's good for you." 

"At least give me my clothes." 

"You're not gonna be needing them," Bob said, grinning evilly. "From now on, 
your job is lettin' any truck driver screw you who wants to and who has 
twenty bucks for a piece of ass." 

"B-but I'm not your slave!" 

"Honey, that's exactly what you are," Bob said, "and the sooner you get used 
to the idea, the better. I like you. You've got class. But that stubborn 
streak of yours-well, you'd better learn to control it. I've had other girls 
like you who were so stubborn that there was only one thing left for me to 
do." 

Harriet's eyes went wide, but Bob Hartman only laughed. "No, not that," he 
said. "Dope. When a girl's too hard to handle, we fill up her veins with H. 
So it's up to you. Either you do as you're told, or we get you so hyped up 
that you won't care what's happenin' to you." 

He shoved Harriet out the door and down the hallway to her little bedroom. 
"Do you want the light on or off?" he asked. 

"Off," Harriet whimpered. She sat naked and trembling on the edge of the bed 
as Bob closed the door, leaving her in darkness. She knew she had no choice. 
Her virginity was about to be lost forever. However horrible the thought, 
she resigned herself realistically to that fact. All that counted now was 
keeping him from torturing her-maybe even killing her. 

Somehow she would hold out till three o'clock when Joe would come to pick 
her up. Surely then Joe would put up a fuss until Bob Hartman was forced to 
turn Harriet over. 

She heard voices out in the hallway. Bob was out there, talking to her first 
customer-the man who was to bust her virginity with his hard, hungry prick. 
Harriet wondered how many truck drivers Bob Hartman would manage to parade 
through her little bedroom before three o'clock arrived. How many men would 
push their hard cocks up between her legs and ravage her virginity before 
Joe came to save her at last? 

The door opened and a man entered, his facial features blackened out against 
the lights in the hallway. Even as the door closed, Harriet could hear the 
man's hard, excited breathing. She heard his pants' zipper descending, then 
the sound of his pants being pushed down his legs. There was the noise of 
elastic snapping, and she knew that now he was removing his only remaining 
item of clothing-his briefs. 

The man began moving toward the bed, tripped over something, then muttered, 
"Damn!" 

"J-Joe?" Harriet straightened up in the bed and strained her eyes, trying to 
make out the man in the darkness. Then the man was upon her, and pressing 
her back onto the bed, running his rough fingers over her exposed tits and 
driving his index finger up inside her cunny. 

"Hello, Harriet!" 

"Joe! Oh, my God! You're here! Oh, Joe, thank goodness!" Harriet heaved a 
sigh of relief, then gasped as Joe thrust his finger clear up inside her 
aching cunt. "Get me out of here, Joe! I don't want to stay in this place 
another moment." 

"Sorry, Harriet, I didn't come in here to save you. I came in to fuck you." 

Harriet stiffened beneath his pawing hands. "Oh, Joe, please, don't talk 
like that." She gasped as Joe worked a second thick finger up inside her 
steaming cunt, then yet a third finger. Her tight cuntal passageway was 
filled with his fingers, and he was working them in and out as though 
widening her opening in preparation for insertion of his huge, bulbous 
prickhead. 

"But you said you loved me," she moaned. 

"Don't put words in my mouth," Joe snapped. "I never said any such thing. 
All I've ever wanted you for was to use as pussy bait in my restaurant." 

Harriet sobbed in self pity, but Joe only snickered. "Y-your restaurant?" 
she moaned. 

"Yes, this is my restaurant. How do you think I got you a job here? You 
really ate up my story, didn't you?" He seemed amused. Pulling out his 
fingers, he pushed his face down in her pussy, nuzzling her wet, cuntal 
furrow with his lips. 

"Ooohhh, Joe!" Harriet closed her eyes, her brain spinning dizzily. She was 
beaten at last. She could not be more weak and submissive if she had been 
beaten and tortured like Sally and Billy. She was doomed, and she knew it. 
Joe, her boyfriend, who had been her only hope of being saved, was going to 
be the first man to puncture her virginity with his prick. He would not save 
her from this place-he was the one who had brought her here for this very 
purpose. The only other man in the world who even cared about her was her 
father, and he didn't even know she was here. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Harriet gasped. Joe's tongue was lapping up and down her cunt 
slit, licking up a storm. He shoved the very tip of his tongue down onto her 
clitoris and licked it expertly, making her moan in delight in spite of her 
misery. 

Harriet writhed on the bed as Joe's tongue darted around in her cuntal slit. 
His hands were all over her naked body, pawing at her breasts and running up 
and down her legs. He began forcing the tip of his tongue right down into 
her pussy tube itself, and darted it in and out until Harriet cried out with 
pleasure. She began bucking her hips upward against his face, and Joe 
laughed at how horny she was becoming. 

Harriet couldn't help it. Her body was reacting to the caresses of his 
fingers and the hot, wet tongue being thrust up ever deeper into her tight 
cunt. Her terror at having a man's cock thrust up inside her cunt was slowly 
ebbing away as she grew more and more excited. 

Joe suddenly lifted his face from her wet patch of pubic hair and climbed 
eagerly up into the bed. "It's time!" he said, maneuvering himself into 
position so that his cock-crammed midsection was poised right over Harriet's 
pussy slit. He pushed down, brushing the tip of his throbbing hard-on 
against her hairs, then rammed his cockhead down into her slit, spreading 
apart her pussy lips. 

Harriet gasped and held her breath, waiting for the final plunge. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Completely naked, Joe pushed down harder from his position above Harriet's 
nude, helpless body. He reached down eagerly, grasping his rigidly pounding 
cock in an anxious grip, and forced himself down atop her, guiding his 
rock-hard shaft into Harriet's patch of wet, glistening hair toward the 
juicy feminine meat between her legs. The bulbous crown of his quivering 
prick separated the plump outer folds of her pussy, then probed down into 
her lushly wet interior. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Harriet moaned and opened her eyes wide. He was going to do it 
to her. The most important moment in every woman's life was upon her. 

Joe paused for one brief moment, as though sensing the importance of what he 
was about to do to her. 

"P-please, Joe?" Harriet whimpered for mercy, but she knew deep inside that 
there would be none whatsoever. She was doomed. 

Joe thrust forward, driving the tip of his pulsing cock into her wet, 
deliciously tight cunt. As her hymen resisted he gave a quick thrust of his 
hips. Searing pain shot through her, but he continued to force his driving 
rod inward. He drove it down inside her inch by inch until he was completely 
inside her and his sperm-filled balls were pressed against her hairs. 

"Ooohhh! Aggghhhhhhh!" Harriet moaned in half-agony, half-pleasure. She 
could feel Joe's manhood filling her up completely. Every inch of his 
massive, throbbing tool was inside her, pulsing, burning her sensitive cunny 
like a hot branding iron. 

Joe whimpered softly as his cock jerked solidly up between Harriet's legs. 
He began moving his hips up and down, sliding his huge chunk of man-meat in 
and out of her tight cunt in a slow, rhythmic motion. As though completely 
out of her control her body began to respond. 

Harriet gasped and tears ran down her cheeks, but they were not tears of 
misery. She was too enveloped in the sensations shooting up from between her 
legs to think of anything else. Even the noise and laughter from the 
restaurant outside were blurred away into nothingness. All that existed in 
the world was her and the big man above her who was riding her like a wild 
animal, slicing his monstrous hard-on in and out of her hot, aching cunt. 

Joe bent down closer, kissing Harriet's lips, then brushing his lips over 
her cheeks. He nuzzled his mouth down to her neck and began nibbling her 
there, making her writhe with delight. All the while he humped up and down 
slowly atop her, working his pulsing tool in and out between her legs. 

"Ahhh, baby! Ohhh, what a tight cunt!" He gasped with pleasure, and his hard 
cock actually seemed to swell up even bigger inside her. Harriet could feel 
each and every jerk it made against her pussy walls. She could scarcely 
believe how big he was. 

"Mmmppphhh!" She gasped as he thrust down hard, forcing the tip of his 
swollen tool into even new depths. Even his fingers had never reached up 
inside her this deep before. He was filling her up completely with his 
quivering rod. 

A tremor of pleasure ran up Harriet's belly. She began moving her hips in 
spite of herself, pulling at his hard-on with her cunt lips. She squeezed 
her cunt around him tightly, milking his quivering flesh, pulling his moist, 
oozing cockhead even deeper inside her belly. 

Joe's cock got harder and firmer than ever as she rose up and down on her 
butt, milking his throbbing prick with her cunt. He gasped and thrust down 
harder. His quivering prickhead forced its way so far into Harriet's belly 
that she was whimpering with pleasure. 

"J-Joe! Ohhh, God, it feels so good!" 

Joe grunted desperately. The tip of his cock was expanding inside her as it 
filled up completely with blood rushing up his shaft. He moaned and groaned 
desperately. He was hot all over and perspiring like a masturbating 
schoolboy. 

"Ohhh, yes! Fuck me, Joe!" Harriet pleaded with her boyfriend as he bit down 
harder at her neck. "Fuck me!" she repeated. Suddenly she could not get 
enough of his throbbing manhood. The sensations shooting through her cunt as 
he worked it in and out of her pussy-hole were unbelievably good. She 
realized at last how ridiculous her fears at being fucked by a man had been. 
It was more beautiful than anything she had ever experienced. 

"Ahhh, baby!" Joe seemed to sense her change in attitude, and he no longer 
tried to hold back his desperate lunges. He let himself go, bucking atop her 
naked body savagely. 

Harriet bucked her cunt up harder and faster over his pulsing pecker. His 
cock was delicious and warm inside her. She felt as though it had always 
been there, and the thought of him removing it and ending the beautiful 
sensations she was experiencing was unbearable. 

In and out, in and out, his cock sawed, pushing and pulling at Harriet's 
cunt lips with each and every thrust. Harriet quivered in pleasure. She 
moaned and writhed on the bed, grinding her naked butt down onto the sheets 
as his cockhead fought its way deeper and deeper into the folds of her twat. 
She wrapped her legs around Joe's thighs, clamping his body down to hers and 
holding him in a vise-like grip. She forced her snatch up and down over his 
quivering erection, working the mouth of her pussy over his stem in a 
passionate fury. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, baby! Uuunnnggghhh!" 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Harriet grunted as she thrust her cunt up and down over 
his throbbing peter. Her hands roamed out over his body, caressing every 
square inch of naked skin she could reach. She ran her fingers through his 
hair, she caressed his naked back, and she let her fingers roam right down 
to his butt. 

"Uuummmppphhh!" Joe gasped as he felt her fingers pushing right down inside 
his asscrack. She drew the tips of her fingers up his anal crevice, then 
thrust the tip of her index finger down against the brown puckered opening 
of his asshole. 

Harriet had become a wild female animal. Gone were all her protests and 
pleas for Joe to respect her virginity. She was shamelessly writhing in 
pleasure beneath his hairy male body, acting like a wildcat. She had given 
herself up completely to the delightful sensations being created down 
between -her legs. The more Joe thrust his hot cock inside her, the more she 
wanted. 

"Uuummmppphhh! Nnngggppphhh!" Joe was reacting to her excitement, thrusting 
harder and humping up and down so fast that their naked bellies slapped 
together noisily. His cockstem was rock hard and throbbing more violently 
than Harriet had ever see it before. She could feel it jerk inside her as 
surge after surge of sticky pre-seminal fluids oozed up from his balls, 
through his cockstem, and out the pisshole in the end of his prick. The 
sticky juice that oozed forth served to lubricate her already wet twat even 
further, and as his cock sliced in and out of her cunthole it made wet 
squishy noises that filled the little bedroom. 

Harriet squirmed desperately beneath the weight of the big man, fighting to 
force her cunt even further up over his prick. She couldn't get enough of 
it. She sucked at it with every ounce of energy she could generate in her 
cunt, but he was inside her as far as he could get. Big as his cock was, it 
was not big enough to suit Harriet. 

"Uuummmppphhh! Aaaggghhh!" Now it was Joe who was squealing in protest at 
the savagely squeezing cunt which was milking his peter for all it was 
worth. He bucked violently. His sperm-filled nuts slapped hard against the 
bottom of Harriet's ass as he plunged up and down. 

Harriet pushed with her index finger, driving the end of it right down 
inside Joe's butthole. 

"Aaarrrggghhh! Ohhh, Harriet, what are you doin'?" 

Harriet showed no mercy. She was insane with passion. She bucked her 
midsection up harder, twisting and pulling, making Joe's pecker throb even 
hotter and harder. Slowly but surely she worked her finger down inside the 
big man's butt, driving him wild with excitement. Her finger worked in past 
the first knuckle, then past the second, then it was embedded inside him to 
the hilt and she was twisting it around. 

"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Joe humped faster and harder, driving his hard, 
pulsing prick in and out of her cunt desperately. Her finger was probing 
around inside his asshole, then she began turning it and twisting it around 
every which way. 

The sensations shooting through Harriet's cunt mounted in intensity. She 
could scarcely believe how good it felt to have a man's prick filling her 
belly, sawing in and out of her hot pussy. She could feel every single inch 
of Joe's quivering manhood, and she loved every inch she felt. The pressure 
was building up inside her cunt, and it was great. She gasped desperately 
and used her cunt like a mouth, swallowing up Joe's cock as though she had 
not eaten in a week. 

"Mmmppphhhh! Aaarrrggghhhh!" Joe gasped louder as the tip of Harriet's 
finger located his prostate gland inside his ass. She nudged it with her 
fingertip, and suddenly Joe stiffened up, then broke loose in a series of 
spasms that rocked through his body. His cock quivered violently inside 
Harriet's cunt, then jerked harder than ever and broke loose, shooting up 
huge spurts of creamy jism. 

"Mmmppphhh!" Harriet gasped with delight. Joe's cock was pumping up endless 
jets of hot, thick cream. She could feel his cock leaping inside her belly, 
and the sensations building up in her body suddenly burst. Gasping and 
moaning, she humped up to meet his thrusting cock, and her cunt exploded. A 
cascading flood of sexual release surged up from her spasm-jerking pussy, 
enveloping her being in the most beautiful sensations imaginable. 

Grunting with delight, Joe rammed his prick in and out of her cunt as far as 
it would go. His spewing peter was ravaging Harriet's totally aroused body. 
His cock was spurting out dizzying gushes of steaming love-cream. 

"Aaaagggghhhh! Uuummmppphhhh!" Harriet moaned and sobbed with pleasure. 
Again and again she felt Joe's prick throb up inside her, and each time it 
throbbed, another spurt of his marvelous semen shot up into her innermost 
depths. She shuddered violently as spasms ripped through her young body like 
a tidal wave, then collapsed on the bed panting. 

Joe collapsed over her, the last gush of semen shooting from his cock, and 
he clung desperately to her, letting it give a last twitch before their fuck 
was over. Harriet squeezed her overheated, sperm-filled cunt around his 
stem, trying to hold it up inside her, but the sensations her milking pussy 
created were too much for Joe. He gasped and raised up, drawing out his 
still-hard but drained penis. There was a wet plopping sound as he tugged 
his cockhead itself out of her wet, sticky hole, then rolled over beside 
her, panting for breath. 

"Ohhhhh, Joe, I didn't know it would be like that!" Harriet snuggled up to 
him on the bed, temporarily forgetting the horrible circumstances in which 
their fuck had occurred. 

Joe grunted something unintelligible. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It'll 
make things a lot easier for you." 

Harriet stiffened as though he had dashed a bucket of cold water into her 
face. "Wh-why, Joe?" 

Joe got up from the bed, leaving her alone and naked. Moving over to the 
light, he switched it on. Harriet shielded her eyes from the bright light as 
he began picking up his clothing and pulling it on. Her eyes were filling 
with tears again. She felt utterly miserable. 

"Please, Joe, tell me why you're doing this to me?" she sobbed. 

Joe laughed at the miserable expression on her face. 

"I should have listened to Sally." 

"It wouldn't have done you any good," Joe said. "I'd have gagged you and 
tied you up to bring you here if necessary. I had it all planned from the 
first time I met you. I have a whole chain of restaurants like this, baby, 
and I need all the girls I can get my hands on." 

"But it's against the law." 

"What the law doesn't know, doesn't hurt it," Joe said, zipping up his 
pants. He pulled on his socks and shoes and began lacing them. "Don't feel 
so bad," he added. "You're not the only girl I've done this to. I have a 
hundred other girls just like you." 

"Slaves!" Harriet said bitterly. 

"Yeah, if that's what you want to call it. "Once I get a girl workin' for 
me, she can't leave." 

"And what happens when she gets old?" 

Joe shrugged. "I haven't thought about that," he said. "When it happens, 
we'll see." 

Joe was finished dressing now. He started for the door. Harriet grew 
desperate. 

"Please, Joe. Don't leave me here like this. I want to go home." 

Joe grabbed the doorknob. "You'll get used to it," he said. 

"No!" Harriet screamed. She jumped up from the bed and ran toward the door 
as he opened it. Joe pushed her back hard, sending her sprawling down onto 
the floor. 

"Control yourself, baby!" he said. "Bob wasn't kidding about the drugs. 
We'll shoot you full of heroin if we have to. I don't like to do that to a 
new girl, because she gets hooked on it, and it's an expensive habit, but 
I'll do it if I have to!" 

The tears streamed down Harriet's cheeks. She buried her face in her hands 
and sobbed. Joe switched off the light and opened the door. "Don't worry, 
honey," he said gruffly. "You won't have time to feel sorry for yourself. 
Bob's waiting right outside with a hard-on he's just aching to push down 
inside your cunt. We flipped a coin to see who would do you first, and I 
won. Now it's his turn." 

"Ohhh, God!" Harriet uttered a long wail of despair. 

"When Bob gets finished," Joe went on, "we'll start sending in the truck 
drivers. You're gonna have a busy night." 

Joe went out and shut the door. Harriet sobbed desperately, her naked 
breasts heaving up and down. The door had scarcely closed, when it opened 
again, and Bob Hartman was slipping into the room. Harriet glanced up and 
through tear-filled eyes saw an enormous bulge sticking out in the front of 
his pants. Bob shut the door and began tearing off his clothing. 

Harriet's sobs filled the room, but Bob only laughed at her tears. "Just a 
minute, honey," he said. "I've got just the thing to make you stop crying. 
Joe told me how much you liked his cock. Well, you'll like mine even more." 

"Ohhh, no! Please, leave me alone!" 

Bob pushed down his underpants and stepped out of them. Now stark naked, he 
moved over to her and pulled her up onto the bed. He stretched her out and 
spread her legs, then climbed onto her. There would be no preliminary 
caresses or mouthing of her hot cunt as Joe had done. Bob was so hot and 
horny that his throbbing hard-on was already on the brink of exploding. He 
pushed down, forcing his pulsing, bulb-shaped cockhead down into the opening 
of Harriet's cunt. Her pussy was already lubricated with Joe's creamy semen, 
and Bob's cock slid in easily. 

Harriet opened her eyes wide and grunted with surprise. Bob's penis was much 
larger than Joe's. It was at least a full inch longer, and a good half-inch 
thicker. It not only filled her up completely, it also stretched her cuntal 
walls apart, forcing her pussy to make room for it. She gasped with delight 
in spite of herself as it pushed in and shoved the sides of her cunt apart 
until his huge, bulbous dickhead was embedded completely down inside her 
tube. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Jeez! Joe was right!" Bob grunted. "You are tight as hell!" 

"Mmmppphhh!" Harriet bit her lip and her body trembled against the onslaught 
of Bob's enormous hard-on. It must be a full eight inches long. The head of 
his burgeoning erection was wedged down inside her clear past the point 
where Joe had managed to shove his cock. Harriet's whole pussy came alive 
and tingled around the massive peter-pole shoved up inside it. She writhed 
sensuously on the bed and ground her butt into the sheets. Almost instantly 
she began bucking her hips, moving her midsection up and down in a slow, 
rhythmic fucking motion. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ahhh, Harriet! I can't believe you! Wait till the drivers get 
a piece of this! They'll be wanting to shack up with you every-time they go 
by. We're gonna have to put a special price tag on your pussy, baby." 

Harriet was too excited to listen to Bob's words. Never in her life had she 
known such ecstasy. His cock was filling her to the brim. It was like a 
giant living snake up inside her, and it was throbbing violently. Each time 
his cock jerked, she gasped and raised up off the bed. The sensations shot 
through her aching, cock-crammed pussy like electric waves. 

"Uuunnnggghhhh!" Bob grunted, then began slowly thrusting his hips, grinding 
his cock down even further. When he had Harriet squealing with delight, he 
pulled up, drawing his cock up and out until only his bulbous cockhead was 
still wedged inside her cuntal lips. 

Harriet opened her eyes wide and stared up into the darkness and the 
featureless shadow above her. 

"F-fuck me!" she begged. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Bob thrust down, driving his ramrod prick between her cunt lips, forcing it 
all the way inside her. He pushed it in so deep that his hairy balls pressed 
right up against her asshole. 

"Ohhh! Ahhh, it feels good!" Harriet moaned with delight. She could feel 
Bob's cock filling up her vagina completely. "Ohhhhh, fuck me!" she begged. 
She wrapped both hands around Bob's hotly throbbing body and dug her 
fingernails into his back as though she were spurring on a horse. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ahhh, baby!" Bob pushed his cock in deeper until his bulbous 
cockhead was burrowed clear down inside her cunt. He began bucking his hips 
excitedly, drawing out his long hard tool, then thrusting it back down 
again. His sperm-filled balls smacked against her butt repeatedly. 

Harriet wrapped her legs around the big man, holding him in a vise-like 
grip, pulling him down tightly against her belly to get even greater 
penetration by his pulsing prick. His peter sawed in and out, rubbing up and 
down firmly against every part of her super-sensitive cunt. They fought and 
bucked, and Harriet panted for breath beneath the crushing weight pressed 
atop her. She pulled the muscles in her cunt, sucking up every ounce of his 
prick inside her. His balls slapped harder against the bottom of her ass as 
he humped her harder than ever. 

"Oh, God! I never knew it would be like this!" Harriet cried, her eyes open 
wide, her legs trembling as she squeezed them even tighter around the 
heaving man's midsection. The more he drove his hard cock down into her 
aching twat, the more she wanted. It seemed she couldn't get enough of the 
big man's quivering hard-on. It seemed that his prick had grown another full 
inch inside her since he had first slid it in. 

"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh, Harriet!" Bob Hartman was gasping with disbelief at the 
things her cunt was doing to his quivering prick. Her pussy muscles were 
wrapped securely around his organ, milking it expertly as he forced it in 
and out. She was fucking him as expertly as though that were all she had 
ever done in her life. Her cuntal muscles grabbed at the base of his cock 
every time he completed a downward plunge, and they held his rigid tool 
firmly, making it pulsate and throb hotly inside her. She bucked up and down 
on the bed, her bare belly slapping up against his again and again. He was 
on top of her, yet it was she who was riding him, from underneath. It seemed 
impossible, but she was doing it. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Harriet grunted savagely and worked her steaming cunt 
even harder up and down, sliding it off and on Bob's pulsing rod. She 
gripped him firmly inside her again and again, each time releasing his 
gorgeous tool just long enough for him to pull it up for another downward 
thrust. His hot cock was delicious and burning inside her. She wanted it to 
stay buried down in her cunt for the rest of time. 

"Aaahhh! Ohhh, God!" Bob shut his eyes and moaned with delight. He thrust 
his aching cock down deep within her cunt folds repeatedly and felt the wet 
stickiness of her vagina envelop his tool. Her cunt was devouring him alive. 

Harriet's cunt lips quivered with delight as she felt his smooth-skinned 
peterhead fight its way deeper and deeper into the interior of her twat with 
each and every thrust. Her cunt was completely impaled by his immense 
masculine lance. 

They worked together like a madly grinding sex machine. Their bellies 
slapped together rhythmically. Bob's testicles bounced up and down at the 
base of his cock. His butt cheeks flailed up and down in the air, and his 
oozing prick made wet squishy noises as it forced its way into her 
cream-lined fuckhole. The air was filled with the groans and moans of sex 
and the odors of their genitals. 

Harriet gasped, stiffened, and thrust her butt up, driving her cunt all the 
way over the big man's cock. The sensations shooting through her twat 
exploded, making her reel with delight. Never had she known such utter and 
complete pleasure. She brought her hands down to his buttocks and squeezed 
his buns' with her fingers, then pulled his asscheeks apart, exposing his 
butt-hole to the night air. Bucking up and down desperately, her cunt 
exploding, her pussy muscles pulled at his cock without mercy. She was wild 
with passion. 

Bob Hartman rode her as though she were a wild stallion. He clung 
desperately to her, fighting to control the sensations mounting up in his 
squeezed and tortured cock, but she was milking him so expertly that the end 
was near. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Bob gasped, then moaned loudly like a young 
boy shooting his load against a garage wall for the first time in his life. 
His huge prick, which was already filling Harriet to the brink, swelled up 
even bigger, then exploded. He slammed down onto her with all his force. His 
hot, creamy semen shot' out into her vaginal canal in spurts. 

"Oooohhhh, Bob! Aaahhh!" Harriet shuddered violently beneath the big man's 
pounding body. As his hot cum gushed out inside her cunt, one spasm after 
another tore through her body. Her exploding cunt squeezed and milked at his 
intruding penis, working at it like a thousand miniature hands that were 
caressing and stroking every square inch of its long, hard length. 

"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Bob grunted and uttered gurgling sounds as he 
pounded atop her in a sexual delirium. 

Again and again waves of unbelievably beautiful pleasureful sensations 
poured up and out of Harriet's cunt, filling her body. She strained up, 
forcing her pussy firmly against the base of the big man's cock, and she 
shuddered violently as her vagina continued to pulsate against his rigid, 
quivering tool, milking up the final spurts of cum from his balls. 

"Ohhh, God, I'm gonna cum again!" Harriet moaned louder than ever. Closing 
her eyes tightly, she bore up with all her might. Her cuntal muscles 
contracted around the big man's prick, gripping it so firmly that a spurt of 
hot jism seemed to be milked up from nowhere. Her cunt jerked in spasms like 
a quivering fist around his prick, and shooting skyrockets of orgiastic 
pleasure shot out in every direction through her body. 

"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" She cried out in delight, then shuddered heavily and 
collapsed on the bed, her body completely drained. Her cunt hole was 
completely full of his generous offering of hot male milk. 

Bob humped furiously above her for another brief minute, then he collapsed 
atop her belly, his body quivering in spasms of pleasure. 

Harriet's heart pounded like a jackhammer. She could still feel Bob's hard 
cock buried up inside her womb. It was pulsating violently, even though its 
load of semen was gone. She had drained all his juices from his balls, but 
his boner throbbed inside her, unwilling to grow soft. 

Finally Bob pulled up, drawing his milked-out pecker from Harriet's 
fuck-crack, then rolled over beside her and lay staring at the dark ceiling, 
panting for breath. His heart was pounding so hard that Harriet could almost 
hear it beating as she lay beside him on the bed. 

"Oh, shit, what a fuck," Bob said. "Where in the devil did Joe ever find 
you? You're gonna be our gold mine, kid, with a cunt like that." 

Harriet stiffened up and the pleasureful sensations in her body seemed to be 
drained away instantly. She could scarcely believe that a man could be so 
cold after engaging in such an intimate act. First Joe had done it, telling 
her how much the truck drivers were going to like her. Now Bob was doing the 
same thing. 

Bob got up from the bed and moved through the darkness toward his clothes. 
He stumbled twice, cursing, then located the light switch and flicked it on. 
Harriet pulled the sheet up over her nakedness as she watched him dress. She 
suddenly felt very embarrassed. 

Bob laughed at her sudden attempt at shyness. "It's a little late for that, 
honey. I just fucked the shit out of you." 

Harriet trembled beneath the sheet. She felt the warmth of the loads of the 
two men's semen still inside her belly, and it began flowing down and 
spilling out from her cunt. 

"Baby, you're ready," Bob said, grinning at her. "We were wondering if we 
shouldn't wait till tomorrow to send you in some truck drivers, but after 
Joe fucked you, he said you were ready. Now that I've had a chance to screw 
you too, I agree with him. You're a hot little piece of ass. As much as you 
like screwin', you'll be able to go all night long." 

"N-no! Please, Bob, tell Joe to wait till tomorrow." 

"Joe's out in the dining area right now, picking out your first customer," 
Bob said, drawing up his pants and snapping the top of them. He zipped up 
his pants over his still half-hard cock. "He said he's gonna find you the 
biggest pricks in the joint and send them all in before the night's over." 

"Ohhh, no! Don't let him! Talk him out of it!" Harriet thought desperately, 
seeking some way out of her seemingly hopeless situation. "I'll pay you, 
Bob. Help me get away!" 

"You'll pay me with what?" he asked, sneering, his face suddenly hard. 

"My father will pay you." 

Bob laughed. "Sure, he'd pay me, all right. He probably wouldn't even bother 
callin' the cops. He'd come stormin' in here by himself with a gun to make 
sure I got paid off just right." 

"No, Bob, I promise. Please help me!" 

Bob shook his head negatively. "No deal," he said. "If Joe ever found out I 
let you go, he'd kill me. 

"B-but you can't just keep me here like a prisoner!" 

"That's exactly what we're gonna do," Bob said, "and the sooner you get used 
to the idea, the better it'll be for you. Remember what I said about the 
drugs? That wasn't a joke, Harriet. We'll use them on you if we have to. I'd 
hate to make an addict out of a pretty girl like you, but I've done it in 
the past and I'm sure I'll do it again." 

"You're monsters, both of you!" Harriet cried. 

"You'd better shape up," Bob said. "Joe's gonna be bringing in a truck 
driver in a minute, and you'd better spread your legs for him like a good 
little girl." 

"No!" Harriet screamed. "I'm going to tell him everything. I'll tell him to 
get the police." 

Bob ran over to the bed and slapped Harriet hard with the back of his hand, 
leaving a deep red imprint of his fingers in her cheek. She flew back, 
striking her head on the wall, and tears sprang instantly into her eyes. 
Reaching down, Bob grasped a huge tit in each hand, wrapping his fingers 
firmly around them. Slowly he began squeezing. 

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH! OH, GOD! UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Harriet screamed in agony. 
Her eyes bugged out of her head and she wrenched in pain on the bed. 

"Are you gonna do like we say?" Bob asked, squeezing her sensitive titties 
even harder. The ends of her breasts grew white in his hands as his 
squeezing fingers cut off the circulation. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Bob! L-let me go! It h-hurts! Mmmmppphhh!" 

"It'll hurt a lot worse if you try any funny stuff," Bob warned her, slowly 
releasing the pressure. Harriet sobbed in agony and the tears ran down her 
cheeks. "Joe's not gonna send in just anyone," Bob went on. "About half the 
drivers who come into this place know what's going on. If you try to get one 
of them to help you, he'll come straight to us, and do you know what'll 
happen to you then?" 

"Th-they know?" Harriet stammered, blinking. 

"The first week or so, we won't send anyone in to fuck you who wouldn't tell 
us if you tried to get him to help you. Not only that, Harriet, but we have 
a deal with a couple of cops on the police force. Believe me, even if you 
did get the cops out here somehow, they wouldn't do a thing. We bought them 
off a long time ago." 

"Ooohhh!" Harriet moaned in agony and stared down at her pain-seared 
titties. The imprints of Bob's fingers were clearly embedded in her 
sensitive flesh. 

"What I just did to you is nothing," Bob said. "And what you saw happen to 
Billy and Sally, that's nothing either. Horrible things happen to a girl who 
tries to bring the law down on us, Harriet. Do you remember reading in the 
paper a few months ago about that girl who was found lying in an alley-dead 
and naked-with her tits cut up?" 

Harriet's hand went up to her mouth and she gasped with shock. 

"And another month before that? There was another girl found dead, remember? 
She was beaten to death. Think back, Harriet. Remember?" 

"Ohhh, God!" Harriet stared at Bob with wide, unbelieving eyes. Her face was 
ashen white, and she felt suddenly sick. 

"Sally was lucky tonight," Bob said, "and she knows it. The next time she 
crosses us, she won't be so lucky." Bob grinned as he stared at the look of 
shock on Harriet's face. As if delighting in making her as afraid as 
possible, he said, "Have you ever seen a girl writhe on the floor after her 
cunt was filled up with scalding coffee, Harriet?" 

Harriet began gagging and had to fight to keep from being sick. "S-stop," 
she pleaded. 

"Maybe the idea of being shot full of dope doesn't scare you," Bob said, 
"but you'd better think twice before you try anything. Think of those girls 
you read about in the papers." 

Harriet buried her face in her hands and sobbed mournfully. Bob grinned at 
her, turned, switched off the light, and left the room, leaving her alone 
with her tears. 

For the first time Harriet realized how desperate her situation was. Then 
she remembered the words used to describe it. White slavery. Somewhere, in 
an all but forgotten women's confession magazine, she had read a story about 
it. She had brushed the tale off as the figment of someone's imagination at 
the time. 

Later there had been a short documentary on the subject on a new program, 
but Harriet had been doing some other silly thing while the program was on, 
and only a little of it sank into her brain. "Women kidnapped and held as 
prisoners -forced into prostitution-drugged-never any chance of 
escape-thousands-going on every day all around us-girls disappear off the 
streets and are never seen again." 

Harriet bit her lip, fighting back the tears, trying to think. Joe had 
carefully prevented her from telling her father where she was going to work. 
No one at all knew where she was. There was absolutely no hope that she 
would be rescued. 

Harriet stared across the darkened room as she heard footsteps moving up the 
hallway toward her door. She was a prisoner. She had no choice but to do 
everything her captors ordered her to do. If not, they would torture her 
into submission. She had no doubt, either, that they would kill her, just as 
Bob had said, if she tried to get someone to help her. Before they killed 
her, however, they would torture her. They would disfigure her body to set 
an example for the other girls. 

There was a hand on the doorknob. 

Harriet's mind raced desperately. Her only chance was to escape. But how? 
The only way out of the building was through the front entrance. Her 
thoughts snapped to the kitchen. There was a door there, too. But to get to 
the kitchen, she would have to walk right through the dining area, and she 
could scarcely do that stark naked without attracting attention from the 
horny truck drivers. 

They had been very sly in taking her clothes. They had thought of 
everything. 

The door opened, and the shadow of a huge, powerful man loomed against the 
lightened hallway. He stomped inside and slammed the door behind him, 
chuckling eagerly. "Where are you, baby," he rasped. "It's so dark in here a 
guy couldn't see his own hard-on." 

What should she do? Should she take the man into her confidence and beg him 
to help her? No- Bob had warned her that the first week she would see nobody 
she could trust. 

Should she run at him, knock him out of the way, and run for her life. 
No-she would not get far, and then things would be worse than ever. 

There was only one thing she could do, and Harriet knew it. If she wanted to 
survive, she could only do exactly as Bob and Joe had ordered her to do. 

"Over h-here," she said meekly, trembling. 

Survival was what it was all about right now. Somehow, if she could just 
keep alive, and keep them from drugging her out of her mind so she could 
think clearly, she might come up with something. There had to be a way to 
escape-there just had to be. 

As the big man came toward her in the darkness, removing his clothes and 
breathing hard with excitement, the words of that dreadful television came 
burning back in Harriet's mind. 

". . . girls disappear off the streets and are never seen again." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Ahhh, baby, I'm so hot I can't stand it," the big truck driver said, moving 
over to the very edge of the bed. Harriet had heard him remove every item of 
clothing in the darkness, and knew he was now stark naked. "Where are you, 
honey, I wanna stick it in ya. I wanna cum in your cunt." The huge driver 
was panting like a wild man. Harriet's knees went weak. 

The bedsprings shook and squeaked as he climbed up onto her, maneuvered 
himself in position, and aimed his hard cock straight down at her cunt in 
the darkness. "Hurry, baby! Grab it and stick it in!" 

Harriet obeyed him slowly. She knew there was no use trying to avoid the 
act. She would be a plaything for every male truck driver who stopped at the 
truck stop until she managed to find some way to escape from the horrible 
fate. She grasped the big man's taut prick and felt it throb hotly against 
her hand. She aimed it straight toward her cunt, letting him thrust downward 
to force it inside her. 

The big driver gasped, and his cock jerked like a living snake as the tip of 
his cockhead sank down between the folds of Harriet's cuntal lips. "Awww, 
fuck!" he moaned. "You are tight. Joe said you would be." 

Harriet moaned with despair. She was just so much meat for these men. All 
they cared about was sticking their hot peckers down between her legs and 
getting their rocks off. Even Joe, who she had actually thought loved her, 
simply regarded her as so much hot female flesh. 

"Aaaggghhh! Ohhh, shit!" The truck driver moaned with pleasure as he pushed 
on down, forcing his hard dick to slide in between the folds of wet cunt 
beneath him. His hot hard-on jerked in spasms as Harriet's pussy enveloped 
it inch by throbbing inch. "It's been so long since I had a piece of ass I 
almost forgot how good it feels." 

He pushed down harder, driving his huge ramrod in to the hilt. His hot, 
cum-filled balls pressed down against Harriet's legs for a brief instant, 
then he was pulling up again, moaning with delight as her tight cunt pulled 
at his peterskin, forcing it to slide clear up over his dickhead. His piss 
slit opened and a trickle of sticky pre-cum oozed out, lubricating her 
passageway. It was easy to believe that he hadn't had a woman in a long 
time. He scarcely had his cock in her and he was oozing already. 

"Uuummmppphhh!" Harriet groaned as he thrust down again, this time harder. 
His bulbous cockhead slipped in deeper than before, spreading apart her 
walls, forcing its way as deep as it could. 

"Aw, man! Mmmnnn!" The big man moaned again. He seemed shocked at how good 
and how tight she was. "I can feel your pussy squeezin' my dick all over," 
he said. "You've got the tightest little cunt I've ever seen in my life." 

A tremor of pleasure ran up Harriet's belly as his hard cock slid down 
inside her for the third time. In spite of her anguish at realizing just how 
hopeless her situation was, she was becoming sexually aroused by the 
driver's potent instrument. He was so big and hard that he filled her cunt 
completely each time he plunged down, thrusting himself inside her. His 
cock, rubbing against her cuntal walls, sent shivers down her legs. Best of 
all, the topside of his cock was sliding back and forth right across her 
clitoris, rubbing up a storm and causing a series of electric-like spasms to 
shoot out from it in all directions. 

"Ooohhh, you're good!" he moaned. He thrust forward again, then drew out his 
cock until only the very tip of his prick was still inside her. "Ready or 
not, here I come!" He pushed down hard, and his hard-on jerked even more 
violently than ever. He was all but cumming he was so excited. "P-play with 
my ass, baby. Joe tells me you like that. Stick your old finger in me." 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet raised up to meet the downward thrust of the huge 
pole of a cock. Her arms wrapped around the big man's waist and she ran her 
fingers up and down his back, then shoved her hands down onto his buttocks. 
He squirmed excitedly as she drew her fingers around lightly over his naked 
buns. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Unghhh!" Moaning, he bucked rhythmically against her, his 
hard-on packed groin grinding down toward her cunt again and again. His cock 
slid in and out, massaging and frigging her cunt hole and her pulsating 
clit. 

Harriet's despair was temporarily forgotten. No woman could control herself 
against such a beautiful onslaught of hot male prick. Her pussy was suddenly 
alive and willing, quivering with desire for as much hot man meat as it 
could get. Her clit jerked in spasms against the sliding surface of his 
smooth-skinned, slippery cock. It was as if she were two personalities-one 
who resented being forced to submit to the desires of the man pounding up 
and down atop her-the other, taking control, wild with delight at everything 
that was happening. 

"Mmmppphhh!" She moaned with excitement as her cunt absorbed jab after jab 
of his cunt-hungry cock. 

Thrusting back and forth, he rammed his hard, throbbing ram into her pussy 
repeatedly. He was completely dominating her yielding female body, fucking 
her masterfully. 

"Aw, shit, baby, you don't know what it's like to drive cross country in 
that fuckin' truck-no one to talk to-lonely-horny for sex. All a guy can do 
is wait till he gets to a truck stop like this, and then half the time he's 
so tired from the road he can't even get it up." 

"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" His words fell on dead ears. Harriet was now 
worked up into a fever pitch of excitement. A few minutes ago she had been 
hating the idea of this man climbing atop her. Now she was hating the idea 
that it would soon be finished and he would be climbing off. She wanted him 
to stay on top of her forever, fucking her with that big, hard, beautiful 
cock between his legs. 

"Nnngggppphhh!" The big driver gasped as Harriet pulled apart his asscheeks 
and thrust her index finger down inside his buttcrack. She pushed the tip of 
her finger right down against the puckered opening of his asshole, and 
shoved. "Mmmppphhh! Aw, God!" Her finger slid down inside the big man's 
butt. She twisted it around, working it in further until it was completely 
buried up his ass. When she had him groaning with delight, she began slowly 
pulling it out and shoving it in, literally finger-fucking his ass. 

"Mmmppphhh!" She gasped as he reacted to what she was doing to him by 
bucking even harder and faster against her naked body. His hard cock sliced 
down inside her throbbing cunt again and again. His prick actually seemed to 
grow thicker and stiffer. It was sliding along every square inch of her 
tingling pussy tube, and her clitoris was receiving a beautiful rubbing by 
the top of his cock that made her squeal with delight. 

Keeping her wriggling, breathless body pinned securely beneath him, the big 
truck driver continued slamming and ramming forward with desperate thrusts 
that sent shivers up Harriet's spine. 

Harriet responded in kind. She thrust up to meet his pistoning prick, 
forcing her hot cunt to slide up and down on his pulsing stem. As he rose 
and fell over her, she bucked on the bed like a wild animal, her buttocks 
beating a steady rhythm as they slapped up and down on the bed. 

"Mmmppphhh! Nnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped, then moaned loudly. The sensations 
were building up in her clit. In a moment it would be exploding, shooting 
unbelievably delightful sensations raging through her body. She fought to 
hold back. 

The big man fucking her was also struggling to hold back his climax. She 
could feel his hard cock swelling up inside her as he slowly mounted to the 
brink. They gasped and moaned in unison, two animals mad with lust. 

"Oh, God, baby! It's buildin' up! I c-can't hold back much longer! I-Oh, 
shit! Nnnggghhhppp-hhhhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" The truck driver stiffened up 
tight, every muscle in his body going tense save those in his cock which 
were convulsing like mad. Then, just as suddenly, his muscular body broke 
loose in a series of spasms that matched those quaking through his prick in 
intensity. 

"Aaaggghhh! OOOHHH!" Harriet gasped and groaned. She drove her finger as 
hard as she could down into his ass, and raised up off the bed, a glorious 
climax shooting through her body. The man's cock was shooting out huge 
gushes of semen down her tube, and she was squeezing her legs as tight as 
she could, gripping his gigantic, spewing prick desperately as though she 
never wanted to let it go. 

His prick was exploding inside her and he was thrusting so fast that she 
almost feared he would have a heart attack. She could almost hear his heart 
pounding as he shot his load, grunting like a beast of the jungle. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Uuunnnggghhhhhh!!!" Harriet closed her eyes and gave herself up 
completely to the beautiful sensations flooding through her body, then she 
slowly sank down to the bed, pulled her finger out of the man's ass, and 
collapsed, spread-eagled, completely drained. 

The man's thrusts slowed, then stopped altogether. Grunting and panting for 
breath, he climbed off her, jerking out his hard-on, and fell beside her. 

"Aw, fuck, I'm pooped," he said. 

In less than ten minutes, there was a completely different man in Harriet's 
bedroom. Her new customer, however, was not to be satisfied by a simple, 
quick fuck. 

"I want you to suck me a little first," he said, waddling up to her naked in 
the darkness. Reaching out, he grabbed Harriet's head and pulled it toward 
his midsection, making her lips brush across the soft hair below his navel 
and around his big, hard cock. "Suck me, baby," he ordered. "I haven't had a 
good blow-job in a month." 

Harriet moaned in protest, but decided to obey his order. To refuse would be 
to invite punishment by Bob or Joe, and she definitely wanted to avoid the 
kinds of punishment that they dished out. 

So she did as he asked. She brushed her lips over his balls, kissing them to 
his delight, then slowly drew her tongue down the underneath side of his 
pulsing cock. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ahhh, yeah! That's it, baby!" The big man pushed his cock up 
against Harriet's tongue and gasped with delight. 

Harriet drew her tongue up and down his sensitive, smooth-skinned peter. She 
licked it all over, working her tongue all around its length. The big truck 
driver gasped, and he spread his legs further apart, giving her complete 
access to the lustful equipment to be found between them. Trying to told 
back her disgust, Harriet took his huge prick into her mouth and began 
sucking it as skillfully as she could. The driver gasped with pleasure and 
slowly began working his hips, thrusting his hard dick in and out. 

With each forward thrust of his hips, he worked his hard-on a little deeper 
into her mouth. Soon the tip of his prong was sliding down into her throat, 
and then all of him was inside her. 

"Ohhh, suck me!" he ordered. "Hurry!" 

Harriet obliged the man, but only because she knew she had no choice. She 
closed her eyes and debased herself completely, sucking on his monstrous 
erection as hard as she could. At the same time, she moved her lips up and 
down on his tool, tugging his foreskin on and off his cockhead. Her tongue 
was all over his quivering dick, licking it, winding around his cockhead, 
forcing itself down into his piss-slit. As she sucked and licked at it, his 
tool began growing even harder and warmer in her mouth. He was gasping like 
a little boy at how good it felt. 

"Mmmnnn! Uuummmnnn!" Harriet moaned, as though she were enjoying what she 
was doing to him. In fact, to her surprise, she actually was beginning to 
enjoy it. The more she sucked on it, the more the taste of his man-tool 
filled her mouth, and the more she liked it. She actually cooed with 
pleasure when the first little spurt of pre-seminal fluids came trickling 
out the piss-hole in the end of his dick and ran down her tongue. 

"Ungh! Uuummmppphhh!" The man moaned with delight as another surge of juice 
oozed up the length of his throbbing peter. She was creating such a powerful 
vacuum with her mouth that she was literally pulling the cockfluids up from 
his balls. Her tongue and mouth became completely coated with the sticky 
stuff. 

Harriet ran her hands up and down the naked man's legs, caressing them all 
over. Her right hand moved clear on up to the junction of his legs and found 
his balls in the darkness. She began squeezing and fondling them while she 
sucked him off. 

Harriet pulled his prick out of her mouth and raised her head. "You're so 
big," she gasped desperately. 

"D-don't stop! Suck me, please!" The big man panted with desire. 

Harriet's tongue went back to work, moving up and down the full length of 
his erect cock. She wrapped her hot tongue clear around his cockhead, then 
shoved her mouth back down on his wet, slippery peter. Her right hand 
continued fondling his balls, bouncing them up and down gently. Her left 
hand moved up to join it, wrapping itself around the base of his pulsing 
prick. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Jeez! Uuunnnggghhh!" The big truck driver moaned with 
delight. Every inch of his cock and balls were being manipulated by her 
mouth and fingers. She was sucking him off, licking his throbbing stem, and 
pulling her lips up and down over the upper half of his quivering male 
instrument. Her left hand was wrapped solidly around the lower half of his 
pecker, working up and down, masturbating him while she blew him. Her right 
hand was after his balls, massaging them expertly. 

No man could hold up long under such an onslaught on his genitals, and the 
big truck driver was no exception. He struggled valiantly to hold back his 
load, but it was impossible. 

"Nnngggppphhhhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!" His cock stiffened up harder than ever in 
her mouth, jerked violently, then erupted like a gushing fountain. She could 
feel the semen pulsing up through the lower part of his cock as she rubbed 
it up and down, then suddenly his piss-slit opened and closed rapidly while 
his prick jerked in spasms, and jet after jet of creamy semen came gushing 
out into her mouth. 

Harriet sucked as hard as she could, and frigged off the lower half of his 
prick rapidly. She milked up every spurt of hot cum he had to offer, then 
continued to suck until he was gasping for mercy and was forced to push her 
head away. 

His hard, wet cock slapped up against his belly as it emerged from Harriet's 
mouth. The man fell down on the bed, moaning and panting for breath. She had 
drained him completely. 

The next man who came into Harriet's bedroom was a short muscular fellow in 
his fifties. He was short enough to be a jockey, and old enough to be her 
father, but what he had down between his legs more than made up for those 
shortcomings. His cock had to be a full twelve inches long. Harriet couldn't 
see it in the darkness, and even had she been able to see it, she had 
nothing to measure it with. Still, touching it in the darkness, running her 
fingers lightly up and down its length, she gasped with amazement. It was 
more than two hand spans long. 

The little fellow laughed. "Surprised, huh?" 

"Oh, God!" Harriet moaned. "You can't stick that in me! You'll kill me!" 

The short man was too horny to listen to her pleas. He climbed onto her as 
though he were mounting a horse, and Harriet squealed in protest. "H-hurry," 
he urged. "Put me inside you." He was panting like crazy and trembling so 
hard that she could feel his wiry little body shaking atop her. 

Her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement, Harriet reached 
down, grasped his monstrously long cock, and guided the tip of it down 
inside her cunt. 

He pushed down, forcing inch after inch of it to slide down inside her. To 
her relief, he stopped when it was about halfway in, then began pulling it 
back out. He began a slow, rhythmic fucking motion, sawing his huge cock in 
and out, working it just a little bit deeper each time. He was giving her 
time to get used to its enormous size. 

"Uuummmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped and writhed like a wild female 
animal on the bed. His whole shaft was slowly being forced up between her 
legs, and it grew wet and sticky with cock juice and cunt dew as they both 
grew more and more excited. He worked it in her with hungry jabs, until at 
last he was completely inside her. 

Harriet could scarcely believe it. It seemed impossible, but every inch of 
his prick was down inside her cunt, working in and out, and they were 
fucking desperately, each one of them more excited than ever. 

Harriet was fascinated by the little man's prick, and more than a little 
aroused at the sensations it was causing as it worked its way in and out of 
her cuntal tunnel. His cock became completely slicked up by their hot, oily 
love juices, and her wildly twitching clitoris was being worked up to the 
brink of orgasm. 

He humped harder and faster, then Harriet bucked up, slapped her cunt clear 
up around the base of his throbbing prick, and gasped. Wave after wave of 
sensual pleasure was radiating throughout her excited body. 

"Aaaggghhh! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" The little truck driver howled with delight. His 
hard-on stiffened up, gave a violent jerk, straightened out, then went wild 
up inside her pussy. 

"Aaaggghhh! Mmmppphhhhh!" Harriet closed her eyes tightly and humped up and 
down, her naked butt slapping against the sheets, her belly hitting the 
little man's hard stomach again and again. Her cuntal muscles pulled at his 
prick, milking up his thick, rich cum. He was shooting glob after glob of 
his hot, milky offering up inside her twat, and riding her desperately. 

The waves of pleasure shooting up from Harriet's clit slowly subsided. She 
fell back onto the bed, exhausted, allowing the small driver to continue to 
work his peter in and out of her fuck-hole until he was completely drained. 

As he slowly climbed off her and headed wearily for his clothes, she stared 
at him, anxious for him to turn on the light to dress so she could catch an 
eyeful of his manly equipment. She was dying to see how long it really was. 
The little driver seemed somewhat embarrassed now, however, and left the 
room in darkness while he stumbled around, pulling on his clothing. 

Harriet stifled a moan of disappointment and fell back on the bed, panting 
for breath. Of all the men to take her thus far, he was by far the best. His 
age and size of his body were completely deceiving. What he had down between 
his legs was more than enough for any woman. 

There were two, no, there were three more men who came in to visit her after 
the short truck driver with the twelve-inch cock. Harriet was beginning to 
lose count. She no longer knew what time it was. In fact, she no longer even 
knew what day it was. She drifted off to sleep between two of the fucks, and 
she had no way of telling whether she slept for an hour, or for a day, or 
for just five minutes. 

Once, Bob came in with a plate of food and a glass of some strong drink 
which left her half drunk by the time she had drank it. The effect the drink 
had on her senses made it completely impossible to even try to keep track of 
time. 

It was right after she had finished sucking off a six-foot seven-inch giant 
of a truck driver, then let him fuck her with his little six-inch tool, that 
it happened. 

The door opened and someone slipped in hurriedly. Then the door closed and 
the light came on. When Harriet raised her eyes to see who it was, she 
gasped with surprise. 

"B-Billy!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Billy stiffened and began trembling with desire when he saw Harriet laying 
naked on the bed. "Ohhh, God, you're beautiful!" 

"What are you doing in here, Billy!" 

"I had to come," the excited boy said. "I want to fuck you." 

Harriet moaned in despair. "Go, Billy, quick! Do you know what they'll do to 
you if they catch you?" 

"I don't care. I want to fuck you so bad I can't stand it." Billy fumbled 
with the buttons of his shirt. His fingers were shaking so bad he could 
hardly control them. "I'm gonna fill you up with so much cum that you'll 
need artificial respiration to keep from drowning." 

Harriet watched, biting her lip as the boy drew off his shirt, exposing his 
hairless, teen-age torso. He was sleek and muscular, and his chest gleamed 
with perspiration. He looked like a young Greek god. Next he bent down, 
untied his shoes, then kicked them off and removed his socks. Standing 
before her barefoot, the bulge in the front of his pants throbbing, he 
unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, unzipped, then pushed his Levi's 
down. 

"Ohhh!" Harriet uttered a little gasp at the sight of his white briefs and 
the outline of his cock inside them. He had a complete erection. Billy 
kicked off his Levi's, then hooked his fingers in his briefs and shoved them 
down. His rock-hard prick jerked up into view and swayed back and forth over 
his big, semen-filled sacs. His dark pubic hair glistened as he removed his 
briefs completely, then moved right up to the bed. 

Harriet lay back, trembling, offering her naked body to the boy. She did not 
have the heart to refuse him the chance to fuck her, not after the torture 
he had received for attempting it in the kitchen. She asked only one thing. 

"Turn off the light first, Billy. That way they'll think it's just another 
truck driver in here, and they won't open the door. 

Billy jumped up and rushed to the light switch, his hard cock swaying back 
and forth, and jutting out from between his legs. When the room was in 
darkness, he headed back for the bed, stumbled, stubbing his toe, and yelped 
with pain. 

"Shhhhh," Harriet said. She reached out and found him in the darkness. Her 
fingers stroked the smooth skin of his peter, then she grasped it and pulled 
him gently to her by his cock. 

Billy moaned and scrambled up onto the bed, straddling her thighs. He stuck 
his hard cock down between her cunt lips and rubbed it back and forth. 
Harriet helped him by spreading her legs as far as she could, allowing him 
to maneuver into position between them. A tremor of pleasure ran up her 
spine and her clit tingled as he rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy 
crack. Slowly he worked his bulbous prickhead deeper into her crevice, till 
finally his whole cockhead was inside her. 

"Ohhh, man! Ah, this is gonna be great!" Billy was so excited he was 
shaking. 

Harriet ran her hands over the boy's naked body. She wanted him to fuck 
her-not because she was horny-but because she wanted him to know what it was 
like to have a woman. She felt guilty for the beating and torture he had 
received, and this was the only way she knew to pay him back. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Billy gasped as he pushed down, forcing his throbbing hard-on 
to slowly sink into her steaming cunthole. His teen-age peter was jerking in 
spasms. Each time it jerked, the piss slit in the end opened up and a spurt 
of sticky fluid oozed out, wetting Harriet's cuntal passageway and allowing 
his dick to slip in even more easily. The head of his cock expanded with 
blood and throbbed hotly against her sensitive pussy folds. 

"F-fuck me, Billy," Harriet urged, wanting to make it as exciting for him as 
possible. "Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me. I want you to cum in my 
cunt!" 

Her words had the desired effect on the over-eager boy. He gasped with 
delight and pushed harder. His quivering erection slid in inch by inch until 
it was completely embedded inside Harriet's snatch. 

"Ohhh, Jeez! Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, you're so tight! Mmmnnn!" He was wild with 
excitement. He began bucking at once, raising and lowering his smooth 
buttocks to drive his prick in and out of her cunt. "It f-feels so good." 

"Faster, Billy," Harriet said. "Ahhh! I can feel every inch of your hot cock 
moving in and out. You're so big and hard." He bucked madly as she spoke, 
making his cock frig her cunt hole and her pulsating clit. His hot peter 
meat was beginning to stimulate her, and as she urged him on, it was no 
longer an act to excite him, but her own true excitement mounting from the 
massage his hot cock was giving her cunny. Her pussy yearned for more of the 
boy's meat. She lifted her hips up off the bed, screwing her tight pussy 
right down his shaft until his hot balls were grinding against her 
butt-hole. Still she couldn't get enough of the boy. Her clit was begging 
for more and more cock. 

"Uuummmppphhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Billy grunted desperately and jabbed his 
quivering rod down into her cunt in sharp, excited thrusts. 

Harriet shuddered with pleasure. It was too good to be true, having a horny 
teen-age boy who was in the height of sexual development, grinding atop her 
naked body. Their bare bellies slapped together again and again, and his 
cock made wet squishy noises as it slid in and out of their love juices. She 
ran her hand down his naked back to his buttocks and began brushing her 
fingertips lightly over his exposed buns. It excited her to touch the boy's 
bare rectum, and it excited Billy even more. He bucked harder as her fingers 
moved down into his ass crevice, and when her index finger pushed against 
his butthole, then forced its way down inside, he cried out loudly with 
delight. 

Harriet cried out too as he drove his quivering pole all the way down inside 
her and it jerked violently in her belly. 

They were so excited that they didn't notice the door open and a meager 
shaft of light from the dimly lighted corridor filter into the room. A 
shadowed figure slipped into the room, then the door shut quickly once 
again. 

"Ohhhh, Billy! Aaaggghhh!" Harriet moaned loudly, and her moan covered up 
the creaking moan of protest made by the weakened floorboard as a heavy foot 
made its way toward the bed. 

"Nnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Ahhh, Jeez it's good! It's buildin' up, H-Harriet! 
I can't hold back much longer! It-OOOHHH!" 

"Aaaggghhh!" Harriet felt her orgasm break over her and send little shivers 
of pleasure and delight all through her body. Her mind spun off into another 
world as bursts of pleasureful sensations shot through her loins. 

"AAARRRGGGHHHHH! I can't hold it back! OOOHHH!" Billy was straining every 
muscle in his body in a valiant attempt to hold back his load. 

"L-let it come, Billy!" Harriet squealed. "Ohh... it feels good! You're so 
big and hard! You- Ooohhh-Ah, Billy!" 

"UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Billy gasped, trembled, then his prick gave a 
mighty jerk inside Harriet's cunt. She felt his prong ripple as his semen 
began gushing up its length. 

Harriet thrust her midsection up to meet the boy as the first gigantic spurt 
of semen came squirting out inside her hole. She moaned with delight as she 
heard Billy scream with pleasure. 

"EEEEEIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH!!! OH, GOD! A AA ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" 

Harriet stiffened. Something was wrong. Suddenly his body was off the bed, 
down on the floor, thrashing around and screaming. 

"NNNGGGPPPHHH!!! OHHHHHH, SHIT!!! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!" 

"Oh, God!" Harriet put her hand over her mouth. Something was terribly 
wrong. 

The light came on. Harriet's eyes were blinded at first by the glare, but 
then, she gaped at the horrifying sight that confronted her terror-stricken 
gaze. 

Billy was rolling in agony on the floor, his hands down in his crotch, 
clenching himself desperately. His face was screwed up in the agony of the 
worst kind of pain imaginable. 

Above Billy stood Joe Billings. With his hard toed leather shoes he had 
kicked Billy in the bare nuts. 

The door opened and Bob Hartman came rushing in. He glared at the sight of 
Billy squirming and screaming on the floor in agony. Together, Joe and Bob 
dragged the boy from the room. They slammed the door behind them. 

Harriet's vision grew blurry. The hot gush of semen which had shot from 
Billy's cock was still inside her. For a brief moment, she was going to be 
sick. She swooned back onto the bed and closed her eyes, losing herself into 
unconsciousness. 

When she finally opened her eyes Harriet shook her head. Had it all been a 
horrible dream? 

The door opened, and Bob Hartman came in carrying a plate of food. Harriet 
pushed it away. She stared at him, searching for some clue to reveal whether 
or not the kicking in of Billy's genitals had been a dream or reality. 

He only seemed angry that she wouldn't eat. "All right," he said, scowling 
as he moved back to the door. "You've rested long enough. There's a dozen 
truck drivers out there with hard-ons sticking down their pants' legs." With 
that, Bob left, switching off the light and slamming the door behind him. 

Harriet lay trembling in the darkened room, doubting her sanity. Had it been 
her imagination. But no, it had been too real for that. She shook her head 
sadly back and forth. She didn't know what to think anymore. Her body and 
brain were numb. 

She stiffened as she heard footsteps moving down the hallway. Another 
body-numbing session of cock-sucking and fucking was about to begin. 
Harriet's stomach contracted into a tight knot as she geared herself for 
another onslaught of brutal sex with the truck drivers. It seemed that she 
had already been held prisoner in the dingy truck stop bedroom for an 
eternity. 

The door opened slowly, a huge masculine figure slipped into the room, and 
then the door closed. She heard an excited rasping of breath, then listened 
as the big truck driver began pulling off his clothes in the darkness. She 
flinched when she heard the man's zipper descend and his pants being pushed 
to the floor. 

In less than thirty seconds, he was stark naked and moving toward the bed. 
Harriet could hear him breathing above her, then felt the weight of his body 
on the bed. She gave a little jerk as she felt his hand touch her leg, then 
felt his fingers draw up toward her thigh. He caressed her naked legs gently 
with his fingertips and little shivers ran up her spine. She spread her legs 
as his fingers reached her cunny bush and began moving around in her wiry 
pubic hairs. 

"Ooohhh!" Gasping as his finger slid down inside her crack, she raised her 
butt up off the bed, forcing her pussy to slide all the way up on his 
finger. He chuckled at her reaction, and began twisting his finger while his 
thumb located her clit button and began massaging it. 

Harriet raised up into a sitting position as he masturbated her. She reached 
out and found his hard cock, and began stroking it. The big man gasped, then 
soon his moans were filling the pitch-black little bedroom. By now, Harriet 
knew what was expected of her. She moved her face out and drew her tongue up 
the underneath side of the man's huge hard-on, licking it hard. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Aaahhh!" He moaned with delight. Her tongue was all over his 
hard-on, licking up a storm. When at last she pushed her lips over the end 
of his quivering dick and took it into her mouth, his whole body was shaking 
with excitement. His quivering prick jerked, his piss slit in the end opened 
up, and a spurt of sticky cockfluids oozed all over her tongue. 

Harriet forced her sucking mouth right down to the root of the truck 
driver's erection. Sucking hard, she licked it and pushed and pulled with 
her lips, forcing the loose outer skin of his cock to slide up and down on 
the hard inner core. 

"Mmmppphhh! Aaaggghhh!" He liked what she was doing, and made no attempt to 
keep her from knowing it. His finger frigged away beautifully in and out of 
her steaming cunt crack. His thumb massaged her clit without mercy. 

The more she sucked on his prick, the harder and bigger it grew in her 
mouth. Then suddenly, to Harriet's surprise, the man leaned over and thrust 
his face down between her legs and his hot, wet tongue darted out right down 
inside her snatch. 

"Uuummmnnn! Mmmnnn!" She moaned with delight as he drew his tongue up and 
down her quivering crack, licking hard at her pussy skin. When his tongue 
found her clitoris and began licking it, she writhed around on the bed like 
a wild animal and it was all she could do to keep her mouth pumping up and 
down on his hard-on. 

"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" They moaned in unison, both of them becoming more and 
more excited. The sensations shooting out from Harriet's cunt made her whole 
body glow with pleasure. What he was doing with his tongue up between her 
legs was too good to believe. She knew, too, that it was just as good for 
him. He was groaning madly. His cock was completely hard and oozing like 
crazy in her mouth. 

She sucked harder, and she worked her lips up and down as hard and fast as 
she could on his stiffened peter. 

"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh! MMMPPPHHH!" The big man's entire body stiffened, then 
broke loose in a series of spasms so that it was all Harriet could do to 
keep her mouth on his convulsing pecker. She could feel his stem expand and 
the waves of semen shooting up its length. His bulbous, smooth-skinned 
cockhead jerked mightily, his piss slit opened, and a glob of white 
male-milk shot out against the roof of her mouth. Another glob of creamy 
jism followed, then another. His hot cock erupted inside her mouth, spewing 
out an offering of which any man would have been proud. 

Harriet moaned loudly and jerked in orgiastic spasms on the bed as waves of 
pleasure rippled through her cunt. He was making her cum with his tongue 
while he erupted inside her mouth. 

"Ooohhh!" The big man gasped as she sucked hard to pull out the last spurt 
of semen through the hole in the end of his dick. Then he raised his mouth 
up from her cunt and pulled back slowly, withdrawing his still-hard, 
slippery penis from her mouth. 

Harriet collapsed weakly on the bed, but he was not yet finished. She was 
still panting for breath when suddenly he was climbing onto her. She uttered 
an exclamation of surprise as he forced her legs apart and maneuvered 
himself into position between them. His hard cock pushed down, forcing his 
prickhead down between the outer folds of her pussy. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" She moaned loudly when his cockhead entered her cunt. 
Pushing down with a slow but steady pressure, he forced his rod to slide 
down inside her inch by inch, until it was completely embedded in her tube. 

He seemed more excited than ever. His hard, muscular body began rising and 
falling above her. His quivering dick sawed in and out of her cunt, sliding 
on and off her throbbing clitoris. The waves of intense pleasure his mouth 
had created up between her legs returned tenfold. 

"Uuuummmmpppphhhhh! Uuuunnnggghhhhh! Aaaggghhh!" Harriet gasped and 
squirmed. She thrust her glowing cunt up over his prick with each and every 
downward thrust he made. Her tight pussy slid on and off his peter-stem. She 
could scarcely believe how big and hard his cock was, and right after he had 
just shot his load in her mouth. 

"Nnnggghhh! Mmmppphhh!" His thrusts grew more desperate. To her utter 
disbelief, he was already on the brink of another climax. She could tell he 
was fighting valiantly to hold back his load, and she writhed beneath him 
savagely, wanting to bring herself off at the same time his dick cut loose 
with its second load. 

The sweat ran down their naked bodies. The dark room was filled with their 
grunts and moans and with the smell of sex. Their bellies slapped together 
noisily, and his cock made wet squishy noises as it sliced in and out of her 
slippery cunt. 

"Nnnggghhh!" He stiffened up inside her. His cock jerked violently, then 
exploded. Hot jets of creamy jism came gushing up the length of his prick, 
shot out the end, and splattered all over the inside of her vibrant tube. 

"Mmmppphhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Harriet ground up to meet his prick, taking it 
inside her cunt completely. Her pussy muscles squeezed down on it hard, then 
her whole body broke loose in the most exciting climax she had ever 
experienced. Waves of pure sexual pleasure shot out from her cunt in all 
directions. As his wet globs of semen came gushing out inside her, her body 
seemed to explode. 

They writhed naked on the bed, grinding their exploding midsections together 
desperately until they collapsed into one quivering mass of human flesh. 
They lay quietly like that a long moment, with him still on top of her and 
panting for breath. He raised up at last and rolled over beside her. 

Never had Harriet known such a beautiful fuck. He had created sensations in 
her body which she would never have believed possible. Of all the men who 
had jammed their hard-ons down inside her snatch since she was taken 
prisoner, he was the sexual marvel of them all. She was almost disappointed 
when she felt him rise up off the bed in the darkness and cross the room. 

She raised up and shielded her eyes from the sudden glare of the light that 
would come when he switched it on to find his clothing and dress. She wanted 
to look at him. Of all the men who had laid her, here at last was one she 
truly wanted to see. 

He flicked the light switch. She squinted against the harsh glare of the 
sudden light, then her eyes went wide and her face grew suddenly ashen 
white. Gasping, she clasped her hand over her mouth and her mind spun 
dizzily. 

"Oh, my God!" the man exclaimed. 

Harriet moaned with despair. "D-Daddy!" 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

John Bradford's face turned a deep red while his whole body shook with 
emotion. His hard cock swayed back and forth before his daughter's eyes. A 
gleaming strand of semen dangled down from his cockhead and his whole prick 
was still wet and slippery with the fluids from his daughter's cunt. 

Harriet's stomach tightened up so hard she bent over double. The room spun 
around her and became an indistinct blur. The world seemed to be crumbling. 
She wished she could somehow become non-existent to escape from the horrible 
crime she had just committed. She had sucked her father's hard-on and made 
him cum in her mouth-then allowed him to fuck her until he came again. She 
would never be able to look at herself in the mirror again. 

John Bradford's mouth moved, but he could not speak. He stood staring at his 
stark naked daughter with wide, unbelieving eyes, but could only Truck Stop 
Girl stammer. 

Harriet leaped from the bed and bolted past him for the door. Tearing it 
open, she ran into the hallway stark naked and down the dimly-lit corridor. 
The dining room loomed ahead, filled with the smoke and idle chatter of a 
dozen truck drivers. Harriet didn't stop. She rushed into the dining area, 
her bare breasts flopping, and weaved her way through the tables like a 
skier through an obstacle course. 

The truck drivers stiffened up in their chairs and stared at her with wide, 
unbelieving eyes, watching her naked behind shake as she made it to the 
door, tore it open, and dashed outdoors. 

Joe Billings and Bob Hartman stared at each other numbly, too shocked to 
react. "What the hell?" Joe said. 

Bob shook his head back and forth. "I don't know what happened," he said. 
"She was in there with John Bradford, and-" 

"What?" Joe Billing's mouth fell open. "You idiot!" he exclaimed. "He's her 
father!" 

The thud of heavy footsteps made them turn their heads. John Bradford was 
moving straight toward them with a look of grim determination on his face. 
His fists were clenched, his face red with anger, and his body was shaking 
with rage. His eyes gleamed murderously. 

Joe Billings spun and bolted for the door. Bob Hartman tried to follow, but 
was not so lucky. Suddenly a huge pair of hands grasped the back of his 
shirt and lifted him bodily up off the floor. 

John Bradford twisted him around, crushed him up against a wall, and brought 
a huge fist crashing down. 

Harriet ran blindly through the parking lot full of semi trucks, her breasts 
and behind bouncing in the cool night air. She had to hide- 
somewhere-anywhere. She had to get away from this horrible place. She had to 
escape not from Joe Billings and Bob Hartman, but from her father. He would 
never forgive her for what she had done. He would never understand that she 
had been forced to do it. 

The sharp gravel cut into her bare feet, but she was so numb she felt no 
pain. Up ahead loomed a large semi truck with the rear doors hanging wide 
open. The parking lot was empty save for her and the trucks. No one could 
see her. Harriet ran for the truck. She flung herself up through the doors 
onto the truck bed and scampered back into the dark belly of the 
eighteen-wheeled monster. Crouching down in a corner, her emotions broke at 
last. She melted into a tearful, quivering mass of naked female flesh. She 
was completely dehumanized. She could sink no lower than this. 

Two men hurried out of the shadows along the edge of the truck-stop 
restaurant grunting under the heavy load they carried between them. They 
made their way quickly toward the open truck, their eyes darting around to 
make sure no one was there to see them. Moaning, they hoisted their load up 
into the back of the truck, pushed it inside, then quickly closed the doors 
and locked them. 

A loud crash came from the restaurant. They turned to see what had happened, 
just as Joe Billings came rushing out the door toward them. Another loud 
crash came from the restaurant. Joe turned his head nervously, then dashed 
up to the two men. 

"Did you get him in the truck?" he asked, his voice high-pitched with 
fearful excitement. 

The men nodded. "What's going on?" one asked. 

A man's scream came ringing through the air from the open restaurant door. 
People began to rush through the door into the parking lot. The truck 
drivers who ran from the building amassed in a group. The waitresses who had 
been serving food a few short minutes before ran into a corner of the 
parking lot and grouped in a huddle, staring at the building with wide, 
shocked eyes. 

"I-I'll take the truck," Joe Billings said quickly, his voice shaking with 
nervousness. "You men get in there and help Bob." Joe leaped into the cab of 
the truck and switched on the ignition. The big diesel motor of the semi 
rumbled into action. Joe hit the gearshift and the truck lunged forward, 
rolling toward the highway. Another scream and crash filled the air. 

The two men he had left behind stared at each other. "Fuck it," one said. 
"Let's get out of here." 

A large plate glass window in the restaurant shattered as a chair came 
flying out into the parking lot. Sally, standing at the edge of the group of 
waitress-prostitutes, stared numbly at the exploding building, then stared 
at the departing truck as she heard a loud scream come from the back of it. 

"Harriet!" Sally muttered, turning white. She saw Joe Billings face white 
with fear in the cab of the truck as he turned out into the highway, hit the 
next higher gear, and sent the eighteen-wheeled monster rolling away from 
the scene of mad destruction taking place in the restaurant behind him. 

Bob Hartman lay in a crumpled heap in the middle of the floor, broken tables 
and chairs laying in splinters around him. John Bradford reached down, 
grasped the bleeding, half-unconscious restaurant manager by the hair, 
lifted him up, and tossed him clear across the room. He stared around the 
broken up interior of the restaurant, still shaking with rage, but his eyes 
slowly were filling with the realization that his daughter was gone, and so 
was Joe Billings, and that he was wasting valuable time. 

John ran for the door and out into the parking lot. A half dozen big semis 
were pulling out onto the highway as the frightened truck drivers who had 
been eating in the restaurant eyed the scene, wanting to become involved but 
not sure what was going on. 

"Harriet!" John screamed. "Oh, God, where is she!" He turned to the cringing 
group of waitresses who were staring fearfully at him as though he were a 
madman. 

"Where's Harriet!" he screamed. 

Sally ran forward. "Joe's got her in the back of a truck," she said. "He's 
headed south." 

"What kind of truck? What-" 

Sally flinched with embarrassment. "I don't know. I-It was a big red truck 
with the name of-Oh, God! I can't remember!" 

John grabbed Sally's arm. "Come on," he ordered. "We've got to stop them!" 
He raced for his truck, half dragging Sally behind him. Tearing open the 
door to his cab, he shoved her inside, then climbed in after her. He started 
the motor. 

"OH, GOD!!!" There were wild screams from the waitresses in the parking lot. 

"He's got a gun!" one of them yelled. 

John Bradford turned and saw Bob Hartman standing in the open door of the 
restaurant, a double-barreled shotgun in his hands. The truck lunged 
forward. 

"Look out!" 

Bob Hartman was raising the gun, aiming it straight at John Bradford in the 
cab of his truck. 

"Down!" John ordered, pushing Sally down onto the floorboard. He could see 
the deadly end of the barrel of the shotgun being aimed straight at his 
head. Quickly he pulled the steering wheel sharply to the right, making the 
monster semi groan in protest as it wheeled around in a sharp circle. The 
nose of the truck zeroed in on the restaurant doorway. 

Bob Hartman pulled the trigger. The shotgun blast roared through the parking 
lot, but the restaurant manager's hands were shaking so badly that his shot 
went completely wild. Only a few pellets smashed into the windshield of the 
truck, cracking the glass in concentric rings. 

The truck roared forward and the restaurant manager's eyes went wide. He 
stumbled back, trying to take aim for a second blast at the oncoming truck, 
but it was too late. 

Wild sirens of a half-dozen police cars came wailing up the highway as the 
huge semi-truck crashed through the door of the restaurant and disappeared 
inside, caving in the wall and roof. Bob Hartman gasped, dropped the 
shotgun, and clung desperately to the radiator of the monster as it bore 
upon him. 

John Bradford tried to stop the truck, but there was nothing he could do. 
The big monstrous semi carried Bob Hartman on its nose clear through the 
dining area of the restaurant, then nosed through the kitchen wall, crushing 
the restaurant manager into an unrecognizable pulp of blood and flesh and 
bones. 

The roof of the restaurant creaked in protest, then came crashing down all 
over the truck. The walls began collapsing. There was a loud explosion in 
the kitchen, followed by flames shooting up through the pile of broken 
timber. 

John put the truck in reverse and backed out slowly. Bob Hartman slid down 
into the wreckage of the restaurant and was covered up by a pile of rubble 
as flames whipped out above his lifeless body. 

The truck lunged on back into the parking lot and jerked to a stop just as 
six police cars whipped into the entrance, skidded to a stop, and the police 
piled from their cars. 

John Bradford was already out of his truck, running for the restaurant in a 
vain attempt to rescue Bob Hartman's lifeless body. A second explosion 
erupted like a volcano, sending flames fifty feet up into the air. Two 
policemen grabbed John and pulled him back. 

"There's a man in there!" He protested. "I hit him with my truck!" 

"You did this?" an officer asked. "You hit the restaurant with your truck?" 

"For God's sake! Get him out of there!" John screamed. 

The policeman stared at the broken pile of rubble which had once been a 
restaurant. The whole thing was in flames. "It's too late for that, buddy, 
the policeman said. "Now what the hell happened?" 

"The guy who's in there is Bob Hartman, the manager of the restaurant!" one 
of the waitresses said, moving up timidly. 

"He was trying to kill John, here!" a truck driver put in, moving up with 
his fellow drivers. "Why, John?" he asked. "What's going on?" 

"They had my daughter in there!" John exploded. "They were making her-making 
her prostitute herself. I didn't know it was her! The room was dark. I-I. . 
. ." John Bradford broke down, unable to continue. "I've got to save her," 
he moaned. "The owner of the restaurant has got her in his truck." 

Another truck driver shook his head in agreement. "He'll kill her," he said, 
"to keep her from talkin'." 

"John's right!" a third truck driver said. "We've got to stop 'em." 

"Listen," the policeman said. "I don't know what's happening, but you can 
explain later. You do what you have to do. We'll follow!" 

There was a wild scramble in the parking lot. Every truck driver raced for 
his semi and set its motor grinding into action. John Bradford leaped back 
into the cab of his truck with Sally and backed quickly on around, then 
nosed his monstrous truck out into the highway. A half dozen other trucks 
headed out behind him, followed by the six police cars. Behind them, the 
waitresses piled into three cars and came roaring up from the rear. It was a 
weird procession which made its way through the night down the open highway. 
Slowly picking up speed, it began moving faster and faster until the open 
countryside was whipping past. 

John's CB radio crackled. "Go get 'em, Horny Toad," the voice said, using 
John's radio code name. "We're right behind you, setting up a convoy." 

John smiled grimly. He reached out, picked up his mike, and muttered, 
"Ten-four. I sure appreciate the help." A glance in his rear-view mirror 
made his heart swell with affection for his fellow truck drivers who would 
follow him through hell, if necessary, to help him save his daughter. 

Sally reached a hand out and placed it on John's leg. "I'm s-sorry," she 
said softly. "I tried to warn Harriet, but I never got a chance. Bob Hartman 
was hanging around her like a jackal." 

"That dirty bastard," John said, gritting his teeth, then his body shook as 
he remembered the horrible fate Bob Hartman had met. 

"I started to tell her a couple times," Sally went on, "but it would have 
been better if I hadn't said anything. She told Joe what I said. I didn't 
know he was her boyfriend." 

"I'll kill him when I get my hands on him!" John said grimly. 

"I feel like it's all my fault," Sally said, her voice shaking with emotion. 
"I just wish there was something I could do to make up for it." 

She stared over at John Bradford's serious face. There was one thing she 
could do to help atone for her failure to help the big man's daughter. It 
wasn't much, but it was all she could offer. Her fingers drew up his leg, 
moving toward his bulging crotch. He was so filled with pent-up anger that 
he was like a volcano about to erupt. If he caught up to Joe Billings in a 
state like this, he might truly kill the restaurant owner who had set up his 
daughter. Not that Joe Billings didn't deserve killing, but it would do no 
one any good for John Bradford to go to prison for it. What Sally could do 
for the big man might mean the difference between his committing a murder he 
would regret for the rest of his life, and his remaining a free man. 

Her fingers found his crotch and began rubbing around in little circles. She 
grasped the zipper of his pants and began slowly pulling it down. 

John Bradford stared down, holding his breath. He seemed to sense what the 
girl was trying to do, and realized she wasn't doing it for sexual reasons. 
She simply wanted to drain some of the tension out of his body so he could 
think and act clearly. He knew she was right. The CB radio crackled again. 
"Horny Toad, this is Injured Beaver right behind you. Any sign of 'em yet?" 

John's truck sped down the winding highway, humming a low, confident purr. 
He felt his stiffening cock being pulled from his open fly by Sally's apt 
fingers. 

"Negative, Injured Beaver," John said, gasping as he felt Sally's hot mouth 
slide down over the length of his throbbing erection. "No sign of 'em 
y-yet." 

He shoved his foot down on the accelerator. Sally's mouth and tongue were 
all over his aching erection. His cock throbbed in spasms as she ran her 
tongue up and down its length and pushed and pulled at his peterskin with 
her squeezing lips. With a pleased groan, he gashed, feeling her head bob 
slowly up and down his vein-etched stick. Her lips worked down closer and 
closer to the thicket of dark pubic hair at the base of his staff. 

John groaned and raised his hips upward, offering himself completely to the 
girl's wildly sucking mouth. His hard, aching cock slid back and forth 
through her beautiful lips. He clenched his teeth and gripped the steering 
wheel desperately as the delicious sensations built up in his rod. She was 
sucking him so hard it was impossible to hold back. 

"Ohhhh! Aaaggghhh! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!" John gasped as the muscles in his hot 
throbbing peter broke. His sticky man fluids came gushing up into her mouth. 
Hot cum splashed against the walls of Sally's mouth and coated her tongue. 
She swallowed John's semen as fast as it shot out his cock, making gargling 
noises in the back of her throat. 

John's entire body shook in spasms of pleasure, and then, when it was over, 
and she raised her head, a strand of sticky semen dangling from her lips, 
the tension in his body was gone at last. He was now in full control of his 
emotions. He could face the crisis ahead with coolness and not perform some 
murderous crime of revenge which would blacken his life forever. 

The countryside rolled past ever faster as the big truck picked up speed, 
roaring down the open highway. John stared ahead, straining his eyes, 
searching for the dim tail-lights which were somewhere up ahead-the 
tail-lights of the eighteen-wheeled monster which was carrying his daughter 
to her fate. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Harriet lay in an unconscious heap across the naked body in the back of the 
truck. When the two men had pitched it in at the parking lot, then slammed 
the door shut, locking her in the back of the truck, she had remained silent 
a long moment, then slowly crept forward toward the door. She had heard the 
loud thump when the men had thrown the object into the truck, but didn't 
know what the object was until she stumbled against it, then fell sprawled 
across it in the darkness-a man's naked body. 

Panic had seized her-a scream stuck in her throat. Laying sprawled out over 
the cold, nude body of the man, she had frozen with fright, then slowly 
started to withdraw. 

The horrible realization of who it was hit her all at once-It was Billy! She 
had not been dreaming about what had happened in the restaurant. Joe 
Billings had actually killed him. 

Harriet's stomach tightened up into a knot that made her whole body wrench 
in pain. She thought she was going to be sick. Her head spun dizzily, her 
scream, pent up to the bursting point, broke loose, echoing loudly through 
the back of the empty truck, and she collapsed into blissful unconsciousness 
across the dead boy's body. 

The two bodies-Harriet's unconscious one, and Billy's lifeless one-bounced 
up and down in the back of the truck as Joe Billings drove the chromed, 
gleaming monster desperately through the darkness. 

At last he reached the place he was looking for. The highway was winding 
around the side of a steep hill. On one side of the road, the ground rose 
up, towering over the top of the rapidly moving truck. On the other, the 
ground fell away sharply, and down at the bottom of the sheer face of the 
embankment, a swift river raced along. Its murky depths would provide the 
perfect hiding place for Billy's body. Joe eased the big truck down and 
pulled over to the side of the road, then stopped. Getting out quickly, he 
headed for the back of the truck, then wrenched open the door. 

Not one, but two bodies spilled out of the truck, dropping at his feet. 
Joe's eyes went wide when he saw Harriet laying stark naked across the dead 
teen-age boy, then a cruel sneer came to the big restaurant owner's face. 

"You dirty bitch!" he growled. Harriet moaned and her body twitched beneath 
him, then she slowly opened her eyes. She stiffened up and cringed back when 
she saw who was standing above her. 

"You caused all this trouble, you damned whore!" Joe snapped. "None of this 
would have happened if it wasn't for you!" 

"N-no! Please, Joe!" 

"Shut up!" Joe ordered, kicking her in the stomach with his foot. Reaching 
down he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over to the ledge at the side 
of the road, thrusting her head over and forcing her to stare down. Harriet 
could see the river gleaming as it ran swiftly below them in the moonlight. 
"That's where I'm gonna drop Billy," Joe said, grinning cruelly, "and I'm 
gonna toss you in with him. You'll never cause me any more trouble." 

"Ohhh, no! Joe, please!" 

"First, though, I'm gonna teach you a lesson," Joe said. "It'll be the last 
lesson of your life. It might not do you much good, but it sure as hell's 
gonna make me feel a whole lot better." 

Joe slowly unbuckled his belt, then pulled it out of the loops in his pants. 
He snapped it sharply, then looped it, and brought it down over Harriet's 
head and around her neck. 

"Mmmppphhh!" Harriet gasped as he pulled her back over the ground, literally 
dragging her by the neck. She choked, and grabbed the belt with her fingers, 
trying desperately to pull it away from her neck. 

Holding her firmly with the belt around her neck with one hand, Joe 
unfastened and dropped his pants with the other. He shoved down his briefs, 
and his cock stiffened up in the cool night air. Harriet could see it 
gleaming in the darkness over her reddening face as she gasped for breath 
through the tight constricting leather band around her throat. 

Joe pulled hard with the belt, dragging her face down in the dirt at the 
edge of the road on her belly, then climbed onto her backside. Harriet 
moaned for mercy. She could hardly breath. Her life was slowly being choked 
away by the leather band. 

"Aaaggghhh!" She gasped as her legs were forced apart, splaying open her 
naked buns. Joe maneuvered behind her rectum, his hard cock rubbing down on 
her ass. He forced it down into her asscrack. His bulbous cockhead was 
jamming up tight against the brown puckering of her asshole. 

"Nnngggppphhh! Gggppphhh!" Harriet's cry was a half choke and a half cry of 
pain as Joe's cockhead forced its way down inside her, splitting open her 
ass. 

Showing no mercy whatsoever, Joe thrust down with all his might, driving 
every inch of his solid, throbbing pecker all the way down into Harriet's 
quivering shit-tube, filling it up completely. 

"Aaaggghhh! UUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" Harriet squirmed desperately on the ground, her 
naked belly and tits grinding into the dirt. Never had she known such pain. 
Joe's hot peter pole burned like fire in her butthole. She sobbed with 
fright and humiliation on the ground, writhing frantically. 

Breathing loudly with excitement, Joe began working his jerking male weapon 
in and out of her painfully dilated anal passageway, fucking her in the ass. 
His cock made squishing sounds as it forced its way up and down her 
tightly-gripping butt. He bucked wildly, shoving his prick ever deeper into 
the depths of her shit hole. His legs twitched in spasms atop her, 
tightening and relaxing as the pleasureful thrills caused by the fucking he 
was giving her rushed through his loins. 

He began driving his quivering, swollen cock faster into her tight-fitting, 
virgin asshole. 

"Nnngggppphhhhh! Mmmppphhhhh!" Harriet shrieked with pain. His monstrous 
cock was splitting her apart. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Joe gasped with pleasure and grunted like a savage 
animal as he drove his hard cock in and out again and again. Opening his 
eyes wide, he stiffened the muscles in his body as the pleasureful 
sensations built up in intensity. It was all he could do to hold back his 
pent-up semen. The vibrating sensations in his cock were becoming impossible 
to control. 

A long row of flickering lights appeared before his eyes far up the road on 
the hillside. Joe's eyes were half blurred with pleasure, and they appeared 
like a long moving streak. He humped faster, concentrating on only one 
thing-the delightful sensations shooting through his prick. 

"Gggmmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped and twisted her head back and 
forth in pain beneath the belt which was choking her tighter than ever. Her 
eyes came to rest on Billy's naked body, lying in the moonlight. His 
lifeless eyes were staring straight at her. He seemed almost alive. He 
appeared to simply be lying there naked, relaxed, watching. 

She closed her eyes, choking with emotion for the horribly brutalized youth. 
The tears spilled from her eyes. Her body became numb, blotting out the 
severe spasms of pain which were shooting through her ass. 

"Ungh! Ohhhhh, God! Uuummmppphhh!" Joe was bucking atop her like a cowboy 
astride a wild stallion. His hard, red peter thrust in and out of her butt. 
He cried out with pleasure, stiffening up his body into rock hardness, then 
jerked madly, his cock swelling up and shooting out its load of semen. 

Even as his hot sperm was shooting up the length of his prick and out into 
the tight confines of Harriet's asshole, Joe could see the lights far up on 
the hill moving closer and closer. 

"Aaaggghhh!" He gave a shudder and collapsed, his still-throbbing cock 
embedded deeply in her bowels. 

Harriet opened her eyes suddenly. She twisted her head around as the 
pressure of the belt around her neck slackened. What she heard was a steady 
hum. The hum slowly grew to a roar as she stared up the road and saw the 
strange procession moving down the hillside toward them. Six or seven huge 
semi trucks were speeding forward, followed by several police cars, and 
behind them, still more cars. The unlikely combination of vehicles was 
charging toward them at breakneck speed. 

Joe saw it clearly now. He gasped with shock and pulled up from Harriet's 
naked body, jerking his cock from her ass. The lead truck came roaring right 
up-there was a loud screech as John Bradford hit his brakes-and the truck 
ground to a stop, kicking up dust as it came to a halt within twenty feet of 
his naked daughter and the man who had just brutalized her asshole. 

More truckers came rushing up to join him in the darkness, then several 
police officers were at his side as well. In less than half a minute, there 
was a wall of truckers, policemen, and waitresses moving slowly forward. 
Their faces were glaring with anger when they saw what Joe Billings had just 
done to Harriet. Then, when they saw Billy's naked body laying in the dirt, 
the shock and anger seemed to rise among them like a vapor. 

Harriet scrambled to her feet. Her naked breasts and cunny gleamed in the 
moonlight as her father and the group of men and women around him 
approached. She tried in vain to cover herself with her hands. The shame of 
having her nakedness exposed once more to her father was more than she could 
bear. She spun around and raced up along the side of Joe Billing's semi 
truck and scrambled into the cab, hiding herself there. 

Joe Billings backed away slowly from the wall of hate and anger approaching 
him. Even the policemen seemed reluctant to stop the truckers from rushing 
right up and tearing the restaurant owner apart limb by limb. 

It was, in fact, John Bradford himself who halted the crowd. Sally's mouth 
had done its work well up between his legs, draining out not only his semen, 
but the hate he felt for the monster of a man as well. John no longer wanted 
vengeance. He only wanted his daughter back safe, and that had been 
accomplished. There was no reason to base themselves to Joe Billings' level 
by tearing him to pieces. 

John held out his arms, stopping his truck driver friends and allowing the 
police officers to move forward to do their duty. Sally raced forward too, 
and ran up to the cab of the truck to Harriet. 

Harriet sobbed with shame and brought up her knees to hide her nakedness.. 
Her knee hit the emergency brake of the big eighteen-wheeled semi. The truck 
gave a jolt, then began rolling slowly backward, headed right for Joe 
Billings and the ledge behind him which overlooked the raging river. 

"Look out!" John Bradford warned. 

The two policemen who were approaching Joe Billings backed quickly away. The 
truck was moving back rapidly. Joe whirled around, his eyes opening wide and 
a look of utter terror flooding his face. He reached up frantically, 
grabbing the back of the truck, and was carried back forcibly toward the 
open-mouthed ravine. 

The edge of the road crumbled as the big wheels of the truck rolled back and 
off into empty space, carrying Joe Billings with them as he clung 
desperately to the tail of the truck. 

John Bradford rushed forward as the cab of the truck rolled past. He reached 
inside, grasped his naked daughter, and pulled her to safety in a movement 
so fast it was almost imperceptible. The truck seemed to pause for a split 
second, as if giving him time to complete that act, and Joe Billings hung 
suspended beneath the truck, dangling a hundred feet above the raging 
torrent of the river beneath him. Then, the truck gave a loud groan and 
continued rolling backward, tumbling completely off the road and dropping 
into space. It hit the earth just once, crushing Joe Billings into a 
lifeless pulp of blood and bones beneath the tail of the truck, then toppled 
off and plunged on down into the river, carrying what was left of his body 
with it. 

There was a huge splash and then the truck and Joe Billings were gone. 

There was an eerie moment of utter silence as the group of people amassed on 
the road up above stood in shock. Down below, the river was rushing on as if 
nothing had happened. Then slowly, their bodies numbed with what had just 
happened, the people began to stir back to life. 

John Bradford held his naked daughter tightly to his breast, and Sally was 
wrapping a coat around Harriet to cover her nakedness. They all turned 
toward the lifeless body of Billy, laying naked in the road. His eyes were 
staring straight toward the spot where the truck had plunged off the road 
and down into the river. 

It was not Billy's eyes which brought the emotion choking to their throats 
as they looked at him, however. One of the waitresses expressed the feeling 
they got looking at him laying there perhaps best. 

"It was eerie," she said. "It was almost supernatural. He seemed to be 
smiling." 


End
