Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel (15 page)

And so it went, each guy taking a
turn at drilling me in either my pussy or my ass, usually alternating, although
there were a couple of enterprising men that trying to both go at the same
time.  Unfortunately for them, in the position I was tied, they couldn't quite
manage it without a whole lot of touching between the two of them, which they
weren't too interested in.  They quickly abandoned the idea.  After about 45
minutes, I was filled completely with man jam.  Every guy had taken a turn and
I had gobs of their spunk leaking out of both my pussy and my ass, both holes
feeling like they were stretched obscenely open. 

When they were done, all the men left
and I remained tied to the cage.  My back was aching from being bent over and
fucked for so long in the same position, and my legs were numb from the ropes. 
It was another thirty minutes before Charles returned to release me.  All he
told me was that everyone had a good time and I'd get a nice bonus for
cooperating.  He always made me feel like I had a choice, but usually after the
fact.

As soon as I was free, I collapsed in
a heap and closed my eyes.  I lay there for a few minutes, cum running from me,
and fell deeply asleep.  Since that night I've been sore, and I told Charles I
needed to rest.  He agreed to only send me important clients for the next
couple of days.  That was his idea of letting me have time off.

This was an exciting week!  I mean,
I'm still in this fucking cage but maybe I won't be for much longer.  But
that's not even the most exciting part!  Dani's back! 

I was still recovering from being
Charles' party cum dump when he woke me up one morning with a boot to the door
of the cage.  When you spend your day naked and behind bars upstairs at a truck
stop, people seem to have little regard for your privacy or sleeping schedule.

"Hey Anna, you have a
visitor," he said.

I yawned, annoyed that he was waking
me up to service one of his buddies again.  It had been a couple of days
though, and his criteria for "important clients" was starting to
slip.  I opened my eyes as I heard him open my lock and then start to walk
away.  "You have an hour," he called out, closing the door to the
room behind him as he left.

I was surprised that he had announced
a time limit.  I couldn't recall him ever telling a client that he had any sort
of limits, although I wasn't sure how people paid him or on what basis.  I
didn't know if it was time based, or determined by what they wanted to do to
me.  He would often stop upstairs after I'd been with something new and confirm
what we had done, so I assumed he used that to figure out how much to charge. 
I sometimes imagined he had some sort of sexual menu with prices on it that the
truckers and friends of his browsed through before coming up to see me.

"Anna?"  The voice that
said my name was soft and feminine, not at all what I was expecting.  Hell, I
couldn't even remember the last time someone other than Charles even used my
name.  The voice was also a little bit familiar.

I finally rubbed the last bit of
sleep out of my eyes and looked up through the bars.  I saw her feet, first. 
She had green painted toenails which were exposed through her sandals.  Her
long, pale, freckled legs were bare up to a pair of brown shorts.  She was
wearing a dark green shirt that was just a slightly different shade than her
toes, and her well formed breasts were twin mounds underneath the cloth and red
hair that fell down past her shoulders.  When I got to her face, I could see a
smile on her lips but concern in her deep green eyes.  They still sparkled the
way I remembered them, though, and despite how I felt my own face broke into a
huge smile as I saw her.

"Dani!"  The cage door was
open and I hopped up onto my hands and knees and crawled quickly out, instantly
ashamed that she saw me like this, caged and crawling naked on all fours, but
not enough to stop me from leaping up as soon as I was out to throw my arms
around her.  I was deliriously happy when I felt her own arms squeeze me back,
equally hard.

After we held each other firmly for
at least a minute, Dani finally pulled back a bit to look me in the eyes.  I
was reluctant to release my grip so I still kept my hands around her neck. 
"Anna?  What's going on?  Why are you in a... a cage?"

Something about the way she asked me,
the look in her eyes, the shame that I felt at having her see me like this, all
of it came crashing down on me at once and I broke down.  Tears started to fall
from my eyes, and my chest began to heave as I sobbed.  I couldn't even talk,
so Dani pulled me close again and I cried into her shoulder.  I wept and wept,
surprised at how much I needed a good cry.  I had spent the last few months
hardening myself against everything that was going on, with no one to open up
to.  Even though I barely knew Dani, she felt as safe to me now as she did that
first time we met.

When I had finally calmed down, she
pulled back again to look at me.  Her hands went up to my face and cupped my
cheeks, her thumbs pushing away the tears that were still moistening them. 
"Are you a prisoner here?" she asked, her eyes piercing into my soul
as she waited for an answer.

"Yes," I said.  "That
is, well, no, not really.  I don't really know, actually."  Shame and
guilt weighed down on me again as I realized that I couldn't even claim to be a
prisoner since I never really firmly asked to leave.  I knew the consequences
of leaving and I wasn't strong enough to face them.  Dani would never be in
this situation.  Although I believed she was a bit younger than me, a year at
the most, she seemed infinitely stronger.

"Either you're free to leave or
you aren't," she said simply. 

"I think I am, I just, I'm
scared.  I've been doing this so long, I don't know where to go or what to do
with myself.  Every time I bring it up to Charles, he convinces me to stay
longer."

"How does he convince you,"
she asked, raising her eyebrow.  My arms had moved down from her neck but I
still held tightly onto her around the hips, afraid she would disappear again
if I let her go even for a second.

"I think he drugs me sometimes,
I'm not sure.  I get very confused and hazy when I start to really think about
leaving.  Once I stop thinking and asking about it, I start to clear up.  But
I've never really flat out said I wanted to go.  He has my money as well.  I
assume he'd give it to me.  I really don't know, Dani.  I'm just so glad to see
you.  I've missed you."  My cheeks grew hot as I felt a bit of
embarrassment at my admission.  "I know we hardly know each other, but...
I just missed you."

"I missed you, too, Anna,"
she said.  "I told you I'd come back.  I'm just sorry it took so long. 
When you're hitching around the country you can't always go where you want to
go right when you want to get there.  I got sidetracked a lot.  But I thought
about you often, and I've been working on getting back here for weeks."

We hugged again, my bare breasts
pushing against her clothed ones and our arms wrapped around each other.  I
buried my face in her long red hair and inhaled her scent.  I could tell she
hadn't showered in days, but she still smelled wonderful to me.

We pulled back again and our eyes
met.  The sparkle in hers made me smile, and she smiled back.  We just looked
at each other for a long moment and then I moved my head slowly forward,
wanting to feel her lips on my own.  She seemed to hesitate at first, and my
heart skipped a beat in fear that she would reject me, but then she seemed to
make up her mind and met me the rest of the way.

Our mouths touched tentatively at
first, unsure of each other after so long of an absence and so brief of an
initial meeting.  She was still the only girl I had ever had any sort of
physical sexual contact with, but I yearned to experience her passion again. 
We kissed slowly at first, testing and tasting each other's lips and tongue. 
Hers tasted like strawberry.

My hands tightened around her waist
as our kisses grew more passionate.  Our tongues began to push deeper into each
other's mouths, and I could feel myself getting turned on.  As I started to run
my hand up her body, she pulled away suddenly.

"Anna, I don't have a lot of
time..."

"I know," I said, "so
why are you stopping?"  I reached for her again, but she grabbed my hand
and squeezed it.

"I think we need to talk." 
She must have seen the look in my eyes, because she quickly added, "I want
to, Anna, believe me.  I want nothing more than to keep kissing you and more,
but I think right now there's something more important to discuss here.  I'm
worried about you."

I let go of her hand and turned my
head away, embarrassed again.  I was quiet and so was she.  I turned back and
she was just looking at me, her eyes full of emotion.

"Is this..." she gestured
towards the cage, "what you really want?  Anna, that guy wanted $100 from
me when I asked to see you.  I had to convince him I'm just a friend coming for
a visit so I wouldn't have to pay, and that's why he just gave me an hour.  How
much of all this money he's collecting are you getting?  Is it really worth
it?"

The truth was, what Charles collected
from each person was a mystery to me, I only got a fixed monthly amount.   But
if he was charging that much for an hour with me, I was really getting ripped
off.  He only paid me an extra bonus for the "extreme" acts, and who
knows how much he got for those, or even what he considered extreme.  When I didn't
say anything, she continued.

"When we first met, I told you
that as long as you were doing this willingly, I would never judge you.  But I
have to know.  Is this really what you want to do?"  She again glanced
quickly at the cage.  "For god sakes, you're sleeping naked in a locked
cage with a collar around your neck!  Does this make you happy?  I just want to
know if you need help, Anna.  If you do, please,
tell me
.  I can
help."

I looked at Dani and I could feel my
eyes well up with tears again.  No one ever asks if I'm happy.  No one ever
asks if this is what I want.  For the longest time I was afraid to ever really
give it a lot of thought because I was scared of the conclusion I would draw. 
If I decided that I didn't want to do this, then what would I do?  I would have
to leave, and I was just scared of being alone.

I really did enjoy sex, and a lot of
the encounters, at least the vanilla ones, were kind of fun.  And I was
supposedly making money.  I didn't know how qualified I would be for any other
job.  But I could always try and find something, and a steady relationship
would give me all the sex I wanted, the way I wanted it.  So the truth was, I
could probably get everything I wanted without this situation, and avoid the
things I didn't like.  I definitely didn't like being in this cage.  I wanted
to return to my room and feel like a human being again, instead of some sort of
sex animal.

I slowly shook my head as the tears
started to fall again.  Dani reached forward and took me back into her arms.  This
time I didn't break down completely, and I pushed her back when I had composed
myself once more.  "I'm sorry," I said.

"For what?"  She had a
puzzled look on her face.

"I'm just a mess," I said. 
"This isn't your problem, it's mine.  There's nothing you can do anyway. 
I just need to tell Charles I'm done.  I've just been... scared."

"Don't worry about whose problem
it is, I want to help you, Anna.  What are you scared about?  Charles?  Do you
think he would hurt you, or try to keep you here against your will?"

I shook my head.  "I'm scared of
him a bit, but I really don't know how he'd react if I said I wanted to go. 
But mostly I'm scared of what I would do even if he does let me go.  I'm scared
to be alone."

Dani reached up and ran a soft hand through
my hair.  "Oh Anna, you won't be alone.  You'll come with me.  We'll
figure out where to go, what to do.  But this isn't the solution."  She
gestured back to the cage.  "How do you even... go to the bathroom?"

I motioned her over to the cage and
pressed my head against the bars, indicating her to do the same.  "In the
back there behind the wall, there's a toilet."

"My god, what if someone comes
in here, they'd see you?"

I laughed at how naive she was. 
"If only that was the worst thing I had to worry about," I said.

She shuddered.  "Where's all
your stuff?  Your clothes or money or whatever?"

"There's a hidden compartment
behind the toilet, but all Charles lets me have is my journal and a couple of
books.  He keeps my money for me.  I'm not allowed any clothes.  They just slow
things down, he told me."

"Anna!  That's horrible.  You're
a fucking slave!"

I dropped my head in shame again.  It
sounded worse now that I'd given voice to it all.  She wasn't wrong.  I was a
fool for going along with this for as long as I had.

"What about... birth control? 
Do the guys all wear condoms?"

I shook my head.  "No, I'm on
the... shit.  Oh my god!  How could I have forgotten about it for so long? 
When I was living in the room downstairs I was on the pill, but then I got put
up here and drugged and... I don't know... I just forgot all about it.  Got
into a routine, I guess, and just never thought of it."

Her eyes were as wide as mine. 
"When was your last period?"

"I don't even remember.  Not
since I got in here...  oh my god!"