Emasculated by E-Bike 5

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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story, none of the character details are real. Each character is over 18 yrs of age and are engaging consensually.

Mike has moved across town into a more rural setting. This requires him to cover more distance via e-bike to meet his tops. It is once again summertime in Mike's neck of the woods. The warm temperatures are driving Mike's libido to unusual heights.

In our last episode, Mike returned to meet the older farmer, named Lester. This time, Lester's friend Jake was there as was Lester's father Oscar. The three men fucked Mary with no holds barred. Mary descended into what she called "sex zombie" mode. She was literally out of her mind with lust, doing almost anything the three men asked her to do.

The mid-day heat rose to over 90 degrees and the heat inside the farm house became oppressive, even with the fans on full. Mary ended up blacking out because of the non-stop sex and dehydration.

When Mary (Mike), regained consciousness, she found herself in an airstream trailer with the air conditioning on high. She was lying on the bed in the rear of the trailer, naked, except for her wig and lipstick. To her horror, she soon realized that the trailer was moving.

We join Mary as she discovers she has become mobile.

Be informed, I let myself go down a kink rabbit hole while writing this. I don't know what got into me, but I let my dark side out and let it run around for a while. If it goes too far, I apologize in advance, it starts around the section called "Mike Realizes He's in Deep Trouble".

Leave a comment either way - if you hate it, I'll keep my dark side on a leash. If you love it, I'll let it out more often and let it prowl.

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Mary is Being Transported in an Airstream

I could tell by the rattling and rumbling that we were traveling at hi-way speeds. I got up from the bed and looked out the side window of the airstream. I could see cornfields passing as we cruised down a remote rural two-lane. I walked to the front of the airstream and pulled the curtain aside to look out the front window. I saw a pickup pulling the trailer with three men stacked inside. It was Lester and Jake with Oscar at the wheel.

I started to realize that I had lost control of the situation. The potential danger snapped Mary out of her "sex zombie" mode and my male brain emerged.

"Where the fuck are you perverts taking me," I asked under my breath, as I paced around the trailer, "You fuckers better take me back to the farm and let me go, or there will be hell to pay."

"What the fuck are you going to do?" my logical mind screamed, "Tell the police these three men kidnapped you after you volunteered to wear lipstick and a wig and let them fuck your brains out."

I realized that I needed to get myself out of this situation on my own. I had to figure out how to get back to my e-bike and get home to my actual life. I vowed that I would never again allow my lustful lizard brain to invade my logical mind. I had no idea how long I had been out or how far I was from the farm and my e-bike. Real terror started to set in as I realized that I had completely lost control of the situation.

Fifteen minutes passed as the trailer barreled along at hi-way speeds. I figured we had travelled at least fifteen miles from Lester's farm. As the trailer gradually decelerated, I looked out the side window again to see a few one-story brick buildings pass the window. One was a rural feed store, the other was what looked like a biker bar with all the bikes parked out front in a net row. We were passing through what looked like a small rural town.

The trailer slowed to nearly a stop and then made a left turn into a gravel parking lot. I ran to the left side of the trailer to look out the window. I saw cars parked near a small, square cinderblock building with a blue-letter sign that read "VFW" over the door.

"Those fuckers are going to pimp me out at the VFW," I said under my breath, "Fucking Lester is going ahead with his stupid idea of selling my ass for $50 a turn."

There were maybe a dozen cars in the parking lot in the middle of a workday. This meant they were either retired, alcoholics, or both. I could feel the truck jerk as Oscar put it in park. I tried the door of the trailer, but it was locked from the outside.

"Fuck!" I yelled in frustration, "Let me out your fuckers!"

The door flew open, and Lester shoved me back, hard so I fell on the floor on my ass.

"Did I hear you say, Fuck?" Lester said smiling, "You must be clairvoyant, because that's exactly why we're here. We can make some money off your tight ass and not have to pay for drinks for a month!"

"C'mon, Lester," I begged, "It's getting late and I have to get home before my wife returns from work."

"It's only 1 P. M.," Lester smiled, "We'll have you back on the road by 3 P. M. at the latest. But when you get home to your wife, you're not going to be straight anymore."

"Lester, this has gone too far," I pleaded, "I already passed out from what you, Jake and your father did to me back at the house. Just let me go before this goes from consensual to criminal."

"Are you kidding," Lester laughed, "It's your word against ours. Now get your hands behind your back, or I'll dump you right here and let you explain yourself to anyone who finds you."

I panicked and made a run for the door. I felt Lester's big hand grab me by the neck and in seconds I was on the floor. Then he rolled me over and hog tied me like I was one of his farm animals. I looked over my shoulder to see Jake watching as Lester restrained me.

"Your Pa is inside, gauging the interest of his buddies," Jake said in a low voice, "Are you sure we should be doing this? It doesn't feel right."

"She's asking for it," Lester sneered, "She wore the wig and the lipstick, once the dicks start filling her up, she'll beg for more."

"Your Dad is asking $10 for her mouth and $25 for her ass, for $30 bucks you get both," Jake told Lester, "At those prices, I think we're going to have the entire bar in here."

"Pa doesn't want his airstream trashed," Lester said, "So we're doing this behind the bar, it's secluded enough back there."

"Jeezus," I thought to myself, "These crazy inbreds are going to pimp me out in public in the 95-degree heat. I've got to figure out a way to escape."

Lester grabbed my bound hands and my neck and walked me out of the trailer. The trailer's door was on the side facing the VFW. We exited the trailer into the early afternoon sun. I was totally naked except for my lipstick and my wig. As we passed the back of the airstream, I noticed my e-bike up on a rack on the back. This gave me some comfort as I considered I could ride back home if I managed to escape.

Lester walked me to the back of the VFW to a grassy spot behind a dumpster. Jake pulled over an old cardboard box.

"Here, we can set her on this so at least she's not in the dirt," Jake offered, spreading the box out to cover the maximum area, "We're hidden from the road by the building and hidden from the parking lot by the dumpster."

"Yeah, this should work well," Lester agreed, "Our customers should be exiting the VFW by the back door there, and they can just walk around the dumpster to collect on their payment."

I couldn't believe that Lester was going through with this. I tried to bargain with Lester and Jake, "Please don't do this. If you take me back to the farm, I'll do anything you want and come back every day."

"I think you're going to do that anyway," Lester laughed, "You clearly like getting fucked."

"Seriously," I pleaded, "Just let me go ad I'll be back tomorrow and do whatever kinky shit you want. Nothing is off the table. Anything you can think of I'll do."

"We've gone through all the trouble of getting you here," Lester explained, "We're not leaving without having some fun. Besides, Pa has a bunch of buddies in there who he wont want to lose face with now that he's made the offer."

"What if I paid you double whatever money you think you can make here just to let me go?" I begged, clearly desperate in my situation, "I'll bring you cash tomorrow."

"Well now," Lester laughed, "What if you put those two offers together? You pay us double AND you do whatever kinky shit we want you to do?"

"That sounds like a pretty good deal," Jake chimed in, "But how do we know you're going to show up tomorrow. We may never see you again."

Unexpected Interloper Interrupts Oscar's Plan

The back door of the VFW broke open and a tall, busty woman wearing a tube top and cutoff shorts emerged. Both her arms were covered with elaborate tattoo sleeves that extended all the way to her neckline. She had a cigarette in her mouth and a lighter in her hand. She tilted her head and lit the cigarette. Then she looked around and saw Jake's head over the top of the dumpster.

She walked around the dumpster and discovered the three of us. Jake and Lester wearing their farm attire. I however was naked, bound, wearing a wig and lipstick.

The woman looked at the three of us and took a long drag on her cigarette. Then she took a few steps closer and took another drag. The woman looked to be in her early forties. She wasn't a shrinking violet; she looked more like a biker chic than a farmer's wife.

"Is this the piece of ass that Oscar is trying to sell inside?" She asked in a low, smoker's voice with a cynical smirk.

"Yeah," Lester responded, "You want to get in on the action?"

"He looks like a faggot," she replied, "Not much I can do with a faggot unless he likes to eat pussy and ass. My old man won't do either anymore; not even if I suck his dick."

"Oh, she'll do whatever we want her to do," Lester offered, "You can have her mouth for $10 bucks."

"How much if my old man wants to fuck her while she eats me," the biker chic asked as if she was haggling at a swap meet.

"Ten bucks for her mouth, twenty-five bucks for her ass, and thirty bucks if you want it all," Lester answered as if I was a blue-light special at the diner.

The biker chic pulled her phone out of her back pocket and started a call, "Hey Zeke, get your ass behind the bar, I'm horny and I have a proposition."

She looked up at Lester smiling, "That will get that horny fucker out here in two seconds flat," she laughed.

The back entrance door to the VFW flew open and out walked a biker dude with a sense of urgency on his face. He was about six feet tall, but he was square. His broad shoulders supported muscular arms that were covered in tattoos. He had his sleeveless biker leathers on with no shirt underneath. This guy had felon written all over him; he was a menacing figure that I wanted to avoid at all costs. The biker glanced at me like it was no big deal to have a bound man, naked behind a bar in broad daylight.

"What's goin' on, Barb," the biker, whom I assumed was Zeke, asked the woman, "Is this the fag the old guy is trying to sell inside?"

"Yeah," Barb, biker chic replied, "I want it to eat my pussy and ass since you won't do it. These guys want ten bucks but if you want to fuck him too, then it will cost thirty."

"Why would I pay for it, when I can just take it," Zeke replied, "These two fuckers aren't going to stop me," the biker glared at Jake and Lester.

"We're not looking for troubled," Lester said, putting his hands up as if he was trying to deflect an inbound assault.

"Yeah, we're just having some fun here," Jake chimed in, "We're making a little beer money on the side with this pervert."

"You want him to eat you baby?" Zeke asked his woman.

"I'm horny as hell, baby," Barb replied, "I like the idea of laying back and letting this fucker do all the work."

"Well let's take him back to our place and I'll make sure he eats you until you're numb," Zeke suggested, "I'm sure these two limp dicks would rather let us have her than go home in a body bag."

Zeke lifted his leathers to reveal a Glock in his waistband.

"Jeezus, man, do what you want," Jake said in panicked voice, "We were just having a few laughs and looking to make some beer money."

"My bikes on the back of the trailer!" I blurted out, nodding my head toward the airstream.

"Untie him," Zeke demanded.

Mary Tries to Make an Escape

Barb walked behind me and undid the knot on my restraints. I got to my feet and bolted past Lester and Jake, running toward my e-bike to make my escape. I ripped the bike off the rack, mounted it, pulled the helmet off the bars, ripped of the fucking wig and pulled the helmet over my head. I floored the throttle and zoomed across the gravel parking lot careening between parked cars and motorcycles.

I blazed out onto the shoulder of the two-lane hi-way and started headed in a direction I thought took me home. I didn't care that I was riding naked in public, I was just relieved that I had avoided being gang-raped by a bunch of old drunks at the VFW. I tried to open my maps app on my iPhone on the handlebars to plot my course for home. I wanted to stop at the farm and pick up my cutoff shorts so I could sneak back home without getting arrested.

It looked like the farm was just 6 miles away. The phone estimated my ETA at 12 minutes. I kept the throttle pegged fully open, bringing my speed to over thirty miles-per-hour. It felt strangely normal to be riding naked after all I had been through today. I was glad that out in this rural area and at this time of day, the traffic was mostly semi-trucks. I kept pulling back on the throttle looking for more speed, but my bike was redlined.

I was startled by the blast of a semi-truck horn behind me. I assumed he had seen my naked ass and was honking to acknowledge my exhibitionism. I heard the loud hiss of the air brakes, then the thunderous moan of the Jake brake as the semi slowed it's approach. Suddenly, I was flanked by a large tractor trailer wheel as the semi moved dangerously close to the shoulder. It continued to encroach on me, forcing me into the gravel at top speed. It was all I could do to keep the bike under control as I hit the gravel. I carefully applied the brakes and recovered, stopping before I crashed.

The truck pulled off the shoulder blocking my path. Out jumped the Barb with an angry glare on her face.

"Get in the fucking truck!" she barked as she grabbed my handlebars, pulling the bike away from me.

Zeke walked around the front of the cab and approached with an even more menacing look than when I first saw him, "Give me that fuckin' bike," he roared.

He grabbed my bike and threw it onto the flatbed trailer of his big rig. Meanwhile, his girlfriend grabbed my be the neck and marched me over to the passenger side of the cab.

"Get the fuck in there, faggot," she ordered, "You owe me some head!"

My adrenaline was pumping as I climbed into the big rig. The cockpit area had two black leather seats separated by a gear shift. There was a surprisingly large flat screen monitor mounted near the center of the dash that was currently displaying a map along with various engine indicators. Behind the seats, there was a bunk area with a queen bed and a large screen TV. I climbed in the back area, assuming my two captors would sit in the cockpit seats.

Barb took the passenger seat and within a few seconds, the driver's side door opened, and Zeke climbed into the driver's seat. Once he did, he started the process of merging back into traffic. Once we were back up to hi-way speeds, Zeke glared over his shoulder at me and laid down the law.

"Look, you keep my girl happy, and you'll do just fine," Zeke warned, "If you don't make her happy, I've got no use for you, so I'll take you back to that VFW and let those fuckers have their way with you. I'm pretty sure you didn't make any friends back there with your little escape attempt."

"I'll do whatever you want, I just need to be home before 3 P. M." I pleaded, sounding like a pathetic child.

"Home? This is home now, bitch, we're over-the-road truckers. We're on a three-day trip to the west coast and Barb here has an itch. Isn't that right, Baby?"

"Oh yeah, three days should give me plenty of time to get this itch out of my system," Barb said with a sinister laugh, "I'm ready to get started as soon as we're back on the free-way."

"I can't be gone for three days!" I protested, "I have a wife that will wonder where I am."

"You're married!" Barb scoffed, "Why were you letting those fuckers pimp you out at the VFW?"

"The kidnapped me," I explained, "I passed out and they took advantage."

"Then why was the old man bragging that he had himself an insatiable whore who he and his two buddies had been fucking this week? I assume you're the whore he was talking about."

"I don't want to talk about it," I said sheepishly, "I made a mistake and I just want to go home."

"Well, the good news is, if you're married, you know how to eat pussy," Barb laughed, "The bad news is, that were not going to be back this way for about 6 days, so you better get used to me being your pillow princess until then."

"I can't be gone for a week!" I yelled, "My wife will think I'm dead!"

"If you're any good at eating pussy, we'll send her a note making up a story that you had to jump a flight for work," Barb explained, "If you aren't good at eating pussy, I've got no use for you anyway, so we'll dump you somewhere along the way and you can ride home. I think she'd going to be suspicious though given you're naked and you look like you've been fucked hard."

Mike Realizes He's In Deep Trouble

I couldn't believe how quickly my life had been ruined. The VFW was bad enough, but now I was being held captive by an over-the-road trucking team who wanted me to be their on-board sex slave all the way across the Rockies. I hated myself for letting myself ever leave my house to go looking for sex. I sat there in horror as Zeke drove the semi along the two-lane headed for the overpass ahead that brought the cloverleaf onto the westbound freeway.

"We're about to hit the freeway if you want to get comfortable," Zeke told Barb.

"Oh, it's about time," Barb quipped as she climbed over the bucket seat into the cabin area behind the cockpit.

"Do a good job, bitch," Barb warned, "Or Zeke will beat you silly and drop you off at a biker bar in your birthday suit."

I watched in horror as the forty-plus year old undid the button on her cutoff shorts and unzipped her fly. I was still grappling with the idea that I was now a captive sex slave for these two strangers. Barb wiggled her curvy hips as she slid her cutoffs down revealing her shaved snatch. She threw her shorts to the side of the cabin and then pulled her tube top over her head exposing her massive D-cup breasts. To be honest, Barb had a great body, I just wasn't attracted to the person inside.

"Time to lick momma to orgasm, pervert," Barb said as she laid back on the pillow and spread her legs in front of me, "Don't stop until I pull your head off."

I crawled between Barb's open thighs, making my way to her shaved cunt. I kissed her inner thighs as I worked my way up, hoping to gain her approval so Zeke wouldn't bludgeon me and leave me on the side of the road for some other abuser to pick me up. As I approached Barb's shaved snatch, her aroma became apparent. It wasn't unpleasant, in fact, I could feel my cock starting to get hard.

"That's right," Barb moaned, "Give me a nice long lick to get me started."

I was surprised that Barb had no tan lines except for two faint white areas under each ass cheek. I assumed that she must sunbath naked. Her ass was round and full, spreading nicely as she let her legs fall open onto the mattress to give me full access. I started by kissing her pussy, then I took a long, slow lick from her anus all the way up to her clit.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Barb purred, "I've been needing this for a while. Eat that pussy for your mistress."

I took more long, slow licks from the bottom of Barb's cunt all the way up to her clit. Pausing there and taking her clit into my mouth to suck on it for a while. It was a nice contrast to sucking the huge cocks of my farmhouse masters. I let my tongue flick across the top of Barbs hooded clit, causing her to moan and arch her back in pleasure.

"That's it slave, make your mistress cum with your tongue," Barb hissed as I worked her pussy into a sloppy wet mess, "You're going to be down there all the way to California so you better get used to it."

I worked my tongue slowly up each side of her opening, focusing on letting the tip of my tongue work between the folds in her labia. I could tell it was working when Barb's hands grabbed my head and held me where she wanted more attention. I repeated the same thing on the other side of her opening and this time she lifted her hips and ground her wet pussy all over my face. She even rubbed her clit back and forth across my nose, covering my face in her pussy juice.

"Oh gawd," Barb moaned, "I'm really going to enjoy the next six days."

I continued to do my best to pleasure the curvy woman and bring her to orgasm. I wet one of my fingers and inserted it into her cunt. I slowly pulled back along the top of her cervix looking for the squishy spot that I knew was her g-spot. Fortunately, Barb's g-spot was nicely swollen and easy to find. I started stroking my finger over the spongy area while my tongue continued to lick her labia and clitoris.

"This pervert's gonna make me cum, Zeke," Barb moaned out to her man, "He's got skills."

I was too busy servicing Barb to watch for Zeke's reaction. He didn't respond verbally, and I wasn't watching him to see his response either. I was working Barb's pussy over pretty good. I was stroking her g-spot, rubbing my finger across her anus and sucking on her clit all at the same time. I wanted to make her cum as soon as I could so that I could get on her good side and maybe use that to escape my captivity.

I kept up my triple assault while Barb's breath was becoming more jagged. I knew she was getting close, and I wanted to keep going until she was in full orgasmic spasm.

"Oh. you nasty little fucker," Barb moaned as she lifted her ass off the bed, forcing her crotch into my face, "Make me cum in your mouth!"

With her ass off the mattress, I took the opportunity and shoved my finger in her ass up to the first knuckle. I had fingers in both holes now as I sucked on her clit and flicked my tongue across the exposed head of her clit. Barb was grinding her sloppy, wet pussy in my face now as I brought her to the brink of orgasm. I continued my assault on her clit, g-spot and ass at the same time. I was actually getting very turned on by how Barb was responding to my oral service.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" Barb howled as her legs started to spasm and she pulled my head into her crotch, "Holy FUHK!"

Barbs juices pulsed in short blasts, covering my face and hair as her strong orgasm caused her to ejaculate. I swallowed some of her squirt down and kept licking her clit as gently and as quickly as I could. It was ironic to be swallowing for a woman after spending all day swallowing for a bunch of old men. I kept licking and fingering Barb as she spasmed, quivered and babbled explicatives as if she were possessed. She started rubbing her wet pussy up and down my face hoping to extend her orgasm. I couldn't believe how wet my face was getting.

"Get on your back bitch!" she bellowed, pulling me over by my shoulders and then mounting my face.

"Damn, I want more," Barb groaned as she rode my face hard.

Barb mounted my me facing my feet. My view was now of her ample ass cheeks as she ground her entire crotch across my nose and outstretched tongue. I felt my tongue and nose passing across her taint as she scrubbed both her pussy and her ass all over.

"Fuck, I love your face, pervert," she moaned as she rocked her hips and stroked her pussy and ass, "Eat me you worthless fuck!"

My wife had never ridden my face like this even when we were dating. This was a new experience for me and, gauging from my raging hard-on, it seemed like I liked it. I couldn't control myself; I grabbed the two large orbs in my face and pulled them open. Then, I drove my tongue deep into Barb's little pink pucker.

"Oh, eat that ass, you dirty fucker!" Barb growled, "Make mommy cum over and over!"

"Yes, Mommy," I replied, "I love eating your round ass!"

I had gone from being dominated by a group of old men to being dominated by a MILF that was built like a brick house. As Zeke drove the semi down the freeway, Barb continued to ride my face, bringing herself to one orgasm after another. She rode my face forward and backward. My tongue was in her pussy, up her ass, all over her clit and in every nook and cranny of her labia. My face was wet from my hairline to the top of my collar bone. She rode me like a fiend for almost an hour.

During my pussy worship, I reached down to jack myself off and give myself some relief. Barb smacked my hand away.

"Oh no," Barb scolded, "You don't get to cum until you make Zeke cum. Your masters cum first bitch! If you cum before Zeke does, I'm gonna drop you on the side of the road in your birthday suit."

Barb pulled her ass off my face and turned so she was facing me. Then, she slid down my torso and mounted my hard cock, to my surprise. The expression on my face was of pure bliss as my cock slid into her warm wet cunt. It was all I could do to keep from cumming spontaneously.

"Don't you dare cum, you tiny dick pervert," Barb warned, "I'm going to torture you with my pussy and see if you can control yourself. If you fail, you're going to end up on the roadside, or worse, we'll drop you at a biker bar and let them have their way with you."

Barb was bouncing slowly on my cock, squeezing it with her cunt, bringing me to the very edge of orgasmic bliss.

"Please Barb," I pleaded, "I'm too close, you're going to make me cum."

"Call me Mistress bitch!" Barb sneered, "Acknowledge that we own you and I might stop."

"You own me, Mistress!" I panted, "Please stop, I'm right on the edge."

"Acknowledge that you will do anything we ask of you, because Zeke and I are your Master and Mistress," Barb demanded, "Say it, Bitch!"

"I'll do anything you want!" I pleaded, in a strained voice, "I'll do anything!"

"Good little bitch," Barb said, smiling as she climbed off my cock just before I blew my load.

My head and body were stressed by what I had endured on this crazy day. I dreaded my decision to ride to Lester's house today. If I had just stayed home, none of this would be happening. But now, I was being held captive as a sex slave for these two crazy truck drivers as they drove all the way to the west coast.

"I've had enough fun with this bitch, Babe," Barb yelled forward in the cab to Zeke, "Why don't we find the next rest stop and switch so you can have some fun with our little slave."

"Map says there's a Flying J truck top in twelve miles," Zeke replied, "We can grab lunch, shower, and switch there. Then we'll be on the road until dawn. Are you bored with our little cunt already?"

"No," Barb replied, "But he's getting way to much pleasure with me, I think he needs a firmer hand to keep him in line."

"You're timing is good," Zeke replied, "I was getting pretty worked up watching you put him through his paces back there. You know I love to see you naked and in action."

"You such a fucking alpha, baby," Barb replied, "I love it when you manhandle me, but sometimes I like to give as good as I get."

"No fuckin' way I'd let you do that to me," Zeke laughed, "This little bitch is pure beta, I'm going to enjoy giving that sissy what he clearly craves."

"I can't wait to watch you take what little manhood is left from him," Barb said with a sinister tone in his voice, "Can you imagine what he'll be like after a week with us?"

"Well, if he's anything like the last one," Zeke laughed, "He'll snap after a few days, and then we will really have some fun. Once their mind breaks, they become insatiable fuck puppets. All their shame and inhibitions disappear."

"That last guy was straight as an arrow when we nabbed him," Barb reminisced, "This one had already gone full sissy when we found him. I think it'll be a great lesbian for me and a wonderful sissy slut for you."

"His body is totally hairless," Zeke commented, "I wonder if the last guys did that or if the thing did it to itself."

"Tell us, Bitch," Barb asked, "Did you shave yourself or did they shave you?"

"They did," I answered sheepishly, trying not to make eye contact with either of my captors.

"Oh, you fuckin' slut," Barb laughed, "You must have loved that!"

"When we get to the Flying J, I say was finish the job in the showers there," Zeke suggested, "We'll shave his head and even his eyebrows. We'll turn his skin into a permanent gimp suit, then we'll cage that worthless clit of his and turn him into an 'it' just the way we like."

"Totally hairless and caged is such a kinky look," Barb purred, "It's going to turn a lot of heads when we walk it on it's leash."

"It's going to wish it were back at the VFW getting pimped out." Zeke laughed, "Then again, this little sissy seems to like being degraded."

Mike is Terrified by Zeke and Barb's Plan

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These two lunatics planned to shave my head and eyebrows, lock my cock in a chastity device and collar me so they could lead me around on a leash like a pet. This wasn't something I had ever imagined doing, and now I was being forced down a rabbit hole into a fetish wonderland. I needed to figure out how to escape before these two villains destroyed what was left of my sanity. It sounded like I had 12 miles before they converted me into a total freak for their sexual gratification.

"I'm going to get you ready for our next stop," Barb chirped with excitement, "Let's deflate that little thing so we can get you into your cage."

Barb opened a compartment in the sleeper section of the semi cab and a pile of items fell out. Two large dildos, a spiked collar, a leash, a paddle, some cuffs, a ball gag, and finally a pink chastity cage.

"Here we go," she said smiling, "Now give me your wrists so I can put these on."

I pulled my hands back because I knew that if I was handcuffed my chances of escape were near zero. Barb grabbed the paddle and smacked me hard on the side of the head.

"Fuck!" I yelled and tried to roll into a ball to cover my head, but she smacked me again and again until I yelled, "Stop!" and held out my hands.

Barb cuffed my hands and scolded me, "You fuckin' better learn or you're not going to last long. I'm going to cuff your fuckin' ankles too now because of your misbehavior."

I laid still while Barb cuffed my ankles as well. Then she grabbed my legs and pushed them up until they were well over my head and my ass was nearly touching the carpeted top of the cabin. She had me folded in half with my entire body resting on my shoulders and neck.

"Now let's deflate that little clit of yours so it fits in the cage," Barb said in a clinical tone, "From now on, we're going to keep your balls empty, but you'll never enjoy an orgasm, unless it's spontaneous because Zeke fucks one out of you."

Barb grabbed my cock and started jacking me like a fiend. I had been very close when she was fucking me, but after the whacks I took to the head, my lust had dropped dramatically.

"You going to humiliate the bitch?" Zeke asked from the semi cockpit, "What a great way to put it in the right frame of mind. I think this one is going to break easily. Then we will have all sorts of fun with it's hollowed out shell."

"You read my mind, baby," Barb replied with an evil laugh, "I'm going to ruin it's orgasm by making it cum in it's own mouth. From now own, it will dread having an orgasm unless it's giving you pleasure and it happens spontaneously."

I couldn't believe that I had gone from Mike, to Mary, and now to "It". These fiends didn't view me as a human being, they viewed me as an object to use for their pleasure.

"Let's see if we can get that little clit in your mouth, Bitch," Barb demanded, putting her weight on my ass so that my cock bumped up against my lips and then pulled away by a half-inch.

"It's clit can't reach it's mouth," Barb told Zeke in a frustrating tone, "I guess I'll just have to aim for it's mouth and if I miss it gets a nice facial."

Barb was jacking me so aggressively, I couldn't help but start to react. Soon, I could feel the familiar tension rising in my balls and knew I was passed the point of no return. Barb seemed to sense how close I was and used the tip of her finger to stroke my sensitive frenulum while she jerked my shaft. This drove me to the absolute edge; I could feel my balls start to release and closed my eyes.

"Open that fuckin' mouth, Bitch!" Barb demanded, "From now on, not a single drop of cum will be wasted."

Barb increased her weight on me, folding me in half even more. My cock was now millimeters from my lips as she worked to make me cum in my own mouth. Her fingertip under the tip of my cock was driving me into orbit as my balls finally broke loose.

"Oh Fuhck!" I moaned as my cock erupted filling my mouth with the first, thick rope of semen that splashed on my tongue.

My cock started firing cum missiles into my mouth. Errant shots hit my nose and forehead. One shot hit me in my open eye causing it to burn. It was degrading and humiliating to have my orgasm weaponized by the dominant woman. For some reason, I was very aroused by the degrading treatment being delivered by this dominant woman. My arousal fueled my orgasm, extending it as I wallowed in the depravity of my actions.

"Swallow it, Bitch!" Barb demanded, "Don't waste that cum, it might be all we let you eat over the next 6 days. Zeke needs his balls emptied at least twice a day otherwise his temper flares. Believe me, you don't want that to happen."

Barb kept stroking my cock as the last of my orgasm drained into my open mouth. Then she swept up the cum on my face with her finger and put it in my mouth for me to lick clean.

"Swallow," she said calmly, and I did, "Show me," she said.

I opened my mouth and showed her that I had swallowed the contents. Barb let my legs unfold so I was lying on my back. Then she squeezed my shaft to produce one final glob of cum. She wiped it with her finger and fed it to me. Next, she started to fit the chastity cage over my deflated cock; carefully threading my shaft into the device until my cock head pressed firmly against the stop. I heard a click and realized that I was now locked away.

"Here's the key, baby," Barb said holding it out to Zeke, "You control him now."

Zeke took the key and through it in a small compartment near the gear shift, "I hope I can find this in six days when we bring you back," Zeke laughed, "Otherwise, you're going to need to call a locksmith."

I hated to admit it, but I was incredibly aroused by having my cock locked in this device. My cock head seemed to be perpetually stimulated by the hood and I was excited by losing control to my two masters. It was as if I was no longer to blame for anything these two sadistic captors did to me. I was free from guilt because none of this was my choice. It was ironic that becoming a slave produced the greatest sense of freedom I had ever had in my life. Whatever kinky things these two forced me to do wasn't my fault. I was just doing what I needed to do to survive.

"Let's get you into your uniform now that you are locked up," Barb said, reaching for the collar.

"From now on, you wear your little pink cage and this collar," Barb explained, "Sometimes, we might make you wear a ball gag, or other fun devices. But, this is your basic uniform while we're on the road."

I was still in cuffs so there wasn't much I could do as Barb put the spiked collar around my neck. She bucked it to size and then I heard another click as she locked the clasp on the collar so that only the key holder could remove it.

"Here's the other key, baby," Barb said as she handed that key to Zeke as well.

"I'll put it right next to the other one," Zeke laughed, "We're two miles from the Flying J. Get our shower kits ready, I'll drop you two off by the showers and park. Then I'll meet you inside."

Barb grabbed the leash and clicked it on to the ring on my collar. I knew that I was about to be "walked" like a pet in public by my new master. Barb undid the cuffs on my ankles so I could walk, but left my hands in cuffs to ensure I complied with their orders. It seemed surreal as Zeke pulled the big rig next to the back of the building that contained the showers at the Flying J. I heard the airbrake engage and then Barb opened the door and started climbing out.

She pulled on my leash and barked out orders, "Heel!" she said, pulling hard on the leash, pulling me out of the cab and on to my bare feet on the hot pavement.

Once again, I was standing in public, completely naked. This time, instead of a wig, I was collared and my cock was in a tiny, pink cage. Barb pulled on my leash causing me to fall in behind her as we headed for the showers. As we approached the shower building, we arrived at two doors; One for women and another for men.

Barb led me into the woman's showers. I assumed it was because it was less crowded. We got inside and she walked me to the back set of lockers, well out of the way of most of the traffic.

"Sit," she ordered, and I took my position on the wooden bench between the lockers.

I had no idea where this nightmare was going to go next. A woman walked out of the shower area with a towel wrapped around her naked body. She walked to the lockers across the large central isle from us. She was a tall brunette, maybe 50 years old. She had large tits under the towel but I couldn't see the rest of her. She looked over and shook her head.

"Looks like someone has a pet," the woman said smirking, "I bet that's kinda fun."

"We need to get it into good shape," Barb explained, "We just took possession and we need to bring it to our standards."

"Oh, you have a partner?" the woman asked.

"Yes, he will be in here shortly," Barb replied, "I hope you don't mind."

"I'll be decent by then," the woman laughed, "He won't bother me."

"Barb?" I heard Zeke call out from the doorway.

"Back here, Baby," Barb replied, stepping into the central hall so Zeke could see her.

Zeke was carrying a backpack and had a towel over his shoulder. He strutted down the central hall and set his backpack on the bench next to us.

"Let's get started, shall we," Zeke said, unzipping his backpack and pulling out a variety of items and laying them on the bench.

There was soap, shaving cream, a barber's shear, a pack of disposable razors, and a few other personal hygiene items. I watched the other woman watch Zeke place his inventory on the bench next to me. She seemed fascinated watching what was happening.

Once Zeke was done unloading his backpack. He nonchalantly undid his jeans, unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick uncut cock. Zeke wasn't as hung as the farmers I had just escaped but he was very thick and his long foreskin completely shrouded the head of his cock.

"Open!" Zeke ordered, pointing his cock at my face.

I opened my mouth and watched as he put his flaccid cock into my open mouth. I started sucking without being asked.

Mike Starts His Conversion

"Well this is unexpected," the woman onlooker commented, "Do you mind if I watch? I've been on the road for a while and I need a distraction."

"We don't mind at all," Barb laughed, "We might even ask you to help if you don't mind."

Zeke took his position in front of me and let his pants fall around his ankles. He kicked them off and stood there with his hands on his hips watching me suck him.

"Do you want me to do it, Baby?" I heard Barb ask.

"Go ahead, Babe," Zeke confirmed, "I'll try not to move his head too much."

I heard a loud "buzz" as Barb fired up the barber's sheers. I knew that meant that she was about to start removing any hair left on my body.

"What's you're name," I heard Barb ask the onlooker.

"Kimber," the woman answered, she had pulled on a pair of jeans and a comfortable top.

"Kimber, hold his head for me will you?" Barb asked.

I felt Kimber's cool hands grab the sides of my head, holding me in place as Zeke continued to feed me his cock.

"Close your eye's, bitch!" Barb ordered, I heard the buzz approaching my face.

Then I felt it. The shears hit my right eyebrow and started working it's way toward the bridge of my nose. I tried to protest, but I was in cuffs, Zeke's cock was in my mouth, and Kimber was holding my head in place. I moaned, loudly in protest and was quickly disciplined by Zeke. He slammed me on the side of the head, knocking me clear of the shears. I quickly learned not to disobey him.

Kimber grabbed my head and brought it back into place. Zeke shoved his cock back into my mouth and Barb started back again with the shears. In seconds, the shears removed my right eyebrow and then started on my left. Five seconds later it was gone as well.

"That's such an odd look," Kimber laughed, "I've never seen someone without eyebrows."

I now knew that I could never hide my clandestine activities from my wife. How would I ever explain how I lost my eyebrows? The worst was yet to come. Zeke was using my mouth like a holster for his cock. He wasn't face fucking me, he was just holding it in my mouth while Barb went to work on my hair.

The shears took the first pass right down the middle of my skull, leaving a white line where my scalp was exposed. I felt the hair falling down my back as Barb moved back to my forehead for the next pass.

"Wow, that thing does the trick," Kimber, "It shaves so close on one pass."

"Yeah," Barb replied, "We almost don't need a razor after this, but we use it anyway just because we want him totally smooth."

"I've never seen someone totally hairless before," Kimber said, "It makes me kinda hot."

"We do it to all our slaves," Barb replied, "This takes away all aspects of their past life. When they look in the mirror, they won't even recognize themselves. They are now an object who's sole purpose is to serve us sexually."

Barb took row after row of hair off my skull. Each time, a big tuft of hair fell down my back onto the floor. I felt Zeke's cock growing hard in my mouth. It was clear that he was getting turned on watching me become his gimp. With each stroke, Barb was eliminating my past life. There was no way to explain my bald head and lack of eyebrows to people. These two maniacs might as well have outed me to the world.

"Can I do a row?" Kimber asked, laughing, "I don't know why but this is really turning me on."

"Sure!" Barb said, handing Kimber the shears.

Kimber made a few slow cuts across my skull removing three more rows of hair. All that was left now was the hair above each ear. Barb took the shears back and slowly shaved around my right ear. Then, she handed the shears to Kimber and she carefully removed the hair around my left ear.

"Let's get him on his back, he's ready to shave now," Barb said.

Barb laid a towel on the bench and then carefully covered the front of my head in shaving cream. Zeke, now hard, pulled out of my mouth and took his position between my legs as I lie on my back on the bench. I felt his cock head against my tight hole and saw him applying something to his bare cock. Then I felt him apply pressure and break his way in.

"Oh Fuck," I moaned as Zeke's fat cock split me open in front of Barb and Kimber.

"Is he tight, Baby?" Barb asked, "Is he going to keep you happy?"

"He's tight enough," Zeke groaned as he forced his way into my ass, "I'm going to go slow so you don't cut it's head."

"Wow, this is fuckin' hot," Kimber giggled, "I've never seen anything like this, even in Mexico."

"We're just breaking this one in," Barb laughed, "When we're done with it, there will be no mind left, it will just be a mindless piece of meat."

Barb slowly shaved my head smooth with the razor and shaving cream. Zeke was slowly shoving his fat cock balls deep into my ass and then slowly pulling out and repeating. It felt so humiliating to be getting fucked and having my head shaved while a third woman watched.

"Here's a cup of water," Kimberly offered, "You can rinse the blade in here."

My captors had somehow enlisted the help of an accomplice to help them convert me into a non-human sex toy. She was helping Barb remove even the smallest hairs from my body. I was afraid at how freakish I would look when these to fiends were done with me. In five minutes it was over. Barb wiped my bald head with a towel and ran her head over my shiny dome to inspect it for any rogue hairs she left behind.

"You can take him to the shower now, Baby," Barb said proudly, "He's totally shaved."

"Get up, Bitch!" Zeke ordered, "Let's get you into the shower so I can have some fun with you."

I sat up on the bench as Zeke grabbed my leash and pulled me to my feet. I followed behind him with my hands still in cuffs and my cock still caged. He stopped at one of the mirrors and pushed my face into view.

"Look at you, Gimp," Zeke scoffed, "You're no longer human. You're just a freak now who does whatever we say."

I was shocked by my appearance. Mike was gone. Mary was gone. The thing in the mirror was a freak. Hairless, eyebrow-less, caged, collared, cuffed and naked.

"Time for me to break you in," Zeke gloated, "After a week with us, your throat and rectum are going to be shaped just like my cock."

Zeke pulled my leash causing me to follow his naked ass into the showers. He tied the leash to one of the shower knobs and proceeded to lather himself and shower. When he was done he walked over to me, unclipped the leash, and walked me to the corner of the shower.

"Get on all fours!" he demanded.

I fell to the floor and took the position. I looked up to see Barb and Kimber watching from the large entrance to the shower room. I resigned myself to be fucked in front of an audience in the communal showers of a truck stop. I felt Zeke line his cock up with my hole again and start to work his way in.

"Oh, now it's time to train you to be a good slave for us," Zeke hissed as he started ramming his cock into my ass.

"Take that big cock, sissy!" he scoffed, "You're not a man anymore. Hell, you're not even a human being. You're a fucking thing. You're our worthless gimp."

Loud slapping sounds echoed thought the empty shower room as Zeke fucked me with abandon. He was giving me the fucking of a lifetime with long, full strokes that knocked me forward with each impact.

I looked up to see Kimberly with her hand over her mouth. I figured she had never seen someone turned into a hairless sex toy for a sadistic biker. I was groaning loudly as Zeke hammered me from behind. This wasn't sex, it was proof of ownership. He was showing me that I shouldn't expect any pleasure from him. I was just an object to be used for pleasure by my Master and Mistress.

"Does he always fuck that hard?" Kimber asked Barb as she watched Zeke stab me with his cock.

"Oh, I would never let him fuck me like that," Barb scoffed, "That's why we have a slave. That way we can both get what we want without asking our partner to take the abuse. Zeke will be brutal with it and take what he wants. Later I will ride it's face for hours until it's licked every inch of my pussy and ass. Zeke would never let me do that to him."

I was down on my elbows just trying to survive the brutal ass fuck Zeke was delivering. His grunting sounds along with the slapping sounds of his loins against my ass cheeks echoed loudly across the hard tile of the woman's shower room. It was still ninety-plus degrees outside. The shower room was a little cooler but with the humidity of the showers, I found myself sweating and with no eyebrows, the sweat was running directly into my eyes.

The loudness of Zeke's assault caused a good Samaritan to check on the situation.

"Is everyone O. K. in there?" I heard a man's voice yell in from outside the women's showers.

"We're just having a little fun in here," Barb yelled back, "We're decent if you want to come in."

I was nearly face down on the tile floor, so I couldn't see whoever walked in, but it sounded like a younger man.

"Jeezus," He said, "It sounded like someone was getting absolutely railed in here. Now I know why. Do you know either of them?"

"The guy fucking is my man Zeke," Barb answered, "The thing getting it's brains fucked in is our new gimp, slave."

"Your man is really laying down the pipe on that poor faggot," the man sympathized, "It looks like its struggling to take it."

"Well, Zeke is going to fuck it like this at least twice a day," Barb laughed, "It will struggle until Zeke breaks it. Once It's mind breaks, then the real fun starts. If you'd like, you can stuff it's mouth since it is unoccupied."

"Really?" the man replied, "I'm not going to say no to a free blowjob. I've been on the road for 10 days straight."

"Well, go empty your balls then," Barb laughed, "Kimber and I will enjoy the show. Remember to make him swallow every drop, we're still training it so you need to reinforce the rules."

"That's awesome," the young man said, then he approached Zeke and me undoing his jeans as he approached.

The man stepped out of his jeans and placed them on a hook on the wall. Then he walked over to Zeke and me with his cock flopping from side to side. I would guess he was about 29 years old. He was tall and lean and he had a seven inch cut cock that was already rock hard.

"Open up faggot," he growled, "I've got some more cock for you."

I rose to all fours and opened my mouth, following his command. He took his cue from Zeke and slammed his cock into my throat so hard his pubic bone nearly broke my nose. He grabbed me by the ears and started to fuck my throat as hard as Zeke was fucking my ass. I just closed my eyes and tried to mentally remove myself from the situation. The relentless fucking kept pulling me back to reality. I started to feel a sense of loss for my prior self. Barb and Zeke were doing their best to convert me into a mindless sex puppet and it was starting to work.

I felt myself start to panic as I realized that this was going to be my life for the foreseeable future. I was cuffed and leashed and shaved, there was no escape. Even if I did escape it would take months before my hair grew back and I wouldn't look like a freak. I started to hyperventilate even as the strange man fucked my throat. I started choking and gasping for air as my episode overwhelmed my nervous system.

"What the fuck is wrong with it?" the stranger said, pulling his cock from my mouth, "Is he sick or something?"

"It's having a mental breakdown!" Zeke grunted as he continued assaulting my ass with his thick cock, "Keep fucking it. Don't stop!"

I felt my mind let go as the stranger slammed his cock back into my mouth with no regard for my situation. Zeke was right, my rational brain was being broken. All my past thoughts were being washed away as I realized there was no escaping my sadistic captors. I was now a slave, a possession, a pair of warm holes, a fuck puppet. I was no longer being treated like a human being.

"This feels wrong, but it's wickedly satisfying," the young man said as he stabbed me in the face with his hard cock, "I've never done anything like this, it's fucking intense!"

"Barb, get your ass over here!" Zeke barked, "It's breaking and I have an idea that should shatter his brain."

Barb rushed over next to Zeke, "What do you need, Baby," Barb asked.

"Get those shorts off," Zeke huffed, "It's going to eat your ass."

"Oh, Baby," Barb giggled, shimmying out of her shorts, "You don't have to ask me twice."

"What about me," the young man asked, realizing he was being kicked out of my mouth, "I'm getting close here. Can't you let me finish?"

"Trust me," Zeke scowled, "I think you're going to like this."

Kimber walked closer to watch the live sex show as Barb disrobed and took her place in front of my face. She was on all fours with her ass inches from my face. She backed up until my face went right between her cheeks and right into her ass crack. Barb looked over her shoulder and grabbed my bald head with her right hand, pulling it into her ass.

Mike's Mind is Broken, He Becomes an It

"Get that tongue all the way up my ass, you dirty pervert," Barb hissed, "Fuck my ass with your pathetic tongue while my man fucks your ass!"

"Yes, Mistress!" I bellowed, like a crazy person and dove into Barb's ass.

"Get over here," Zeke said to the young man, "We're going to double stuff it's ass while it's eating hers. That should push it over the edge and break it's mind permanently. Then the real fun begins."

My mind was going tilt. Zeke was right, I was breaking. But I was unprepared for what was about to happen. While my face was in Barb's ass, Zeke was instructing the young stranger to position himself so they could both fuck my ass at the same time.

"This feels a little gay," the young man laughed nervously, "My cock is going to be rubbing right against yours."

"Just think about the fact that were making this thing take two cocks in it's ass at the same time. I think you'll get off on the deviant nature of the act and forget all about our cocks touching while they're inside."

I felt more pressure as the young man placed his cock head next to Zeke's shaft and started to pry his way in.

"Fuck me with those big cocks!" My voice echoed loudly in the shower room, "Stuff me full of cock while I worship Mistress's ass!"

"Oh my gawd," Kimber gasped, "This is diabolical. Do you mind if I film it?"

"Go ahead," Zeke replied, "But I want a copy when you're done."

I pulled my face out of Barb's ass and squawked, "I want a copy too!" laughing hysterically until Barb pulled my bald head back into her ass crack.

Kimber quietly filmed my mental undoing as Zeke and the young man were both sawing away in my ass, stretching me further than I ever imagined. The pain and pressure were immense. All I could do was pour pathetic sobs into Barb's ass as she smothered me between her cheeks. I felt my mind literally fracture into pieces as the team of three did everything in their power to break me.

Then it happened, my mind broke loose and my lust shot through the roof. I suddenly went from dreading my abuse to relishing it.

"I want more cock!" I shouted, pulling my face out of Barb's ass, "Turn me into a total fuck hole!"

"There we are!" Zeke said, with a sinister tone of satisfaction, "It's embracing it's new reality. We should have a fuck puppet by the time we get back on the road, Barb!"

"I wish I had a cock so I could fuck it too!" Kimber blurted out, "This is unbelievable!"

I buried my tongue in Barb's ass, moaning like an animal at the trough. I wanted to make my Mistress cum before her man blew his load in my ass. I was licking and tongue fucking her like a fiend. I had lost all consideration for myself. The self I once knew had been broken, all that was left now was a naked shell and a burning lust where my brain used to be.

"Fuck me Master!' I bellowed, "Pump me full of your cum!"

"Oh, I'd say he's broken," Kimber giggled, "It's eye's look vacant and crazed and it's begging for cum. If that's not broken, I don't know what is."

"Keep filming," Zeke demanded, "I'm going to cum in it's mouth!"

Zeke pulled out of my ass and walked around to my head. He slapped Barb's ass, letting her know he was taking my mouth. Zeke shoved his cock into my mouth and I could taste the earthy taste of my ass on his cock.

"Suck your Master dry," he barked, with his hands on his hips.

I took him balls deep and let my tongue tickle his balls as I throated him. I was only considering my Master's pleasure. Mike was gone, Mary was gone, I had been converted to a thing. A gimp. A fuck puppet. A sex zombie.

"Fuhk yeah," Zeke moaned as he started to pump my mouth full of cum, "Feed from your Master's big balls."

"Oh Fuck, I'm cumming!" the young man moaned as he buried his cock balls deep in my ass.

"Oh my gawd," Kimber gasped, "He's being filled with cum at both ends. This is so fuckin' hot!"

It was hot. Nobody had ever cum in my ass before. I had never had two cocks cumming in me at the same time. My cock was straining against the cage as my lust rose to levels I'd never experienced. My balls spasmed spontaneously and exploded. I started spraying cum through the end of my chastity cage.

When my rational mind broke, all my inhibition and shame went away. Since I was no longer a person, there was no reason to be ashamed for my actions. It would be like blaming a coffee cup for spilling. I was just an object. Things were being done to me; I wasn't initiating anything. With no shame or inhibition, the limbic part of my brain was free to find pleasure in the pure sex. My limbic brain was greedy. It wanted more sex, lots more.

I greedily sucked the cum out of Master's cock while the young man finished orgasming in my ass. It felt so good to have both holes filled with hot cum from alpha males. I admired their dominance and strength. I wanted them to keep fucking me and filling me with cum. Zeke pulled out of my mouth and slapped my face with his deflated cock.

"Get up here so it can clean you off," Zeke told the young man, "It needs to know what is expected as part of it's training."

The young man took a few more thrusts in my ass, and then walked around to my head, shoving his cock into my open mouth. I sucked his shaft straight out of my ass, cleaning off the cum that coated it. Then I ran my fingers up the shaft to squeeze out the remaining seed. I licked his tip clean then took him balls deep for good measure.

"You've created a monster," the young man laughed, "It's insatiable."

I finished cleaning the young man's cock and heard Zeke start to bark out orders.

"Kimber, grab his leash and clean him up in the showers," Zeke ordered, "We need to get back on the road and I don't want the cabin smelling of sex."

Zeke handed my leash to Kimber, and he went to get dressed. Kimber led me over to the showers and tuned on the shower head, adjusting the spray until the temp was suitable. I stepped into the steam and rinsed off. My hands were still cuffed so I tried to grab the soap and scrub my body the best I could. I managed to get most areas before I reached up to turn off the water.

I turned to Kimber and asked, "Do you want me to eat your pussy or ass for you?"

The middle-aged bystander blanched, "Nobody's eaten me in years," she said, blushing, "And nobody has ever put their tongue in my ass."

I dropped to my knees and started pulling off her jeans, "I need to eat your ass," I said in a trancelike voice, "Take those jeans of for me and bend over please."

Kimber hung her jeans on a wall hook and returned to present her plump round ass to me. I could see her bush peeking out between her ass cheeks as she bent over to show me her pucker. She had just showered so she was clean except for the juices she had developed by watching me get attacked by Zeke and crew. I dove between her ass cheeks and plunged my tongue into her pucker.

"Oh my Gawd!" Kimber moaned, "I've never felt anything like this. It's so decadent."

"Mmmhmm," I moaned as I fucked her ass with my tongue.

"Looks like someone is sampling the merchandise," Barb laughed as she discovered Kimber with my face in her ass.

"He offered," Kimber protested, "I didn't ask. He pulled down my jeans and dove in."

"That's the problem," Zeke grumbled, "Once they break, they often turn insatiable. That's why we keep them on a leash. Otherwise, it might try to suck every cock in the parking lot."

I continued to eat Kimber's ass until I felt Zeke jerk my collar, "C'mon fuck puppet," Zeke growled, "We gotta get back on the road."

I rose to my feet and said, "Thank you Kimber," kissing her ass as I pulled away.

Zeke held the leash and walked me out of the shower as I followed behind him. We exited the shower room, and then into the commons area. In seconds, we were back out into the bright sunshine. My feet hit the hot pavement as we stepped out onto the parking lot. I walked, naked, bald, caged, cuffed, and collared into the parking lot with no shame or apprehension. My mind had been broken, I was an insatiable fuck puppet. My rational brain and identity were gone. I was a lust filled sex zombie who wanted to be used.

Zeke pulled me through the crowded parking lot like a fisherman trolling with bait.

"Look at that freak," one trucker laughed, "Where did you find it?"

"Let me suck your cock," I said looking at him through my wild eyes at the trucker, "I need more cock."

Zeke yanked my leash, pulling me back behind him, "C'mon fuck puppet, we need to get back on the road."

Zeke and Barb took me back to the big rig. I was now their broken fuck toy. Mike was gone. Mary was gone. My hair was gone. I was a gimp for my Master and Mistress.

TO BE CONTINUED...