Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel (21 page)

 

His cock slipped in easily and it was
electric.  I hardly needed any stimulation from him, I was already half way to
an orgasm but I wanted to make sure he got something out of this experience as
well so I tried to hold off on it while he got into his groove.  Dave typically
didn't take long to cum, and I had a feeling that the sight he walked in on was
hot enough that this would be no exception.

 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dani
stand up.  She swung her legs around and I got a quick glimpse of her pink slit
before they closed again.  She was so hot, and everything about her was a turn
on for me.  She walked over to Dave and I as he pounded into me from behind and
pressed her body against him.  He turned to her and I heard them start to
kiss.  After a few moments I turned my head around and saw that he had one big
hand squeezing her tits as well.

 

It was a hot sight, and it was enough to
put me over the edge.  I felt my pussy contract against his cock and then
pleasure shot out across my body as I came.  I let out a moan and leaned
forward on the desk, my ass sticking out behind me as Dave continued to plough
into me roughly.  Wave after wave of undulating pleasure rolled across my body
and through my pussy.  I felt the wetness gush out around his cock and down my
legs. 

 

Dani must have noticed as I felt her hand
touch my inner thigh and run it along my dripping cum.  I turned around in time
to see her lift that hand up and put it in her mouth, shooting me a wicked
smile as she did.

 

Finally, I heard Dave let out a mighty
roar and his big body slammed violently into me, smacking me so hard against
the frame of the desk that I was sure I heard a snap and wondered if we had
actually broken the big wooden top of it.

 

His cock swelled inside of me and then I
felt a gush of warm cum spray across my womb.  His hands grabbed a hold of my
hips and pulled me back against him as he came again, another loud groan coming
from his mouth.  I felt his dick spasm at least three more times and with each
one a fresh spurt of cum hit me from within.  My own orgasm was still tingling
through my body when he finally pulled his dick out, breathing heavily. 

 

I still leaned forward against the desk
and watched him collapse onto the couch just as I felt Dani's hands touch my
thighs.  I didn't even have time to turn to see her before I felt her familiar
tongue against my pussy, starting to lap up the mixture of juices from both
Dave and I.  It reminded me of our first encounter in the truck so many months
ago, and I let out a small sigh of contentment.

 

My knees weren't very steady after such a
powerful orgasm, though, and I could only let her continue for a few minutes
before I had to stand up and look for a place to collapse.

 

As soon as I moved away from the desk,
though, I heard her make a small noise.

 

"Oh oh, look at the desk.  Did you
guys break it?"

 

The thick frame around the top of the old
wooden desk seemed to be coming apart.  At least, that's what it looked like at
first.  When I examined it closer, though, I realized that it was actually a
hidden compartment that ran around the circumference of the top.  Unopened, it
looked just like a thick and heavy table top, but in reality the thickness was
due to the fact that it actually doubled as a secret drawer that we must have
somehow opened when we banged into it.

 

I dropped my fingers into the gap and
pulled, opening it easily now that it was unlatched.  It had clearly been used
a lot and well maintained.  When I saw what was inside, I let out a huge gasp.

 

"What is it?" Dani asked,
jumping to her feet to look in.

 

Inside were stacks of money, along with
handwritten notebooks that I soon found out contained all the details of the
men that had visited me over the last few months since he had bought the place,
including what each one had paid.  We had finally found Charles' secret cash
hoard and ledgers.

 

Before I could even react to what I saw,
the phone to his office rang.  Without thinking I picked it up.

 

"Hello?"  It was the doctor's
office with my results.  I listened to what they said, my mind unable to
comprehend or focus on what they were saying at first, as I was still in shock
about the money.  Everything was fine, they said, except there was one thing
little thing.  My attention returned immediately as I was told that I was about
ten weeks pregnant.

 

Week
45

 

 

It's been a crazy week.  After finding out
I was pregnant and finding all that money at pretty much exactly the same time,
I was in shock for a couple of days.  I barely remember much of what happened
next, but luckily I had Dave and Dani to take care of me.  They went through
the books and figured out what I was owed by Charles, which ended up being a
very large sum, and took me back to the motel.  They gave the keys to the
upstairs room and cage to Marjorie and told her to say she found them and hand
them to security as they would know what to do with them.  Since security were
the only ones that really knew about the upstairs room, they would likely go
immediately to check to see if I was still locked up and find Charles.  It was
best if we weren't around when that happened.

 

Once the shock had worn off I told Dave
and Dani I needed time to think.  I spent a lot of time taking walks in the
little park that wasn't far from the motel.  Pregnant? It certainly explained
how I'd been feeling physically, lately.  But I was barely in my twenties, far
too young to have a baby.  What was I going to do?  Could I really give it up? 
I'd always wanted kids, but how could I raise one now?  What kind of life did I
lead.  I could call it whatever I wanted but the reality was I was basically
just a prostitute, or at least, I had been for close to a year now.  And even
though I had no plans to continue in that lifestyle, what would I do instead? 
How could I support a baby?

 

Of course, the biggest question of all was
- who was the father?  In the end, I decided it didn't really matter.  I
wouldn't want any of the guys from the last couple of months in my life anymore
anyway, even if I could find out.  But still, what could I tell the child about
who their daddy was?  My life was a mess.

 

Dani and Dave were both supportive,
offering to help me with whatever I needed but I was being realistic.  I barely
knew either of them, and Dave had a trucking business that I knew he really
needed to get back to.  He didn't say anything outright, but I knew all of this
time off was hurting him.  I made sure to pay him back every cent he had spent
getting me out, especially after I was able to find out what that number was
from reading Charles' ledgers.  He fought me about it at first, but eventually
accepted it after I pointed out how much money I had now.  And I paid for the
motel as well.

 

It's true that I had more than enough to
live on for probably the next couple of years, but it wasn't like I wouldn't
have to find a job eventually and raising a kid would make the money run out
even faster.  I had some hard decisions ahead of me.

 

We were all sitting around our room one
afternoon when the telephone rang.  I picked it up, figuring it was the front
desk since no one else knew we were here.

 

"You think you're safe?" asked the
voice on the other end.  It was familiar, but I wasn't sure who it was as their
voice was low, almost at a hissing whisper.

 

"Who is this?"

 

"You think you can get away that
easily?  You're a whore, and you always will be."  Whoever it was hung up.

 

I told Dani and Dave and they both
immediately jumped up.

 

"We have to leave," Dani said. 
"They must have found us, somehow.  We should have changed motels, this
one is too close to the truck stop.  Someone must have spotted us."

 

"It wasn't Charles," I said.

 

"It doesn't matter.  Let's go, grab
your stuff."

 

I didn't actually have much stuff, and
Dani and Dave had most of their belongings in his truck so it was only about
five minutes before we were out the door and headed to the parking lot.  As
soon as we reached it, though, my heart sank.  Charles and his two security
guards were standing in front of Dave's truck.  It was already starting to get
dark outside, and the rest of the parking lot was empty of people.  The phone
call had been a trap to get us to come out, and we had fallen for it without a
second thought.

 

"Well, well, look who it is.  I told
you you'd pay, you little bitch.  I want all of my money back, for
starters."  He held a baseball bat in his hands, as did one of his men. 
The other one held a knife.  "And if you guys run, well, I'm sure I can
cause at least as much damage to this truck as what you stole from me." 
He slapped his hand with the bat menacingly. 

 

"It's her money, you leech,"
Dani yelled out.  "You're nothing but a lousy pimp.  She only took what
you promised her.  Now get the fuck out of here before we call the cops."

 

"I'm sure the police would believe a
whore and her lesbian friend over an upstanding business man with a chain of
lucrative truck stops," he said.  "But we aren't going to find out
anyway."

 

As soon as he said that, his two security
guys rushed forward.

 

Dave immediately stepped in front of us,
pushing Dani and I behind his back.

 

The guy with the bat took a swing at Dave,
but because of the height difference he had to tilt the bat up to go for the
head and Dave was able to shift his elbow up to let it glance past him.  The
momentum of the bat kept it swinging around, though, and as it did Dave caught
it in one of his huge hands with reflexes that I never would have expected from
someone so big.  He gave a violent yank and pulled it from the hands of the
surprised guard.

 

Dave kept the bat moving in the same
direction and let the handle of it slam into the wrist of the second guard,
causing him to drop his knife.  All of a sudden, Dave had disarmed both men and
was standing there with a bat, at least head and shoulders taller than both of
them.  He flicked his wrist and the bat shot higher into the air as he caught
the handle in his right hand.

 

The two men looked at Dave, then at each
other.  At that point I think they both realized that Charles wasn't paying
them enough and they turned and started running, leaving their boss on his own.

 

The look on his face was very satisfying
to me.  Charles realized immediately that the tables had turned, and he was in
a lot of trouble.  Dave took a couple of steps towards him before he could even
react, and with the truck directly behind him, he had nowhere to run.  Like a
caged animal, he went a bit crazy and took a wild swing with his bat at Dave.

 

Dave blocked it with his own bat and then
swung his around, catching Charles in the temple hard and knocking him to the
ground.  It was the second time Dave had knocked the man out, and I was even
more happy to see it this time than I was the first time. 

 

Dave picked up Charles and threw him over
his shoulder and we took him into our room.  I found out later that before he
became a trucker, Dave had earned his living as an underground fighter.  He
left that life to get away from the violence, but luckily he hadn't lost all of
his skills yet.

 

We got some rope from the truck and tied
Charles up, although this time we didn't bother to strip him since we didn't
have a plan about what to do with him.  Although I did have a few ideas of my
own. 

 

When he came to, the first thing he saw
was me, standing in front of him wearing my jeans and a white tank top, bat in
hand. 

 

I'd like to say that I was able to turn
the other cheek, and that I let him go with just a warning not to fuck with me
again.  But that isn't the case.  For one thing, I wanted to know who it was
that had called us to lure us out, since the voice was so familiar.  When he
didn't answer me right away, I was actually kind of happy.  After a few smacks
with the bat, though, his lips loosened.  So did some of his teeth.

 

Turns out it was Frank.  That fat fuck was
still trying to screw with my life, and apparently had jumped at the chance at
being involved in chasing me down.  There was no way I could let him get away
with it either.  We had Charles call Frank, my bat right next to his head,
ready to swing if he deviated at all from our script.  He told Frank that they
had caught me and if he wanted to have a go at me for old time's sake, he
should come on down to the motel before they beat the hell out of me too
badly.  I think he was probably in his car before we hung up the phone.

 

Within 15 minutes, there was a knock at
the door.  Dave opened it and Frank was standing there, breathing heavily from
the short waddle from his car to the door.  "I'm looking for
Charles?" he said, probably figuring Dave was one of the security guys
that helped catch me.

 

"Ya, come on in," Dave boomed.

 

As soon as Frank entered the room I
slammed the bat into the side of his head.  There was a satisfying smacking
noise that was followed by a huge thud as his great bulk hit the floor.  I had
come up with an idea while we had waited, and once he was unconscious we wasted
no time in putting it into action.

 

By the time Frank came to, he was naked from
the waist down, bound on his hands and knees to a chair that was in turn bound
to the bed frame.  Next to him was Charles in the same state.

 

"What the fuck!" he screamed as
soon as he had come to his senses.  "Charles, what the fuck is going
on!"

 

Charles didn't say anything, so I
answered.  When he heard my voice, I saw his whole body slump forward, almost
as if he knew what was coming.

 

"Hello, Frank," I said.

 

"Anna!  What... what the hell... let
me the fuck up, you stupid slut!  Do you have any idea-"

 

I slammed the bat against his huge, hairy
ass hard, which instantly shut him up.

 

"I don't even want to hear from you,
Frank.  I'll do the talking," I said.

 

"You fucking stupid-" I wacked
him again with the bat and then turned to Dave.

 

"I think they'll need help shutting
up, especially once we get started," I said.  Dave nodded and walked
around to the two men.  He shoved a rag into each of their mouths and then
wrapped duct tape around their head to keep it in.

 

"Much better," I said.  "I
came to you almost a year ago and you and I started doing what we did.  I'm not
going to stand here and claim that I was innocent and you took advantage of a
poor little virgin.  I knew what I was getting into at the time, and you and I
had discussed our plan and the money situation.  But over time, you got fucking
greedy.  Like the pig that you are in every part of your life, you started to
take more from me while returning nothing extra.  Soon I was doing things that
I never signed up for, and you made sure that I was never really paid enough
that I could leave. 

 

"And then, one day, you not only let
a guy fuck me hard in the ass without lube, but you stole all of the money that
I had saved up.  It was my ass and pussy that these guys were fucking.  I was
the one that had to swallow all those filthy loads, sucking guys off while they
took a shit or pissed on me.  You think I was doing all of that because I liked
it, you fucking dick?  I did it for the money.  To move on with my life.  And
then you took that all away and sold me, like a slave, to this other sadistic
fuck."  I turned my attention to Charles.

 

"And you weren't any better.  You
were worse, in fact.  You gave me hope, told me you would pay me even more but
you made me live like an animal in a cage.  You gave me no clothes and I almost
went crazy from boredom with nothing to do all day, aside from the frequent
visits from yourself or your disgustingly cruel friends. 

 

"I think you've proven that you never
had any intention of paying me, or likely even letting me go.  And yet here we
are."

 

I walked over to the table in the room
where my bottle of lube sat.  I opened it up and squirted it liberally along
the handle of the bat.

 

"So I'm free now.  And I will remain
that way.  I'll never work for you two or anyone else the way I did over the
last ten months or so.  But I want you guys to have just a little taste of what
I went through each day.  And there's really only one way to do that."

 

I walked up to Frank's big ass and put the
handle of the bat against it, pushing it forward and rubbing the lube against
him.  I still held the bottle and I tipped it, letting it pour down between his
crack, not wanting to actually touch him with my hands again.

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