He's satisfied with Stacie for the time being

The trucker drove on with Stacie still sleeping in the back, oblivious to the fact that they were no longer anywhere near her home, or still in her home state for that matter. It had been seven hours now since he exchanged loads in Northridge, and he was starting to get tired. He would soon be approaching his favorite rest stop where he could pull off and rest for a while, and also keep Stacie in check while he slept. It was a nice secluded spot mostly used by truckers, well off the road with plenty of trees. The state sent workers by once a week to clean the place, and restock the vending machines. Troopers sometimes used it, but they were always quick to conduct their business and leave. It was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect spot to initiate Stacie into her new life, and that was exactly what the trucker intended to do.

Stacie had strange dreams. She saw Mick looking down at her, holding a leather, studded collar and a ball gag. He was smiling at her as he put the collar around her neck and fastened the gag in her mouth, around her head. She felt leather cuffs being placed around her wrists and shackles around her ankles. But it was only a dream, and she drifted back to sleep.

Mick lay down next to Stacie. There was no need to worry about her now that he had her gagged and chained. The rig was parked at the far end of the rest area where the woods began. Nice and secluded, just the way he liked it when the girls he caught tried to scream or run away.
He slept for a couple of hours before he was awakened by Stacie's stirring, and eventual fright at the realization her captivity wasn't a dream after all, but a harsh reality. She started to cry.

Stacie thrashed about, trying to break free. Her hands were securely chained above her head to the cab wall, as were her ankles. She tried to scream through the ball gag, but the only sound that came out of her mouth was a muffled whimper. The coolness of the air on her feet was enough to let her know her socks and sneakers had been taken. She was still fully clothed. She looked to the side, and there lay Mick right beside her. His eyes snapped open, and he looked right at her and smiled.

Mick sat up and caressed Stacie's face."Welcome back to the land of the living, little missy" he said. "I guess you're wondering what's going on. Like I told you before, as long as you play by my rules, you'll be fine. I'm going to train you how to be a good ****. If you follow the rules, I'll reward you. If you break the rules, I'll punish you. It's that simple. I have plenty of time to train you since we're heading to California. I also know where you live. If you don't obey me, I'll go get your mother and your sister, and I'll hurt them. Do you understand?"

Stacie shook her head emphatically yes.

"Good. I'm glad we understand each other" he said. "Now, do you have to use the bathroom? Because you're not gonna piss and shit yourself in my truck."

Stacie again shook her head yes. She felt beaten and betrayed, and she didn't want anything happening to her sister or her mother.

Mick unchained her arms and feet from the cab wall, and rechained them in front of Stacie. Then he put a dog leash through the ring in her collar. "Let's go" he said, giving her a semi playful tug. They both got out of the truck with Stacie stepping gingerly on the rocky ground in her bare feet. He led her by the leash to the bathrooms, and took her inside. He opened a stall door for her. "Go on now. Get your business done" he said. Stacie was shocked. "In front of you?" Her face turned red. "In front of me" he replied. "A good **** does as they're told." Stacie had never peed or pooped in front of a man before, at least to her own recollection. She trembled as she undid the top button of her jeans and unzipped them. She squatted down on the toilet at the same time she pulled them down so she wouldn't show so much flesh.

Mick laughed at her modesty. She was like a shy little flower. He took the gag out of her mouth so they could talk to each other.

Stacie looked up at him, her shackled arms down between her legs. "I can't go" she said. "I'm too embarassed to go in front of you. Could you please at least turn your head?" She motioned with her hands at the same time for him to turn around.

"You're gonna have to get used to it sooner or later" he responded. "If not in front of me, in front of someone else. Now do your business, or I'll have to punish you." He thought about her modesty, and asked "Are you a virgin?"

Stacie was beside herself at the question. "No!" she quickly exclaimed. "I had sex two years ago with Robbie Preston. I really liked him, and I wanted him to like me. I found out too late he just wanted to pop me, or it never would have happened." She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. She imagined the sound of a beautiful, relaxing waterfall. The thought worked, and soon she was tinkling into the toilet. A loud fart soon followed, which made her face turn redder yet, and soon number two followed number one into the toilet bowl with a loud plop.

Mick stood there holding her leash, smiling from ear to ear, trying hard not to laugh at her. "Very good" he said, stifling a smirk. "Sorry to hear about your bad first experience with Robbie. A girl's first time should be something special, something memorable."

"Thanks for the sympathy. That's what I thought, too. But it wasn't, and I learned to live with it." Stacie finished her business, and went for the toilet paper. The dispenser turned out to be empty, and she looked flustered at Mick.

"Oh" he said. "nothing to wipe with, eh?" She shook her head. He opened the door to the next stall, and saw that there was plenty of paper there. "Well, come on then. There's some in the stall next door. Just get up and walk over there."

Stacie stood up, and with her pants down around her ankles, and her hands covering her soft, brunette mound, she waddled out of the stall and over to the next one. Mick got a good view of her shapely ass and hips. "Very nice ass" he said to her. Again she turned twenty shades of red as she walked into the other stall, and sat down. She wiped herself as quick as she could, then yanked up her jeans as she stood up.

"No" Mick commanded. "Leave them down. I want a good look at that sweet little pussy of yours, and a better look at that ass. Come on out of the stall, and slowly turn around so I can see you."

Stacie dropped her jeans to her ankles again and came out of the stall. She slowly turned around so Mick could get a good look at her ass and pussy. She turned three times before he told her to stop and face him. She stood still in front of him. "Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked her. She slowly shook her head yes, almost certain of what was going to follow next. She shook with fear as Mick looked her over again. "Do you ever play with your pussy when you're alone?" She shook her head yes again. "All right" he said. "Pull your pants up, and let's go."

Stacie breathed a sigh of relief as she bent over to pull up her jeans. She buttoned them up, and pulled up the zipper. Mick once again led her out of the bathrooms by the leash. But he didn't take her back to the truck. Instead, he took her into the woods. Her bare feet hurt as she walked across the stones, and as they walked into the woods, it seemed her feet found every sharp little twig or object that was laying on the ground. Finally Mick stopped. he chained her leash to a tree, then undid her cuffs and shackles. "All right, little missy" he said. "Take off all your clothes. I want to get a good look at the whole picture."

Stacie started to cry as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She slid it off of her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Her camisole came next, and she had to let it dangle over the chained leash. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and wriggled out of them, stepping out of them once they hit the ground. She stood before Mick clad only in her white lace panties and bra.

Mick motioned for her to stop. He walked around her. "They look as good on you as the other girl I took them from" he said. "You look very nice in white frilly lace. I thought you would." He returned to stand in front of her. "Okay, get 'em off."

Stacie unclipped the front of her bra, shrugged it off and let it fall to the ground on top of her blouse. Her ample breasts stood out firm, and her nipples quickly responded to the open air. She took off her panties, and laid them with her blouse and bra. She was now totally naked, her hands crossed in front of her on either hip. She dared not cover her breasts, or her soft pubic mound out of fear Mick would get mad at her.

Mick reached out his hand and gently touched Stacie's dark, hairy mound. His fingers ran over it lightly, and it caused Stacie to tingle and shudder. "You're very sensitive down there" he said. "I like that. You keep it trimmed from the looks of it. Very nice." He then rolled her nipples between his fingers. "Nice big nipples. Nice for breastfeeding and sucking on." He took one into his mouth and gently ran his tongue over it. The raspy feel of his tongue on the tip of her nipple caused Stacie to swoon and sigh. "Very sensitive tits, too I take it." He backed up and crossed his arms. "Show me how you play with yourself" he ordered her.

Stacie leaned up against the tree and began by tweaking her nipples, and rubbing her breasts. She ran a hand down her torso to her hairy crotch and slightly parted her legs. She let her fingers glide lightly over her pubic mound, then ran her middle finger up into her slit. she rubbed slowly, up and down, until her inner lips blossomed from her swollen labia. Then she stuck her finger up inside herself, gathering her slick wetness and smeared it all over her clit. She rubbed her clit, and her hips began to slowly gyrate with lusty passion. Her snese began to tingle, and she let out muffled moans through her ball gag. Her breathing became ragged and uneven, and she gulped air as her fingers danced over her clit faster and faster. Her hips bucked and gyrated as ifd fucking an invisible lover. "AAAUUUGGGHHH!" she moaned as she came hard, causing her knees to go weak. She slid to the ground in a heap, the bark of the tree scraping her naked back. She sat there, eyes closed, as waves of self inflicted passion rolled through her body.

When Stacie opened her eyes, Mick was standing over her, his cock dangling in front of her face. "That was a very good show" he said. "Now it's time for you to make me cum."

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked with pleading eyes.

"Because I can" he answered, caressing her hair. "Now open your mouth, and suck me off."

"I've never done this before" protested Stacie.

"You're gonna have to learn if you want to be a good sex ****" he said.

"You're turning me into a sex ****?" Stacie was shocked. "That's what this is all about? Why not just sell me, and let whoever worry about training me? I can't run away from you. You've made sure of that. I'd be afraid of you going after my mom and my sister."

"Because I want to have some fun with you before I sell your slutty ass." He pulled her hair, and she opened her mouth to yelp. When she did, he pushed his cock right down her throat. "Shut up and suck, bitch!"

Stacie gagged and tried to push herself away, but the grip he had on her hair was too tight, and she could feel clumps of it straining to stay rooted in her head. She relaxed, and stopped pushing as she cried into Mick's pubic hair. She knew she had to do whatever he told her to. It was the only way she would survive now. Then she thought about her cell phone. If he hadn't found it, she could quietly charge it somehow, and maybe call for help. She decided the best thing to do was bide her time.