Hit the road, Frank

As you fly over the highway you spot a little dinner. You decide to make a pit stop and maybe catch a ride to get some distance between you and your pursuers. A couple of trucks are sitting in the parking lot. There’s also a family wagon, a sports car and three bikes. You land on top of one of the trucks and peek a look into the dinner. The truckers are having dinner, the bikers and their girl are having a beer, the family is still looking at the menu and the rich young couple is kissing while their food gets cold. The two waitresses run around the tables. Your instinct tells you that you could really have some fun here tonight but you have to control yourself, you’re still on the run and you don’t want the DSD back on your trail so you’ll have to settle for only one meal.

The young couple could give you a nice time but at the same time there’s not much space left in the sports car and you would definitely like to rest during the day. The bikers would do great in an orgy but well, direct sunlight on the back of a bike is not an option. The family you’d love to pervert them but, once again leaving a dead kid or two behind would certainly be a big hint for the DSD. You’ll have to settle for one of the truckers. One is young the other one is old. The young one would do for a great meal you think.

You change back to human. You invoke a tight pair of tiny jeans and a checkered shirt three sizes too big that you close with a knot over your belly button. Looking yourself in the chrome of the sports car you stop to appreciate the result. The perfect bait for a horny trucker; you smile. You sit on the footboard of one of the trucks and you wait. The first to come out is the family; you look at them as they get back into the car.

“Tonight’s your lucky night,” you think as they get back on the highway.

The second to come out are the bikers, stumbling around the parking lot, they manage to get their bikes going and they drive away a drunken public menace. You really don’t have to help humans cause trouble. You smile again.

The two truckers get out of the dinner. You’re about to approach the young one when something in the older one’s aura attracts your attention. A dark stain, the stain of a wicked man, a stain you like. You dismiss the younger one and follow the old one to his truck.

“Hey there young lady, looking for a ride?”

There’s a promise in his voice, a dark one.

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

“Heading east, does that match your expectations?”

“I don’t care as long as we go far away from here.”

“Are you in some kind of trouble?”

You don’t answer. You just smile.

Twenty minutes later you’re on the highway. The cars drive past you. The old timer is a bit slow on the wheel. The radio is playing old standards from before the Lilith wars.

“What’s your name?” he finally asks.

“Jody,” you answer, “yours?”

“Frank.”

“So Frank, what’s your deal?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean what’s your deal? What are you planning on doing to me?”

“I don’t understand you.”

“Are you going to **** me and kill me afterwards? Or kill me and then **** me? Or maybe sell me to a whorehouse down south?”

“Come on Jody, that’s not funny.”

“Oh but it is my dear Frank, extremely funny… How could you resist such a delicious little body like mine? How could you not want to take out that big knife of your and stick me with it? Where do you want to stick it Frank?”

You shift to face him, a leg on the seat the other on the floor spreading your legs, letting him get a good look at your little pussy through the leg of the short. He looks at you out of the corner of the eye, sweat starts falling down his front. Your hand trails up your leg to meet with your labia.

“Come on Frank, I know you’re a bad man, I know you do bad things to sweet little girls like me, I know you want to do it, I know you want to stick me…” you slide a finger inside you, “…right here.”

His eyes are back on the road. The sweat is now pouring abundantly; he wipes it off his face.

“Don’t do this,” he mutters “don’t let the voices come back…”

“The voices? What do the voices tell you Frank?” You say pushing your finger in and out of your pussy.

“No not the voices, I’m clean now…”

“How long have you been clean, Frank? A year?”

You wait for his reaction, your fingers are covered with your fluids, the smell in the cabin is delicious.

“Not a year, less than that, a month maybe… Come on Frank tell me how long you have been clean?”

His eyes are on the road but you can feel he’s losing feet.

“Less than a month? Frank you naughty boy, has it been a week? Seriously not even a week? A day then? Oh Frank, don’t tell me, she’s still back the truck… Is she still alive?”

Frank startles, the truck bites heavily on the left lane nearly throwing a car off the road.

“Oh you bad boy, Frank, she is still alive! I love you so much my dear Frank… You’re such a delicious little pervert.”

He looks at you with bloodshot eyes, a feverish madness lingering behind them.

“Eyes back on the road my sweet Frank. It would be shame to crash right now that we have found each other, don’t you think? Why don’t you pull down on the emergency lane so that we can have a look at your cargo?”

Suddenly he smiles and drives the truck to full stop by the side of the road. An angry driver horns at you.

“I understand now…” he starts, “you are the voices.”

“No Frank, I am no the voices,” you say revealing you true form, “I am much better than that, I am the real thing.”

“Mistress… I … I have been waiting for you for the last twenty years…”

“Now let’s have a look at that nice little girl in the back, and if I’m satisfied, I might let you stick me.”

The large door locks behind you. The sobbing girl in the darkness sounds delicious.

“Don’t cry little thing…” you say as the truck drives away in the night, “I haven’t even started with you…”