To a roadhouse

To my relief, the drive was uncharacteristically eventless. No hooting trucks passing by. No leering school boys crossing at a red traffic light. And except for the occasional flick to my left nipple clamp, Sarah left me unscathed. That, however, changed, when we arrived at our destiny.

It was a trucker roadhouse just outside suburbia right at the interstate. A whole bunch of trucks was parked at the parking area. My heart immediately started thumping. This wasn't any good.

"Here we are, bitch," Sarah proclaimed. "Time to start your punishment."

I looked at her, fear in my face.

"Oh, c'mon stop looking at me like that. Trust me," she said cheerfully, "this is gunna be fun. Now get out of the car and strip, ****!"

Without hesitation I obeyed. If anything, I was rewarded with the relief of not having my finger sticking in my ass any longer. At the same time, I felt a feeling of regret. That finger sure had turned me on. So I stood there in the open, naked to the bones, and a roadhouse full of horny truckers waiting for me. Sarah same around and halted in front of me.

"Show me your finger, slut!"

I lifted the finger that had been in my ass.

"Slurp." To my surprise, Sarah took it and licked it clean, looking at me with those powerful eyes that had me hooked since the first time we had met. "Never forget, there are no mysteries to me." I gulped and nodded.

"Okay, first those tits need some little warming up. Hands up and present your tits, bitch!"

Wincing in anticipation I did just that.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sarah hit my tits with her open palms, not bothering whether she scored on bare flesh or those terrible nipple clamps. I was in pain instantly. Left, right, left. My tits jiggled, my mind went nuts. I bit on my lips and kept my tits exposed. Left, right, left. Then this first ordeal was over. My tits were burning, my nipples were red and swollen. Even as I recouped, Sarah grabbed between my legs and explored my cunt.

"Stupid whore. Wet as a mop brush. Don't you have any decency?"

"No, mistress Sarah."

"Guess so." She slapped my one more time on my left tit. The nipple clamp stung. I hissed. "Well, no need for more delays." She turned me around and fastened my wrists with a set of handcuffs at my back. Next, she used some plastic coil to tie my elbows together. I moaned, as my shoulders were thrust backwards until it hurt. As a result my firm, burning tits protuded, just asking to be squeezed and abused. The coil bit into my skin. This promised to become a nightmare.

When she was finished, she turned my around once again. She fastened a double-ended chain to my nipple clamps and pulled. Sudden pain shot throught my body, but handcuffed up as I was, I was unable to resist. Sarah smiled. "Your tits look really juicy, slut. Let's show them to the boys!" Then she led me to the entrance and I followed suit, my heart thumping and my pussy moist from expectation and fear.