Hauled Off

His buddy knew what he wanted, as he walks up to me, half aiding, half shoving me into place. I rapidly find myself standing, facing the right wall, my nipples only inches from being pressed against the cold, smooth steel of the truck's exterior walls. He grabbed my right arm with his left, which he secures to the metal restraint around my wrist with sturdy ropes. As I wait patiently, feeling helpless and excited about what was going on at the same time, as he switched to repeat the same action with my left. My arms were held out at a 45-degree angle from my body.

He repeated the same steps with my legs. First, my right leg was grabbed at the ankle, spread my legs apart before tying my leg in a similar fashion. Heavy metal chains moved, as he placed additional ropes around my leg below my knee. Once he moved to my left, he did the same steps with it as the right. My legs were now spread wide, and I was now securely held in place. My pussy lips spread along with it, and I felt some of the loads that had been pressed into me before starting to drip out, along with some liquids of my own. A few drops landed on the metal below me, but I felt yet more skip down my legs, leaving droplets of fluid down both of my legs. I moaned, relishing the sensation.

I was helpless, naked, and tied up, and yet part of me would not want to be anyplace else. One of them offered me a liquid, dark and odd tasting. Well, offered would be too strong a word, in this case. It was more of a slowly upturned bottle, with the open end happening to be in my mouth. Whatever the brew was, I drank it down out of reflex, breathing deeply between swigs. Once the first one had been emptied into me, a second was prescribed to me. Each sip was dark, thick, liquid, and felt more like liquid fire cascading down my throat. It rested there oddly, as I had regretted not having much to eat.

Once that was over, the several-hour trip started. I tried staying still as well as I could, as the vehicle bucked maddeningly down the road. I felt goosebumps form on my arms and legs, and nipples form almost imitatively, and my nipples became even more erect. On many of the bumps and sways of the truck, my nipples brushed against the cold metal. My hard nipples were even more aware of the soft curves of sheet metal upon them, and I moaned more than a few times at the touch. The cold of the smooth sheet metal sent chills down my naked body, which oddly made me feel all the more aroused.

The ride felt like it was taking forever. I could hear the freeway traffic and a quest din of the radio blaring upfront, but that was all. By the time the truck stopped, part of me was sure I had spend days, not hours, tied up that way. After what felt like forever, I saw the door in the back open up. The bright light of the garage blaring in stark contrast to the dark sky I could make out from beyond the closing metal door.

I saw the busier one walk up to me and heard him say, "We're going to bed down here for the night. I know how to make the time pass better for you, though", he said crudely, his hand rubbing up and down my right arm. I moaned at the touch, and at the suggestion.

I waited, helpless at his touch, and revealing at what was yet to come.