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Chapter 7 by CocksleeveDottie CocksleeveDottie

What Next?

Year's Summary

One year had passed since you first woke up chained to a Truckstop. A year since you last heard your name from someone  else's lips. Six months since you stopped silently using your name to remind yourself who you once were. Four months since you woke up one day completely unable to remember your name, only being able to think of "Truckslut" as your name.

Three months ago your old friend Stacy found you. She'd damaged an order being delivered to the bar/restaurant you both worked at, Brassy Knockerz, and she was in the delivery truck to "apologise" to the Trucker and Factory he had to return to  for a replacement order.

Her blue eyes alone with amusement at how confused you got she called you Breanne? Why would she call you that?

Two months since all your co-workers from Brassy Knockerz and all the management heads at the office you'd been trying to work full-time at right before all those happened had visited and fucked you. One month since... since Doug had come to see you.

He took some pictures, recorded videos of you being fucked and telling him about all the people who've fucked you. Then he made you give him the only things you'd worn for months; your Engagement and Wedding Rings. He told you he would get your marriage to him annulled on the grounds of you being a colossal whore. Promised to sell all your stuff and use it to pay for his new girlfriend's breast enlargement surgery.

And he left without one last fuck!!!

One year had passed since you first woke up chained to a Truckstop. And your stockpile of pregnancy pills has finally run out.

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