Nikki had taken the lucrative contract to be a motor mechanic at an isolated waystation on a well-used trucking corridor, servicing the trucks of a particular trucking company. She understood it was a lonely job, and she would be stuck there for a six month contract, but the money was good. She wasn’t sure why they had asked for a photo of her in a swimsuit, but she knew she looked good in one and she wasn’t afraid of taking a competitive edge.
It wasn’t until the day of her deployment that she realised something was amiss. She was driven out to the waystation by the company’s receptionist. She had expected a garage and repair facilities but there was nothing but a crude shack. She turned to ask what was going on, only to find the receptionist firing an injection gun into her left breast.
“There’s a GPS chip in your tit,” the receptionist said. “If you travel more than 200 metres from the shack in the next six months, you will void your contract and be obliged to pay the company exorbitant damages. The contract also gives us permission to use reasonable force to return you to your station and compel you to stay there. In addition, the chip will deliver electric shocks to your breast while you are not close enough to the shack. Try to have fun.”
Nikki tried to protest, to ask questions, but the receptionist pushed her out of the car, and drove off, leaving Nikki stranded, without (she now realised) any car, wallet, identification, or phone.
The first truck came along a few hours later, and stopped. Nikki greeted the large, burly driver uncertainly. “Do you… need your truck serviced?” she asked.
The driver laughed. “New girl, I see. I think you’ve got bigger tits than the last one. Don’t worry, bitch, it’s not my truck that you’re paid to service.” He advanced on the horrified girl, and soon she was pressed up against the shack as he ripped her clothes off her. She moaned as she was forced to her knees and forced to suck his cock, and then wailed as he pulled out of her mouth, turned her around, and began to rape her pussy, until finally he ejaculated inside her.
He took her clothes with him, leaving her naked except for her boots and hat. She tried to run from the hut after that, but she began receiving painful warning shocks to her tits after less than 150 metres, and was forced to return. The next truck pulled up shortly after that, and that driver raped her too, and she understood that her role in life now was to be unwilling sexual entertainment for long haul drivers, at all hours, for the next six months.
She soon learned that she needed to please the drivers to get by. There was no food in the shack; she was dependent on what the drivers fed her. Some would give bring her meals from the last diner down the road if she was good and sucked and fucked eagerly and agreed with them that she was a stupid bimbo whore. Others would offer her nothing but their semen, or dog food in a bowl.
She needed blankets for the cold nights, too, and here the truckers would play a game with her. The first truck passing in the morning would take away her blankets from the night before, and leave her a present. It might be slutty lingerie, or a dog-tail butt plug, or nipple clamps, or a thick dildo. If all the truckers who passed during the day saw her using or wearing the toy like a good girl, she would get warm blankets that night. Otherwise she would shiver through the darkness, regretting bitterly that she had not been more obedient.
No one used her name, for they did not know, and did not ask, and in time she grew used to being called “bitch” and her old name began to seem strange to her. She noticed that her pussy had begun wettening automatically at the sound of an approaching truck, and that she walked less and crawled like a dog more. Her showers came from water-tanker drivers turning a pressured hose on her from time to time, and she learned how to make herself look pretty and fuckable even under such conditions, so as to please the men her life now revolved around.
Six months came and went, and no one came to take her home. But that was all right, for in any case she couldn’t imagine that the fuckpig she had become had any business living in a normal house and making choices for herself…
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*he took her clothes with him
Fixed, thanks.