Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

She wanted it, needed it, had to have it!

Now Harry was going to teach her how to drive a truck. They could be together always. When he was sleeping, she could drive for him a little while. That would put them well ahead of schedules, and they could spend the extra time fucking.

Fucking all day long, in a wild variety of places and positions. She hungered for his eight inch dong. She loved it, she loved him. The world was perfect for her now.

"Mind untying my legs?" she asked. "I'm getting sort of sore in the crotch."

He smiled, but it was an oddly savage grin. "Not at all." He quickly untied the itchy, irritating nylon ropes but made no move to remove the ropes holding her hands together behind her back.

"I know you can't drive so I'm going to do all the wheel work and actual clutching." Damn, but would he do the clutching! And would she ever find out what he meant by that!

"But what do I do?" she asked.

"I'm going to let you work the gear shift. It's a sixteen-speed job. It takes a lot of shifting to get a rig like this moving. There are eight starting gears. We got a lot of weight to get rolling, and it takes a lot of work. I'll start you out on the gear shift and work you for a while there."

"Sounds fine. How about untying my hands?"

"They stay tied. I don't want you grabbing the wheel or anything like that."

"Well, okay, I guess." She wasn't sure how she was supposed to shift the gears if her hands were tied behind her back, but she was going to go along with whatever Harry had in mind. He was the boss. She'd never met a more commanding man in her life.

She loved him. There was no other explanation for the feeling she felt deep down inside.

Harry dressed but didn't offer to let Summer get her clothing on. He motioned to the naked teenager to climb up front.

"I want you to sit facing, to the back of the truck." He gunned the idling diesel engine until its muted roar filled the cab. Listening until it sounded right, he told her, "All right. First gear."

Summer reached with her bound hands. She fumbled a great deal and couldn't get a good grip on the lever.

"Damnit, don't use your hands, cunt. Use your body. Hell!" he snorted in disgust. He reached out and gripped her by the tits and lifted.

She screamed in pain as her entire weight was lifted by her two knockers. His callused hands didn't let up on the convenient handles until he had her placed exactly where he wanted her.

Then she really felt pain.

He had dropped her over the gear shift lever. Her cunt was suddenly invaded by the cold metal knob of the gear shift. She was impaled on the truck's shift. She felt it torturing her insides. It stretched and tore at her guts like no cock ever could. The metal was cold inside her cunt. It sent shivers of horror throughout her body. This wasn't the way she had though he meant she would be shifting gears.

"Why are you doing this… oh, shiiit, it huuurts!"

"Shut up and shift into first."

When she didn't move, he threw in the clutch, grabbed her by the right tit and shoved her backwards. She screamed at the pain of the lever pressing against her delicate inner pussy walls. She screamed again as he pulled at her jug to get the truck shifted into second.

Third, fourth and fifth were equally as bad. When the truck was rolling, less shifting was required. That didn't lessen the pain in her body. The vibration from the transmission was like a berserk vibrator. The gear shift quivered and throbbed and churned her guts around.

"You know, babe, you're the damnedest, sexiest gear shift knob I ever saw. Some guys got fancy ones. Plastic cocks and stuff like that. I bet I'm the only trucker who can legitimately claim to be a double-clutcher!"

He pushed her backwards as she shifted into a higher gear. The pain ripping through her body was so intense, Summer felt like passing out.

She held on to her sanity, though. She would put up with this. She wouldn't let him get to her. She would find out why he was trying so hard to degrade her.

There was no doubt he was destroying her body. Huge knob of metal locked firmly inside her cunt, it was like a spike of real iron. It was cold. Not even her fevered cunt could do anything about that. And the vibration was enough to drive her crazy. It buzzed and hummed.

As the truck started up a steep grade, he began squeezing her tits harder and harder as he shifted gears to take the grade. She was crying flaw. The tears left salty tracks down her cheeks. It was unbearable, the pain and torture he was inflicting. She began to hate the man. She wanted to get even. How would he like having the gear shift crammed up his ass?

The thought horrified her. What if she actually said something like that? Harry might not have thought of it. If she mentioned it, he might take her off the gear shift, he might pull the shift out of her cunt and stuff it up her ass.

Summer knew she could never bear that. It would kill her.

As Harry hummed a tune, she crouched over the gear shift. It quivered like a billion berserk butterflies in her cunt. It stimulated her now – as long as no shifting had to be done.

Still, she didn't like it. She didn't care for it jutting out of her pussy. And she was going to get even with Harry for doing this to her. How, when, where, she didn't know. But she'd get even with that no good bastard.

The tears dried as she bore the pain and his terrible off-key singing.

The check-in station was far down the road. Harry reached over and got his swindle sheet and gave it a quick glance. Everything looked like it was in order.

That was the catch. It looked like it was in order. He was overloaded by almost a thousand pounds. He was pretty sure he could get by with it this time around. They guy at the station was a pretty open fellow and could be bribed. What was it to him if a trucker was a couple pounds overweight?

Harry almost lost control of the truck. The sharp pain went away almost immediately and was replaced by a more gentle feeling. He glowed warm and nice inside. It was a well-fucked feeling. He couldn't get over how good he felt, and this had been his longest haul to date. On the road for almost twenty hours without any sleep and still he felt brand new, fresh and ready for another twenty hours.

The pills had helped. He had popped a couple bennies and four or five whites. But that wasn't enough to keep him going for twenty hours without other help. He smiled at the thought of the other help he was getting.

His crotch felt warm and nice.

He swerved again. Damn! He'd almost missed the turn for the weigh station.

He pulled up and braked at the side of the small adobe building. The agent, Pete something or other, came out and waved.

"Hey, Harry, how's it going this trip?"

"Not bad at all, Pete. Here's my manifest."

The man took it and glanced through the sheets. He glanced back at the rig and checked the tires.

"Everything looks okay. No need to weigh you out this time, I guess. You're one of the guys I trust." He pocketed the twenty that had gone along with the swindle sheet.

As he initialed the authorization in the proper three places, he looked up and said, "Something the matter, Harry? You're looking mighty funny. Haven't been dropping too many of those pills, have you?" He looked back at the manifest and schedule. "Hell, man, you only been driving twenty hours. You couldn't be in that bad a shape unless you pulled a turnaround."

"Uh, no, nothing, uh, uh, like that, Pete. I, uh, got a lot of sleep in, uh, you know, LA before leaving. A week." Damn but he wished that would go away while he was doing business! But he doubted the feeling would die. Not for a while. Besides, it kept him going a lot better than speed ever could.