2 comments/ 21431 views/ 14 favorites AAA INC. By: FelatiaAllday There's a place called AAA Inc. The pool hall/ bar combination where many people would pass by unnoticed than to look at the little red and white sign. It's located in middle of the town where very little happens and people tend to their own business. The fact is if you happened upon it you definitely had to be looking for it. The establishment is located to the rear of a City Hall and the local police department only one street behind Main Street. It is slap dab in the middle of anywhere, Hicksville, U.S.A. When you enter the AAA Inc. in the window is a neon red and white sign which flashes open over and over. People never notice that the sign is never off and the business is never closed. It isn't what the eyes see at first glance that intrigues its customers. When you walk in further, you see it has multiple pool tables, dart boards, posters of half-naked swim suit models, the beers ice cold on tap, with several bottles of liquor on shelves, in front of a large mirror and trophy case. It also has something that often would go unnoticed as well; security camera's which cover every angle from the front door entrance, to the bathroom, and definitely the rear halls. There are always two men with a beer mug from the tap in front of them inside the place. To the unwary observer the establishment looks normal. However, nothing could be further from the truth. The two men are strategically sitting on opposite far corners of the wooden length of the bar looking as if they are centuries rather than men merely in the bar for a drink. Even more ominous is the fact that neither men have his back to door but rather, they face the door with their backs to the bar. To the untrained eye they appear to be merely slobs that are drunk. Yet wouldn't it stand to reason they would sit with one another if this were so? Sort of like the standard misery loves company. However, these supposed lushes have on clean neat pressed jeans and the shirts they're wearing are neat as well with button down collars. They also where black military style boots or Rockies. The men mentioned appear to be in a sort of uniform but not to the general public appearance. After passing the bar, walking further into the back you pass by a Ms. Pac Man Machine making noises, the men's bathroom, the woman's bathroom, and a closed door to the manager's office with a small badly tarnished brass sign which says Employees Only. Beyond this sign is a hunter green steel door which leads to another set of steps down an even scarier corridor. This corridor is narrower, the lighting much dimmer almost giving off a yellow hue. If you look up, you notice that the lights are strung up by metal hooks from the ceiling and extension cord. The air in this hallway is unmoved, stagnant, and damp smelling. The walls appear to sweat the further in you travel down this gauntlet. Soon you come to a slightly bigger door where the final warning is given. It says on a small wooden framed carving "AAA Inc. Members Only Pass at Your Own Risk". It is here where we find the darkest sickest minds of society. They find the realm of Bondage and Discipline or Sadomasochism as a reality. Here we also find the underground room where daughters are taught public humiliation and how to properly suck cock without gagging. This is where Master's learn the trade and slaves are trained to perfection. The customers are well cared for and spoiled. The secret is kept by the drawing of which is made months prior to the assembly. Money from customers never exchanges hand every transaction occurs months in advance using wire transfers. Now the specialty is here anything goes, where sons can accost their own mother, brothers can tie up, torture, and play with their own sisters. The fathers enjoy their daughters as trained whores as well as aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and stranger to stranger public sex throughout. The trouble isn't the place itself but the fact that it is always booked for up to almost two years in advanced. Most do not even understand why it is called AAA Inc. The initials stand for {Always Anal or Airtight Incorporated} founded by a mystery Master. People wanting to train their significant loved one here must sign a waiver and it is faxed to a number designated only twenty four hours prior to pick up. If the waiver is incomplete or there is a problem with not receiving the allotted slot then you will not be given a confirmation number and date. Your money is non-refundable. However, if all is completed with appointment, confirmation number, as well as a medical release for the health of the participant, a final date will be issued for you and your participant. If for any reason you cannot make the date in question you will be allowed only one makeup date which will be given to you with no exceptions. If you cannot make the makeup date remember your money is non-refundable. Every actor and every participant must have completed their nineteenth birthday prior to the signing of your waiver. Those are the rules no exceptions. This is what I remember about the paper I signed when my brother and uncle come to me to have me sign it. They asked would I be a Member of the AAA Inc. I asked them what it was but the two of them looked at one another then kind of chuckled. I should have known I was signing away my life as it existed. My name for the record of sorts will be Naomi Brianna Jefferson or {N.ice B.low J.ob for my initials}, not my real name of course. I will respond to just about any name that you call me anyways after what I've been through. I for the purpose of this story will claim no ethnicity, I will say I am female, I am very pretty with dimpled cheeks and dimpled tight ass. I am about 5'03, 116 lbs. with 36 C- cup breasts. I was asked to take part in an elite club by my kin and they understood about what they were asking. I was not aware places like the triple A existed. That's just what we slaves call it. We know that it is the single spookiest place on the planet for a slave, a pet, a humility bird, or a toy. It is where the elite in society abandon all reason and use us anyway they please. I thought when my own brother and uncle looked at one another it was merely a joke. I took it as a dare and signed the damn paper. Once I signed, a sequence of events occurred to me that are still to this day a whirl wind in my mind. I was attending college at a smaller school most people took classes on line. I was studying to be a massage therapist. I was leaving class when I was taken by my brother to get a physical exam. It was scary because he picked me up from school as if he had followed me there. Once at the tiny doctor's office I was given a complete physical to include blood draw and urine screen. I was given a pregnancy test. Hair follicle samples were taken and would be kept. They did a retinal scan, tooth and gum examination as well. After all was done I was given a digital bracelet to be kept on at all times as part of my initiation to include taking a shower with it. I looked at the bracelet it was made of copper with a fancy floral design on top. Little did I know I was looking at a tracking device on my wrist with global GPS capability? It was so when Triple A Inc. decided to snatch me they'd have my coordinates. They always take the slaves first. It appears as a random disappearance like something out of the twilight zone. We are all just faces on the milk carton or on some wanted poster. Triple A Inc. never makes mistakes. I was headed to a massage appointment almost a year later after signing that waiver. I was carrying a large leather bag where I kept my massage table and supplies like oils and lotions. A black van with no license plate, dark tinted windows, and a sliding door, drove quickly up beside me snatching me in. I was given an injection and twenty four hours later, I was waking up in a dungeon cell of AAA Inc. However, I had no idea at the time that I was even still in the same country or Universe. When I woke, I had the worst headache my mouth was as dry as sandpaper. I looked around the cement block room which had four small beds inside of it. There were no windows and one door without handles. The door had a tray slot in it but appeared very sturdy. Hanging from what appeared to be electrical cord was a single light bulb from the ceiling. I sat up realizing the copper bracelet was off my wrist. I was not wearing the clothes I had on before my arrival. I was looking around at every detail of the entire room. I noticed what looked to be a camera in the upper left hand corner of the room if you were facing the door. I noticed too that where a key whole lock should have been there was a metal plate with six rivets securing it into the actual door on this side of the door. There was one air vent for air or heat and a hole in the floor where the water continually flowed as it was used as a toilet. I stood up feeling very dizzy. The ground and room began spinning as nausea took over with dry heaves. I began retching from the smell of the stagnant air. I heard no other sounds but my gagging noises up until that point. I had not one person in the room with me. I figured I was the first of a batch with their being four beds in the room. I looked at the mattresses on the bed. The mattresses were well worn white and blue striped as if in a hospital or mental setting with little cushion and no sheets on them either. The beds had no pillows either. I could tell this was the bare minimum spent for the occupants of the room. This indifference scared me because I now occupied said room. I tried walking a little towards the door this is when I realized I was naked except for a flimsy like hospital gown with red and white vertical thin stripes and my panties. I thought to myself what in the world is this place? I could hear my breathing as I walked then I coughed a little. This is when I heard a voice screaming, "Hey! You motherfuckers let me out of here! I am letting you know I am not the bitch to be fucking with! Hey do you hear me! Let me out of here now!" It was an ominous revelation that I was not the only one in a cage. This too frightened me but I could not find my voice yet. Still groggy, I wanted some water to drink. I mean my mouth was dry and the throbbing in my head was constant. I truly could barely walk. I shuffled more like it, unsure of my footing. I was thinking back about what was the last thing I ate? I couldn't remember but it would have been one slice of pepperoni pizza the night before the van took me. How long had I been under? Where was I at? I began brainstorming about how to get some nutrition when I heard a set of keys at my door. I tried backing away as quick as I could but a large man in a black ski mask reached in grabbing my arm and pulled me out. I couldn't even put up a struggle and was unable to speak still but I sobbed feeling tears fall from my eyes. I was truly helpless as he stood me up by a wall in a narrow hall. I did notice in the lighting the man had hazel green eyes and brown lashes which meant he was probably brown headed. Still he hadn't spoken to me at all. He looked at my eyes, hands, and fingernails in particular then he left me standing there. I watched him walk two doors down and open another cell. This is when I heard the other lady, "Yeah, motherfucker! Come on get some you big bastard! I know I will fuck you up!" The voice went silent and the man exited the room with a blonde woman draped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I noticed as the man walked out of the room he was so large his shoulders almost expanded the entire hallway. He also walked slumped some I would guess he was six foot nine inches tall or perhaps six foot ten. He had a huge stride and as he walked up to me still with the lady draped he grabbed my arm forcing me to walk in front of him. The ogre like man pushed me and carried the other lady as if nothing was happening unusual. He didn't breathe hard as he walked indicating he was in great shape from his respiratory aspect. It is truly funny how you notice every little detail when you are in a hopeless situation. I was watching the walls, the lighting which was very odd, and the floor was made of old brick or cobblestone not modern floors. We arrived at the end of the corridor and a steel door with a double lock. The man stopped me. He opened the door using his free hand and the key which was a massive brass key with several others attached to the key ring on it as well. The man grabbed my arm pushing me through the door. I entered an open room with a long table. The chairs surrounding the table were not cushioned but rather metal folding chairs that were used for picnic tables and the like. On the table, was a nice spread of food and drink as well? They had plenty of fruits, salad, vegetables, and meats. They had mashed potatoes, gravy, and corn on the cob in butter, roast beef, deviled eggs, a huge oven baked turkey, rice pilaf, macaroni and cheese, roasted chicken, and beef tips in gravy and lastly ribeye steak. I was awestruck as I walked into the room which other than the food filled table had a macabre dark greyish feel to it. The lighting was still very poor the huge masked monster of a man never uttered a word. I walked silently further into the room as I watched the masked giant drop the other lady onto the floor. My mouth suddenly watered for the food. I heard the lady groveling as she began to wake. I continued forward shuffling my tired wobbly legs towards the table knowing I needed nutrition for survival. Suddenly, a door on the opposite side of the dining hall began clicking as I reached the back of the chair and an eccentric flaming homosexual with a bright pink over gown, sequined red spandex tights, and an open ruffled pink, purple, green, and blue sleeved shirt entered the room. He had jet black hair greased back with too much Vo-5 hair gel. I watched in distasteful silence as he entered with such dramatic fashion flailing his arms as if I was in the Rocky Horror Picture Show of the Seventies and he was Mick Jagger. However, this man was Hispanic because of his dark tan and swagger. It was then that the other lady began sitting up in silence looking at the same thing I was seeing as I glanced towards her direction. The eccentric man then spoke in a sudden burst of joy as if he was high and we were old friends. "Welcome to AAA Inc. We are here to serve you and hope that your stay here is entirely pleasant. Just remember eat up for your strength everything before you is yours as part of our experience. Enjoy the fine dining before the second half of your new life. I am Edwardo Escalante; I am here at your service. The big man is Hugo and he does not speak because his tongue was removed by our Master. He will grunt or growl. If he growls, well dears, he isn't too pleased as I am sure one of you ladies found out." I sat down at the table seeing a goblet with some liquid in it for drink. Edwardo smiled then explained, "It's okay dear, that's iced tea in our mid-evil goblet merely our fashion mystique. Drink, eat, and be merry for tomorrow the real fun begins with your training." I had swallowed several mouthfuls of the liquid which tasted fine. I looked up then asked him, "Why are we here? How did we get here? This is kidnapping you do understand that don't you?" Edwardo smiled, "You forget, Naomi Brianna Jefferson, that we know every detail about you. You signed a contract without duress or pressure. We have it all on film. Your uncle and your brother wanted you to sign so they could um, have you trained. Now you are here ready for your training my sweet dear girl. They too will be here to train you, soon." I looked at the little flaming creep then said, "You mean to tell me that they had something to do with this shit. I will get my brother if it's the last thing I do." I broke off a huge piece of bread roll and began buttering it. I was famished and decided to feast. Edwardo smiled dainty like then he said, "Oh yes, you will get your brother alright but not quite how you think." After eating we were taken to a human wash rack with in place shower racks and drains in the floors. They did have modern soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and sponges in the shower. I learned that the other ladies name was Shirley Gwendolyn Parker. She was in her forties but still quite attractive for her age. She explained that her son's had her sign a waiver of some sort and that she had no idea it was this involved. Shirley never knew anything about this stupid club and she was actually angry about the entire decision to sign. She had her two sons who were college aged. She was told that it was becoming an honorary member of some club she couldn't remember but yeah, just like me she signed without duress. After the shower, we were kept naked and marched to another large throne room. Here is where things got down right embarrassing. Both men and women who were abducted were completely naked brought to this same room. I saw over twenty to twenty five young men. They were of various sizes, body types, age, and cock size. They were all in a line as two women were present dressed as Mistresses. Us women were also marched and told to stand on the line which was painted on the floor. I looked down seeing the thick white spray painted line. The two women who were dressed in body suits and leotard as if in an aerobics class walked to the front of the room. I watched as the flamboyant Edwardo Escalante entered the room with a gong in his hand and he struck it twice which reverberated loudly. Edwardo spoke, "All slaves will kneel before the Master of the AAA Inc. Do it now." Immediately, I knelt down not wanting trouble however, I witnessed two or three never kneel. One was a tall muscular white male who appeared to be some type of military or police officer by the looks of his hair cut. I watched Hugo personally in action without a doubt impressive. He never hesitated or flinched he walked over striking the muscled up man one time and he was out on the ground like a sack of potatoes. One hit was all it took. The rest seeing that all knelt quickly. However, the Master already had taken note of who hesitated. They would receive their just do. I watched as the man we all call Master isn't very old or very ominously powerful looking. The Master of the AAA Inc. appeared to be a well-educated businessman type. He appeared to me to be more of an intellectual than a brute as one would imagine. However, he had not a hair out of order, clean neat manicured nails, teeth dainty white, with a salt and peppered hair combination that made him look handsome. He was tall but on the thinner side like a runner I would say on the side of error. He never once gave his name he merely announced Master. He spoke explaining why we were here and that we were to remain until our training was complete. When we are successfully completed from our training we can and will be brought back several times during our lives for retraining here at the AAA Inc. no exceptions. Now, stand on the line before you. We were inspected by the two women who at first merely stood up. The Master clapped twice and a loud speaker playing Lady Gaga, Show Me Your Teeth, began. The two women inspected our teeth, hair, and eyes looking at each of us. During the night several other's arrived. One scream turned into several. Some of the new arrivals were of different countries based on the languages and screams. All of us were trapped slaves in training. All of us were brought here to be placed on display and humiliated. All of us were to be the sexual gratification for someone else. We were to evolve and be reborn into a new mind or manipulated fantasy of another. I was no longer Naomi but I was to become another name for them. My Masters were to rename me and then train me. I became Jasmin twenty four hours after my abduction and rebirth. I learned my new name while I had a cock in my mouth, a dildo in my asshole, and my brother whispering in my ear how beautiful I looked while he finger fucked my sweet pussy to an orgasm. I didn't know that the cock in my hot sweet sexy mouth was that of my uncle but I didn't care either. I lost all inhibitions. I was merely a fuck doll. I changed my entire outlook in life. AAA INC. I figured I can enjoy the new fresh experience or fight it like some and wind up still succumbing to their Masters wishes. Shirley was being hammered by her sons and she admitted later that she completely loved it but that she would never give her son's the satisfaction of knowing or it pleasing her. Oh, they broke her day three as they were taking turns fucking her silly while causing her asshole to gape open so you could see inside her. I thought she was well fucked when finally one of her sons asked, "So Sapphire, do you enjoy being fucked? Do you love being your son's whore?" Sapphire was the obvious slave name they gave their mother. This is when finally she relented saying, "Yes fuck, God yes, I love the way you boys fuck your mother. Please sir, fuck me some more just like that." Both brother's high fived over their mother as they took turns shooting their loads onto her face and open mouth. I watched on as I was already three hours into my training session for this day. However, both my Masters were taking a break from torturing and training me. I learned a whole lot about myself truly. I learned that I could handle multiple partners at the very same time. I learned how difficult it is to breathe sometimes when a cock is in your throat and you are being hammered into your ass or pussy at the very same time. I understood that pain was as important in the process of learning as pleasure. The pain although excruciating, could be used because the actual pleasure outweighed the pain three to one which made the pain more bearable. I learned that spanking was delicious when done just perfect and the sting would reverberate to your clitoris causing a sweet sting which generated the orgasm to perfection if done properly. I watched the men as well being trained with a butt plug in their asshole keeping it stretched. The sister of one male slave who was named Perseus, wanted to be eaten every day using the butt plug and nipple clamps as her training tools of choice for her brother. She would also use a strap on dildo to fuck him in the ass hard before she decided to please him by allowing him to fuck her or she would go down on him. I carefully studied her methodology and learned quite a bit from her. I watched her tell him to stand straight and she would swat his cock with her open hand hard. She would back into his cock several times using her pussy to coat his wonderful eight inch thick cock. She would stop and then yell at him, "Perseus you had better not cum! I mean it get that out of your head. You cum when I tell you to." Then she would begin all over again. Perseus in this case was impressive because he endured. My brother used a riding crop, nipple clamps, butt plug, vibrators, dildos, and several other training methods on me. Between him and my uncle they really fucked me well kept me on track to being the perfect little slut slave. I remember having my nipples clamped and being whipped with the riding crop sweetly on my ass cheeks blistering red as I sucked my brother's cock concentrating on my technique without breaking contact. It was the single hardest training I received because it was very hard to continue to suck with your ass being on fire. Tears fell from my eyes because of the sweet sting and my brother's relentless thrusting hitting the back of my throat again and again. He would pinch my nose, grabbing the back of my head, and force his entire thick massive cock down my throat. I had strings dangling from my chin and bubbles of semen saliva mixed randomly falling to the cobblestone floor. Finally, my brother came flooding my mouth and throat with his semen then wiping his cock off in my hair. I, Jasmin, learned how to not choke and gag. I learned how to fuck six guys all at once using the various methods throughout my training as a pleasure doll. I went home and began my new life with my brother and uncle as their little sex doll. I went back to AAA Inc. on four more occasions for more advanced training as did many of the new found slaves. During the annual event of our first graduation there is a huge party in the meeting hall. I and several other slaves were placed in a circle hung onto poles or beams. We were knelt down on pillow cushions over the concrete basement floors. We were then blindfolded after being stripped naked. They played a sort of musical chairs around us slaves. Wherever the Masters stopped they had the opportunity to remove us to a private room and fuck us to their liking. I had gotten a man named Romero who was a ruthless Italian man with a fat nine inched cock. He loved forcing women and treating them like meat. I enjoyed being fucked roughly but had no idea if Romero would allow me to be relaxed for him. I remember he removed the blind fold pulling my hair and myself down to my knees in front of his fat juicy massive veined animal. I opened my mouth like a sexy little good whore slave that I was. Romero forcefully pushed his cock deep into my hot sexy mouth as I moaned approval of how he treated me. Slowly, Romero began fucking into my mouth with only half of his cock as he pulled my hair while he face fucked me. I remember being on the cold cement floor on my knees as this began. I remember too that I was being watched closely in the monitor by persons concerned with my obedience and discipline during my session. These monitors were to insure the pleasure of the guests. It was imperative that every guest of the AAA Inc. be given the same respect as that of the grand master. If a Master was too abusive with a slave to the point of damaging the slave, they would be no longer allowed to be a master and be discharged. I was the obedient little slave sucking and moaning on Romero's Italian fat cock as he was losing his solace. My mouth was ever so expertly sucking my Master's breathing changed and his thrusting became erratic into my soft sensuous juicy mouth. I felt as it were his grip tighten into my hair as he tried to jam his entire length into my throat. I managed to feel the very moment and flattened as best I could my throat. Romero's cock would then slip past my gag reflex beyond the point of no return. I felt his knees literally buckle as his load gave way. I began moaning and swallowing. I continued swallowing again and again. My Master released my hair sitting down on the queen sized bed that was in this room. I stayed on my knees. I was commanded to move by my Master when I was finished. I placed both my arms behind my head interlocking my fingers the way I was taught. I watched as my Master smiled big looking at me. I stayed stoic because although the actual act gave me pleasure to complete I was to remain neutral as a slave. I stayed in this position until I was commanded to move again with my arms behind my head fingers interlocked behind my head. Romero looked at me then asked, "Do you object to having your sweet sexy little body on display?" "Slave Jasmin is here to please her Master in whatever you desire sir." I felt my body quake because I was nervous with being put on public display. I have seen what happens to those slaves. They are treated like whore dung. I often wondered could I be one like them. I often wondered if I could send my mind elsewhere to endure the pain and pleasure mix in the central room. Romero was a classic Master who liked his slave's obedience to be displayed publically for a grandiose appearance. My brother and Uncle would be in the dining hall as well and possibly put Romero up to this fiasco. I decided to take whatever these assholes dished out. I would not break. I would be the best fucking slave at the AAA Inc. Literally; I would become the thing of legend, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes to life renewed. Upon my saying this things changed for me as Romero the Italian as he was called decided to give me a new experience in humility and rebirth. See evolving into something new was and still is a necessary evil to enhance my growth in his eyes. It is as a butterfly becomes from a larvae to a cocoon to a beautiful flying creature. It is not always calming but can be violent when it hatches. I remember in my mind I too was like this thing the butterfly so I could endure what was before me. I needed to be pleasing for others first not allowing my body to be selfish and to be self-pleasing. Romero whispered in my ear how beautiful I was and that no matter how dangerously close I felt to giving up that I should hold onto the experience for as long as I could. I was then blind folded and a butt plug with a tail was slid into my asshole. I had a ball gag placed in my mouth as my new Master slapped my tits raw and red. I felt the sting mind you throughout as my tears fell uncontrollably. I then felt a new sensation as my Master sucked the nipples so gently that I almost had an orgasm from just the gentle softness of his tongue surrounding my nipple. Romero explained to me with this whisper that he was going to give me a safe word before he took me to the main room for re-education. If I felt I could no longer handle the situation I was to immediately say the safe word. Romero would then come in and save me. He explained it was a matter of me trusting him. I shook my head up and down in acknowledgement of his explanation and blindfolded I was walked into the main dining hall. Just before entering Romero's voice explained for me to embrace every detail of being sightless. He explained, "Do not fear Jasmin. Listen to the world around you as a sightless being. Feel every new feeling like the climate change from room to room, the sounds of the people not in your immediate area but as far out as you can hear. Become like a bat with sonar. When another touches you or even has you as theirs remember the pleasure you bring them and how beautifully desired you are." The explanation did not go on deaf ears. No, Master Romero had a way of convincing a slave with merely his voice but I do not think I could have made it through without saying the safe word had it not been because of these last few words. My safe word was "monkey". The word "monkey" comes out of my mouth during the session I would be swept out immediately. I was walked into a room and I could hear conversations stop midsentence as I concentrated on every detail of this experience. I could hear women and men both complimenting my beauty. Romero made some announcement about me needing some attention "This slut must need satisfaction," he would say. He then undid my ball gag and said "Tell them what you need Jasmin?" I had to find my voice so I swallowed briefly and received a hard swat on my ass. I then yelped, "I need to be touched sir. I need to be fondled sir. I need to be fucked sir." I felt a swat on my tits and groping hands from more than one person as they inspected my tail and spit on my face. I felt the laughter of men and women with every sensation flooding into my head at once. Blindfolded still I felt the panic but remembered that I was the pleasure for other's first. I almost yelled "Monkey!" out of fear of the unknown but my curiosity and desire to be a butterfly stopped me. I then was placed on my knees in the middle of the room. I felt hands on my tits, my knees were spread, my clitoris was slapped hard, and my pussy fingered. I was evolving because after the pain the pleasure surely began. I felt fingers sliding expertly across my love button. I felt a cock at my lips and my hair being pulled with every fiber of my being coming to life. I felt the butt plug removed as I was made to bend at the waist while men took turns fucking my asshole and pussy. It was amazing a flood of emotional pain and pleasure. The differences were so complex with sensations that my own body could not distinguish from the two. I remember being forcefully face-fucked and gagging on this man's cock. Yet, I could feel the gentle pull of another man or woman's expert mouth on my clitoris and making me have an orgasm. The sensation of being spanked hard but then having my tits or nipples sucked and licked to a pleasure heightened degree of excellence. I was pounded by several great cocks. One was by my brother who spoke as he did me raw, hard, and perfect, slamming again and again into my softness before letting loose his deluge inside of me. I was so well satisfied that my muscles in my legs involuntarily shook from the orgasms I had on that day. I only thought to say the safe word once during this crazy ordeal. This thought occurred at the beginning because of my fear of the unknown. I was in the zone however, after my second orgasm no longer feeling every little detail of the pain or pleasure. The two were combined sweetly confusing my body and brain to succumb to the entirety of the experience. I remember when the blind fold was removed looking up and the cock I had in my mouth as that of my uncle who smiled delightfully as I was sucking his wonderful cock. I remember Romero smiling at me as two men was taking turns licking my pussy at the very moment as I was sucking, bobbing, and moaning. My uncle was in awe with his head thrown back and he was ejaculating into my hot sexy mouth. I felt a vibrator being shoved into my ass by a chubby yet, sexy red headed lady with huge tits and bright red lipstick. The pleasure was so intense and amazing that I never believed the orgasms I had while enjoying this miraculous night. I was aware of the sounds I made, every squeal, muffled cry, satisfied grunt, and sigh. The tastes of cock, semen, pussy, and ass as each member male or female made me their sex slave. I was in awe at how many there were there in the room. I remember it being so many people waiting their turn with me that Romero used a liquid lubricant or oil in my ass and pussy to keep me moist for the party. I do believe I was fucked by every man there and even three of the women using various toys or gadgets like strap-on dildos. I can remember being held up by two larger men and pounded by the ogre Hugo who had an enormous cock of almost eleven inches. He was freakishly huge but unusually he did not hurt me like I thought. The pleasure with his cock came in waves of heat. I remember thinking damn he is so good at fucking that I never want to go back to college or home even. It was amazing truly. The final ten minutes I was truly spit on, cum on, and cum in. I was every desire and fantasy for anyone in the room. I remember Romero announcing last call for anyone else. Nobody stepped up to claim any more desires of me. Three and a half hours after it all began I was taken to the shower by a collar and leash. I was then released in the shower by myself. I remember thinking I really made it. I was on wobbly legs, my asshole was sore, my pussy a little raw, my throat scratchy, and yet I had the most exciting orgasms in my young life. I felt liberated, alive even. I could not wait to go home now because I had evolved into something more. I had a secret that I wanted to shout about or share with others. I was this amazing slave girl that could handle being pounded, fingered, licked, sucked, eaten, displayed, and able to suck, anyone you put in front of me. I felt alive for the very first time in my life. The words Romero used were perfect. I felt evolved. AAA Inc. did this for me. I was given an honorary tattoo of the Alpha symbol then an x then a 3 in sequence to symbolize the triple A Inc. It was a small tramp stamp above my left ass cheek you guessed it colored in red and white outlined like the sign. It was brought to my attention what the tattoo meant as well. Being an Honorary slave I was to return to the AAA Inc. for life at least twice a year mandatory. If I was ever recognized by my tattoos by a Master who has the Omega sign tattooed on them somewhere. I am to obey even if I am with my family or spouse even not at the facility. They could watch or join in but I am a slave to be obedient at all times of any Master without question. I swore such an oath. I remember after that third experience at the club as I would call it I understood what being unselfish and a slave was all about. I walked around watching other students like the jocks, the nerds, the geeks, the intellectuals, the scholars, and the preps. Each one believing they had all the answers to life's biggest questions. Not one of them had a clue. I did though see I evolved coming to life while I was so much for everyone else at the club. I was complete and total pleasure truly for them all. I never sought my own self-worth or pleasure. I merely wanted to be a pleasure to others and I was. I walked around full of joy, happiness, with confidence I never had in my life. I remember my brother and uncle noticing a change in me and my sexual desires to allow them new things with me. I remember a football jock daring me to show him my tits in front of his buddies and I lifted my shirt and bra right then exposing myself. He was amazed because he said later, "Hey Girl, you know I was just joking right? I was just trying to be big in front of my friends but you do have a nice rack." I smiled saying, "I am Jasmin by the way. That's too bad you were just joking. I would have done so much more for you if you would have just asked me. Now we'll never know now will we?" I grabbed under his chin puckering his lips up as I squeezed and my lips were red with my lipstick and dangerously close to his as I said this. He leaned up as if he wanted me to kiss him. It was so cute because of his cute puppy dog brown eyes. I kissed his nose, spun around in my plaid mini skirt with white stockings and walked away. He called out to me, "Jasmin, the names Zack by the way." I turned around briefly then smiled back at him, "Zack one lesson in life sir. If you want something you have to pursue it and not just let it walk away. How else would you ever get laid? Pursue the things you want in life Zack that's important understand." I spun around again and kept walking towards my dorm and as I reached my dorm steps I felt a tap on my shoulder. Zack was standing there out of breath from running over to me. I smiled, "I thought you football players were in such good shape?" Zack rolled his eyes then said, "Give me a break I just ran as fast as I could to catch you before I lost you forever." It was this thought that I felt was sexy as hell. Zack thought I was his forever girl. That being said I was his girl for whenever or whatever. It was his pursuit and his selfless statement which turned me on so much about him. I remember once after he finished fucking me exquisitely doggy style that he asked about my tattoo. I explained that it was done a long time ago but I lied. He asked if I would sign some papers to join an elite club. I looked into his eyes and I understood he knew what I was. A slave forever branded by the AAA Inc. I then said, "Zack I am sorry I lied to you but I figured you would never understand. I am what I am there but I have fallen for you. I don't expect you to understand." Zack smiled, "I understand totally. I just was wondering who in your family decided this fate for you." I was shocked he knew everything then I came clean, "My Uncle and brother both wanted this life for me. Every time I go home I am stolen away by one or the other and sometimes both depending. It isn't something I can help it is my lifestyle forever. I don't expect you to understand and I won't blame you if you no longer want me as your girlfriend anymore." He laughed then said, "On the contrary, I have two sisters and my mother with that same tattoo. I am their Master along with my Dad. I think it's hot that you told me the truth and desire to stay with me. Now we will all return to the triple A." He showed me his Omega sign on his right side of his chest tattooed proudly like a badge of honor. Three weeks went by and it was family day at the AAA Inc. for members only. My body was not my own as Zack and his delicious Father took turns fucking me insatiably. I was feeling every sweet delectable thrust into my sweet hot wet moistness as I heard his father saying how he needed to marry this sweet cunt. He was talking about me as if I wasn't there as he pounded into me deliciously. I felt my man Zack pulling my hair and head around to suck his massive man meat. I licked my lips before devouring his sweet cock as I felt the heat building inside my hot pussy. I heard my brother and uncle enjoying Zack's mother and sister's. I remember hearing Romero enter the room bringing other men to the meat fest. I had an amazing wonderful fucking and seriously was fucked airtight three times by the men during the week of festivities. AAA INC. I hated it when the family fiesta was over. I was relaxed, drained, stuffed to perfection, and pounded perfectly. I truly enjoyed eating Pandora {not her real name but her slave name} it was Zack's sister. My goodness she was so delicious tasting. I loved being spanked while being fucked hard in the ass by Master Romero while I was being throat fucked by my brother. Every sensation, every fantasy, every crazy combination one could dream up happened on this wild weekend to include all the women forming a daisy chain of oral copulation during one part of the session. I also even sought out Hugo's massive cock once more and he fucked me while Zack watched proudly. I know I am a slave and property of the AAA Inc. I absolutely love the parties and as an honorary member I never have to pay dues. I have already paid them according to the Master of it all, Overlord so to speak. I have my tattoo that gives me access anytime I want to go. I schedule a visit with Zack once or twice a year depending on our schedule. I can say truly I love it here in the AAA Inc. so many fun things to see and do. I just gave you a mere taste of what it really is like. All I can say is if your brother, father, or significant male figure in your life gives you a paper to sign saying it is an elite exclusive club, look at the symbols because it will have the symbol of Alpha then a multiplication symbol then the number three in the lower right hand corner. Don't say I didn't warn you. If you like orgasms baby, sign it as soon as possible is all I can say. Talk to you later baby my Master is calling I think it's cloudy with a chance of semen. The End AAA it Ain't I had two weeks of vacation and planned to enjoy my time off with a canoe trip through Minnesota's Boundary Waters. My girlfriend couldn't get away from work, so I was on my own. I loaded the truck with my fishing gear, tied the canoe on top and left Portland late Sunday night. By Monday afternoon, I was flying down State Highway 20 in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere, South Dakota, only six hours from my destination when my engine overheated. Pulling to the shoulder, I cussed my rotten luck as I jacked open the hood. Shit! I had dropped a belt and I didn't have a spare on me. Out here my cell phone was useless, so I hunkered down and waited for another vehicle to pass. On the desolate strip of black top, it took nearly an hour before an Eighteen-wheeler came barreling down the road. I flagged the big truck down, noting the California plates on the rig. It was a moving van with one of those big trucker cabs that doubles as a rolling condo. "What's up buddy?" the driver enquired, staring down from his massive rig. "Threw a belt," I replied disgustedly. "Could you give me a ride to the next town?" I hate the idea of hitchhiking, especially with all the freaks around these days, but I was shit out of options. "Sure, climb up." "My name's Will," I offered, extending my hand to the trucker. "Dave," responded the driver as his giant hand engulfed mine. He geared the big rig back up to speed, concentrating on the road ahead. Dave was a big guy. He wore a wife-beater that showed his rippling biceps, covered with tattoos. His face was deeply lined and tanned, a bushy goatee framing his mouth. Hard to tell sitting, but he was probably 6'5" and had to weigh 250 pounds, all of it muscle. "Nice rig," I offered. "Thanks," he replied. Not much of a talker, but who was I to argue. I found a map in the overhead console and spread it open. "Looks like Bison is the next town, maybe 60 miles," I noted. "Yep," Dave replied, as he drove on stoically. Giving up on conversation, I was watching the parched prairie fly by when a new voice startled me, "Hey Dave, what do we have here? A fresh piece of meat?" I turned to find a second guy's head poked through the curtain that separated the cab from the condo. He was shirtless, looking disheveled as if he had just woken up. His breath smelled of stale beer and cigarettes, his eyes bloodshot, as he looked me up and down. "Guy broke down," Dave replied. "That sucks dude," the stranger whistled. "Out here in the middle of nowhere with nobody around to help." "I'm Will," introducing myself to the new guy, a tinge of uncertainty in my voice. "Willing to what?" the guy laughed. "I'm Dave's driving partner, Carl." "So you guys split the driving?" I enquired. "That among other things," Carl chuckled. "Hey Davey, you thinking what I'm thinking?" Carl continued mischievously. "Hell yes!" Dave replied, the first emotion I had noted in his deadpan delivery. Carl threw back the curtain to the condo cab, revealing the dark interior. Carl was reclining on a large platform bed, clad only in a dirty jock strap and a pair of hiking boots, a large bulge forming in his pouch. "Welcome to Casa Carl," he joked as he rubbed his pecker through the jock's material. Carl was built like a Mack truck. His hairy chest was huge, tapering down to a slim waist. He was also well over 6 feet tall, muscled head to toe. His nipples were pierced and he had several days' growth on his rough face. I didn't at all like the way he was looking at me. "Hey guys, maybe you can just drop me off here?" I stuttered. Carl and Dave broke into deep laughter, "No, we are gonna take good care of you, little buddy," Carl replied. "But before we can help you, we need you to help us," Dave interjected, becoming more animated. "Yea, don't you think one good turn deserves another?" Carl croaked wryly. "You didn't think this was a free ride, didya? What do we look like, the Triple fucking A?" This was fucked up. I wasn't into any Deliverance style pig squealing. I was praying these guys were just jerking my chain. I am fairly athletic, but at 5'10" and 175 dripping wet, these guys outweighed me by 75 pounds each. Plus we were still barreling down the highway at 80 miles per hour. "Why don't you take off your shirt and relax?" Carl coaxed. "No thanks, I'm fine…." Carl leaned into the cab, cutting me off as he pulled a knife from the console placing it roughly against my neck. "I said take off your shirt and make yourself comfortable!" Taking a deep breath, I pulled off my shirt, trying to remain calm. "He's cut, Davey," Carl cooed. "Good scouting, partner." Carl leaned back on the cab's bed and fiddled with some dials on a wall panel. Lights came on in the condo and two television screens blinked to life. Each screen showed different angles of the trucks condo, Carl spread out beneath the lights squeezing his dick through his jockstrap. These fuckers had the condo wired for video production, their own rolling porn studio. "I'm gonna enjoy reliving this 'rescue' in living color," Carl barked. "If his ass is half as tight as his abs, I think we are in for a treat, Davey boy" How the fuck was I gonna get out of this? It was a goddamn nightmare come true. These horny truck-driving perverts were planning to rape my virgin ass and for posterity, capture it on video. "Look guys…" I began. "Shut the fuck up, city boy," Carl ordered. "You be a good little piece of ass and you won't get hurt; well we won't hurt you too bad. Now take off those shorts and shoes." I thought about jumping from the truck, but even if I survived the fall, I was still stranded out here in the middle of nowhere, these two turds hot on my tail. "Now!" Carl commanded, brandishing the knife again. I slowly removed my shoes and socks. Rising out of the seat, I peeled my shorts off, amazed to find my dick semi-erect. "Lookee there partner," Carl chuckled, "His mind says no but his dick is thinking otherwise. I think this little faggot's gonna enjoy this." Dave reached over and picked up my t-shirt and shorts, throwing them out the open window, "You're ours now boy, don't get no funny ideas." As I reached too late for my discarded clothes, Dave grabbed me roughly by the wrist. With one hand still on the steering wheel, he forced my hand down to his crotch, guiding me to the giant bulge in his Levis. "That's for you, pumpkin," Dave snarled as my hand closed around the lead pipe running down the inside of his thigh. Holy fucking shit, I thought! That cock can't be real. It felt like a damn baseball bat. Wrestling my hand free, I looked up at Dave, a look of fear and confusion on my face. Reading my mind he grinned, "It's real alright; and it's got your name all over it." My mind was spinning. These two thugs meant business and the business they were in was not good for my health. "Why don't you crawl back her, Willy?" Carl began, "I got something to show you." He yanked his jock aside, his growing erection springing into view. "Oh shit," I exclaimed, as his big cock was freed. It was already 9-inches long and still growing. Dark like its owner, the head was still partially hidden beneath his uncut foreskin. His balls were extremely hairy, and hung very low. He slowly jerked his hardening tool, revealing a big red plum-sized knob, a silver ring pierced through his piss slit. "I think he likes it," Dave cackled as he slowed the rig, turning off on a small dirt road heading into the gently rolling hills. "Get back here, boy," Carl ordered, "And bury your head in my lap." With the highway disappearing over the horizon behind us, I was helpless. I was going to have to make the most of this, praying these dirt bags were just rapist and not murderers. Nude, I crawled into the condo, watching my naked body appear on the two TV screens. "I gotta tell you boy," Carl began, "I prefer little fillies to faggot boys, but a mouth is a mouth. You be a good little cocksucking bitch, and I might even use some lube before I rape your tight man-cunt." The idea of taking his dirty cock in my mouth was disgusting. But the thought of his huge missile raping my virgin ass was horrifying. "You have sucked dick before, haven't you, you little queer?" Carl questioned. "No way!" I answered. "I've got a girlfriend and I'm straight." As he presented his cock to my lips he advised, "Well just imagine you are your girlfriend and I am you. I know it's a stretch, my cock being so much bigger than yours, but you get the idea." He was right. I have a respectable seven-inch cock, more than most girls can throat, but his cock was a marvel of manhood. Fully erect now, it had to be ten-inches long, not much thicker than my shaft but with a bulbous, angry head teetering viciously on the end of his tool. The air brakes screeched as the rig came to a stop. As I hesitated, my mouth just inches from Carl's dick, he took full control. Smack! He spanked my face hard with his stiff dick, "Suck it bitch, what are you waiting for?" I licked the tip of his dick, getting my first taste of cock, a generous dribble of pre-cum coating my tongue. Swallowing, I wasn't repulsed by the salty sweetness of his jizz and bravely took the knob of his monster in my mouth. "That's it bitch," Carl murmured, "I'll teach you to suck cock." I firmly grabbed his turgid member, stroking his tool as I knelt over his crotch. Saliva from my mouth mixed with his pre-cum to lube his piston, as I jerked his nasty cock. Viciously, the trucker thrust his hips up, forcing several inches of his cock down my untrained throat. I immediately gagged trying to lift my head off his impaling boner. Carl firmly grasped my head, not allowing me to extricate his shaft from my throat. I thought I was going to choke to death as my eyes watered and I fought back the urge to puke. Letting go of my head, Carl laughed loudly as I spit his dick from my throat, coughing and gagging, "Not bad, faggot. You got about two-thirds of it down there. But I think you can do better. And watch those fucking teeth!" Strangely, I thought I could do better too. I had seen chicks in pornos throat dicks this big. Why couldn't I? Maybe if I could please him with my mouth, he would spare my virgin ass. As I struggled to regain my breathing, I licked up and down his big ice cream cone, lubing the entire shaft with my saliva, eager not to piss this big fucker off. I was going to need all the lube I could to work his monster back down my throat. "Don't forget my balls, Sally," Carl ordered. Tentatively, I squeezed his large nuts, feeling the hot boiling jizz gurgling inside his sack. "Suck them," he commanded. I took each ball in my mouth, his sweat tasting salty and dirty. I nibbled each nut as I continued to stroke his towering cock. "Suck my cock, again," he continued. As I lowered my mouth back down on his treacherous shaft, I felt a pair of hands grasp my exposed butt. Dave spread my cheeks and I felt his tongue rimming my puckered hole. I had once talked a drunken girlfriend into rimming my ass. She thought it was gross and we broke-up shortly there after. But I had loved every minute of it. As I fought my gag reflex, I worked my throat down on Carl's swollen member, getting another inch beyond my previous high water mark, the pierced ring of his knob rubbing against the back of my stretched throat. Dave continued to eat my ass, his talented tongue fucking my sphincter, causing waves of never before felt pleasure to radiate through my body. The picture on the video screen of that big ugly trucker burying his tongue up my ass made me sick to my stomach, but my ass was twitching and loving every minute of it. I could see Dave had stripped down as well, but with Carl's cock buried down my throat, I couldn't maneuver to see Dave's package. "This fucker's got some talent," Carl whistled. "A couple more tries and I'll be tickling his nose with my pubes." Pulling his cock from my mouth he asked, "You like sucking that big cock, don't you bitch?" Slow to respond, Carl slapped my face repeatedly with his dick. "I can't hear you?" "Yes sir," I responded. "I like sucking your big dick." "Tell me more, faggot!" Carl ordered. I didn't really know what to say. I feared for my life, raped by two huge truckers, stranded in the middle of nowhere, without hope of rescue. Slapping my face with his angry dick, Carl bellowed, "Beg for my dick, cocksucker!" Dave reached between my legs and squeezed my exposed balls tightly, a sickening feeling racing through my body, "Beg for it douche bag." "I wanna suck your huge cock," I grunted. "Please fuck my face with your giant boner." "That's better, sissy," Carl moaned as he pushed my head back down on his erection. As I worked his tool down my throat, he thrust up violently, forcing another couple inches down my throat, only an inch of his fat shaft still exposed. My eyes bulged as I struggled to breath through my nose, his cock blocking my windpipe. "That's it bitch, suck my cock," Carl groaned. "Hey Dave, I think I can get my whole rod down this fucker's pie hole, but not in this position." Withdrawing his dick from my aching mouth, Carl ordered me back into the front seat, "Lay down across the front bench, with your head hanging off the seat, out the open door. Cross your arms behind your back." As I followed his orders, Carl climbed out on the running boards, his voracious cock glistening in the afternoon sun. "Lean your head back and open your throat," he commanded, "I'm gonna fuck that hot throat of yours like a pussy." As I tilted my head back, I noticed Dave had grabbed a hand-held video camera and was shooting the new scene. Carl grabbed the trucks roof and thrust his boner towards my open mouth. I jacked open my jaw, relaxed my throat, and tilted my head way back, creating a long straight path down my throat for Carl's horny pipe. Almost immediately, I felt his sweaty nutsack against my forehead, his cock stuffed fully down my open hole, "Hey Davey, check it out. This little faggot is deep throating my whole dick. And look how hard his little dick is!" Carl withdrew his pecker and started to fuck my face with deep, powerful strokes, his nuts bouncing off my forehead, "Keep my cock lubed with your tongue, I'd hate to get it stuck down your throat," Carl chuckled. As Carl assaulted my face, I felt Dave lift my ass off the front bench and place a pillow under me. With my ass raised off the seat, he raised my legs up on his broad shoulders, pinning them to his chest with his strong arm, my puckered hole open for his inspection. I felt a large solid object press against my recently rimmed bunghole, but with Carl buried down my throat, my arms pinned beneath me, and Dave's strong grip on my legs, I was helpless. "You're in for a treat now," Carl bellowed as he relentlessly pounded my sore throat. "Women go nuts for Dave's big fuckstick." I struggled, squirming my ass from side to side as Dave leaned his weight against my virgin sphincter. "Relax fuckbucket," Dave ordered as he squeezed my swollen nuts, "You ain't goin' nowhere. The more you struggle, the more its gonna hurt." With an audible pop, his dickhead speared my cherry. The pain was searing. It felt like I was passing a kidney stone, only the fucker was working its way upstream. "Damn that's a tight hole," Dave sighed. "You better relax your sphincter or I'm gonna do some permanent damage." Realizing the futility of my struggles, I tried to relax, accepting the inevitable. Dave continued feeding his trucker dick up my ass, inch by painful inch. I was starting to wish I had jumped from the speeding truck, at least it would have been over quickly. Every couple of inches he stopped, my prayers that he had run out of cock eventually shattered as he inched his way forward again. I tried to scream, but my throat was stuffed with Carl's smelly dick. He was keeping several inches rammed down my throat as he fucked me with short, slow strokes. Carl reached inside the cab, pinching my exposed nipples roughly, adding further to my discomfort. I was nothing but a rag doll, suspended between two horny boners as they had their way with my poor body. At last, I felt Dave's balls against my tender ass, his endless cock buried to the hilt in my backdoor. "Damn, Carl," Dave moaned, "He took my entire cock us his virgin shitter. This guy does have some talent." "You like Dave's big rod buried up your butt, don't you faggot," Carl snarled. Reaching down, he roughly jerked my hard dick, thumping my sensitive head abusively. Unable to answer, I tried to nod my head yes, fearful of any further reprisals. Dave slowly withdrew his cock from my ass, a loud hiss escaping as he uncorked my stuffed rear. Before the burning could subside, he again positioned his knob at my hole, this time penetrating my newly stretched ass with one deep, powerful stroke. He repeated this several times, my ass only slowly acclimating to his huge tool, the pain subsiding minutely with each violation. As my hole adjusted to his girth, Dave picked up the pace, fucking me with long deep strokes, his balls bouncing off my ass, his knob no longer uncorking my hole with each withdrawal. Carl finally pulled his shiny cock from my raw throat. Expecting a scream, I was surprised when a long sigh escaped my mouth, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." "You did it partner," Carl cackled, "You converted another one." I was confused. I was being brutally raped, and though my mind was repulsed, my body had taken over; and was loving it. Free of Carl's grip, I actually found my body leaning into each of Dave's powerful strokes, wanting to feel his balls slapping my ass. "Fuck my virgin butt," I moaned, unable to control my own mouth. "Rip me open with your big, powerful cock. Oh my god, it hurts so fucking good." Carl let out a loud, "Yee-fucking-haw," as he reinserted his boner back down my throat. The men found a violent rhythm and fucked my abused body with a reckless passion. The pain slowly disappeared, and I felt a hunger for these massive pieces of man-meat. As Carl leaked pre-cum down my throat, I thirsted to taste his salty jizz. "I wanna ride this piece of man-pussy from behind," Dave snarled, his balls thumping off my butt. He slowed his pace and withdrew his fudge packer. As my ass attempted to adjust, I longed for his pole to be planted back in my hole. "Don't stop," I begged, "I need your fat cock buried in my shitter." What the hell was happening to me? Both truckers laughed as they climbed down off the truck. "Then get your ass down here, on your fucking hands and knees," Dave ordered. As I crawled between the two truckers, I got my first good look at Dave's dick. It was huge; maybe an inch longer than Carl's, and considerably thicker. It was milky white in color, contrasted against his deeply tanned skin, with a slight upward curve as it snaked from his ripped body. He wore a large steel cock ring, his pubes shaved clean. I reached up to touch his magnificent wand, my fingers not closing around his massive girth. "Go ahead faggot, taste your own ass juice on my butt spear," Dave teased. I couldn't resist, I opened my mouth and swallowed a few inches of his turd burglar. His cock pulsed in my mouth. "Down on all fours, queerbate," Dave ordered. "I intend to pop my load down your shitter." Reluctantly, I released my hold on his impressive member, dropping onto all fours, the rocks and dirt biting into my exposed knees. "Grab that video camera, Carl," Dave motioned, "I want to film my dick splitting this fucker in two." Carl manned the video as he positioned himself at my face, his ten-inches poised to finish fucking my tender throat. AAA it Ain't "Action," he yelled, pointing the lens at my exposed ass as Dave's angry dick made a beeline for my exposed hole. Within seconds, I was again impaled on two fat, dirty cocks, each trucker fucking me like a pincushion. "Fuck me studs," I mumbled around the cock stuffed in my mouth. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh, yessssssss! Ball me like a fucking slut." Each trucker became more vocal as they continued to pummel my mouth and ass, working to climax. "Swallow my cock, you little bitch!" "Your man-cunt is so tight!" "I'm gonna pop a huge load down your gullet!" "I'm gonna cum deep in your bowels!" I felt each cock swell as the truckers reached nirvana. Carl let out a spine-curling scream as he unloaded a gallon of hot sticky cream down my throat. I choked down several gulps, pulling his dick from my aching mouth to jerk his final few spurts on my face. "Fuck yes!" Dave growled, as he unloaded a massive load deep in my ass. I could feel the violent force as his cock shot spurt after spurt up my ravaged hole. Uncontrollably, my ignored dick erupted too, shooting a spastic load on the ground beneath my ravaged body. Withdrawing his dick, he jerked several final shots across my ass and back as I collapsed on the ground, into a pool of my own spooge, too weak to stay upright. "Throw him in the cab," Dave ordered, as he wiped his dick clean using my hair as a towel. "The least we could do is drop him in the next town." "Yea," Carl sighed, "He was one fantastic fuck. I can't wait to watch it on video." Too spent to talk, cum leaking from my mouth and ass, drying on my face, hair and back, my ass raw and my jaw aching, I could only mutter, "Thanks," as they dropped me naked at the city limits of the next shit-hole little town.