Slowly regaining consciousness, Jo was confused. Why was it so dark, and why couldn't she move? Struggling slightly, she realized her jaw hurt as well. Not only did it hurt, but there was also what felt like a racquetball stuffed in there. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but couldn't. Something was holding it in. Panic started to sweep over the young woman, what the hell was going on? She struggled with her arms, wanting to remove whatever was covering her eyes, but her hands were restrained behind her back. She tried to move her legs, but they were restrained as well.

Jo was laying on her side, her wrists, ankles, and knees lashed together with some rope, a blindfold covering her eyes, and a leather strap around her head holding a rubber ball in her mouth. When she finally realized all this, she began struggling furiously. She screamed as best she could, but her throat was parched. She felt like she was being suffocated slowly with that damn ball. It wasn't before the vehicle she was in crossed a set of poorly maintained railroad tracks and she was tossed to the floor amidst her struggles that she realized she was in a vehicle in the first place.

"Ah, I see you're awake," a deep, gravely voice said from the front seat. Jo froze. It can't be the same guy, she told herself. Trying to mumble through the rubber ball, she found she couldn't even understand herself when she asked what he wanted with her. She needn't have wasted her energy, however. The man was way ahead of her.

"You're going to regret slapping me back there, you little bitch. Nobody treats me like that and gets away with it." Jo tried to turn her head towards the voice, but it was stiff and very sore from where she had hit it on the rock. Fear mixed with regret as she realized that if she hadn't been so concerned about saving a couple of bucks, she could be home by now, or at least close. Now, she didn't know if she'd ever make it back to her parent's, or her own life in general. Gently she set her head down on the cool carpeted floor, and tried her best to ignore her numbed hands and feet.

It wasn't long before the truck pulled over and started running on idle. She could hear the unbuckling of a seatbelt, but she wasn't prepared when she was picked up by her arms which were tied behind her and tossed back onto what she realized was the bunk. Jo desperately tried to see something, anything through her blindfold, but it was useless. The guy had known what he was doing when he tied her up, and she was totally helpless.

Laying there shivering, from fear this time instead of the cold, Jo was pulled up to sit on the edge of the bunk. She felt hands at the back of her head. The leather strap was removed, and fingers reached inside her mouth to pull out the rubber ball that was lodged there. Jo tried to close her mouth, but quickly realized how much pain she was in. Her jaw ached, from being forced open. She didn't try to talk at all, for she feared what this man would do to her if she did.

"Sit still, bitch, don't move or talk from now on without my permission." Jo knew he meant business, and so sat as still as she could. "You humiliated me back there with my buddies. Do you know what I do to little sluts like you who humiliate me? You think you're so much better than I am with your expensive clothes and your pretty jewelry. Well without men like me you wouldn't have any of that shit. Your clothes get to the store because my truck brings it. Your gold earrings and pearls get to the store because my buddies' trucks haul it there. You need to treat us with respect!"

For emphasis the trucker slapped Jo across the cheek hard enough to slam her into the side of the cab. Crying out in pain, she could do nothing to fight back so she just lay there sobbing. She was quickly pulled back into the center of the bed and she tried her best to sit straight and not provoke anything worse.

"You fucking cunt, you're still trying to act like you're better than me! Well when I'm done with you, you'll know better." His words sent new shivers down her spine, and she only briefly had to wonder what he meant.

Reaching into his back pocket, the man pulled out a switchblade and snapped it open. He quickly shredded Jo's fine silk blouse and skirt, and her panties and bra followed right behind. The knife then moved down to the ropes that tied her knees together, and sliced them free. Her ankles were released as well. Snapping the blade into it's home, he tossed it on the floor, and shoved Jo on her back so she was lying painfully on her arms. The man wasn't very concerned with her comfort, however, as he unzipped his pants and released a very aroused cock for Jo to contemplate.

Jo let out an audible gasp when she saw the dick presented to her. For one, it was huge, or at least it was to Jo. The only penis she had any exposure to before belonged to her very conservative boyfriend, and she had to beg to get that far with him. This was the first erect cock Jo had ever seen in her 23 years. And secondly, she realized that he intended to use it, and that terrified her. The trucker only smiled. As he kneeled over her torso he pulled her roughly up by her arms so she was in a sitting position.

"Open your mouth," he ordered. Shaking her head in fear and not really comprehending what he was saying to her, Jo disobeyed. This only served to infuriate the man. Grabbing her jaw, he pried it open, and before Jo had a chance to close it again, he shoved his cock in her mouth. "Now suck, and suck good."

Jo didn't know what she could do besides as he said, so she tried to suck on the large obstruction now occupying her mouth. It was difficult, though, and she slobbered more than she did anything useful. Growling at her incompetence, the trucker pulled out and slapped her. Crying, Jo looked up into the furious eyes of the man straddling her legs. Again he backhanded her, harder this time, and she cried harder. Jo let out a yelp as he smacked her a third time, and finally opened her mouth on her own. If this is what it would take for him to feel like he had gotten his pride back, so be it.

Tentatively at first, and then with more confidence, Jo tried taking his dick in her mouth a little at a time. It was nearly more than she could handle, and she tried hard not to bite it, scared of the man's wrath. She took in more until she had about half in her mouth, but she couldn't take any more without gagging. Hoping that it would be good enough, she continued only sucking and licking part of the truckers manhood, until finally he forced her to take more. Gripping the back of her head, he shoved as hard as he could, and his prick slid all the way down her throat.

Jo panicked, she couldn't breathe, she was gagging, and she couldn't force the foreign object out of her mouth with her tongue. She tried to swallow, but couldn't quite manage. Her legs kicked in desperation, and she tried to move her body away from behind her attacker, but it was useless. Finally, he drew out partially and she gasped for air, through her nose just before he slammed back into her throat. She wasn't as panicky this time, and he pulled out again so she could breathe. The trucker kept slamming into her throat and pulling out, never quite all the way and never enough so she could get away.

Soon, his pace quickened, and Jo could hear the man moaning under his breath. His balls were slamming against her chin, making little slapping noises, and Jo just tried to keep her breathing rhythmic so she could breathe. He rammed her throat harder and faster, pulling all the way out before he slammed in again, until finally he shoved home one last time and stayed there, jerking hot fluid directly down Jo's throat. She didn't have much choice but to swallow it, and she couldn't really taste it, for which she was grateful. But she started to panic and struggle again when he didn't pull out right away, which just excited the trucker more. Her swallowing movements massaged the last of the cum out of his spent member, and finally, when Jo thought she would mercifully pass out, he removed himself from her mouth.

Jo gasped in huge, ragged breaths and started to cough. Some of the man's cum had gone down the wrong tube at first, and he stood there while the naked woman in front of him gagged, coughed, and gulped lungfulls of air, all at the same time. He let her, and stood back to evaluate the bitch that had caused him to lose face. She was attractive, with long brown hair and hazel green eyes. Her legs were shapely, and her breasts were still perky and hadn't begun to sag with age. For that he was grateful, because Jack McBannon was a breast man. He planned to take full advantage of those in just a bit, as soon as he was hard again.

Jack realized that this girl was very concerned about appearances, and the situation as she stared at him in terror. She knew he wasn't done with her, but as soon as he was she was going to run to the authorities and turn him in. He knew it and somewhere, she knew it too. Perhaps it was time to change his approach. Perhaps it was time to see how susceptible she was to manipulation.