Watching Jack watching her after she finally caught her breath and was able to sit still again, Jo realized that something had changed about her tormentor. There wasn't as much malice in his eyes anymore, and Jo hoped that he was thinking about just letting her go. She realized that wasn't the case as he finished removing his clothes. As he took off his shirt Jo couldn't help but notice the muscular form that had been hidden behind it. Had she not been in this situation right now, she would have been flirting with him to get his attention. Instead, she already had his full attention, and not in the way she would have liked.
Jack crawled back up on the bunk, and pushed Jo into a reclining position again. He wasn't gentle about it, but this time he wasn't as rough, either. Moving his head down to her chest, he began licking and sucking on her right breast. It wasn't long before Jo's body betrayed her and her nipple became erect. She hated that she was aroused by his suddenly tender ministrations, and she tried her best not to let any sound escape her lips. Suddenly she yelped as Jack bit her nipple roughly. Glaring at her with her nipple still between his teeth, however, Jo vowed not to make another sound as long as she could bear it.
Moving to her other breast with his mouth, Jack caressed her left breast with his mouth and tongue while his hand moved back to her other nipple, gently twisting and teasing it back to erection. It didn't take long, and he laughed to himself about how fucking easy this girl was; despite her expensive clothes and haughty attitude, she was a fucking whore at heart, ready for the slightest arousal.
Jo was having a hard time not making her pleasure audible. This was the first time a man had really paid attention to her and her needs, and she almost forgot that she was still this man's prisoner with her hands tied uncomfortably behind her back. He licked and sucked gently at her now thoroughly excited nipples, and didn't repeat his previous bite. Only occasionally did his teeth scrape hard enough to hurt, or did his manual twisting and pulling ever cause pain. Jo was definitely getting aroused, and desperately wanted him to move on to something more substantial than her breasts.
Jack could tell. The bitch was subtly twisting and squirming, and her legs were closed tightly trying to get some stimulation from each other as she tried not to let on that she was aroused. He knew she would be easy to manipulate, and from now on out, he was in the clear.
"So you like that, huh?" he asked in a whisper. Jo's eyes shot open, and she shook her head no slightly, but in her head she creamed yes. Jack didn't need her to answer, though, he knew she was enjoying herself. Slowly, he moved down her neck and chest, then stomach, planting small kisses and strategically placed licks, arousing her more, until he reached the girls nearly hairless snatch.
Jack actually heard Jo gasp as he dove his tongue straight for her clit. He could taste her juices, and realized that she was more of a slut than he previously thought. The goddamn cunt is already wet! Oh fuck, this is going to be easy! He drove his stiffened tongue into her pussy, fucking her with it for a moment as Jo's moans grew louder. Then he went back and flicked her clit with his tongue as two fingers took it's place playing with her pussy lips. Pushing them inside, he realized she was a virgin. Oh yeah, baby, this is gonna be something you'll never forget.
Abruptly sitting up, Jo let a loud moan of disappointment escape her lips. As soon as she heard herself, her eyes snapped open, and she realized that her tormenter had heard her. She stared into his eyes, frightened that he would suddenly turn cruel again, but her guard slipped when she saw what she thought was desire in his eyes. As he closed his eyes and moved in to kiss her, she gave up her struggles and gave into her own desire. This guy had gotten her hotter than any man had previously even attempted to, and she had to see it through.
While their lips were locked in a passionate kiss, their tongues battling it out in their joined mouths, Jack pulled Jo onto his lap. When she was finally straddling his legs, he reached behind her and untied her wrists. Instead of pulling away, she reached around his neck and clung to his muscled torso and pressed her dripping wet pussy onto his manhood which was again swollen with lust. He engulfed her in his grip as well, and the two spent quite a bit of time with their lips locked together.
Finally, Jo moved as if to impale herself on his hard cock, unable to wait any longer to be filled with the instrument which had just moments ago raped her mouth. Reason had abandoned her, and she only needed the satisfaction that the thick cock could give her. But before she even came close, firm hands on her hips stopped her short of her goal.
"Tell me you want it," Jack said in a hoarse whisper. "Tell me you need my thick cock in your sopping wet pussy, or you won't get any satisfaction, only pain." Jo's eyes opened wider as she tried to decide if he was serious, but she quickly realized that he was. Taking a deep breath and swallowing, she closed her eyes again.
"I-I can't," she said quietly. She tried to move away, forgetting that he was the one who called the shots, and his iron grip around her hips stopped her.
"Say it!" Jacks voice was a roar, and Jo winced and started to cry again in fear and out of embarassment. Sniffling, she tried again.
"I need your cock," Jo whispered. Jack reached up and began to play with a nipple with his fingers, teasing it's erect form and sending shivers of pleasure through Jo's quivering body. Her courage strengthened, and her voice grew stronger. "I need that hard prick in my pussy before I go crazy." Jack's other hand moved down to her snatch. His thumb played with her clit as his index and middle finger lazily stretched inside her and started finger fucking her lightly. Her cunt was on fire, she felt sparks shooting everywhere throughout her bones, and she thought that she would explode if she wasn't filled soon. Finally her resolve broke, and Jo moaned loudly. "Oh God, please, make love to me now!" Jack needed no further confessions, and he shoved the girl off of his lap and towered over her.
Smiling with only a hint of malice, Jack slowly entered the girls unused vagina. As he pressed against her hymen, he looked deep into her eyes, as if to warn her of the pain, and Jo was prepared. She hardly remembered the pain of the forced blowjob only moments before, and this pain was of an entirely different sort. Jack's momentum slowly built as Jo's moans and his became louder and louder. He leaned his head down and suckled the girls pert breasts one more time, and that sent her over the edge. Again, Jo screamed that day, but this was in ecstacy. She thrust up to meet Jack's thrusts, hardly unable to bear the waves of pleasure that washed over her again and again. Finally her orgasm subsided, and Jo fell back against the bed in exaustion.
Jack removed his still hard cock from Jo, and slumped on top of her as if he was tired as well. Forgetting her position, she reached up and began to play with the truckers hair. She thought it was suprising that it was so soft, even though she didn't know why it suprised her. Finally, he raised his head to look at the girl who had just had her first mind-blowing orgasm.
"Did you like it?" Jo nodded. She couldn't really think of anything to say, and she was still a bit lightheaded and wasn't thinking very straight. Jack grinned at her. She could feel him moving his hips around, and realized that he was still hard.
"Do you want me to get you off now?" Jo almost couldn't believe that those words just came out of her mouth, after all that had happened, but she brushed that thought away. Now she just wanted to please the man who had just pleased her. Jack only nodded at her, but didn't move his body any so she could sit up. "You'll have to let me up, you know." Jack still didn't move. Jo started to wonder what he was doing, but when she felt the head of his cock pressing between her ass cheeks, she realized what was going on. Jo froze and clenched her cheeks together as best she could, but her legs had been wrapped around Jack's torso, and he had easy access.
Without saying a word, Jack reached to grab Jo's arms and succeeded in quickly pinning them above her head. He held them there with one hand, and reached for a nipple with the other. He gripped one painfully, and twisted it as hard as he could, so har that Jo thought that he had certainly ripped it off. Screaming in pain once more, Jack looked at her and she understood. She had a choice here. She could endure the sodomy, or suffer through it twice as badly. She chose to endure.
Unwilling to release her wrists, Jack instead moved Jo's legs onto his shoulders. Her anus was a bright pink rosebud, just inviting him to shove his cock deep inside another of her precious openings. As he was still wet from their recent fuck, he wasted no time, and started to push firmly on her asshole.
Jo couldn't help but tighten her muscles against this unnatural intrusion, but the man was determined to get in. Slowly he pushed the head of his cock past her sphincter, and Jo tried her hardest not to cry out in pain. However it was extreemly painful, and the tears again started to flow freely. Jack kept pushing in deeper, and finally was in about halfway. He couldn't get any further, and he almost didn't want to. He had never taken a girl up the ass before, none of his girlfriends would ever stand for it, and this tightness was almost more than he could bear. Slowly, he began withdrawing, until only the head of his cock was still inside the girl, and then he moved back in again.
Gradually Jo relaxed her muscles as she became used to the presence in her ass. She felt like she was about to be split in two, but she wasn't. She didn't realize that Jack was able to get more and more of himself in with each thrust until she started to feel his balls slap against her ass. Jack picked up speed as Jo relaxed, and soon he was pounding away as he had been in her mouth, furiously fucking her for all he was worth. Jo could do nothing but lay there and endure, silent tears flowing like rivers down her reddened cheeks. It hurt every time he slammed into her, but she was getting used to pain, and at least it didn't hurt as much as some of the other things she had been forced into so far.
Finally, Jack came, and cum trickled down between Jo's ass cheeks. The man stayed in her for a moment, then pulled out slowly with a popping sound when his still swollen head pulled past her ring. Getting up and leaving the girl there to lay and try to recover, Jack cleaned himself up, and then got dressed in some new clothes. He looked at her once more, then got behind the wheel of the truck.
"Get dressed," he growled in his now familiar angry voice. Jo sat up and looked around at her clothes lying in pieces, and then looked at Jack with a sorrowful look. He glared back at her, and pointed at the clothes he had been wearing when they met. Turning around, he started the truck and drove off, leaving her to try and get cleaned up and dressed, and keep her balance at the same time. She tried to clean up the blood that was now seeping from both of her holes, and then finally drew on the pants and shirt that were a few sizes too large and very baggy on her. Looking down at her appearance, she noticed the belt that had previously held the ball in her mouth, and with a sense of irony, she picked it up and used it to hold up the pants. Having finished dressing, she sat back down on the bunk with her knees against her chest, rocking and crying to herself.
It wasn't long before the truck shifted down gears and parked on a small town street. Jo hadn't been paying attention, and Jack had to clear his throat to get her to look up. He pointed out the window, and Jo timidly stood up and looked outside. He had taken her to a service station.
"Just remember, you asked for it. You weren't restrained when we fucked, you wanted it so bad you begged me." Jo gave her driver a disbelieving stare, but then realized that he was right. She had wanted it so bad, she could remember the longing. And she couldn't report him, because she was just as much as fault as she was. Slumping defeatedly, realizing she had walked into the trap he had set for her, she moved to the door and climbed out.
Turning around after she was on the ground, she looked up at the man who had tortured her an hour before, wishing she had done so many things differently. The man was an excellent manipulator, and he had taught her one thing: never disrespect a trucker. Then turning around, Jo walked across the street to see about picking up her car.