"Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you… much," Chris said, chuckling to himself as he reached down and laid his heavy, calloused palm on her shoulder. He shoved her back with such force that her head struck the floor. Linda groaned helplessly as bright flashes of light danced in front of her eyes. She inhaled sharply, afraid suddenly of those boots and the man.
"Uhhh!" Linda moaned softly as she watched Chris unbuckle his belt.
"Sit up!" Chris said coldly.
When Linda hesitated, he reached down and grabbed her hair. He curled a few strands around his fingers, jerking her up close against his leg. Linda's mouth struck the side of Chris' boot so hard that her lip cracked. The blonde could taste blood as the trucker growled some senseless obscenity.
When Chris raised his hand again, Linda tensed up and cringed back. The big trucker kicked her and she fell to the dirt floor, feeling the loose filth scrape against her legs. While she lay cringing, Chris moved forward. At the same time, the big man unzipped his dirty Levi's. Linda winced as she watched him take out an eight-inch, thick cock and finger it lovingly. She saw that hard-on, heard his heavy breathing, sensing his growing sexual excitement.
"Like it, baby? All you fuckin' waitresses are hungry for cock-meat. Everybody knows that," Chris said, pulling his lips back across his teeth in an evil, animal-like sneer. As she flattened herself against the wall, drawing herself into a ball, Linda saw his big hand come shooting down through the cold, damp night air. The sound of that slap and her wailing cry reverberated off the stone walls.
"Okay, baby. You've found out too much about the operation. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with you, but I think you can be useful. You want to play along, fine," Chris said as he still towered over her.
"You stink with filth!" Linda hissed.
Chris did nothing for several minutes except sneer down at her. Then Linda saw him clench his powerful fingers into a tight fist. Instinctively, she raised her hands over her face. But the expected flow didn't come. She opened her eyes and peered through her trembling fingers. The fat, powerful trucker still towered over her with clenched fists. But a broad, mysterious smile snaked across his already sneering lips.
"You really dig this scene, don't you?" Chris suddenly blurted out.
"What!" Linda couldn't believe she heard him right. That someone who'd done what he had could actually stand in front of her and say that… it was incredible!
"I can sense it. I can sense those things, when a woman loves all the rough stuff, even if she won't admit it to herself," Chris said in a tight, throaty voice.
Linda gasped in horror that he could think she actually enjoyed this degrading brutality. She'd seen Max shot down in front of her eyes by the very men Chris employed to his own use. Then she'd been beaten, kidnapped and dragged to this cold, filthy hole of a prison cell only to be beaten again and told she liked all of it! To think that he could actually say that – and yet, as much as Linda hated to admit it, there was a grain of truth in his statement. For all her sense of outrage, indignation and horror, there was a deliciously strange thrill shooting through her body now. There was real fear and hatred. But somehow mixed in with those feelings was a hidden, almost unspeakable delight that actually fed on her fear and disgust.
"I can tell it in your eyes, baby. You want me as much as you want to spit in my face," Chris said as he slapped her hard across the side of the face. The force of that blow sent her crashing to the cold dirt floor. Suddenly Linda felt the full weight of her fear and humiliation press down on her. Pulling herself up with great effort, Linda suddenly felt hot, burning tears well up in her eyes. She tried to fight them back, but it was useless. Sobs broke from her lips and she cried violently. She gagged and choked with horror and sorrow and fear as her long, tangled hair hung in her eyes. She curled her slender fingers into the dirt and beat the floor with her palms as Chris leered at her.
He let her cry for a few minutes. But the sight of the sobbing blonde was finally too much for him. He reached down with his right hand and unzipped his fly. Then the big man reached up and flipped the button holding his pants to his waist. Linda looked up in horrified fascination as Chris' Levi's slid down to his knees, exposing his thick mat of pubic hair and long, fat mass of cock-meat.
"Mmmmm, look lickin' good, huh baby?" Chris said filthily as he circled his fat cock with his fingers and squeezed the hot flesh until a big drop of cum oozed out of his piss-slit.
Linda leaned back, raising her hands and crossing them over her tits in revulsion.
Chris was thick and long. His balls were taut, drawn up tightly against the underside of his jerking prick. Linda wanted a knife. She could just picture the startled, pained look on the trucker's face as she reached up with that weapon and sliced that throbbing prick off. But at the same time Linda wanted to reach out and touch that dick. She wanted to feel it with her fingers, her mouth, her cuntal walls. Her crotch throbbed wildly and strangely as Chris leered down at her and smiled that same twisted knowing smile he flashed at her seconds before when he told her that she dug the violent scene.
"Gonna have that stuffed in your twat, baby. I been watchin' you ever since you came to work at the diner. Too bad it had to turn out this way. But then, maybe you and me are two of a kind. I dig this kind of scene," Chris said, looking around the cell with burning, flashing eyes.
Linda sobbed, edging back until her ass was pressed against the wall. Her fists were clenched and shoved hard against the dirt floor. Linda was dizzy with terror. She didn't know what he was planning. But something told her that what she'd experience would be things she'd only dreamed about in her wildest, most forbidden fantasies.
Chris chuckled as he pushed his Levi's to his boot tops. The hot smell of his groin blew into Linda's nose. She felt her body starting to respond to Chris' excitement even though she realized what kind of filthy piece of shit he was. Sweat poured out from under her arms and crotch. It spilled down from her forehead and burned into her eyes. Then there was a cold draft, causing her to shiver.
Chris moved closer, his big cock waving back and forth with every step he took. He reached down and lifted his filthy, smelly, stained T-shirt, revealing his thick matting of body hair that covered his large, protruding belly. His thighs were hairy and muscular. There was an exciting, overpowering brutality and power about this man as he stepped up to her.
"Uhhh," the blonde sighed with fear as she felt her tits swell. Her nipples poked out again, scratching teasingly against her bra just as they had when Max made his pass at her. But this time there was a new feeling mixed in with this sexual excitement. It was hotter, more desperate, more forbidden, completely new and unnatural to Linda. A spasm passed through her mushy box. Her swelling clit tingled strangely as she could feel her pussy-lips chewing hungrily against each other. Their fat, hot edges were being lubed gradually by Linda's flowing fuck juices. The blonde felt her thighs shuddering as Chris grabbed her hair and yanked forward hard.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned as she reached up and tried to pound his fists away with her hands. But the big man just laughed at her, dragging her to the middle of the cell as she groaned and as her eyelids flickered. Finally he let her go. Linda moaned low as she felt him roll her over on her. He was crouching between her legs, hiking her ripped uniform up to her waist with his hands. Soon he was pawing her tits, tearing open the uniform at the top. Buttons showered in the air as her bra cups were exposed. The cell was filled with the sound of ripping material as he tore the uniform off her shoulders.
He reached up and found her bra strap and pulled hard, jerking the halter off the thrashing woman with one yank. As her tits sprang free and cold air struck the big boobs, Linda yelped instinctively. She raised both hands to protect herself. Chris knocked them aside. Her hands came down on her tits.