Thursday, June 2, 1978
The Tates Motel, Tateville, Indiana
By the time the morning sunlight found its way around the edges of the blackout curtains, Emmy was looking forward to being cuffed and sleeping in the trunk. There might have been a few minutes of sleep here and there, but it all seemed kind of hazy. Being naked and tied to the bed was enough to keep her awake, but her mind kept replaying the last week in her mind. The memories flooded of Chester Bradley taking her in every way, of Tiny Tony bending her over the car and the anonymous anal rape, and when he awoke in the middle of the night to fuck her again before flopping on his bed and quickly falling back to sleep.
Tiny Tony snored like a freight train. There was a lot of mass in that man and not all of it settled right while sleeping. Sometimes, it would be gurgling noises, other times one long, loud, growl. He mixed it up, too. When there was a rhythm to the noise, the intensity, or the volume would change. Then there was the grunting and slurping. He ground his teeth, which was its own disgusting sound. At least there was no farting in his sleep like her brother did.
Emmy was dealing with an increasingly urgent need for a toilet. The phone rang.
Tiny Tony snored. The ringing continued. With a strangling snort that reminded Emmy of a truck engine unwillingly firing up on a cold winter morning, the large man awoke (sort of) and picked up the receiver.
"Huh?" He managed to mutter.
"This is your wakeup call," Emmy heard from her spot on the bed. The clerk was really loud, but that was what it took to get some people awake.
"Thanks," he said and hung up.
"Slave?" he called over to her.
"Yes, Master?"
"Let's get moving," he sat up. "We need to head out soon."
He stood up and went to the bathroom. Emerging a minute later, he seemed annoyed that Emmy was not getting ready.
"Did you hear me, slave girl?" he asked testily.
"Yes, Master, but I'm still tied up."
"Oh, yeah." He seemed to have forgotten tying her up and fucking her twice. "That was fun."
The massive man untied her with the same speed and agility that he had bound her. Before he had a chance to tell her no, or give any other order, Emmy bolted for the bathroom. Her legs barely worked, and putting the toilet seat down required more effort than she anticipated, but made it before anything messy happened.
"Get cleaned up," he said from the door, already dressed. How had he done it so fast? "I'll get some doughnuts and be back."
The pretty blonde took a quick shower, mostly just to clean up the residue from Tiny Tony's nighttime visits.
He was not back by the time Emmy was finished. She thought about packing, but had nothing except for herself. The young slave was tired, and wanted sleep more than anything else in the world right now. The only reading material in the room was the Gideon's Bible, so the teen turned on the tv and turned the dial to one commercial to another before landing on the local news of a place that did not have any meaning to her.
The outside door swung open. For a brief moment the room was flooded by the morning sun coming directly in, only for it to be dimmed by Tiny Tony's mass eclipsing the light.
"Doughnut time!" He said happily.
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Tiny Tony
Tiny Tony was a happy guy and loved many things. He loved driving, and he loved disco. He really loved his 1969 Pontiac GTO with a 400 cubic inch engine and a 3-speed turbo Hydromatic transmission. He loved running slave girls around for their owners because they usually let him fuck the slaves. As a rule of thumb, unless the owner expressly forbade it, Tiny Tony would fuck her. The slave might put up a fight, but he was huge and always got what he wanted.
This one hadn't fought at all, except for a little bit yesterday when Jermaine fucked her in the ass. He wondered what the rich little white girl would say knowing she'd been assraped by a black guy? Her first interracial and the little slut didn't even know it! Jermaine had found the GTO for Tiny Tony to buy and that merited at least one use of the new slave girl.
Tiny Tony was going to have fun with her. He would certainly dip his wick into her hot holes every chance he got and was going to spread it around. Some guys in Nevada had hidden him on their ranch when he nearly got caught with two slave girls and ten pounds of cocaine. The guys were on the way to dropping the girl off, so he was going to stay there for the last night of their adventure. Tonight was Denver and a stop specifically requested by her owner.
Emmy
Emmy woke up from the best sleep of her life to find the car was still moving. A brief check verified her wrists and ankles were cuffed and a soft bag covered her head. Since nothing had changed and with nothing else to do, Emmy slipped into the second-best sleep of her life.
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The trunk was opening again. Emmy was groggy, hungry, and in need of a toilet. Light was coming in, but not bright daylight. A quick inventory revealed she had no idea of the time or location. The blanket was pulled back, exposing her to anyone standing by the back of the GTO.
"Very sexy!" Emmy heard a female voice with a sexy lisp say. "I like how you keep them bound and hooded."
"Just convenience," Tiny Tony said. He grabbed and lifted her out of the trunk, gently setting her down on her feet. His strong hands held her steady while Emmy got her balance. It felt like cold, smooth cement under her feet. Judging from the acoustics, and the smells, this was a garage.