The deep roar of the RV's engine almost matched the low hum of the vibrator in my cunt, which kept me wet and on the edge of arousal. I couldn't see out from the bunk where I was shackled, but I could tell from the feel of the road that we had left the city and hit the interstate. The RV settled into a steady, rocking rhythm, and I drifted close to sleep.
The hand in my hair snapped me awake, and Jim slapped my face as he jerked my head toward the side of the bunk. He put his face close to mine. "Did you really think you'd get to sleep, slut?" He pulled the vibrator from my pussy, then released the cuff that bound me to the bed and slung my feet to the floor. "Kneel in front of me."
I did, moaning slightly. Every muscle in my body ached, and I didn't know if I had the energy for another blow job. That's when Jim surprised me. He handed me a ponytail holder and pointed at my hair. "Put your hair up. High."
Confused, I ran my hair through my long curls and gathered them into a single rope at the crown of my head. As I did, he slid a leather collar around my neck and fastened it snugly. The soft collar had metal loops attached all around, and Jim cuffed my hands together, then attached the cuffs to one of the loops at the back of my neck.
Pulling me to my feet, Jim sat me in one of the captain's chairs in the dining area of the RV. The two pillows he shoved down behind me made my back arch and my tits bounce harder with each rocking motion of the RV. Pushing my legs apart, he propped my knees over the chair's arms. He held them in place by looping a rope around one knee, running the rope around the back of the chair, through the cuffs on my hands, finishing by looping it around the other knee.
He tugged steadily, spreading my knees and pulling up on my collar until my hips and back ached and I cried out in pain. My legs hadn't been split that wide since cheerleading, and I groaned, barely able to breathe.
He grinned. "Pain is what our customers want, bitch, and we intend to provide it." I must have looked confused because he continued with a sneer. "What do you think all the photos are for? We have a website called Your Sex Slave. Cheap but profitable. They tell us want they want. We do it to you. This is an idea from the site. Today we move to video."
He pulled out the black marker from last night and refreshed S L U T on my chest. He took several close ups of my tits and cunt before pulling a high end video camera from one of the locked cabinets. Locking it down in a mount on the opposite wall, he made several adjustments before stepping back toward me.
"What's your name, bitch?"
There was no way I was giving this asshole my real name. I made one up. "Kitt."
"What are you, bitch Kitt?"
I hesitated, and Jim slapped my face. "It's written right on your chest. Say it."
I shook my head.
Jim seemed to erupt, using his bare hand to slap my breasts, pussy, thighs and face. I screamed, cursing him, but the blows continued to rain down until I begged for him to stop. Tears streamed down my face and I struggled hard against the bonds that held me fast to the chair. My flesh burned with pain, and I pulled hard to get air.
Jim grabbed my pony tail. "What are you, bitch?"
I whimpered. "A slut."
"Louder."
"I'm a slut!" I sniffed, fighting the tears.
Jim stood behind the chair and leaned over me, cupping my breasts, sliding his hands forward, rolling my nipples between his fingers. They responded, growing redder and tighter as he pinched them. "So you like this? Like having your nipples pinched, like a good slut."
I nodded.
"Say it!"
"I like—" My voice faltered, and he squeezed the tightened buds so hard I cried out.
"What do you like?"
I gasped. "I like having my nipples pinched."
"And clamped?"
I nodded. "And clamped."
"And spanked?"
"I like to have my tits spanked."
"And your pussy?" He pinched harder, and more tears blinded me. My back arched involuntarily against the agony in my chest.
"I like having my pussy spanked."
