three
A tight grip against your scalp. The burning of his fingers in your hair. The sensation is the only thing rooting you to this moment. You’re kneeling between the two seats and you think you’ve found hell on Earth.
Bucky’s eyes are on the road, on you, on the road again. Expectant. Waiting. His cock is hard and thick and daunting.
Your eyes lift to his, hoping that the pleading in your eyes will draw out a sense of compassion. But it just draws out a low, heady groan.
“Love the way you’re looking at me,” he pulls you closer, nose brushing his length. “She’s got this little school girl look about her, don’t she?”
Steve hums. You hear the metallic clinking of his fly.
“Next time, I’ll make you beg for me,” Bucky continues. “But times ticking darling, the next stop isn’t far off.”
And his cock is at your lips, salty and damp. You look up at him once more, eyes wide and pleading, but it only seems to encourage him. With a tug, your mouth opens around his member. You lift your tongue reflexively, and it swirls against the mushroom head. He groans, lifting his hips and pushing your head down until his head tickles the back of your throat.
Gagging, you try to pull back, but his hand is holding you tightly. He rocks up again, pushing you further down his cock.
Your hand reaches up, and suddenly you’re feline and angry, scratching at his thighs, his hands, his face. He hisses, ripping your hair backwards until you’re free of his cock and able to take in short, gulping breaths.
“You’re a little bitch,” he spits, wrenching your head back until all you can see is stars and blue, blue eyes. “Listen, next time you can fight as much as you fucking want. I know Stevie will love to see it. But right now, you’re going to choke on my fucking cock until I cum down your throat, or I there will be hell to pay.” His gaze is heavy and hard and you close your eyes.
“I’m –“ your voice doesn’t sound like you; hoarse and hurting and grieving. But you push on. “I want… I want to make you cum, but I haven’t really done this before. Please take it slow.”
You’re a peasant begging royalty for scraps, and the words are acrid as they leave your throat.
Steve chuckles from behind you. “Not used to such a fat cock, are you darling?” You shake your head, a blush alighting across your cheeks. “Such a shy little thing. Maybe you should take it easy on her, Buck.”
Bucky growls, but nods, hand loosening in your locks. “I mean, you’re going to get used to it eventually.” Your lips open, wrapping around his head again more tentatively. “But if you scratch me again, you’re gonna pass out with my cock down your throat. That’s a promise, baby.”
You nod around his cock, and swirl your tongue around his head before taking him slightly deeper. His hand is still in your hair, and you can feel his need to push you further, but he lets you take the pace. You could cry out of gratitude.
How fucked is that.
You’re sucking Bucky deeper down your throat, trying to show him how eager you are to please. Behind you, a jangle of metal alerts you to Steve’s continuing presence. Suddenly, the blonde has a hold on both of your hands, ripping them behind you and pushing you further down Bucky’s cock. The man above you thrusts in excitement, letting out a long groan as spit slips from your lips onto his cock.
Steve’s hands are nimble and strong, and you feel the metallic grip of handcuffs enclosing around your wrists. Your disapproving groan is quickly lost to the gargle of your throat against Bucky’s cock. Both man chuckle, loving how unbalanced and vulnerable you look on your knees. “Hottest little slut we coulda asked for, Buck,” Steve says, before his fingers trail down to your cunt. “She’s so fucking wet, too. She’s loving this.”
Bucky’s hand shifts to your throat, using the leverage to push you down until he can feel his cock. “I’m not holding back anymore, then,” he starts to rock his hips once again, groaning as you choke and spit and whimper around him. “Can’t have her having all the fun.”
Steve’s finger pushes against your slit, collecting your slick slightly before pushing into your opening. It’s a surprise and a shock and it feels like burning. You moan around Bucky’s cock, somewhere between indignation and pleasure. It comes out warbled, muffled by the spit and the tears.
“Fuck, darling,” Bucky whispers, tone almost breaching adoration. “No fucking way I’m giving you up, baby. Gonna keep you as our little roadie slut. Gonna have a warm cunt to come in every night of your life, Stevie. Those other trucker fucks just wish they got her first.”
“Mmm, can’t wait to stuff your pussy, baby girl.” Steve slides another finger into you, and you clench against the intrusion. “Gonna wake you up with this cock every damn day. Gonna make you into the most used cum slut on the planet. You want that?”
You’re too fucked to think – oxygen deprived, confused, used. You moan, barely hearing the words but acknowledging them regardless.
“Oh, fuck, yes baby,” you wonder, briefly, if Bucky is talking to you or to Steve. “Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”
Steve’s hand grips your hair, pulling you roughly from Bucky’s cock. Spit and tears and a groan leave your throat in response, and Bucky’s eyes shoot over at Steve.
“Need you to come on her face,” Steve explains, hand still implanted in your hair. “Need to get a photo of her. Just in case.”
Bucky’s hand – the one not on the steering wheel – wraps around his cock and he’s jerking himself off. One, two, three pulls and he’s coming with a groan, thick streams of cum shooting over your face and chest.
“Oh my God,” Bucky groans, swiping a glob of cum with a finger before forcing it down your throat until you choke. “You’re so pretty. Might knock you up and keep you forever.”
Steve spins you around, camera open and clicking away. “Don’t have to knock her up for that,” he shrugs, eyeing you through the screen of his phone. “Might just need to make some cabin adjustments. Though, it’d be goddamn hot to fill this bitch up.”
Bucky hums in agreement. His concentration is elsewhere, and you feel the truck slowdown to a stop. “Made me cum just in time, sweetheart. Welcome to Sam’s.”
From your position on the ground, all you can see is the top of a building and some petrol prices. It alights a sense of hope in your chest, a look that Steve doesn’t miss.
“She’s got some fight left in her, Buck.” He says, hand tracing down your messy face and over your neck, before wrapping around your throat. “I think we should give her the option.”
“The option?” A voice – your voice.
“Well, we’re at one of the stops we’ll see today.” Steve says slowly, his hand tight but not choking. “This is your only chance to get away from us. You can get out of the truck right now, and see if these other lovely gentlemen will help you get home. Hell, they might even help you make a police report against us.”
Your eyes are wide. Confused; excited.
“But, we’ve got to warn you honey. You’re not getting any clothes from either of us. You have to leave this cab handcuffed and naked.” Bucky laughs. “And I’d give you a, say, 20 per cent chance of finding someone kinder than us.”
“Some of these men aren’t keen on keeping their girls after they finish with you, if you catch our drift” Steve intones. “But Bucky and I promise that we’ll never, well, hurt you.”
“Kill you.” Bucky confirms.
You look between the two men, head spinning with this information. The men seem to sense the hesitation.
“How about this,” Steve gets low to you, as if he was talking to a child. He squeezes harder against your throat for a second, a reminder of his power. “We’re going to go fuel up, take a piss, and get some food. The cab will be unlocked. The choice is well and truly yours.”
And he let’s you go.
And they go.
And you’re sitting in your rapists’ cab, wondering if they’re the best you’re going to get.