"Well look who's finally waking up." Dale's voice still sounded muffled as I slowly regained consciousness. My head hurt something awful and my whole body felt sore. "Those girls really knocked you out, huh?" I looked over to Dale who sat in the driver's seat of his eighteen-wheeler, grinning. "I suppose they know what they're doin' though. I mean look at ya!"
I looked down and saw two white laced legs barely covered by an incredibly short pink skirt. My legs. On my feet were four inch heels and my arms were completely bare. I was wearing a skimpy pink tank-top and my nails were painted. In the side mirror I saw my face in full make-up and two plastic bows in my hair. I tried to scream but couldn't.
"Fuck you look good, girly." Dale reached over and caressed my thigh. Then he grabbed it so hard it hurt. He moved his hand to my cock and grabbed ahold of something. It was my cock he was grabbing, but I couldn't feel his hand. He flipped my skirt up and revealed a pink plastic chastity cage held together by a brass padlock.
"Fuck this is perfect. You're halfway to a real girl, huh!"
I was slowly coming to and remembered fragments of the night earlier. Me climbing into Dale's truck, entering the truck stop bar, meeting the tatted up, hardcore looking women, them smiling at me before it all went dark.
I was snapped back to reality by a sharp stinging pain on my lower back I managed to move my arm to feel what it was. Dale quickly grabbed my wrist.
"Don't worry. The tramp stamp is healing nicely. Those girls use clean needles."
"Tramp sta...."
"Yup! That's what you are, baby. Dale's tramp." Dale brought his hand up to my mouth and stuck his grimy thumb past my lips. I couldn't help but suckle on it. "Good girl. We're making great time. I was thinking we could stop at Marge's Motel for lunch. We gotta get some protein in you." Dale chuckled and brought his hand back to the steering wheel. I slowly took in my surroundings. Dale's musty truck cabin and the wide country road. My cock fastened tightly in a plastic prison. An uncomfortable pressure in my asshole like something was lodged in there. I was in trouble.
I was able to stand when Dale got me down off the seat. It felt nice being on solid ground for a moment before Dale started turning me around, checking out his property.
"Amazing. You're gonna do just fine." Dale grabbed a handful of my small ass and flicked my cage. "Let's go." He led me with his arm around my waist into the office of an old motel. We walked up to the desk where an older woman was seated. She peered at me over her glasses and grinned.
"Cute date, Dale."
"Thank you, Marge. Mighty proud of this one." Dale slapped my ass hard. "The lady paid you a compliment, baby-doll. What do you say?"
"Thaaan yurr..." was about all I could get out. They both laughed and Marge slid a room key to Dale.
By the time Dale and I got to room 104 I was almost fully conscious. I didn't need his help walking anymore and as he turned the key I managed to break way from him for a moment. Not bothering to run away, I just stood, holding onto the railing.
"Hey, please man... I don't know what's happening. But if you just let me go right now I won't call the cops or anything."
Dale sighed and looked around. He smacked me in the face and opened the door.
"In."
"Dude, seriously, I'm not like into this kinda thing and I just wanna go home."
Dale sighed again.
"Home for you, slut, is that truck over there. Now I figured we could spend our honeymoon somewhere special and I'd take you somewhere clean for our first night. So consider this your last chance before I rearrange your face and ask you one last time. Now. In."
