She didn't know where they were going. It wasn't her choice. She was naked and her hands were bound. But her window was down and after being confined for days she was enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. Especially the sun. She loved being outside and always had a good tan. She closed eyes and willed the sunlight to soak into her. She heard the clicking of the camera. She felt his hand slip between her legs, sliding down to her knees, and pulling her left leg toward him. Then he pushed against her right leg and then pulled her left leg again. He was spreading her legs open and she let him until they were spread as far as the car would allow. The camera clicked more. Then is was between her legs. Up close and personal. After putting the camera down his hand moved from thigh to breast and back. Often stopping to feel the stubble above her pussy where had told her not to shave. He merged the car onto the interstate not worrying if anyone remembered seeing a naked woman in the car. The tags were off of a pick-up truck and the car itself would be in pieces by tomorrow night. The transmission and hood, grill, both fenders and most of the front assembly having already been sold. He teased his finger up and down her labia as he pulled alongside the big semi truck. He slowed the car a little and the truck dropped back to stay with him. He knew the driver was enjoying the view. He used his thumb and finger to spread her pussy open and got a toot from the truck's horn in return. When Kat heard the horn she opened her eyes and was surprised to see a truck driver leering at her. She immediately closed her legs and tried to move her hands to cover her breasts. "Open 'em back up Wild Kat". She keep her legs clamped together as she watched the truck driver stick his tongue out and wiggle it. "Kat, spread your legs" he said more sternly. She didn't move until her took her nipple and pinched it angrily. She  yelped and look at him as if she was seeing him for the first time. He nodded his head toward her lap and she slowly opened her legs. He sped up, pulling away from the semi, getting a long blast from the truck horn, and gained ground on the next truck. Kat saw the next truck getting closer and thought of her father. He had told her she was too perfect not to share. Other judges were invited over to inspect her. She had hated the way they had looked at her, the same was as the truck diver had, the same way the new truck driver was looking at her now. But her father was always there, watching and giving her encouragement, praising her performance and she had wanted to make him proud. So she had posed as he had taught her and performed as they had practiced. And she had always made him proud. She felt the fingers rubbing her stubble. Moving down and teasingly touching her pussy. Then rubbing lazy circles over her pearl. She felt her hips shift on their own. More toots of a horn and another truck left behind. The next driver was watching for her. The word was spreading. He had his window down, arm hanging out the widow, and soon his head followed. He was yelling, licking his lips, blowing kisses. She felt her back arch.' I'll make you proud daddy'. Her hips lifted off the seat until the finger found the perfect spot. She felt chill bumps. The wave building. Building until it curled over and broke. The orgasm rushed through her. "Well what do you know, Wild Kat. I think you like showing off" he said.

He reached out to the glove box as he pulled ahead of the truck. Ahead of them trucks were starting to form a convoy.  She jumped at the touch and opened her eyes to see a silver bullet vibrator being rubbed against her hard nipple. "Is that mine?" she asked. "The other one you had looked a little too complicated to use while driving" he said as put the tip to her pussy. The next driver watched as he slowly moved the vibrator in and out. A little deeper each time. Several times she thought the truck was going to hit them. Then he sped up, moving ahead to the next truck, leaving the vibrator in her. When the caught up to the next truck he might fuck her a little with the vibrator or he might pinch her nipples and he might take a few more photos but he never took the vibrator out. He changed highways a few times when the growing line of trucks that would build up got too long but never took it out never turned it off. They drove for an hour, maybe two. The vibrator always in. always on. She lost track of time. Of what direction they were going. Of how many truck drivers,men and women, had cheered her on. Of how many climaxes she had. She snapped back to the present when her door opened. He had exited the interstate and pulled over on the side of the road. To her relief he pulled out the vibrator, turned it off, and put it in the glove box. Then he held the ball gag in front of her face. "You broke the deal. You talked." When she started to protest he pushed the gag against her mouth which she shut. He took a nipple between finger and thumb. As she felt it flattening under the pressure he said "You know I like doing this". She opened her mouth. He fastened the gag behind her head. He took nipple clamps connected with a chain out of a box and clamped them onto her nipples . "Tell me when these are tight enough" he said as he began to adjust them. When she mumbled around the gag he said "That's what I thought" and he tightened them more. He lifted her feet on at a time onto the car seat. Again he took something from the glove box. She couldn't see what he was doing in front of the seat. Then he put his hands between her legs and she felt him pressing something against her anus. Pushing something into her anus. It was hard, smooth, cold. An anal plug. He put his face close to hers, looking directly into her eyes, as he spoke he tugged on the chain between the clamps "You closed your legs without being told to." She realized she had made a mistake. Then he put his hand between her legs and tapped the base of the butt plug with each syllable "I had to tell you three times to open them. Three. Times. We will deal with that later when we have a little more room to move." She shuddered at the gleam in his eyes. "But we have one more stop to make before we can go home." 

He drove for a while on the interstate. Soon establishing a pattern with the truck drivers. Toots of the horn equaled tugs on the chain. After a time he exited off the interstate and they traveled down a two lane highway and eventually on a narrow country road. Every bump they hit jarred the plug and sent a tremor through her body. After pulling the car to the side of the road he opened her door and helped her get out. Using the clamp chain as a leash he lead her onto a bridge. The bridge turned out to be an overpass. He told her to face the rail and told bend over it. Her stomach was on the concrete rail, her breasts were hanging down on the other side. She was looking down at one of the interstates they had driven on. He reached around and released the clamps from her nipples, letting the blood and the pain rush back in. Then he pull the butt plug out. She watched the traffic as it raced toward and under her. Some of the people were were going home from work. There were families going somewhere on a vacation. Were any of the truck drivers the ones who had seen her? A motor home came toward her. An old white haired man driving. His wife sitting on the seat beside him. As they neared the bridge they both raised their faces to look at her, no doubt curious about what she was doing. No idea she was being anally raped. No idea the man who had kidnapped her was pumping semen deep into her ass. No idea she was about to have another orgasm.