UP BY MY HEEL STRAPS
Chapter 1:
Life was never easy for me. As a child my father abused my mother relentlessly, both verbally and physically. As a result I grew fearful of men and related more with women. We lived in St Louis until I was 13 when Mom finally had enough and we disappeared one day while my father was at work. We settled in a small farming town in Iowa where she hoped he would never find us. She got a job at a local produce canning plant and I started high school. I hated it from day one. It was a tiny school with only a hundred students all total. The boys were rural rednecks and always gave me shit because I was a pussy boy and the girls ignored me because I wasn't a sports star. It was a miserable existence and the only solace I found was whan I got home from school and dressed in my mothers' clothes. It was always an escape for me, a time to forget about who I was and where I was.
After about a year Mom met a local small time farmer while she was out drinking with some friends from the plant. Jack was 20 years older than my mother at 50. He was a drunk for the most part and, not suprisingly, abusive, as co-dependent women can't ever seem to break the cycle of choosing lousy men.They were married in a month and we moved out to Jack's farm which was 20 miles from town. On the one hand I felt even more isolated but at the same time I was relieved because I was able to frequently miss school due to the distance. That often left me alone with Jack and he began to turn his ire toward me instead of my mother. She seemed relieved and did little to protect me. I withdrew further into my fantasy world of becoming a girl and finding a man who would truly love me, something I had yet to experience in my life.
Mom worked long shifts at the plant and usually didn't get home until after 7pm while Jack spent the day out in the fields. This allowed me the privacy to dress up as much I wanted. While Mom didn't have alot of sexy lingerie I still loved the things she had. She had a preference for lace thong panties, which I adored. I also loved her slips and sheer nightgowns. Most everything fit me well, including her heels and as soon as they both left for the day I would dress up and work around the house, cleaning and cooking as I was expected to do. I began to feel like a girl and delighted in doing womens work.
One day when Mom and Jack had taken off on their usual schedules I started getting ready myself. I stepped into a pair of white lace panties and hooked on a matching bra. Then I rolled on a pair of suntan pantyhose, dropped on a white full slip and slipped into a pair of white patent 2" heels. I took a moment a to admire myself in the mirror and then got started with my chores. I was in the kitchen taking a roast out of the freezer to defrost for dinner when I heard the kitchen door close and looked up to see Jack staring at me in disgust and amazement.
I was as frozen as the roast I had just pulled out and was certain that my life was over. Jack stared a bit longer then burst out laughing. "So my little sissy stepson is also a genuine faggot" he berated. I was too petrified to cry and was waiting for the beating to commence. Instead he stepped a little closer and commented that I was a sexy little bitch. "I could use a young little piece of ass around here. I've gotten burnt out on your mothers' worn out cunt" he chided. "Turn around little slut and let me get a good look at the ass I am about to fill up" he ordered. I wasn't about to disobey him. Jack was a tall, burley and aggressive man whom you did not want to piss off. I turned around as commanded and he bent me over a chair, pulled up my slip and spanked my pantied ass one good time. "What a tight ass you have there my little bitch" as he continued to demean me. He then rubbed it roughly, commenting on its' smoothness, then jerked me back around and into the chair. He ordered me to unzip his jeans and pull his cock out. I did so without hesitation, never looking up at him. I slid my hand into his briefs and pulled out a massive uncut hunk of meat. I had no idea that such a cock existed. My exposure to nude men was almost zero and my own penis was hardly worth mentioning, something I was, frankly, grateful for as it fit better into panties and made me feel more feminine. Jack told me to rub it against my face and kiss it. It was very musky but had a nice taste to it. I still wouldn't look up at him but was beginning to get into my new found role. "That a girl, lick my cock and balls" Jack encouraged. I lifted his nut sack and licked the underside. He was moaning as his cock continued to grow to what seemed to be as long as my shoe and as hard as blue steel. Then, without any notice, he grabbed the back of my head and rammed his monster down my throat. I was gagging and couldn't breath but it was useless to fight back. He pumped harder and faster, using my mouth and throat as his personal cunt, all the while calling me his whore, insisting that from now on I would be his bitch.
Here I was, a confused and tender 14 year old being brutally raped by my stepfather, yet I was torn between my hatred for this abusive asshole and the overwhelming sexual sensation of being treated like a slut. But my feelings were hardly under consideration at the moment so I tried to stayed focused on the task at hand. My throat began to relax a little and I stopped gagging. He continued my face fucking and denegration, then, without warning, began pumping huge amounts of warm, pungent cum down my throat. "Swallow it you little whore or I'll slap your face" he threatened. I kept eating it as fast as I could, one part out of fear and the other out of shear desire to satisfy a man regardless of the horrible circumstances. As his cock softened he pulled it out of my mouth and started slapping it against my face. "Nice job my slut daughter, but we're not done yet. Not till' I fill that tight little ass of yours up" he promised. Oh God I thought. How could I possibly take his tree trunk up my virgin ass. He threw me back around, bent me over the chair and ripped my hose and panties down. He rubbed his cock against my smooth butt, which actually felt great. He was regaining his erection and without lubricating in the slightest, slammed his engorged penis into my precious little hole. I screamed loud enough to be heard in town but he just laughed, amused by my pain and tears. He fucked me so hard the chair almost fell over with me in it. This went on forever, as he had already cum once and he was in no hurry to blow his second load. He was loving it, pulling my hair as he slapped my ass over and over. As the shock waves subsided I relaxed my rectal muscles and it began to feel good. My tiny clit like cock hardened and as his dick pounded my prostate I shot a little load onto the chair. Fortunately it was so small and he was so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn't notice, as I am sure he would have punished me for it. He banged a few more times,crudely grunted and let loose another massive load of seed, this time into my ass. It was a warm and brilliant sensation. A man had fucked and filled me as if I were a woman. And while it was hardly the fulfillment of a young girls fantasy, I had still sucked my first cock and lost my virginity. His cock plopped out of my aching ass, he let go of my hair and I feel onto the hard wooden floor. I laid there unable to move as cum and blood oozed from my ass. He laughed at me as he zipped up his jeans assuring me that this was just the beginning. That from now on I was his slave and would do as exactly as he commanded. He slammed the door and left for the fields. My nightmare had began and yet this was the last time he would have to rape me.
Chapter 2
My relationship with Jack grew more abusive and sexual . Each morning after my mother left for work Jack had me come to his bedroom and dress up in my mothers' clothes in front of him. He would stroke his cock and comment on what a hot little slut I had become. He instructed me on how to tongue his ass and delighted in pissing in my mouth and all over my face. I became expert at sucking his cock, able to deep throat all 12", which I had taken the time to measure. My ass stretched to the point of being to accomodate him without pain, actually deriving great satisfaction from our long fuck sessions. Things grew more perverse everyday, even to the point that he had our 4 dogs fucking me, left for hours with their knots buried inside me, dragging my 120# body around the yard like a rag doll. As humiliating as it all was I couldn't help myself. I loved the sex. I loved submitting myself to a dominant man. Jack wanted me to be as much a girl as possible and started ordering hormones off the internet. I took several pills a day and he gave me shots as well. I began to develop hips and an even nicer ass. My breasts were starting to bloom and my skin was soft and smooth. I barely had to shave any part of my body. I loved admiring my transformation in the mirror. As my hair grew past my shoulders my Mom insisted I get it cut but Jack cut her off, telling her to leave me alone about it. She never argued with him. She was just happy he no longer abused her and was more than happy to let me take the brunt of it.
The more I grew into a woman the more distant we became. In time I was closer to Jack than I was her. I still hated him but our sick realtionship was all I had. I wasn't allowed to leave the farm. No one in town even noticed I was gone. The school didn't give a shit. Jack was it, so I reveled in being his personal servant and whore. It was my sole source of identity.
Two years passed and the wheels were starting to come off. Mom became a depressed, full blown alcoholic and lost her job. She watched as Jack and I engaged in every possible sick sex act he could think of. Jack loved tying me up and whipping me. I hated pain but believed I had no choice but to take it. Finally my mother couldn't stand watching me being treated as less than an animal. One morning,( shortly after I turned 16), after Jack and I had our morning ritual of suck, fuck and ass kicking, he left for the fields. My mother sat me down, and with tears flowing from her eyes, begged for forgiveness. She was a broken woman. She said that she no longer cared about her own survival but wanted me to have a chance at happiness, a concept I had never even considered. She had already packed a dufflebag for me and taken $100 from Jack's wallet, something he would beat her senseless for. She didn't care. She pleaded with me to leave then, that moment, before Jack returned. I changed into some jeans, a tube top and sneakers. She kissed me on the cheek as I stepped one last time out the door and she whispered "Goodbye my little Richard, goodbye my beautiful Rachel".
A new name. A new identity. A new life?
I ran to the shed and grabbed my old bike, hopped on it began peddling as fast as I could down the dirt road toward the main highway. Jack saw me and jumped off his tractor to catch me. He was several hundred yards away. I knew I could out run him but nevertheless my heart raced and pounded so hard it felt it was going to explode through my chest. I got to the highway and saw a semi-truck in the distance. I pushed my bike into the ditch and began waving the truck down. It slowed as it approached and I jumped into the cabin as I looked over to see Jack gaining ground. The driver was an older, heavy set man, scruffy in appearance with tatoos covering both arms. "Where you heading sweetie" he inquired. He was the first man I had seen in over a year besides Jack and I was frozen for a moment. "Miss, are you ok?" he asked. "Any place but here" I replied as I realized that Jack was closing in on me. "Well then shut the door and let's see if I can get you there" the old guy remarked. I reached to close the door, he released the brake and we started down the road. I glanced in the mirror and saw Jack standing in the middle of the road yelling for us to stop. I could barely conjure a smile but I felt a sense of relief. While my heart was starting to slow down I still felt frieghtened. For all that I had been through. For my mother and for what lay ahead. I sat back, took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
My respite was short as the old guy started in with his questions. "What's your name?" "Where you from?" "How old are you?" I tried to answer them without being rude while not giving him too much info. I was too tired and shell shocked to seem inviting. He seemed to realize how exhausted I was and let me drift off to sleep. When I awoke we were near St. Louis as I recognized some of the landmarks. We were at a truckstop and it was dusk. "Hi there little lady" my driver greeted me. "Oh, hi. I'm sorry I wasn't very social before. I was just very tired" I responded. "No worry. I'm Earle." "Glad to me you Earle. I'm Rachel in case I didn't mention it before" "You did" he said "but not much else" he added. I left it hanging there and he did too. "I'm planning on staying here tonight and you're welcome to sleep with me in the cabin" he offered. I could feel his eyes undressing me and I started feeling uncomfortable. Yet, I was in a predicament. Very little money, no transportation (not even a drivers license) and no one to contact. Shit! Screwed again. I knew I had to take him up on his offer. November in Missouri was no time to sleep outside and I could be raped as easily outside as inside his truck. I took him up on his offer and he helped me down from the cab, inviting me to dinner in the truckstop restaurant. It would be the first meal that I didn't cook in a long time. It was also the first time a man offered to treat me in my life. It felt good.
Earle chuckled as I devoured a plate of fried chicked. I was starved as I hadn't eaten in almost 2 days. After dinner he told me I could use the showers for the truckers. I asked if there were seperate facilities for girls but there weren't. He said it was ok, that female drivers used them all the time and that he would watch out for me. I wanted to clean up really bad so I went to the truck and grabbed my bag and headed for the showers. Earle was already naked and I looked down at his cock. It wasn't nearly as big as Jack but cut. I was sort of relieved in case I had to please him later. Thankfully the showers had doors so I took my bag in and closed the door. I slipped off my shoes and tube top. As I unbuttoned my jeans I paused to think about what Earle, or anyone, would do to me if they knew what was inside my panties. What the hell. I slipped off my pants and panties and showered. No one bothered me as Earle had promised and I opened my bag to get dressed. Mom had packed for me so I had no idea what what was in there. I fished out a pair of pink thongs, a white halter top and a pink miniskirt. The only shoes were 3" open toed strap sandals. I threw on the outfit and stepped out of the stall. Earle was waiting there, as were a few other drivers, and I felt like a piece of fresh meat. They all stared me up and down and 2 of them were fully nude. I glanced at their cocks and saw them bounce a bit. Rather than dash out I decided to finish what I came to do. I went to the mirror and put on some facial cream and even a little pink lipstick to make me feel better. It was all the guys could do not to throw me on the floor and rape me right there. As if I wasn't used to it.
I finished my tease and Earle led me back to the truck. We climbed into the cabin and Earle turned on some music. We talked a little about ourselves and I made up some story that I was 19, just graduated high school and wanted to travel a bit. I could tell he didn't believe me but it didn't matter. We both knew what he wanted and expected. He started rubbing my shoulders and kissing the back of my neck telling me how pretty I was. It was actually kind of nice having a man being so sweet and gentle with me. I decided to go with it rather than resist and turned to kiss him. It was my first kiss as Jack never kissed me. It felt so sensual. I fell into his arms as our passion grew. His hand sarted up my leg toward my panties and I reached to hold him back. I told him I was on my period and he bought it. I promised to give him the best cock sucking he had ever had so he laid back and told me to have at it. I began kissing his face and neck while unbuttoning his shirt. I moved down to his chest, sucking on his nipples while rubbing his cock through his pants. Finally I reached his crotch, unzipped his fly and kissed his cock through his shorts. He had a raging hardon and I knew he wouldn't take long to get off. I pulled his pants and underwear off and his average sized cock sprang free. I proceeded to lick and kiss his balls, then ran my tongue up and down his shaft while looking him the eyes. He was in heaven, moaning and telling how good it felt. I took his cock all the way down to the base, swallowing it like a toy. He shuddered and raised his hips, shooting spurts into my mouth which I gobbled right up. This was easy compared to Jack and a hell of a lot nicer. He even thanked me. I cleaned him up and he drifted off to sleep in no time. I had to pee so I hopped out and headed to the restroom. On the way over one of the men from the showers approached me. He stood in my path and looked me over, telling me he wanted me and was willing to pay good money. I was dumbfounded. I had never thought of earning, and certainly never been offered, money for sex. Suddenly the bells started going off in my head. Hell yes! Why not get paid for what I did best. Really the only thing I knew how to do. I told him I only did blowjobs and they were $50. I had no idea if this was a typical charge but he didn't hesitate and led me to his truck. He didn't want any foreplay. He just whipped out his cock and said get to it. A bit impersonal but at least he wasn't abusive. I went to town on him but trying not to get him off too quick. I wanted to have some fun too and I still enjoyed sucking cock. Plus he was young, handsome and hung. He was loving it and cheered me on. When he did finally bust a nut he couldn't stop telling me how it was the greatest cock sucking ever. I was flattered. He paid me the fifty and tipped me another twenty. Talk about easy money. I realized I had found my way out of hell and I couldn't stop laughing about the irony.
Jack never heard me get back in that night and woke up to find me in my babydoll nightie I had slipped on. He said he wanted to eat me for breakfast but I just giggled and pushed him off. I threw my outfit back on and we headed in for a bite. I was getting even more looks as it was now daylight. I liked it so I made sure to move my hips and butt a little extra. When Jack and I sat down he squeezed in next to me in the booth. My skirt had pulled up until he could see my pretty pink panties. Oh my I thought. What have I started? Jack went straight for my crotch and I had to react quickly. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away but he got pissed. "What kind of thankless bitch are you?" he barked. Dammit. I didn't need this shit. I tried to calm him down and told him I just needed to put in a fresh tampon and would be right back. He moved so I could get out of the booth and I went toward the restroom. When he sat back down I shot out the back door and beelined it for the truck. I grabbed my bag and headed for the highway. Same old shit I thought. I threw my thumb out as a truck was pulling out. It stopped and I climbed in. Thank God it was a woman. We smiled knowingly at each other and she asked where I was headed. "Whereever in the hell you are" I replied. Next stop Atlanta!
To be continued.....