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	Katy Surrenders - Part 4


Katy awoke in her own familiar bed in her own familiar bedroom.  She
opened her eyes and in that half-awake dream state everything seemed
normal but also very odd.  She tried to remember what day it was and
what she had to do today.  Then with a sudden jolt of awareness she
came fully awake and the memories of the previous night came rushing
back with all their humiliating details.  She could barely believe, in
the bright cozy sunlight of her bedroom, that the night before she had
stripped naked in front of a strange man and had walked through the
mall dressed in a skimpy dress, lead on a leash by that horrid boy
Josh.  It must have been some weird dream she thought.  But in the
next instant she felt the collar around her neck and the weight of the
leash across her breast and full realization returned.  It was not a
dream.  It really happened.  And it was just the beginning.

She sat up.  Why had she put this stupid collar and leash back on as
he had commanded her?  And why did she sleep naked as he had ordered?
This was confusing as well.  What was she thinking last night?  She
could have just slept as usual in her pyjamas and Josh would never had
known the difference.  Was she losing it?  Was he getting to her?  She
must have been really drained last night, she concluded.  Too
emotionally drained.  That's all.  She's rested today.  That won't
happen again.

She looked down at the floor near her bed.  The mutilated knit dress
was there where she had dropped it last night.  A pity he had made her
ruin it.  It was a nice dress.

She looked at the clock.  Just after 7am.  She jumped.  She had to get
ready fast to make Josh's 8am deadline.  She took off the collar and
leash and hurried into the bathroom.  Half an hour later she was
downstairs eating breakfast, already dressed as Josh had instructed in
shorts and t-shirt, except that she was wearing a bra.  She did not
want her mother to notice her lack of a bra at the breakfast table so
she decided she would take the bra off later.

"Mom, I'm going to be out with some friends today.  I'm not sure when
I'll be home so don't wait lunch.  Ok?"  Katy was grateful that her
mother was busy reading the paper and was not paying very much
attention to what she was telling her.

"Sure dear, that's fine," her mother answered.

It was 7:45.  Katy ran back up to her room, quickly took off her bra,
stuffed the collar and leash into a bag and was just about to leave
the room when her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Katy, this is your master."
"Yes, master?"  Could it be that he was canceling their day together?
What wonderful luck.

"You can come at 8:30 to pick me up.  Use the extra time to pack a
lunch for us.  Whatever you have handy in the house will be fine.  But
no later than 8:30."

"Yes, master," she answered, but heard the dial tone before she had
finished speaking it.

Okay.  Have to pack food.  Quickly.  She ran back downstairs.  Her
mother was still reading and barely noticed her as she packed a cooler
chest full of fruits and sandwiches and juices.

"Going on a picnic with your friends, dear?" her mother finally
inquired.

"Yes, mom."

"Looks like a perfect day for it."

"Yup."

"You're not wearing a brassiere are you, Katherine."

Damn luck, Katy thought.

"Um, no mom.  We're gonna go swimming and so I'm packing my swimsuit
and I'll put that on later."  Katy knew this made no sense but
sometimes that didn't really matter with her mother.

"Okay, dear, but don't let your father see you that way.  You know how
he dislikes such things."

"I know mom.  I'll change right away.  No prob."

Katy finished her packing and loaded up the car.  She would have to
push it to be at the park by 8:30.

Josh was sitting there waiting for her when she pulled up to the curb
at exactly 8:30.  She would have been there even earlier but she had
to stop to put on the collar and leash.  She was glad that she had
remembered that particular instruction from the night before.

Josh got into the car without greeting her.  She waited as he examined
her.

"Ok.  T-shirt and shorts.  Good.  Collar and leash are on.  No bra.
Unzip and open your shorts a little so I can see if you got panties
on."

Katy did as she was told, opening the shorts to expose her brown tuft
of pubic hair.

"Very good, Katy.  You may leave them open like that for now." he told
her.  He then grabbed the leash, about a foot below where it was
snapped onto the collar, and pulled her toward him.  He kissed her
lips softly.

This actually startled Katy.  She suddenly realized that up to now he
had not even touched her, though he had had many opportunities.
Perhaps that would change today, she wondered.  Anxiety crept back
into her mind and she tried not to think about what crazy plans he
might have for her this day.

"Now let's get going.  We have a long day ahead of us.  Get onto the
interstate going north."

"Yes, master."

Within five minutes, they were driving north on the highway and after
only a few miles Josh instructed her to pull into the rest area.

"Take off your clothes."

Katy looked around.  The rest area was nearly empty at this time of
the day.  She slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and Josh threw them
into the back seat.  Katy felt very odd at the touch of the car seat
against her pussy.  In spite of herself she was becoming aroused.

"Sneakers too," Josh said.  These too were deported to the back seat.

"Okay.  Let's go," Josh ordered and they pulled back onto the highway.
Josh opened the sun roof.

"Master, please.  It's too cold still.  Maybe later when it warms up?"

"Shut up slut," was his response.  Katy looked at him.  For some
reason, instead of being angry she felt her feelings hurt.  What was
happening to her?

"There!!", Josh shouted suddenly.  Now she knew why she had stripped.
Josh pointed to a big 18-wheeler.  It was ahead of them on their left.
A man's tanned, hairy arm could be seen in the open, passenger-side
window.  "Catch up to them, Katy.  Let him see your body."  Josh
seemed nearly gleeful.  He clearly likes this type of thing, she
thought unhappily.  This would be a very long summer.

The little car quickly pulled up alongside the truck and Katy kept the
speed constant to stay directly next to the passenger side window.  At
first the trucker did not notice the little car.  When he did look
down, though, he became very enthusiastic.  Katy had to keep her eyes
on the road, so Josh kept her informed of her audience's behavior.
With the window down on Katy's side and with the sun roof open as
well, the trucker had a clear view of her entire naked body.  Josh
waved to the man who gratefully waved back.  Josh held up the leash to
make sure he saw that too.  The man gave him a big thumb's up,
grinning broadly.  Josh could tell the man was relaying information
back to the driver.

Katy was glad she was driving.  She could keep her eyes on the road
and try to mentally block out this degrading scenario.

"Hey, cool," Josh said, after several minutes.  "He's got a camera."

"He's going to take my picture?" asked Katy in dismay.

"He already did I think," Josh replied.  "Quite a few, it looks like."
Omigod, thought Katy.  Please let this end.  Meanwhile Josh gave a
thumb's up to the trucker, encouraging him to take more pictures.

A few minutes later, the truck accelerated away from them and the man
signaled Josh to follow.  Within a mile they pulled into another rest
area.  Obeying Josh, Katy parked her car next to the truck.
Immediately the two truckers jumped out, greeting Katy and Josh as
though they were old buddies.

The driver, when he caught sight of Katy, said, "Son of a bitch, Pete,
you weren't kidding, this bitch is a beauty all right."

"How you doin' little lady?  My name's Pete,  this is my partner
Carl," said the man who had been on the passenger side of the truck.
The two men were now standing next to Katy's door and were ogling her
through the open window and sun roof.

Katy was rigid with fright.  She did not want to imagine what these
men might be capable of doing.  She was acutely aware that they were
parked at the end of the large parking lot with no other vehicles
nearby.  In fact, the huge truck blocked the line of sight between her
car and the rest of the parking lot and the building.  No one would
see her plight if these men decided to do anything bad to her.  She
kept her eyes straight ahead and did not speak in answer to their
greetings.  Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.  Josh broke
the brief silence.

"Hey guys!"

"Hi kid.  We like your friend a lot.  Say, how old are you anyway,
boy?  You look like a pretty young fella."  This was the driver who
spoke to Josh.

"Old enough, right?" Josh replied amicably, avoiding a direct answer.

"Your friend here's kinda quiet.  Don't she like us?"

"It's her first time doing this.  I guess she's just shy," answered
Josh.

"She sure is pretty," said Carl.  "How's about she gets out of the car
so we can see her better?"

Katy cringed at this suggestion.  Turning to Josh, her face a grimace
of pleading, she whispered to him.  "Please.  Let's get out of here.
Please."

Josh looked to the two men.  "Katy says if you've got a couple of
minutes she'd be glad to get out so you can see her better.  No
problem.  She's a teeny bit shy though, so maybe you should help her
get out."

In spite of her efforts at stoicism, Katy quietly shed a tear as one
of the truckers opened her car door and pried her fingers from the
wheel.  In a second she stood on the asphalt, barefoot and naked
except for her collar and leash.  Josh also got out of the car and
took his place next to the two men.

"Stand up straight, Katy.  Show them how nice your tits stick out,"
said Josh.  Katy obeyed, comprehending the hopelessness of her
situation.  She stared blankly at nothing, avoiding eye contact with
the three as she felt them thoroughly explore her body with their
eyes.  Her tears returned.

"What's with the leash, kid?" asked Carl.  "You two into the kinky
stuff?"

"Katy's my slave."  The two men went wide-eyed at this simple
response.

"Whoa, now there's a lucky fella.  I wish my daddy had bought me toys
like this when I was your age," said Carl.  The two truckers laughed
loudly.

"Say, kid," Carl continued, his eyes still on Katy as he spoke, "how's
about you be a good sport and let me and Pete have a little fun with
Katy here.  Just a little quicky for each of us.  How `bout it?  We
got a real comfy bed up behind the cab."

Katy was in agony.  After all he had done to her so far, she fully
expected Josh to let her be raped by these vulgar men.  She felt
faint, standing there in the sun.  She hoped that they did not have
some foul disease.  At least she was on the pill.  Thank goodness for
that, at least.

"Sorry, mister," Josh answered.  "Can't share her.  Not today anyway.
But, look, if you guys come through this way a lot you can give me
your phone number and maybe we can arrange for you to fuck her next
time."  A reprieve, thought Katy.
"Yeah, that's cool, kid," Carl answered.  "We don't want to be pushy.
Most times people don't follow us into the rest stop like you did.
Appreciate it."

"Tell you what," Carl continued, "you got e-mail?  You can e-mail us
sometime.  We got our own trucker's website too, where we put our
flasher pictures.  Would it be okay if we put your girl's pic on it?"

For the next few minutes, as Katy waited patiently, the three males
happily exchanged e-mail addresses and URL's.  Carl announced that if
he could take a few more shots of Katy he would devote an entire page
to her on the website.  Josh informed Katy that she should feel
honored and that she could tell all her friend's back at college to
look for her special page on the web.  He and the truckers laughed at
this and Pete got the camera ready.  "Good thing we got some extra
rolls of film," he said.

For the next half hour the two men took many pictures of Katy, placing
her in a wide variety of humiliatingly erotic poses.  In the last few
shots, they stood on each side of Katy as Josh took the pictures.
"These'll look great in your website," Josh announced.

Finally they had enough pictures.  Pete and Carl thanked Josh
enthusiastically for the impromptu photo shoot and started to say
their goodbyes.

"Wait a minute, guys," Josh said.  "Katy would like to thank you for
taking her picture."  Turning to Katy he said, "Katy, give them each a
nice kiss."

Katy reminded herself how much worse this might have been and
answered, "yes, master."  Then she stepped toward Carl.

Grinning delightedly, Carl put his arms around Katy and pressed his
lips against hers.  Katy was repulsed by the foul smell of the man's
breath and the greasy feel of his whiskers but did not pull away from
his attentions.  As his lips lingered on hers and his tongue slipped
into her mouth, Katy felt his huge, rough hands pressing into her
naked buttocks, pulling her slim body against him.  Carl placed Katy's
arms around his neck, forcing her to her tiptoes to keep her lips on
his.  She dared not pull away without permission.  Sliding his hands
up along her waist, Carl genty squeezed and fondled Katy's breasts,
pinching and tweeking the nipples.  Sensing Josh's approval, he
continued fondling Katy's naked body, massaging her pussy, kneading
her breasts, squeezing her buttocks, kissing her soft nipples.  By
this time Katy was again in tears from the humiliation.

She stood limply as the next man took his turn.  Pete did not bother
with the pretext of a kiss at first but dove right into feeling her
up.  After thoroughly man-handlng her perfect breasts, he inserted two
fingers deep into her pussy, probing, massaging, squeezing.

Much to her dismay and embarrassment, Katy began to react to this
attention with an increased flow of secretions to her vagina and a
noticeable change in her posture.  Instead of standing rigidly, her
body involuntarily moved in usison with the man's manipulations.  Oh
God, no, she thought, don't let me lose control.  Her fingers dug into
the man's upper arms as she steadied herself.  She tried to pull
herself off of the man's thrusting fingers but only succeeded in
giving herself more stimulation.  She was going to orgasm she realized
and she wanted it!  She felt like a slut but did not care.  She wanted
this orgasm.  Seconds later her lithe frame bucked and spasmed against
Pete's hand, her breasts jiggling wildly.  Then it was over.  Peter
withdrew his fingers and sniffed them happily.  Katy slumped to the
ground, exhausted and shamed.

For several seconds, Katy just sat on the hot pavement, her weight on
her right thigh and her right hand.  Too mortified to face her
tormenters, she stared at the ground, still breathing heavily.  She
could not imagine how she must look to them.  Naked and collared in a
public parking lot, flushed from an orgasm.  What was happening to
her?  Then she felt the warm liquid strike against her belly and legs.
Rain?  She looked down in shock as more spurts of hot semen splattered
over her.  Oh God please not that too, she thought.  

Unknown to Katy, while Pete had been enjoying his "kiss", Carl,
inspired by the show, had started masturbating behind her.  He reached
orgasm a few seconds after Katy had dropped to the ground and he
directed his output to her torso and legs.  Meanwhile Pete wasted no
time and was soon ejaculating in gushers as well.  Josh called her
name.  Involuntarily, she looked up just in time to receive a long
streamer of semen across her face, into her eye, across her lips, and
over her hair and ears.  Pete finished his large load on her upper
chest and breasts.

"Wow, cool," proclaimed Josh.

"Oohh, gross." said Katy.  She started to wipe the semen out of her
left eye but Josh stopped her.  "Leave it there, Katy.  It looks
nice."

The two truckers, now sated, left quickly after they and Josh
confirmed their plans to communicate later for a second tryst.

As the truck pulled away, Katy and Josh got back into the car.  Josh
let her put her t-shirt back on but did not let her clean or even
disturb the cum that now dripped down her face, torso, and legs.  He
directed her to pull back onto the highway.

"Master, can I please go home now,"  Katy begged.

"Go home?  No.  We have a long day ahead of us and we haven't even
started it yet.  Our exit is not far."

Katy suppressed a tear.  A dribble of cum slid down from her nose and
onto her upper lip.  She could smell the musky odor of it as she
inhaled.

"Okay, Katy.  This is our exit.  We're almost there."


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