The truck drive was grueling. The hard plastic bit Lena’s skin whenever the truck stopped. She tried to stabilize herself with her hands, but found no place to grip. Then her hands slipped over something cold and smooth and suddenly every noise was louder and clearer than what would've been normal. This had to be the touch pat to the headphones in her hood. She could hear the other Porta-Fuckies groan and moan when the truck bucked or drove through a curve. Heck, how many where there?

Suddenly the truck stopped and she heard the doors open. "The new girl should go first. Less trouble," one worker said. Then Lena started to feel a new moving sensation. A gentle swinging. Like flying. With a thud the plastic pot came to a halt and Lena felt panic boiling up. Now there was no escaping. No last minute taking ANYTHING back. She was now available for anyone to use. She was thankful for the amplified hearing, so she wasn't blind AND deaf. Maybe she would be able to hear what was going on. The workers fumbed. Then: "Good to go!" And the truck left. The place she was standing smelled like booze, faint urine and men. Already the first foot steps approached her.

A hand grabbed her chin and suddenly two fingers explored her mouth. Deeper and deeper they went till she gagged. They rested there shortly, then they left her. Drooling and in despair. "I think she's a new one!" , the man who stood before her proclaimed, "Ross come here. I've found a new one." Lena shuddered. Two men at once. She knew that could happen, but she had wished it wouldn't. She heard the second man walk to them. He smelled like cheap liquor. "You can hear us?", the first man asked and grasped her head again. She nodded weakly. "Amazing. You'll see we’re good at this. Had plenty of opportunities to practice." Both laughed. "You just need to relax." The second guy chimed in: "I have something nice to drink. That'll help you. You fine with that?" He opened a bottle and she smelled some sort of vodka. Lena knew that they could make her drink anything, so she just nodded. The vodka stung in her mouth, but already after the first gulp she could tell it helped. "Uuh. I'll use your ass first. It looks amazing." There it was again. The fear. Lena shook her head. "Mhmm." She squealed. "Oh. They forgot to make you secure." Lena made a noice of confusion. "They didn't secure your ass. So no one can use it. Happens often. We aren't bad people you know. We're willing to help. But for not using that big ass, you have to give us the best head you can give. As compensation." Lena nodded. "After that we'll see how we can help you. Maybe we can make sure that nice ass is safe in another way."

One of the men unzipped his pants and his penis rested at her open mouth. She stretched herself as much as possible and managed to get the tip in her mouth. The tube Stacy had forced down Lenas throat to make her unable to resist any penetration, held her mouth open and made it difficult, but somehow she tightened her throat. "This feels amazing. You're really a cock hungry slut." The man gripped the tether of her hood and pulled himself deeper inside. Then out and further in. She gagged, but tried to not spit out the penis. She could hear the man groan. "Ah shit, I should have wanked off before this. I'm not going to last much longer." He increased the speed and depth of his fucking. Lena gagged. This made her feel really light headed. Or was it the vodka? Then with a last groan and thrust he emptied himself into her waiting mouth. "Little cock hungry sluts like you are made for this." He explained as he patted her head. "Good slut." The second man said: "It's my turn. Look at how we protect her precious little asshole."

He was a little smaller than his friend. He inserted himself, then he said. "Bob, let you off easy with that fucking. I want you to earn my help. Fuck your throat with my dick." Lena raised her head and his dick sank down a little bit. "Too much." He said and rammed his dick back inside her throat. "Again." She tried a softer, nodding like movement. "Better. But tighten your throat." She did as he said. "Now a little higher and let your head go down deeper." She tried and he moaned. "Good. That's good. You're really cock hungry." He started to move his hips too, so her throat was deeply used by his dick. "You sure you don't want your ass used, you little cock lover?" He laughed. She tried to vocalize a response, but he used this moment to impale her throat further. "This is even nicer. You sure would feel amazing if you screamed." He seemed to think. "We can test that theory later. Resume fucking yourself." Lena did. Hopefully that would keep him peaceful and happy. Then the first guy reappeared. "You sure take your time," he commented to his friend, he continued to Lena, "We have three options. First we prep your ass better so you don't have to be afraid. Secondly we could put tape over it. That's not really secure, but noninvasive. The third and my favorite option is a plug. If we use one big enough that it can't be easily removed, it should keep you safe. But it would hurt." Lena tried to think, but her thoughts were blurry. What should she choose?