Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel by Anita Rimmer Page B

while later, Frank came back
upstairs, huffing and puffing.  He threw down a few bills next to my face and
then pulled out a knife which he used to cut the ropes around my hands.
     
    "There you go sweetie.  If you still
insist on leaving, here's some seed money for you.   You probably don't have as
much saved up as you think.  The world is an expensive and dangerous
place."
     
    He stood back up without removing my gag,
but my hands were free now so I could take care of it myself.  I fell over onto
my side and reached back to massage my sore, cum filled ass.  It was still
burning from all of the spankings.
     
    "Your clothes are in the
closet," he said.  He left me alone again and I lay on the floor for a
while, still rubbing my ass.  I finally pulled off the remains of the ropes and
tore away the gag.  I made my way to the shower, hoping this was the last time
I had to use this one.  When I was done, I got dressed and went down to my
room.
     
    When I got there, though, my mouth dropped
in horror.  The room was torn apart.  What little belongings I had, mostly
clothes, were everywhere - most of them shredded and ruined.  My mattress was
leaning against the wall and all of my sheets were lying in a pile on the
floor.  I knew immediately that my money was gone.  I had nothing left except
the forty bucks that Frank had thrown at me upstairs.  That and the clothes on
my back.  It wasn't enough to leave with.  I wouldn't make it more than a
couple of days before I'd end up begging on the street.
     
    Frank had figured out a way to make me
stay.  At least for a little while.   I should never have mentioned my money to
him earlier.  It was my own fault.  But I'll learn from my mistakes next time. 
And I'm not going to wait five more months, either.  Time to start coming up
with an exit strategy.

Week 22-23
     
     
    After losing all of my money and having
all of my stuff destroyed by Frank, I haven't felt much like writing lately.  I
had promised myself I would come up with an exit strategy but to be honest, I
haven't really given it a lot of thought.  As shitty as this place is, even
with Frank being a complete asshole, it was a roof over my head and filled with
familiar faces.  Flipping through my past entries I realize that I haven't
really talked about it much, but I have made a few friends here.  Well, maybe
friends is too strong a word, but there are people that I talk to almost daily
and laugh and joke with. 
     
    Jen, who works the cash.  Dave, one of the
cooks.  Even Fred who does some light maintenance is kind of fun to hang
around, although he often wants me to give him a quick blow job.  I do it, why
the hell not, but I kind of wonder sometimes if that's the only reason he talks
to me. 
     
    If I leave, I would have no one at all to
talk to, and nowhere to stay.  I need to think longer about what I want to do
and not act rashly.
     
    Anyway, something odd has been going on in
the last week.  There have been all sorts of strange men meeting with Frank in
his office with the door closed, and different people coming and doing
inspections of the various facilities.  Frank has had a bigger smile than usual
on his face as well, which always worries me.  In the past, whenever he was
overly happy it meant misery for me.  Not sure about this time, though, since
it seems like something bigger than just a surprise bukkake party.
     
    Sex wise, I don't even care anymore.  Guys
have been filling all of my holes up with their gooey loads and I barely even
notice.  I don't think I've had an orgasm of my own in a couple of weeks.  I
wonder if I'm just becoming numb to sex? 
     

Week 24
     
     
    So this week I was hit with some wonderful
news.  Frank is selling the truck stop.  Apparently that's what all of the
meetings have been about this week.  Frank brought all of his full time
employees together this morning and told us that he'd been offered a "very
sizable" offer for the truck stop