“Oh god, please let it happen soon!” Candice prayed to herself as she stood along the side of the road wrapped in tight red latex, her ass sticking out as far as she could get it.
She’d long since given up praying for it not to happen, that prayed hadn’t been answered in the months she’d been coming here and putting herself on display. No, now the prayer was just that it would be over quickly.
Of course, if there had been anyone listening to her prayer, she would never have met the bastard in the first place!
She still didn’t have any idea of who he was or how he’d done it, but there she’d been, shopping for groceries when he’d just waked right up to her, grabbed her by the waist, bent her over, and fucked her right there amongst the cauliflower and carrots.
He’d kept her for the next week at his side, slowly but surely making little changes to her. Like her brunette hair, her simple makeup, and her conservative clothing.
All gone now, replaced with what he wanted.
And still… she wasn’t sure if that was the worst of it or if the worst of it was when he’d left without her.
There was an aching need inside of her to see him again, to be fucked by him again, to be used again by him.
And so here she was, at the last place she’d seen him, where he’d left the last change to her mind firmly implanted there.
“Return here each week and await the fucking of your life.”
And that was exactly what she’d done for all these months since he’d left.
It hadn’t taken long for word to spread about the knock out blonde that let anyone fuck her on the side of the road, and now there was always someone that came along and use her, it was only a matter of how long it took.
She felt a hand come to rest on her ass and a smile crossed her lips, it had only been 30 minutes this time.
The sound of the zipper running up it’s race and spreading her dress in two made her gasp, only for it to become a moan as the man slipped into her pussy and started fucking her.
A wave of disappointment crashed over her, it wasn’t him, but at least after this one had finished she’d be able to go home and have the rest of the day to herself.
Perhaps next week it would be him… but probably not. Deep down she suspected she’d never see him again, that she’d spend the rest of her life, coming this very place and being fucked by random men… at least until the day came that no one wanted to fuck her any more.
And again, she wasn’t sure which of those was worse, being fucked randomly, or not being fucked at all.
