Wasted Potential (fuckstop)
Abby sat shotgun, riding along with her boyfriend Gene coming back from weekend get away. Her amber hair flowing wildly in the wind as the droptop sped down the highway. She loved the feeling of the sun’s rays warming her smooth, bronzed skin. Her top billowed, giving brief flashes of her large, round breasts. She could feel Gene’s gaze every now and again while his hand rubbed between her toned thighs. Abby was a desert rose, a vision of what a woman could be if she wasn’t snuffed or bred as soon as she was of age. Gene had spent years fending off other men trying to get their hands on her, letting her mature into a near perfect model of raw sex appeal.
As they drove through the countryside, Abby thought of how much she hated it out here. At least in cities there were handsome men to gaze at her, here on the other hand, old hillbillys just leered and whistled at her. It disgusted her. She was grateful to Gene in this way, he laid claim on her and each year he registered her as an owned slut with the fuckstop administration.
Unfortunately, however, Gene had not been so diligent this year.
Pulling over to a gas station, Gene got out,
“I’m gonna run in and grab a few things and maybe hit the fuckstop on the way out,” he said stretching, “You need anything while I’m gone?”
“No,” Abby responded, disinterested. “I’ll just sit here and wait, I don’t really feel like getting groped at by some lowlife just for him to find out I’m taken.”
Gene nodded in response and walked into the gas station. As he did, Abby watched with a small amount of jealousy. ‘Why go to a fuckstop in some dingy roadside dump when she was sitting right next to him’ she thought, ‘it must be because he wants to snuff something.’ She figured.
Abby turned to her phone. She scrolled through socials, watching absentmindedly as posts flew up the screen. Most were of girls getting snuffed in some way or another. Abby was not super into snuff, all things considered. She liked to watch other girls die, sure, but she thought herself too good for such an end. No, Gene had a plan for her she was much more excited for; a long life being bred and fucked until one day Gene would turn her into a flashlight by removing her limbs and using her until she was ruined. Then, Gene would snuff her and toss her in some dumpster somewhere, a life fulfilled as a true slut. Her heart fluttered just thinking about it, but her daydream was suddenly interrupted by a sudden notification.
~Ding~
Hello, you have been selected to report to a fuckstop stop near you for usage. Thank you for your cooperation.
‘What??’ Abby thought to herself, ‘that can’t be right, Gene had me taken out of the registry after he declared me a breeding slut.’
Abby opened the notification, the app read:
You have been selected for use at a nearby fuckstop, please report there at once. If this has been made in error, please call our help desk. Thank you for your cooperation.
Abby dialed the number listed and called the help line.
“Hello, this is the fuckstop help desk, how may I help you?” A pleasant sounding woman answered.
“Hi, yes my name is Abby xxxxx and I was just called into a fuckstop but I should be on the breeding registry, my boyfriend has decided to breed me.” Abby explained, some small bit of panic in her voice.
“Oh I see,” the woman responded, “let me look you up.”
Abby could hear typing on the line while she nervously rocked in her seat.
“Ok Abby, it looks like a Gene xxxxx has sent claims for you the past 4 years, however the claim was due 3 days ago so you went back into the unclaimed list.”
Abby’s heart sank. She was going to die in some hick gas station fuckstop because her boyfriend didn’t remember to claim her.
“Is there anything I can do?” Abby pleaded.
“I’m afraid not,” the woman was very neutral in delivering Abby’s death sentence, “he would’ve had to claim you before you were summoned. Now that you have been, you must report as requested. Rules are the rules I'm afraid.”
Abby was devastated. Her wonderful plan of being an obedient slut for the man she loved was dashed by one mistake. She, a true one-in-a-million girl, was to die in this shithole of a gas station out in the middle of nowhere.
“Ok,” Abby said defeatedly, “I’ll report there now.”
“Excellent,” the woman over the phone said pleasantly, “ Do you require anything else before this call and myself are terminated?”
“No, thank you.” Abby said. With that, the woman thanked her for calling the support line and a loud thunk was heard before the line went dead.
Abby got out of the car and walked over to the small building beside the gas station. Inside, the air was hot and sticky, it hadn't been maintained in a long time. Most of the stalls were dirty, stained with old blood and sweat. The stalls didn’t even have a place to lay on them, girls just had to stand there and wait. She found one that was mostly clean and undressed. Her large tits falling out of her top, bouncing pertly as she pulled down her pants revealing her perfect, peach-shaped ass. Abby knew she was too good for this place, she deserved to be at one of those fancy fuckstops she had walked by so many times in the city, but that didn’t matter now. Now she was just fleshlight for some drunk trucker to use. She bent over the trap door which would soon receive her voluptuous body, put her head through the lock, brushed her amber hair aside, and pulled down the mechanism.
Her fate was sealed, and all she could do was wait.
As luck would have it, she didn’t wait long, a gruff voice came from the entrance just a few minutes after she settled in,
“Finally got restocked, was about to go snuff the cashier if I waited any longer.” Abby didn’t bother looking over to see the man, but she could smell him. His BO assaulted her nostrils as he sauntered up,
“Holy shit! Look at you! You’re the finest piece of meat this ole fuckstop ever did see!” A loud slap rang out as the man saddled up behind Abby. The man gawked as the slap sent tight ripples across the surface of Abby’s butt. Grunting, he pulled down his pants and lined up his cock behind her. It reminded her of how Gene would play with her ass, but she didn’t belong to him anymore. Abby belonged to this stranger for little of her remaining life.
He moaned as he penetrated her pussy. Abby groaned out of instinct, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but her body betrayed her. He rutted away, slapping her ass and groaning loudly as he went. Abby began to feel her body reacting, her pussy was getting wet from the use of her body without regard for her.
The man suddenly pulled out of her snatch and plunged into her ass, this time Abby moaned loudly, she might as well enjoy it. He fucked her roughly, bruising her ass with his slaps. Just as Abby could feel her own pleasure build, she felt him bottom out in her. A rush of warmth, she realized he had come. She had barely begun to enjoy herself, just the same she though, at least it’s over no-
“Abby?”
A familiar voice echoed through the room. Abby strained to look over at the entrance. In the doorway, there was Gene, mouth agape seeing her in the fuckstop stall.
“Not anymore.” The man behind her gruffly said, pressing the button.
THUNK
The guillotine dropped and Abby’s head rolled into the floor. Her body spasmed once and then went limp. Abby’s beautiful corpse lay there for only a moment, then the trap door below her opened and her perfect body fell into the darkness below. All that was left of Abby now was her head laying on the floor, a shocked expression still drawn across her freckled face.
“You can have the head if you want,” The man said to Gene, as walked by he patted him on the back, “she was the finest fuck I ever had. It’s a wonder someone didn’t claim her.”
THE END
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Just something I thought of and threw together. Haven’t written in forever so let me know what you think.