A Night of Romance is Interrupted.

So there you are, Emily, handcuffed in the trunk of a wannabe rapists car wondering what's going to happen next. 'He's going to take advantage of me,' you think in absolute misery, 'he's going to **** himself on me and I won't be able to stop him.' You hold back a sob as your thoughts continue to the inevitable conclusion. 'And then the curse will take hold and I won't want him to stop.'

Your misery becomes panic as the car you're trapped in roars back to life and, by the sound, squeals rubber back onto the road. You aren't sure how long you lay crammed in your tiny prison. Not long truthfully, but the trip seems so much longer as visions of 'Rod' and his rod keep haunting your thoughts. Almost worse is the tiny tiny feeling of excitement that comes from the thought.

Finally you hear the car pull off of paved road and onto gravel. Even then, it's another couple of minutes before you finally pull to a stop. 'I can't let him do this. I have to fight, no matter what,' you think as you hear him exit the car and his footsteps coming closer.

With a click the trunk opens and you are blinded by the bright sunlight that streams in. "Wooooooeeeeee," you hear him whistle down at you as you practically feel his eyes roam over your body. Finally you manage to look up at him and the view makes you shudder. He looms above you, one hand resting comfortably on the trunk door, the other slowly rubbing a growing bulge in his pants. "You wait and see," he says huskily, "before long you'll grow to love it." He pats his crotch just in-case you somehow hadn't grasped what he meant by 'it.'

Finally, he releases the door and brings that hand down to rest on your leg. "Please don't...." you beg as he begins to move up your body. Rubbing and caressing, he makes his way up your outer thigh before he circling his arm around to claim a handful of your ass which he squeezes until you cry out.

"See," he says as if he'd just won the argument, "told you you'd like it. Now I think it's time to explore the rest of that gorgeous body. What do you think about that?" His tone says that he's genuinely curious about what your answer is; but experience tells you by this point that it doesn't matter either way.

"Daddy!" a beautiful female voice rings out before you can say a word. In an instant, the look of lust in Rod's eyes is replaced by surprise and then panic.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. You don't see where he pulls it from; but an instant later, the syringe is in his hand. Your eyes go wide with fear and you realize that that voice may be your only chance for escape.

"Hel--," you start to cry out before he muffles you with his grubby hand while the other presses the needle into your skin and pushes the needles plunger. Almost immediately you feel your muscles go limp. You aren't actually rendered ****; but you can't move a muscle on your own and even your thinking feels fuzzy. With a sneer he slams the trunk closed.

"Hey precious," he says happily as the sound of the woman's feet approaches, "I thought you'd be gone already. What happened to that date?"

You hear her plant a kiss on his cheek before she responds, "I was going to Daddy but he called. His car died and he can't get all the way out here."

"Awww..." says Rod gently, "that's too bad sweetie. So you're just gonna stay home this evening, huh?" You can hear the apprehension in his voice. He was hoping for an evening alone with you. Whoever the other person is, his daughter you assume, doesn't know what kind of thug he is and he doesn't seem to want her to find out.

"Actually, Daddy," she says in an amazingly sweet sounding voice, "I was hoping to borrow your car. Please Daddy please? Pretty Pretty please?"

The idea clearly catches him by surprise, "Uh... my car.... well..."