A fun little car ride to keep her occupied

Vyki’s mind slowly started spiraling further into despair as the large SUV continued to hurdle down the two-lane blacktop away from the remote area the dungeon had been in. She wasn’t even sure if it was the path home or not; she just saw dark trees, streetlamps, and the occasional lightly lite building. All she did know was that she was trapped among the 4 of them and at their mercy; she could only hope she was headed home but that seemed like an outcome that contradicted her current string of luck.

Vyki was broken out of her self-pity with a light touch to her chin as Doc Mock asked her while turning her face towards him, “why so glum, hun?” Vyki wasn’t sure how to relate to them or even if she could really trust them, so she fell back to her plastered-on smile and tried to play the part she had been ushered into and gave a light giggle as she said, “sorry guess I spaced out a bit, Sir.”

“Oh, good,” Mock said as he pushed her loose hair behind her ear as he lightly stoked her cheek. “I was afraid that ass hole and his bitch had soured your mood or hurt you.”

Vyki realized her other cheek was still glowing from Jasmine’s attack. She assumed there wasn’t any apparent bruising from it, so she was glad for that; she was not really in a mood to talk about that. Just smile, keep up the act, and she doesn’t have to remember that. With a bright smile, she responded “no, I’m fine.”

“Good,” Mock responded with his own grin, “I’d hate to miss out on an opportunity like this.”

Vyki smoothly softened get smile as she looked back and forth between his eyes trying to figure out what he meant. Her addled brain didn’t put it together until she realized he was leaning in closer, and she could actually lightly feel his breath. She opened her eyes wider in surprise at his action and quickly gasped, but that only seemed to communicate her excitement and grant him access to her mouth because the next thing she felt was his lips on hers and his tongue sliding in. Her futile attempt to try to voice an objection and came out too slow appearing as an interested moan through their locked lips.

Vyki was trying again to push brain to come up with an explanation when she felt a hand rubbing up her bare thigh. She went to move her hand to stop the arousing touch before it got too high, but she found her hands pinned to the seat against her companions.

Lance was enjoying watching this hot slut’s enthusiastic response to his touch and he looked forward to what it could potentially mean later. However, he wasn’t wanted the most patient man, and he wanted some action now. “How about giving someone else a turn?” he queried to Mock.

Doc broke the kiss and leaned his head forward and down, triggering Vyki to languidly follow his gaze. Seeing the other man’s hand stroking up the soft tender flesh of her thigh disappearing from view behind her chest, she swiveled her head up to ask him what he was doing. However, as she locked eyes with him, he gripped her thigh tighter as he twisted his body towards her eliciting a moan before he moved his unoccupied hand up to pull her into his own sensual kiss.

Vyki was startled again by the new intimate interaction but couldn’t help but notice the difference in his style from the other man. He seemed more sensual yet not as forceful as the other kiss. Vyki was chastising herself for comparing them when she felt the other man beginning to rub her other thigh. Just like his kisses, Mock’s grasp seemed to be more forceful and controlling, yet still tantalizing to her soft, sensitive thighs.

The contrast of Mr. Lance’s sensual caress of her thigh contrasted with Doc Mock’s strong manipulation of her flesh was playing havoc with her mental faculties; a whimper sneaked out during her kiss with Mr. Lance prompting Doc Mock to reach over and pull her head back from Mr. Lance. A squeak escaped Vyki’s lips as she panted as she let her face be moved by Doc Mock. He then proceeded to continue where he left off dancing his tongue with her.

Lance was happy to let his friend take a turn with their mutual companion’s lips while he turned his attention back to her supple thigh. Utilizing both hands, he sensually rubbed up and down her thigh. Noting the sensitive sections of her thigh were harder to reach at this angle, he lifted her knee up and wrapped her leg over his letting her heeled foot dangle between his shins.

Vyki could feel Mr. Lance moving her leg but couldn’t tell what he was doing as Doc Mock held her in the kiss. As his fingers danced over more of her inner thigh, she didn’t know if that was the intent, but the intimate sensation was elevating her arousal such that she didn’t care if it was intended or not; she was enjoying it regardless.

Lance noticed her relaxing posture and increased breathing; feeling carefully, he could even register her racing heartbeat via the back of her knee. Slowly moving his hand up to the back of her head, he gently patted her hair listening to her lightly moan before grasping a handful of her loose hair causing her to gasp as her head was pulled back from Doc Mock’s powerful lips. Trapped between the men with her hands pinned below them and her thighs manipulated, having her head flung around in her aroused state just caused her to feel spiraling out of control and her body seemed to be rushing to find every sensation to enjoy the ride. The vehicle seemed to shift around her as she watched the soft interior move before her eyes only to have Mr. Lance to appear before her eyes as his hand pushed the back of her head towards him. Opening her lips she accepted her next lip lock session from Mr. Lance.

As Mock looked at the scene next to them, he was appreciative of the view Lance provided with her adjusted thigh; he reached down and picked up her other knee and placed it over his legs. As he kneaded the girl’s thigh, he was glad she didn’t object and even moaned in response. The sight of her minuscule thong barely covering her mons pubis between her spread thighs was especially energizing to him. “How about coming back for more, dear,” Mock whispered in her ear. He nibbled lightly on her ear and was rewarded with another moan, but she kept up her passionate kissing with Mr. Lance. He then slapped her thigh to get her attention, “Now, deary!”

Vyki was quickly getting lost in all the sensations and attention. When the firm smack came down on her tender thigh, she was shocked away from her kiss with Mr. Lance and let out an audible gasp. Suddenly catching up to what he was wanting, she instinctively responded with, “Yes, Sir,” and turned her head to face Doc Mock.

Her mind was awash with hormones as the forceful lips and strong tongue continued to invade her, deliberate hands continued to caress one thigh as the forceful hand seemed to reduce in pressure, but still hold on in control.

A slap to her sensually controlled thigh broke her immediate kiss, and she couldn’t stop the moan escaping her lips from the mix of sensations running from her thigh up to her groin and over spine. “My turn,” Mr. Lance spoke to her, and she immediately responded, “Yes, Sir,” turning to offer her lips to him.

This pairing back and forth repeated several more times until the men next to her would merely stop their caressing and slap her sensual thigh. Vyki would ravenously moan and respond, “Yes, Sir,” as she eagerly sought out the other man’s lips to continue her impassioned make out session while they manipulated her open thighs.

Vyki lost count of how many times her head had shifted between the men she was trapped in the backseat with, but her body was almost disappointed when she felt the vehicle come to a standstill and the driver call out. “Okay, kids. We’re here.” Feeling the man current engaged with her lips pull back, Vyki languidly turned her head forward and through half lidded eyes saw both the men in the front seat staring up and down her body. Vyki’s brain finally realized in her current state her legs conveniently gave all the men in the car a clear view of her barely covered fake pussy while her equally fake tits were clearly visible through her dress. Part of her was thankful that the trip was done, and she could finally escape these prisons; however, there was a growing part of her that was disappointed they couldn’t finish their way with her.

Sir Ian got out of the car first, triggering the others. Sir Gin got out of the passenger side, but it wasn’t until Gin opened the backseat door that Mr. Lance reluctantly slid out from under Vyki’s spread thigh. Vyki took the opening to slide her bottom to the open door and shruggingly smiled demurely at Doc Mock while she slid her leg out from his grasp as she exited the vehicle.