Charlotte pleaded with her kidnapper

"Please," Charlotte begged. "Please let me go." As horny as she was, the girl's fear was starting to win out. She didn't know where she was, where she was going, and noone would even know she was missing for days.

"Sorry, cutie," the man said from the front seat, "I'm afraid that we're both committed at this point."

"I won't tell anyone, I swear!" Charlotte almost screamed. This wasn't going how she had wanted it to. Or was it? She couldn't tell anymore.

"Honey," the man started in a condecending tone, "if I kicked you out here you'd be lucky if anyone found you before you got eaten by a cougar." That sentence was suddenly very sobering for Charlotte. "No, I'm going to keep you for my own. You can be my housekeeper and fuckslave."

Charlotte thought the man's statement over for a minute. Were there really wild cougars out there? Would they really eat her? Charlotte was from the city, and didn't have any idea what an animal like that could do. She wasn't sure she really believed the man. But the way he said "fuckslave" really turned her on.

"But, I," she started.

"No buts," the driver almost shouted. "Now be quiet or I'm going to have to come back there and shut you up.