He kept driving

The man, who had still not given Charlotte his name, stepped back and smiled as he ran his eyes over her shapely body. He leered at her large breasts, and lingered at her barely concealed vulva. Her captor seemed to be considering what to do for a long while before finally sighing and closing the door.

A moment later, he was back in the driver's seat and the van was moving down the dark road. Charlotte sat quietly and thought to herself. She was scared. She didn't know who this man was, where he was taking her, or even how far away she was from the city. The rear windows of the van showed only the dark terrain immediately surrounding the gravel road. There were no landmarks, only dark trees, and what might have been fields.

The young woman was also unimaginably horny. Her juices leaked from her groin and made her thighs slick. She was so close to realizing her fantasy of being **** to a man's whim, but he still hadn't sealed the deal. She was frustrated, and the motions of her moist thighs against her freshly waxed labia only teased her without providing any hope of relief.

After a while, the stress and excitement from her ordeal got the better of her and Charlotte, reluctantly, fell into a fitful sleep. In her dreams she was being beaten and fucked just like she had fantasized about.

A faceless man stood over her, spearing her pussy on his long shaft. He reached out with his featureless arm and slapped her sensitive boob, sending the flesh dancing across her body. Someone behind her **** his hard member into her tight anus. In the waking world, Charlotte had never been brave enough to put anything up there. In the dream it hurt, but it also felt good. She even smiled at the intrusion until the man wrapped his hands around her throat. She floated in her dream, immobile while the two featureless men **** her body to give them the pleasure they sought.