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Chapter 8 by ElizaLariana ElizaLariana

Do I leave or do I stay? If I stay, do they have any requests for me?

I stay and Victor asks me to strip before putting on a pair of hand-cuffs

I'm glad when the driver and Victor have gone to get some food for us, mostly for me, who has done most of the work in the backseat. They get me a small meal as per my request, as I consider that consuming more than I can handle would be detrimental to the services I would give. After my meal, which I spend in the backseat alone, Victor returns to give me a request.

He produces a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, but he tells me to only put them on once I've undressed completely to my birthday suit. I give him an uneasy look, but I follow his request, given I'm still on the clock on the Fleshy app. I make no delay, but I don't rush in taking off my clothes. It is sort of a bland striptease for Victor, especially since I give him a light scowl every time I see his face, which wears a gloating expression.

Once I'm in the nude, I present my wrists to my client, but he wiggles his finger back and forth. He has me turn around so that the handcuffs bound my wrist behind me. He guides me to the backseat and positions me in a supposed missionary pose, my back horizontal, sitting atop my arms bound at the wrist. He further takes some twine and encircles each of my ankles, connecting them to hook mounted from the ceiling, hanging my legs somewhat upright with my crotch exposed to whoever would enter. To finish, he rips a piece of duct tape and pressing it onto my mouth, effectively silencing me from spewing any sort of protest. He further repositions the larger curtain that hides my nude body positioned in a very compromised state from the opening of the side door.

I can tell that we haven't moved from this spot where we've got food, though Victor did exit the backseat for a time after putting me in bondage. I can hear voices outside the door, which grow louder as they near the van. The door opens and I feel that someone has entered the backseat area. The side door closes and soon the van starts up and pulls out of the lot. Once we are moving the curtain is slid open, revealing...

Who is now in the backseat area of the van?

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