Left with Trish in the van

No one else joins you in a van.

You gag lightly as you are **** to suckle on the cock shaped gag. You fall back against the wall, biding your time. Staring at Trish as she lies in the van with you, trying to meet her gaze. Through the wall you hear the muffled sounds of two cops chatting outside.

"Is that all?" one of them asks.
"Fuck. We underestimated fuckers. One of them managed to kick the can back into the air! Like what the fuck?! Then they all stormed out, toppled one guy, fought off three others and run towards the boat. Maybe the harbour police catches them, but small chance. Barman's gone too" The other answers.
"So... just these one? That's fuck all! What we gonna do?" first one asks.

You smile broadly, looks like most of the gang made it out. Still you two were stuck here, captured and awaiting fate worse then ****. **** and slavery. Leaning back against the wall, looking at Trish, you're trying to tell her you were sorry for this. It was you who recruited her.

You sniffle once before gripping yourself. It was going to be alright, you were going to get through this. The men out there were nothing more than a temporary setback.

The van doors open but no new people are brought in, only one of the officers walks in. You can tell he's high ranking because he's wearing complete pants, and not just a metal jock strap like beat cops. He picks up Trish from the floor, sits her up, and gags her too for the good measure, before leaving and closing the door.

Shortly after the van starts and drives away.

As the van starts to move you jump up and try to get close to Trish with hope that you can use one of your piercings to release you both from the cuffs...