Lucy gets taken for a ride

Lucy knelt in the warm darkness of the back of the delivery truck. Sitting back on her haunches and surrounded by boxes, the vibrating engine hummed teasingly through her naked body. The thin crack at the bottom of the truck door let barely a slither of light into the confined space, just enough to catch a reflection off of her collar’s tag and send little points of light dancing onto the walls around her.

She rocked back and forth, left and right, with every movement of the heavy truck, the swaying tag magnifying every motion. Lucy had no way of knowing where it was going, but for now, the naked brunette was just grateful to be off of the street and somewhere no one could see her.

Hanging her head in self-pity, Lucy tried to work out how on earth she’d ended up in this situation, or how her day had gone so badly wrong. She had never felt more on-edge and panicked than she did then - naked, kneeling in the back of a truck - miles from home, miles from any clothes.

From the cab she could hear muffled conversation blasting from some talk show on the truck’s radio. Though she couldn’t make out any words Lucy thought, for just a moment, that she caught someone saying her name…

Without even realising she was doing it, the confused brunette's fingers slowly stroked down her bare navel and came to rest against her warm, tingling, sex. Like her body was just **** to do something to release the tension and anxiety inside her, it turned to her primal, instinctual need to relax and pushed her to unthinkingly do the only thing she could. Lucy couldn't help but moan, her voice quiet and breathless, as her fingers slowly, soothingly, massaged her wet pussy. To Lucy, she wasn't masturbating, it was as reflexive as tapping a foot impatiently or pacing back and forth - it was just her body's way of doing something to try and control the hurricane of adrenaline and humiliation that was raging inside her. Doing it helped her think...

“Just get to Max’s…” Lucy tried to reassure herself, waving off what she was hearing as paranoia. She knew she was on edge and she had to keep telling herself than when she got to her boyfriend’s house things would be okay. She’d get clothes, find Max and Kim, they’d have the key and unlock the stupid collar, then she could go back to the dorm… she could calm down and everything would be okay before tomorrow…

Her fingers worked in more frantic circles.

“Oh god… tomorrow!” Lucy gasped, instinctively covering her breasts with her free hand at the thought, “Mom and Dad…”

The fretful panic in the back of her mind increased again, causing her whole body to spontaneously flush a brighter shade of pink as blood rushed to all the wrong places in shame. Between her legs her soothing fingers worked in faster, more anxious little circles. The naked girl moaned out softly, somewhere between shame and arousal, her whole body was aflame with conflicting feelings.

Lucy knew she had to get out of this stupid collar by tomorrow… she couldn’t hope to explain it to her parents!

"Stay calm... stay calm..." she panted, pleading with herself.

Without warning the truck stopped, sending the naked brunette sprawling backwards against a pile of boxes. Lucy couldn’t help but wonder whether they had arrived on Max’s street already.

The sudden loud noise and bright light of the rear door opening caused Lucy to instinctively let go of covering her own breasts to shield her eyes instead, her face turning crimson when she looked out into the smiling face of Paula – realising she was giving the girl a perfect view of her whole bare body - including her pussy, now obviously pink with arousal.

“I’m sorry about this – I know you want to get this over with quickly but I have to stick to my route. Just a few stops first I promise, then I can let you go, okay?” Paula smiled sympathetically as she grabbed one of the smaller parcels out the back and, before Lucy could say a word in protest, slammed the truck doors again.

Lucy could only mewl helplessly… ‘let me go’?