Mrs Cleft?

"Oh God! It's Mrs Cleft!" you say out loud. "Stop the car and let me out! I don't care about your stupid tape!"

Dan rolls up your window and laughs. "Oh yes you do. You don't want anyone to know you're pregnant with that old geezer's baby! Well maybe I'll take it to the Adult Store and let them sell copies of it. I bet it would sell very well."

You sit there crying, your hands still covering your breasts. "What do you want from me?" you ask. You feel utterly defeated.

The light changes and Dan guns the engine. "That's more like it. Now put your hands down so I can see your boobs."

Dan reaches one hand over and continues to toy with your nipples. He pinches them hard, turning them bright red. They're already sore, and what he's doing doesn't help at all.

He suddenly whips the car off the highway and takes an exit ramp. Dan takes a right off the ramp, then drives through a brand new housing development that's still under construction. He finds a small dirt road at the end and drives back until he comes upon a small patch of woods.

"Let's go for a stroll through the woods, shall we?"

"Not for what you have in mind" you answer defiantly.

Dan backhands you across the face.

"I've had enough of you, bitch. Get the rest of those clothes off. NOW!" He screams at you like a man possessed.

You sob hysterically as you kick off your shoes. You lift your bottom up from the seat and slide off your shorts and panties. You work them down your legs and kick them off your feet.

"Now pick up your stuff and throw it in the back seat" Dan says to you. You quickly toss your shoes, socks, shorts, purse, and panties to the back seat with your top. You sit there cringing with your hands between your legs, and your arms masking your breasts as best they can. "Move your arms and hands, and spread your legs" Dan commands you. You comply as you put your hands down at your sides and spread your legs.

Dan smiles at you sadistically. "You have such a beautiful pussy, even pregnant."

He pulls a bag out from under the driver's seat. He takes a thick leather collar out of the bag and attaches it to your neck. Next he removes a chain from the bag and locks it through your collar, which, in turn, also locks the collar around your neck. He opens the door and gets out, tugging hard on your chain.

"Let's go, you fucking pig. Get out of the car."

You slide across the seat and step out of the car, barefoot, onto the ground.

"Please, Dan, can't we work something out?" You try to reason with him, but he's past the point of reasoning with.

Dan takes a duffel bag from the back seat and closes the door. "Pigs don't talk. They say 'oink'. But in your case, I think I'd like to hear you say 'suey', just like that character in 'Deliverance' did. Are you familiar with that movie, Joy?"