He only gets a little out

Pulling out of the club's parking lot, Bill tries to block out the pleading cries from the trunk as he turns up the radio. As the car bounces down the highway, the stereo alerts him that a voicemail was downloaded. Glancing at his phone, he can see a missed call a while back from Molly. Bill could only cringe at thinking what that might be about. He momentarily considers ignoring it, but the better angel beaten and battered on his shoulder manages to squeak through and guilt manifests in him calling her.

Turning down the radio, he shouts back “Shut it!” to the naked girl in the back compartment of his car.

Several rings come across his speakers before he finally hears his girlfriend’s voice, “Hello?”

“Hey,” Bill replies, “I noticed your call. I missed it earlier.”

“Oh, ya,” Molly replies, “did you get my voicemail?”

“No, just noticed you called, so I figured I’d get the whole story.”

“Ah,” Molly replied nervously, “were you, um, at the club tonight?”

“Ya,” Bill replies in a leading tone figure where this was probably going.

“Did, um, did you see Paul there?” Molly asked.

“Kinda...” Bill says keep up his cagey answers as he drove down the highway.

“What do you mean ‘kinda’?”

“Well,” Bill says taking a deep breath and too tired to think of an evasive answer, he just asks for clarification, “why was there as ‘Vyki’? I thought that was just for last night's party. And that dress....” Bill said shaking his head remembering how real those breasts looked through that transparency even though he knew they were fake.

“Ya, long story,” Molly replied evading details herself. “Do you think you could get him home safely?”

“Uh, already on the road,” Bill replied.

“Dammit!” Molly exclaimed before desperately asking. “How far? Could you go back??”

“Kinda,” Bill replied again.

“Dammit, Bill!” Molly yelled exasperated before calming herself to ask, “could you please turn around and get him home safely?? I got a damn migraine and he got stranded there.”

Bill knew it was the right thing to do, but also wasn’t comfortable with the reactions he’s been having. Seeing a gas station up ahead and pulled over so he could focus on talking it over with Molly before committing to it. “Just a second,” Bill replied as he slowed the car down and got off the highway.

Feeling the car jostle to a start and the transmission clunk into park, Jasmine reignites her pleading from the trunk through her sobs trying to convince her Sir she was earnest in her regret, banging on the back seat in hopes he won’t forget her in there.

Molly can hear the muffled, anguish yelling through the phone call right before Bill’s annoyance triggers him to yell to the back of the car, “I said ‘shut it’, cunt!!”

“Bill,” Molly asks, “do you have someone tied up in your back seat?”

“No, uh, no,” Bill replies half honestly even as her moans and pleading continue.

“Bill, I can hear her. What do you think Jas did this time?” Molly said recognizing Bill’s long term live in’s pleading.

“Look, its fine, just a little corrective action for an infraction,” Bill said trying to play it off, “you were saying?”

Molly could still hear the pleading, but one thing she knew about Jasmine was that she was not the type to whimper and plead. She’d proudly take her beatings and abuses even if she didn’t agree with them. For him to have her in this state, she is likely truly regretting whatever happened and honestly scared as she doesn’t scare easy; in all likelihood, Bill’s gone over the line. “Bill, we’ll get back to that, but what did Jasmine do to deserve to ride around gagged in the backseat.”

“She’s not tied up or gagged,” Bill replied succinctly.

“Bill, what is it?!”

Jasmine’s whimpering had quieted enough that she recognized her ‘sister’s voice even if she couldn’t make out the sound and started yelling into the backseat hoping she was around “Molly!!!! Molly!!!!! Tell him I’m sorry!!!! Please!!!!! Let Sir Bill know I didn’t know; I’m sorry!!!!”

Hearing Jasmine’s muffled voice but too clear to be gagged, Molly pressed on, “Bill, where is Jas and why does she sound like she’s in a covered well??”

Bill mumbled in response “shesinthetrunk.”

Molly could tell he was hiding it even though she couldn’t make out, “what was that?”

“She’s in the trunk,” Bill finally said exasperated.

“She’s what?!?!?” everyone on Molly’s side of the call said in near unison.

“Someone there with you?” Bill asked.

Molly did her own lying and said, “it’s just Katie,” before she admonished Bill, “Bill, you know that is not safe and not even the least bit kinky!!! Get her out of the trunk and into the car before I have the cops track your ass down!!!”

Bill could tell that was definitely not the teasing or playful tone from Molly. “Fine,” he said as he reached to the backseat and pulled down the pass-through hatch that was the back of the bench seating.

A disheveled, sweaty, dirty, and naked Jasmine came bounding out of the darkness and wrapped her arms around Bill from the back seat as she buried her face into his arm, “I’m so sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to dishonor or disrespect you! I didn’t know she was our newest sister, Sir! I would never have ever questioned or suspected her! I know one of your girls would ever want to take away from her sisters and I should have known you would already only have allowed a lascivious girl near you if she were of your group, Sir!”

“There’s a new ‘sister’?!?” Molly asked surprised. She was never really big on Bill’s whole ‘sisterhood’ thing, but it was at least comradery she had with them, and they could console and work with each other. However, she wasn’t even aware he had begun training a new girl let alone ‘promote’ her to ‘sister’.

“Oh, God, Molly! It’s you,” Jasmine said wiping away tears and phlegm trying to be a little more presentable even though she couldn’t see her through the audio call. “I figured you would have known; I didn’t think about it being a surprise with your sister-in-law.”

“My sister-in-law?!?” Molly in total shock.

“Uh, ya, Jasmine got to meet your sister-in-law, Vyki, at the club tonight.” Bill tried to explain without revealing Paul’s identity to Jasmine. “She and Jasmine got to.... meet at the club tonight.” Bill said dancing around so many details.

Jasmine feels bad that she let out a secret from her new ‘sister’ she didn’t even know after basically attacking her for accusing her of trying to take Sir from her; guilt really started to eat at her. “I’m so sorry, Molly! I didn’t know she was trying to keep it a surprise! Please don’t be mad at her; I’m sure she was going to tell you soon.”

Molly’s own ‘initiation’/’graduation’ went through her head as she recalled her other sisters’ descriptions of their experiences and how they were all rather similarly intimate and submissive. As far as she knew, Bill & Paul hadn’t even met in person before tonight since before isolation; the whole physical training thing was supposed to be remote and virtual. What had Paul (or was it really ‘Vyki’?!?) done with ‘Sir’ Bill after all? “Oh,” was all an overwhelmed Molly could seem to utter.

Katie could see Molly was a little shell-shocked, so she went ahead and jumped in. “Hey, Bill, it’s Katie.”

Jasmine could see Sir Bill perk up at Katie’s voice. She knew Katie was in someways his white whale as she refused to have anything to do with him the few times they’d met, but she also knew now was not the time to be bringing up jealousy and tampered down insecurities as she rubbed her bare arms while she pulled back into the back seat some.

“Hey, Kates. How goes?” Bill said, trying to sound suave.

“Ya, Molly is a bit worried about.... ‘Vyki’ being alone at... the club,” Katie replied trying to hold down the bile she felt just from hearing Bill’s voice while at the same time trying to maintain Paul’s ‘persona’ with whatever it is that is going on. “Could you go back and pick her up? Give her a ride home for Molly?”

Jasmine suddenly lit up at the possibility that she could fix the situation with her ‘sister’ and potentially redeem herself in Sir’s eyes. Practically leaping her naked form back towards the front seat, she emphatically pleaded, “Please, Sir Bill! Can we please go back to get her and take her home?”

Bill was a little surprised at her sudden jump forward and couldn’t even jump in before she kept going dropping the other shoe, “You had already agreed to give her a ride home for helping you before I blew up at and attacked her in the girls’ room.”

“What?!?” Molly asked, knowing what that probably meant.

“I don’t know,” Bill said trying to dance out of it.

Jasmine looked back and forth outside the windows for the first time finally recognizing where they were at based on the gas station they were there, “we’re not that far, Sir; we can go back, get her, give her to Molly, and...,” Jasmine sat up on her knees in the backseat to get her nipples close to Sir’s face to emphasis what she was about to see, “leave you plenty of time to drive home and do whatever You need to punish Your insulate cunt, Sir.”

“Bill,” Molly said with impending fear, “what happened at the club?” She knew Jasmine wouldn’t be volunteering herself up so fully unless she was wildly horny or done something incredibly wrong. With her being in the trunk earlier, she figured it was Bill’s impetuous response to the latter.

Katie could see this diverging into a deep explanation taking even longer, so she jumped in, “How about Bill goes right now,” Katie says emphasizing the last two words, “to get Vyki before it gets later and bring her home where we can hear all about it. Sound good?”

Molly started to object until she saw the haggard look on Katie’s face and silently nodded in agreement.

Bill was almost frustrated at himself for being distracted by her bare breasts; he’d seen hundreds of naked boobs in real life, but he never got tired of physically manipulating them. However, shaking his head to break out of it to respond to Katie, he saw a shadowy figure walking away from the gas station in the next lot in the direction of his car before looking back up at Jasmine. “Ya, I guess we can go get... her. We should probably get Jasmine something to wear too.”

Jasmine smiled at realizing Sir was looking to let her back into good gracious. However, she looked up where he was looking and saw the man walking in their direction. Realizing she was still completely naked; she quickly fell back into the back seat floorboard as Bill turned back to the front to start driving.

With Jasmine clearly out of site, Bill dropped the car into gear and headed back to the highway. He had to wait for an SUV and a couple cars to pass, and then pulled out heading back to the ‘club’ to try and get Paul... er... Vyki... er.... ‘what the fuck is with these damn jeans?’ Bill thought as he readjusted his crotch again.

As they hung up the phone, Katie looked at Molly, “what’s got you so spooked about them meeting at the club? And I thought that whole ‘sister’ thing was that you & Julie went through Bill’s ‘special’ training; what’s that about?”

Molly sat there for several seconds trying to gather her thoughts. Was this what Paul wanted all along?? Was Lou really the start or was it Bill?? What were they doing???

“Molly?!?” Katie said trying to break her friend’s attention.

“Oh, ya, well...” Molly said as she looked at her friend as well as the two guys on the video conference while she took a deep breath to try to explain the experience, she knew of...