You are given a ride.

You start looking for something to take or someone to help when suddenly a dark figure makes the decision for you. Pulling up the latch of a car door it clicks softly open. Pulling it open you lean in and try to see if you can find keys or if the ability to hot wire a car would suddenly spring to mind when you feel a hand push down on your back, pressing you tightly against the drivers seat. “Lookie here. I go buy some beer and someone gives me a little whore as a gift.”

“Wait I wasn't... what are you going to do?”

His rough hands find their way up your skirt and you feel his fingers probe your holes, instantly a bit of wetness forms and you bite your lip so as not to moan. “No panties eeh whore.” You can hear him zipping down his pants and you know what is coming, he is going to fuck you. Taking hold of the gear shift for leverage you push back against his weight, sure enough your body lifts just a bit off of the seat. 'Wait? Am I stronger than him?' You think to yourself as he says, “Good I like it when they fight. You aren't going anywhere.” He chuckles and pushes up your skirt revealing your bare ass. A tiny piece of you says to fight back, kick this dudes ass, and get out of there. But as he leans in, pushing your legs apart, all you find yourself doing is arching your back a bit so he has easier access to your sweet little cunt.

“Oh no, I'm going to get ****.” You say trying your best to stifle the laughter that bursts out as just a tiny giggle.

“Such a sweet ass, I haven't ever had an elf.” He takes hold of your hips and in a single long thrust his cock slams up your asshole. “Oh, it's like fucking a vice, holy shit. It feels like you are pulling me in deeper. Fuck this is so good.” He says grunting the entire time, thrusting hard to emphasize every word.

“Damn, right for the ass. What a dick.” You say between clenched teeth. Your hands find your perky little tits, pull your top open, and roll and pinch your nipples as he rails your asshole. This continues for several minutes till your pussy just begs to be fucked, “Come on, fuck my cunt you asshole.” You yell back at him.

“Hell no, your ass is incredible. No way I'm stopping.” He keeps pounding away over and over, never even shifting position, simply content to do what he is doing.

“What the fuck.” You say still panting a bit, and take matters into your hands. Reaching down you hook a finger in your pussy and give your clit some much needed attention. He does manage to bring you to orgasm before he lets loose a spray of cum into your ass, but just barely. As he pulls back out finally you can't help but think the two guards did a much better job of fucking you.

Then to your surprise he grabs your legs and tosses you into the passenger seat, climbing into the car himself. Sticking the key in the ignition he looks over at you and says grinning, “I'm keeping you. Then looking up sort of he adds, “She is awesome.”

“Fuck that.” You fire back at him. That fuck is going to cost you, umm, exactly one car.” Balling up your legs you plant your feet against his side and kick forward as hard as you can. Sure enough he flies out of the car and onto the pavement.

“What the fuck?” He says picking himself up.

“Later asshole.” You call to him as you slide over into the drivers seat, throw the car in gear, and race off, slamming the door shut as you pull away. You can't help but dip your finger down between your legs and dip into the little growing puddle of cum leaking out of your ass onto the seat. Sucking your finger you even find he sort of tastes like an odd cheese, not terrible but not nearly as sweet as your last cum snack. “He didn't even taste good. What a jerk. Straight for the ass. What a jerk.” You can't help but smile as you race down the street in your “Borrowed” Sorta crappy little old coupe. You don't stop till you get to the drop site and drop the package in a locker where you were told you would find your payment. Thankfully it is there, you quickly look over the pay and see it is $100k as promised. As well as a follow up job from a man called The Wizard of Odds that hangs out at a place called The Pit, a massive arena where they hold all sorts of fights and other gladiatorial games and concerts.

Part of you says go for it, but as you don't look anything like you did when you arrived you know you need a new identity. Not to mention you still have a broadcasting bug inside of you that really needs to be removed or you are going to end up captured again.