Head for the city

You pack up what little you have managed to scavenge and begin your journey to the rumored safehaven.

The nights are long and dark, life has long since left this area. The only proof of other survivors are the occasional screams, hopefully far away. One night as you search along the cold highway for a safe place to rest you hear panting and moaning; it's definitely human. You feel compelled to investigate.

The sounds are coming from an old, long abandoned car. As you approach you can see a shapely leg hanging out of the passenger side window, on the road below is a dropped heel. As discreetly as possible you peek into the car.

The woman inside is thrashing around the seat, her long blond hair is bouncing about and her face is spotted with beads of sweat. Beneath her dress you can see something rolling across her torso and over her small breasts. Her arms are free but rather than fighting the machine she has her hands behind her head, nails digging into the leather seat. Most of the machine's attention seems to be concentrated between the womans legs.

You still have a small charge left in your taser, perhaps you could help her?