So I try to close my eyes and imagine I'm elsewhere.

But as soon as his cock pushes in past my lips, the taste of it overwhelms me. I would gag, but my body, frozen as it is, doesn't react at all. Thankfully he's small, and just barely enters my throat before my lips and smashed up against his sweaty fat skin, and his fat belly sags down over my face, nearly smothering me.

A moment later he pulls out of my mouth, and I can breathe again.

"I hope you're wet baby," he says.

His hands fumble with my dress, pushing it up over my hips. He pulls my thighs wide, and no matter how I try, I can't even lift a paralyzed hand from the bed of the van to stop him.

"Oh fuck you're a tight bitch aren't you," he says. A moment later he's inside me. I can feel everything, I just can't react.

His hot breath blows on my neck, and his meaty, sweaty palms grab and squeeze my breasts, mauling them, pulling them out the top of my clingy red dress.

It's hardly been a minute and his hips slam into me hard. His weight crushes me, makes breathing difficult and suddenly I feel the wet spurts of cum flood me deep. Hot and slippery they fill my cunt in a seeping series of bursts.

"Yeah, Jim's going to love you," he says. He slaps a pair of handcuffs onto me, and leaves the van. I figure that means I'll be getting control of my body back, and sure enough, I'm able to start moving my legs back and forth.

I know I should be mad, humiliated, anything, but I find myself feeling a strange letdown, that it ended so soon. And I find myself wondering who this Jim could be.