He stops your exit.

'You're worthless, Emily,' you think as you fumble with the door handle to the man's car. The girl with the most reason to remain chaste has been reduced to a cock sucking whore anyway. You hold back a sob as you finally grab the handle and open the door. You aren't sure where the hell you're going to go from here; and you don't really care at the moment. The road is deserted and and you have no idea where you are. Even if you find your car again; you still have the flat to deal with. In short, this is not your best day ever.

But none of that matters. You just want to leave. You want to put this horrible man and his car behind you and never look back. 'Better get used to it,' you think miserably, 'you're nothing but a damn, slutty skank now, Emily. This is all you can look forward to from guys as soon as this story gets out.' And to make matters worse, you swear you can still feel him moving in your stomach. Squirming and wiggling.

You begin to get up out of the passenger seat when you feel his hand circle your wrist. With one quick tug, he's pulled you back to the seat beside him.

"Hey hey hey," he says gently as one of his grubby hands tries to caress your cheek. You turn your head away without replying. Every spot he touches feels dirty. "Where you going my little cocksucker?" You shudder as a sob does escape this time. He pronounced cocksucker with the same love and affection that your father used to call you Princess. Your stomach churns.

"I just want to leave," you finally reply meekly.

"Don't you want to get that car fixed and back on the road?" he asks; his voice full of concern.

Is he crazy? How can he be so calm and caring after he just **** my mouth?!

"I'd..." you start, trying to tread carefully, "I'd really just like to go home."

"Wouldn't that be easier with your car fixed or with a taxi?" he presses as his fingers move from your cheek to your lips. With one quick movement he runs one of his fingers across your lips. You jerk your face away, believing some new **** was about to begin. Instead he just holds his finger in front of you. You realize that he's just wiped off a drop of his cum that must have been hanging from your bottom lip.

You squeeze your eyes shut in misery and turn your head towards the window. It's bad enough that you that you can feel it in your belly without it being **** before your eyes. Can't he just let you forget?!

With your eyes closed, the only warning that he's moved his hand is when you feel it brush against your inner thigh, beneath your skirt. In a flash you open your eyes wide in panic. If you touches your pussy with that drop your life will belong to him forever! In a move born of terror you thrust your hands between your legs, pinning his hand against the seat, less than in inch from your pantied crotch.

Fast as lightning your options run through your head. As worthless as you feel at the moment, and as perverse a thrill the thought of being under somebody's complete power provides; you do NOT want to be this mans whore forever. But as the smirk tugs at the side of his lips again; you realize that he's certainly stronger than you and if he decided to push forward that last inch; you can't stop him. You've got to refocus him elsewhere, and fast!!