Unique Burden

Taylor finally says, "I'll be the only one."

With a smirk and a flourish towards your car, you reply, "Well alright then ****, please hop aboard the humiliation express."

She rolls her eyes, groans, and brushes past you, then jumps into the car.

You drive away, considering your next moves. Taylor sits in the front seat, looking out the window. She appears to be forlorn, to say the least. You think you can help with that.

"Hey, Taylor, sex slaves don't wear clothes."

She blinks slowly, then turns to you. It almost looks like she's going to jump you for a moment, but then she sighs and starts to undress.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see her slip off her shirt and bra, exposing her nice tits to the air of your car. Her thighs are exposed next, and you drink in the sight while at a stop light.

She makes a slight sound of annoyance and disgust. In response, you simply say, "Oh, don't like it? Then give me a blowjob while I drive."

Taylor stares at you blankly, holding back her rage, then grimaces and starts to work at your pants to spring your cock free. As she does, you notice sirens all over the city. It's almost like there's been a huge crime bust, all on one day.

On top of that, there seems to be more commotion than usual, with lots of foot traffic and distant yelling. A dirty, naked woman runs by at one intersection, broken chains dangling from her wrists. That makes you pause, but you dismiss it, figuring that it's just a one-off oddity. Some people are closing up shop, while others are nervously going on with their day. You wonder if someone else has your power for a moment, but then figure it's a hell of a lot more likely that something strange is happening, like a riot or something. What the hell is going on?

Even if this doesn't mean that someone else has your power, which you still haven't completely thrown out of your thoughts, that doesn't mean that someone doesn't have it or something even more magical and powerful somewhere else. The thought is terrifying, to say the least, but you push it to the back of your mind. It's something to plan for later.

For now, you decide to only focus on driving, especially now that Taylor has started bobbing on your cock. Keeping anything in your head besides the road would probably cause the head you were receiving to lead you into some sort of horrific accident.

Groaning, you sink the fingers of your left hand into Taylor's hair, pushing her deeper on your cock. You feel the tight walls of her throat and hear a sound akin to "GACK GACK GACK" from your crotch as you continue to throw her up and down on your member.

For her part, Taylor lets you have her way with her, knowing that she has to as your sex ****. Or maybe she just doesn't want to see what you'll do if she disobeys you.

You feel yourself approaching the edge but hold back. After a few minutes of **** Taylor on your cock, you let her up for a full breath of air. She sits up slowly, panting heavily, sweat and spit dripping down her naked body.

You rub her head with an air of faux affection, then say, "Good job my little slut! We're at our first destination for the day!"

As Taylor looks out the window, her breasts heaving, her eyes widen.