Then like a miracle a second car, a red sports car with open roof stops next to you. "Wow look at you, must be my lucky day!" says the middle aged man in the driving seat, your eyes well up and you begin to cry.
"Please save me I have nowhere to go, I'm sorry I'm sorry please" you cry out in desperation, slowly approaching the car. Hoping he'll take pity on you.
"Okay okay now come on in, stop crying, tell me what's going on", he states matter of factly and pulls open the door on the passenger side. You get in and immediately feel how comfortable the seat is, how sore you feet are. You allow yourself to feel a bit of hope, and gratitude to this man.
"I was kidnapped but I escaped, they beat me and **** me to wear this dress... they did things to me", you meekly explain, leaving out some details.
"What kind of things did they do to you, did they **** you to perform sexually for them? Please tell me in detail", the man asked with great interest. He put one hand on your shoulder to comfort you, stroking your hair and your neck.
"They put things inside me, inside my... pussy, they made me give blowjobs and chained me up so I couldn't resist, once they even put a ring gag in my mouth and used it whenever they wanted. I just felt so helpless and used" you explain looking down, you feel the hand moving down slowly and you look at the man. Is he smiling? And touching himself?
"Go on" the man says, his eyes lit up. "What?" is the only word you can manage. He snaps out of it, puts his hands back on the steering wheel. "Oh sorry this must be traumatic for you, miss...?". "My name is Johanna" and you just now realize that you're still wearing your pink sexy bunny outfit, a skirt and no underwear. You go on to tell him where you're originally from, how you were in a taxi when you were kidnapped, everything. Everything except for one tiny detail, you are... you were a boy.
"Why don't I drive you home? It's not too far out of my way"
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