Yes

I didn’t think being stuck here naked was less safe than getting in her car, but Penelope’s secret would be safe if I did. I huffed for a moment, and then opened the door and got in. She already had a towel down on my seat, I imagine for sanitary reasons. I got in and didn’t bother to cross my legs or cover as I didn’t want to challenge her control of the situation and put either myself or Penelope in danger.

“Good choice getting in. Penelope really appreciates it. Not that she’ll ever know.”

At that moment I knew she wanted me to keep this a secret even from Penelope. On one hand that meant she didn’t intend for this to get out, on the other it meant I’d be completely alone in this. I wiped my watery eyes and tried to not show how bad she was getting to me.

“Just relax we’ll be there soon.”

I couldn’t relax, but I knew she didn’t really want me to. On top of being in this situation, the towel was rough and scratchy against my butt and the bottom of my slit. I took deep calming breaths, I knew she would just get off on me showing my discomfort, so I just focused on controlling my own temperament as it was the only thing I could control.

She turned on the radio and neither of us talked for a few minutes. A short while later she put her hand right on my inner thigh and I shuddered and held back on my instinct, which was to bitch her out or smack her. Instead I went to move her hand but even that might be too much so decided asking was better; being overly resistant would only lead her to show her power over me and that would likely be worse.

“Is that…”

She didn’t even let me finish.

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

I knew that meant I just had to stay silent and do nothing as she gently caressed me. She wasn’t gay, she had a boyfriend. And she had never hinted in any way that she was bisexual. No, this was just about humiliating me, showing that she owned me… and she did. She did until I could either destroy any evidence of Penelope having had sex, or until college.

We kept driving and I wanted to know where we were going, I don’t know what I’d do with the information, but at least I could prepare myself.

She moved her hand further up my thigh and I couldn’t help but release a hurried breath. She was so close to my slit, she’d barely would have to move to run her finger up it, or even push her way inside. I prayed for a moment she wouldn’t take it any further, but she just kept caressing. It only took a few minutes and I felt myself getting wet. I tried not to cry as I was proving that the towel was necessary. I couldn’t help but let a tear drop as she was already taking things this far and it had barely started.

“Don’t cry, it’s not going to be that bad.”

I wasn’t allowed to speak so I didn’t, but if she thought this was okay I didn’t want to ever approach her definition of bad.

The whole time cars kept passing on the other side of the street. I worried I’d be recognized or that they might see my tits, but it was late and dark so I just hoped they didn’t notice.

After a while we got closer to a residential area and I imagined we were going to her house. We pulled into the driveway and she stopped the car. She took her hand off my thigh and I brought my hand to my chest trying to comfort myself. She didn’t give me any time to process or think instead she just gave me new instructions.

“Follow me. Don’t doddle in the car or I’ll make you wait outside a minute for every second in the car.”

I didn’t want to stretch this out any longer so I immediately reached for the door and got out. I wanted to cover, but Penelope needed me not to. I looked around and saw no evidence of anyone seeing me; I tried to stay strong but I didn’t feel strong. I was stuck there breathing heavily, feeling incredibly **** and uncomfortable; this was not a situation I could have ever imagined myself in.

After realizing I was alone and seeing it as my only option, I pretty much ran following her to the door hoping to get inside as quickly as possible.

She looked back and watched me.

“It’s so nice to see your jugs bounce without a silly sports bra.”

I wanted to say something sarcastic as I finally caught up, but she must have read my face and to show that I wasn’t even allowed to show facial expressions of resistance she reached out and squeezed my left breast. She held it and kept squeezing. She felt she could touch me anywhere… and for Penelope I had to allow it.

It was very unsettling, as I realized how far I had fallen in just one night, so I just tried to focus on holding back my impending panic attack. She finally let go and I hoped the door would be open soon.

Finally, she unlocked it and I had no idea what was on the other side, I didn’t have a choice but to enter. I didn’t want to be out here a second longer than I had to so I closed my eyes and stepped through the doorway. I half expected a party where I was the main attraction and I half expected her boyfriend and Steven to be there to have their way with me. I held my eyes shut, afraid to look and find out my fate.

“Open your eyes.”

I wanted to wait, I just hoped that at some point I would build some resolve and be able to face this with some form of bravery. Unfortunately the resolve never came. I knew resisting was not going to get me anywhere so I finally opened my eyes…