Second Door To The Left (Author: Ring-the-Gagged)

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right above the scene, she suddenly realized that she knew the name of the woman and how she got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold right beneath her.

"Isn't this great Alicia?" Came George's voice over the roaring winds of the great outdoors, his beaming face and bright silver truck aglow with a joy ill-befitting the endless stretch of badlands that ran from horizon to horizon.

"NNNNN!" Alicia screeched back, tossing her head back and forth with such vigor that drool came streaking off her ball gag, splattering over the windscreen behind her, only to be swept away by the wipers and mixed in with the dirt. How could he possibly think this was 'great'? ...This was what she got for dating one of 'those' guys, the types that make 'owns a nice car' their entire personality. If she wasn't already terror-screaming as loud as the gag would allow, she'd be tearing into him worse than last week when she told him off for caring more for his car than her.

"See babe? I got your number. Now when people see how nice my car is, they'll be seeing your pretty face and fuckin' great honkers too!" He cheered, giving a pair of honks in what she was sure he thought was a very funny joke. No. It wasn't! It was a worse joke than being woken up to the sensation of your own tits bouncing halfway to your face because your dipshit boyfriend sees speed bumps as more of a challenge.

"Mmngh!" She squeaked as he swerved towards some much rougher road, the wheels sending rocks every which way... several right up into a veritable wall of pebbles that came pelting back down at her. Her latex 'matching finish' helped protect most of her, but without so much as a bumper sticker on her tits, they were left to feel strike after strike upon her bare flesh. One even managed to get caught right under one of her tits as they bounced once again, leaving her with an irritation not unlike that of a pebble in one's shoe, only beneath flesh far less developed for withstanding prolonged exposure to roughage.

"God... everyone's gonna be so jealous of my new mods, babe!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her back through the door.