To the car

With your hands still locked behind you they dragged you out to the trunk of their car and forcefully shoved you in.

As the trunk slammed shut your mistress yelled out, “this is what you want.”

You struggled at first but eventually just gave up. Your throat was so sore and dry you were drying for a drink, but it was nothing in comparison to how your ass felt.

“This is only the first night,” you thought in terror, “ And there’s going to be more of them there! We haven’t even gotten there!” You we’re terrified, and with that thought the car stopped.

You waited and waited as you could hear them leave and after a short time you heard wheels rolling across the floor.