You gotta do what you gotta do.

You brace yourself for what you're about to do. I can't believe this is happening to me... You take a deep breath and open your mouth over the head. Your lips touch first feeling the firm surface of his tumescent cock. You hesitantly begin sucking the head. "That's right... keep going... deeper.", he moans. Your eyes pop open as grabs your head and pushes down. GRRG! You gag as he forces the meat shaft down your throat. GRRT! GRRT! You could see why girls didn't enjoy this that much.

He let you up and you gasped for air. "Well, if that's too much for you, turn around and show me your pussy.", he commanded. You froze. Sucking that dick was not as bad as you thought it was, but you did not want him inside you. "Well, what's the problem girlie?", he tugged at the waist of your pants. "I... uh...", you mewled. "AGH, I knew you were playing some game! C'mere bitch!", you tried to get away from him but he had a hold of your pants, he jumped on top of you pressing his dick your ass with half the pants down.

He smushed your head into the car door and stated plainly, "This dick is going inside of you and there's nothing you can do about that." He rubbed himself between your buttcheeks and pulled down your pants and underwear. He rubbed the tip of his cock on the edge of your pussy in circles then rubbed the bottom of the head back and forth. You squeezed your eyes shut and braced for penetration when blue and red lights suddenly started flashing.

"SHIT CHARLIE! IT'S THE 5-0!", the driver shouted in panic. "God damn it... of all the fucking times to be interrupted...", Charlie muttered. He pulled your pants back up, pushed you away, and you sighed a sigh of relief. "Listen bitch, if you don't play this cool, someone's getting killed tonight, and I'll make damn sure you're going with me.", he held a pistol in his lap and then slipped it under his thigh.

You just nodded and your eyes watered with tears.

He **** everyone to put their seat belts on and "act normal".

The driver pulled to the side of the road and rolled down the window. The officer got out and ambled over to the driver's side, pointing the flashlight at everyone inside. "License and registration.", the officer said sharply. "Just a minute officer...", the driver politely responded. It seemed like he had done this a thousand times before.

The officer looked at the documents and began interrogating everyone in the car. "Do you know you were swerving all over the road, sir?", he points the question at the hippy driver. He must have been getting off watching us, you think. "No officer, I had no idea.", the driver responds sounding as innocent as a saint. "Well, you were. Are there any **** or weapons in the car?", he asked as he shined the flashlight on you and the bald man.

"No sir." the hippy responds. "And what about you ma'am?", he directs the question at you and shines it directly into your eyes. You freeze. You can feel the pressure of the man next to you, the officer with his hand on the gun on his hip, and the driver all trying to keep the situation from escalating. You stare at the seat in front of you numb at the situation, scared to ****, too scared to move, too scared to not move.

You **** yourself to turn, smile, and say weakly, "Oh, I'm ok. You know, road trips." Everyone in the car can feel your anxiety. "Are you ok ma'am? You seem nervous.", he asks again. Everyone knows the jig is up. "One moment sir, I'm going to run you through the system.", he informs the driver. Both of the men relax, but you're still scared out of your mind.

You see the officer talk through his walkie talkie for a few minutes and then return to the car. "Please step out of the car sir." That was not what they wanted to hear.

Tires squeal as the driver steps on the gas and drives away, jerking everyone backward from the momentum. The police officer begins pursuit.