Charlotte struck up a conversation

"W- where are you t- taking me?" Charlotte stammered. The young woman was scared. She didn't know what was going to happen to her. But even she couldn't be sure if she was stuttering because she was scared, or because she thought it might make her seem more desirable.

The grin that the driver wore as he looked at Charlotte in the mirror certainly said he desired her. "Don't worry, sweety," the man said in a greasy voice. "We're going to your new home. You'll like it there. You can get all the ass pounding you could ever want."

Charlotte couldn't help but react to that statement. She had, after all, gone to the park specifically for that kind of treatment. She unconsciously bit her lip as a shudder of desire shot through her body. Still, she felt obligated to resist. "Please let me go," she said as conflict rose within her.

The man scoffed, "You can't fool me, sweety. A girl walking through the park at night with that much makeup, no weapon, no panties, and handcuffs? You knew exactly what you wanted. And I'm gonna give it to ya, just as soon as we get back to my place."

Charlotte rubbed her thighs together as her captor recounted how slutty she had been. Thinking back on it, it was hard to believe she'd gone through with it. The thought was kindling a fire of arousal in her belly.