Go for a ride

"Alright, time to get dressed." The one that had assfucked her said.

"What for?" she asked, indignantly.

"We've got a new **** rehabilitation program. You've already went through the first step. Now, you've got to finish the course before we can let you off the hook," he said, a smirk on his face. Sandra knew this was going to be a very, very long night.

   She didn't even bother putting on panties.  Sandra popped 6 birth control pills, and slid her low riding camo pants back on, and pulled her Primus top on without bothering to even search for a bra.  

   The men straightened themselves up, and poked around in her CD collection.  As she was peeling the tight tank top back over her body, one of the said "You actually listen to this shit?  Goddamn, I'd have to be on **** too enjoy this."  She looked at him with the "You-just-fucked-me-in-the-ass-and-stuck-your-dick-in-my-mouth-afterwards, what-more-do-want-from-me?" look.  He shrugged his shoulders, and said 'I'm just sayin'..."

   They nudged her out the door.  Outside, a non-descript black van was parked in front of her VW Beetle.  The one who was grinding on her face opened the sliding panel door with a cynical bow.  She chuckled and smiled just as sarcastically, and stepped in the van.  The interior was, as outside, non-descript.  It could have been any van with plain gray everything.  

   They piled in, and didn't waste any time in getting going.   The one who had slid beneath her and fucked her pussy sat beside her, smoking a non-filtered cigarette.

   "Where are we going?" She asked.  The driver turned to her, and with a smirk on her face, said...