Drive Away

Acting purely on adrenaline, you crawl into the driver's seat. Frantically looking for the keys, your attention is drawn outside. A woman is running down the middle of the road, towards you. Behind her, a tall futa is closing the gap. The futa orgy outside the RV is stopped as each fucker pulls out and heads toward the screaming woman.

Your mind reels as you try to figure out how to help her, but your thoughts are broken when you see Amber pounce and drag the woman to the ground. The other futas are not far behind. They fall onto the pile and begin ravishing her. From your viewpoint, you can only see the occasional flailing limb, but you can hear the woman's squeals of horror until, presumably, one of the futas fills her throat.

With a burst of clarity, you check the ignition and find the keys. You pull the RV around the gang bang and gun the ignition.

By the time you're a few miles down the road, your adrenaline has dropped, and all you can feel is overwhelming guilt and despair.

Soon you can't stop the tears, and you see a gas station ahead on the road. You pull behind it and park between some shop buildings. It's still dark, and you turn off the headlights. You sit in the dark, still gripping the steering wheel, and cry.