Stop

You stop the car in front of the soaked woman. You're close enough now to see the fear and desperation in her eyes. You also see that she's stunningly beautiful and her clothes, now soaked and torn, look like they were quite expensive. She walks around to the driver side window. You open the window just enough to negate the sound isolation and let her speak. She stutters and shakes as she tries to tell you that she wants you to get out of the car.

You shake your head. "That won't do. But I'm willing to help you. Are you being followed?" you ask her. The woman looks around, clearly frightened. "Please, I beg you. I escaped but have nowhere to go here. I need to get to an airport, please. Please don't tell them. I will pay you." she rambles, but you're starting to puzzle the pieces together. If this was one of the women that had been ****, she was in serious danger.

"Give me the weapon, then I'll see what I can do for you." you tell her. The idea of having a mentally unstable person with a gun in your car is not very attractive to you. The gorgeous lady, her beautiful face bruised and bloodied, stares at you through the bulletproof window of your car. Her eyes looked down at the gun she still had clenched in her frozen hand and then back at you. She nodded in recognition before grabbing the barrel of the gun and holding the handle towards you.

You grab the weapon after lowering the window a bit further and check to confirm your suspicion. The safety switch was still on. You throw the weapon on the backseat of your car and look at the woman. If she was indeed one of the abductees, she could definitely be of use to you. And even if she wasn't, she was definitely in danger and you couldn't leave her here to die.

She was looking around frantically, pulling on the locked door handle in a **** attempt to get to safety. You're going to have to take her with you, that much is obvious. "Get in. I'll see what I can do for you." you repeat as you point at the backseat. You unlock the car, but the girl was already too panicked to do anything other than pull open your door and jump onto your lap. The joy of having this girl's ample bosom in your face is somewhat diminished by the knee that hits your crotch. The breasts are quickly replaced however by a mane of soaking wet hair as she twists herself around in an attempt to pull her legs inside of the car as well before closing the door shut.

She was panting from exhaustion and adrenaline, her entire body heaving with every deep breath. Her hair smelled like dirt and smoke, but combined with the beauty's firm as pressing onto your lap, it's still enough for a slight chub to form in your pants. But even if she felt it poking her from below, she certainly didn't seem to mind. She was so cold and so wet from the rain that she probably didn't feel anything anymore. Her wet dress, which had been pressed against you, had drenched your clothes as well.

You gave her a moment to calm down before asking her to get off your lap. She barely has enough energy to comply, her entire body feeling limp and lifeless on your lap. You place your hands on her hips and lift her up a bit, the fabric of your pants rising with her. She's very light, probably from malnourishment, making it much easier for you to lift her to the passenger seat. On the way there however, her dress gets caught on the shift knob and the thin fabric tears open even further.

You start to apologise, but she cuts you off. "It's okay. There wasn't much left of it already anyway." she tells you. You nod. "You should probably take off that dress. The water will just keep you from warming up." you tell her. You catch her eyes as she checks to see if you're serious, but then does as you told her, taking off the red dress and discarding of it. She did it without flare or spectacle, but the reveal of her body was still enough to excite you.

After she's done, she looks back at you again. A small smile is visible on her face before she turns away to look outside.

With your new, nude companion safely on the backseat of your car, you feel like you could probably continue driving if you wanted to. Victoria and Cassandra could be around every next corner, but it was probably better to go home and get this girl warmed up. The choice is ultimately yours though.