You surrender

Your glance falls again on the truck heading towards you. You think about running. But why would you? Deep down, you always wanted to be captured in this manner. Kept as a slave and tormented. And thus, you just stand there, your holster with the gun tossed into the sand as a signal to surrender.

"Shit! Chick is hot as a nova," you hear the sentence once the truck stops and two men leave the vehicle. You standing motionless.

One of the men steps behind you, fastening your arms together. After that, your arms are secured behind you by ropes, and you receive a massive ballgag in your mouth.

"Mhm," you gasp as the men start to grope you, then you receive a collar on your neck with a chain already attached to it. You are showed at the back of the truck like a ragdoll, then they take you to the others, the chain attached to the women in front of you.

Was this a good idea? you think to yourself as the leash tenses and your forced march begins. You are not sure. But by now your only option is to endure whatever your captors have in store for you.