you feel nauseous from the way your head is spinning. it feels like the car has been moving for hours, but the only indication of time you have is the rising sun shining into your fabric covered eyes. the rope around your wrists has begun rubbing your skin raw. your memory is spotty, everything feels so blurry. when you try and think about who must driving, you remember the girl from the club the night before.
she had looked so pretty. she made your nerves disappear as you both flirted and made small talk. you liked the way she smiled. she liked the way she didn't even have to get you drunk to get you in her car. all it took was offering up a night cap and you were buckling into her passenger seat...at least that's the last memory that plays before you recall the warm, damp rag going over your mouth and nose. you remember flailing around in a way you're almost embarrassed about now.
the car jolts to a stop. even blinded by the cloth over your eyes, you look around on instinct. the driver hums low before she starts speaking.
"I'm going to open the door, and you're not going to run. wanna know why?"
you don't say anything. you don't nod or shake your head. you feel your lip start to quiver, which pulls a laugh out of her.
a round object touches the center of your chest. she spins the barrel and you recognize the sound. if you had been unsure, the click of the trigger confirmed it. for a split second, you felt prepared to die. but what happens instead is...nothing.
"that was a warning shot. don't get cocky."
she rolls her eyes as you start tearing up in fear, the streaks rolling down your cheeks beyond the blindfold. you hear the creak of the car door from the driver's side, and by the time she's made her way over to your seat you're fully sobbing. she mocks your panic as she yanks you out of the car, letting you hit the dirt flat and knocking the wind out of your lungs in the process. the choking sound you make as you try to catch your breath is met with her wrapping your hair into her fist as she coos over how cute you sound for her already. she pulls you up by your hair and tosses you over the hood of the car. you feel her start grinding against your ass.
"I'm too fucking turned on to keep driving. and now that I've got you, I've gotta start putting you to good use. stay still."
she tears off your pants and underwear, the sudden exposure making you shudder and whimper. you hear the clink of her belt buckle and the unzipping of pants. you're shaking from the crying, which gets you two kicks to the back of each leg and a demand to shut up. two fingers drag along your cunt and come away sticky, and you hear the sound of her laugh bubbling up again. the same two fingers suddenly find themselves inside you, dragging along the sides of your hole. she tsks, like something about it is disappointing to her.
you're ashamed under her gaze, feeling too vulnerable and afraid and turned on to say anything. you swear she can sense all of the emotions fighting inside of you, especially when she lines up her cock against you before pressing her full weight onto your back, leaning against your ear and speaking in a whisper.
"you're going to hate this, and that's okay."
a kiss on your cheek and the burning stretch of her cock as she pushes into you. it hurts.
"but you need this. I know you do."
your complete inability to move under her weight makes it worse. you worry you'll cum.
"even if you didn't need it, I need it."
she's wrapping one hand around your throat and the other is digging nail marks into your ass. you hope she leaves bruises, and the nausea hits you harder in shame.
"and we finally get to your new home, I'll teach you to need it even more."
