I knew the moment that his car pulled up beside me that I was in trouble. The car was old, almost decrepit, but the windows were nice and new-looking, clean, tinted so that you couldn’t see inside. I took off running, of course, but he drove the car into my side as I tried to veer away. As I was recovering, he got out of the car and made it to my side, lifting me up and all but throwing me into his passenger seat. Once he slammed the door, and I tried to open it, I realized that it was impossible. There was no handle, no opening mechanism at all. It had been completely removed. The only way to open it was through the outer handle, and the window mechanisms were also missing.
When he got me where he wanted me, he drug me out, tied me down with my head hanging off the end of a table, and proceeded to smack me around some for causing him any trouble. Then, he held a knife to my throat and told me to open my mouth. When, I did, he rammed his cock deep into my throat, cutting off my air. I felt his hands go around my throat and start squeezing to intensify the tightness around his shaft as he fucked me. I felt one of his hands move and twist a nipple til it felt like it tore right off of my body before his hand returned to my throat. I could feel my life slipping away with every thrust of his cock into my throat, even as I felt his cock swelling and getting harder as he got closer and closer to cumming…