I came to as she carried me out into the club. I put my hands on the top of her ass and lifted my head up. I started to kick my legs a little so she would put me down but instead she gave me a hard slap on my ass and hugged my legs tighter with her strong arm. That slap got my attention and elicited a yelp from me. She carried me through the club and all the people. I felt more than one hand trail down my sweaty back or pat my ass while she carried me along.
Big E then stopped to apparently chat with some friends as I dangled down her back, my big breasts rubbing against her. As I tried to push back up again with my hands on her lower back, I felt fingers in my hair and my head was yanked up high. My eyes went wide in pain as it felt like my hair was going to be ripped out. The young black woman that had danced with me in the cage was there and caught my mouth with hers for a long deep kiss. I could only whimper as her tongue plunged into my mouth and explored it. Big E went to walk away and my dance partner broke the kiss and winked at me. She released my hair and I dropped back down as I was carried out a back entrance and outside into the rear parking lot.
I felt the cool air on my mostly naked body and squirmed a little. I received a pat on my ass and then Big E lowered me to my feet and kept her hands on my shoulders until I had my balance.
"That's a good fat cow! Back on your own two feet, now move your sweet, fat ass to my Caddy." She said as she pointed to a gold, 70's model Cadillac parked a short distance away. I was stripped to my thong and nothing else at this point and I was still so intoxicated that I just walked like a zombie to her car.
She opened the trunk lid with a key and pointed inside and told me to get in. I stared at the trunk and then her for a moment, drunk, fucked stupid and confused. A quick backhand from her across my face cleared my head enough that I crawled into the trunk and laid down on my side, staring up at her in fear. She smiled and slammed the trunk lid down.
I laid there in the dark trunk, shivering a bit and starting to cry. There was no trunk release on the inside of this car, I was locked in just like it was my cage at Daddy's house. The car cranked up and began to move and I was jostled about a bit from time to time as she drove me to wherever we were going. I laid there in the dark in the fetal position, sobbing quietly to myself as to how far I had fallen and been treated.
I was no longer looked at as a person, I was a piece of meat or something to play with like a sex toy. The car came to a stop and turned off after maybe 20 minutes or so. I heard and felt the door slam shut and then a moment later, Big E opened up the trunk lid.
"Get out Bessie." Is what she told me. I climbed out and swayed a little once I was standing, a bit disoriented from riding back there and from all the alcohol they had given me. She pointed to a small, old house that had the paint peeling off of it. As I looked around, I noticed that it fit the neighborhood. All of the houses from what I could tell were older, smaller with grown up yards and old vehicles parked near them.