He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman
Chapter 6: The Journey Back
Emily stared out of the passenger window of the van. She felt a deep, gnawing emptiness in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know how she could ever go back to her life again. On Friday night she was in her hometown of Boston where she was kidnapped by police officers. They took her somewhere several hours outside of the city, to a manor home in the remote woods. She was held captive in a cage in the basement for a day with three other women. They were all forced to serve a house full of police officers that Saturday night. Emily didn't mind being sexually subservient to men, but most of these officers had been too rough for her taste.
The real trauma had come at the end of the night. Her captors drove her and the other women into the woods on a cold February night and tried to leave them with nothing but the skimpy maid costumes they were wearing. They all knew it was a death sentence. Two of the women had fought back, and Emily was pretty sure they were both dead now. She had escaped with Helen, a large black woman who had a habit of muttering to herself in low, angry tones. Emily was pretty sure that Helen hated her, but she was also sure that Helen had saved her life.
"So, what now?" Emily asked.
"Do you have money for gas? Maybe a credit card hidden so deep in that ass that all those dicks couldn't find it?" Helen retorted.
"No."
"Can you hotwire a car? Maybe get down on your knees and suck one until it takes off?"
"I can't."
"Then what now is you think of something, bitch. I got your bony, narrow ass into this van. Now it's your turn to contribute.
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"Ok, the plan is simple," Helen said to Emily as they walked up the side of the road, "I'll get us some clothes and you get us a car."
"How am I supposed to get a car?"
"I don't give a fuck! Play to your strengths. Get on your knees to suck some guy off, then bite off his dick and steal his keys. Just don't make me do every-fucking-thing."
Emily was a pacifist and couldn't imagine hurting anyone. The thought of injuring a man's cock was almost enough to make her cry. She was sure she would think of a way when the time came.
The women had pulled off of the highway when they knew their stolen police van was about to run out of gas. They pushed it into a ditch on the side of the road, and now they were walking a short distance to a 24-hour gas station and convenience store.
Of course Helen is the one who should go into the store, Emily thought. They had both been dressed in maid-themed Halloween costumes, but their outfits were different.
Helen was wearing a black latex dress that covered her from her shoulders to her mid-thighs. The white apron stitched to the front and white accents at the hem gave it the look of a maid costume.
Emily was wearing a cum-stained black g-string and a cum-stained see-through mesh skirt that was too short to cover her entire ass. The white flap attached to the front of the skirt suggested an apron. She was also wearing black thigh-high fishnet stockings and clear plastic platform heels, but those weren't part of the Halloween costume, they were just something she was wearing when the police kidnapped her. The black mesh see-through top that went with her costume had been abandoned, and nothing covered Emily's firm, round fake tits.
Helen could walk into a store, but Emily wasn't dressed enough to be anywhere in public.
When they arrived at the gas station, there was one car at the pumps, with a man standing outside putting gas into it. There were two more cars parked in front of the store, and a bored cashier could be seen looking at his phone through the large windows in front.
"Oh my God," the man at the pumps exclaimed as the women walked up, "are you two ok? Do you need me to call the police?"
"No!" the two women shouted back in unison with an intensity that startled the man.
"I am a little cold," Emily said to him, "can you help me?"
The man took off his brown jacket and wrapped it around Emily's shoulders, telling her, "of course!" She pulled the jacket's lapels close around her, her arms crossed in front of her under the jacket, and smiled at the man. He was tall, with a shaggy mess of black hair and a lip that stuck up on one side. Emily thought he had kind eyes.
"I'm going to go into the store," Helen said to Emily, "you do what you need to do." She walked toward the store with tender steps, her bare feet leaving clear prints in the thin layer of snow covering the rough concrete.
"So, I, uh," the man started, looking for something to say, "I like your hair."
"Thanks," Emily replied, reaching a hand out from under the jacket to twist a lock of her long lavender hair. She knew her hair was a mess, since she had been nearly drowned in a toilet and then sprayed with multiple loads of cum that night, but she liked her hair and it made her happy when she received compliments on it.
"It matches my tongue," she offered, sticking out her tongue so the man could see the lavender stud in the middle of it.
The man swallowed hard and awkwardly replied, "yeah, it really does." Emily knew men thought about oral sex when she showed them her tongue piercing, and that made her happy, too.
"So, what have you girls been up to tonight?" he asked.
Emily thought for a second. She knew she couldn't lie to him. These days she seemed to be incapable of lying, and confessed too much of the truth when she tried.
"We were at a party, but it got out of control. It was a kind of dangerous situation, so we had to leave." The answer was honest, if incomplete. "We had to leave in kind of a big hurry," she added with a giggle, opening the jacket for a second to show her outfit.
"Yeah, for sure. Do you need me to call someone to come pick you up?"
Emily tried to think of who she could possibly call. She had burned a lot of bridges with her old friends over the last few weeks and couldn't imagine any of them driving for hours to pick her up in the middle of the night. Her new friends were mostly the other regulars at her usual bar, and she didn't have a phone number for any of them.
"I could give you a ride," he added, helpfully.
A broad smile lit up Emily's face. "Could you!? That would be..."
