This is for you. Ill finish it as soon as i can! I had just finished putting my hood up when you slowed your truck to pull in front of me.  I am grateful you stopped, because there is not a lot of traffic on this road. You nod a hello to me and dive right under the hood.  You order me into the drivers seat to try to turn over the engine. No success.  You walk to my window, wiping your hands on a dirty red rag. "There's nothing I can do without parts" you say. "I'll have to give you a ride."  I notice you're looking into my lap and realize that with all of the movement of clutching, my skirt has moved up around my hips and my baby blue panties are showing. I grab the hem quickly and try to pull it down. Your grease covered hand comes down on mine, stopping me. I look up and into your eyes. Panicking and with my free hand I pull at the hand holding mine. You easily envelope them both with yours. Your mouth slowly moves into a sly grin. Suddenly I realize I am in danger. For a moment, I think about running. I only had a moment. You lean in the window and kiss me, your mouth tasting of stale cigarettes and coffee, your skin of gasoline and body odor. I want to push away but you have my hands clutched tight and shoved between my thighs. Lips pressed tightly together, I turn my head away. My breath has left me. My heart pounds. I am shaking from the adrenaline of absolute fear. It does not concern you that I've taken my mouth away, your tongue just slides lazily up the side of my face and across my eyelid, leaving a trail of spittle in its wake like a snail moving across tile. You take the grease covered rag and wind it around my wrists. "Time to go, sweetheart." You purr at me. I don't move. You open my door. I don't move. You gesture with your hand for me to step out, as if you were a gentleman. I don't move. You sigh heavily and roll your eyes then reach in to grab my long blonde hair in your fist. I never believed the pictures of cavemen dragging their women away but here I am, unable to catch my footing, being scraped along the pavement to your truck. You toss me into the passenger seat and gleefully proclaim "buckle up!" While clicking my seatbelt. You root around the glove box for a moment and come out with a pair of handcuffs. I turn my head away and when I turn back "crack!" You punch me square in the face. "Sorry, doll, I just need you to hold still for a minute." With my bell rung and my vision blurred I am stock-still as you lock my hands behind my back. "See?" You say pinching and twisting each of my breasts painfully "this position really makes them look pretty!"