The drive in the van seemed to go on for hours. Immobile and silent there was nothing I could do but wait. The vibrations of the van a constant reminder of my horrible form.
"I can't believe this is real." I heard one of my abductors say. A hand poked me along my shaft. " You know, I think it's enjoying the ride."
"I wouldn't surprised, the van is shaking and vibrating. Now stop poking her." The man I had identified as possibly being black replied.
"What? Why?"
"You don't poke a lady in the side, do you?" I felt my spirit being uplifted slightly by this remark. I was a lady.
"Are you kidding? A lady? I think you need your eyes checked." I felt a hand on my shaft again, this time moving up and down. I didn't want to like it, but it felt so good. I felt my body going more rigid as my entire body started to tingle. "See, this is a cock. Plain and simple." The hand disappeared. I hated this man.
"For someone who was afraid of being gay a few minutes ago you're rather eager to stroke her. Now sit down and be quiet."
Was it just a figure of speech or had it really only been minutes? That couldn't be.
The rest of the journey I listened to the two bicker like a married couple. Happy that the dirty one at least left me alone.
Finally the van came to a stop. I heard a door opening and the van shook as one of the guys stepped out. A rush of cold air came into the van as I heard the back doors open behind me. Two hand pushed against the top of my shaft, tipping me out of the van. I screamed into the cloth covering my mouth, but two strong arms caught me before I hit the ground.
"She's a lot more solid this time around. Should be easier to carry."
I felt another pair of hands grab my lower body and I was lifted out of the van into the cold air.
"I don't know what you were complaining about, carrying her balls is much easier than the tip."
It was a short walk after which I heard more doors open and we apparently entered a building as the cold night air was replaced by warmth.
"I wonder if it can catch a cold." I heard my abductor mumble at my tip.
Finally we entered a room. As I was carried in I heard multiple people gasp. I was slowly lowered on the floor. The soft carpet felt good on my sensitive lower body.
"Here she is." The possibly dark man said, with a clear sense of mission accomplished.
"Excellent work!" Said a new voice. He had a pleasant voice and didn't sound to old.
"Miss, Let me bid you welcome." I think it was directed at me. "My name is Stan. I will remove the cloth from your mouth after my explanation, so please listen to me."
I didn't have a choice.
"You are surrounded here by people who paid money to get you here. And with good reason I might add."
I heard his voice moving around me. This pervert was checking me out!
"You see, out here you condition has been kept a secret by the government. You are nothing but a rumour! We want to get the word out. People need to know what those bastard of the I5 did to you and the other women in your town!" His voice was firm.
Wait, what?
"So we kidnapped you. Not very nice, but we saw not other option. We didn't want to alert the government that we knew and then have them try to move you."
His voice centered in front of me.
"All we want is to shoot a video, have you tell your story. We'll put it on the internet and as you know. What goes on the internet can never be removed. The public will know."
There was something menacing about the way he spoke the last bit.
"I will now remove your cloth, so you can tell us if you'll participate."
I felt the cloth removed from the tip of my body. I tried moving my lips, it felt great not having the cloth stuffed in there.
"Whab afbe I bome? I go home?" I asked.
"Yes ofcourse."
Even if he gave me the choice, I didn't think I really had one. Best to play along and what if he was right. What if the government had kept it secret. "Bes."
I heard some people cheering.
"Excellent. We have a camera right here. I will give you a moment to collect yourself. Can I offer you a drink?"
"Wade."
"One water coming up."
I did my story in front of the camera. I talked to some of the others, though some had difficulty understanding me. Most of them were also hit by the I5. One of them was a mute after being hit had changed his mouth into a donkey penis, his pats on the back of my shaft were a real support in this endeavor. All in all they were all very nice. Still I wanted to go back home. Richard must be worried.
