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“ Please , doll.”
    Mindless, she nodded. Kuri wished she could promise what he wanted. She’d give anything to be able to stop the black outs. “I’ll try.”
    The steering wheel bumped at her back as he arched her body. Frank lifted one of her legs so he could watch his cock spread her. The look on his face sent her reeling into orgasm. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She bounced, hardly able to move, she was so full. Kuri threw her head back, moaning and crying, wanting the moment not to end.
    Frank fucked her more slowly, waiting until she’d finished coming, and then lifted her from his purpled cock. “Get in the back seat.” She worried at his unreadable expression, but climbed over the center divider to do as he said. Frank zipped up his pants and got out the driver’s side, opened the back door and climbed in next to her. “Get on your hands and knees.”
    Her center pulsed. A hint of fear shot through her, but Kuri turned away from Frank and lifted her knees up to the seat of the car. Despite the car’s tinted windows, it felt as though any passerby might see her ass raised.
    Frank stroked a hand over her rear end, and Kuri could feel her marks under his calloused fingertips. He pulled her thong to the side and drew a line through her moisture. His hand fell to the back of her neck and forced her face down.
    She yelped when his cock settled in the crease of her behind. The head of it nestled at her pussy lips for a split second before Frank plowed into her. He bucked so fast she couldn’t hope to keep time. Instead, Kuri arched her hips up and called his name as he got impossibly harder and bigger.
    Frank rested one arm along the seat back and with his free hand gripped her shoulder for leverage. He curled into her again. “Always, Kuri. I’ve always wanted you.” His voice was a desperate groan.
    When she didn’t respond, his palm landed on her behind again—only a swat. This time for pleasure, not pain. A lovely sense of abandon filled her. She bit her lip. “Yes.” Her strangled whisper filled the car.
    He jackhammered into her, the hand on her shoulder pressing her into the seat. Kuri came over and over again, spasming against his dick until it became hard as marble inside her, and so big Frank could hardly move.
    He snarled out a sound of deep satisfaction and collapsed on top of her. His big body shook and Kuri felt Frank’s damp forehead on her back. His lips followed, then his hands, as he stroked her muscles and rounded his arms under her ribs to pull her up, maneuvering her inside the tiny space. Frank kissed and cradled her against him. His softening cock slipped from her center.
    She snuggled onto his lap. Happiness rolled over her in puffy, billowing waves. Kuri smiled, but even as she opened her mouth to speak, black tendrils wound from the corners of her mind. It was happening again—the gray emptiness. But this time, she didn’t want to forget. “No, no.” She shook her head, trying to force her eyes to focus, struggling to get her mind back in the now. Her body moved of its own accord. She shuffled her skirt down over her reddened behind.
    “Doll? “Frank searched her face.
    Kuri saw him through a haze of gray and scrolling data. Her consciousness faded, as the glitch in her programming invaded her mind. “Thanks for the ride, Big Man.” A voice spoke. It sounded like her, but Kuri couldn’t control it. “That will be fifty dollars.”
     
    “What?” Frank looked down at his wet dick, still half-hard and hanging out his open fly. Crap, he hadn’t even taken off his pants. “Kuri…? Doll…?” He ducked his head, trying to meet her eyes. Frank knew she’d been with it before, and figured she would remember, but now that her eyes were glazed over and her gaze unfocused he knew she’d slipped into some other mental state. He snapped his fingers in front of her face—maybe if she could focus on him, Kuri would snap out of whatever was taking over her system.
    She