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teeth clamped onto my ear lobe and at the same moment his finger and thumb grabbed my clit and squashed in.
    My scream was small but shrill.
    After several painful seconds, he let me go. His hand was removed, his teeth released my ear. Only his presence remained beside me, thigh to thigh. I gasped and slumped forward. That had been brutal. How could I ever have come from that assault?
    “We’re here, sir,” the driver called back. “There’s a vacant spot.”
    “Good. When the car stops, you, Zorie, are going to step out, turn, and look at me. Got that? Say yes, sir.”
    My reply was automatic. “Yes, sir.” Part of me was watching myself respond and was horrified.
    Part of me had awakened to the problem.
    How did you think logically when the devil had you?
    “You can look at me now, Zorie.”
    I looked. Thick, short, blond hair. Square jaw. Perfect lips. Blue eyes. A very handsome man. Wait...wait. I knew him, didn’t I? He had been at the restaurant in Darwin.
    “Now.” He reached across me and unlocked my passenger door, gave it a small shove. Distant city noises barged in now the sound proofing of the car was breached. “Go out there and look at me while you play with yourself.”
    Dismayed by his instructions, I only listened and looked.
    They’d stopped inside a park with green, mown grass and tables. Looking out my side of the car, I could see a picnic table and bench seat. The cool shadows of trees spread across the cars. Early in the day, but there would be people, the aware part of me concluded.
    “Out.”
    I shuffled across the seat, exited, and stood, stepping backward awkwardly until I found the edge of the gutter and had to step over it. I kept going until backs of my legs met the bench.
    He wanted me to masturbate in public.
    Not the devil. He was Prince Charming. Prince Charming Bastard.
    I hesitated and a devious smile arrived on his face. The man seemed too evil to be smiling.
    “I said, play with yourself.”
    My hand moved down but halted. My inhibitions won out. This was too appalling, too public. A young man was off to the far left eating a sandwich, idly watching.
    “The initial shock has worn off this one fast, Dirke. I’m fucking stunned.” The Bastard slid along the seat, no doubt to get a closer view. With his crooked arm settled on the back of the seat, he peered out at me.
    “Yes, sir, it has.”
    I wanted to ram something into both their faces...and I wasn’t a violent person.
    Perversely, all the watching was turning me on, or maybe it was just his effect on me? My lower lips were swollen enough that I felt them part and my wetness seep through onto my panties. My disloyal body was performing that instinctive dance of tingling chemicals and nerves, in preparation for sex.
    I clenched my hands into fists.
    “Let’s try specific. You need that, Zorie? Need some little dirty details? Pull up your dress and pull down your underwear until I can see your cunt.”
    I wouldn’t. I’d turn and walk away and...
    And nothing.
    The driver watched. Expectant. Like he knew I’d do this and had seen women do it before.
    I knew the first man from the restaurant. Maybe the driver had been there too.
    And what else did I expect?
    Slowly, unable to do anything but obey, despite the alarm screaming in the back of my mind, I gathered my dress upward, baring my thighs. Then I found the sides of my panties and slipped them down, an inch, here, there, then a couple more inches, until the air cooled my slit.
    No. I couldn’t do this. But having lowered my panties, my hands stayed there, touching the cloth.
    “Spread your legs some more.” His eyes were insect bright. “Touch your cunt.”
    Bastard. I was panting, but whether that was from my arousal or my useless attempts to resist I wasn’t sure. I squirmed my feet wider and the heels of my sandals crushed grit on the concrete.
    If anyone reported this, I’d be arrested.
    When I laid my finger along the groove between my lips, it was