One minute you were having a quiet stroll...

The Next...

Bundled into the back of a van, you struggle valiantly but uselessly against the ropes which tightly bind you, as I push the ball-gag into your pretty little mouth, which I tell you is really only good for one thing.

Cutting open your clothes and tearing them off, you are soon reduced to a torn t-shirt and panties. You continue to squirm helplessly, making my cock harden.
You hear me speaking through my mobile, saying about "coke" as your eyes widen, your pretty face highlighted by the bright red ball-gag.

I grab you and slip a collar around your neck, "Karla" it says on it, as the van arrives at a remote farmyard...