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____________The sound of footsteps outside of the closed garage awakens me from a day-long slumber, and I listen closely as they grow nearer. It’s the dead of night and I can’t see a thing, only focusing on the noise as I hear the person stop and change direction. The garage door is shut and I’m facing it, watching the negligible sliver of light at the bottom suddenly become obscured with the two shadows of someone’s feet. Whoever it is, the person has walked right up to the closed door and then stopped.It can’t possibly be my owner, as he should have already been boarded onto the cruise ship by now for that trip he’s been going on about for months. It should be a two week long vacation he just left yesterday, taking his wife and both kids with him. The house is completely empty and not even the maid is allowed to stop by when they’re gone. Whoever is outside, now audibly toying with the garage door, probably isn’t supposed to be here.They’ve squatted down now, and I hear the gentle metallic clinking of what I assume is them picking the padlock. Next to me in the garage is my buddy, a white Porsche Panamera, and I know she’s a little worried about the intruder. She’s not like me- she’s easily shaded in fear whereas I, wish a motherfucker would. Ultimately though, we both stay silent with our headlights off, hoping the trespasser will fail to pick the lock and be on their way.Several minutes pass, and I hear the unmistakable sound of the padlock being successfully picked and unlocking. Immediately following are the words, ”there we go” in a hushed whisper. It’s a female voice, which surprises both the Panamera and I. It also sounds vaguely familiar, which slightly reassures my buddy.I hear the padlock get tossed to the side, hitting the concrete with a loud clank. Within moments, her fingers are prodding underneath the garage door as she gets a grip on it and then begins to pull it up. As the dim artificial outside lighting floods into the garage, I see who it is. It’s my owner’s loser cousin that he can’t stand, doesn’t trust, and tries not to talk to.She throws the garage door up over her head and keeps her hands suspended momentarily to make sure it’s not going to fall right back down. She then begins to walk in between the Panamera and I, looking back and forth between us but seeming slightly more interested in me. Her name is Lyra, a pretty name for such an evil girl who is so ugly on the inside. My owner calls her liar when she’s not around and it’s a fitting nickname. On the outside she’s a little skinny but not fit, probably stands 5’7” and is always wearing a graphic T-shirt she got from a death metal concert. Tonight she’s in solid black sweatpants and a faded black band T-shirt, her medium length straight hair full of sloppily done, neon green highlights. I can hear the sound of her slides shuffling on the concrete as she continues to inch forward, and she’s looking at my back end now. She glances back over at the Panamera and then debates for a moment.Lyra pulls out her phone and silently dials a number, putting it up to her ear as she continues to look me over with her eyes.“It’s Ly,” she breaks the silence suddenly, speaking to whoever’s on the phone. Knowing her, probably some guy that’s just as sleazy as she is.“I’m at my dipfuck cousin’s house,” she laughs, “I thought he only had one but apparently there’s two.”Dipfuck cousin? I think to myself. The selfless guy who has bailed you out of countless situations over the years when you didn’t deserve it?There’s a few moments of silence as she listens to whatever the person on the other end is saying.“Which one looks more expensive? I don’t know anything about Porsche,” she admits, looking over at the Panamera. “One of them is kind of big,” she says, glancing back over to me. “One of them is solid black with a big spoiler.”She goes quiet for a moment.“Coupe is the one with two doors, right?”She grabs my door suddenly, and finds that it’s unlocked. I love my owner but sometimes he has a little too much faith in his fellow man.Lyra slides into the driver’s seat, looking around as she continues to hold the phone up to her ear. “This is definitely the one,” she tells the other person.I’m getting more and more flustered as the moments pass because it’s really sounding like she’s here to steal a car. This exact scenario has crossed every car’s mind at least once but I find myself thinking about the topic often, and not exactly out of fear. Knowing Lyra, stealing me won’t even be for a joyride or a bit of fun. She’s probably looking to make a quick buck off of me somehow- that’s just how she operates but it’s no matter, if she steals me I’ll just come right back.“Of course I remember what you showed me,” Lyra snaps. She presses the phone between her shoulder and the side of her face as she begins to caress the area under my steering column with both hands.I remain silent and still over the next few minutes, which I find to be some of the most concerning, uncomfortable, and honestly, painful moments of my short life. She removes the covering underneath the steering column and begins to try and hotwire me, putting the guy on speakerphone so she can use her flashlight. She’s asking questions, he’s giving her instructions, and at one point they even go into facetime so she can show him what she’s seeing. She relaxes into the driver’s seat with a huge, satisfied grin as she finally starts my engine.Lyra goes off of facetime, putting the guy, Justin, back on a regular phone call as she puts me into gear and rolls me out of the garage. I’m thrilled that the car thief is taking me instead of the Panamera. The other Porsche wouldn’t know what to do in this situation but she has full confidence in me to make it back in one piece.“This car goes for what?” Lyra suddenly asks Justin on the phone.“A quarter mil?” she exclaims after a moment, smiling wide as she clasps the steering wheel with her free hand. “How much of that will I actually see?”A few moments of silence pass, and I’m watching her smile fade as Justin relays the news to her. “The chopshop?” She asks, looking unamused.I chuckle internally at that. What a delicate life this is. It’s all so fragile- one moment you’re asleep in the comfort of your home, and the next moment some sleazy bitch is negotiating the cost of your life. At least, she thinks she is. We will see what actually happens.“Do I get paid on delivery or once the car is parted out?”“Wait. You’re meeting me at the pickup location and then you’re taking it to the buyer?”“How do I know you’re not going to screw me?”“I’m the one that found this car so I should get to take it straight to the buyer.”“Of course something is better than nothing, but that’s not the deal we had.”“No, I mean, I’ve already got the car. That amount is not what I was hoping for but it’s better than driving the damned thing back to my cousin’s house.”
The damned thing?
“My cousin is a fucking idiot. He can’t tell his own ass from his elbow. He probably won’t even notice that the car is gone.”“Fuck no, he will just buy a replacement and then we can steal that one too,” she laughs.I’m growing more enraged with every statement the bitch makes. My thoughts are flickering as to what I will do if I get her alone soon. I have to admit that I’ve been fantasizing about more than just other cars lately.“Maybe I’ll go back for that other one in the garage as soon as you pick up this one. What will you give me for both?”
Don’t threaten the fucking Panamera.
“Okay, Justin,” Lyra announces suddenly as we pull into a dark, abandoned parking lot at the edge of town. “I’m at the meeting spot. How far out are you?”“Shit, really? What am I supposed to do for a fucking hour? You couldn’t leave sooner?”Lyra scoffs and hangs up the phone after listening to Justin’s explanation. The girl leans back in my seat again and scrolls on her phone for a few minutes, my engine still running. She lays her phone on her leg for a moment to reach down and fix her pants leg, and I can see in my rearview mirror that she’s googling, Panamera price. My engine turns over into a high idle as I wait for her to get out. I figure she won’t sit in me for the entire hour, as she seems like the restless type.The girl finally opens my door and steps out, surveying the dilapidated parking lot she’s brought us to. It’s a quiet and not well-traveled area, the asphalt grossly cracked and overgrown with weeds. Most of the streetlights and parking lot lights are burned out near here, so we’re in almost solid darkness save for my own headlights.Lyra shuts the door and begins to walk around beside me in small, mindless circles, looking down at her phone as she continues to research what Porsches go for. I put myself into gear and she glances over at me as I reverse and position myself so that I’m facing her head on. She looks like she’s seen a ghost, her lips parted as she utters the words, ’oh my god’ realizing the car she’s just stolen is about to run her over. From one of her sweatpants pockets she pulls out a screwdriver and holds it firmly as if it’s a knife. I grow angrier realizing why she has a screwdriver in her pocket- why she’d bring that with her tonight. If I had a keyed ignition, she’d have violated me with that screwdriver trying to start me.I rev my engine loudly and Lyra starts stepping backwards, attention fixed on me as I start to ease forward too. She shouts the word, ’stop’ at me but notices immediately that it has zero effect. The girl is still holding her phone in one hand and she frantically begins to try and dial someone, Justin perhaps. Her eyes are darting between the phone and me as she shakily tries to navigate it, and I need to stop her. I rev loudly again as suddenly charge at her, eliciting a sharp scream from Lyra as she tries to hop out of the way. She’s not fast or agile enough to dodge the hit and she rolls onto my hood instead with a loud ’fuck’ as I strike her hard. I slam on my brakes to let the inertia yank her back off of me, and she hits the ground with a thud.Lyra’s gasping, clutching her ribs as I back off a few meters and allow her to catch her breath. She’s groaning in pain and I can see that she’s got a bit of road rash on her forearms from just that single hit.Her phone lies discarded ten or more feet away from her, and her gaze is locked onto its still-illuminated screen as she lies on the ground. She weakly glances at me for a moment, unmoving, and probably assumes that’s all I’ll do. It’s a full minute or more before Lyra tries to get up, flattening her palms on the cracked asphalt and trying to raise herself. It takes a few moments, but she shakily gets to her knees and then to her feet, resting her hands on the fronts of her thighs as if to stabilize herself. She looks at me and I immediately charge at her again, striking her even harder than before. Lyra’s powerless to break her fall as she lands on her back and her elbows, the wind knocked out of her. She struggles to suck in a breath and then she’s crying out, her hands rushing to her knees, the origin of the last impact from me.I let her sob for a few minutes, watching as she tentatively rolls up one of the legs to her sweatpants as high as she can. This reveals that her shin and knee are purple already, easily visible even in the dim light. The sight of that makes her start crying louder, nearly screaming.Lyra flips onto her belly and then weakly tries to start crawling over to her phone. A noise of fear and surprise escapes her through her pained cries when I drive around her to get between her and it to make it inaccessible. She sobs violently for a moment before trying to get up again, her legs much more shaky than last time. She faces away from me, away from her phone as if she will try to make a run for it to the closest edge of the lot where there’s an escape route too narrow for a car to follow her.I reverse to face her and then ease forward only a few inches, deciding if I should drive at her again or if she's had enough. Lyra whips her head around to look at me, shouting the word, “stop!” through tears as she wipes her runny nose with the back of her hand. She mutters out a statement under her breath about how I'm a "stupid piece of shit" and it's evident that she hasn't submitted to me yet. As soon as she’s nearly standing under her own power again, I waste no time in striking her and throwing her back to the ground again.“Stop, stop,” she’s wailing, desperation thick in her voice as she realizes she’s not getting away from me. “Please stop!”I watch her for another few minutes, crying and rocking, caressing the road rash that’s covering much of her exposed skin. I drive over to where her discarded phone sits face-up on the asphalt and I run it over with my front left wheel as she watches, hearing it cracking.”No,” she whines weakly, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry.”She flips over onto her belly once more, her legs nearly completely straight and her arms bent at the elbows to lay her head down on the back of her stacked hands, crying.I park and watch her for a few moments before I’m satisfied that she’s been fully incapacitated and I can begin the grand finale. I’m horny already thinking about how some of my deepest fantasies are about to be realized, and that I can do whatever I please with this car thief.I straighten myself out and get into position just a couple of meters from her feet. I approach her slowly and then raise my suspension, shading her legs with my front end as she weakly tries to look back at me. If I wanted to kill her I would have, and she knows that. There’s something universal about the way I’m positioning myself over her, and it seems to make her fully aware that I’m about to have my way with her. She breathes out the words, ’please don’t’ almost inaudibly.I wish I could tell her to shut the fuck up. In a low voice riddled with fear, she tells me that she's 'had enough' and adds, “please don’t do this.” Her argument means nothing to me and I can hear in her shaky voice that she’s too weak to even attempt to fight me, so why would I stop?I elevate my suspension by a few more inches as I roll over her hips, and then her torso, until she’s completely underneath me. I can hear her labored breaths but she’s no longer crying. She’s probably frozen in terror as the reality sets in more and more with each passing second that there is a 3,100 lb car getting into position to fuck her.I lower my back end to where I’m nearly sitting on my rear wheels, even lower than I normally sit. I’m awkwardly trying to find a position that works, because admittedly, I don’t know how to fuck her, she’s so small compared to me. I spend several moments easing forward and backward, raising and lowering my back end, trying to figure out what’s the best way to fuck such a small hole so low to the ground. Lyra turns her head as much as she can to try and look back at me and I think she catches a glimpse of me just as I’m unsheathing myself. The girl mutters the words, ’fucking hell’ to herself at the sight of me getting visibly aroused. Lyra whines at the feeling of me pressing my semi-hard dick against her ass for the first time, trying to find her pussy. She looks back straight ahead as if she’s scared to keep looking, not wanting to watch herself get raped by a car.I’m getting so fucking horny at the thought of burying myself in her tight cunt, whether she likes it or not. Getting assaulted by the car she tried to steal will certainly haunt her for the rest of her life, but fuck it and fuck her. She had no problem with the idea of selling my life for a few bucks. I think I’m more than entitled to use her little pussy to please myself before I head home.I’m nearly fully hard and I relax and ease forward a little to rest the length of it on her ass and halfway up her back so she can feel how big it is. She gasps in surprise and weakly tries to scoot forward, crawling slowly on her elbows along the asphalt. She makes it only a few inches before I lower my undercarriage against her, a subtle warning to stop and let it happen.Lyra groans as I back up slightly and try to press my tip against the ass of her sweatpants, pushing forward barely a few times before pulling back as if to tell her, pull them down. She refuses to oblige me, maybe thinking for now that I’ll just give up I can’t get it in.I ease slightly forward again, suspending my tip a few inches over the girl just as I precum to let it dribble onto the small of her back. Part of me expects her to try and wriggle away again but only a weak, quiet noise escapes her but she remains still. I realize that she’s done fighting, done trying to get away, and free for me to use as I please. My dick is so fucking hard just thinking about it.I set my tip down onto the small of her back and drag it backwards, just barely hooking the hem of her pants with the rim. I lose it abruptly, however, and start to get a little frustrated at the thought of not being able to actually fuck her over something as silly as her having pants on. I rev my engine in annoyance before gently rutting my dick onto her backside again. I drag the underside of my length up and down her back for several moments, growing increasingly angry. Surely, she must hear and feel how badly I want her little cunt.Come on, I’m thinking. Let me have it.I’m precumming again, pausing to let it form a small puddle on the small of her back, no longer covered by her shirt. Don’t you want this big Porsche dick? You don’t even have to be turned on, I’m wet enough for both of us.The car thief wants this torture to end, and letting me have what I want is a means to an end. She seems to figure this out after a minute or so of me angrily rutting my dick into her backside, unable to bury myself into her.I pause as I feel Lyra shift underneath me, reaching a single hand backward to pull down the hem of her pants and her underwear, moving from one side to the other. She arches her back slightly to roll them down over her ass. As soon as she moves her hand back to her side, I prod for her entrance with my wet tip. I lower myself again on my back wheels, sitting on my tires, crouching if a car can even crouch as I start to push in. Fuck this pussy feels amazing, it’s slick, warm, and wonderfully tight as she stretches to accommodate me. I’ve been fantasizing about the day I got to fuck something other than the Panamera, as wonderful of a lay as she is. I can’t see Lyra’s face but I imagine her eyes are shut tightly as I enter her, hands balled into fists at either side of her head, teeth bared. I keep my chassis as close to her as possible as if I’m keeping her pinned, making her take my wet cock however I give it to her.She whimpers as I force more of my warm steel into her tight hole. Thankfully for her there’s a lot of precum drooling from my slit and my shaft is coated in natural lubricant so friction isn’t an issue. It’s just the stretch that bothers her, but only for a minute or so as I test how much I can force into her pussy. She whines and I know my big dick is stimulating all of the right places as I start to pull out of her and abruptly push back in. I can hear a single gasp escape her as she takes my first regular-paced stroke, the rim of my tip pressing hard against her sweet spot as I fuck into her.I’d love to sit here and please myself all night but I know that guy is on his way and he will be looking for a solid black GT3RS. I want this parking lot to be dead empty when he arrives, except for my owner’s loser cousin, splayed out on the asphalt looking used. I hope he sees what a mess I’ve made of her, what a mess I’ve left in her, and I especially hope he doesn’t believe her.Lyra is whining and whimpering with nearly every stroke now as I fuck into her, but I’m hardly paying attention. I’m thinking about how nice that wet cunt feels, gripping me so wonderfully. I’m sliding and gliding into her drenched pussy without abandon, wishing I could tell her what a tight little fucktoy she is and how she’s gonna make me cum. Fuck I’m thinking as I’m on the edge of my climax, getting stolen is great.I pick up the pace quickly when I’m right on the edge and then fall into short, shallow strokes as I start to finish. I fight my instinct for a moment, which is telling me to push in all the way to unload and stay there until I’m done like I do when I’m fucking another car. I pull back and keep only my tip buried as I start throbbing. I fill her with only the first few spurts before she whimpers and tries to move forward, and then I pull out. My cum spills out of her and dribbles onto my tip as I press up against her entrance to let go of the rest. If I had a voice I’d be sighing in relief.I stay pressed up against her for nearly a minute after I’m finished, and she can surely feel me twitching to make sure I got every drop out. Just as I'm about to roll backward off of her, another idea hits me and I pause, debating. I'm in desperate need of a piss, and I planned to roll off of her and relieve myself in the parking lot before I head home. But I think back to how this girl defiled my fusebox, agreed to sell me to a chop shop, and threatened to do the same to my owner’s other Porsche, too. There’s one more thing I have in mind for her to ensure that she never entertains any of those ideas again.She groans in frustration when she feels me take my place over her again. I've resheathed my cock already but I let my tip out again slightly, just enough to expose my slit so I can clear my stream. I rest my exposed tip on the small of her back and then pause for several moments, relaxing my back end so I can pee. The thought of it threatens to arouse me all over again.The piss is finally flowing and I pull my tip away slightly as it leaves my cockslit, holding myself just an inch or two away from her. She sniffles at the smell of synthetic engine oil and tries to move forward, away from my stream, but I rev my engine quietly to warn her to stop. She lays there and takes it as I back up slightly to direct my stream at her pussy, although the initial sensation causes her to jolt in surprise. You’re getting what you fucking deserve I’m thinking as I piss on her little cunt I just bred. You fuck with me and you get fucked by me, what a concept. And then you get to go home covered in engine oil and cum like the filthy, used fucking car thief that you are. It's admittedly a big piss and the puddle is growing rapidly, nearly touching my wheels by the time I'm almost done. When my tank is just about empty, I ease forward again to let the last little bit soak her shirt so that she’s drenched in motor oil when that guy shows up and finds her. The final few spurts, spaced several seconds apart, must feel extra insulting to her - she knows I'm making sure I'm empty. I roll off of her finally, completely sated and pausing to stiffen up on my wheels as if to stretch. I back up further and let the piercing beams of my headlights illuminate her, laying in a puddle of cum and engine oil. I’m satisfied that she won’t be a problem for us again, my owner included. In fact, I don’t think she will be stealing any more cars and I would consider this a hard lesson learned.It’s a relaxing drive back home for me and the Panamera is thrilled to see me, so much so that she wants to fuck. I tell her I’m spent and ask her if we can wait until tomorrow, and she quickly seems to realize that I got to live out that fantasy I’ve been talking about. The amusement is evident in my voice when I tell the other Porsche, "and then I pissed on her afterward."