“Fuuuuuck keep pounding me” the Lincoln barely managed to gasp as it felt the impacts reverberating through its compartments. Lust building to a crescendo like a fire deep in its laundry room. It knew it couldn’t stay, it wouldn’t survive such an explosive climax. Its masochism knew no bounds, but if it stayed the night that would be it. it would never be able to experience such pleasure again. No more of the humiliation that made it feel so little and helpless for the first time in its life. Just an eternity of nothingness as its hull would rust away, a frame for coral reefs to grow on. It was a fate better than it deserved, but it just wasn’t ready yet. If this is what a Khorramshahr could do to it, it needed to experience a Dongfeng before its time was up.