**Chapter 4: The Ride to Captivity**

As they left the coffee shop, Regina, Jasmine, and Keisha flanked Ms. Thompson, their arms around her waist, guiding her towards their sleek black SUV. The evening sun cast long shadows across the sidewalk, and the air was cool and crisp, but Ms. Thompson shivered, despite the warmth of the day. The drive was uneventful, with Ms. Thompson sitting quietly in the backseat, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery. Regina, Jasmine, and Keisha chatted and laughed, their conversation light and carefree, but their eyes kept darting back to their captive. As they drove, the effects of the truth serum began to wear off, and Ms. Thompson's expression changed from vacant to confused. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice laced with a growing sense of unease. Regina turned around, a smile still plastered on her face. "We're heading back to our estate. It's just a short drive from here." Ms. Thompson's eyes widened as she took in the surroundings. They were heading out of the city, into a more rural area. She tried to push aside the feeling of panic that was rising up inside her, but it was too late. As they pulled up to a large, gated mansion, Ms. Thompson's eyes went wide. "What is this place?" she asked, her voice trembling. The gates swung open, and the SUV drove up to the front door. Regina, Jasmine, and Keisha surrounded Ms. Thompson, their faces cold and unyielding. "Welcome to our home, Ms. Thompson," Regina said, her voice dripping with malice. "You're going to be staying here with us...for a while." Ms. Thompson tried to back away, but the three women closed in, trapping her. Jasmine and Keisha grabbed her arms, holding her in place, while Regina stepped forward, her eyes glinting with excitement. "We've been planning this for a long time, Ms. Thompson," Regina said, her voice low and menacing. "You see, we've been looking for the perfect slave, someone who will cater to our every need, and we've decided that you fit the bill perfectly." Ms. Thompson's eyes went wide with horror as she realized the true nature of her captors. "You can't do this," she protested, but her words were cut off by Regina's laughter. "Oh, but we can," Regina said, her eyes flashing with excitement. "And we will. You see, my daughters and I have certain...needs, and we require a slave who can satisfy them. And we think you'll be perfect for the job." As Ms. Thompson struggled and protested, Jasmine and Keisha dragged her towards the house, while Regina followed close behind, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You see, Ms. Thompson," Regina said, her voice dripping with malice, "my daughters and I have big appetites, and we require a slave who can keep up with us. And by that, I mean a slave who can satisfy our big dicks." Ms. Thompson's eyes went wide with horror as she realized the true nature of her captors, and the life that lay ahead of her.