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Lightning McQueen was know for being the winner of the Piston Cup race which cause him to mostly think of winning over friends, that causes them to separate and hate him. While doing this Lightning pushes himself too hard while trying to compete with Storm in the season's final race and damages his engine. With no one by his side, he starts to question if all of this was worth it. With a damaged engine he passes out from internal bleeding.

Lightning McQueen wakes up in a place he never seen before, a factory or what seems to be a factory, is an immense facility equipped for stuff that he can’t comprehend. He tries to get off the bed but something or someone? Is holding his wheels down from driving away. He feels something “d-don’t tell me”he mutters, it’s exactly what he thinks it is, firm member, erect penis, something grainy, slimy, a moist stick in his hole. He tries to to drive off but a hand grabs his door hands to thrust harder, making Lightning moan a very loud moan, the moan sounds better then god itself. “Fuck, darling,” mumbled a green, horned, cyclops, and mumbled more against the stickers on his sides, sounding as breathless as felt. “You sound divine when you make those noises.” Lightning can feel pleasure over the pain, he is feeling; from the thrusting that is coming from this slimy monster, that was raping him… This goes on for ever, making Lightning will to escape and driveway less by the hour. When his rapist finish’s his fun he hopes off the bed, leaving Lightning McQueen defile and helpless. The thing Lightning learns at the end of this is, he is only his master plaything after work. His master Wazowski~.

~The End~