Though she recalls the attack, the hideous van ride and their arrrival in this forsaken place, it's now like she's been shot through a dark tunnel. Tugging again at the ropes holding her she looks at the shreds of her clothing, then at the lamp, then at him, fiddling with that hand and holding her trapped. Even as Jessie is held by his fist yanking her brown hair, she jerks her head violently and cries out, muffled by the vile-smelling, sweaty rips of somebody else's tights in her mouth: "Umm-MMGH!!"

This is like in a space movie, she thinks as she receives a hard slap on her cheek. No windows, no sounds from the outside and this caveman who is gazing at her in a cold fever. I had such a great time earlier tonight, she feels, and now...this guy has ripped me into his private Alcatraz. She tries to kick out but remembers it's no use as her feet are held like in irons. In the yellowish, dusty light sh pereceives his powerful arms and his shameless rubbing of that cock in his jeans. How long will she stay here? Will she get out alive? Aimlessly she tries to hold her thighs tiogether though her cunt is already exposed, and sinks back into her hogtied, helpless position.