Abigail felt as if she was falling, tugging blindly at the ropes holding her arms and hands, she shook with suppressed terror. The man was treating her like she was nothing but three holes to use, a dumb whore, and no one here would help her. Chewing at the panties and socks she felt like puking, but the dripping, slightly cold feel of the stinking wool kept her body from it. But she couldn't stop herself from crying. Her head kept bobbing in fits as she sobbed and tried to find a way to get at least half upright. When she felt her right nipple being pinched and twisted around she bit hard, telling herself not to scream. "Uummgh...Aah..NNNNNNGHHHH!!" she let loose in abrupt, bitter grunts separated by silence.

"Slut!" Don muttered and slapped her gagged face hard, making her countenance rock backwards. She felt as if she had been transported to some stone age wood eight thousand years ago.

Amanda watched in fear, her face freezing. Then she began, haltingly: "Slut Amanda used to see her friends from school most nights, and she liked running and dancing..."