He sighed as he spurted one last time. He rested on top of her a moment and then got up. He went to his car and reached into the back seat. This time he took out a beer, popped the cap, and drank half of it.
He walked back to her and stood over her, a lewd smile on his face. "What's the matter, baby? Did you get cum all over your tits?"
"Damn you," she said.
"I'll wash it off, baby."
He turned the can over her body and let the cold beer run over her tits and belly and down to her cunt.
Carol cringed. The beer made her feel wet and sticky.
"Now lets get you dressed, baby," he said. "I've got big plans for you."
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll find out."
CHAPTER TWO
Carol awakened in a dark room. She remembered what had happened, and her heart pounded in her chest. Someone had dressed her in her gown again but she wasn't wearing panties.
She was glad it was dark because she was blushing with shame and anger when she remembered what had happened to her. She knew she would never get over the way the man had treated her. She had been treated worse than an animal.
She was underneath a blanket, but when she moved, she felt something cold and clammy around her leg. She reached down and touched metal. It was some kind of chain locked around her ankle. She followed the end of the chain and found she was hooked to the foot of the bed.
"That bastard," she said softly.
A door opened, and the room was flooded with light.
Carol held her hands over her eyes as he walked into the room.
"So, you're awake," he said.
"Yes," she gasped.
"I'm going to let you up and take you to the kitchen."
He pulled back the blanket. He stood over her and let his eyes wander up and down her body.