After that she was left alone for the rest of the night, if that's what it was. Amy's groin area was so sore she couldn't close her legs. Her pussy stung, and her breasts ached from the beating the black man had given them.

Probably because there was still some drug in her, she was able to sleep. When she woke she could see sunshine coming through cracks in the boards covering the windows. She figured she was in some kind of broken down building in the middle of nowhere. They sure hadn't cared if she made noises before.

Her crotch still hurt as she closed her legs slowly. She could hear movements beyond the door and wondered sombrely if they were telling the truth, and she really was out of the country. Could they really sell her to some Arab?

The answer was of course they could. Was'nt this why she had been assigned to the case in the first place? All those girls that had disappeared without a trace. She shook her head in exhaustion and numbed fear.

Another hour passed before Manuel came in. He unhooked her from the bed and let her go to the bathroom. It was only an outhouse. She looked around futilely as he led her outside. All she could see was sand in every direction. He shoved her into the outhouse and she peed what she felt was mostly blood and cum.

After that he pulled her behind the shack of a house and pushed her against the wall. He turned on a hose and sprayed it on her, until she was soaked, then he threw a chunk of soap at her. "Clean yourself up bitch." he commanded.

She would have been only too happy to comply if he had'nt been there watching. "You think I'm gonna go away you dumb cunt?!" he demanded. "Hurry up!"

THREE

She soaped up her body, wincing at the stings coming from her cuts. Her cunt hurt too, just from the pressure of her soapy hand sliding over it. Manuel decided she was soapy enough and turned the water on her. The icy water made her recoil against the wall until he ordered her to turn around so he could do her backside.