"Upstairs for a while, baby. You've had your fun here," Rick said, walking over to the desk top and sliding his hands under her arms. He unbuckled her bonds.

Camey shuddered at his touch. Oh, her body was still alive, still wanting to be held, pawed, fucked! But the two men weren't interested in screwing her now. Weakly she climbed the stairs, her legs giving way occasionally.

They reached the kitchen, moved through the darkened hall to the bathroom.

"Jesus fuck, she's a load to handle when she's down," Jack commented as Camey nearly passed out. Her legs gave out from under her and she fell back against the big dark-haired weightlifter.

Rick flipped on the light and stood back while his buddy shoved the girl up to the cracked porcelain tub. When her legs touched the cold lip of the tub Camey snapped to, looking around and seeing where she was.

The place was filthy, as dirty as the rest of the unkept house. Water dripped from an unwashed sink while the floor had buckled years ago from seepage. A strange pungent odor hung in the air of that tiny room. Camey saw roaches scurrying to get out of the sudden burst of light. She shivered, rubbing her fingers up and down her arms.

"Up you go, baby. Time to wash up. Whew, you smell of cunt juice and cum!" Rick said, wrinkling up his nose as he lifted the girl off the floor and hoisted her into the bathtub.

"Sit down," Jack ordered.

"Yeah, enjoy it," Rick said, leaning over and twisting the spigot. At first nothing came out. The pipes rattled, threatening to tear through the poorly plastered wall. Then a gush of rusty water shot from the old faucet, splashing all over the tub and onto Camey's hot little body.

"Aiyeee!" the girl shrieked.