The first light was now coming up, maybe the dark nightmare of the previous evening might have been just a fantasy.
But the reality was that this was very much happening. She kneeled in her bonds, eyes blank as she accepted the gag once again. Her underwear now having spent more time in her mouth than on her body. Clear tape was wrapped spitefully around her lips and head, sealing the sodden material in.
The rope drawn around her neck served as a reminder of her captor’s control. It was cinched to the bindings pinning her arms and shoulders back…..a sudden or erratic move would pull the noose, tightening it around her throat. She had been used in just about every way, and now in the stillness of the dawn, she was being prepared for transport again.
The house was empty when she was brought here, gagged and hooded. Where were the owners? Had this maniac took out his vile actions on them too?
She had stopped trying to cry out. Even when her ass was sodomised once more, she barely grunted. Her tits were bruised, her pussy violated over and over.
Her body was aching and tired.
The gag in its own way was a blessed relief…..her captor’s cock was no longer being shoved in her mouth…..for that moment, she was almost grateful.
She watched mutely as the hood was thrown on the floor next to her….the rough hands snatching, mauling at her body as she was hauled to her bare and cut feet. The hood was placed over her head, the leather straps and buckles rendering her blind and even more muzzled.
A new day was beginning.

















