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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.

Carol flinched as if he was stripping her naked. She blushed again as she remembered the night before.

Finally he reached down and unhooked her from the bed. He locked his arm around her and walked her to the kitchen. He bent down and fastened her leg to another longer chain. She could move around the kitchen, but she couldn't get away.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"So you won't run away," he answered.

"But you just can't keep me here. Not like this."

"Make me some breakfast," he commanded.

"I won't make you anything," she said. "You've got to let me go."

He didn't hit her hard. He hit her in the stomach, just hard enough to knock the breath out of her.

Carol grabbed her stomach and her knees went suddenly weak. She leaned against the table to keep from falling.

"You make me some breakfast," he said. "Then we'll talk about what I can and can't do."

She didn't like the look in his eyes. She had never been as frightened of anybody as she was of this man. He had brutally abused her the night before, and she knew he was capable of doing it again.

"All right!" she gasped. "I'll make your breakfast."

She felt silly at running around the kitchen in her gown as she made him breakfast. The gown was ripped and dirty, but it was still clinging to her body. She felt his eyes on her as she moved around the room.

"You are a beautiful bitch," he said.

She finished his breakfast, then she sat down across from him while he ate. She wondered about her husband. She knew John would have the police looking for her. At least she was alive. Things could have been worse.

"You look pretty good," he said. "Almost as good as you fuck."

"Please let me go," she whispered.

Carol wasn't ready for the violent way he grabbed her. He jerked her out of her chair and pulled her into his lap. He ripped the top of her gown away to reveal her round, jutting tits.

Carol gasped as he covered her tit with a big hand. He squeezed until she was flinching in pain.

"You're hurting me," Carol whispered.

"I own you, bitch," he said. "Your beautiful body belongs to me until I let you go. Do you understand that?"

"Y-yes," she stammered.

She would have told him anything to get relief. It felt as if his hand was squeezing her titty off. He relaxed the pressure and let his fingers brush across her swollen nipple.

Carol was surprised to feel the quick shivers going up her spine. She tried to move away, but he put both hands on her tits and started fondling her nipples.

"Please stop," she whispered.

He laughed. He bent his head and tongued her nipple.

Carol kept trying to move away, but his tongue followed her. She gasped as he sucked her nipple, rolling it beneath his tongue.

He sucked harder on her creamy tit while he used his other hand to play with her other tit. She didn't like the quick sensations of pleasure that kept going through her. She felt an itchy sensation between her thighs.

"Let's go to the bedroom, cunt," he said.

He practically dragged Carol to the bedroom. He pulled the rest of her gown off her and dropped it to the floor.

Carol shivered as his hungry eyes moved up and down he, body. Despite her fear, she felt her nipples getting swollen.

"When are you going to let me go?" she asked.

He slapped her hard across the mouth.

Carol groaned, then sat down on the bed and watched him undress. She wouldn't have believed if someone had told her that she could watch a man undress and take it so calmly.

"Take my shorts off, bitch," he commanded. "It's time you started learning your duties around here."

Carol looked at him tentatively, then nodded. She bent down and peeled his shorts down his long legs. His cock sprang out hard as a rock. She let him take her hand and point at his rigid cockflesh.

She hadn't gotten a good look at his cock the night before. Now she found herself staring at his prick. She had thought it was big, but now it looked huge. The swollen cockhead was already dripping cum. She felt her heart pounding as she looked at his prick.

"Tighten your fingers around it, baby," he demanded. "Get to know my cock. I'm going to have you begging for it before the day is over."

Her heart was pounding as she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. She moved her hand up and down. A little drop of cum appeared on the thick tip. The sticky cum dripped over her fingers. She jerked her hand away.

He slapped her hard. "You stupid bitch! You do like you're supposed to do. You'd better get used to the feel of cum on your skin and on your lips. Now put your fucking hand around my cock and don't take it away until I tell you to."

Carol reluctantly wrapped her fingers around his cock again. She moved her hand up and down. More of his cum dripped out over her fingers. She worked her hand up and down until her palm was soaked with his thick fluid.

He moved closer.

Carol gasped as his heavy cock rubbed against her cheek. He pushed her down on her back and let his stiff cock rub down her belly. Her belly was quickly getting sticky and wet.

He kept moving his wet cockhead all over her body. He moved his cock up to her cheek again and rubbed his wet cock all over her face. His sticky cum was making her feel as if she had taken a bath in his salty cum.

"Just fuck me," she whispered. "Don't do this to me. Don't treat me like a whore."

"You are a whore," he replied hoarsely. "That's all you are. Just a whore with a big hot hole. Don't you forget it, bitch!"

He grabbed some of her silky hair and started wrapping some strands around his swollen cock.

"You're a sweet-looking bitch," he said. "I think I'm going to put it in your mouth. Wouldn't you like to have my cock in your mouth?"

"Oh no, please!"

His cock moved up her cheek and pressed against her wet lips. He put his hands in her hair and started pushing his cock against her cheeks. She couldn't move her head away. He kept pushing and finally she had to open her mouth to catch her breath.

"Oh, baby," he said. "I'm going to put it into your mouth so deep that you're going to feel it in your belly. Taste my cock, bitch!"

He pushed his cock hard against, her lips.

Carol was forced to open her mouth. For the first time in her life she felt his cock sliding over her tongue. His cock tasted very, very salty and his cum dripped off her tongue. His thick cock burned her tongue like fire.

She managed to gasp for breath as he pushed again. His cock went deep into her throat. She closed her mouth around his thick prick. She was trying hard to keep from gagging. He didn't push any harder. He seemed content with his cock resting halfway inside her mouth.

"Beautiful, baby," he said, "you've got sweet lips. You've got fucking sweet lips I'm going to enjoy fucking your face!"