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“Stop, stop!”
    Falling on her, he clasped her in his arms and rammed himself well into her, till she felt his stomach against her bottom. He was shoving furiously in her, thrusting his dick as deeply into her as he could force it, harder and harder. She cried brokenly, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” as she felt the jets of his come shoot into her ass.
    He rested motionless on her, his hands convulsively gripping and squeezing her hanging breasts. He and she both were breathing heavily. Her back was damp where his mouth was, as if he had dribbled on her. Still lodged in her, he brushed his face over and around her back. She was mute in the after-shock. He pulled out gingerly, with a groan, and collapsed beside her. She couldn’t lie down properly because of her restraints. She tucked her legs into her chest and lay on her side, facing away from him. She was in shock. She was white—white to the lips.
    “You needed to learn that lesson,” she heard him say. She closed her eyes, and buried her face into her chained wrists. Her ass was stinging and felt as if he had torn her apart.
    He left her chained the same way. All day she was alone. She turned herself occasionally to give her neck and shoulders relief, but all day she was chained in that awkward position. She hadn’t been able to use the bathroom and had wet herself and the mattress. She stared at the door most of the time, waiting, watching for hope. The whole time her bowels were cramped with fear. In the afternoon he came in holding a grocery bag.
    “I got you some things,” he said, coming over. “A tooth brush, sanitary napkins, some more panties, I guessed your size, and some Advil.” He touched her cheek. She trembled nervously. He eased her up onto her knees and elbows again. “Let me have a look here. That’s going to be sore for a few days,” he said gently patting her ass, and feeling her up a little at the same time. She hated him so much. He kissed her backside before he retrieved her a glass of water.
    He popped a pill into her mouth and held the glass to her lips for her. She hadn’t had any food or water all day and it was difficult to get the pills down. He hand fed her some bread and peanut butter.
    “I know I hurt you pretty badly, but my God, it was like heaven to me!” he said. He kissed her face. “Do you need to use the bathroom? I won’t make you use the bowl.”
    “I wet the mattress,” she said despondently. “You had me tied up all day.”
    “I know, baby. I’m sorry. You pissed me off.”
    He helped her to the bathroom. She could hardly walk. Every inch of her body ached. He stayed with her, as she knew he would.

Chapter 5
    She was chained normally again, and was almost asleep, when he came over with her cell phone. “How often do you call your mom?” he asked.
    “All the time.”
    “Do you want to text her? Tell her you made it safely, and you’ll call her in a couple of days.”
    Her eyes were blurry with fresh tears while she tried to focus on texting. She felt so trapped, knowing the false message would go to her mum, when all she really wanted to do was call her and tell her to come get her. He was sitting behind her watching what she said. He took it off her again immediately. “Good, baby, you did good.” He kissed her head. “We’ll work out what to tell your family later.”
    He left her alone the rest of the afternoon and all evening. During the night she kept waking up, thinking he was standing over her.
    She slept late into the morning. She didn’t know what time it was, but it felt like it was just before midday. He gave her some more Advil and offered her some toast, but she only took a few bites. She couldn’t stomach food. He stuck around for most of the day. He sat in front of the television watching pornos. She went in and out of sleep listening to the ridiculous moaning and grunting.
    She flinched, and was suddenly wide-awake, when he touched her hair. He was crouching near her head. “I want to