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overwhelmed.
    Something hard and cold pressed against her vaginal opening. For a moment nothing made sense, then she realized he was inserting a vibrator into her. Much as she wanted to fight, the memory of how he’d pinched her sex and slapped her breast kept her in line. Besides—and she’d never let him know this—she loved what a vibrator did to her.
    He straightened her legs, then tightened a leather belt around her thighs, sealing the toy inside her. She felt nubby projections along the length of the artificial cock. It was thicker than any male cock she’d ever had inside her and pressed against her vaginal walls.
    “Remember what I said about entertainment.” He chuckled. “Hold on a moment. I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”
    Ever since he’d put on the sleep mask, she’d had to rely on her nerve endings to tell her where her captor was. She sensed he’d backed out of the rear of the SUV. After he closed the door, the ache in her arms compelled her to awkwardly turn back onto her side. Her ability to bend her knees was restricted and no way could she dislodge the vibrator but at least her arms no longer carried the weight of her upper body.
    The engine came to life. As the vehicle idled under her, she realized her captor hadn’t brought any of her belongings with them. Maybe they’d come later and maybe—oh God, maybe she’d never see them again!
    Was she going to die tonight? He was taking her to some isolated area where he’d rape her and then—“Here we go.”
    Alerted to the ominous tone, she tried to look over her shoulder in the direction his voice had come from. She’d given up when the hard artificial cock started jerking inside her.
    She gasped and struggled to get away.
    “Don’t try to escape. It’s staying there until I decide otherwise. For the record, its remote controlled and the batteries are new.”
    Why are you doing this? she silently asked as the vibrations increased. I haven’t done—oh please, I don’t—please, please, let me go!
    But Damek had no intention of freeing her. She knew that with every fiber of her being.
    Maybe she’d never understand what drove him, but maybe it didn’t matter. To him she was a possession, a helpless female he’d play with until he grew tired of her.
    And then?
    A pulsing sensation replaced the strong vibrations. She stopped trying to ignore the assault on her vagina. The liquor in her system she’d forgotten about during her capture again made its presence known. Her head was swimming, and her joints and muscles felt loose. Even when she concentrated on her restraints, her attention kept returning to the dildo’s magic.
    Everything else about tonight was a nightmare, but the relentless invader reminded her of what she was, a sexual creature.
    Her body hummed. Her vaginal juices coated the vibrator and leaked out to drench her inner thighs. She was relaxed and yet she wasn’t. Even with vodka blunting her responses, her need to climax grew.
    Groaning, she tried to squeeze her legs more firmly together. The shoulder under her was becoming numb, her neck ached, and the cuffs chaffed her wrists. At the same time, arousal tightly gripped her.
    “Done,” Damek said from the front seat. “We’re on the road.” A short silence followed, then he spoke again. “No, I didn’t bother to take pictures with my cell. It’ll be awhile before I send you what’s on the digital. For the record, I took her the old fashioned way.” He laughed.
    “Yeah, I guess you could call it brute force. And technique. What? Of course she’s okay. Unlike you, I only leave deliberate bruises.”
    He had to be listening to whoever he’d called. Hard as she tried to learn something from his side of the conversation, little made sense.
    “In your dreams. Call when you have something to tell me.”
    Judging by the quiet, she guessed the conversation was over. The ride was so smooth she barely knew they were moving. There was something hypnotic about