Jessica was alone in the guest room of her captor's house again. He hadn't cuffed her again, but just left her a half-naked mess on the bed. Her jeans were around her ankles, and her torso was bare, exposing her breasts and the tattoos she had down her right side. She lay on the bed, exhausted and frightened, all of her muscles sore from fighting against the man who had kidnapped her the night before. She also realised that she was still covered in lube and cum, and that the top she had been wearing was ripped and practically unwearable. She sat up and put it on anyway, not bothering to even try and put her ruined bra back on.
Jessica felt a deep sense of shame about how she had reacted to the man raping her earlier. As horrible as it had been to have a stranger fuck her in the ass like that, she had to admit to herself that her body had been reacting to it. She had been grinding back into him so his cock went deeper and deeper into her, and her asshole was still sore from being stretched around him.
She tentatively got off the bed and crept towards the door. She found, unsurprisingly, that the door had been locked from the outside. She tried to jiggle the handle a little but realised that there was nothing she could do. Looking out the window she noticed that there were bars over the outside. There was no way for her to escape.
Walking back towards the bed she saw that there was a second door in the room, to an en suite, presumably for her to use. The bathroom was surprisingly nice, and she saw that there was a fluffy white towel folded over a railing, and that there was a new set of underwear sitting neatly on the vanity. The underwear was black bikini style, with a plain crop top style bra. Oddly, they were in her exact size. How had he known? Had he gone and bought them after kidnapping her? Had he been planning to attack her, specifically?
Not knowing how much time she had until the man was going to come back, Jessica stripped off her filthy jeans and top, and turned the shower on. Her hair was still up in a messy ponytail, so she pulled out her hair tie, realising that her hair was matted with lube from where he had grabbed her hair as he fucked her. Looking at her long wavy hair in the mirror, she ruefully thought to herself that she should have got that haircut she was planning sooner. Once the shower was nice and hot, she stepped into it and sighed. The feeling of the hot water running over her skin was so wonderful, and she lathered herself and her long hair up with some lavender scented body wash she found in the shower. She closed her eyes as she rinsed, enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin, soothing the pain from what had been done to her. She brushed her fingers over her nipples, realising that they were still tender from the man pinching them so hard the night before, and it snapped her out of her enjoyment. She turned the shower off, dried herself and put on the plain underwear that had been left for her. She didn't see the point of putting her jeans back on. They were so filthy, and now that she was clean she couldn't bear the thought of wearing them.
Jessica was nothing if not a practical and rational person, so decided that the best thing to do at this point, since she clearly wasn't going to be able to escape, was to investigate the room and see what she might have at her disposal. She thought she might be able to hit the man with something and make a break for it, even though she understood that the likelihood of this actually working was pretty slim. She figured her best chance at surviving at this point was to try and get him to let her go, like he'd said he would.
The bedroom wasn't overly furnished. There was the bed she had been on, which was outfitted with crisp, though now somewhat crumpled, white sheets, and a bedside table. The cuffs she had been in were hooked over the bed head, but aside from that there was nothing unusual about the room. At the foot of the bed there was a wooden chest, and there was a small wardrobe in the corner, but that was all. Jessica opened the bedside table and the wardrobe, finding them both totally empty. She thought it was strange, she figured most people's spare rooms were filled with junk or storage. With growing horror, she realised that maybe the reason that the room was practically empty was because she wasn't the first girl who had been imprisoned in the room. She opened the chest at the foot of the bed and gasped. It was full of an amazing array of sex toys. She could see dildos, nipple clamps, a paddle, and a number of other toys, some of which she didn't recognise. She slammed the lid shut and scampered to the bed. She got under the covers and clutched her legs to herself. What was going to happen to her? Were all of those toys for her?
Time had passed, she could see the sun getting lower in the sky. She'd spent the majority of the day curled up in the bed, trying to sleep, and hoping that when she woke up this nightmare would be over. At one point, she must have dozed off, because when she woke up she realised that the man had come in and left some food for her. She'd eaten the surprisingly delicious bacon and egg roll and drank the juice, knowing full well that she didn't know if he'd slipped some kind of drug into them. She figured that at this point, what was the harm.
She was woken again by the sound of the door to her room being unlocked, and the man walking back in.
"Get up," he said. "I'm not going to ask you twice."
She got out of the bed and stood in front of him. It was chilly in the room so her nipples were hard and he could see them through the thin fabric of the crop top she was wearing. Her flat stomach and small waist curved out to her wider hips, which were snugly encased in the black underwear he had left for her. He looked her over, appreciating her body, and looking forward to all of the things he planned on doing to it.
He walked over to the chest and opened it, and while he was distracted for that moment, she decided this was her chance. She lunged for the door, scrabbling for the handle, which thankfully he hadn't locked again. Flinging the door open, she ran out into the hall, trying to get her bearings. Her pause gave him time to react, and she found herself slammed up against the wall of the hallway, his forearm across her throat.
"What did I say about trying to run away, whore."
