Part 2 As the limo sped on into the day, Jessica could not but wonder what was happening to her.Part 2 As the limo sped on into the day, Jessica could not but wonder what was happening to her. The men in the car were silent for an hour or two, then she heard low whispers among them. Abruptly, the large auto slowed and veered off what was obviously the interstate, but Jessica had no idea where. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and she lay almost prone on the rear seat. The sperm had long since dried on her face, but the mask was still in place. She tried sleeping fitfully, but could not bring herself to forget the awful humiliation of the gang rape and ejaculations on her face. The car travelled along a somewhat bumpy road for about 20 minutes, and then slowed and made a sharp turn. It angled upwards, and Jessica felt the huge machine gear down and climb up a twisting, torturous road. After just a few minutes, the car slowed to a stop. She heard the rear doors open up, and felt strong hands reach in and almost haul her out. Her nakedness embarrassed her, as she had no idea where she was. The torment and anguish were bringing salty tears to her eyes. "Why are you doing this to m-" she started to say, but was interrupted by a rubber ball gag thrust into her mouth again, shocking and almost choking her with it's suddenness. "Quiet, bitch, you'll talk when asked to. And it won't be often, believe me!" she heard a new voice, a feminine one at that, answer. She was led, stumbling, up a series of rough, stone steps, through a door and into the hallway of what she supposed was a large home of some sort. Finally the mask was taken from her face. Jessica felt the dried cum crinkle and snap on her cheekbones. She blinked in the dazzling light striking her eyes so suddenly after several hours of complete darkness. When the tearing stop long enough for her to focus, she gazed around. The three men who had kidnapped her were gone. She stood in a long, spacious hallway, with several large overhead windows letting in the summer sun. Luxurious Oriental rugs lined the marble floor, and expensive works of art and sculpture were everywhere. Obviously someone with a great deal of money lived here. The woman, behind her now, spoke. "Welcome to the Training Center, Jessica. My name is Eva. Before we go any farther, I should tell you the rules here. One, don't even think about trying to escape. |