Looking around at the glass walls.. she felt so on display. She still didn't really grasp where she was, she thought she was probably still at his house, but she really wasn't sure. With the glass walls and all the computers outside the room, and what was with the space suit? was she in some kind of lab? she certainly felt like it.
Getting up she walked back into the bathroom and shut the door. Of course the damn door didn't have a lock on it. Who doesn't have a lock on there bathroom door, she thought, Derrick doesn't that's who, she answered herself. Had he been planning something like this? Had he done anything like this before? Had he had this room built just so he could keep somebody captive?
Derrick having just left she was pretty sure he was going to be gone for a few hours. So standing up she stripped off her cloths and stood in front of the mirror. She had tiny little bruises from where Derrick had held her down roughly, and her ass was still bright red and sore to the touch.
She ran some water in the tub, it was only after the tub was full that she realized that he probably could hear the water running. Would that make him come back up to investigate? She hoped not, because right now she just wanted to get the dirty feeling of him touching her off her body, if that was even possible. She lowered herself down into the tub.. the warm water felt good as it enveloped her body. She sat there for a few moments with her knees drawn up to her chest. Then slowly she uncurled herself and leaned back. Running her hands down along her full breasts .. the nipples still hard and tender from when he had squeezed and tugged on them. Then letting her hands fallow the curve of her body they moved over the flat of her stomach. She hesitated a moment when her fingers where just an inch above her smooth mound. She had always kept herself cleanly waxed because she liked the feeling of it, but now it was a source of embarrassment for she didn't even have that little tuft of hair to hide her privets. Her hands slid lower, hesitantly she spread her legs, Her long slender fingers moved over the soft puffy lips of her pussy.... it still felt tender. Then her hips jerked up quickly as her fingers found her tiny clit, it was still hard and throbbing.. when she touched it her body jerked almost as if it where in pain.. it still felt so sensitive from all the rubbing .. and what was that with her body... She tried to understand what had happened to her. She had heard a few of her friends talking about having sex with there boyfriends.. but she had never heard them talk about there bodies reacting the way hers did, and the feelings that ran through her body while Derrick had been rubbing it. She tried to push the scene out of her head .. but it kept coming back to haunt her. Then she got a terrible feeling in her stomach.. he had put his fingers inside her.. She gasped at the memory.. did that mean.. she wasn't even sure if she was still a virgin. She knew that when a man and woman made love the first time it would brake her hymen, but would that have done it? would his fingers going in her have taken that.. She laid back in the tub and softly cried.
A few minutes later she pulled herself back together and climbed out of the tub and pulled one of the big fluffy towels that hung on the rack around her. Then looking around the brightly lit room a horrible thought came to her, what if he had a camera and had been watching her while she touched herself in the tub. She looked around, she couldn't see anything that would look like a camera, but how could she be sure he didn't have one hidden somewhere.
With the towel still wrapped around her she bent and picked up her cloths that where still in a pile in the tile floor. Walking back into the bedroom, her bare feet sinking into the deep carpeting. She laid the pile of her dirty cloths back in the bed knowing that she was going to have to get dressed, how knew when he was going to come back. She looked around the room, in the corner she saw a wooden door, she was surprised she hadn't noticed it before. Walking over to the door she tried the handle. The door swung open. What she saw there shocked her.. she stood there for a moment.. It was a closet, but the closet wasn't empty. Reaching in she picked up a hanger, hanging from it was a long blue cotton nightgown. A chill went through her.. It still had the tag on it.. it was from one of the stores where she did a lot of her shopping, but most disturbing was the size.. It was in her size!
She shook her head trying to rationalize this. Perhaps he had a girlfriend that used to live with him, maybe she had left it there. But why when she left would she have left it there if it was still brand new? But then even darker thoughts crept into her mind. Had he been planning this? It was her size, one of the stores she shopped at. coincidence? Had he done this with somebody else before... if so where was she now? A chill went through her as dark thoughts filled her mind.
She walked back to the bed, still carrying the nightgown. Looking at her dirty rumpled clothing still sitting on the bed, did she dare put the nightgown on? By now her nipples where still and hard .. a dull ache from the cold.. she decided that she should put something on.. so she pulled off the tag and slid the gown over her body. The gown clung to her curves, under other circumstances it might have looked very attractive on her. The soft white cotton accentuating her delicate curves.. the round fullness of her breasts... the material was heavy enough to keep her warm, but still light enough where it was semi transparent.
She reached down to pick up her underpants off the bed.. they where still damp with her juices. Her eyes drifted over to the dresser that lined the wall. She walked over to it .. looking down at it like she had seen a ghost, a lump in her throat... her hand reached out and slid open the draw.. She gasped, feeling slightly dizzy. Sitting in the draw where several new pair of underpants. Again with the tags still on them and in her size. The palms of her hands where damp and sweaty as she picked up a pair of the panties.. They where just like the kind she always wore.
A little while later she was sitting up in the bed.. the blankets pulled up around her when Derrick came in carrying her dinner... Her heart was racing .. almost like a child who got caught with there hand in the cookie jar. She sighed a sigh of relief when he started to turn looking like he was going to leave thinking he hadn't noticed the change of cloths. Then he stopped and turned back towards her.. her heart leaped as if it where trying to brake out of her chest, her breath caught in her throat. Then she started to relax when he mentioned the food and the utensils.. all she could do was nod nervously, her eyes still wide and filled with fear.
"No...No its ok.. I'll be good" she whispered when she found her voice.
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