Misty's world became lost in a fog as she slept, passed out from the pain...she had dreams....running through an open door, only to be lassooed by a rope around her neck and dragged back into the house....nightmarish visions of her being suspended off the floor, her tits rope strangled dark and the cord hooked to the ceiling, another cord wrapped tight around her waist....she struggled and as rewarded by unimaginable 'things', rising off the floor and imbedding themselves in her mouth, her pussy and her ass......
the fog returned then vanished, another vision.....all she could see was her own pussy, open and vulnerable....hands inside her....objects, more objects....screaming....cum pouring out.......throughout her nightmare was one constant image, that of Valerie, her captor...her owner....her words echoeing in Misty's ears...."you belong to me....for as long as I want you, and there's nothing.....NOTHING....your'e gonna do about it...."
.....but with all the abuse came other feelings.....lust....the pleasure of sexual extasy when Valerie touched her in just the right places.....