Amanda awoke to the feeling of her pussy being filled by yet another cock. She did not know who it was, but whoever it was he was fucking her so hard her body was rocking up and down on the bed. Please, no more, please. Hey baby, you feel so good. That butt plug just makes you so tight. A butt plug, so that was what was in her bottom and it was Joey who was in her pussy. Amandas body hurt so much that even the force of his thrusts paled in

For the next five minutes, Amanda cleaned her new master while he groped her body. She longed to push him away but knew it would only earn her more punishments. Finally, he allowed her to clean herself before pulling her out. He made her dry him with a big towel and then he roughly dried her off too. By the time he was finished she was red all over. Time for breakfast. As he said this, Amanda realised she was starving, her stomach growling at

Amanda reached up her aching neck to again try to pull down the right side of his jeans. To her surprise, she actually managed to get the jeans down far enough for her to get her teeth around the top of his underpants and finally his penis popped out, hitting her in the face. She took the head into her mouth, her jaws stretching wide to fit it in. She knew she had little time and worked hard to get the penis as far into her throat as she could.

Tears once again formed in Amandas eyes at his comment. She was pulled into a bathroom and pushed into a large shower cubicle. Amanda stood facing the back of the shower as she heard him turn on the water. She was expected to feel the water on her head, so when she felt a blast of water hit her back she screamed. She tried to move away from the spray of water but of course, he just moved the hose to hit her again. Turn around and face me! Amanda slowly turned around, dreading the water hitting her breasts and pussy. She used her hands to try and cover herself.

Amanda was forced to sit and apply more makeup, seeing her face become that of a stranger. When Joey was satisfied, he pulled her to her feet and out onto a different set. This one was made to look like a bedroom, with a large bed in the centre. Now listen to me Amanda, I just want you see your honest emotions. Now, stand over by the mirror and pretend to be checking your makeup. Dont worry about what to do after that, it is all under control.

Amanda walked slowly down the dock, wincing each time the old boards creaked under her feet. She saw the old buildings, windows broken and graffiti covering much of the outside. She felt uneasy, wishing she was home, but she knew that she had to try to find out what had happened to her friend Susan. Susan worked for the local paper and fed up with being sent on stories covering school fetes and store openings, had decided to do some investigative work on her own. Amanda had tried to tell her that researching goods that had gone missing from the

The hallway ended, with Amanda finding herself back in the large foyer near the stairway. Knowing that the front door had to be near, she ran into the room, her vision greatly impaired by her tears. She did not even see the man she slammed into unto it was too late, the force of his body sending her falling backwards. Vince had heard the sound of her shoes first, and had walked out into the foyer in time for her to crash head long into him.

Amanda started to shake as he told he was going to kill her. No, please, I wont tell anyone, I promise. You dont have to kill me. Please, please. She was crying so hard by now, that she did not even know if he could understand her. She felt him place the gun beside her head and closed her eyes, waiting for the shot. Bulldog could feel her shaking as he held the gun to her head. He was just about to pull the trigger when he heard a voice behind him.

The man who had spoken, lent down to pick up the plate, at the same time turning his head to look directly at Amanda hiding under the table. Amanda felt like her heart had stopped, as the man stared at her. Hey, who are you? Come out here and show yourself. Amanda tried to move but found she just couldnt. The man reached his hand out to take the rope and pulled her out.

A few hours later, Amanda sat in an interview room, having told the police everything that had happened to her since she went to the docks. At the mention of her friend, one of the officers had left the room, only to return a few minutes later with a sad expression on his face. He had told her that they had found her friends body the very night Amanda had gone to find her. Although Amanda had been told at the docks that her friend had been killed, hearing it being confirmed just knocked the wind out of her.