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  It was difficult to concentrate on where the pain was the greatest.   Her feet and toes were raw and she was still aware of the agonizing invasion in her bottom… though her pussy had stopped hurting… except for the patch.   Her stomach held the painful remembrance of the woman’s fist, and her arms were aching from supporting her weight.   All of the tortured places made it difficult for Jenna to concentrate on escaping or the futile idea of being rescued, and at some point she fell into a deep sleep.
    In the morning… at least, Jenna assumed it must be… the light switched on and her eyes flew open.   The bowls were empty, so the woman might be pleased.   Instead, Jenna cringed back against the wall as she watched the man who had abducted her approach.
    He squatted down and looked at her collar.   “Belladonna,” he noted.   “Good, she’s pleased.   That’s one of her favorites,” Sloan said.   “You’re caged, so you must not have been difficult.”   He opened the metal door.   “Out.”
    Jenna remained frozen to the back wall.   The man seemed somehow more solid and taller as he walked confidently around the torture chamber.   It seemed unfair to her, that such a handsome man could be so evil.   She remembered how pleasantly he had smiled in confusion when he had asked her for directions.   He was his mother’s bait to attract new flowers for this nightmare, and Jenna figured that not many women would have ignored the good looking man… even when he was standing in the dark shadow beside the bar.
    Jenna recognized him when she crossed the street.   She had noticed him sitting in a dimly lit corner of the bar, and had actually been jealous when he had reduced himself to call Peggy over to join him.   Jenna had wanted to speak to him.   She had wanted to convince the handsome stranger to take her away from the depressing future of becoming like her mother.   Nancy was already going to the bars when she needed money for a new pair of jeans or blouse she wanted, and Jenna was determined not to make that her future.   She was convinced that this man would drive her away from that life… and he had.
    Sloan walked towards the cabinet and flipped a switch on the side, and Jenna felt shocking current run across the cement floor.   “Aaaah!”   She scrambled around the cage, but even the mattress shocked her.
    “Out,” Sloan repeated.
    Jenna had no choice, and she crawled through the entrance, crying.   As soon as she cleared the door, Sloan flipped the switch down and informed her, “The floors and everything in this room have metal sensors embedded in them.”
    “Ppplease let me go,” Jenna wailed.   The man stormed up to her, and she screamed when he grabbed the loop at the front of her collar and lifted her.
    Sloan held her up to her toes with one fist and her hands, still bound and resting on her back, clenched frantically at the empty air.   He gripped her jaw with his other hand and in his deep voice he said calmly, “You do not speak without permission, Belladonna.”
    Jenna trembled and she struggled to breathe.   She was terrified, and tried to keep from screaming and pleading again.   Sloan walked her on tiptoe over to the cabinet and he reached for something.   It was the black penis gag, and Jenna sobbed.   Sloan stared at her and asked patiently, “Do we need this?”
    Jenna shook her head in fear, and he finally lowered her so that she could gasp in air.   Sloan reached down and ripped the patch from her pussy and she wailed and bowed over.   He tossed it aside, straightened her, and ran his hand over her sore bald lips.   “Done with that, at least.”
    Oh thank god.   Jenna stood trembling in front of him, clenching her fists behind her back, and Sloan caught her glancing at the door.
    Jenna looked up into his dark, amused eyes.   “Do you want to try to run?” he asked.   Startled, Jenna shook her head.   She wanted to, but she knew he would use