Miranda heads to work

Moments after Wan-Chih left, Miranda remembered the text she’d got from Abby. Checking her phone, she read,

MOM, I’M IN BIG TROUBLE, AND I THINK YOU ARE TOO. SOMEONE’S COMING TO SEE YOU. PLEASE DO WHATEVER HE ASKS. DON’T CALL ME BACK. THEY’LL TELL US WHEN WE CAN SPEAK.

She threw down the phone and hurried to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, as though she could wash away the horror of what had happened. She could get her body clean on the outside, but she squirmed with horror at the knowledge that the vile thug’s cum was sloshing around in her stomach.

Nor could she wash away the terrible memory of her experience. The brutal, savage fucking she had endured. Endured, or enjoyed? Who was she kidding? She loved every second of it. But that was because of the **** he gave her, surely? Some kind of powerful amphetamine, presumably. Was that how these criminal scum had snared Abby? Tricking her into taking one of those little pink pills, then moving her up to harder ****?

Did they have the same planned for her? That was what Wan-Chih had said. But he’d also threatened to impregnate her, and that had just been a lie. Or had it? Once they had her working as a whore – and she could barely wrap her head around that idea – who knew what other depraved plans they had for her? Did they plan to get her **** up and breed her like a prize mare, to some unknown stallion?

As she mused over these thoughts, she enjoyed the hot water coursing over her luscious body, she found herself slipping her hand between her legs, to rub gently at her clit as she pondered what sort of vile, debauched activities she’d soon be taking part in…

With a horrified, gasp, she pulled her and away. “Oh god, what the hell am I doing? There must still be trace of that damn **** in my system. I need a strong cup of coffee!”

She drove to work in a daze. It was almost as if the morning’s encounter had been a dream, but she feared it was all too real. She made it to the office and exchanged the usual pleasantries with her staff, but it was obvious to everyone she met that she was distracted, and seemed to be in a strange mood. Everyone put that down to her ‘family emergency’ and showed polite concern, but she could see the usual insolent smirk on Caleb Trent’s cocky young face.

She could just imagine how that little shit would laugh if he knew what had happened to her, and what lay in store for her. She could see him admiring her broad ass as she walked past him into her office, but a little bit of sexual harassment at work seemed like the least of her worries at the moment...

As the hours passed, it all seemed so unreal. Could the criminals really expect her to work as a whore? It was unbelievable. Maybe that was just a hollow threat and they’d come up with some other way for her to pay Abby’s debt. Surely they could be made to see reason?

As she thought that, her phone chirped and she picked it up to see an unknown number on the screen. She answered it, and felt fresh horror as she recognized the voice of the muscular brute who had ravished her a few hours earlier…