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wetting and shuddering, until she squeezed her channel in shame.   Only when her quivers stopped did she feel the man begin to move inside her.   She wailed in angry frustration and pain as the man thrust himself to a climax so intense that she was sure his fingers left bruises where they clamped onto her hips.
    The light turned off and Tiana lay shocked, feeling the juices dribble from inside her and slide to the blanket.   Her mind tried to ratify its response to the man.   She trembled when he lay down beside her, and he placed a hand on her breast and stroked her until she heard him softly snore.   Tiana felt the strong man stretched out next to her, and when she thought about the debasing act, her nipple tightened under his resting hand.   The bottom line of the encounter was that Tiana knew she had been aroused, and that her body had responded with gratitude at having finally been sated by someone other than her selfish ex-lover.
    When the man awoke and opened the curtain, it was dark outside.   His hand caressed over her breasts, down her stomach, and he stroked her pussy a few times.   The girl was too exhausted even to tremble, and Dillon climbed to the front and studied the lot, waiting for one lone truck hauling produce to finish chugging to life and make its way up the ramp to the Interstate.   Satisfied that they were alone, he flipped over the passenger seat, opened the door, and reached back for his unwilling companion.   Her eyes caught for a moment in the overhead lamp of the parking lot, and Dillon felt an unusual excitement when he looked into the fearful blue stare.
    After pulling her towards the door he turned her over, and slipped a hand under the connection of her bound wrists and ankles.   Tiana’s breathing was gasping and wracked as he lifted her like a suitcase, and after slamming the door he carried her to a panel hidden on the side of the box trailer, close to the driver’s side of the cab.   Dillon pulled out the ramp secured under the truck, climbed with the girl still swaying, and used a key to open the metal access panel.
    From her painfully stretched position, Tiana watched the ribbed grill of the ramp while they climbed and entered onto the floor of the trailer.   Dillon lay her on the cold metal while he pulled up the ramp and closed the panel.   They were in darkness for a brief moment until he flipped a switch, and Tiana found herself inches from his boot.   He squatted down and slipped a knife under the tape, disengaging her ankles from her wrists.
    Tiana’s legs were cramped, and as they unfolded she groaned while the circulation returned and the muscles were allowed to stretch.   The knife cut through the tape on her ankles, and she felt him pull the remnants of the tape free.   She still had not turned her head, and she remained staring at his boots as his strong hands wrapped around her bound arms and lifted her.
    Only then did Tiana turn, when the grip on her arms tightened and forced her to move.   She took in the length of the trailer and began screaming and thrashing, and Dillon wrapped an arm under her breasts. “Hush, sweetheart.   Be still, now,” his calm voice said quietly.
    Tiana found herself standing inside a long metal box with fluorescent lighting running the length of the ceiling, secured behind grills.   Naturally, there were no windows, and she saw no inside levers to work the doors on the other end.   The panel had a latch on this side, but as she took in the rest of the space, it became obvious that she would never get the chance to use it.
    There was a vast assortment of equipment, all bolted securely to various points of the enclosure.   Two of the torturous devices held women Tiana recognized from pictures in the news.   Even so, it never crossed her mind to be relieved that the girls were not dead, because one was strung up with her bound hands raised over her back and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and the other was