Taken (Chapter Two): Morgan Dasha sat curled up in a ball on the cold cement floor of Karls basement. She had no idea how long shed been there, 2, 3, ...aybe 4 weeks. Every day Karl came downstairs and showered her with cold water from a hose. He brushed her hair and made her stand on a scale (she was down to 95lbs). Then he gave her a half a cup of oatmeal. She was so starved that she didnt even notice how terrible it tasted. And then, he would make her take a pregnancy test. Each day when it. What would it take to produce an erotic reaction in this body. {Doug}knew that there was a collection of nudie magazines hidden in the back of the closet. Would looking at the girls in them produce an erection, or would the "female identity" in his mind see that as a lesbian reaction. Something to think about, and maybe to try later.A quick shower, during which {Doug}managed to avoid playing with his newfound toy too much, helped wash away much of the night's confusion. Dressing for the day in. ”Without thinking, he did was he was told. “Wha...” he started the ask the obvious question, but all words were gone from his mind. Her perfect eyes, looking up at him, refused to let him think.“I was wondering if you'd like to join me.” Despite trying to push the nerves from her voice, a few still hung to the ends of her words. “You want me t...” Now it was really hard to think.”She moved toward him, reaching around his frame to swing the door closed. “I was wondering...” – her hands were on. “Just as well we did this out here; you pissed all over the deck, you dirty little slut. Do you always go around pissing yourself like that?”She didn’t respond; she didn’t even try to struggle as he undid the clips from her wrists, and moved her across to the rail, wrapping a rope around it and fastening her to it. She was now held down, leaning out over the back rail of the boat, her legs spread wide, and her red arse sticking up high.“Now, my slutty Elizabeth,” he said, whispering in her ear..