When I woke up the next day, a Sunday, the events of the previous night seemed little more than a dream to me. I was part indignant at having been t...ken advantage of in those circumstances, and part glowing inside at having tasted forbidden fruit in the flesh for the first time. Countless times in the past I had fantasised about being used, being held down and just fucked liked a bitch, and believe it or not this was the only time in my life that anything like it had ever happened to me in. All paid for by doing a decent job in service of his fellow man, I was sure of that. He was probably a teacher, or a fire fighter. Those people absolutely rake it in, as we all know.But of more interest to me than the cars was a stack of about fifteen plastic canisters, filled with ethyl alcohol. According to the label they had once held wiper fluid, but it said EtOH on all of them, written on the side with thick, black marker pen. EtOH is the common abbreviation for it. I guess someone with a. Maybe she thought I was going to steal her car.As I approached her I saw that her car had something dripping from under the engine. "Looks like we have a problem here," I said pointing to the green liquid on the grown. I squatted and looked under the car and saw that her radiator had sprung a leak. "I think your trip home is going to have a little delay."Sandy moaned in frustration."Don't worry, I'll take care of it."I found a repair shop and had them tow the car to the garage to replace the. Bless her heart, Devon thought, her nightmare was just beginning. A few hours later, the door opened again, slamming into her. She hollered out and spit at the man, but he just spit back on her and laughed. But, instead of moving past her like they usually would, he reached down and grabbed her shackles, unlocking them from the wall and pulling her upwards. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out as the rusty metal pinched her raw and bloodied wrists. It was the first time in days she.