She twitched inside. "I... I'm not a doll!" More of an action figure, I'd say". His grin spread as he opened a drawer and placed a pink vibrator on th... dresser top. "And what interesting accessories you come with".She reddened. "How did you know?"."Oh, I've been hanging around for days - watching you, going through your things, tip-toeing through your mind. You just haven't been able to see me". He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "But I've been able to see you"."I don't understand how. Without letting go of her hair, I move behind her and slide my cock into her pussy as she lets out another moan, this one louder than the rest. My cock slides in and out of her dripping wet pussy easily. I soon let go of her hair hold with one hand around her throat and the other on her hip.I pound her pussy harder and harder as she moans louder and louder and begins almost to scream. I push myself inside her as far as I can and I feel both of us tense all of our muscles for a second.She. John said it was time she saw part of the house she had never been, He told her it was a cellar he used for storage for work. They went down the stairs and came to a door. John opened it and showed Anita in.She was stunned. She appeared to be in some sort of dungeon with shackles, crosses, and benches. There were whips and other items she knew were to inflict pain.She turned to ask John what this what when he hit her. She was stunned and staggered back. John grabbed her by the throat.“You are. And now she was gone. Where and why became the question of the month. Sightings of her in the Middle East, Russia, China, India, South America, were rampant. Name a country, someone had seen her. She was being held as a love slave by some perverted sheik who had paid millions for her, had been seen at the feet of a shaman priest, was now hideously deformed by a flash fire caused by use of some exotic drug. The stories were everywhere. Gone, like a thief in the night, her crime the empty lives.