Then I realized I was naked and clean, no more sickening stench. ‘It’s about time you woke up,’ floated a soft, sweet voice, but from where? ‘...ou looked so peaceful sleeping there, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you, especially after what you had to go through.’ ‘Where are you?’ I tried shouting, but my voice was barely a hoarse whisper. ‘Who are you?’ My eyes were frantically scanning the room, taking in everything, trying to find my captor. Because that’s what she was, right? All I found. She said "Do what I say" She had him raise his hands above his head as he lay face down ,she clicked the cuffs on ,and had him in a blindfold.She told him not to make a sound he was in shock ,and could not comprehend what was happening never mind talk he felt the cold steel of the knife run down his spine she cut off his briefs threw them away like a used kleenx .He felt her legs slid over his back straddling him she grabbed the hair on the back of his head with one hand, his cock and balls. “Okay, then, little slave girl, lift your shirt over your tits while you play. You must keep it high before you unzip me until after I’m safely zipped.” I grinned. I didn’t care but now the stakes were more even about body parts showing.That slowed her. I didn’t say anything. There wasn’t much I could do until we reached an apartment so it was up to her to really decide how much, if anything, to do.She looked thoughtful watching cars as we passed them and a few passed us. “X, my hand has been. She saw her dirty clothes basket reflected in the mirror as she brushed. Laying on top was the pair of knickers she'd removed after her naughty session sitting on the toilet masturbating. She remembered that they'd been rather soiled. She panicked a little thinking that Max must've seen them. She felt worse when she realised he must've moved them there from the floor where she'd left them. She turned around went over to the basket and picked them up. Her heart pounded as she inspected the white.