Chapter Twenty-Eight
None of them knew how to release the cuffs on her wrists. The result was that Cassie spent the next few hours kneeling on a packing crate, her arms up behind her. They’d simply run a rope around the high-tech cuffs, thrown it over a pipe that ran across the ceiling and pulled on it until her shoulder muscles burned. They’d found her naked, except for her boots, and left her that way because, as one of them put it, they wanted something good to look at. After a while one of them came to take her boots, just in case she’d stashed a weapon in there. Then he slapped her ass a few times and f****d her doggy-style.
It was light enough treatment after the kinds of things she’d experienced before. No electric batons were involved. And his c**k was thick, with a pleasant-feel
