Snatched Again Part 2
As you lay in the PVC cocoon on the cold floor of the van you struggle against the tape holding your wrist firmly behind your back whilst whimpering into you gag. Your mouth feels so full and the taste of the used rubber glove is threatening to bring on your gag reflex. “Stay calm” a soft female voice implores you. “It’s easier if you just obey. This will all be over soon enough and you can go back to your cosy life in the suburbs”.The voice calms you and you seem to accept your fate. You...