Kim pov

I woke to the sound of skin slapping against skin. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was Jack's skin slapping against mine. I was no longer at the bar. I was now in a house with Jack and it didn't look like it was in a neighborhood in town. I looked out the windows and saw prairie for as far as the eye could see. I was in a little house in the middle of nowhere.

"Where am I?" I screamed at Jack . He was on top of me again, his face looking down at me, his mouth opened into an "O" of pleasure. I hated him so much at that moment. I wanted to hurt him, make him suffer but I had no idea where I was or how to get back home. I had no idea if I could survive here without Homberto. I looked around to see if I could gather any clues as Jack continued to fuck my pussy.

I couldn't help but cum every once in a while. His cock was hitting good places inside of me and I was grateful that I could at least cum. It was the one redeeming thing about the situation. Jack was talking shit to me as he fucked me, calling me a slut, whore, and piece of shit. I took all of his insults, knowing that I would stoke the fire of my anger with them. They would fuel my escape when I could figure out a plan.

I thought about Clyde often and I wondered how he was feeling. I knew he probably thought I stood him up because I was afraid to get married. It was no secret that marriage scared me but I had wanted to try with him and now I wasn't sure if I was going to get that chance.

"Your stupid fiance is actually sad you're missing," Jack informed me, even as he fucked me harder. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it, Kimberly."

"What do you mean you'll take care of it?"

"I mean, soon he will know to stop looking for you. He'll know you got cold feet because you found some better dick. This dick is better than his, isn't it Kimberly? We should be together, not you and him."Jack looked so fucking crazy and I was extremely scared of what he would do. I was happy that Clyde was safe and not in danger but I hated the thought of him thinking that I had cold feet. I didn't! I loved him and wanted him. He was supposed to be my husband.

"I love cumming in your pussy! Maybe we'll have a baby together, Kimberly. Maybe it's you and me against the world this time!" He grunted and moaned as he came right in my bare pussy. There wasn't much I could do about it but accept it. I wondered what would happen if I really did get pregnant. I looked out the window at the open prairie. I wondered how far it was to the next sign of life. I wondered where I was. I felt so isolated and alone.

"I have to go to work, Kimberly. Come here," he pulled me by the hair over to the wall. He then fastened something around my neck and chained my wrists to my ankles. I wouldn't be moving much. He left me a bucket and a roll of paper towels, which I appreciated but was still insulted by. I watched him wave good-bye and walk out the front door. I couldn't see him leaving but I heard the car engine start and then drive away. I was alone in the house, chained to the fucking wall. This was not how I had pictured my life ending up.

I began to cry, my will to survive dwindling. If I couldn't be with Clyde, maybe I just wanted to die. I wallowed in my sorrows, knowing Jack would eventually come back for me and rape me some more. At this point, I was so lonely and bored that I actually started to look forward to seeing Jack. I began to long for his cock and pray that he would abuse me a little bit harder each time he fucked me. Jack became my world and my master. I began to see that the only way to survive was to succumb to his wishes. The only way to live in the circumstances I was given was to give in.

"Clyde is engaged again,"Jack showed me a newspaper announcement. There he was with a woman who looked younger and prettier than me. I couldn't tell how much time had passed since I'd been kidnapped. He looked happy. That was the moment I realized I was never getting rescued. Clyde had given up on me and Jack was gloating. I wanted to talk back but I couldn't afford to. His cock was already down my throat and I knew a rough ass fucking was coming next, his hand moving around my swollen belly and breast. I knew Jack and his sadistic tendencies by then. I had grown to love them and though it hurt to see Clyde with someone else, I realized I had someone else now too, someone that fucked me better than Clyde ever did.