Something, or someone, yanked the sheet off her. Gasping, she grabbed for it only to encounter a solid form. A scream boiled up into her throat. Before it could break free, something was shoved into her mouth.

OMG, a ball gag!

While the person who'd inserted the rubber ball fastened accompanying straps around her head, other hands clamped down on her wrists and held her in place. Once the too-tight gag was secure, the strangers-she thought there were three of them-forced her onto her belly and wrenched her arms behind her. No matter how much she thrashed, they easily cinched broad leather straps around her wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees.

Her heart threatened to stop beating. Fear didn't halfway explain what she was feeling. Even terror wasn't a strong enough word. This wasn't happening! Couldn't be real!

Except it was.

Sweat slickened her skin and made her stick to the bottom sheet. She prayed her captors would relax their hold once they'd secured her to their satisfaction. Once that happened she might be able to think, to acknowledge-what? Frantic, she whipped her head from side to side. She was trying to make sense of what they were doing when she spotted something descending toward her eyes.

"No!"

Her scream came out as babble. Strong fingers clamped against the sides of her head and held her immobile as someone forced a blindfold into place and secured it. Blackness became a force, an integral part of the nightmare. She was trapped in ways she'd never imagined were possible. Except for being able to hear, her senses had been wrenched from her. It barely mattered that her captors were no longer holding her in place. Even with the blindfold, she was certain a light had been turned on.

"Shit. No wonder he wanted her. What a piece."

"You're sure we have to get her there tonight? Can't we take her someplace of our choosing and have a little fun first?"

"Is a quick poke and go worth losing your nuts over? Don't be an idiot. It's time to get the package out of here."

He wanted her?

"This explains why we're being paid so well," a man with a drawl announced. "He knew we'd be tempted."

"Shit. Jack off on your own time. Or better yet, watch some of her videos. Damn but they're hot."

"My guess is she's going to regret doing them. Talk about giving a man ideas."

A voice she hadn't heard before snorted. "I've seen a lot of what she does. Shit. Just plain hot shit."

"You've got that right. No wonder I didn't let my membership lapse. She alone's worth the cost."

"She isn't the only hot bitch at Cages."

"Just the best."

"Or one of the best, not that it matters. This has been the best gig I've been part of since..."

"Not interested," the drawler broke in. "Keep your shit to yourself."

"Fuck you."

Ferren sensed someone leaning close. Hot hands squeezed her breasts bringing home the reality that she was naked. Panic took another swipe at her sanity as she fought not to lose bladder control. Only the idea of how her captors would react stopped that from happening.