Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 {Author's Note: If the story codes don't give it away, this just might be
triggering for survivors.

   There's also some incidental Drug Use, Picarism, Anal, and other stuff
in the following:..}

   Chapter I {MF Bond Rape Tort Snuf}

   "Hey!" a van pulled up, "How much?"

   I got up, rubbing my arms, and stepped out from the doorway.  "You a
cop?" I don't know him, and there could be a bunch of NARCs in back.

   "No." Couldn't see his face at all.

   "Turn on the light," I looked at the window in the back door.  Looked
like metal shelfs, some stuff, no cops.  He was just some guy with a beard,
in a hoody.

   "I don't got much," I zipped open my purse, "But I just need a hit."

   "What?" He checked his mirrors, but there was nobody else on the streets
this late.

   "Shards, man!" I shook my head, "Ice, Tweek, Krystal?"

   "Oh," He cut the light, "You mean Meth?"

   "Yeah, No shit!" I turned back to get out of the cold drizzle.

   "Wait!" He yelled, "I don't got none, but I know a guy.  He says it's
real good shit!"

   "They all say that," I turned back, "Can you get it?"

   He shook his head, "I can take you to him, it's a ways."

   "A cook?" He nodded, so I grabbed the door.  Rolled up the window, but
he had the heater going.  "Hurry up, man." I shivered.  I needed bad, but
if it took all night, I'd never make enough to get more.  He didn't say
nothing, so I just got warm till just my hands was shaking.  "You wern't
kidding!" He just drove, to the highway, out the suburbs, and around the
loop.  He got off at a exit, under the overpass, and out some county road.

   My legs jumped, like a drummer, I couldn't sit still, but I hoped it
would be soon.  Come on, come on!  I rubbed my face quick.  He slowed down,
but I didn't see no road, just poles for miles, but he turned at a space in
the trees, and went up under these high wires.  Yeah, had to be a cook,
they got to do it way out here so nobody smells it.  It started snowing,
but we pulled up at this metal shack at the bottom of one of the poles.

   "Come on," he turned it off, and got out.  I sniffed, but didn't smell
nothing.  He unlocked the lock, and pulled open the latch.

   "You sure he here?" I didn't see no light on.

   "He's probably just sleeping," he opened the door, "Why don't you go in,
and see?"

   I looked around, "Why don't you?" nothing but dark, and the head lights.
"He's your friend, right?" He grabbed me, and yanked my arm.  "Let go! 
AH!" He pulled my arm, and pushed me in the shack.  "Mother FAH!"

   He pushed me down, kicked me, and I fell on some metal floor.  He locked
up the door quick, and pushed me back down before I could get up.  I
screamed, but he didn't say nothing.  All I heard was him breathing.  He
held me down, sat on me with his legs over my arms, but it was to dark to
see nothing.  Then he pulled my arm out, and twisted it till I rolled over.
He pulled both of them behind me, and I felt him rapping something around
them.

   "Ah, stop it, you Fucker!  I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you man! 
Let me GO!" I think he laughed, still didn't say nothing.  He pulled me up,
and that really hurt my arms.  I think there was a chain between my hands,
but they didn't feel like cuffs.  More like thick straps.  He pushed me in
the corner, and I heard some screeching noise.

   Then I was falling, crashing down stairs it felt like.  It hurt like
hell, I hit my head, and arms, and legs, and all over my body before I
stopped rolling on a cement floor.  Then I heard a motor, and the lights
came on.  I got my legs under me, and looked up, but he slammed a metal
door over the stairs.  I just lost it, shaking mad, trying to pull my hands
out, but they were too tight, and I just hurt my shoulder more.

   "Get back here you sick motherfucker, so I can fucking Kill You!" I got
up the stairs, and tried to push up the door, but even bashing it with my
back, it wouldn't budge.  "HRAHAHAHA!" It just hurt my arm more, but right
away, it opened again, and he pushed me back down the stairs.  "Whad'you
want from me!?" I turned, and saw he was wearing a mask.

   He didn't say nothing, just pushed me down over a bed, and stuck
something down the back of my pants.  It cut them and he pushed them down.
"AHHHH!" I screamed, "RAPE!" I tried to fight, but he grabbed the chain
between my hands, and pushed my arms up over my back.  I could feel him
moving around behind me, then he pushed in me.

   I screamed some more, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop
him.  It hurt, just like every time I ever got raped.  I remembered both of
them, that kid back at school, and that time I got caught alone after dark.
I live in a bad part of town, you'd think experience would make it easier,
and I ain't no virgin, but it still hurt, and makes you feel like shit.

   He finished quick, and I just lay there crying on the dirty smelling
matress.  Then he grabbed me again, and started cutting my jeans again. 
Down the legs, I kicked so hard I fell off on the floor, but that just
ripped them more.  He sat on me, and both his arms were stronger than my
leg, it just took longer.  Then he grabbed something, and strapped it on
over my knees.

   When that was done, he got off me, and pulled me up by my arms.  It was
a pipe, between my knees with a chain through it, and those leather straps
on rings.  It held my legs open, and he made me walk back on my knees.  He
chained me to a ring screwed into the floor, and cut the arms of my
sweater. Then the straps on my bra so I was naked.  I missed him cutting my
panties, but he must've done when he was working on my pants.

   He backed up, and sat down on the bed.  His mask was black, with a flap
over his nose, and a slit for my mouth.  "Now what?" My voice sounded
wrong, from all the screaming.

   "Now," he sighed, "You are MINE." His voice changed too.  That last word
sounded like a growl, and he shook his head hard, like a head but.  "I'm
gonna use you up, and throw you out like the Trash you are."

   It made sense now, or some of it.  Neither of the other guys went to all
this trouble.  Just turn up the stereo so nobody would hear, or push me in
a dark loading dock, and cover my mouth.  None of this trick me into the
van, drive me way out here, and tie me up like this.  He went through all
that just so he can keep me.  So this isn't over, he ain't done with me.

   He kept ranting, on, and on about how worthless I am, nobody would miss
me, and the streets are full of more shit like me.  I barely lissened,
don't bother talking back, and hope he'll get tired of talking.  He said
the same stuff over, didn't even change it up much, but finally, he started
to come down, layed out, and shut up.  As soon as he started snoring, I sat
down, and tried to get my legs up.

   My knees were scrubbed up real bad, like road rash, and the best I could
do was lay over on my side.  The bar made me stick one leg way over, but my
arms kept me from laying flat, so I was on my side, and twisted over when I
passed out.  Not right away, I was still needing, and the motor up stairs
was loud.  The cement was too cold, and I hurt all over.  I cried a while,
but quiet so I didn't wake him up.  I looked up the stairs, even saw the
door at the top, but they might as well be a mile away.

   I saw a light, winking red like the top of a tower under a step.  It
flashed on, and off, and on, and off...

   I don't remember nothing but screaming.  On and on without stopping to
breathe, forever.  I just knew it was me, screaming, and I couldn't stop.
Then I jerked awake, by the arms, he called me "Whore!" and unlocked the
chain to pull me up on my knees.  Then by the pipe to force me over the
stairs.  He kept my arms up to bend me over, and the steps dug into my
legs. He raped me, hard, and I screamed it hurt so much.

   My arms and knees worst then my pussy, even.  It felt like my arms would
twist right out, and it was hard to breathe, but I stopped screaming just
long enough to suck in a breath.  My head kept hitting the next step, I had
to try and twist away so it didn't bash my head out.  The one under that
pushed my tits down, and it felt like a waffle iron on my face.  I knew I
was bleeding all over, I never had time to think.  All I could feel was
pain.  Felt like forever till he pushed in, and held it to cum.

   He didn't say nothing.  Even when he was done, he just pulled me up,
swung me around, and threw me on the bed.  He locked the chain to it.  Then
I heard the metal door slam down, the motor stopped, and it went dark.  I
cried, and cried, I don't know how long.  Then, I guess I passed out.

   When he came back, he had me tied up on the bed.  My hands up over me,
and my feet to the bar at the bottom.  He stabbed my nipples, and pulled on
them to make me scream.  He raped me, and raped me, then chained my nipples
to the ceiling to pull me up, and raped me some more.  He left me hanging
there by the tits till I woke up.

   The end of my scream bounced around in the dark a little more.

   "Aahhhh!" My head hurt, and I try to rub my eyes, but my arms won't come
around.  I still hear the screams, echoing, but it makes my head hurt
worst, so I stop.  I have to pick my head up to turn it over, but it's
still dark, and so cold.  My leg is hanging off the bed, by the pipe, and
the chain is cold on my other.

   I move, and twist to pull it away, and my tit rubs on the matress.  I
feel it, on my nipple, and it'm sutprized it's not even peirced.  I never
did that, he never did to me, but it felt so real.  Even with my eyes open,
I could see him over me, breathing loud, but not saying anything.  Remember
the stabs of pain when the needles popped through.

   Now that just don't make no damn sense.  How could he stab both at the
same time with just 2 hands?  Can you really hang me off my nipples without
them tearing out?  Would my legs hang off the bed too, like I was floating?
He put the cuffs up over my knees anyway, not down by my feet, and I know
he didn't pick up the bed with me.  He didn't even come back yet.

   Like I didn't have enough pain I need to make more up!  But he was gone,
no telling how long, so I might could have enough time to get out.  I was
chained up pretty good, but I had to try something.  Anything better then
just laying here freezing, and waiting for him to come back.  My arms
really hurt, and rubbing my knee on the bed, but I got my other one back
up, and bent them so they wasn't right on it.

   They felt crusty, dry scabby, and I don't think I was still bleeding
anywere.  I pulled on my chain, and wiggled to move down a little.  The wet
spot under my mouth got on my face, but I wasn't as cold no more.  Maybe I
can twist over a little, and get on the floor so I can stand up?  Tricky,
but I get one foot down, and it's freezing cold.  Of course, but I'm naked,
and don't even have a pillow, so I'm just gonna be cold, and nothing I can
do about it.  There, the other one down, and I'm side ways at the end of
the bed.

   Now, just twist over, and turn, and push back, and try to sit up.  I can
a little, and scoot over so I got some more chain.  I feel the bar, back to
it for the ring, and lock.  I can't break that, but the bed scraped around
with all that moving so maybe it's not locked down.  No, so I can drag it
around.  In the dark, fuck this floor is cold, but I can swing my leg
around to feel.  I kind of have to with this pipe between my knees, but
maybe there is some thing in here I can use some where?

   The cuffs hurt when they slip down on my scraped up knees, but I think
my leg is thicker on top, so maybe I can slip it down?  How?  I sit on the
bed, and get my feet off the floor.  My toes burn they are so cold, so I
wiggle them till I feel pins, and needles at least.  If I stick my leg out,
and wiggle, I can squeeze the cuff down on the bed.  It takes forever, and
it really hurts, but the blood makes it a little slicker, and finally I get
them down over my knees.  After that, I have to move my feet around, and
straiten my leg to get them over the thicker part.

   It takes all night, but then they stop at my feet, and won't come off
from there.  Great, so now my feet are held open by the pipe instaid of my
knees?  I lay back down, and start getting cold before I think to lay on my
belly, and lift it up like a hog tie so my hands can reach it.  But the
chain gets in the way, and it's to short, so I roll over, and put my feet
up on the bed.  It scrapes over the chain, but I can reach the bar, with my
but up, and my arms straight out.  It hurts a lot, and I can't breathe like
this, but I can reach the pipe.  I hold my breath, and twist, and work over
it to the cuff.

   I feel the strap, and where it's tucked in, and a buckle just like a
belt.  I pull it open real quick, and fall down on my arms, and gasp for
breath.  It hurts, but I got my leg out, and when I catch my breath it's
easier to reach the other one.  I get on my side, and now I can reach it
with out the bar to make me stretch both legs back.  I feel so weak, and
tired, and my head is pounding, so I just lay there, and feel around my
other cuffs.

   No matter how I twist, the ring between them don't let me reach the
buckle.  I got one strap out, but I think I fell asleep.  I had another
nitemare, or just picked up the last one where I left off.  This time, he
kept fucking the needles in and out of my tits.  I woke up and knew right
away it was just a dream, but just as bad as the real thing.  I was still
chained to a bed with my hands behind my back, and freezing.  Maybe it was
a little warmer, or I was getting used to it, but it was still just a
matter of time till he came back to rape me some more.

   I got up, it's a lot easier without that damn pipe between my legs.  I
felt around with my feet, and dragged the bed.  There was a bucket, and
some table thing, and the stairs.  No light under it, and I can't go any
where but up on the first step, or two until the chain runs out.  So I push
the bed back, and I'm so tired I just go to sleep.

   This time he stabs me through the tits, with this big spike, and hangs
me on that.  I wake up, and stop screaming right away.  It's not really
cold at all.  Kind of chilly but not freezing it must be day!  Right, it's
dark down here so theres no way to know, but it is warmer, and how long has
it been?  Hours, or days?  Has he really never come back, or did he leave
me here to die?  I didn't freeze to death, so how long does it take to
starve?  When was the last time I ate?  What was it?

   Maybe I was dead, and this is all hell.  Not what I expected, but I
never planned on heaven.  Would they tell you?

   The first thing I heard was the motor thumping on the ceiling, then the
lights come on.  They was so bright, I turned away, and shut my eyes tite.
The door screeched open, and my headache came right back.  That was
nothing, he was here, and he didn't waste time.  He changed clothes, still
had on that mask, but now he had big black leather boots that clanked on
the steps.

   Black pants, and a long coat, black shirt too.  No gloves, the only part
of him I could see was his hands, opening his pants, then his dick, of
course.  He didn't say any thing, just pulled something down with him.  A
steel cable with a hook on the end, he grabbed me by the arms, and pulled
me over in front of the stairs.

   The floor was still cold, he pulled up my arms to bend me over, and
hooked them by the ring.  I saw the light under the step, it was on a
camera, with some metal circles bolted through the steel grate.  He raped
me, and I held my breath.  I screamed enough, but I thought about it.  The
other guys covered my mouth, or put a pillow over my head so I couldn't. 
He made me scream, wanted me to, got off on it.  He jerked my arms, but I
just grunted.

   He couldn't keep it up.  Got soft and pulled out before he even got off.
He growled, but didn't say anything.  He slapped me, just spanked my ass,
but I bit it back.  Then he slapped my cunt.  "Muhn!" I tried to hold it
back, "Naih!" He hit me harder, "Hai!  Aiea!  YaieEE!" I couldn't help it,
it hurt so much.  He turned me around, to show the camera.  Spanked it raw
till he got hard again, then raped me more.

   I thought it hurt before?  Fuck, it burned!  He came quick, then fucked
me with his fingers to keep me screaming.  Then he pulled them out, and
slapped me again, shoved more in.  He kept slapping, and finger raping me
till he got hard again, then raped me some more.  I knew I must be
bleeding, what it had to be running down my legs.  It took him a lot
longer, and my knees went weak, but that almost broke my arms, so they
straitened back out but quick!

   At last he was done, so he unhooked me, and threw me on the bed.  He
chained me to it again, and went up the stairs.  He took the pipe with him,
but he didn't say nothing.  Then I smelled it.  A burger, I never felt so
hungry my whole life.  He brought it down, and I saw the light under the
step was off again.  "So," he sat down, and put the white bag on the table,
"You got out of the spreader bar, I see."

   He didn't sound mad, or anything.  "Yeah?"

   He laughed, "The others did too." He unwrapped the burger, and grabbed
my hair.

   "Ah!" He yanked my head back, and stuffed it in my open mouth.

   "Eatit cunt!" I could barely chew, and choked on it a little.  "That's
right, you'll need your strength." I swallowed as best I could, he didn't
have to shove it down my throat.  I wanted it, but he smashed it all over
my face, and shoved me down on the bed to get the pieces that fell off. 
"All of it, you filthy fucking whore!" He smacked my ass.  Then he pulled
my head up by the hair, and jammed a greasy bag of fries in my face.  "I
said eat it, you ungrateful cow!" He pushed my face on the pieces on the
bed.  Then he poured the soda in a bowl, and held my face over the table
until I drank it all.  He kept calling me names, an "animal", or pig, or
dog and all the usual shit.  Bitch, slut, cunt, whore, blablablah.

   I guess it made him feel all high, and mighty, forcing me so low.  Maybe
he thought it would get him up again, but it didn't.  So, he smacked me
around, punched me in the belly till I almost wanted to puke, but I held it
in.  He forced me on the floor, chained me down, and talked his self to
sleep.  I couldn't reach him, even with my foot.  The stairs neither, but I
can see up them to the door.  I slept all day anyway, so I sat on the
floor, and looked at him.  Around the room too, there had to be something.
Some way I could get out, or back at him.  I'd kill him even if it ment
dying.

   The floor was metal, like the trap door, but with these steel boards
with holes through them.  The walls looked weird, too.  They's concrete,
but with all these little poke a dots, look like metal with black in the
middle.  Not all over, but in squares, then some cement, then a nother
square of the dots but there had to be a million of them.  I counted some,
I ain't going no where all day, so why the fuck not?  I don't got TV or
nothing and it's quite so I don't wake him up.  There was like 65 in one
square, and the next one to, and they was all the same size, so I guess
they all are.

   I moved around on my ass, but the cement is cold around the side. 
Theres 4 blocks on one side, and another 3 on the other.  I counted the one
in the middle, it's got more on the bottom 10 of them, so it must be 80.  I
counted across the other 2, witch's 30, and I made sure it was 8 high, so
it had to be like 250 for all of them.  The ceiling was all steel, painted
grey, but with C shaped bars on either side of the stairs, and
crisscrossing ones melted into the sides.

   I don't even care about getting out no more.  Where would I go?  Naked
out in the cold, I wouldn't get far.  I'll go to hell, then.  Long as I can
take him with me.  But what can I do?  I looked at the lock, he has the
key, over there in his pocket.  That's it, all that stands between me, and
him is this little chain.  Of course, the fucker planned it this way so I
can't reach him, or the stairs, or any thing from here.  Can't even stand
up, just get up on my busted knees, where he wants me.  Or bent over where
he can fuck me, rape me, make me his fucking whore.

   I'm not a whore, stop crying dammit!  Don't get all depressed, but I
can't help it.  I always get so sad when I come down, even if I'm not
chained down in his little sex dungeon.  Sick fucking freak, stay angry,
don't forget what I got to do.  I have to kill him, need to more than
anything in my life.  More than I ever needed tweek, but fuck, why did I
have to go and think about that?  God I needed a hit.

   It would feel so good right now.  It always felt so strong, and fast,
and smart.  I could do anything, or at least I felt like it.  Fuck that, I
never did anything, but fuck up my house, my life, every thing.  That's
what did it, I never would have been out there where he found me if I
wasn't waiting to score.  I should have told him to go fuck himself, waited
for T, but I wasn't thinking.  All he had to say was he knew a guy, and I
hopped right in.

   Stupid fucking tweek.  He lied, I should've known.  I did, I could tell,
but my stupid tweek sense took over, and made me stupid.  I used to dream
about getting out, saving up, moving to a better neighborhood, but then I
tried it.  What the fuck, I thought.  It looked like fun, he got so
excited, and fucked like a machine all night, what could it hurt?  I can't
even remember his name.  That guy, I used to go out with.  The tweeker that
gave me my first hit.

   And then it was so cheap.  Yeah, tweek is cheap, but that just means you
can get more of it.  Stay up all weekend, and spend all your money on it.
More than that, I missed rent so many times because I scored, hawked
whatever I could steel to get more.  And when I couldn't get the money, I
knew people I could go hang out with, and maybe get a hit.  If I fucked
them.  Why not, it made me horny too, right?

   Right?  Wrong, I can't remember being horny, ever.  I remember telling
myself that, if it ment getting spun, but it was a lie.  "Suck yo dick for
a rock!" I never got off on it.  Sure, it wasn't fucking for money.  Not
like I was walking the streets, right?  I didn't have a pimp, or any thing,
just dealers.  Now I could remember, dressing up nice and slutty, showing
up at their door, flirting.  "Can I cum in?"

   "Sure," he'd hold the door for me.  Load up a couple pins.  One for him,
one for me, a private party.  Then the overspun hyperfucking till we came
down.  Walking funny all the way home.  I was a whore, just don't think
about it.  Lay back, spread your legs, close your eyes, and take a hit.

   But I'm Not.  Your.  Whore.  What did he give me?  Ice?  No.  Nothing
but pain, and bruises, and tears, and cold.  Ok, a burger, and fries to
treat me like a fucking pig with.  This aint a trick, it's kidnapping,
rape, and torture.  Probably murder too when he's done with me.  What would
he do next time?  If I don't scream, maybe he will stab me.

   But not in the tits!  I don't know why I dreamed that, but he never
touched my tits.  I don't think he even ever looked at them.  Ok, what did
he do?  It's all about the twat, right?  He fucked it, spanked it, even
calls me that, "Cunt!" So that's it, that's his tweek, his drug, his fix.
No, it's more than that, he needs to make me scream.  It's not sex for him,
he has to punish it.  Not me, I'm not a person, I'm just a whore, an
animal, a pig, and a cunt.

   He hates it, but he needs it!  I guess I can understand that.  I don't
know how, but there has to be some way I can use that against him.  Go
ahead, and scream, that's what he wants, he'll just hurt me more if he
doesn't get it.  I screamed the first time, and he finished quick.

   But no.  In the morning he hurt me more, I screamed my ass off, and it
took longer.  Then I didn't till he spanked me raw, and he raped me twice.
I don't understand, it's hopeless.  I'm just a stupid tweeker whore, and
theres no way to stop him raping me hollow till I'm used up, and he kills
me.  I'm gonna fucking die.

   "AIEEEE!" He jumped out of bed, head swinging around, then he jumped on
me.  I didn't stop screaming, didn't even want to, and the way he jerked my
arms made it even worse.  He hit me, over, and over till he was in me,
forcing the air out of me so I had to gasp when he was pulling out.  He
fucked me like a tweeker, stabbing into me impossibly fast, but at least it
didn't last all day.  He grunted, but kept fucking away until he fell out
soft.

   Then he kicked me down with his big fucking boot, stomped up the stairs,
and cold air blew in from the open door.  He threw a box of cerial down the
stairs, slammed the metal door over the stairs, and cut the generator.  The
lights went out, and I crawled crying to the bed.  My shoulder hurt, and
this time he didn't hold me up by my arms, so I scraped on the floor.  I
think he broke it, or something, I can't lay on that side, and it hurts so
bad.

   I can't sleep, and as soon as I stop crying, I'm so hungry.  The floor
isn't that cold yet, so I sniff, and try to figure out how to open a box of
cerial with my hands behind my back.  The chain is just swinging back
there, did I scare him off?  Turns out the box is pretty easy but the bag
inside is a bitch.  Why do they make them so tough?  I try using my teeth,
but there's nothing to pull it against, so I try shaking it like a pitt
bull with a cat, but it just rattles around.

   Finally, I get it sitting up, and bent over so I can pinch it between my
knees.  One of my fang teeth tears it a little, but then it falls out, so I
have to bend over, pick it up, get it between my knees again, and rip it
some more.

   Frosted flakes, whatever.  I have to put it on the bed, and bend over to
eat it like a dog, but at least he's not here to watch me, and call me
names.  What I wouldn't give just to hold my arms out, it's been more than
a day, and my shoulder hurts even worst now.  Just because I woke up
screaming, I always do now wether I remember the nitemare, or not.  I'm
kind of glad I don't today, they're almost starting to scare me more.

   What does that even mean, and why would anyone want to get their nipples
pierced?  I never understood it before, but now it's so horrible, I don't
even want to think about it.  Or any thing at all, I really just want to
sleep, or die, or whatever to make it all stop.  I never liked my life
before, but this really sucks!  And what am I going to do all day locked up
in here?  Not sleep, that will just pass the time so next thing you know
he'll be back.  This ain't no fun, but any thing is better then that.

   At least I don't have to drag the bed around, so I get up, and try to
think of something.  Quick, before it starts getting colder, it takes a
while to warm back up, so maybe I'll sleep more then.  Back up to the wall,
and feel around.  The light were on last night, and I saw it looked weird.
Like poke a dots, but in squares, feels like holes with metal rings around
them in the cement.  I think to late they might be electric, but they don't
shock me, and they're every where.  Not much good they do me, but it's some
thing diffrent.

   Here's a gap of plane cement, then some more of those holes, and I bump
into the stairs.  The big metal door is to heavy for me, and I'll probably
hurt my shoulder worst trying to push it up, but I wonder if I can get
behind them.  Might be some thing back there, besides the camera.  The
lights off, so I guess it's not recording.  Maybe just for the rape, I
guess I'm his personal porn star too.  Ok wait.  I wasn't really paying
attention on the way out here when all I could thing about was tweek, but
there was all those poles, and high wires.

   Yeah, so maybe this was a power station, or something, but then why are
all the holes empty, when there should be wires and stuff all over, right?
What if this was an old one they don't use any more?  And what all would it
matter?  I guess it would be cool to figure out where the fuck I am, but if
I can't get out of here, what good is it?

   Ok, no, the stairs are to close to the wall to get behind, but maybe
around the other side, but no, and what good would getting back there do?
Don't worry about what good it'll do, I got nothing but time, so any waste
of it is a better plan than just sitting there waiting for rapey man to
come back.  Be sides, no telling what all might help till I find it, right?

   "God thus SuUuUuUcks!" I jump up, and down.  "Uh!" Shit, now I got to
take a shit.  Well, yeah, I been eating again, and when you do that it's
got to come back out some time.  "Right!" The bucket.  Never thought to
wonder what that's for, but now I can think of something.  "Now where?"

   I find it, but there's no seat, just a rim around the top that doesn't
feel an inch thick.  Great!  All the comforts of home but none of them. 
"UH!" It stinks to.  Not a lot of room in here, so theres no getting away
from it, so I push it as far as I can, and go lay down.  That's enough for
now, I yawn, and guess some sleep won't kill me.  I just hope I won't wake
up to him getting back.

   "Uhh?" The lights come on, and I hear the generater.  There brite, but
it don't hurt my head, so I sit up, and shiver a little when he pulls up
the trap door.  I don't even wonder what I was dreaming, just look up to
him pulling the cable down.  I make sure he sees me, and turn around to
bend over the bed.

   "Yeah, whore!" He pulls up my arms, "Now you no your place!" I scream,
when he shoves into me, but I feel num inside.  But he must've heard I was
fakin it, cause he pulled out, and smacked me.  Then I jumped when he hit
me harder.  "I'll fucking teach you!" He twisted it, and I felt his nukles
mashing my twat.

   He punched it again, "YUHN!" I grunted, but it knocked the breath right
outta me, it hurts so bad I can't even scream.

   "Ghn!  Ghn!  GHN!" He kept beating it, then it really hurt when he
fucked into me.  My hands bumped him, but he squeezed my arms to yank into
me so hard I hit my head on the wall.  The bed scraped, and I hit it over
and over till it nocked me out.

   I woke up on the floor, my head hurt, and my neck ached, and my pussy
felt so swulled up.  It iched, and my arm still felt like he was gripping
it.  I cried till he grabbed my hair, and shoved a nother burger in my
face. "Eat it you filthy fucking pig!" He shoved my face down in the peices
on the floor, and made me eat it all up, but the dirt scraped in my teeth,
and tasted nasty.  He put a bowl of soda on the floor, but just left it for
me to get up on my shoulder, and drink it.

   I heard a "PCH!" noise, and the bed squeeked.  I turned to see him
fixing up his pants, and drinking a beer.  "Were gonna have a party
tonite!" He laughed, and took a nother drink.  "I got a friend coming over,
and you better be a good little whore for him."

   "Okay!" I shook the hair out of my face, "I'll be good!" He had a six
pack on the table.

   "Good, you better!" He took the bucket up, and left the door open, then
came back with a nother.  I knew it was different, because this one was
yellow plastic instead of white.  He threw it in the corner, and pulled
open a box of baby wipes.  He threw one at me, "Clean yourself up, you
fithy fucking pig!" I had to feel around behind me for it, but it was dirty
from the floor.

   "Uh," I felt the sharp dirt on it, "It's dirty."

   "Not as dirty as you!" He got up, "I said CLEAN IT UP!" He smacked me so
hard I fell back over, so I reached, and wiped as best I could.  I felt so
sore in front, definetly bruised.  "Here!" He dropped the box of wipes
behind me, and stomped up the stairs.  I clean up as best I can, and he
comes back.

   He pushed me down on my back, and I moaned when that twisted my
shoulder. He smelt smokey, and I niced a little.  It hurts my arms sitting
on them like this, especially on the hard cement floor.  Then he pushed my
legs up, which bumped the back of my head, and made it hard to breathe.  He
put the cuffs back on my knees, but without the pipe, and squatted over me
with his legs holding mine.  Bent over, he pulled out his keys, and
unlocked my hands.

   "Uh!" It felt good just to get one from behind me, but he held onto the
other, and locked it back to the floor.  Then, he twisted and grabbed the
other one.  He pulled with both hands, and locked it to my knee, then
unlocked the other one, and locked it to my other knee.  Then he dragged me
on my back, and pulled me up.  Grabbing under my arms, he pushed me on the
bed, and just left me there.

   I had to jerk my shoulders up to turn my head.  My ass was way up in the
air, but he went up, and dropped the trap door.  I just cried, and tried to
catch my breath.  This really sucked, I could pick up one knee, and move
it, but I just fell over on my side.  I twisted to get my legs off the bed,
and put my feet down.  It took me a while to stand up, but I had to stay
bent over.  There were rings, and locks between the straps, and slits cut
through them, so I couldn't pull them out.

   So, I started twisting, and working them down over my knees.  I had to
sit back, and pull a leg up to work it down.  Then the trap door swung up,
and he came down.  He pushed me back, and didn't say any thing, but my head
hit the cement wall, and I saw stars.  "Uhhn!"

   "Here she is!" I looked up, and there was this other guy there.  He was
all in black, but it was shiny.  Not like leather, but some kind of
plastic, even his mask.  He had a zipper over his mouth, but it was open.
It moved, he didn't say nothing, but I think he smiled.  He set some stuff
on the table, and broke off a beer, and popped the top.

   He patted my ass.  Not like a slap, just with his fingers, and the
rubbery glove squeeked on it.  Then he put down the beer, and grabbed a
bottle.  He squeezed out some, and it was cold.  Thick like cum, but
greasy, it rolled down my crack, and he rubbed it around with his fingers.
"Uhn!" He pushed on my asshole.  I tightened it up, but he twisted around,
and slowly wiggled it in.  "nH!"

   "YeahHhH!" He almost moaned, "It is tite!" He pushed it in to the
nuckle, and fucked it a couple times.  Then he pulled out, and poured some
more lube on his hand.  He worked his thumb around in it real good, and
rubbed hiself with it.  I picked up my head to see even his cock, and balls
were covered in that rubbery plastic.  It rincled, but straightened out
when he started to grow and fill it.  He kept thumb fucking my ass, and
pulled it out with a pop.

   He took the cuff I worked down, and slid it back up to my knee.  Then he
pushed my legs so my but went up off the bed.  He rubbed his slick rubbery
cock around, and slapped my ass with it.  One way, then back to hit it
again.  Then he pointed it right on my asshole, and started pushing on it.
"Relax," He looked right at my eyes, "Tensing up will just make it hurt
more."

   He ass raped me, but it wasn't hard.  It hurt, I had a dick up my ass,
but he pushed real slow, and it felt like a worm crawling in me.  "Unh!" I
held my breath, and tried to push him out, but that just stretched me out
more, and he sank all the way in.  He felt so slimy on my ass.  And his
greasy hands came around to feel on my titties.  He pulled back slow, and
sank in again, and again, a little faster this time.  I pushed, and it hurt
less, trying to force him out, but it just opened me up so he didn't drag
into me.  "Hnh!" I grunted, "Hnh!  Hnh hnh hnhnhNhUhNuh!" He picked up
speed, then he was really fucking me.

   Not just fucking but fucking butt fucking me.  I couldn't keep pushing
fast enough, and I had to breathe, so my grunts turned into little screams,
and I gasped when he pulled out.  Faster, and harder, and deeper.

   "AH!uhahuhahuhAH!" He bottomed out in me, and got off.  His legs shook,
and that just wormed him around in me.

   "UhH, Fuck yeahHh!" He moaned, and gave another quick stab then pulled
out.

   My kidnapper came around, "That was great." Not even excited, he just
said it.  The buttfucker even pulled out some wipes, to clean off his dick,
and wipe my ass.  Then they switched out, and I screamed when he forced
into my bruised twat.  He fucked me so hard, holding my neck, and choking
me a little, but he let me scraem.  He smacked me when I stopped, then
pulled out, and shot his shit on me.

   Then the other guy got down in front of me, and bent over my pussy.  The
zippep scraped on my poor pussy, but he pulled it down, and licked me.  He
ate me out, and I could hear him gulping, and gasping.  "MmmMH!" He moaned,
and licked his lips.  The bottom of his mask slipped up, so he pulled it
back down, and pulled my face up to it.  I could taste jizz on his mouth,
and the top of the zipper scraped my lip.  I kept mine shut, but he licked
my lips, and chin.  Those pull things on the sides dangled on my cheeks,
then he stood up and zipped them together.

   "Thanks, man!" He hifived him, "That was awsum!" and just left.

   He went up with him, and I heard him drive off through the open doors. I
just cried, didn't even think I wasn't tied down to anything else, but
seriously how far could I run bent over like this?  He stayed in the door
any way, and waved, then closed, and locked it.  "So," he walked down,
"How'd you like that, whore?"

   "Yeah," I tried to smile, "That was nice!"

   "Too good for you!" He laughed, and sat on the bed.  I was over on my
side, but at least my bad shoulder was on top.  "He's such a pussy, don't
have the balls to use you right." He shook his head, "Fucking faggot." and
pulled off his mask.  He just chained my hands to the stairs, on both
sides, smacked me between my legs, and went back to the bed.

   I heard it squeek, and he gulped.  The beer, I guessed.  "I'm gonna use
you all weekend." He set it down with a clank.  I had to turn around, since
my hands were strapped to the rails.  "Maybe I'll go into to town, and hire
some real men.  Yeah some hard pipe hittin' niggers to do you right!" He
laughed, and popped another beer.  "You like that?  Pulling the night
train? I bet I can afford 3 of them, with big fucking black COCKS!" He
grunted that, mouth open like a puking sound.  "Fuck all your holes, that'd
make a great movie!"

   I think he was trying to work hiself back up, but after raping me twice,
I hoped he wouldn't.  He burped, and layed down.  I didn't hear him snoring
for a while, but he kept mumbling abuse at me.  "Go ahead," he said, "Bend
over and show me that wore out Cunt." It still hurt more then my ass, which
was a little raw, but nothing like my scraped up pussy.  It still itched,
so I slid one of the cuffs down the bar, and put my leg up to scratch it.

   "Yeah!" he burped again, and popped the last beer.  "Play with yourself,
just like that." I was getting stubbly, that's what it was.  I shave like,
the day before he took me?  Maybe the day before that.  "Stick your fingers
in, do it!  Don't make me get up." I slid the other cuff up so I could put
my hand up on the rail.

   I did it, felt gently up, and tried not to hurt myself with my pinky. 
"No!" I jumped, "2 fingers, three, or all of them.  I want to watch you
fist yourself." I grunted, and tried to twist around.

   I was crying again, "I can't!" There wasn't enough chain, and I couldn't
twist my hand around enough.

   "Don't give me that!" He laughed, "I bet I could shove this whole can up
in there, and not touch the sides!" I tried, got all the ends of my fingers
in the outside, and I guess that was good enough.  "Ah yeah!" He breathed,
real heavy, and drunk, "Fuck it, fuck your hand, you filthy fucking hole!"
He passed out, and started snoring.  I stopped right away, and twisted to
look back.  Nothing but the generator, and his drunk snores, I could smell
the beer, and he drooled from his wide open mouth.  "Muhmn," He mumbled,
and he had his hand between his pants.

   Sick fucking freak!  I tried the cuffs, but he locked them through the
rings, through the slits in the straps.  I could't even loosen them enuff
to undo the buckles, but the cuffs on the rails didn't go that tight.  He
still locked them through, so I tried to unbuckle one one handed, but it
was still locked around it.  Maybe I could cut it?

   Nothing I could reach down here, but I pulled them tite to slide them up
the stairs.  They just went to the floor, so I had to put my hands down to
stick my body out to the door.  I looked back at the generator rumbling
past the big square hole in the floor.  No good there, just the door leaned
up on the side with some piston holding it up at a diangle.  I just slid
back down, the grate was giving me waffle toes, and this was getting my
arms tired.

   I stretched, as much as I can, at least they wern't behind me.  Nowhere
to sit but the cold floor, I'd never get no sleep tonite, so I stood up. 
Where's the heater?  I can't see it, or feel where the warm is coming from,
but it's colder up there.  Even the floor isn't that cold, where I'm
standing, but it's still hard, and dirty.

   I decide to warm it up.  I have to lean back so I don't crush my pussy,
but I can hold onto the bars.  Maybe I can slide down to the bottom, and
lay on my side.  It's cold, but my body warms it up.  I put my head on my
arm like a pillow, but I can't sleep.  I slept all day, I'm just tired.  I
need to think, and I got the time.

   There ain't nothing I can use here, just me and him.  He has the keys,
and theres no way I can take them, and unlock myself before he can stop me.
Then I have to fight him, and he's so strong.  I don't got no weapons, any
more than I got some tool to cut these cuffs, or break the locks.

   But I can talk to him.  When he's awake, but what can I say?  I got to
think of something...

   It wasn't a nitemare, for once.  I was back home, and I woke up in bed.
It was all just a bad dream.  But it wasn't my apartment.  It kind of was,
and kind of wasn't, I mean the bedroom was the same, but when I went out,
it was the hall instead of the living room.  At mom's house, or like when I
still lived there.  Where was she?

   Trixy came over with a guy, and used the bedroom.  I felt so tired all a
sudden, and forgot I just woke up.  They was grunting, and yelling back in
the bedroom, so I layed down on the couch, and watched some TV.  America's
Most Wanted came on, and there was some story about a man they were looking
for in connection with the dissappearents of a woman, and they showed
pictures.

   I blinked, my arm was wet, and the generator rattled.  I groaned, and
shook my head.  Of course, the man they wanted was him, still snoring, and
the dissappeared woman was me.  And they wern't looking for us, it wasn't
on America's Most Wanted, and never would be.  I hadn't called mom in
months, she hated what I done with my life, or didn't.  My hand hung off on
the floor, so I grabbed the rail, and started getting up.  The floor was
cold where I wasn't laying, and dirty, the flakes stuck to my skin, and I
really hurt.

   Stunk too, I could smell my armpits, and my hair felt like a dry reck. I
started crying again, he said he was going to use me up this weekend.  Must
be friday, or saturday now.  He told me, he'd use me up, and throw me away.
This was almost over, but I don't want to die.  I wiped my mouth, then
rubbed my neck.  There was some tender bruises there, my arms, and sides,
and neck where he held me when he was raping me last night.  And on my
arms, all I could think about was him squeezing them so tight, and yanking
me in till I passed out.  Or holding them up so I bent over, how I can't
breathe like that.

   My screams, how I screamed till I don't sound like me no more.  I
coughed, and sobbed, and bent down to rub at my eyes.  "Sleep good?"

   I froze, and heard the bed creek.  "No!" I curled up, "Please don't!" He
pulled me up on my knees.

   "I got something for youuu!" He spanked me with it, and rubbed it on my
ass.  I grabbed the bars, and pulled away from him.

   He yanked my hair, "Aih!" He slapped up between my legs, "Nigh!"

   "Yeah," he laughed, "I'm just about done with you, you peice of shit."

   "No, please!" I cried, "I can, Aiee!" He stabbed into me, "I can, aH! 
Still, I'll do anythiNG Nh!  Anything you want!" He grunted, but didn't say
nothing, just kept stabbing in what was left of my twat harder, and harder.

   "Yhr!" He pulled back for another "BEG bitch."

   "I, aH!  I can get you someone!  Yeah, another girl, a fresh one.  A
real whore, I know one, she so nasty, and she deserves it, I SWEAR!" It
just came out, I even stopped crying, and screaming to blab on about my
last shred of hope.

   "Oh yeah?" He stopped!

   "Yeah!" I sighed, "I can call her, get you to meet us some where!"

   "Ill go," he pulled out, and I fell into a lump on the floor.

   "No," I pushed back up, "I mean she dont know you!" Twisting over my
legs on on the side, I looked up at him.  He was fixing his pants.

   "This some kind of trick?"

   "No," I thought quick, "We can do her together!" I tried to smile, "I
hate her, but I love you!" I can't believe I said it.  "And she's so hot, I
always wanted to get in her cunt but she's not like that!" I just said
anything, didn't even think about it, I was just as suprized to hear me say
it.

   "You're a dike!' He got all excited, "I knew I liked something about
you!"

   "Yeah," I found his fix, "Yeah!  We can do a 3sum, she never been tied
up, and she so bad.  She needs to be punished!"

   "That right?' He sat down, "Punished how?"

   "We need to get some stuff," I decided.

   "Meth?"

   "No," I thought quick, "I mean shopping, I need some clothes, leather,
and high heel boots, and some needles!"

   "What for?" He looked at me doubtfull.

   I smiled, "Don't worry," I had him, "I won't use them on you, but it's a
suprize.  You'll like it."

   He had a change of clothes in the van.  Sweats, they was baggy, and
stank like him, but felt so warm.  No shoes, tho, and there was snow on the
ground.  It was slippery ice where it melted in the ruts, and I jumped in
the van quick.

   "Here," he locked the cuff next to the seat, "Don't run off." He locked
up the shack, I heard the trap door slam shut, and he locked the side.

   I tried to catch my breath, but I was out!  Still locked up, but the sun
was out, and there was clouds, and I could smell the trees.  We took a
field trip, way back, I forgot about it.  Out to the park, we hiked up, and
down this trail, and I hated it.  I think that was the only one time I been
out of the city before.  I closed my eyes, and sighed.

   He slammed his door, and started the motor.  The heater came on, and it
was pretty hot before we got back to the road.  Just a work van, there was
cars, but they just drove by, and didn't notice.  He grabbed his phone off
the dash board, and hit a speed dial.  We tried the apartment, but she
didn't pick up.  "She sleeps pretty late," I told him.

   "Hey, 'Tina?" they answered, "It's Don.  Yeah.  You think you can open
up a little early?  I know, I know, but I got a special scene coming up,
and I need some gear for it.  Yeah, like hundreds of dollars worth. 
Idaknow," he checked his watch, "Maybe 20 minutes?  I'll make it up to you,
thanks."

   "Don?" He snapped it shut, "I'm Sarah."

   "No names," he frowned, "Until I know I can trust you."

   "It's okay," I tried to rub his leg, "I told you, I Love you!" But came
up short.  "Nobody ever made me feel like you do, I feel like I was just
wasting my life until you showed up." He looked over at me, but his
eyebrows went up.  "I want to know everything aBout you!" I looked back,
"What do you do?" If I could learn anything about him, it might help.

   "CIS Tech," He shrugged, and looked back at the road.

   "Is that like CSI?" Through the cage, I saw the shelfs full of what
looked like computer parts.

   "No." Not much of a talker, but maybe I can make him open up.

   "Where are we going?" We got to the loop, and he took an exit onto it.

   "Fetish shop," he said, "If we have to wait for this Trixy friend of
yours, we might as well get our shopping done, right?" He patted my leg, so
I caught his hand, and held it.  I rubbed it with my thumb, and he took
another exit.

   "Ow!" we hit a bump, "Sorry, still a little tender!" At least the seat
was softer then the cement.  "You have a place in town?  I need to take a
shower, I'm so dirty." I looked down, but he chuckled.

   "Maybe after the shop."

   We drove down town, but not the side with my neighborhood.  Off first,
all the bars were closed, but we cut down an alley to a place, and pulled
to a stop.  [Skin City] there was bars over the window.  Some white model
dolls, with leather, and spikes, and plastic, and rubber.  Mostly black,
but with some red, and shiny silver spikes, and buckles.  More spikey
straps, whips, chains on the floor, around there legs, but up like a stage.
The woman one had a whip hanging from a strap around one hand, and the
other had a leash to the neck of the man one.  His jacket was covered in
red stripes, and he had a mask like that other guy from last night.  With
the xippers shut over the mouth?

   A lady pulled back a curtain, and unlocked the door.  "New girl, Don?"
He held onto the ring on my cuff.

   "Yeah," he shook it, "Say hello, Sarah."

   "Hello," I grinned, "Sarah!" I guess I just felt better just being out,
and able to move my arms.  Even let them hang, standing up.

   She raised an eye brow, "Spirited one!" She locked the door, and her
robe fell open.  She was wearing a black, and red lacy thing, like a bra
that went all the way down to her crotch, like a 1 piece swim suit.  There
was skulls, and cross bones on her hose, but she was bare foot.  "So what'd
you need?"

   I looked around, it was like Hottopic, only with out all the music
stuff. All leather, plastic, rubber, and lace, most of it black, some with
red, and a little brown.  I walked past a glass case, on the top shelf was
a dildo with a bunch of whip tails hanging from it.  "Like it?" She reached
down to slide the back open, "It's genuine horse hair." She let it brush
over the back of my hand on the counter.

   I shrugged, "Not really my thing."

   "So," she put it back, "What are you into?" I walked past an open bin
full of those cuffs, but the leather was new, and black, instead of worn
out light brown like mine."

   "Piercing, maybe?" I shrugged.

   "She's still new at this."

   "Piercing play, or body modification?" I blinked, and shook my head. 
"Well, I can do yours, or if you want to play when you get home, I can sell
you some needles." I shivered.  "Let me know if you need me to set up."

   "Go ahead," Don pulled my wrist, "She'll get her nipples done." I looked
at him, but he just nodded.  She headed to a back room.  "I'm not Asking
you." He almost growled, and I could tell by the look on his face he ment
it.

   "Ok," I nodded, and looked down, "Sure."

   "Yes, SIR." He grabbed my face, and made me look at him.

   "Ayes!" I studdered, "Ssir."

   "That's more like it." he let me go, "Now, pick out something nice. 
Money is no object."

   I looked around, up at the back of the model dolls.  There was a price
tag, with a whole lot of numbers on it.  "How 'bout that?" From the front,
the leather came up under the bra, and came down to the panties.  It had
some belts clipped to the stockings, and high heels on.

   "Which?" I reached up, and felt the zipper up the back.

   "You'll have to get that fitted," she said behind me, "But I'm ready
whenever you are."

   "Uh?" I turned back to the window, "Can I try this on first?"

   "Sure," she took her glove off, "What color?"

   "Does it come in red?"

   She laughed, "I've got Pink, Flush, Crimson, and Burgundy, in stock."

   "Uh, Burgundy." That's like dark red.  "Size 6?" she guessed?"

   "4!" I called back.

   She came back out, "I just got a pink one in a 4," she held it up, "It's
PVC, but got the corsetting laces." She turned it over to show the criss
crossed ribbons on the sides, and back.  Don pulled up his sweatshirt, so I
shrugged out of it.

   "Wuhf!" She winced, "You smell like a tweeker!" I pulled the sleeve over
my cuff, and she looked at my arm.  The left one, with the scars inside my
elbow.  "Uh, If you try this on, I can't take it back, you got to buy it."

   "Hang on," Don put his hand up, "You know you can wash Vinyl."

   "Tell you what," she stepped back, and held it up in front of her, "You
can use my shower, real quick." She pointed at the doorway, "Straight back,
last door on the left.

   It was just a bathroom, but it had a mop sink with a curtain rod, and a
hose hanging down to a shower head.  No way to hang it, but there was some
bottles of shampoo, and a body wash.  It was dark yellow, and I sniffed it.
From the [Body Shoppe] it said [Neroli and Sandalwood] on a sticker.  I
shrugged, and turned it up as hot as I could stand it.  I scrubbed up, all
over, then turned the water off, and unscrewed the head.  I put my knee up
on the wall, and just made it warm to doush myself out.

   I found a towel on a welded black metal rack that had a pair of hand
cuffs hanging from both sides.  I almost felt clean, outside, any way.  I
sure couldn't smell myself any more, but I didn't want to put his sweat
pants back on.  I didn't even touch them, just wrapped the towel around me,
and tucked it between my tits.

   She had a little apartment back there, and in case I forgot where I was,
everything looked like you could be chained to it.  The day bed was more
welded black metal with curls of flat ribbons all over it, and chains
hanging from the posts.  I rubbed my arms, and eyed the hookah sitting on a
table.  There was even some of those rings screwed into the ceiling, and
floor, the one on top had this swing with loops hanging from the straps.

   She was waiting for me in the next room, which had a hospitel table back
against a wall.  One of those green ones folded up with posts to put your
feet up, and rings sewed on with wide straps on the corners.  "You can take
that off," she pointed at the towel, "You don't got anything I huH!" She
gasped at my crotch.  "I stand corrected." She looked at Don in the corner.

   "She likes it rough," he shrugged.  She looked back at me, so I just
held my hands up to her.

   "Well, uh." she turned, "Have a seat." She rolled a tray with some tools
on it over, and pulled on some gloves.  "Relax, I'm a professional." She
had a certificate from the [National Association of Tattoo Artists, and
Body Piercers] on the wall.  I guess she was Stephanie "Serpentina"
Javochek.  "Now," she just put her hand on my tit, "Hold still." I took a
deep breath.

   "Nh!" I tried not to twist away when the weird pliars pushed my nipple
in.  They were cold, and pinched hard.  "iIH!" I started scooching up the
back of the table.

   "All right," she sighed, and picked up a little metal stick with a ball
on one end, and screw on the other.

   "UhH, You got any rings?"

   She sighed, "Open, or closed?"

   "Closed." She picked up a baggy, and showed me.  It had one of those
balls in the middle.  "Yeah."

   She opened it, snapped the ball out, and clamped it in some plairs. 
Like the one she had clamped on me, but with needle noses instead of those
triangle jaws like tiny coat hangers.  "Al right, hold still." She held
them in each hand, "On 3, 1, 2,"

   "Ah!"

   "3." she unclamped the it, and held the ring open to pop the ball
between the points.  Then, she patted a little drop of blood off the bottom
of my tit, and let it back down on my chest.  She tore open a nother
packet, and wiped the other nipple.

   "Uh," I stopped her.  It dried fast, but real cool so it popped out. 
"You mind if I try this one?" Well, that was different.  Quite a rush, not
a buzz like tweak, but still.  After all that expectation, the nightmares,
and fantasies, it was, IDK, like a releif?

   "It's not our policy," she looked at me seriously, "There's laws that
cover this, if you want me to read them to you?"

   "Look," I held up my arm, and showed her the inside of my elbow.  "I'm
not going to the cops." And I have stuck myself a few times, in that arm.
"I can do this."

   "Sure," she put her tools down, "Knock yourself out," and pulled off her
gloves.  Inside out, the second one inside the first, she dropped the
little pouch in a red trashcan, and dropped the lid.  Not even looking back
from the front doorway, she muttered to herself, "I'll just be out front by
the phone if I have to call the hospitle." She dropped her hand from the
slot she slipped something into, by the door.

   He watched me.  I tried to cover the hate, and rage from my face
whenever he looked at me, or said something, or I smelled him.  I just
looked down, tried to keep my hands from shaking, and do it exactly the way
I saw her.  I took a deep breath, and imagined his cock, in my hands, a big
rusty pair of plyers to crush it in, and hold the end while I, "GHN!" I
panted, and felt my arms prickle with goose bumps.  I half expected the
rush of tweek flooding to my heart, and brain, but my heart still spun
almost out of control.  "Ok?" I slipped the sharp tip of the ring into the
back of the hollow needle, and pushed it through like I saw her do.  "Huh
huh huh!" I panted, and caught my breath.

   "Uh, 'TINA?" I called, "Serpentina, can you come in here?"

   "What's wrong?" She had her phone in her hand.

   "Uh," I held up my tit, "Can you put the ball in for me?"

   She sighed, "Sure."

   Then she gave me some clear lotion to rub on them, showed me how to turn
the rings so it coated, and worked in the holes.  "This will keep them from
getting infected," she dropped it in a black paper bag, "Now you want to
try this Corset on?" She helped me in it, pulling out the laces, then
pulling them tight again around my waste.

   "Sure," She pulled the ribbons tight, on the sides, then on the back.  I
had to get it over my hips, but when she was done, I could barely breathe.

   She puffed up her chest, "From up here," she breathed out, "Not down
here." Pulling my good shoulder, she turned me to the mirror.  It looked
like I could snap in half, if the corset wasn't holding me up.  My waste
was like half as wide, and it really made my hips stick out, and pushed up
under my tits.  I took a breath, up high until my ribs couldn't stretch it
out any more, and sighed.

   We also bought some thigh high wedge heeled boots, with the wide heels,
because I'm not used to stillettos.  She didn't have any flats, and th
ground was still a bit too cold to go back out barefoot.  They zipped up
the sides, but Don had to get down, because I couldn't reach without
turning my leg so I can't see the zipper.  I put it up on his shoulder, and
put my other foot in the other boot.  That's right, I didn't say, neel, you
fucker.  Know your place.  I hoped he would, soon enough, if I can find a
way to show him.

   Before we left, I went back for the sweats, and grabbed a coupla the
biggest needles I could find.  I think "Don" got worried I slipped out the
back, but when he came to find me, I waited on the toilet.  I put the coat
back on, and grabbed the wad of cloths.

   I needed a bra, and panties too, but just got a tight coat, that crossed
in the front, and belted tight around the waste.  I looked bad ass, really.
I almost wanted to buy a whip, but he pulled my face away from the rack. 
"Don't forget who the Master is here." I looked down.  He buckled a collar
around my neck, but didn't lock me to the seat in the van.

   "Come here," I leaned over, and closed my eyes.  He kissed me, and bit
my lip.

   "Ow!" He slapped me, but smiled, and rubbed my cheek.  He held the phone
for me, and asked me the number.  It rang a while, not even noon yet.

   "Muh?"

   "How's Trix?" I winked at Don.

   "Sarah?" she moaned, "Where you been?"

   "I scored big!" I laughed.

   "Weight?" I could hear her sit up.

   "A John," I shook my head, "Real high roller, he wants to meet you."

   "How high?" there was a bunch or rustling.

   "A grand, each for a 3sum."

   "Wow!" she giggled, and coughed, I heard a lighter.  "Wen d'you start
workin'?" I had a job, before, but she ment her kind of work, "I thought
you just played Stawberry?" That means sex for drugs, not money.  Okay,
maybe a head job to put off rent, once, or twice.

   "The money's just to good!" I looked at Don, "Everbody's got their
price."

   "When an were, I'm there!"

   "You know the spot, in the alley?"

   "The score spot?"

   "Yeah, soon."

   I took it, and hung up.

   "Were" he started the van.

   "Where you found me."

   He drove around, and I had to give him directions.  Back behind the old
factory, it's been closed as long as I lived there, so nobody used the
loading dock except to meet someone for a score.  Of course, nobody went
down that alley in the day.

   "That her?" His eyes went wide.

   I laughed, "Uhuh?" Nobody else out there.

   "She's black."

   "I'm sorry," I shrugged, "Is that a problem?"

   "NohHhH!" He shuddered, "She's perfect." Almost a whisper, I knew from
the way he said 'Niger' he hates them, but that's the whole point.  He
doesn't 'Make Love', you know?  That's not what he's into.

   "Sarah?" she looked me up, and down, "Daaam!  you loose weight, sistah?"

   "It's the coat," I tried to laugh, "It's very slimming." My tits hurt,
expecialy where the needles stuck me, and I felt a little blood trickle
under the plastic.  "You got to sit in back," I slid the door open.  Good
thing the bodice, and the jacket lining were both red.

   "Were?" nothing on the floor, but a ring screwed into the metal, like
the one in the ceiling.

   "Here," Don got out, and the door dinged.  "Let me get you a seat." He
went in the back, and I closed the door.  Then I ran around, and got the
other two.  The van shook, and her grunt of pain drowned out one of the
dings.  It was too bright to see inside, but I moved over quick before she
started screaming, and started up the engine.

   I slammed his door, dropped it out of park, and backed out.  I had to
look over his back, he punched down hard, and she hit the floor with a
thump.  It had one of those beeper things that cut out when I put it back
in drive.

   "Muthafuckha!" She fought, but I heard locks clicking, and cloth
tearing. I ran a light, and headded straight for the hiway.  At least there
was no cops, I could probly talk to them, seeing as I was obviously raped,
and had a bucket of his cum in me.  By the time I got to the loop, he was
done rapieng her, and I turned the mirror down.  He strapped a ball in her
mouth, and was cutting off her clothes.  Right up the back of her dress, he
turned the sisors to snap a strap.

   She was out cold, I think he smashed her head on the floor when he got
off, and didn't stop till she did.  "You know the way?" He looked up.

   "I think so," looked like the exit coming up.  I wasn't paying attention
before, but theres nothing but a turn under the loop, and county road
number.  I had to slow down before I got to the turn, but I just looked up
at the power lines.  There, traffic was light, but nobody seemed to notice
a work van pulling up to the service road.  Not even a mail box.

   Shit this outfit was hot!  It did warm up, the ice melted to two diches
that was real slippery with mud, and most of the snow was gone.  I pulled
up to the shack, behind it and got out to open the doors.  There's no
handles back there.  I'm sure they cage it to protect the equipment, but he
probably used this before he found the shack.  I almost didn't want to go
back in there, I hated the smell, so I just stood at the door, and held it.

   "Sarah!" Trixy screamed, "I'm gonna kill you!"

   That reminded me, I made a promise, and I had to go back to finish this.
He forced her down the stairs, so I went back to the van, and looked
around. There was the cable, with the hook through a loop in the other end,
and a gas can for the generator.  I grabbed his smokes off the dash board
too.

   "Hey honey?" I set a couple things behind the trap door, "You got a
light?" I held up my cigerate, and put my hand on the top of the door to
steady myself on the heels.  He clicked the lock to the ring in the floor,
and got it out of his pocket.

   "What the fuck is this, you fuckin mutha fucka!?"

   I leaned down, and he lit it real quick.  Then he turned back, and I
pulled the cable down.  With the end pulled through the loop, I jerked it
tight over his head, before he made it a step.  Hard as I could, I fell
back, up the stairs, and it cut into my hands.  He reached up for his neck,
"KH?" and his feet got cought on the steps.  The stairs rang loud from his
head hitting it between my legs.

   Not the way I planned it, but I jumped down on him, and dropped the loop
under the steps.  He slid down, banging his head a couple more times. 
"UhH!?" his hands came back up.  I twisted over, under the rail, and
grabbed the cable.

   "You fughH!?" I jumped back, and down.  Yanking the cable, he stopped,
and fell back down clawing at his throat.  "HgHKH!" His face got red quick.
I stood up, and put my foot up between his legs.

   "Let's not forget who the master is, hear?" I kept it tight, and rapped
the cable around him and the sides.  I had to reach under the stares, but
his neck was still held down tite by the lasso in the end.  He reached for
me, but I pushed on his nuts with my heel, and pulled as hard as I could.
"HRLGK!" He went back up to his neck, but the cable held the top of his
arms.

   "Hope you're watching," I said, loud to the room.  I bet he had sound in
here, somewhere.  Since he was laying over the camera.  He would want to
record everything, especially my screams.  I looped it back around his
neck, and pulled him back more to the middle, but cut him some slack.

   "Fucking whore!" he gasped, but now his voice had changed.

   "I'm a Tweeker," I stepped up on his chest, and used the rail to walk
right over him.  "and you don't FUCK with a Tweeker." I pulled the hook
high enough to latch it on a step.  To bad I have to let him talk, but
can't have him passing out, you know?

   "What're you gonna do?" Climbing back down.

   I sat on his legs, and he tried to push me back.  "Well, first," I undid
his belt," I'm gonna take everything from you." I pulled his junk, "And I
mean everthing." I giggled, the corset was to tight to really laugh.  I
picked up my cigarette, puffed on it, and blew the tip.  Looking up at
Trixy, I winked.  Her jaw went up, and down, but she didn't say any thing.
"Now," I pushed down his pants, "I'm going to hear you scream."

   "YEAIHHH!" He kicked, trying to push up off the burning tip on his
balls. I put it out, then got off to undo his boots.  I had to lift his
legs to pull his pants off.  The scissors clanged out, and raddled on the
floor.  He panted, "I, huh, so help me god, when I Ugh!" This time I kicked
him, right in the burn.

   "And then, I'm going to teach you a lesson," I ground my heel, "About
rape." I undid my belt, and the buttons on my jacket.  My shoulder hurt a
little, throwing my arms back to let it drop.  I stepped back, and out, my
legs to the sides.

   "Ah, no!" And threw myself forward to punch him right in the nuts. 
"WHUGH!  ah?" His legs came up, but just to curl over him.  He couldn't
breathe, so I went through his pockets till he did.

   "Aha!" I let his key ring dangle from my pinky, and turned to Trixy. 
"Sorry about that sister," I went around to unlock her wrists, "He made me,
you undersdand?  I hope you can forgive me."

   "What did he do to you girl?"

   I walked around, and stood in front of her.  She saw my bruises, and
looked away.  I turned back to him, and grabbed his legs.  He kicked, but
Trixy came in to grab the other.  I locked his ancle to the rail bar, under
the step, and she did too.  Then, I helped her out of the spreader bar.

   I stood up, "You might want to just go," I told her.

   "Fuck that!" She kicked his leg, "I'm gonna make this muthafuckah pay!"

   I laughed, "No your not.  He's mine, but if you want to stay and watch,
you can."

   She nodded, walked back to the bed, and sat down.  I picked up the
scissors, and cut his shirt off.  He just looked at me, didn't say nothing.
Thats fine with me, so I pulled the scraps out from under the cables, and
cut the parts I couldn't get.  Now he was naked, ecxept the steel rope
holding him down.  I smiled, touched his junk, and petted it.

   "What's wrong, lover boy, can't get it up?" I squeezed him, careful not
to bump the ashy blistered burn under it.  For this next part, I needed him
hard, but he just wouldn't do it.  This was very importent, I dreamed of
this moment, the first one that wasn't a nitemare, and there was no way I'd
let him deny me this.  "You might as well enjoy this," I smiled, "We'er not
leeving 'til you get it up." My hand wasn't doing it, so I bent down, and
kissed it.

   This was so hard, pretending to love this thing that hurt me so much. 
His wepin, what he used to hurt me, what got him off.  It had to be
punished, he had to feel it hurting through it, to understand what it means
to be raped.  I tried biting it.  Pulling the skin back between my teeth to
pinch his head.  It swulled, so I could lick it, rub it with my tongue.  He
grunted, but still didn't say nothing.  I rubbed the spot, and he tried to
pull away, but I felt him swell.

   He hardened in my mouth, and I sucked him hard, and fast until I could
feel his heart beat through it.  I slapped it, and it swung around.  He
moaned, and I got up.  Turned around, and sat on it.  I rubbed it between
my cheeks, under my bruise.  It hurt, but that just turned me on.  My pussy
smeared it's juice all over him, and made him slick.

   "How is this revenge?" He wondered.

   Trixy nodded, "Yeah, what the fuck, Sarah?" I looked up at her, lifted
my ass, and sank onto him.  I smiled, put a finger over my lips, and she
nodded again.  Reaching down, I picked up a tit, felt under it, and picked
at the hardness I felt.  There, the needle right under the skin.  It bled a
little, and scabbed, but pulled out with a rough feeling that made me
grunt. Then, I felt out the other one.

   I kept fucking him the whole time, to keep him hard, and leaned back to
feel around between our legs.  "Mnh!" It hurt, but I felt where he spread
me open.  The thin flaps of skin around him, and pulled at one.  Holding
the needle out, it scraped with a little pain.  On 3, 1, 2, "Nht!" Just a
little pinch, he screamed from it stabbing through my lip, and into him. 
He bucked, but that just moved it inside him, and he screamed and froze.  I
held him down with my weight, and pulled out the other fold with my nails.
"Nht!" He kicked, but now he was pinned inside me.  Literally, the needles
nailing his dick to my lips, and he screamed some more.  I fucked him,
hard, jerking the points in him, wathcing the blood ran down his sack.

   He couldn't keep it up, went soft, but couldn't fall out, I stood up,
pulling the needles right out through my lips, and looked down at the
bloody mess.  "There, Fucker!" I lifted it by them, "How does it fell to be
raped," rolled them around, and round inside him, "By a woman?  A dirty
slut, a whore?"

   "Bbitch?" He blubbered, snot running down to his mouth, and splattering
on his chest.  He was crying now, and jerked when I yanked them out.  I
dropped them, and started untying him.  His arms went up, covered his face,
but he sobbed through them.  Trixy ran, barefootted up the stairs, and I
heard the van drive away.

   I wasn't done with him, yet.  I rolled him over, pulled the lasso around
his neck to choke him whenever he struggled.  I took the cuffs off, put
them on his hands, and locked them together.  Then to the pipe, with the
chain through it.  Then, I hooked another lock through the stretched open
steel on the bottom step.

   I had to climb up around him to reach the ring at the top.  I stood up
on the trap door, and looped the hook through, then pulled on it.  Until he
startes choking, I found a place to hook it so he had to stand up even bend
a little backwards to breathe.  "You won't get away with this!" He shouted.
I had to squeeze past him to get his clothes, with the gas can.  The bar
kept him from climbing up the stairs, but he had to push up to keep from
hanging hiself.

   I soaked them, took out his lighter, and pushed them under the stairs. I
ran up as quick as the heels would let me, but he screamed.  His bare feet
up above the flames, but the metal would start to get hot.  I stood out, of
the smoke, and buttoned up my coat.  He tried switching feet, then letting
up a little while, but then they jumped back, burned by the hot waffle
metal.

   Despret, he put his legs up on the rails.  I didn't think of that, but
he could just push up to keep from choking.  I heard a motor, and looked
around the door.  Was that Trixy coming back?  I closed it, and clipped on
the lock to keep the smoke in, but it leaked out around the roof.  I could
hear him screaming, so I walked down the muddy road before she got there.

   It wasn't her, not even the same van.  It had the phone company logo on
the door, and it wasn't even the same kind.  A guy got out with the same
logo on his shirt.  "What's happening here?"

   "There's a fire!" I looked back, tried to think of something better to
say.

   "Are you all right?" He looked me over, but didn't look suprized by what
I was wearing.  "How did you get out here?"

   Still nothing, so "I was kindapped," I told the truth, "He locked me up
down there, and tortured me for days." I started crying.

   "Is he still down there?"

   I nodded, "What's left of him." I remembered how he was hanging, hoped
to watch him strangle, but remembered how his ass, and balls hung over it.
I smiled, and wiped my eyes.

   "I can give you a ride back," he had to move the computer off the seat,
so he set it on the dash.  "I noticed someone was using the old trunk to
piggy back a signal, so I came to check it out."

   I sniffed, "Trunk?" Why was he telling me this?

   He nodded, "The old system routed all the calls through that substation,
then they switched over to Fiberoptic.  There shouldn't be any traffic on
that switch."

   "Oh," I thought, "Do you know what a SIC Tech is?"

   He thought, "You mean CIS?" I nodded, got the letters mixed up.  "It
stands for Computer Integrated Systems, if he was one, he might know how to
splice into the system from that substation." He touched my shoulder, but I
jerked away, "You must've been through a lot, can I take you to a
hospitle?"

   I shrugged.  "What would you tell them?"

   "I don't know," he shook his head, "the truth?  What happened?"

   "He picked me up, thought I was a hooker, I guess.  He hates hookers, so
he took me back, and tied me up, and raped me.  He got off on me scraeming,
and made me eat like a dog.  He left me, tied up most the time, and raped
me.  He even had a friend come over, and rape me too."

   "Did you reconize, either of them?"

   I shook my head, "I never saw him before, the other wore a mask, but he
didn't really hurt me.  I mean, he butfucked me," his face looked wierd,
"Uh, and that hurt, but he wasn't Trying to hurt me, it didn't turn him
on."

   "Well," he cut me off, "If you don't Need to get to the hospitel, I got
some equipment back at my place, and I might be able to decrypt the signal.
Maybe there will be some way to identify them.  You want to go to the
cops?"

   "I hate cops," I shook my head, "And I just killed him, so I'd still be
in trouble."

   "Wasn't it self defense?"

   "Well, yeah, but I didn't have to torture him first.  He just, pissed me
off soooo much!"

   "So you tortured him back," he got on the loop, "Was there any other
witnesses?"

   "Trixy," I nodded, "She probly won't say nothing.  She was my roomate,
and what do you mean other witnesses?"

   He started to laugh, "ah, I mean the signal was obviously video.  Did he
have a camera, or anything in there?  He was probably streaming it down the
old phone system."

   "How does that help?" I wondered.

   "Well, if I extract it, there should be plenty of footage, you said he
had you for days?" I nodded, "There's no telling what clues might be on
there."

   "It wasn't on the whole time," I remember, "Just when he, whenever he
was, hurting me." I started crying again, and kept on until we got to his
apartment.  I fixed myself enough to climb up the stairs.  He had another
bedroom, all full of computers, and shit, but he set up his laptop on the
side table.  I just passed out on his couch.
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