Abduction No. 1. Whatever Happened to Tina?

Chapters 5 – 8.

 

MMMMM/F  violence torture rape anal oral

Late July, 2005. As promised, here are the next four chapters of this story. If you haven’t already done so, I recommend that you read chapters 1-4 before starting on chapters 5-8. In this section of the story you will discover the reasons why Tina has been abducted, and learn something of how her future is likely to go. It includes a graphic description of the violent, and sustained sexual assault carried out on her by all five of her captors. If you are under age, or find such scenes offensive, then I suggest you read no further.

I am a writer. I write fiction stories, not factual ones, and I neither encourage, nor condone behaviour such as that depicted in this story. Unless of course, all the parties concerned have given their full consent. 

The draft of chapter 9 has been written, but that’s as far as the story goes at the moment. I have some ideas regarding future developments in the story line, but it could be another 3 or 4 months before chapters 10 – 12 are complete and ready for posting.

In the meantime, I would appreciate your thoughts and comments on this, or any other of my stories.

Best wishes.

Love_hurts.

 

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Chapter 5.

 

Locked away in her rooms, Tina soon came to realise that day and night no longer lived separate lives. Already they’d begun to merge seamlessly one into the other. By the time she woke, she had no way of knowing how long she’d been asleep. Her perception of time was fast becoming blurred. All she knew for sure was that she needed to clean herself up before her captors returned. She knew that when they came back, her rape would begin all over again.

            Dragging herself into the shower she reached up, turning on the water before slumping down onto the tiles. The water ran cold for the best part of a minute, shocking her into some kind of wakefulness, before she began washing the strings of cum from her body and out of her hair. The latter task was by far the worst.

            Quickly she washed herself down, already nervous that she’d slept too long. Dreading the thought that her sixty seconds warning might come while she was in the shower. The fact that she might not hear the call scared her. She remembered all too clearly the look on the bearded one’s face as he warned her that any punishment would be severe.

It could hardly be any more severe than the treatment they’d already dished out to her, but the look in his eyes made her unwilling to take the chance. He wanted her to fail, that much was clear, he wanted to punish her, to cause her pain and suffering. He wanted to bend her to his will and listen as she screamed for a mercy she would never receive.

            Tina’s shower was as thorough as she could make it in the time she allowed herself, but there was little she could do about the semen bubbling deep in her arse and her vagina. Her body had absorbed much of it, but even now, hours after her rape, she could still feel it bloating her belly.

But she did what she could, drying and tidying her hair and scrubbing her teeth thoroughly in an effort to rid herself of the foul taste that lingered in her mouth. No matter how hard she tried it would be days before she got rid of that taste. A last tidying up, a quick glance in the mirror and she headed for the kitchen.

They must have been watching her all the time, because the moment she stepped out of the bathroom a bell rang loudly, and a harsh, echoing voice sounded through the rooms.

            “Hello there Tina,” it said. “Glad to see you’re up and about again. It’s time for us to fuck you again little whore. You remember the rules don’t you; you’ve got sixty seconds to reach the rug, and don’t forget the smile. It’s playtime, so I hope you’ve greased up that tight little twat of yours. We can hardly wait to try it out again.”

            She only had time to swallow a mouthful of water, and even then she had to run to reach the rug within the time limit. Kneeling down, arms behind her back, Tina looked up as the door swung open. As they walked towards her, she gave them the smile that they’d demanded. It was the last thing she felt like doing but they’d made it pretty clear. Rules are rules, and the punishments were likely to be severe.

It was almost a relief when she saw that there were only two of them this time. Two she might be able be able to cope with. It was a bigger relief still when she realised that the bearded one wasn’t one of them. She remembered both of them vaguely from before. The dark one, tall and well built; quieter than the others, and the one she called snake. An evil little shit of a man with the longest cock of any of them. Long maybe, but it lacked the bulk to make it a truly fearsome weapon. That’s where his name came from. That long thing reaching up between his thighs and swaying from side to side, like a flagpole in a high wind, or a cobra reacting to a snake charmer’s flute.

            During the first attack on her, Tina had come up with names for all five of them, not just the bearded one, the dark one and snake. The mechanic was the youngest of the five, broad and well built. At first she’d reckoned him as a farmer’s son, big and strong, but rather on the slow side. It was only later, when he was lying on top of her with the full length of his spent cock buried to the balls in her cunt, that she’d smelt the harsh scent of diesel oil pervading his body like cheap after shave.

The accountant was the last of the five. Older than the others he was more studious looking. But along with his extra age he brought with him the pent up frustrations of too many years spent denying his depraved desires. It was only when he had a new toy to torment, that those bitter years of frustration became mere memories.

Along with the bearded one, it was the accountant who hurt her the worst. It was his teeth that had left their bloody imprint in her left breast, and the more she screamed the harder he’d bitten down on her. All five of them frightened her, but those two, the bearded one and the accountant were in a different league altogether. They petrified her; she could clearly see the evil that motivated both of them.

            Tina remained on the rug, watching and waiting as the two men stripped off in front of her. Their cocks were already hardening in anticipation of the pleasure to come, for them if not for her. From her viewpoint this was already a nightmare, one that had no end in sight. When they were ready, they moved in on her, giving Tina a close-up view of their cocks pulsing evilly only inches in front of her eyes. Snake was the first to speak.

            “Don’t think you’re going to get an easy ride today baby, just cos’ there’s only the two of us. We’re going to give your pussy a serious pounding. Last time was just a taster, now we get the chance to try out all sorts of new things on you, things you’d never believe.”

            “Stand up,” ordered the dark one, “over there.” He indicated the table where the bearded one had begun the first attack on her. Tina wondered what they had planned for her now.

            “Get up on the table,” he said, “and lie down on your back.” She looked at each of them in turn, praying that she’d find some spark of decency in their eyes, but all she could see was a hungry, pitiless lust. Slowly she sat on the end of the table and lay down on her back. Her hands moved to cover her pussy, but a couple of sharp words from the dark one were enough to change her mind. He shook his head.

            “Don’t be so coy Tina. Whores have to keep their assets on show at all times. There’s no point trying to keep them hidden anyway, we already know what’s down between your legs. We’ve all tasted it before, now we’re going to road test it for you. We want you across the table by the way,” he went on, “not lengthways. With your head hanging over one side and your legs over the other.” Tina shuffled herself round but he still wasn’t satisfied. Grabbing her hair he hauled her back sharply until her shoulders were well beyond the table edge. Then he forced her head down and back, until she was staring up at his cock and balls only inches from her face. Right away she knew what he was going to do. She groaned and turned her head away, closing her eyes as she did so.

            “Please don’t do this. Why can’t you leave me alone?”

            Anger flared in his face and he slapped her sharply across her stretched and vulnerable tits. She yelped in pain, with her eyes closed she hadn’t seen the blow coming. The return backhander caught the edge of her mouth, and Tina felt the telltale trickle of blood working its way down her cheek and into her eye.

            “How many warnings do you need you stupid little fucker?” He said. “We told you to keep your damn mouth shut unless you’re asked a direct question. Disobey once more and you’ll be punished.” His voice softened, “believe me sweetheart, you don’t want that. You can’t begin to imagine what we’ll do to you. All because you couldn’t stop gabbing.”

She blinked but said nothing that might aggravate him further. She knew that she’d been lucky. The bearded one wouldn’t have stopped at a couple of slaps. He’d have spent five minutes knocking her about and savoured every single blow.

            “Another little tip, always keep your eyes open while you’re taking cock,” he growled at her. “Whichever hole you’re taking it in. Customers like to look into your eyes while you’re being done; see the hurt deep inside you. If you close them again I’ll have to beat the shit out of you.” He shrugged. “Sorry, it’s in the rules. You really ought to read them when you get the chance.”

Tina did as she was told, opening her eyes and looking up at him. Until that moment she’d forgotten about snake, but suddenly her legs were forced apart as he pinned her to the table and thrust his long cock deep into her ravaged cunt. The pain of penetration was intense. She was still swollen and sore down there, following their first assault, and a strangled cry of pain escaped her lips as he forced his way into her. Screaming was allowed, she remembered, even encouraged. She found herself staring up at the dark one again, her eyes huge with pleading as he stepped in close to her.

            “You can open your mouth now cunt,” he said. “Say nothing though, because I’m going to fuck your pretty face, and for god’s sake relax if you don’t want me to choke you. If you even think of biting me, I’ll break your fucking neck.”

With that final piece of advice he leant towards her, slipped his cock between her lips and pushed hard. Instantly it filled her mouth, jamming up hard against the back of her throat. Tina gagged violently, her body twisting across the tabletop in response to this double penetration.

The dark one began pushing down on her hard, forcing his cock steadily into the muscular tightness of her throat. Tina retched again, even more violently this time, but his cock continued on its way. Snake was pounding into her at one end, and the dark one was choking her at the other. She could smell the sweaty roughness of his pubic hair grinding against her lips as he humped her mouth with long slow strokes, plunging his cock deep into her spasming throat time after time.

Her naked body squirmed across the table as they double-fucked her, the sheer size of the dark one’s cock threatened to choke her. He paused for several seconds to savour the sensation of her throat muscles as they clamped around his cock and massaged him to the very edge of a frantic climax.

When his need for fulfilment would wait no longer, he began thrusting into her again. Hammering his cock into the tight warm depths of her throat. On the edge of unconsciousness Tina felt herself surrounded by their animal cries as both of them reached their climax together. As though in a dream, she felt their sperm pumping into her belly and her throat, a sensation that seemed to go on forever.

Then, suddenly it was over. The dark one’s cock softened first, and slowly he slid it out of her throat, trailing a last string of cum across her face as he did so.

With his cock no longer blocking her throat, Tina gasped as she struggled to draw some much-needed breath into her lungs. Instead she only succeeded in choking herself on the cum lodged in her throat. Turning her head to one side she tried to cough it up, but the dark one slapped a hand across her mouth.

“Swallow it whore,” he told her. “Those are the rules. You have to swallow every last drop unless you want a good beating.”

Beneath his hand she tried to cough and swallow at the same time. Most of it went down in the end, though a thin stream came trickling down from her nose. Slowly she calmed, and her breathing returned to something approaching normal. Eventually she turned back and looked up at him.

“You missed some,” he said, running his finger across her face and collecting the string of cum on its tip. Tina was a quick learner. She knew what he wanted her to do. Without a word of protest her mouth opened and she sucked the sperm from his fingers a piece at a time until her face was clean. It earned her a compliment, the first kind words she’d heard since she’d been brought to this place.

“Good girl,” he said. “You’re getting the hang of it, but you really must try to relax more. Learn to breathe through your nose when you’ve got a cock stuck in your throat. One of these days you’ll choke to death if you can’t learn a simple trick like that.”

At the other end of her body she felt the snake slide out of her cunt. A few seconds later he too was standing in front of her, his cock in his hand, inviting her to open her mouth yet again. This time she had to suck him clean.

“Open your mouth cunt,” he ordered, “lick it clean for me. Taste your own pussy juice on my cock.” Once more Tina did as she was told, though with little enthusiasm for the task. Even in its current, semi-flaccid state the length of Snake’s penis caused her severe problems and she had to take it in both hands. Sensing her discomfort he laughed.

“I think I’ll try fucking you at this end next time,” he said. “That way I can reach right down and leave my calling card in your belly. It’ll save you the problem of having to swallow it.” As if to emphasise his words, he rammed his cock roughly into the back of her throat, half choking her before he pulled out and turned away.

“That’s enough for the moment though,” he said. “Time we all had a bit of a rest. In fact I rather fancy a cup of coffee.” He looked across at the dark one. “How about you?” He asked.

“Good idea, make that two coffees please,” he said. Again she noticed that small touch of humanity. Tina looked at him but he caught her glance and his head shook briefly. A warning perhaps?

“Now,” he shouted. “Make it today you dumb little fuck. In the kitchen, over there.”

Her face coloured at his sudden outburst, and she scurried off obediently in the direction the dark one had indicated. She knew where the kitchen was, but had only been in there once, for a matter of seconds. It took her some time to find everything she needed, and the tears in her eyes made the job that much harder. The utter despair she felt inside was becoming too much for her to cope with.

“We’ll have some biscuits as well,” one of them shouted through. “They’re in one of the cupboards.” His words sent her on another hurried search through the kitchen. She found two packets and laid some of each on a plate, an assortment of mixed creams and some chocolate digestives. The sight of the biscuits reminded Tina how hungry she was, almost without thinking she began to munch one as she picked up the milk from the refrigerator.

“Oh dear,” said the voice from the door. “What have we got here?”

Tina turned and stared at Snake. He was standing in the doorway watching her chewing, with half a biscuit clutched in her left hand. “Eating the biscuits now are we?” He said. “You’re not supposed to eat anything while you’re on duty Tina. Looks like a clear breach of the rules to me.” There was a grin of triumph on his face, “and you know what happens when little girls break the rules don’t you? They don’t just get hurt, they get tortured.”

“I didn’t know,” blurted Tina. “You didn’t give me time to read the rules.” She said it without thinking and his laughter grew even louder. “Oh dear, two rules broken at the same time,” he said. “That just about settles it. When the boss hears about this sweetheart, he’ll go ape. Are you going to pay for this.”

The look of triumph on his face made her back away from him, only there was nowhere for her to go, nowhere for her to hide. He moved across the room towards her, pausing on the way to open one of the draws and pick up a couple of objects. They looked like a pair of drumsticks, only much thicker, heavier, stronger. He looked at her again, his hand reaching out.

“No, please….don’t hurt me. I didn’t know.” His teeth showed in a mirthless grin as he covered the distance between them in a couple of strides and flat handed her across the side of her head. Tina was stunned, but kept her feet as he grabbed her hair and began to drag her back into the main room.

It was the table again. They seemed to have a thing about fucking her on the furniture. Actually it was for the benefit of the cameras. Every fuck site had at least one camera focussed on it; most of them had two or more.

The dark one was waiting for them; coils of rope in his hand. Tina barely had time to wonder where he’d got it from before she was pushed face down along the length of the table. The first rope was looped around her neck, tightened and tied off firmly to the table legs. It was a neat arrangement. The harder she struggled, the more the loop tightened around her neck, and the closer she came to strangling herself. In another five minutes or so, that option would begin to look like an increasingly attractive one. A second rope went round her midriff and through the rings screwed into the underside of the table, securing her torso firmly. It severely restricted her movement and allowed the two men to tackle her feet. To her surprise, they left her arms free, it was her feet they were really interested in.

‘Hurt her,’ had been the bearded one’s instructions. ‘Hurt her, then make her cum.’ The old routine, pain followed by pleasure. There are so many ways to cause pain, but this was one of Snake’s favourites. This was the one he most enjoyed because of their utter astonishment that something seemingly so banal could cause them so much hurt. His hands were shaking as he tightened the final knots. No matter how much she struggled, and my god would she struggle when the pain kicked in, she wouldn’t be able to move her feet more than an inch or two.

Snake pulled up a chair and looked into her eyes.

“I don’t suppose you’ve heard of Bastinado have you?” He asked as he began to tap the two sticks lightly on the tabletop in front of her, building up to a steady, tapping rhythm. Tina shook her head, hardly noticeable had he not been watching for it.

“No, I didn’t think so. Well I think a practical demonstration would be much better than a history lesson don’t you?” This time there was no response from Tina. He hadn’t expected one. When he moved behind her, Tina’s eyes followed him as far as they could, until the loop of rope around her neck tightened uncomfortably. His commentary continued, this time taking a slightly different line. This time he wasn’t expecting any answers.

“Remember what the guvnor said about hurting you when you misbehave?” He began. The sticks renewed their rhythmic tapping on the table. “Well personally I wouldn’t have used that word. ‘Hurt’ I’m talking about Tina. Hurt is such a soft word, open to misinterpretation. Personally I much prefer the word torture. It makes things much clearer in the victim’s mind I think. It really concentrates their thoughts. So torture is the word I’m going to use Tina. You’ve been a bad girl, now I’m going to torture you.”

She began to struggle, but the ropes had been tied too well and, after a few seconds she lay still again. The tap-tapping of the sticks went on.

“Victim, such a lovely word victim don’t you think. That’s you isn’t it Tina? You’re the victim here aren’t you?”

She jumped as the sound of the sticks beating on the table stopped suddenly and he transferred his attention to the sole of her left foot. Beating out the same steady, repetitive rhythm as he continued to talk to her.

“Shall I tell you something interesting?” He paused, expecting no reply, and getting none. “In ten minutes time you’ll be offering your body to both of us. Offering it freely, promising us a world of pleasure if only we’ll stop hurting you. Sorry, torturing you.”

This time he did get a response. A muffled “No way,” that made him smile. The continual rhythm being tapped out on her feet was annoying Tina, but it wasn’t really hurting her. If this was the best they could come up with, there was no way she’d give in to them. They could take her by force if they wanted to, she couldn’t do much to stop them, but there was no way she’d offer herself to them freely.

Still the pitter-patter of the sticks went on, a faint slapping sound in a room briefly silent.

“Oh yes.” Suddenly his voice was more serious. “You’ll beg us to fuck you Tina. Nine minutes baby, it’s coming closer.” For a few seconds, the rhythm slowed, before picking up again.

“But we won’t fuck you. Not right away. For a while you’ll be begging us for the wrong reason. You’ll be begging because you want us to stop hurting you. But we’ll just keep on going. Five, ten minutes after that and the need to be fucked will be so strong that you can’t hide it from us any more. You’ll know when you reach that point, and so will we. Then we’ll stop and give you what you want.”

“In your dreams,” she said. He smiled when he heard her words, but the rhythm went on. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, like wind driven raindrops on a windowpane.

“Dreams? He asked. Surely you mean nightmares don’t you?” He paused for a second. “Eight minutes,” he said quietly, and then delivered the first blow.

Tina never saw it coming. The speed of its delivery even caught the dark one by surprise. Without breaking rhythm, he swung one of the sticks hard, hitting the sole of her foot with all the power he could muster.

Indescribable pain shot up the length of her leg bones like an electric current, exploding in her torso like a fireball. Tina’s body contorted on the table, seeming almost to shrivel to half it’s size before her back arched, and her first unearthly scream filled the room. The pain and terror she was feeling combined to bring a brittle, razor-edged quality to the sound. Snake’s eyes shifted from the girl to the dark one, noting the shock and surprise in his face. He waited to see what his response would be.

His head was shaking. Thankfully there was just enough respect in the look he gave Snake to allay any suspicions the guy might have had about his commitment to the cause.

“Fucking hell,” he said. “Where did that come from?” Actually he was doing his best not to allow the pity he felt for the girl to show too clearly in his face. He’d heard real pain in that scream, real agony, real fear, and it had cut him to the quick. He was looking at Tina, but he was seeing Sandy Williams, and not for the first time he wondered what they’d done to her before she died. Had her screams echoed as loudly as Tina’s had done? For her sake he hoped that they hadn’t, but inside he knew that they almost certainly had.

 

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Chapter 6.

 

Long before her screaming deteriorated into a low, persistent keening, the pitter-patter rhythm of the sticks in Snake’s hand began their tune all over again. This time it was played out on the sole of her other foot. With the rhythm of the sticks came the sound of his voice.

“How did you like that Tina?” He asked. “Still think the pain was in my dreams do you?”

She was struggling, but the ropes that bound her were too tight, too secure. Her arms flailed around uselessly, unable to do anything to help her. The noose tightening around her neck began to take effect. She could only move her foot an inch or so, and the sticks followed her remorselessly. This time he didn’t keep her waiting quite so long, though the final slashing blow was delivered with equal ferocity. Again, as her body twisted and the room filled with her shrieking screams, Snake went back to her left foot. Pitter patter, pitter patter.

“No,” she moaned through the tears. “No more. Please. It hurts. It hurts too much.” All she could hear was his laughter.

“That’s the point sweetheart. It’s meant to hurt. Torture’s always meant to hurt. Are you ready to start begging for it yet? You know the words to say….I’m a dirty little whore, please put your cock in me. Please make me cum.”

He knew she wasn’t ready yet, not by a long way. He could feel her body tense as she gritted her teeth. She was still fighting him, still trying to deny the inevitable. But already her breathing was coming in short, pained gasps. Now she was anticipating when the next blow might fall. That was the true beauty of bastinado. The agony of the wait was almost as bad as the pain when the blow finally fell.

He looked across at the dark one. ‘Next time,’ he was telling him with his eyes. ‘Next time I hurt her she’ll start begging us for it.’

And so she did, but only after he’d kept her waiting for a very long time. Pausing occasionally, altering the pitter patter rhythm of the sticks several times, and tempting her into that certain belief that the blow was about to fall. Watching her body as it tensed and relaxed. Able to pick the moment she was least expecting it to drive the blow home. The moment when her pain would be at its worst. She started to babble after the next blow. As he’d forecast she began with the simple request.

“Please, leave me alone. Don’t hurt me any more. You can fuck me, I won’t give you any trouble.” Every time Snake gave her the same reply.

“Not yet sweetheart. I’m not sure I believe you yet. You can take a lot more pain than that; you know it as well as I do. You’re still only asking for it Tina. I need to hear you beg.”

So it went on; the persistent tapping on her feet, followed by that blinding instant of white-hot agony that lost none of its potency with repetition. Steadily her demands increased in both urgency and desperation. Now her body was shaking all the time. Her eyes were wide and staring, her lips drawn back over her teeth in an ugly grimace. Everything he’d said was coming true, and Tina began to beg for cock, her voice harsh and angry in the confines of the room.

“ Fuck me.” Now she was crying the words. Pleading with them to do as she asked. “For god’s sake fuck me, both of you. Fuck me, fuck me. Make me come.”

Snake smiled at the dark one as he stood up and began to loosen the ropes that bound her to the table.

“Roll over cunt,” he ordered. Tina did as she was told, her whole body trembling and shaking with the effort. “Now, tell us again. What is it you want us to do Tina?”

Her answer came quickly, though in a shaky, uncertain voice.

“Fuck me.” She said.

“Be a bit more polite about it than that.”

“Please fuck me….please.”

“And?” For a moment Tina looked confused, then she understood.

“Please fuck me,” she repeated. “Both of you, please fuck me and make me come.” Snake leant forward until he was staring right into her face.

“And what are you?” Despite the pain, her memory had a strange clarity to it.

“I’m a dirty little whore,” she said. “Please put your cock in me. Please make me come.” Snake laughed.

“No,” he said. “I won’t. You don’t deserve to be fucked you ungrateful little whore. Now get off to the kitchen and make that coffee we’ve been waiting for.”

When he dragged her off the table, the pain in her feet was unbearable. Tina couldn’t stand it. She screamed again and slumped to her knees in despair. Both the men came in close.

“Get up,” ordered Snake. When she didn’t respond he kicked her hard between her legs, pounding her pussy with his foot. “Get up whore. Go and make the coffee.” There was anger in his voice.

“I can’t. My feet hurt, I can’t stand.”

“I don’t care if you have to crawl you little cunt, do as you’re told. Get into the kitchen and make that coffee. If you’re not back here in ten minutes I’ll give you another session,”

The two men hauled her back to her feet before letting go of her arms. Again her feet let her down. This time she managed to grab the table edge before falling to her knees. A hand reached out, supporting her, it was the dark one. Even so the pain was bad for those first thirty seconds. There seemed no way she could even stand, let alone shuffle across to the kitchen.

“Come on Tina,” said the voice in her ear. “You can do it baby. Just take your time. Lean on me. Keep your weight off your feet as much as you can.”

She looked at him. The dark was encouraging her now, playing the good cop in their scripted routine. A counterpoint to Snake’s bad cop. Encouraging her rather than hurting her, giving her enough belief in herself to keep going when all she really wanted to do was die.

“Help me,” she whispered to him. “Please help me.” He slipped an arm around her waist, supporting her for a minute or two, before she felt strong enough to release her vice like grip on the table.

“Come on then,” he said. “Lets get you into the kitchen.”                                  

Snake was a little concerned as he watched the pair of them shuffle across the room. The dark one seemed to be playing his part well, maybe too well. It was only when the latter looked up and winked as he led Tina into the kitchen that Snake felt able to relax. Not completely, but then he’d always had his doubts about Henson. He might be a decent doctor, but he’d been rather too keen to give up that young lass.

 What was her name now? Sandy Williams? Yea, poor kid. Henson had given her up in a matter of seconds, just to save his own skin. Sure, he hadn’t had a lot of choice in the matter, but he didn’t even put up a token resistance when they’d given him the ultimatum. Snake had played his full part in the long and violent sexual assault that had resulted in the girl’s death. But just lately he’d begun to dream about that night. The problem was that they weren’t the kind of dreams that sat easily on his conscience. She’d been too young, and deserved better.

In the kitchen, the dark one did most of the work, though he wouldn’t allow Tina to sit down.

“You have to stay on your feet,” he told her. “It’ll be worse if you sit down for a while. You won’t be able to walk, and you need to walk back in there, even if you only take a plate of biscuits with you.” Tina looked at him.

“But what about the coffee?” She said.

“I’ll take them,” he said. “You just concentrate on walking.” This time she stared at him.

“What?” He asked.

“Can I ask you something?” She said. He looked around, checking that the room was empty, before nodding his approval. “What’s going to happen to me?” She asked. Suddenly he looked serious, unable to meet her eyes.

“You’re going to be raped,” He said quietly. “Like the man said, it won’t be pleasant.”

“But then what? Are they going to kill me?” This time he smiled. He seemed almost relieved to be giving her some good news at last.

“No.” He said. “Of course not. You’ll be here for ten days or so, until they get tired of you. Then they’ll let you go, and bring another girl down here.”

Relief washed over her in waves. It was the answer she’d longed to hear, the answer he’d been primed to give her.

“You’ll be back home Tina, all this will seem like a bad dream.”

Of course, it was a lie. Exactly where Tina would be going when she left the cellars was yet to be decided. Wherever it was, she certainly wouldn’t be going back to Walpole Road. An attractive, fully trained fuck toy like Tina was far too valuable an asset to set loose. Where she went depended wholly on who paid the highest price for her. What they used her for was of interest to no-one but their new owners, though he knew that some of the customers who took their girls even gave rape and torture a bad name. Certainly, none of the girls had ever been heard of again. That was the reason they never hid their faces from their victims.

“Just hang on Tina. It won’t be long and you’ll be back home.”

His words gave her strength. For the moment she didn’t question the truth of them. He didn’t give her time to think about them too closely, pushing the plate of biscuits into her hand.

“Take these,” he said. “Take it steady, make sure you don’t drop them.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be right behind you. Hang on Tina, you’ll be fine.”

She did as she was told, shuffling painfully across the room and putting the plate on the coffee table that Snake had pulled across the room and situated in front of the sofa. As she walked towards him, she could feel him watching her. His cum began to leak out of her pussy and trickled slowly down her leg.

He was sitting at one end of the sofa, still naked. She stood back and waited for the dark one to arrive with the coffee. He put the tray down on the table alongside the biscuits.

“Milk and sugar for me,” said the dark one.

“Me too,” echoed snake, “two spoons.” They watched her closely as she poured the requested drinks before standing back and looking at them. They were staring quite openly at her naked body. Neither of them had quite come to terms with the fact that this little cunt was theirs for the taking. That they really could do anything they wanted to her. It was the dark one who broke the awkward silence.

“Leave the cups there for a moment Tina,” he said. “The coffee’s a little hot just now. Come and sit here with us for a while; so we can get to know each other a bit better.” Tina froze with fear at his words; the threat of punishment was still strong in her mind. But the dark one smiled his encouragement and patted the sofa beside him, and hesitantly she did as she was told. It was a mistake, but what else could she have done?

The moment she sat down he grabbed her hair and yanked her head down into his lap. As the top half of her body twisted down, Snake grabbed her legs, lifting them across his knees and forcing them apart with his hand as he did so. Roughly he began to finger her inflamed pussy.

Tina began to cry, certain that they were going to rape her again. Inches in front of her eyes, the dark one’s cock stiffened and lifted menacingly. Only this time they didn’t rape her, at least not in the way she’d been expecting.

Instead their hands roamed freely across the parts of her naked body that they could reach. She could feel Snake’s long fingers probing deeply into her cunt, still wet and slippery from her earlier violent fucking. When his fingers withdrew, he transferred his attention to her clit. Sore and swollen though it was even his first tentative touches made her hips jump unexpectedly.

“Oh nice,” said Snake. “Oh sweet. This one’s really hot. I think the little cunt wants us to fuck her again.”

At the other end of the sofa the dark one concentrated his attention on her breasts, caressing them gently and tweaking her nipples into an embarrassing hardness. This time they were almost gentle with her, and in some ways this was worse than the violence she’d been expecting. The very slowness of it all made her feel helpless. She hated the gradual, seemingly inevitable betrayal of her battered body as it began to respond to their caresses.

They took a long time teasing her, but they knew what they were doing. The initial signs might have been small, but they were telling. Tiny tremors that ran through her body, tensing her stomach muscles, arching her back and lifting her hips off the sofa. The longer they worked on her, the harder it became to resist. Tina gritted her teeth, determined not to respond, but she failed dismally.

Between them they played her like a musical instrument. To her horror she felt herself coming closer to climax. Despite everything that had happened she could tell that it was going to be a big one. By the time her orgasm hit her, she really did want them to fuck her again. Inside her head she was screaming at them, begging them to fuck her even harder.

Reaching up with her hand she pulled the dark one’s head down to her breasts, gasping as his tongue lapped greedily against her excited nipples, groaning and squirming with pleasure as he sucked each of them in turn between his lips. Leaning forward, unseen by snake, Tina whispered in his ear,

“Help me,” she said to him through gritted teeth. “For god’s sake you have to help me. I don’t think I can take much more of this.” Very briefly he paused before continuing his oral stimulation of her tingling breasts.

For the final few minutes the two of them balanced her on the very edge of her orgasm. Her body began to lift and move rhythmically between them in an obscene dance of desire. Before the sheer power of her climax swept her away over the edge. As she began to scream, her hand reached out again searching for the dark one’s cock. It was already hard as steel and within a matter of seconds she had it pulsing strongly in her hand.

This time Tina’s screams had a different tenor to them. Her back arched up violently as Snake plunged his fingers up into her cunt whilst still stimulating her clit with his powerful thumb. She came, strongly, wildly, almost out of control. Again and again the orgasms raced through her, threatening to tear her body in half and, in the throes of her ecstasy, she found herself fucking hard against the fingers invading her pussy. Though it disgusted her to do it, she just couldn’t fight the primeval feeling that was overwhelming her.

Almost inevitably the dark one’s cock began jerking strongly and he came in her hand. As his sperm sprayed across her face, his cries of pleasure mingled with her own. Quickly she turned and took his cock into her mouth, sucking greedily at the sperm as it pumped into her. Despite the danger of her situation, it was the most powerful emotion Tina had ever experienced. When it was done she lay there helplessly on the sofa. Her body went on twitching for several more minutes as the orgasmic aftershocks raced through her.

Eventually she lifted her eyes and looked up at the dark one. He was gazing down at the helpless fuck toy lying in his lap, her hand still clenched around his cock. This one was good. She was very good. It should be enough to keep her alive for a while, but what then? What would happen to her when the training was done, when they began to get tired of her as they inevitabls did in the end. When the search for their next victim began? Was that a touch of guilt he was feeling in his heart, or was it sadness?

He watched as she ran her own finger across her face, collecting the strings of cum and transferring them to her mouth. He smiled down at her as she licked her lips with apparent relish, knowing that her actions owed more to an instinct of self-preservation than to a genuine taste for his cum. It was a fleeting smile to be sure, but it was enough for her to smile back at him.

Reluctantly Snake removed his hand from her cunt and reached for his coffee.

“Ugh,” he said, “this fucking coffee’s cold you lazy little bitch.”

Roughly he rolled her off the sofa onto the floor, pushing her away from him with his foot. “Go and make us some more, and make sure it’s hot this time.”

Slowly she hauled herself to her feet. Her feet were crippling her, and the aftermath of her orgasms were still twitching their way through her body. It was several seconds before she felt steady enough to pick up the tray and shuffle her way back to the kitchen. Hardly was she there before she heard Snake’s voice. He was standing at the kitchen door again.

“Forget about the coffee bitch,” he said. “We have to be going now. I hope you’re not too disappointed. We’ll make it up to you next time we come, I promise. Next time should be very special after all the rules you broke today. Like the boss said, you just wouldn’t believe how many ways there are to hurt a pretty young woman. We’re getting quite good at it, but so we should be, given all the practice we’ve had.”

The look that came with his words sent a shiver of apprehension slicing coldly down her spine. It had been a mixture of triumph and anticipation. Tina had hoped that the session on the sofa would count as her punishment, that’s why she’d put so much into it. Now it seemed she’d been mistaken, how badly mistaken didn’t become clear until later. For the moment she stood in the kitchen and felt the tears streaming down her face. She didn’t realise that Snake was still standing in the doorway until he spoke again. He still had that smile on his face.

“You sad little bitch,” he said, shaking his head. “You haven’t got a fucking clue what’s going to happen to you now have you? I could almost feel sorry for you, only I don’t, because this is the bit we all really enjoy.”

He was still smiling as he walked away. A moment later and it was the dark one who was standing at the door and looking across the kitchen at her. He was fully dressed now and he had a look of sadness on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You’d better get yourself cleaned up while you’ve got the chance. This place as well. Don’t make things any worse than they already are. It’s going to be bad I’m afraid. I’ll do what I can for you, but that’s all I can promise.”

Tina stared at him; fear and pain was etched clearly on her face. He looked round and lowered his voice before he spoke to her again.

“Try to hold on,” he said. “Once this is over, they won’t keep you here much longer. A few more days and they’ll let you go I promise. I know it’s hard but you’ll be back home in a week or so.”

He was lying of course, but sometimes it was better to give the poor bitches hope, they seemed to last longer that way. He turned away and seconds later she heard the outer door close behind him. She was alone.

Tina wanted to believe him so badly, she needed to believe in something; but what if he was lying to her? What if they didn’t let her go after all, what would they do to her then? For the moment all she could only hang on to the dark one’s words, and hope he was telling her the truth. The alternative just didn’t bear thinking about.

 

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Chapter 7.

 

Tina followed the dark one’s advice, though her first task was to make herself something to eat and drink. Then she could set about cleaning and tidying the cellar rooms. It was the first food she’d eaten since being brought to this dreadful place. A small omelette and some buttered toast and jam washed down with a mug of coffee. When that was done she felt free to look after her appearance, beginning the process with a long hot shower.

            All the time she found herself glancing nervously at the cameras dotted around the rooms. It was the first time she’d had a good look at them. They’d been well sited she noticed; there wasn’t a corner anywhere that allowed her any privacy, and she guessed that someone would be watching her all the time. They’d probably filmed the attacks on her as well she thought, as she tried to remember how many times she’d been raped so far. Two or three she thought, but even her memory was playing tricks on her now.

And how many more times did they intend to make use of her? All she could do for the moment was hold onto the dark one’s words and pray that he was telling her the truth. As far as she could tell, everything they’d told her so far had been the truth. There was nothing for her to wear down here, though the rooms were warm enough for that not to be a problem. Why would they lie about the cameras then, or the promise to let her go?

            Tina understood that was in a desperate situation,  that somehow she had to escape. But there was no obvious way out of this prison cell, apart from the door that is. And, apart from the curving staircase, she didn’t even know what lay on the other side of that door. All she could do was stay alert, and watch for any opportunity that might come her way.

When everything was tidy she had another drink and slipped into bed. Before trying to sleep she read through the list of rules they’d left her on the previous day. They’d told her that there were a hundred rules for her to remember. The actual number was closer to forty.

Down near the bottom of the list she found the one she was looking for, ‘Guests shall not eat whilst entertaining clients, unless given prior permission.’ She shook her head. So she was a guest was she? No hotel she’d ever visited treated its guests in such a way. The last rule on the list also troubled her. ‘Anything else that clients consider an infringement of their right to  use  the guest in any way they choose.’ In other words, just as the bearded one had said on the first night, they could do what the fuck they wanted with her

    Her mind went back to him as he read out the first few rules to her. ‘The first rule is, that, where we’re concerned there aren’t any rules,’ he’d said, but that didn’t stop them making up new ones as they went along it seemed. Rules were so much easier to break if you weren’t aware of their existence.

            Eventually she drifted off to sleep, though she did worry what might happen if she slept so deeply that she didn’t hear the bell warning her of their arrival. It was a worry wasted because this time they didn’t bother to give her a warning at all. After all this was to be Tina’s judgement day. The first she knew of their arrival was the bedclothes being dragged from her body and the bearded one’s voice grating harshly in her ear.

            ‘Wake up you lazy little cunt, it’s time to open your legs again. Time for you to pay the price of your disobedience.’

            This time, a hand held video camera recorded every single moment of Tina’s suffering. Quite a professional job they made of it too, inventive, up close and very, very personal. This was no second rate rape simulation; this was the real deal. Right down to the blood, the cum, and the shrieking screams of their victim.

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            Five days after it was over Tina’s Ma was half-heartedly dusting around the front room in Walpole Road when she heard the morning post drop onto the mat. There were three items, an electricity bill, an offer of a free credit card she’d never asked for and an interesting looking brown bubble envelope addressed to her and her husband in neat, but unremarkable block capitals.

Curiosity made her open the latter first, sliding its contents onto the dining room table. It was a videotape, home made by the look of it. Written along the spine in the same, careful block capitals were the words  ‘TINA’s NEW JOB.’ Something about it made her feel uneasy, so she rang her husband at work and asked what she should do about it. The police still hadn’t taken Tina’s disappearance seriously, so he agreed to come home, and they would watch the video together.

            By the time he got back from work there was a mug of tea waiting for him. They sat in the kitchen and talked about the video for a moment or two. But in the end they could delay the decision no longer. Susanne had been back at school for a couple of days now, revelling in the reflected glory of her missing sister. If she’d been at home, they might have done things differently. He slipped the video into the player, switched it on and sat down on the sofa. Together with his wife, they watched the violent rape of their daughter from its very earliest moments.

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            Tina’s eyes shot open at the sound of the bearded one’s voice. On all fours she scrambled across the bed in an effort to escape them, but found that she was surrounded. All five of them were naked and, judging by the size of their erections, they were more than ready for the coming assault. The camera lingered on those erections, featuring each of them in turn, and interspersing the shots with close ups of Tina’s face as she crouched on the bed and stared at them, wide eyed and clearly terrified.

            “That’s right bitch,” said a voice off camera. “Take a good look. Five big cocks, and all of them are just dying to get up your tight little snatch again. It’s going to be another all-nighter for you I’m afraid, but I’m sure you’ll put on a good show for the cameras. Who knows, this time you might even find yourself enjoying it.”

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            Tina’s Mum and Dad looked at each other in disbelief. They should have switched off the video at that point and called the police right away, but they didn’t quite dare. Maybe they’d misheard, or misunderstood what was going on. By the time they realised that the threats were genuine it was too late, they were hooked by what they were watching.

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            On the bed Tina was crouching in front of them, a bitch at bay. She had nowhere left to run and nowhere to hide. All hope was gone and she began to cry.

            “No,” she said in a low, trembling voice, “please don’t hurt me any more. I don’t think I can take any more. Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

They all laughed at her words and the camera moved in closer to catch the tears running down her cheek. The look on her face changed suddenly, becoming a grimace of pain. A hand had reached across the screen, grabbing her hair and dragging her off the bed. On all fours she braced her body and tried to resist but inevitably she toppled off the end off the bed, landing in a heap on the floor and bruising her knees.

“Oh, we’re not ready to let you go just yet bitch. You don’t really want to leave us now that the real fun is about to begin. This is the best bit Tina. This is the bit where you find out what it’s like to get a good, old fashioned shagging. Believe me, it’s going to be all pain and pleasure from here on in. Only you get all the pain and we get all the pleasure. I won’t pretend you’re going to enjoy it much, but that’s hardly the point is it? All you have to do is spread those pretty legs of yours and take everything we stick up your sweet hole.”

For the sake of the soundtrack his voice hardened further. “We’re going to fuck you senseless tonight Tina. You may be a pretty little thing now, but by the time we’ve finished with you, you’ll wish you’d never been born. That’s what makes it such a pleasure, for us. Oh and by the way, we’re going to film everything tonight, so we can send the pictures to Mummy and Daddy. Let them see what their baby girl is getting up to in her new job.”

A sudden look of horror crossed her face. This time she screamed the word ‘Nooo…’ at the top of her voice.

“Oh but yes,” came the quiet reply. “So make sure you put on a good performance for them won’t you Tina. Make them proud of their little girl, after all this is your chance to be a big movie star.”

The TV screen faded into darkness and stayed that way for twenty seconds or more. Tina’s Mum and Dad looked at each other, both were wondering whether that was it when they heard her voice whispering to them from the darkened screen. At first it was so faint that they could hardly make out what she was saying, but slowly the sound got louder and clearer.

It was a sequence from the soundtrack recorded on the previous day. As Tina lay face down on the table, waiting for the next blast of pain to shoot through her body. Her breathing was fast and shallow, it was full of fear and expectation. Ten seconds, fifteen, twenty and then…….

Tina’s inhuman scream of pain filled the room. Her parents clutched at each other, unable to drag their eyes away from the picture of their daughter’s shrieking face that suddenly filled the screen in front of them.

The intensity of her pain was obvious and slowly the camera pulled away to reveal the cause of it. Her arms had been roped to a wooden beam, suspending her a couple of feet from the ground. As they watched, a large, well-built man forced himself powerfully into her suspended body. Each new thrust tore a loud gasp of pain out of her throat as she rode up and down the wall impaled on the end of his huge, thrusting cock.

“Get in close on her face,” said a voice. From the regular grunting that accompanied the words, it could only have been the bastard who was raping their daughter. “I want Mummy and Daddy to watch her reaction when I fill her cunt with cum.”

He took his time about fucking her. Deliberately hurting her, making her squeal and generally putting on a show for the cameras. It was several minutes before he shot his load deep into her body. As he did so Tina’s screams reached a new crescendo, her head thrashing back and forth for a good thirty seconds before it began to slow. At one point she seemed determined to beat her brains out on the wall behind her.

Once his initial urge had been satisfied, the man stepped back slightly, easing his cock out of her cunt and leaving her body hanging on the wall twitching and shaking. He knelt before her and spread her legs with his hands, opening her pussy to the pitiless gaze of the camera lens.

“Take a look at your precious daughter now,” he said. There was more than a hint of disgust in his voice. As though obeying his order the camera moved in closer. Her cunt was an angry red colour, rather than the pretty pink it had been when they first stripped her. It glistened wetly under the lights, and even as her parents watched her open hole pulsing gently, the first traces of semen came leaking out of her, trickling slowly down her leg.

It was too much for her mother. She stood up and walked over to the phone. The card that the police had left was lying on the table and in a daze she rang the number.

“Can I speak to Inspector Mason please,” she said, her voice flat and emotionless. “It’s Mrs. Featherstone on Walpole Road. It’s about our daughter, Tina. She went missing last week.”

There was a short delay, sixty seconds or so, before they put her through. Her eyes never left the TV screen, and the sperm leaking slowly from her daughter’s open cunt.

“Mason,” said the voice on the other end of the line. “Is it about Tina? Has she turned up yet?”

“I think you’d better come over,” said her mother. “We got a video in the post this morning. It’s our Tina, she’s being raped.” There was a brief pause before she began to get angry. The way she was feeling it didn’t take much.

“Of course I’m sure. She’s our daughter for god’s sake. Do you really think we can’t recognise our own daughter?” She listened for a moment, said a reluctant “thank you,” and put the phone back on the hook before rejoining her husband on the sofa. “They’re on their way,” she told him. He didn’t reply. This time he didn’t even reach out for her hand. He seemed unable to drag his eyes away from the naked body of his daughter on the screen. They’d taken her down from the wall by this time, and were attaching ropes to her wrists and ankles.

That damn voice was still going on; as though they needed a commentary to tell them what was happening. It seemed to be taunting them and when Tina’s mother looked at her husband she noticed the tears rolling down his face for the first time.

“Look at the pussy on her,” the voice was saying. “Don’t you wish you’d had a bit of that while you had the chance daddy? I can’t believe you’ve lived in the same house as a cunt like this without doing her on a regular basis. What sort of a man are you? Then again, maybe you did, though she’s so tight I doubt it.”

Her father’s memory slipped back a couple of years, to the morning after Tina’s 18th birthday bash. Friends had delivered her back home in the early hours of morning, drunk and unconscious. He and his wife had undressed her, wiped her down with a flannel and put her safely to bed. An hour later, with his wife snoring gently beside him, he’d heard the dull thud from her bedroom and gone to investigate.

Tina was lying on the floor in the half light cast through the gap in the curtains by the streetlights outside. Somehow she’d rolled out of bed and now lay on her back on the floor; her legs were parted with one knee slightly bent. The naked beauty of his daughter had taken his breath away, and he’d stood there for some time devouring her raw sexuality with his hungry eyes. Lifting her back onto the bed had been awkward. However hard he tried to fight the urge, her nakedness had drawn his hands to her body with a magnetic power he found increasingly hard to resist.

In the end John Featherstone didn’t fuck his daughter after all, though it had been a close run thing. Instead he leant down between her pale thighs and kissed her pussy gently, running his tongue up and down her slit several times. The taste was exquisite, so sweet on the tip of his tongue. But she stirred slightly as his tongue brushed her clit for the first time, lifting her hips into his face and moaning.

That slight movement was enough to bring him to his senses. Was he really on the point of fucking his own daughter? Oh he’d fantasised about it in the past, what father didn’t, but there’s a huge gap between fantasy and reality. He must have been out of his mind to even consider actually doing it.

Straightening up he pulled the covers over her sleeping form and slipped away to his own bed where, ten minutes later, he masturbated himself to sleep. Leaving her untouched was a decision he’d been proud of at the time, and yet regretted in almost equal measure.

Much of the last couple of years had been spent wondering what it would have been like if he’d had his daughter. Knowing it would have been heaven, and wondering whether he could have got away with it. Maybe that’s what happens in a lot of father/daughter relationships. There’s an ever present sexual desire that neither party will ever quite own up to, and so remains unfulfilled.

Back on the screen Tina’s wrists and ankles had been secured with ropes. She was dragged through the doorway into the bedroom. Across the bed lay the upturned sofa over which had been draped a couple of duvets, acting as some sort of padding. As soon as they began to lift her up Tina realised what they were going to do and her struggles began again.

“That’s right you little cunt, fight us all the way. It’s so much more fun when

you fight back.”

The big man had her by the throat and forced her backwards onto the bed, straddling her naked body as he pushed her across the upturned sofa. Eager hands seized the ropes attached to her wrists and ankles and secured them tightly to all four corners of the bed. By the time they were finished Tina was spread-eagled helplessly across the back of the sofa. Her whole body lay open and freely available for the use of them all. Tina knew it, but could do nothing.

“No,” she groaned. “No more. Please don’t do this. Please let me go.” Their only response to her pleas was further laughter.

“You’ve got to be joking. You’re not going anywhere Tina.”

            Unlike her parents Tina didn’t see the first blow coming. Though she heard the hiss, and instantly felt the electric sting of the whip as it cut sharply across her belly. The pain of it was intense and was reflected in the shrillness of her scream. Though the ropes were tied securely, her whole body bucked and twisted as the lash continued to caress her nakedness. They all took their turn with the whip, aiming their blows at different parts of her body.

Her breasts, the gentle curve of her belly, her thighs, her pussy and even her face were all targeted deliberately. Until her body was criss-crossed with a pattern of sharp-edged, angry red welts. And still her agonised writhing went on, and her screams echoed through the house on Walpole Road, every bit as loudly as they’d done in the cellars five days earlier.

            Even when the whip finally stopped, the stinging went on. So painful was it that it took several minutes before Tina realised that the beating had stopped and someone was eating out her pussy. Her parents knew that they should have switched off the video long ago. Now it was far too late. A horrified fascination was making them watch on, maybe they realised that these could be the last pictures of their daughter they would ever see. As they watched, the camera moved in on her face again as her mouth opened to accept the cock that was being forced between her lips. Her eyes were wide open, both her parents wondered why. 

For the next few minutes they sat in silence and watched their daughter choking on that same cock as it was forced down her throat. Both of them were crying openly now, it was a mixture of anger and frustration. Yet strangely neither of them felt able to reach out to the other for support. Instead they sat apart, one at each end of the sofa, as they watched their daughter’s suffering. Unable to reach out and help either her or each other, they just went on watching.

The filming of the assault on Tina Featherstone had been professionally handled and edited. Almost every shot showed her suffering with an almost sympathetic clarity. Yet clues as to the identity of her attackers were minimal. No faces were ever shown, and none of her assailants had any telltale tattoos or bodily markings that might identify them. Only one voice was ever heard, but it was a flat, accent free voice, one that was forgotten within five seconds of being heard.

            On the screen someone began to maul Tina’s breasts. Alternately squeezing and pulling hard at her nipples, hurting breasts already made painful by the attention of the whip. The camera panned round slightly, highlighting the other end of her body as it shifted uncomfortably in its rope bindings. A second cock was forcing its way into her open cunt, lifting her and pushing her forward slightly, joining the one already buried in her throat. Each new thrust penetrated deeper into her body as her assailants began to develop a steady rhythm. And still her open eyes stared directly into the camera, pleading for mercy.

            It was the accountant whose cock was buried in her throat. Her parents weren’t to know that, but Tina would have known even if her eyes had been closed. He seemed in no great hurry to reach his climax. In fact he seemed to relish Tina’s obvious discomfort, her obvious inability to cope with the thing that was slowly choking the life out of her. Despite the layer of duvets softening the sofa’s sharper angles, the attention she was getting at both ends threatened to snap her slender body like a dry twig. In the end unconsciousness came to her rescue. By the time she came round again he’d shot his load into her and pulled out. He was slapping her face furiously and screaming at her like a madman.

            “Wake up you cheap little whore. Don’t you ever go to sleep on me again while I’m shagging you.” He seemed to take her unconsciousness as a personal affront to his manhood, and his anger came across clearly to her watching parents. What wasn’t so clear to them was the reason behind his anger; but then they hadn’t seen the set of rules that Tina was now expected to live by.

As soon as she came round she began to choke on the semen lodged in her throat. His hand clamped down quickly onto her mouth.

            “Swallow all of it bitch. You know the rules. I don’t care if you choke doing it but you’ll swallow every last drop.”

All this time it was clear that Tina was still being fucked strongly. Her body continued to move steadily, almost rhythmically within the restraint of her ropes, the movement accompanied by the tuneless grunts of her rapist. Eventually he too reached his climax. It was the mechanic, and the noise he made when he came sounded less than human. Tina felt the rush of warm sperm as he ejaculated into her belly.

Through the haze of their tears, her parents watched in disbelief as the next two cocks moved in quickly to take their turn, and the fucking of Tina went on with hardly a break.

“That’s it baby,” growled the voice. “Keep it going. You’re doing quite well for a beginner. I told you rape was a lot of fun didn’t I?  Said you’d enjoy it if you worked at it hard enough. Early days yet though cunt, we’ve all got a long night ahead of us. Especially you.’

The words ‘cunt’ and ‘you,’ were almost spat out of the sound track. They cut into her parents in precisely the way they were designed to do.

Tina’s head lifted and tried to turn away, but she couldn’t prevent the next cock from sliding into her mouth. She gagged violently as it hit the back of her throat, and forced its way down into her gullet. The combination of close up camera work and accurate sound recording filled the room, burying the reality of their daughter’s rape forever in her parents’ memories.

This time it was Snake, carrying out his threat to face fuck Tina first chance he got. Clearly he was making the most of his opportunity. Her watching parents gasped in unison when they realised the length of the cock their daughter was struggling to swallow.

The camera angle moved again. Now it gazed down on her cunt from close range and watched intently as another bulbous cockhead slid briefly into view before burying itself deep into her red velvet depths. Tina knew immediately it was the dark one who was fucking her now. His cum would be the next to wash the walls of her vagina.

Crazy though it seemed, knowing that he was close was almost a comfort to her at this time. She tried to remember how many times they’d raped her already, and wondered how many more were still to come before her night was over. But memory was slipping away from her; already it was getting fuzzy at the edges. So numb was she that neither question seemed to matter any more.

The only thing she wanted to do was sleep, or maybe die. Instead, her body continued its rhythmic response to her rape. Moving back and forth within the limited restraints of her bonds, her open vagina pulsing gently in response to her continued rape. It might have been a pleasant experience for the men, but for Tina it was a nightmare. One that intensified considerably as the dark one’s orgasm grew closer.

Almost with disinterest Tina could feel his cock pulsing inside her and listened to the long, drawn-out cry of triumph that accompanied his orgasm. It seemed to come from so far away. Within a couple of minutes Snake had followed suit; ejaculating deep into her throat. She could feel the harshness of his pubic hairs grinding into her lips as he struggled to force his cock as far down her throat as it would go. Then he too was spent, and Tina was fighting for breath, choking to swallow the cum he’d lodged in her throat.

For a few moments her torment eased, but not so that of her parents. Unnoticed by its subject the camera moved slowly across her face. They watched as it picked out the stream of cum that trickled slowly from her bruised and swollen mouth and followed it down her face until it ran into the corner of her eye. There it gathered in increasing quantities until she seemed to be weeping sperm every time she blinked. 

Moving down her body, the camera lingered next on her breasts. Highlighting the savage red-blue welts left by the whip, one of which blazed angrily across her tight nipple and seemed to have drawn flecks of blood to the surface. Even her father winced when he saw that. Her stomach was also patterned by clear evidence of her savage beating. Whether by accident or some freaky design of nature, the marks left by the whip on her lower belly all pointed downwards in a series of V’s.

Together they combined to highlight her pussy, wide open now and considerably redder and angrier than it had been in the earlier close-ups. Her body was still moving slightly in the ropes, an inbuilt memory of her long rape perhaps. It highlighted her open cunt, still pulsing steadily, still pushing ever more sperm out of her with each new movement.

It was leaking out of her in a long liquid stream. The camera lovingly followed its slippery trail down the crack in her arse, watching closely as it dripped onto the duvet before continuing its gravity driven journey towards the floor. Her parents thought it was all over at last, but they were so wrong. They hadn’t even reached half-time yet.

It was the voice that drew their attention to that fact. As the camera pursued its voyeuristic journey down her bruised thighs and her long shapely legs, to the ropes that secured her ankles to the bed; that nondescript voice was pointing out the numerous other pleasures that awaited Tina before her night was over. A special hell dwelt on Walpole Road that day, and that was even before the hypo appeared in his hand.

“I think you’ll find this interesting,” he said. “I know I will. This is something new. We’ve never tried it before but it comes highly recommended by people who have.”

The camera pulled back until it covered Tina’s face as well as her arm, and watched her reaction as the needle slid into a vein, and the plunger went down slowly, forcing the contents into her body. There was a delayed action effect, it was three or four seconds before her head turned towards the injection site and a similar delay before a flash of pain on her face registered the delivery of the drug into her system.

“I can’t tell you what it’s called I’m afraid; it’s still banned in this country. But I can tell you what it does. It gives Tina a new lease of life.” He paused, the full dose had been delivered and he withdrew the needle, quickly wiping the wound with an antiseptic swab. The camera concentrated on Tina’s eyes, watching for the first signs that the drug was taking effect as the voice continued its friendly explanation.

“They use it regularly in the sex trade now,” he went on. “Especially in Eastern Europe and the Far East. Whoring girls is a big business over there. It gives them an extra boost they say, keeping up their strength and allowing them to take far more punishment when exhaustion sets in. That’s why we’re trying it out on Tina tonight. To see how long we can keep fucking her before she gives up the ghost. So she isn’t just a film star, she’s helping scientific research. Good eh?”

The camera jumped slightly and zoomed right in on Tina’s eyes.

“There,” said the voice. “Did you see that? I think it’s working already.”

Her eyes certainly seemed larger than they had done, and now the pupils were dilating rapidly.

“There are said to be some interesting side effects though,” the voice went on. “It works on the nervous system for instance, making her body far more sensitive to pain. Why don’t we give it a try?”

His hand reached out to her breasts, tracked all the way by the camera. Significantly he selected her blood-flecked nipple for his demonstration, twisting it hard and tearing a shrill shriek from Tina’s lips.

“Hmmm,” said the voice. “That sounds promising doesn’t it? I wonder if her cunt’s as sensitive as her tit. Why don’t we give it a try?”

The hand moved down and several fingers were forced roughly into her open cunt, prompting an even more extreme reaction from the girl. Her body twisted wildly and she began to babble incoherently. Her parents couldn’t believe what they were hearing.

“Pleeeease, fuck me again,” she seemed to be saying. “Fuck me again, I like it, do it to me again pleeease.”

Of course that wasn’t what Tina had actually said. The tape had been extensively doctored, all four of the ‘dont’s’ being neatly edited out of the original. Unless you were an expert it was impossible to see, or hear the join.

“I think she’s about ready for us now. The injection seems to be working, so let’s string the bitch up in the other room. Then we can start fucking her all over again. With that quantity of drugs inside her, she should be good for another hour or two at least. I’m afraid it’s going to be pretty hard for her, but it’s important to know just how much punishment her body can take.”

 The four ropes securing her to the bed were released, and Tina was dragged, stumbling into the main room. Over in the corner, where the sofa had once stood, two ropes had been looped through eyes bolted into the ceiling three feet apart and dropped towards the floor.

The ropes around her wrists were attached to those hanging from the ceiling. When the slack was taken up, Tina’s arms were hauled upwards and outwards above her head. Her ankles were similarly secured to hooks embedded in the bottom of the wall spreading her legs wide. A last quick adjustment left her struggling on the end of her ropes. Her toes were barely touching the floor, and she was swaying very slightly.

            They let her hang like that for several moments. Her naked vulnerability framed large on the TV screen, as the camera played lovingly across her body. Her father was praying that the police would arrive and put an end to this nightmare, because he didn’t have the strength to do it himself. They seemed to be taking an awfully long time to turn up.

            Tina’s eyes were still open, huge and dark. They were empty pools of liquid pain, staring straight at the line of cocks, already hard again, and just waiting for the attack on Tina to be renewed. Once more it was the big man who got things under way. The same one who’d fucked her up against the wall to get the evening’s entertainment under way.

This time he stepped forward and pushed his fingers into her cunt. It was still slippery with leaking sperm, and he used it to lubricate her arse. Even her parents recognised what his intention was long before Tina began shrieking.

Frantically she tried to squirm away from him. The ropes were less restricting than they’d been on the bed, but they still allowed her little room for manoeuvre. Her twisting movements merely upset her balance and she began to sway wildly on the end of her ropes. Stepping behind her, the big man reached round her waist and pulled her backwards onto his rigid prick. Within a matter of seconds he was driving it into her arsehole in a series of short, stabbing movements of his hips.

The pain was intense. Her nerve endings were ablaze, and Tina began to scream again. The effort to escape lifted her into the air, but he seized her around the hips and forced her down hard onto him, until the full length of his prick was buried inside her. The camera lens continued to record her suffering with accurate indifference.

He paused, and her screaming slowed to a tremulous, whipped dog, whimpering, but only for a moment. With his cock secure inside her, he leant back slightly, lifting her with him. The ropes around her ankles had the effect of spreading her legs still wider. Her cunt became deliciously vulnerable.

It looked red and raw in the dark surround of her pubic hair, and it made an open, irresistible target. This time it was Snake that stepped forward to take advantage of her. Angling his long cock up between her thighs, he slid it deep into her ravaged cunt in one quick thrust. Her mouth opened to scream but all that came out of it was one long, agonised gasp of pain and despair.

The bearded one held her secure, and the two of them began to fuck into her with renewed savagery. It was like riding a seesaw; one going up as the other came down. Their hands were all over her body like a rash. They made her look, and feel, like the helpless filling in a slender fuck sandwich. And then came the pain, oh god the pain. As they fucked her, Tina’s screaming filled the room, and it seemed to go on forever.

            Her dark eyes widened still further. Tina could only stare at the other three, standing in a semi-circle around her, watching her suffering with interest as they waited their turn on the seesaw. They realised that her rape had moved up to another level altogether. Her eyes locked onto the dark one’s eyes, and stayed there. There was a look of something there. Maybe it was concern, just maybe. She needed something to hang onto if she was going to survive this, and tonight he was it.

Her body swayed slightly back and forth on the end of her ropes as they humped into her. The sounds that escaped from her mouth now were more animal than human. The rhythmic swaying of her body, her huge, scared eyes, her whimpering mouth and her arms reaching up towards the ceiling made a disturbing tableau.

She almost seemed to be granting them absolution for the obscenities they were visiting on her. The final few minutes was a mad, crazy free for all as the pair of them savaged her, as they tried to wring every last ounce of satisfaction from her torment. When their orgasms arrived, they came crashing over them in waves.

And the instant they were finished with her, two more stepped forward to take their place. The mechanic forced his way into her arsehole whilst the accountant did the same to her cunt. And all the time Tina continued to stare at the dark one. He was her only hope now. She daren’t use her voice, but her eyes were screaming out to him.

            “Help me!” They were saying, “for god’s sake help me.”

All he could do was stare back at her, though he did smile once. The briefest of smiles when he thought no one was watching him. The second pair took ten minutes to fuck her to orgasm, and once more the two of them timed their ejaculations to coincide with each other. The accountant bit her again as he climaxed, on the shoulder this time, and when they slid out of her they left her body hanging limply on the end of her ropes. All her strength was gone, her mind was teetering on the brink of insanity.

            The dark one took her last of all, but he took her from the front. He took her swiftly, almost tenderly, and as he came inside her he leant forward and whispered into her ear.

            “I’m so sorry,” he said; making it seem as though he was chewing her ear lobe as he did so. It was too much; Tina was close to breaking point, in body as well as in mind, only still they hadn’t finished with her.

She felt something long and hard being driven into her fiery arse, filling it completely. The accountant stepped in front of her and showed her a vibrator. Only this was like no vibrator that Tina had ever seen before. It was huge, with an evil looking attachment. He forced it into her cunt, laying the attachment tight against her clit and taping them both into position with a long strip of sticking plaster that ran from her navel, down between her legs and halfway up her back. There was no way these bastards were going to work loose. They were deep inside her body, and there they would stay.

            The bearded one was holding some sort of a device. It looked like the remote control for an advanced Television. He watched her as he turned it over and over in his hand, gauging her reactions. Her eyes followed his thumb as it moved across the buttons and, deep inside her, Tina felt the two vibrators hum slowly into life. The remote device controlled both their speed and their power, and as the attachment began to stimulate her clit, Tina felt her body begin to twitch spasmodically on the end of its ropes.

She could feel her stomach muscles alternately tensing and relaxing as he teased her twitching body slowly towards her inevitable climax. He took a long time about it, but when she finally came, her head jerked back sharply and her whole body bucked and writhed on her ropes like a marionette. She seemed to be dancing on an unseen lover’s cock buried deep inside her.

            They allowed her to dance that way for as long as she was able, and when the orgasm finally died, they let her hang, body trembling, on her ropes while they had a cup of coffee and discussed the obvious efficacy of the injection.

They even went so far as to fetch the sofa in from the bedroom so they could sit back and watch her torment in relative comfort. The physical side of their night was over. Now it was down to Tina. She had to show them how long she could continue to perform. Her legs could no longer hold her upright and, as her whole weight came onto her arms, she thought her shoulders were going to tear out of their sockets.

A few minutes later it was the mechanic who picked up the remote and asked her to dance for them again. For the first time, without realising it, Tina began to talk to them, though her words were short and simple.

            “No,” she was whispering, “please no more. No more.  Leave me alone, I can’t take any more.”

But their response to her whispered pleas was always the same - laughter. The remote control would be passed along the line Deep inside her body, Tina would feel the vibrators hum into life and once more she would twitch and tremble on the end of her ropes. Oh, and how she danced for them that night.

Her slim body squirming and writhing to the twin tunes of orgasmic desire the vibrators were playing inside her. Again and again she danced her way to a shrill and shattering climax and, eventually into unconsciousness. As she did so the five men masturbated openly in front of her and decorated her body with their copious seed.

The bearded one had one last trick to play for the camera. It was the only truly faked scene in the entire four hours of video footage, but it was one of the most effective.

Sperm was everywhere, it was a simple task to collect enough to fill a small open-ended hypo, squirt it into each of her eyes, and watch as it trickled away down each side of her once pretty face. The effect was quite startling, Tina Featherstone was no longer crying tears; she was crying her rapists’ sperm. It was a shot that was repeated several times.

An hour later her eyes were still open, but only the dark one noticed that they were empty now. Tina Featherstone had gone away some time earlier; her mind had switched itself off. Her mind perhaps, but her body carried on dancing even after they’d undone the ropes and let her crumple to the floor in a tangled, trembling heap of arms and legs.

The vibrators they left in situ. The remote they switched to automatic, and finally they walked away, leaving her body twitching crudely across the cellar floor. Every fifteen minutes or so the vibrators would hum quietly into life and Tina would begin to crawl helplessly across the floor once more. Driven remorselessly by the primeval power of the sexual urges that flooded her body.

Only Tina was dancing on her own now, dancing in the darkness of her nightmare with only the cameras to keep her company and record her suffering. As always it was the flat, emotionless voice that had the last word.

“And there you have it, Tina’s new job. That’s what she’s been doing every day since she came to work for us, that or something similar. You should be proud of her; she’s very popular with her work colleagues as you’ll have noticed. I think she’s going to be a film star of rare quality.

Personally I rate her as one of the best fucks I’ve had for a long time. In the top three or four of my all time list. But I’m afraid that means we’ll be keeping her a little longer, in fact she might not be coming home at all. There’s always a market somewhere in the world for a talented little cunt like her. In the end she really will get to like it. In fact I’d go so far as to say that Tina will soon reach the stage where she can’t survive without being fucked several times a day. That’s another side effect of the drugs she was testing for us by the way.”

That final observation was a lie, designed to twist the knife deeper into a wound already raw and painful. The market for a cunt that actually demands to be fucked is a surprisingly narrow one, unless the cunt in question is exceptionally young and pretty. Girls like that are used mostly as novelty items at private parties. Only even there the novelty tends to run a little thin after the first couple of hours.

The better money is always made from the girls who don’t want to be fucked. The ones who resent being used for the savage sexual entertainment of the rich and famous, and will often fight tooth and nail to preserve their dignity. They’re the ones the punters really enjoy. The ones that have to be hunted down in packs; the ones that need to be knocked about a bit before they can finally be dragged to the floor and gang-raped where they fall. The ones that scream as loudly as the tenth cock powers into them as they did for the first. Cunts with talents such as those are worth their weight in gold.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, they’re particularly popular at ‘ladies only’ nights. The screaming always seems so much more intense on such occasions, and the videos sell in five times the usual number. There’s a particularly intense emotion involved when a young female is raped by members of her own sex, her pain seems sharper somehow, her screams more shrill. A woman understands her own sexual organs so much better than a man. She knows what really hurts, and the opportunity to use that knowledge to cause pain and suffering to one of her own sex will often bring out the worst in a surprising number of women.

Back on Walpole Road, the front doorbell rang. Mrs. Featherstone answered it with a strangely empty look in her eyes that mirrored the one she’d seen in her daughter’s face a moment earlier. It was the police, running late as usual. There were two of them.

“I suppose you must be Mason?” She snapped, “you took your time getting here didn’t you?”

“Sorry,” he said, “something came up. We were delayed.”

They followed her through to the front room. The TV was still on, they’d timed it perfectly. Tina was writhing on her back on the cellar floor where they’d left her five days ago, moaning loudly like a whore in heat. Her hips were lifting higher and higher as the twin vibrators worked their magic on her and she came again, and again.

“Is this the video you were talking about?” Said Mason, the question deliberately obtuse. He looked at the screen first and then at her parents.

“And that’s your daughter?” He asked, indicating the television. “Are you absolutely sure that’s your daughter, Tina Featherstone?”

Neither of them spoke, but they nodded almost in unison.

“Well maybe we’d better have a look at this tape, and the envelope it came in.” He looked at her sharply. “You haven’t thrown it away have you?”

Tina’s mother looked at them. Neither of them really looked like policemen. Slightly too old somehow, and she’d never really trusted men with beards. Especially big men with dark beards, cut short and fading to grey at the outer edges.

“Can I see your warrant cards?” She said out of the blue. They looked startled, even her husband turned and looked at her, the first time he’d dragged his eyes away from the screen for an hour at least. They didn’t make a fuss though, suspicion came with the job, and the cards were genuine enough. She looked at them and shrugged apologetically.

“Sorry,” she said, “but I had to be sure. It’s our daughter you see.”

Mason glanced back at the screen. Tina was lying quietly now; it would be another ten minutes before she began that palsied trembling again. He could hardly wait. Watching his bitches dance to his demands made him almost as hard as listening to the cunts scream.

           

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Chapter 8. 

 

 

 

Several times in the hours that followed Tina vaguely remembered waking and clawing frantically between her legs in a vain effort to stop the persistent orgasms that were pulsing relentlessly inside her. But somehow she could never quite reach the source of her discomfort and the insane idea took root in her mind that her cunt had been sealed up and was refusing her access.

            Later still she dreamt that the dark one came to her during the night. He touched her between her legs; miraculously opening her up again. Giving her relief at last from the palsied trembling of her afflicted body. Was the shared shower also a dream? When he held her in his arms and washed her down in the warm soapy water. Exploring the most intimate crevices of her body with his gentle, probing fingers as he did so. It was hard for her to be sure, but when she finally woke she was lying alone in her made bed, her naked body clean and perfumed.

            Yes, the whole experience might have been a dream were it not for the angry rope burns that marked her wrists and ankles. The angry, red criss-cross of welts left by the whip on her belly, and the intense pain in her shoulders where they’d hung her from the ceiling like a piece of meat for all those long hours.

Tina sat up, swung her long legs over the edge of the bed and climbed uncertainly to her feet. For a moment she held on to the end of the bed until her sense of balance returned. Slowly she walked towards the door, heading for the bathroom. Long before she got there she knew for sure that it hadn’t been a dream, not even a bad one. It had all been very real.

            The watery remains of their sperm came running steadily down her legs. Even the dark one hadn’t been able to do anything about that. The worst thing was not knowing which of her holes it was leaking from, both of them probably. During that walk she looked down at her feet for the first time, at the rope burns on her ankles that matched the ones around her wrists. The sight that greeted her when she stared into the mirror for the first time took her breath away.

The swollen lips, the dark rings beneath even darker eyes. Both were set into a face clearly marked with the sign of the whip she’d heard and felt, but never really seen. Her eyes followed the marks down and across her body. They covered her breasts and her belly, her pussy mound and her thighs. Marks that stung every time she moved despite the soothing ointment that someone had rubbed into them. It could only have been him, the dark one.

They’d branded her with that whip. Some of the marks would never leave her skin, and every one of them would remain locked inside her mind for the rest of her life, unnoticed by everyone except her. The whip had served its purpose well. It had cut Tina Featherstone to her very soul and now it identified her as being their personal property. Tina the fuck toy, the little whore they kept in the cellar to be used whenever the need in them grew too strong to resist.

As she began to wash, her mind kept drifting back to the dream that might have been. The dream of the dark one as he tended to her needs before taking her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He’d sat there beside her for some time, holding her hand until she finally slept. Had it been a dream then, or was it merely wishful thinking on her part? Tina wasn’t sure, but she could tell that the apartment had been tidied, the coffee cups washed, dried and put back in the cupboard. The sofa was back in its place in the main room, and the ropes no longer hung down from the hooks in the ceiling. She couldn’t remember doing any of that herself, and felt sure it had been done for her.

The persistent trickle of watery cum had reached her knees and was beginning to annoy her. She wiped herself clean before sitting on the toilet and straining to squeeze as much of their filth out of her as she could manage. She had a pee while she was there and wiped herself clean again before angrily flushing the waste away in the toilet.

“Bastards,” she spat at the nearest camera. “You’re just a set of fuckin’ bastards.”

Her mood was swinging crazily from one extreme to the other, from hope to despair, from fear to anger, from survival to suicide. Tina didn’t realise it yet but it was the effects of the drugs they’d injected into her that was causing this insane roller coaster of emotion. The near lethal combination of chemicals and sheer physical exhaustion had taking their inevitable toll. 

The mirror was too painful for Tina to look into for long. She was scared, and ashamed, of what she could see there and turned away quickly, heading for the kitchen. There she switched on the kettle and searched the fridge for something to eat. In the control room, Snake smiled to himself, she learnt quickly this one, taking her chances to eat and drink whenever they arose, and this seemed to be one of those rare occasions.

Coffee and scrambled eggs was her choice, the first to keep her alert and maybe fight the insidious effect of the drug, traces of which were still circulating in her bloodstream. The second should get some much-needed protein into her body. She knew that she had to stay strong if she was going to survive and, at this point, it was still survival that she had on her mind rather than suicide.

The plate and the pan were washed up, dried and put away before she poured herself a glass of fresh orange and wandered off for a closer examination of the rooms. For the first time she found herself coming to terms with her nakedness, even though she knew that her every move was probably being monitored and recorded for posterity – and maybe for sale on the porn market - by her captors.

This strange sense of peace allowed her the opportunity to think her situation through logically for the first time. Now that she had the chance to think about it, she felt certain that the dark one had lied to her when he said she’d be going home in a matter of days. Everything they’d done to her so far had been professional, but right from the start they made no attempt to disguise themselves.

It didn’t add up. She’d seen them clearly and could identify every one of them. With knowledge like that they daren’t let her go. That could never have been a part of their scheme, so what was their true intent?

What did they have in store for her when they got bored fucking her and began the search for a new toy, as they surely would? Long before her inevitable pregnancy began to show in her stretched and swollen belly. The brutal truth was that she probably had no more than a month to live, and that only if she was lucky, if she could give them enough reason to keep her alive. If she couldn’t do that, it would be a matter of weeks, two at the most, and then what?

They left Tina alone in the cellar for a couple of days with only her thoughts for company. It allowed many of her visible injuries to heal and her imagination to run riot.

The next time they came for her, there was only two of them, the accountant and the mechanic. They came mainly to administer the injection; the fucking that followed seemed almost an afterthought on their part. It was swift and brutal, but at least it was over fairly quickly. It seemed to be a matter of ‘Seeing as we’re here, we might as well shag you, just to remind you why you’re here.’

Actually the decision about Tina’s immediate future had been taken right after the videotaping of her punishment rape. They were going to keep her a little longer. She’d put on a good performance; one of the best girls they’d had down here so far, and there’d been a dozen or so of them. But she still had much to learn. Her training would intensify, and continue for another couple of weeks. Then, if everything went according to plan, she’d be moved on down the line. Moved where was probably out of their hands.

Wherever she ended up, it was highly unlikely that Tina would ever have the chance to walk down Walpole Road again, not in this lifetime anyway. Of the eight girls who’d actually survived training not one of them had ever been heard of again. It was the younger ones who couldn’t take the punishment. Either they were too delicate, or the training was too severe. Only the bearded one knew their present whereabouts, or how long it had actually taken them to die.

Tina’s details went out on the Internet that same night. The stills were first rate, ten of them, crystal clear even down to the pin-sharp close ups of her open cunt and the sperm trickling out of her eyes. The short movie featured Tina as she was strung from the ceiling and double-teamed for the first time. All in all it was a nicely constructed package that showed off her sexuality in all its glory. It should result in a better than average price for Tina Featherstone.

Around the world that night wealthy and influential men logged on at different times as night crept its furtive way around the planet. They looked closely at the pictures and carefully checked out her credentials, her age, vital statistics and lack of previous sexual experience. Many of the potential bidders were masturbating by the time they got to the movie sample, and by morning the first bids had already been logged.

They looked promising. The auction for Tina Featherstone was under way. In two weeks time she’d be handed over to her new owner, and her replacement moved in to the suite of rooms beneath the big house. The circle of life and death would begin all over again.

 

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