This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: Saturday, 21 June 1997

Austin casually approached the door of the shed, reached out, and took the padlock in his hand. Speaking loudly enough to be heard from inside, he stated "Cindy Graymont lives here. In this shed." He spun the combination on the padlock with a practiced hand, and opened it. "And now you'll see her!" he declared, taking the lock out of the holes. He quickly pulled the door open, swung it wide, glanced inside, smirked, and politely yielded his place. His younger brother, Dallas, peeked into the shed from the side, careful not to get in the way, and also smirked.

Their guests stepped up to the doorway. They saw Cindy, that's for sure, and judging from their sudden smiles, they liked what they saw.

About half an hour earlier, with the sun just peeking over the horizon at them, the two brothers climbed a barbed-wire fence and ran to the nearby shed, grinning eagerly, flush with anticipation. They looked forward to a long, long day. A very fun day, for almost everyone involved, if everything went as planned.

Austin spun the combination on the padlock with a practiced hand, opened it, and quickly swung the door open. "Get up!" he barked as he entered the converted tool shed. His brother followed closely behind him. The two boys moved to opposite ends of the bed and yanked the covers off it, revealing a girl in a pale lavender nightie, just coming awake, but already cowering in fear. "Get up!" he repeated, grabbing her roughly by her arm and pulling her off the bed. He threw the blanket on the floor by the wall, and slapped the pillow off to the other side, leaving the bed with only sheets.

"Get your arms up!" Dallas demanded.

The girl meekly began to raise her arms. She whimpered when the two boys impatiently grabbed her elbows and pulled her arms high. She squirmed and squealed when their other hands lifted her nightie until it covered her face and then carelessly jerked it higher, past her face, along her arms, and off of her completely, dropping it inside-out on the floor by the bed. For an instant, she was ashamed of being bare-chested. Two hands twisted her arms down to join behind her neck, as their other two hands pushed her panties down on both sides, to her knees. Her panties dropped to her ankles.

"Step out!" Austin demanded, twisting her arm down behind her shoulder.

With a squeal, she complied. Austin kicked the panties under the bed. Twenty seconds after waking, she stood stark naked between the two boys, but she showed no surprise at it, and her weak murmurs of protest barely counted as resistance.

"Get on the bed!" Austin continued. "On your knees, facing the wall!" The boys released her wrists.

She turned away, all too willingly hiding her front from them, but before she could raise a foot, the boys grabbed the bedframe and pulled the entire bed away from the wall, to the center of the shed that had served as her bedroom 'temporarily' for the last couple of months. She climbed onto the bed and stood on her knees, squirming as far away from them as she thought she could get away with.

"Back up so your feet are off this side of the bed," Austin corrected her, to her dismay. "Now bend over, all the way, so your face is on the sheets by the other edge of the bed."

"Get your knees apart!" Dallas ordered, pulling on her ankle. "And get your feet even further apart! That's good enough, now get your hands back where they were, behind your neck." He grinned as the submissive girl obeyed him with only a low moan of despair. She knew what she was showing, and she hated it, and he loved that.

"Now we're going away for awhile, but you're going to stay that way, just like that, until we come back," Austin dictated icily. "Aren't you, Cindy?"

"Yes," the girl tearfully answered, struggling to keep from openly crying.

"We're going to come back real quiet and open the door real fast, and if you aren't exactly that way when we do, well, let's just say we'll make you wish you were. Got that? You know what you'll get if you don't. Right, Cindy?"

"Yes," Cindy repeated. She didn't dare disobey them, and they knew it.

"Should I give you a reminder?" he asked casually, just to hear her reply.

"No! NNnooo!" she screamed. "Naaawwwwhh!!"

"When we open the door, where will your knees be? And where will your feet be, and your hands, and your face?" Austin pressed.

"Here," Cindy whimpered, "just like thiiis. Just don't... I'll do what you saaaid!" It was all she could do to keep from crying, as the strain in her voice proved.

"Good! You better. Now, here's what you're going to say when we get back..." Austin began, insisting that the subdued girl repeat the instructions to prove she understood.

By the time he finished, she was crying, thus proving that she understood perfectly.

So that's how their guests saw her when Austin swung the door open: her knees on the bed but spread wide apart, her feet even wider, just past the near edge of the bed, her face on the sheets by the far edge of the bed, her hands behind her neck. And completely naked, with her pussy fully and lewdly exposed to all, the instant the door opened.

The boys waited for their guests to enter the shed and claim whatever place they wanted, then followed them in. The former tool shed didn't make a large bedroom, but to serve a farm, it had to be a large shed, so it provided enough room for them all. "We're back, Cindy," Austin told her.

"And we brought some friends," Dallas teased, though it was obvious from all the murmuring and whispering that they weren't alone.

Cindy whined, ashamed of what she knew all of their 'friends' were seeing, but she dared not move until Austin or Dallas let her.

"Tell them who you are," Austin prompted.

Cindy meekly said what he had earlier told her she had to say. "I'm Cindy Michelle Graymont."

"Louder," came a deeper voice she didn't recognise.

"Louder," Austin repeated louder, threateningly. "All of it louder."

She turned her head a little so she wasn't murmuring into the mattress. "I'm... I'm Ci...," she squealed, her voice cracking. "I'm Cindy Michelle Graaaaymont," she finally forced out, and sniffed, clearly on the verge of crying.

"Tell them how old you are."

"Ei.. I'm... eight years old."

"And where do you go to school?"

"I go to Jefferson Elementary School in Chenoa. I'm in second grade," she added, off script.

Though she was technically between grades two and three for the summer, Austin decided he liked the ad-lib, and let it pass. "Tell them what you are!"

Choking with shame, Cindy gave the answer he had coached her to say. "I'm a little... uhhh... a little sextoy. For anyone to play with."

"We left you here half an hour ago. Have you been like that the whole time?" Dallas asked.

"Yes," Cindy whimpered.

"Don't just say 'yes'!" he scolded. "Tell us how you were, and how long. Then tell us why," he ordered.

"I've been like this for half an hour," Cindy answered, trying to remember to speak louder. "Because I know what I'd get if I di... didn't," she stammered, "if I moved."

"Now say what's going to happen to you!" Austin smirked.

Whimpering in terror, Cindy squeaked out her answer, "I'm going to get what I deserve. I'm going to be t- tied up. I'm going to be raaa... uhhhnnn... raaaped."

"She can say that again!" someone murmured to himself, as another one quietly observed, "Understatement of the year."

Cindy started bawling, no longer even trying to suppress it. She'd been softly crying the whole time they were away, and on the verge of bawling ever since they came back. "Aaahnn, auuhhhhnn," she gave up trying to hold it back, and sobbed, choking, "uhhhgh uhhhn uuuwwhhnn." She knew they were going to do terrible things to her the rest of the day, whoever the 'friends' were, and all she could do was try to get the lesser of two terrors. Or the least terrible of the many possible terrors.

"Say it again," Austin commanded mercilessly. "Loud and clear."

"I'm gonna be raaaaaaaaped!" the miserable girl squealed, and then in a louder wail of helpless outrage, "I'm gonnnna be rrraaaaaped!" She repeated it a third time, "I'm gonna be raaaped!" She followed with more unrestrained bawling, "Uuuhaawww! UUhhhhawwwh! Yuuuhhauuuww!"

"And...?" Austin prompted, after letting her cry awhile.

"And you can all waaatch me gehht raaaped," Cindy sobbed, ashamed.

"Have you ever been raped before today?" he asked, a question he hadn't provided an answer for in the rehearsal.

"No," Cindy cried.

"Don't just say 'no'! You know what kind of answer to give. If you don't, I might have to remind you," Austin warned.

"No!" she repeated, adding "I- I've never been raped. Buh- before today."

A whisper: "And she's eight??" Another: "We'll fix that!" A third: "Only sorry we didn't get here sooner!"

"Tell them what you're going to do!" Austin demanded.

"I'm going to go where I'm told to go," Cindy sobbed out the required answer, then coughed until she got her breath. "I'm going to do what I'm told to do," she finished.

"And now I'm going to remind her what she'll get if she doesn't!" Austin declared with obvious delight.

"No! No!! Donnnnn't!!" Cindy screamed desperately, frantically trying to get in her protest before it was too late. She still didn't know who he was talking to. "I know what I'll get if I don't! Ohhh please dAAAAAAAAUUUWWwwww!!" She shrieked as Austin brought a narrow willow switch down on her upraised bare cheeks as hard as he could swing it. "AAaaaaughhh!" she wailed. "Ohhh please, please," she begged, "I knowwwww what IIAAAUUWWwwiiiiee!!" His second stroke struck hard across her pussy lips, exactly as he had planned. "I know I know I knAAAAUUUUUWWWWWHHH!!" she screamed, loud enough for everyone's satisfaction, when the third stroke landed straight down the middle of her pussy. "Auwwwwghhgh Auuwwwhch Aauuwwwgh!" she sobbed, choking. She squirmed her legs, but Cindy kept herself spread wide, her pussy an easy target for her neighbor, knowing from past experience that attempting to escape him would only make it worse, especially with several of his friends there to help control her. "Plleeeaase, I knowwww what I'll gehhhhhht!" she wailed miserably. "OHhhh plleeeeaasse!!"

Austin chuckled, "I know she knows what she'll get, I'm just reminding her anyway!" But he didn't want to do too much spanking there, before they took her anywhere, so he stopped.

"Loved her reaction," the deeper voice commented, "and you're good with that thing." Other murmurs voiced their apparent agreement and appreciation of his skill.

"Thanks, I've had a month or so to practice on her," Austin laughed, his ego soaking it up.

"I'm just as good!" Dallas boasted, upset at being overlooked. "Let me show you!" he demanded, trying to take the switch from his brother.

"Don't worry, ya'll get yer chance ta show us what ya can do real soon," another deep voice assured him, "an' Ah'll be the judge of how good ya are!"

A second later, Cindy sobbed, "Nnnnnooo!"

"Did you guys get all that?" a different voice asked, followed by more murmurs of agreement.

Austin leaned over the bed, pulling on Cindy's wrist. "Okay, get up," he ordered. "Stand facing us. Keep your hands behind your neck."

Still steadily sobbing and gasping, Cindy straightened, turned, and slid off of the bed. She finally saw who the 'friends' were: four men, two of them running video cameras aimed at her, and two others with large still cameras. They were all smiling, but none of them looked friendly, and they had all just stood there watching what Austin had done to her, letting him do it, so she didn't expect any of them to come to her rescue. She stood before them with tears streaming down her face, and put her hands back behind her neck, letting them all see her naked, letting them all see her obeying Austin's every demand.

"Get your legs apart," Dallas barked angrily, like she shouldn't have made him say it.

She obediently spread her legs, demonstrating her complete submission to the other boy as well. She knew what she would get if she didn't do what she was told to do, even without the stinging pain in her tenderest places from Austin's latest reminder. She stood facing the four men and the two boys and the four cameras, bawling, hanging her head in shame, her lips curled up in misery, her chest shaking as she sobbed.

"Tell them everything again, your name and age, and so on, now that you're facing them," Austin ordered. He prompted her as needed, to be sure she got all the details.

Looking straight into a video camera, Cindy began again, though she could barely talk, and wished she could crawl into a hole and hide, instead of telling them her name. "I'm Cindy Michelle Graymont," she sobbed, adding her age and where she went to school, finishing up "I'm... I'm a auuuww... I'm a little sehhhx... toyyy. I'm gonnuh go where I'm told to go. I'm gonnuh do what I'm t... what I'm tolllld to doooo. I'm gonnuh be tied up annn raaaped. You can all waaatch. Um, I've... I've never been raped before today." She closed her eyes as soon as she finished, and stood crying. She realised the message was for everyone who would ever watch the video, not just the four men who were there that day.

"Now get back on the bed, face up, legs toward us," Austin instructed her.

Weakly, Cindy sat down on the bed. She lowered her arms and began to cover her chest.

Dallas shoved her over so she lay on the bed, her knees at the edge. "Face up doesn't mean sitting up, stupid. And keep your hands behind your neck. Don't make me tell you again!" he warned. "And get your legs wide!"

Softly whimpering, Cindy complied, opening her legs until only her heels dangled off the bed and her pussy opened wide in front of all of them. The still cameras clicked, the lights on the video cameras blinked, and the subject of their attention trembled, ashamed at exposing herself, but too afraid to utter even a word of protest. She cried as the men took all the pictures of her they wanted.

"Your turn now, Dallas," Austin granted. "Let 'er have it good."

Cindy lifted her head as the older boy passed the willow switch to the younger. "Nooohh!" she begged, "nnnnnohhh! Pllleeeease noooohh..."

With a delighted grin, Dallas raised the switch high over his head. As the boy began to bring the switch down, Cindy flinched in anticipation, her knees pulling inward slightly. He cracked it down full force on her waiting pussy lips, angling across to hit both.

"GhaaaAAAAUUUUuuuwwww!!" Cindy sobbed in a full-throated scream. "AAAaaghh! Don't! Don't! I'm doing what you waaaaahhhnnt!" she pleaded.

"Exactly what we want!" one man observed, whispering in Austin's ear. The men with the video cameras chuckled appreciatively, but made no other comment.

"YAAaaauuuwwww!!" she shrieked miserably, when Dallas struck again, crossing her tender pussy lips the opposite direction. "OOOhhhh pleaaase donnn't! UUhhaaawww!" Her hands left her neck of their own will, reaching to protect her pussy. The torment was beyond her ability to endure.

"That's it," Austin declared. "You can't keep your hands away. We have to tie your wrists to the bed."

"Nooooo," Cindy moaned. "Noo! I will, I will! Please, I wiiillll! See!? My hands are ba- back- where you said! Pleaaase!"

Ignoring her desperate whining, Austin and Dallas circled around to the far side of the bed and lifted cords that were already tied to the bedframe. Each taking one of her wrists and forcing her arms out straight toward the ends of the bed, they slipped loops on the ends of the cords over her hands and yanked them tight around her wrists.

"I see they're already the perfect length for that," one of the men noted with amusement.

"Uh huh," Austin grinned, stepping back.

"We didn't always have help," Dallas explained, "at first."

Cindy tried to raise her arms, but could barely bend her elbows before the cords stretched taut. "Uuhhn! Uuuhhnn! Uuuhhhnnn!!" she whimpered, then lowered her arms, knowing the futility of pulling on the cords. Laying her head back on the bed, she closed her eyes and bawled, but otherwise kept still.

"Start over," Austin decided, "and if she can't keep her legs spread wide, we'll do the same with her ankles." He didn't sound like he'd be very disappointed by it.

Dallas eagerly resumed whipping Cindy's vulnerable pussy slit. The men continued filming.

"AAAAaaaaawwwwww!" she bawled, as he repeated the first angled stroke across her pussy. She barely kept her legs spread wide when the switch struck her, though unable to control her reflexive jerking and contortions as she wailed. None of her audience objected at all; rather, they grinned. Only the terror at what they would do to her if she tried it kept her from curling up to protect her tender places from further abuse. She believed their promise of tying her ankles, and knew that wouldn't be all they'd do.

He repeated the second angled stroke, eliciting another anguished scream, and complemented them with another blow, straight down the middle as Austin had done to her earlier. Dallas had better access, so he could hit harder, and gave it his utmost. Contrary to his boast, though, his aim was off, so the switch glanced off one pussy lip before striking the target. Purely by accident, he caused twice the pain he'd intended.

"UUUHHhhhAAAAAWWWWww!! Huhh- uuhhgh- AAAUUUHHHUUuawww!!" Cindy howled, gasped, and howled some more. She lay there naked and submissive before them all, their plaything, keeping her pussy spread wide for them, choking and bawling miserably.

"That was great, boys," a man complimented them warmly, interrupting Dallas in case he meant to continue, "but we have a lot more to do today. Let's go."

Dallas set aside the willow switch and moved to untie Cindy's wrists from the bed. She sat up, sobbing and covering her pussy protectively, but very gingerly. Angrily, he gripped her wrist and firmly pushed her arm up by her head, growling a warning. He lowered his hand only when hers were again both behind her neck.

"Now get outside," Austin commanded, stepping aside to give her a path.

Cindy stood, and stepped out the door of the shed, completely naked in the open daylight of an early saturday morning, her hands still behind her neck. Her six tormentors emerged from the shed and surrounded her, Austin in the lead. "Ya aren't half bad, but Ah'll give ya some tips, later," one man quietly promised Dallas, on their way out of the shed.

"Follow me," Austin told her. "And you know what you'll get if you don't keep up."

"Not just yet," the deep-voiced man said. "Get your arms behind your back," he ordered, addressing Cindy.

After a glance at Dallas, who didn't contradict the order, Cindy stopped and stood, meekly putting her arms behind her. The men with the video cameras kept recording. The man who had made the demand pulled a strong white nylon cord from his pocket, held Cindy's wrists crossed, and looped the cord around them. He wrapped the cord crossways to form an x, pulling it tightly so it would pinch her no matter which way her arms moved, then he shifted to the third direction, to cross both loops. He yanked the cord tight, making the sobbing girl whimper. After two more yanks and two more wraps, he tied it off.

He pulled out another long length of cord and tied it into a slipknot around her, just above her waist. He pulled it tight enough to sink deeply into her soft skin, then pulled the two loose ends down in front. He pushed them between her legs, caught them with his other hand, then moved behind her. He pulled them opposite ways across the knot between her wrists, then yanked down, hard.

"YYyyyyaaaaawwwhhhh! EEEAAaaaawwww!" Cindy shrieked as the thin cords pulled into her pussy, one on either side of her clitty, and slid through little by little as the man continued yanking it tighter. When he finally stopped, she arched her back to lower her wrists slightly, relieving the cutting agony in her pussy the only way she could.

He'd been waiting, expecting that, and immediately yanked the cords again, taking up all the slack she had made. He quickly crossed the cords around her wrists and tied them off, ensuring they would stay as tight as he had them.

"AAaawch aauwwuuuhhw!" Cindy choked and gasped, unable to draw breath enough to scream again. Thanks to Cindy's unintended assistance, even the slightest straightening of her back made the pain in her pussy excruciating. Even her breathing, no matter how careful she was, caused waves of intense agony in her pussy as it raised her wrists and tightened the cords. Panting very short breaths and whimpering continuously, she looked at the man. "Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Aauh! Aaww! AAAaauuuuwwwwwhhyyy!?" she wailed.

The smug look of satisfaction he gave her told her that he knew and intended absolutely everything she was feeling, and loved that she was in such torment.

Looking around at the rest of the men beaming in sheer delight, Cindy despaired, realising that they were just like Austin and Dallas: they also loved seeing someone hurt her, or doing it themselves. She finally realised they were going to hurt her all day just for the fun of it. She lost hope, knowing there wouldn't be any 'lesser' terrors. She could only hope for the day to end, but it was only half an hour after dawn. The new pain would keep growing worse as the day went on, and besides the torment, the way he had tied her made her completely helpless. She couldn't cover herself now even if she dared to try.

"Now!" the man growled. "Get moving! Follow him!"

Austin set off at a brisk pace, and Cindy meekly followed. Dallas and the men kept her surrounded. He headed toward the corner of her farm, where they crossed the barbed-wire fences into the wooded parcel with a path that led to his farm. They only followed the path halfway, then crossed the fence into a different field.

Cindy sobbed incessantly during the whole long, painful, and terrifying walk. Every step she took, every motion of her legs or arms, pulled on the cords cruelly pinching her clitty, making them rub and pull. Even so, she had to half-run to keep up, despite knowing that she was hurrying to get raped, because she feared that if she paused even for an instant to try to ease the pain in her pussy, she'd get a brutal whipping on her bare bottom and on her pussy, with the cords still in place. Whenever they turned, or climbed a fence, she saw another long farm field she would have to cross, enduring unbearable torment all the way. She didn't even know where they were taking her, she just knew she had to 'go where she was told to go' no matter where that was or how far away, or what they were going to do to her there.

At long last, Austin led her into a field full of old abandoned farm machinery: tractors, plows, discs, seeders, harvesters, temporary wire-mesh corn cribs, balers, wagons, and more. Every type of junk that ever wore out on a farm sat there gradually returning to nature, all of it old, rusty, and completely useless for any farming-related purposes.

The men declared the field perfect for their purposes. The scrap machinery provided every angle, height, thickness, or distance they could possibly need (they had brought all their own cords and devices), and from the undisturbed weeds they could tell they would have the field all to themselves for as long as they wanted. The men kept busy with the video cameras and the still cameras, all day long. They had a field day with Cindy.

BR&T date: Wednesday, 25 June 1997

Late in the morning a few days later, Austin and Dallas came over to Cindy's bedroom (shed). Austin pulled open the door and entered, surprising Cindy just a little. He found it amusing to note that a storage shed, including Cindy's bedroom, could only be locked from the outside. He opened an envelope and pulled out a glossy color magazine, showing her the cover and watching her face. "BR&T Magazine" it declared, in large bold letters, with a chilling subtitle "Bondage, Rape, & Torture" that made Cindy cringe. Beneath both, in smaller print, the magazine's slogan declared, "Sweet Little Fuckrags Get What They Deserve ®"

Another girl, stark naked and cruelly bound, occupied most of the cover. He pulled it away before she could read the teaser lines at the bottom that proclaimed "Marie Rides the Torture Horse For Your Enjoyment!" and more importantly, in smaller print, "Plus: Introducing Our Newest Little Fucktoy, Cindy Graymont!"

"Look, Cindy! You're a Brat Girl now!" Austin crowed. "Hundreds, at least, maybe thousands of guys have already seen this!" he teased, flipping open the magazine to a four-page feature near the end, and holding it out to show her. The first picture on the top of the first page showed a girl naked on her bed, her face on the sheets, her hands behind her neck, her knees on the bed but spread apart, her feet even wider, and her pussy lewdly exposed. "Read the caption!" Austin demanded eagerly, holding the page under her nose.

"Out loud!" Dallas emphasized.

Cindy found the words under the picture and sullenly began to read them aloud. "This was our first sight of Cindy Michelle Graymont, so we made it your first sight of her, too. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did."

"They know who you are now!" Dallas laughed. "Everyone does!"

"And they know what you look like! Every single part of you," Austin added smugly, pointing out another picture down the page. Cindy had never seen a picture that large showing nothing but a girl's pussy, before. There was no doubt the girl in that picture was also her, since a small glimpse of sheets matched the design on her bed, and a slight reddish streak across the lips showed where Austin had given her a 'reminder' as the men watched.

The rest of the pictures on the following three pages of introduction showed Cindy standing naked in her bedroom with her legs apart and her hands behind her neck, then laying on her bed with her wrists tied, then a close-up of her tear-streaked face obviously taken during a particularly loud and anguished shriek (no telling when that was), the next outside with her arms tied behind her back, another walking along a forest path with guys in all directions around her, one of her tied spread wide on a hay wagon in the bright sunshine, and the last one of her getting raped on the back end of an old rusted-out corn sheller. There didn't seem to be anything at all from the afternoon, she noticed with some small relief.

But then Dallas read the part where it offered a six-hour video of her, promising that it showed a lot more than the four pages of sample pictures. Finally, it gave her name and age and school, and told the readers that they could vote for her and vote for whatever they wanted to see done to her next, to get her featured as the star of a new issue and more videos.

Upon hearing BR&T's plans for her, Cindy began sobbing. All anyone would have to do was get the video to see what else the men had done to her and made her do. Probably thousands of guys would want to watch her get raped, exactly as they had forced her to say, Cindy realised. By chance she glanced at the cover again when Dallas closed the magazine, and caught part of the teaser headline. "Is that Marie?" she asked with concern, seeing her best friend's first name. "From Meadows?" The cover only showed the girl from the side, her face turned away, her arms and legs tied far back, supported by some sort of sawhorse thing. Cindy thought it looked rather uncomfortable.

"There are other girls named Marie," Dallas mocked. He flipped through the rest of the magazine, showing Cindy picture after horrific picture, thrilled how she reacted to each new scene as she realised what was happening in it. "See? That's the other Marie, and that's what they're doing to her." He stopped to look at one of them even closer, barely halfway through the magazine. "Holy hell!" he exclaimed. "That's gotta hurt!" Amused, he mused, wondering if he and Austin could afford the equipment to do it to Cindy themselves, or if they would have to wait until the BR&T readers voted to see it done to her. 'That could take months,' he thought, frowning.

Then he had a sudden brainstorm. 'Marie, from Meadows? That rich bitch, in BR&T?' he thought. 'That'd be awesome. I should talk to Darren about the possibility, and see if we can figure something out, have him keep his eyes open for an opportunity.' The hope made him smile. Plus, if it ever happened, he'd be sure to thank Cindy for inspiring the idea.

"Maybe they'll want to see you on the Torture Horse next time, Cindy! Or maybe something even worse," Austin speculated, gesturing at the girl on the cover as he took the magazine from Dallas and carefully put it back into the envelope. "I mean better," he corrected, excited by the thought. He found the shocked and terrified expression on Cindy's face most satisfying.

Then a disturbing thought occurred to him. Had they been recording video as he opened the combination lock? If so, would guys who bought the video be able to figure out the combination? If so, would any of them decide to find Cindy's school, recognise her from the video, follow her home, and use the combination when she was locked in for the night? He couldn't stay there with her all the time, and a new padlock would set him back a buck, he figured. Maybe because of him, he realised with a shock, unless he did something about it, Cindy could get raped repeatedly, all night, every night, by unknown men who knew she wouldn't tell anyone anything. If that happened, he wondered, how cruel would they be to her? Very, he guessed, knowing BR&T readers. The thought worried him. By simple arithmetic, she could get brutally raped in her own bedroom a thousand times in the next year, possibly starting that very night, and no one would ever know who, or even how many, had had her.

He shrugged. It wasn't worth changing the lock to prevent.

Besides, maybe they'd send some pictures and videos to BR&T for everyone else to enjoy, then there wouldn't be any downside to it at all. The nice thing, from his point of view, was that at least the BR&T men would always come to him to get to her. She was gonna get raped over and over for the magazine, thousands of times or more. That was guaranteed, there was no 'maybe' about it, no 'could' to it, just yes, she would. There was nothing she could do about it, and he could see that she knew it. Every reader knew exactly who she was, by name, countless men had already seen her spread naked, tied, and bawling, and getting raped countless times, and a lot of them would want to see her get raped countless more times, in even more interesting ways. Countless men would want to show up and get a piece of her, too, day or night. He got it started and he would be part of it, he thought smugly.

"Meanwhile, stand up. Get your arms high," Dallas commanded, while pulling out his belt.

Cringing, Cindy stood. Slowly, despairingly, she raised her arms. She didn't know what she would get if she did, but she knew what she would get first if she didn't.