Welcome to the opening three chapters of the first story I’ve ever submitted to an erotic site – Abduction No. 1. The number merely relates to the story number, Tina Featherstone wasn’t the first young woman to be taken and used in this way and she won’t be the last. The opportunity is there for further stories in this series. Sequels or prequels, I’m open to any suggestions within certain constraints. I’d also like to hear what you think of my stories.
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This story includes elements not appropriate for some readers, including, but not limited to: strong language and graphic depictions of abduction, bondage and rape.
This story qualifies as pornography, and is not to be read by minors, or by anyone who feels that they might be offended by such content. The author most definitely does not condone the real life perpetration of acts included in this story, unless they are carried out with the full consent of all parties involved.
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Abduction - No. 1.
Chapter 1.
Five men snatched Tina Featherstone off the street in front of her house just after dark one night and nobody saw them do it. They took her so quickly that she didn’t even have time to scream, though she’d have cause enough for that in the nightmare hours and days that were to follow.
It was only a short walk from the bus stop to her house, and despite the darkness she felt safe this close to home. When she turned the corner the house would be there in front of her. Ma would have her tea on the table in a matter of minutes, Pops should be home by seven, and later on she was meeting some friends for a couple of drinks in town. The future looked rosy for Tina Featherstone.
So she was smiling when she came round the corner and walked straight into them. The first punch hit her in the pit of her stomach and left her gasping for breath as they swept her off her feet and through the van’s side door, slamming her down hard on the carpeted floor. Even as the door slid shut behind her the van was on the move, pulling away quickly from the kerb and disappearing into the darkness. From start to finish it took them five short seconds to snatch her, and nobody saw her go.
Inside the van Tina’s struggle for survival had begun, for the first time she tried to scream. As her mouth opened, the gag was pushed into it forcing her jaws painfully wide and reducing her cries to an ineffective whimper. A bag of some loosely woven material was pulled over her head and secured round her neck. Though she was able to breathe she couldn’t see what was going on around her. Yet she fought them as best she could, until powerful hands grasped each of her limbs and stretched her out on her back across the floor of the van.
They sat there quietly for a few moments, catching their breath and gazing down at the helpless girl spread-eagled between them in the half-light.
“There,” said the voice, “she’s ours.”
Tina waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. Apart from the grip on her wrists and ankles they didn’t touch her at all on the journey back home. It wasn’t a part of the game to start touching her yet; it was against the rules. But they were allowed to talk, and in many ways that was worse.
Tina listened in growing terror as, in quiet threatening voices, they explained to her exactly how the rest of her night was going to be spent. A couple of drinks with friends in town wasn’t a part of tonight’s agenda after all. Instead Tina was on her way to a party; in fact Tina was the party. The husky excitement built in their voices as they described the ways in which her tight young body was to be used for their sadistic pleasure. The descriptions got ever more personal and specific the longer the journey went on.
Tina wasn’t a virgin, not technically anyway; but nor was she the whore they were making her out to be. Her sexual experiences before that night had been pretty limited; they could be counted on the fingers of one hand and to be honest none of them had been all that satisfactory. Swift fumbling fucks in the front seat of a car had been about par for the course, and Tina had been disappointed with every one of them. She was a normal healthy young woman, and felt sure that there had to be more too sex than that. But not this. Most of the things these men were describing to her sounded extremely painful, and more than a few of them physically impossible.
Stretched out on the floor between them she was forced to listen to this whispered torrent of filth for what seemed like forever. It was hardly surprising that by the time the van drew to a halt her body was shaking in fear. Bitter tears were flowing beneath the hood, and she’d peed herself at least twice to her knowledge.
She was terrified, and with good reason, but she was also angry.
‘How dare they threaten her with such things? They had to be a bunch of inadequate shits to threaten her with these things they wouldn’t dare try on with their wives or girl friends. Fucking queers every one of them.’
The ball-gag in her mouth actually did her a favour. Tina was a feisty, independent young madam. Despite the dangerous situation she was in she’d have shouted those thoughts out loud if they’d given her half a chance, and probably got a good slapping for her trouble. Instead she was forced to lie back and listen to them. Once she’d calmed down, and before the constant repetition of the words cunt, whore and fuck began to wear her down, she had time to think. One thing in particular disturbed her.
It was the manner in which they’d taken her off the street. Quickly, almost professionally, with no sign of panic or uncertainty. And the way they were sitting with her now, obviously highly sexually charged and yet not one of them had tried to touch her up. No one had reached a sly hand inside her top for a swift squeeze of her firm young breasts; no one groped between her thighs for a handful of free pussy. Hell, these days you could hardly expect a night’s clubbing without that happening at least three or four times.
These men intended to rape her tonight, all of them, they’d made that very clear. They were going to do it violently and brutally, not just once but as many times as they could manage. She knew because they’d told her so; they’d talked about nothing else for the entire journey. The more she listened to their quiet confident voices, the more certain she became that she wasn’t the first girl to be abducted in this way, for this purpose. These bastards knew exactly what they were doing; they’d done this sort of thing before. Even Tina couldn’t have guessed how many times.
Back on Walpole Road they didn’t start to get really worried until her Dad got home. Then they rang round some of her friends, even rang her boss at home, but nobody could remember seeing Tina after she’d left work. It was three hours before they rang the police and to be honest they didn’t seem all that interested. Attractive twenty-year-old women were always going missing. It was a fact of life, something to do with their hormones and their need to be always searching for new experiences. They usually turned up safe and sound after a day or two with a smile on their faces and a guilty secret in their hearts.
This apparent disinterest on the part of the West Yorkshire police force actually had no bearing on her situation. A full hour before her parents had called them, Tina was a hundred miles away, locked in the rambling suite of rooms beneath the big house. Tina Featherstone had just become a lost soul and she was about to learn the true meaning of hell.
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Chapter 2.
After the van had come to a halt and the engine been switched off, Tina heard the driver’s door slam and then nothing for several minutes. Even her tormentors were quiet now, almost as though they were waiting for something, or someone. She jumped nervously when the door slid open beside her, shattering the silence.
“All clear,” said the voice. “Everything’s ready. Get the little bitch inside and I’ll be down in a few minutes. Don’t start the fun without me.” He laughed, as if they’d dare.
Tina’s legs failed her as they dragged her out of the van. She couldn’t see where she was going and stumbled almost to her knees. They didn’t let her fall though, hauling her upright and dragging her into some kind of building, manhandling her down a long, curving flight of stairs. Not a word was exchanged between them.
Again Tina got that uneasy feeling; the one that kept telling her she wasn’t the first girl to be brought down here. If she’d had the time she might have wondered what had become of the others, but then again maybe it was better she didn’t think about things like that.
At the bottom of the stairs they pushed her forward into a large, brightly lit room. For the first time since their arrival one of them spoke to her even if it was only six curt words.
“Stand there cunt,” he said “and don’t move.”
Tina did as she was told and again they waited in silence until she heard his soft footsteps coming down the stairs and the door closing behind him. The bag was still secured round her head and all she could see through the loosely woven fabric was a group of shadows standing in front of her.
“Easy. I told you this one would be easy,” said the voice. It seemed to break the ice and suddenly they were all agreeing just how easy it had been. That they’d known all along there wouldn’t be any problems. Not with this one.
“Now let’s see what we’ve got,” he went on, “I hope the bitch is worth all the trouble we’ve been to, I’ve got a hard on here that needs some serious attention.”
“Haven’t we all,” came the reply and Tina’s fear deepened still further as their laughter filled the room and the shadows closed in around her.
“Strip,” ordered the voice. Tina stood there, uncertain yet whether the instruction was aimed at her and unwilling to comply even if it was. If it hadn’t been for the gag in her mouth she’d have refused the order outright. Someone moved in front of her and she felt the finger jabbing painfully at her breasts. Her hands moved up in front of her in a protective gesture.
“Yes, you bitch, I’m talking to you. I told you to get your clothes off, all of them so do as you’re told. We want you naked you little cunt…..so get them off now.”
Again she did nothing, this time the unseen hand slashed viciously across her face. The bag absorbed some of the blow but there was still enough force behind it to send her sprawling across the floor. Two arms reached out and hauled her back to her feet.
“You stupid little cunt, what part of strip is it that you don’t understand? When I tell you to get your fucking clothes off, do it. What’s so difficult about that?”
Stubbornly she stood there and he lost patience. This time the blow hit her in the stomach, just as a similar blow had done some three hours earlier and Tina sunk to her knees gasping for breath.
“Get her on the table then. If she won’t do as she’s told we’ll have to show her how it’s done, and no need to be polite about it either. In fact you can tear the fucking clothes off her, she won’t be needing any of them again. Just remember to leave her panties to me, I’ll remove them personally.”
His presence surrounded her. She could smell the eagerness on him as he moved in close. “You’re mine now you little cunt,” he whispered, “and there’s fuck all you can do about it. I’m really going to enjoy shagging you because you think you’re something special. Well you’re not special; you’re just a fuck toy now, another little girl brought here for us to play with. You see I enjoy hurting little girls, especially ones like you who think they’re special. I like the noises they make when I’m using them. It makes me go hard, know what I mean?”
Tina shuddered as they lifted her off her feet and swung her high into the air before slamming her down hard on a table she hadn’t realised was there. Eager hands began to tear at her, pulling her this way and that as they followed their instructions to the letter. Her clothes were literally ripped from her body piece by piece; the denim jacket went first followed by her blouse. She could feel the buttons popping down her chest as the unseen hands clawed at her and heard the sound of tearing cotton as they ripped her modesty away from her along with the last shreds of flimsy material.
Instinctively she tried to cover her breasts with her hands but her efforts were in vain. They were enjoying her futile struggles; toying with her as they tore away her clothes. Because of the bag on her head she couldn’t see where the hands were coming from.
One of them grabbed her bra and jerked it sharply upwards spilling her young breasts back down across her chest. It took them another ten seconds or so to get it off, dragging it up over her head in the end and half strangling her on the way. Distracted by their first sight of her half naked body writhing around on the table in front of them, several hands began to maul her, while others switched their attention immediately to her jeans.
‘Strip the bitch,’ they’d been told and strip her they did. For some reason it was one order that never had to be given twice.
Unbuckling her belt they wrenched her jeans apart, popping the studs and dragging down the zip in their first frantic effort. Her trainers were long gone and two of them pinned her torso to the table as the others dragged her jeans down her legs, turning them inside out in the process. It looked as though they were skinning her alive. The jeans were tossed carelessly to one side, she wouldn’t be wearing them again; in fact as long as she stayed in this room she wouldn’t be wearing anything.
For a moment Tina’s bare legs thrashed wildly across the table as she kicked out at them.
“Hold her down,” someone shouted, “get hold of her legs.” Within seconds she was helpless again, pinned to the table. Though her body was writhing and twisting obscenely she couldn’t escape their groping hands. Inside her head she was screaming, but no sound escaped her lips. Tina was naked now, apart from the briefest of pale pink satin thongs that did little more than highlight her pussy mound. Briefly they went quiet as they devoured her nakedness with their eyes, then the verdicts began to flow.
“Shit,” said one of them, “Look at the body on that. Jesus this is going to be a lot of fun.”
“Not for her it isn’t.”
“Who are you kidding? A slut like her, she’ll love it once we get started, you know she will. Women are all the same, they all love it in the end.”
“Look at the tits on it,” said another, “nice and firm. Can’t wait to get my teeth into them.”
“Not too soon though, don’t go spoiling the merchandise until we’ve all had our time with her. Right now all I want to do is get between her legs and fuck the little bitch rigid.”
Their words sent her into another bout of wild thrashing; all of it wasted effort. They weren’t going to let her go now, Tina was here for a very specific purpose and slowly she calmed down.
“Fancy knickers,” said one.
“I fancy her knockers,” came the reply. They all laughed at that, and Tina sensed the shadow fall across her as he leant closer.
“Sounds like you’re going to be a busy little girl tonight doesn’t it,” He said, his hand reaching down and grabbing her between her legs, though he let her go just as quickly.
“Fuck,” he said. “The cunt’s pissed herself. The dirty little whore’s pissed herself. I’ve got it all over my hands. Turn her over, I’ll teach her to piss on my fucking hands.”
Eagerly they rolled her over. Her arse was firm and shapely, nicely curved with not a hint of cellulite, the string of her thong biting deep between her arse cheeks. Her back arched up off the table as his hand slashed down across her for the first time. Without the gag in her mouth her scream would have been loud and shrill, and it would have been the first of many.
They all took their turn in this initial beating, and all of them enjoyed the violence of her reaction, watching her body twist and writhe beneath their hands as the blows rained down across her buttocks. Her beating seemed to go on forever.
“Enough,” he said at last, “and now will someone get that fucking thong off her.” She struggled but couldn’t stop them baring her completely. The knowledge seemed to deflate her and when they rolled her onto her back again she lay there, trembling quietly on the table. Inside the bag they could hear her crying. It was a nice sound to hear; it meant that she clearly understood what was going to happen to her next. A low whistle sounded in the silence that followed.
“Little whore, looks like we’ve got another bottle blonde,” said one of them. There was an edge of anger and disappointment to his voice. “Can’t we get a natural blonde next time, or a nice juicy young redhead?”
“You’re never satisfied are you? Just take a look at her pussy, that’s one tight little hole if ever I saw one, I can’t wait to have that wrapped around my dick.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be tight for long, painful maybe by the end of the night, but it won’t be as tight as it is now.”
“Get her on the rug,” said the voice.
They dragged her off the table and stood her in the middle of the floor. Tina was sobbing louder now, she knew that the next stage of their attack was only moments away. Her buttocks were stinging unbearably. They watched her legs trembling as she stood in front of them and tried to cover both her breasts and her pussy at the same time without ever quite managing either.
“Kneel down,” said the voice. It was always the same harsh voice giving her the orders she noticed. Though she tried to lower herself to the floor she wasn’t quick enough for his liking. Again the punch hit her in the stomach, dropping her to the floor on her hands and knees.
“I told you to kneel cunt, not fucking crawl.” His hand grasped her hair and hauled her up onto her knees.
“Stay there,” he said, and she realised that they were moving away from her. It seemed like an age before they came back though it was probably no more than five minutes. Her crying had stopped by the time they returned; there was something different about them.
“We’re going to take your mask off now,” said the voice, “if you behave yourself like a good little whore, we’ll think about taking off the gag as well. You’ll stay on your knees until we tell you to stand up, because next we’re going to read you the rules.”
One of the shapes came up behind her, loosened the cord around her neck and lifted the bag from her head. As he stepped back to join the others, Tina knelt there blinking. The brightness of the fluorescent lighting temporarily blinded her, but slowly, as her eyes adjusted, the figures standing in front of her began to swim into focus.
There were five of them. Not surprisingly they were all men, and they were as naked as she was. Her heart sank as she looked up at them; all five of their cocks were at eye level. They looked big; all of them were rock hard and pointing directly at the ceiling. Tina groaned when she saw that and one of them laughed.
“That’s right, take a good long look at them cunt,” said the man in the centre of the five. He was a big, well-built man with a dark beard, cut short and fading to grey at the outer edges. The smile that followed his words sent a chill racing through Tina’s body. “After all baby, you’re the reason they’re standing to attention, and tonight you’ll be raped by every one of them. Welcome to your worst fucking nightmare you dirty little cunt.”
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Chapter 3.
“I’m going to read you the rules now,” he said, the bearded one that is. His was the voice she recognised, the dominant voice so full of anger and the desire to hurt her that he barely bothered to disguise.
“I’ll read you the rules just so there’s no misunderstanding why you’re here. The first thing you need to know is that where we’re concerned there aren’t any rules. You’ve been brought her for our use and entertainment and for no other reason. We can do what the hell we like with you; all you have to do is open your legs and take it. You should be honoured bitch, we could have had a hundred girls but we chose you specially. That makes you our fuck toy now bitch, our sperm bank, our very own little whore. We’re going to come down here and fuck you senseless whenever and however we feel like it and there’s nothing you can do to stop us. The sooner you realise that the easier it will be for you.”
He was smirking as he spoke, maintaining his erection with slow strokes of his left hand. Tina felt a little surge of triumph run through her body when she saw that. She’d been right about them, ‘inadequate shits,’ she thought. In his case at least her assessment had been spot on, much good it would do her. That very inadequacy made him all the more dangerous, he was the sort of man who’d get a bigger buzz from hurting her than from merely shagging her.
Just by looking at him she could tell he was trouble. There was more than a hint of madness in those eyes; if he ever totally lost control he could quite easily kill her. Again she wondered what had become of the other girls, how many of them had knelt on this very spot before her and listened in disbelief as their new purpose in life was spelt out to them in such brutally simple terms?
“You on the other hand,” he went on, “have a hundred rules to remember, the first of which is do as we say. Break any one of the rules and we’ll hurt you, we’ll hurt you a lot. You don’t need to know them all right away, only the important ones. We’ll leave a full list for you to read through at your leisure. Look down,” he said, “take a good look at that rug you’re kneeling on?”
Tina looked. It was a red circular rug about five feet across, nothing special about it. She stared up at him, towering above her and waited for him to go on.
“Rule number one; whenever any of us decides to pay you a visit; and looking at you there on your knees, that could be quite often; you’ll get a full sixty seconds warning. When we come through the door you’ll be kneeling on that rug waiting to welcome us with your arms behind your back; and the only thing you’ll be wearing is a smile. Both your tits and that sweet pussy of yours will be in full view at all times. No excuses will be accepted. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing when the bell rings, sleeping, having a shit, having a shower; you’ll be kneeling naked on the rug when that door opens. If you’re not there we’ll hurt you,” he paused as if there was any need to hammer home his point again, “we’ll hurt you a lot.”
“Rule number two is that you remain naked at all times,” he went on, “there aren’t any clothes for you down here anyway, not once we’ve burned the rags you arrived in, so you won’t have any problems with that one. Just don’t go thinking you can cover yourself with a sheet or anything like that. It’s against the rules.”
“Rule three. You’ll keep yourself and your apartment clean and tidy at all times. You might be a worthless, dirty little whore in your own world but that doesn’t mean you’ll live like one in ours. You’ll find everything you need in the other rooms, the bedroom, the kitchen or the bathroom. Again, if you don’t do as you’re told, we’ll hurt you. And rule four, you will never speak unless first given permission to do so by one of us. You’ll learn to give the phrase ‘Dumb little cunt,’ true meaning. The only time you’ll open your mouth bitch, is to swallow our cocks.”
“Finally, when you get the chance to have a look round you’ll notice the cameras. Someone will be watching you every hour of every day; so don’t go getting any silly ideas about escaping. There are loads of other things for you to remember, but you’ll have to read up on them in your own time. I think we’ve waited long enough already. I’m going to take your gag off now and then we can get on with the evening’s entertainment. That’s you in case you’ve still got any doubts about it.”
The sniggers from the other four made them sound like more like pathetic schoolboys than serial rapists.
“Remember, you’re not allowed to speak unless you’re asked a direct question. Nod if you understand.”
Tina looked up at him and slowly she nodded her head again. The bearded one stepped to her side and released the ball gag, working it out of her mouth and letting it to fall to the floor in front of her. Deliberately he slid his cock head across her back two or three times before stepping away from her. She couldn’t help the involuntary shudder that racked her body.
The pain in her jaw when the gag was removed was excruciating, Tina found herself unable to close her mouth. The bearded one looked across at the other four and grinned.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “I really think we’ve kept our young guest waiting long enough. Now why don’t we give this little cunt a seeing to she’ll remember for the rest of her life. I think it’s time we fucked this bitch.”
A low growl of approval sounded in the room. Tina began to tremble and her eyes dropped to the floor.
“Look at her, she can hardly wait for us to get it on,” she heard one of them say.
“Get it in you mean,” came the reply and again she heard them sniggering.
“Who’s going to have her first?” Came the question. There was a sudden silence and Tina knew instinctively who it would be. She looked up at him, the bearded one would take her first; she’d seen it in his eyes. He would fuck her first, hurting and humiliating her while he was doing it. As though reading her mind he laughed in her face.
“Oh, I think I’ll start the ball rolling with this one. She fancies me, I can tell.” He looked down at her and his voice hardened. “Stand up you little cunt and walk over to the table,” he ordered, slapping her sideways when she hesitated. Slowly Tina clambered to her feet, equally slowly she stumbled over to the table and stood there waiting uncertainly for him. Seizing her by the hair he turned her round and pushed her hard against one end of the table.
“Lean forward,” he ordered, “get hold of the table with both hands.” Realisation dawned in her frightened mind; the sick fuck wanted to do her doggy style. It was the last straw.
“No, I won’t,” she shouted, turning round and facing him, “you can’t do this to me, you’re sick, you’re all sick. You’ve got to let me go.”
He laughed again, they all laughed, but it was his hand that blurred and his blow that sent her sprawling across the floor, her head ringing. This time Tina stayed down, feigning unconsciousness, but the bearded one was having none of it. Grabbing her hair he hauled her back to her feet and marched her to the table again.
“Get hold of her arms this time,” he said, “and make sure she doesn’t try that again.” The others came at her willingly, seizing her hands and pinning them down about three feet along the table. As a result Tina found herself leaning forward uncomfortably.
Realising her vulnerability she tried to close her legs but he was too quick for her. His knee thrust itself up between her thighs and she felt herself squashed against the table edge.
“Too slow cunt,” he whispered into her ear, as he ground his knee into her groin, lifting her clear off her feet. She fought him, but he was far too strong and Tina felt her legs being forced slowly apart. Tears of anger and frustration began to sting her eyes, this was every bit the nightmare he’d promised her it would be.
His hand slid down her back, roughly parting her arse cheeks before moving on, down and forward. Tina’s body writhed in horror at the touch of his hand, but she was held too firmly to do anything more, and slowly his fingers slid into the dampness of her pussy. First one, then two and three, and once more he lifted her off her feet.
This time he was showing off, suspending her in mid air on his thick, probing fingers. Her fear of him was intense and she screamed for the first time, really screamed. It was the first of many; Tina’s fear was to go on for a very long time.
The unfortunate four, who’d been overruled when the question of first fuck rights had arisen, closed in around her, pinning her arms to the table and running their hands freely across her body. Despite her situation, maybe even because of it, Tina felt her nipples hardening under their persistent mauling. Behind her she heard him spit into his hand before forcing her arse cheeks apart again. It was only when his fingers began to probe her starfish that his true intention hit her with the force of a missile. Her body squirmed across the table as she sought to escape the horror he was about to unleash on her.
“NOOoooooo…..” she screamed.
“Hold her still,” he growled. She felt her arms gripped even tighter, her struggles were ineffective and inexorably he closed in on her. If he’d fucked her pussy it would have been bad enough, but maybe Tina could have lived with herself, but not this. This was a different matter altogether, the bastard was going to take her up the arse. Nobody had done that to her before, it was brutal and humiliating and it would be the most painful thing she’d ever known.
Her screaming intensified, the pitch going even higher as he forced his cock into her a fraction of an inch at a time. So powerful was her reaction to this invasion, so violent the painful writhings of her body that it became increasingly difficult for even four of them to hold her down. Her arching back kept her body flopping around on the table as he continued to push himself into her. Oh he was hard now alright, hard as a rock. Like he said, hurting little girls always had that effect on him, it was hearing the bitches scream that did it, even when nothing else seemed to work.
Finally he broke through. He was exploring true virgin territory now, deep inside her and he intended to make the most of his opportunity. He knew he’d already hurt her badly, both physically and mentally; but that was nothing to what he intended doing to her over the coming days.
The pain came pulsing through her in waves, her arse felt totally destroyed and his cock was buried so deep. She could feel it throbbing evilly inside her like a balled fist, alternately tensing and relaxing. He sounded so pleased with himself when he leant forward and whispered in her ear.
“You like that don’t you bitch. I knew you’d like it; cunts like you always do, you don’t have any pride. A real woman wouldn’t allow a stranger to take her up the arse, she’d rather die than let that happen. But you’re not a real woman are you? You’re just a little cunt whore and you love it.” Every sentence was punctuated by the vicious hammering of his cock as he forced it up inside her again and again.
Through the pain and gritted teeth, Tina faintly muttered her reply. It was a stupid and dangerous thing to say and at first the bearded one couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Viciously he slammed his cock back into her and listened as Tina yelped like a whipped dog at the pain ripping through her body.
“What did you say cunt?” He yelled, leaning forward to catch her pain racked reply.
“Mini dick,” she’d called him. She said it again. This time he heard her words quite clearly and they drove him crazy. His cock pounded into her, each stroke lifting her off the floor and tearing a frantic, strangled cry from the depths of her throat. It was a cross between the shrill screams she’d been uttering for the last ten minutes and a pained animal grunt. For a while the bearded one seemed to be enjoying himself; slamming his cock into her time after time and riding the intensity of her agony to his own inevitable climax.
“Squeal little piggy,” he cried towards the end, “come on little piggy, squeal for daddy.”
And squeal she did. On and on, until through the haze of her agony Tina felt him explode inside her. She felt the powerful pulsing of his cock as it filled her arse with his poisonous seed. It seemed to take him forever. By the time he was done she was lying very still on the table beneath the crushing weight of his body. Her heart and her arse were full of pain and she found that she couldn’t even cry any more.
At that moment she wanted to die more than anything else in the world and yet the evening’s entertainment had scarcely begun. The bearded one was only the first of them to have her; the other four were lining up to fuck her now. She remembered the row of hardened cocks pointing at the ceiling and knew what they meant. This was still only the first round. Tina Featherstone’s night of pain had scarcely begun.
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Here are the next two chapters of Tina Featherstone’s story, Abduction No.1. If you
haven’t already done so I recommend that you go back and read the first three
chapters before you make a start on these. I know that Tina would feel happier if
you knew the whole story, she wouldn’t like you to get the wrong idea about her. She
didn’t choose to be locked away down here in the cellars. Being raped on an almost
daily basis isn’t a lot of fun unless you happen to be the one doing the raping of
course.
In its original format this section of the story included Chapter 6, but this important chapter has now had a complete rewrite and will follow shortly. Instead of telling the story from a third party perspective Chapter 6 will be told by her parents as they watch a video recording of their daughter being systematically and raped into unconsciousness by her five captors.
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Chapter 4.
Tina felt the bearded one softening inside her. His cock began to crawl out of her arse like a huge, slow-moving slug, and as his crushing weight lifted away from her body it finally slid free.
She breathed a sigh of relief, though it was a little premature because he hadn’t finished with her yet. Dragging her away from the table he forced her down onto her knees where she found herself staring straight at his cock. It was hanging in front of her, semi flaccid now, covered in a foul mixture of shit and blood and trailing a long string of sperm from its bulbous red-blue tip.
“Open your mouth you little tramp,” he ordered, “it’s your mess, you can clean it up for me.”
Terrified she did as she was told, allowing him to slide the foul object deep into her throat. Not surprisingly her initial sucking was half hearted. He wanted more from her than that, much more. A quick slap made her head ring.
“Harder,” he shouted, “for fuck’s sake do it harder. Can’t you even give head properly you useless little cunt. Put some effort into it, at least make it look as though you’re enjoying yourself.”
Tina redoubled her efforts, trying to blank the disgust from her mind as she sucked him clean, and swallowed the foul residue it left in her mouth. Inside her she was crying but even at this early stage of her torment she understood that any sign of weakness on her part would be seized upon and turned against her.
And the bearded one was only the first of them to make use of her naked body. One after another the remaining four took their turn with her, burying the full lengths of their throbbing cocks deep into each of her available holes. They used Tina’s body to satisfy the most depraved of their fantasies, just as they’d told her they would. And all she could do was scream, when she didn’t have seven inches of pulsing meat buried deep in her throat that is.
As the night wore on, the action became ever more frantic. There were times when they seemed almost out of control, two and even three of them fucking into her at the same time. Between them they used Tina in ways that no woman should ever be used. Not without her consent at any rate, and Tina hadn’t given her consent for any of this. She was raped non-stop throughout that first night, and long into the following morning. The five men extracted every last shred of pleasure from her agony, for themselves if not for her. That they didn’t actually kill her was more a matter of luck than judgement.
Even so Tina was unconscious when they finally walked away, leaving her stretched out on her back on the floor with her legs crudely widespread. A mixture of blood and cum was leaking out of every orifice and pooling on the floor. Her petite body, now battered and bruised, was criss-crossed by strings of drying cum, but it was her mind that had suffered the worst damage. At some point during the assault it had switched itself off to ensure that the damage wasn’t permanent, though Tina’s rape had continued for a long time after that.
The opportunity to rape an attractive young woman in such a brutal manner comes only rarely in a man’s life so it was hardly surprising that they took full advantage of Tina’s availability. It was the reason she’d been brought here, and all five of them felt that they’d been royally entertained. All in all they agreed that it had been a very successful party. Tina had been an inspired choice as their guest of honour, and there was plenty of mileage still left in that tight young body of hers.
It was several hours before she recovered consciousness long enough to crawl away into the bathroom. There she vomited violently into the toilet, coughing up great semi-solid gobs of sperm as she did so. They almost choked her the same way they’d done while she was being forced to swallow them in the first place. Finally she curled up on the floor and went to sleep with her arms still wrapped around the toilet bowl.
In the cellars beneath the big house, day and night no longer lived separate lives; they merged seamlessly one into the other. When Tina woke she had no way of knowing how long she’d been asleep. Her perception of time was already becoming blurred. All she knew for sure was that she had to clean herself up before her captors began to arrive for the next round. Before they came back and her rape began all over again.
Dragging herself into the shower she reached up and turned on the water before slumping down onto the tiles. The shower ran cold for the best part of a minute, shocking her into some kind of wakefulness, before it warmed up enough for her to begin scraping the strings of cum from her body and out of her hair.
She washed herself down quickly, already nervous that she’d slept too long, and 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, because she remembered clearly the bearded one’s warning that any punishment would be severe. It could hardly be any more severe than what they’d already done to her, but the look in his eyes made her unwilling to take the risk.
Her 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 was slowly absorbing their sperm, but even this morning, hours after her rape, she could still feel it bloating her belly.
Tina 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 still lingered in her mouth. No matter how hard she tried it was days before she got rid of that taste.
A last tidying up and a quick glance in the mirror and Tina 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 sweetheart,” it said, “glad to see you’re up and about again. It’s visiting time again baby. You remember the rules don’t you; you’ve got sixty seconds to get to the rug, and don’t forget the smile. Playtime’s about to begin.”
There was no time for her to do anything, except to swallow a single mouthful of water, and even then she had to run to reach the rug in time. Kneeling down with her arms behind her back, Tina looked up as the door swung open and as they walked towards her, she gave them the smile they demanded. It was the last thing she felt like doing but they’d made it clear from the start. Rules are rules and the punishments were likely to be severe.
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Chapter 5.
It was almost a relief when Tina realised that there were only two of them this time. Two she might be able be able to cope with. An even bigger relief was the moment when she realised that the bearded one wasn’t one of the two. She remembered both of them vaguely from before. The dark one, tall and well built; quieter than the others and snake, an evil little shit of a man with the longest dick of any of them; long maybe, but lacking the bulk to make it a truly fearsome weapon. That’s where his name came from; that long thin thing standing up between his thighs swaying from side to side like a flagpole in a high wind, or a cobra reacting to a snake charmer’s flute.
Tina had names for all of them now, 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, but rather on the slow side. It was only later, when he was lying on top of her with his spent cock buried to the balls in her cunt, that she’d smelt the harsh scent of diesel oil that pervaded his body like a cheap aftershave.
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. Now that he had Tina’s body to play with, all those bitter years of frustration became but memories.
Along with the bearded one, it was the accountant who hurt her the worst. It was his teeth that had left their bloody mark in her left breast, and the louder she’d screamed the harder he’d bitten down on her. They all frightened her, but those two, the bearded one and the accountant were in a different league altogether. They petrified her; she could see real evil in both of them.
Tina knelt on the rug and watched as they stripped off in front of her. Their cocks were already hard in anticipation of the pleasure to come, for them if not for her. For her this was already a bad nightmare, one that seemed to have no end in sight.
“Stand up,” ordered the dark one, “over there.” He indicated the table where the bearded one had started it all, and Tina wondered what they had planned for her now.
“Climb 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 found there was greed and lust. Slowly she sat on the end of the table and lay down on her back.
“Across the table,” he went on, “with your head over one side and your legs over the other.” She shuffled herself round but he still wasn’t satisfied. Grabbing her hair he hauled her back sharply until her shoulders were out beyond the table edge. Then he forced her head down and back; until she was staring up at his cock and balls only inches in front of her face. Tina knew what was coming next, she groaned and closed her eyes.
His anger flared briefly and he slapped her hard, the return backhander caught the edge of her mouth and Tina felt the telltale trickle of blood run down her cheek and into her eye. She blinked but said nothing that would upset 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 enjoyed every blow.
“Always keep your eyes open while you’re being fucked bitch,” he growled at her, “we like to be able to look into them whenever we want, to see the pain deep down inside you. If you close them again I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
She did as she was told and looked up at him. For that moment she’d forgotten about snake but suddenly her legs were forced apart as he held her down and thrust that long cock of his deep into her ravaged cunt. The pain was intense; she was still swollen and sore down there as a result of her initial assault, and a strangled cry of pain escaped her lips as he forced his way into her. She found herself staring up at the dark one again, her eyes huge with pleading as he stepped in close to her.
“Open your mouth then cunt,” he ordered, “and for god’s sake try to relax if you don’t want me to choke you.” With that last piece of advice he leant towards her and slipped his cock between her lips, filling her mouth and jamming it 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 to push down on her hard, forcing his cock steadily into the muscular tightness of her throat. Her stomach retched again, violently. Snake was pounding his long cock into her cunt at one end and the dark one was choking her at the other. Tina could smell the sweaty roughness of his pubic hairs grinding against her lips as he humped into her mouth with long steady strokes, plunging his cock again and again into her spasming throat.
Her naked body squirmed lewdly on the table between them as the thickness of the dark one’s cock continued to choke her. He paused for a few short seconds to savour the sensation of her throat muscles as they clamped around him, massaging him to the very edge of a frantic climax.
When he could wait no longer he thrust 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 they both reached their climax together. As though in a dream she felt their sperm simultaneously pumping into her belly and the depths of her throat, a torment that seemed to last 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 slimy string of cum across her face as he did so.
With his cock no longer blocking her throat, Tina struggled to draw some breath into her lungs but only succeeded in choking herself on the cum already 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 bitch,” 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 forefinger across her face, collecting the strings of cum. Tina knew what he expected of her, without a word of protest her mouth opened and she sucked the errant sperm from his fingers a piece at a time until her face was clean; well cleanish anyway. 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 should 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’re going to 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 and a few seconds later he too was standing in front of her, holding his cock in his hand.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, “lick it clean for me.” Again Tina did as she was told, though with little enthusiasm. Even in its current, semi-flaccid state the length of it caused her problems and she had to take it in both her hands. Sensing her discomfort he laughed.
“I think I’ll fuck her at this end next time,” he said, “that way I can reach right down and leave my calling card in her belly. It’ll save her 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 now 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.
“Make that two coffees please,” he said. Again 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 cunt. In the kitchen, over there.”
Her face coloured and she scurried off obediently in the direction the dark one had indicated. It was the first time she’d been into the kitchen, and it took her some time to find everything she needed. The tears in her eyes made the job that much harder, but she found herself unable to stop them. This was a nightmare, and the despair inside her was becoming too much for her to handle.
“We’ll have some biscuits as well,” one of them shouted through, words that sent her on another hurried search through the kitchen cupboards. 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 and she began to munch one as she collected a bottle of milk from the refrigerator.
“Oh dear,” said the voice from the door, “what have we got here?”
Tina turned and stared at snake standing in the doorway watching her. She was still chewing and had half a biscuit clutched in her left hand. “Eating the biscuits now are we? Looks like a clear breach of the rules to me,” he said. There was a grin of triumph on his face, “and you know what that means don’t you?”
“I didn’t know,” blurted Tina, “you never gave me time to read the rules.” She said it without thinking and he laughed even louder. “Two rules broken at the same time,” he said, “that’s serious stuff. Oh sweetheart, are you going to pay for that.”
“Leave her alone,” said the dark one appearing beside him in the doorway, “give her a break will you, she’s doing her best.” He looked at Tina directly, “just bring us the coffees will you baby, and hurry up about it.”
She did as she was told, putting the cups and the biscuits on a tray along with a jug of milk and carrying them through into the main room. As she walked towards then, she could feel snake’s cum leaking from her pussy and trickling down her leg. A small coffee table had been moved in front of the sofa where snake and the dark one sat waiting for her, one at each end. Ominously, they were still naked. She put the tray down on the table, stood back and waited for their next instructions.
“Milk and sugar for me,” said the dark one.
“Me too,” echoed snake, “two spoons.” They watched her as she poured the drinks before standing back and looking at them. They were staring quite openly at her naked body, neither of them could quite believe that this little cunt was theirs for the taking. It was the dark one who broke the awkward silence.
“Leave the cups there for a moment sweetheart,” he said, “you 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.
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 and lifted them across his knees forcing them apart with his hand as he did so.
Tina screamed, she felt certain that they were going to rape her again. Only inches in front of her eyes she watched as the dark one’s cock stiffened and lifted menacingly. So this was to be her punishment for breaking a rule she didn’t even know existed. But this time they didn’t rape her, not yet; 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. Snake’s long fingers probed deeply into her cunt still wet and slippery from her earlier violent fucking. His fingers withdrew and 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 gradually tweaking her nipples into an embarrassing hardness. For once 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; and the longer it went on the harder it became to resist. Tina gritted her teeth, tried not to respond and failed.
Between them they played her like a musical instrument. To her horror she felt herself coming closer to her climax and despite everything that had happened she could tell that it was going to be a big one. And by the time it came, she really did want them to fuck her again,, she wanted them to fuck her hard.
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, 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 seeking the dark one’s cock. It was already hard as steel and within a matter of seconds it was 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 long fingers up into her spasming 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 young body in half and in the throes of ecstasy she found herself fucking hard against the fingers invading her pussy. It disgusted her to do it, but she found herself unable to fight the primeval feeling that had overwhelmed her.
Almost inevitably the dark one’s cock began jerking strongly as he came in her hand spraying his sperm up into her face as his cries of joy mingled with her own. Quickly she turned and took it deep into her mouth, sucking greedily at the sperm he was pumping into her. Despite the danger of her situation, it was the most powerful emotion Tina Featherstone had ever experienced, and when it was done she lay there helplessly on the sofa. Her body though went on twitching for several more minutes as the 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 with her hand still clenched around his cock. She 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 they began to get tired of her as they always did in the end, and the search for their next victim began? Was that a touch of guilt he felt 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 as she licked her lips with obvious relish, a fleeting smile to be sure but it was enough to make her smile back.
Reluctantly snake took his hand out of her cunt and reached for his coffee.
“Ugh,” he said, “this fucking coffee’s gone 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. The aftermath of her orgasms were still twitching their way through her body, and 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 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 on our next visit I promise.”
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 was going to count towards her punishment, that’s why she’d put so much into it. But now she realised that 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, but I’ll do what I can for you 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, “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.”
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 door close behind them as they left the room. 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? 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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Here as promised is the new version of Chapter 6 of Abduction No. 1, the continuing story of Tina Featherstone’s abduction and systematic rape in the cellars below the big house. If you haven’t already done so I recommend that you first read the preceding five chapters which can be found on the ASSTR site under the name love_hurts.
This story is beginning to intrigue me; it’s taking on a life of its own now and leading me in unexpected directions. That’s when being a writer can get really interesting, when even I don’t know what’s going to happen next.
I’m writing this preface as I approach the completion of a fully rewritten chapter 6. If you twisted my arm I’d tell you that chapter 7 will cover Mason’s story, but then you don’t know who Mason is yet do you? Well read on and find out and I hope you enjoy the very real experience of Tina’s continuing rape told from a slightly different angle.
By the way, do I have to point out that this story is strictly for an adult audience and contains scenes of brutality and rape that the author neither condones nor recommends? If you are under the age of 18 or likely to be offended by such content then what are you doing here? Please look elsewhere for your entertainment.
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Chapter 6.
Tina followed the dark one’s advice though her first task was to make herself something to eat and drink before 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 kept glancing up at the cameras dotted around the rooms, it was the first time she’d had a good look at them. They’d certainly been well sited; 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, how many of them had there been now she wondered? So many.
And how many more times did they intend to come and use her? All she could do now 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 but 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.’ The last rule on the list troubled her far more. ‘Anything else that clients consider an infringement of their right to make use of the guest in any way they choose.’
Her mind went back to the bearded one 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 and the first she knew of their arrival was the bedclothes being pulled from her body and the bearded one’s voice grating harshly in her ear.
‘Wake up you lazy little cunt and open your legs. It’s time you learnt the price of disobedience.’
This time a 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, and the cum, and the wild screams of the victim.
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.
Curiosity made her open the latter first and dropping its contents onto the dining room table. It was a videotape, home made by the look of it, and written along the spine in block capitals she could read the words ‘TINA’S HOLIDAY.’ Something about the whole thing 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 talked about the video for a moment or two but in the end could delay the moment no longer. He slipped the video into the player, switched it on and together they watched the violent rape of their daughter from its very earliest moments.
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 their next assault on Tina’s young body. 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, “count them slowly; five big cocks and they’re all just dying to get up your tight little cunt. It’s going to be another all-nighter for you I’m afraid baby, but I’m sure you’ll put on a good show for the cameras. Who knows, you might even find yourself enjoying it again.”
Tina’s Mum and Dad looked at each other open mouthed. 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.
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 out, 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, bruising her knees as they hit the floor.
“Oh, we’re not ready to let you go just yet bitch; you don’t really want to leave us now, just as the fun is about to start. This is going to be the best bit sweetheart; this is the bit where you find out what it’s like to get a bloody good raping. 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 exactly, but that’s not the point is it? All you’ve got to do is spread those pretty legs of yours and take it.”
For the sake of the soundtrack his voice hardened further. “We’re going to fuck you senseless tonight bitch. 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 so we can send all the pictures to Mummy and Daddy, let them see what their baby girl gets up to when she goes on her holidays.”
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 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 you’re gonna be a big movie star.”
The TV screen faded into darkness and stayed that way for ten seconds or so. Tina’s Mum and Dad looked at each other, both were wondering whether that was it when they heard her voice whispering at them from the blackened screen. At first it was so faint that they could hardly make out what she was saying, but slowly the sound got louder.
‘No,’ she was saying, over and over again, ‘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.’ Her trembling voice filled the room for a long moment before fading away into silence again. The screen remained blank and the seconds ticked by inexorably. So Tina’s sudden shrieking scream made them both jump and reach for each other’s hands.
Half a second later the picture returned and the screen was filled with a close up of Tina’s face, contorted in agony. The intensity of her pain was obvious and slowly the camera pulled away to reveal the cause of it. She was pinned by the shoulders against a wall where a large, well-built man was fucking 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 again,” said a voice. From the regular grunting that came with 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 the little 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 noisily 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.
The man stepped back slightly once his initial urge had been satisfied, easing his cock out of her cunt and allowing her body to slide slowly down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. He backed away further, pausing only to spread her legs with his foot, opening her pussy to the pitiless gaze of the camera lens.
“Take a look at her now,” he said, there was a trace of disgust in his voice. Obeying his order the camera moved in closer. Her cunt was an angry red colour now, rather than the pretty pink it had been when they first took her. It glistened wetly under the lights, and even as her parents watched her open hole pulsing gently, the first traces of his semen came leaking out of her and trickled slowly down towards her arse.
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 out of her daughter’s open cunt.
“Mason,” said the voice on the other end of the line. “Is it about Tina? Has she come home yet?”
“I think you’d better come over. We got a video in the post this morning. It’s about Tina, she’s being raped.” There was a brief pause before she began to get angry, the way she felt 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 were attaching ropes to her wrists and ankles now, but the main focus of the pictures was still on her cunt. So were her father’s eyes.
That damn voice was still going on; as if they needed a commentary to be told 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 live 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 much 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 that night after all, though it was a close run thing. Instead he leant down between her pale thighs and kissed her cunt gently, running his tongue up and down her slit several times. Her taste was exquisite, so sweet on the tip of his tongue. But she stirred slightly as his tongue brushed her clit, 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, 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 before she was dragged back to her feet and marched through the doorway into the bedroom. Across the bed lay an 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 you like; it’s so much more fun when
you fight back.”
The big man transferred his grip to her 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.
Unlike her parents she didn’t see the first blow coming, but 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 that next scream. Though the ropes were tied tightly 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, her gently curving 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 the 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 made 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 into 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, at each end of the sofa, and watched their daughter suffer so much. 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. Almost every shot showed her suffering with a 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 would easily 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 roughly, 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. Another cock forced its way into her open cunt, lifting her and pushing her forward slightly as each new thrust penetrated her further.
It was the accountant whose cock was buried in her throat. Her parents didn’t know that but Tina would have known him even if her eyes had been closed, and he seemed in no great hurry to reach his climax. In fact he seemed to relish Tina’s obvious discomfort, her complete inability to cope with the thing that was steadily 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 were threatening 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 supposed 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 found herself choking on the semen lodged in her throat. His hand clamped down quickly onto her mouth.
“Swallow all of it bitch, I don’t care if you choke doing it but you’ll swallow every last drop I’ve given you.”
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 a further rush of warm sperm as he ejaculated into her belly.
Through the haze of their tears, her parents watched in disbelief as two more iron hard cocks moved in quickly to take their turn, and her pitiless fucking went on with hardly a break.
“That’s it baby, 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 learn to enjoy it if you practised hard enough. Early days yet though cunt, we’ve all still got a long night ahead of us. Especially you.’
The word ‘cunt’ was almost spat out of the sound track and cut into her parents as it was 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, and clearly relishing the opportunity. Her watching parents gasped in unison when they realised the length of the weapon she was now 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 was tiring fast but she knew immediately it was the dark one who was fucking into her now, he would be next to cum in her cunt.
Crazy though it seemed, knowing that he was close was almost a comfort to her. She tried to remember how many times they’d raped her now and how many more were still to come before her night was over. But memory was slipping away from her, it was getting fuzzy at the edges. So numb was she that neither question seemed to matter any more. The only things she wanted to do was sleep, or die. Her body continued its steady rhythmic response to her rape. In other circumstances it could almost have been comforting, though it speeded up considerably as his orgasm approached.
It was almost with disinterest that Tina felt his cock pulsing inside her and she 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, they ground into her lips as he struggled to get as deep as he could manage. Then he too was done and she was fighting for breath again, choking to swallow the cum lodged in her throat.
For the moment Tina’s 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 almost seemed to be weeping sperm every time she blinked.
Moving down her body it 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 noticeably 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; her open cunt pulsed steadily now, pushing more sperm out of her with each new movement.
She was leaking cum in a long sticky stream and 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 continued its voyeuristic journey down her bruised thighs and her long shapely legs, to the ropes securing her ankles to the bed, that nondescript voice was pointing out the numerous other pleasures that still 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’s supposed to do, it’s supposed to give 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 now concentrated on Tina’s eyes, watching for the first signs that the drug was taking hold as the voice continued its friendly explanation.
“They use it regularly in the sex trade now, especially in Eastern Europe and the Far East. It gives the girls an extra boost they say, keeping up their strength and allowing them to take far more punishment. That’s why we’re trying it out on Tina tonight, to see how long we can go on fucking her brains out before she finally gives up the ghost. So she isn’t only 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 closely by the camera. Significantly it selected her blood-flecked nipple for its demonstration, twisting it hard and tearing a shrill shriek from Tina’s lips.
“Hmmm,” said the voice, “that sounds promising. I wonder if her cunt’s as sensitive as that. Why don’t we find out?”
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 seemed to be 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 doctored and all four of the ‘dont’s’ neatly edited out of the original. Unless you were an expert it was impossible to see the join.
“I think she’s ready now. The injection seems to be working so let’s string the bitch up in the other room, and then we can start fucking her all over again. She should be good for another hour or two at least.”
The four ropes that secured her to the bed were released, and Tina stumbled back into the main room. Over in the corner, where the sofa had 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 and the slack taken up hauling Tina’s arms upwards and outwards above her head. The ropes tied to her ankles were attached to similar hooks embedded in the bottom of the wall spreading her legs wide. A last quick adjustment left her struggling to hang on to her ropes almost on tiptoe, swaying very slightly.
They let her hang there for several moments, her naked vulnerability framed large in 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 of mind to do it himself. They seemed to be taking a long time to turn up.
Tina’s eyes were still open, huge and dark; empty pools of liquid pain staring straight at the line of cocks already hard again, and just waiting for the right moment for the attack to be renewed. Once more it was the big man who got things under way, the 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 still slippery with leaking sperm; using 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. 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 forcing it into her.
The pain was intense, her nerve endings were on fire 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 ofhis 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. Now that his cock was secure inside her he leant back slightly, lifting her with him and opening up her cunt. It looked red and raw in the dark surround of her pubic hairs, and it also made an irresistible target. This time it was snake that stepped forward to take first advantage of her vulnerability. 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 and both of them began to fuck into her rhythmically, like a seesaw, one going up as the other came down. Their hands were all over her body like a rash, making her look and feel like the helpless filling in a slender fuck sandwich. And the pain, oh the pain. Her screaming filled the room, and it seemed to go on forever..
With her dark eyes wide Tina could only stare at the other three, standing in a semi-circle around her, watching her suffering with interest; realising 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 movement 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 ten or twenty seconds was a mad, crazy free for all as the pair of them tried to wring every last ounce of satisfaction from her torment and their orgasms came crashing over them in waves. And when they were finished with her, two more stepped forward to take their place. The mechanic forced his way up her arse whilst the accountant did the same to her cunt. And all the time Tina was continuing 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. It took them ten minutes to fuck Tina properly, 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 strength gone.
The dark one took her last of all, but he took her from the front. He took her quickly and almost gently, 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 they hadn’t finished with her yet. Something long and hard was driven up into her arse filling it completely. The accountant stepped in front of her and showed her something she’d never seen before; some sort of vibrator, a really big one with an evil looking attachment.
He forced it up into her pussy, laying the attachment tight against her clit and taping them both firmly into position with a long strip of wide plaster that ran from her navel, down between her legs and halfway up her back.
The bearded one was holding some sort of a device, turning it over and over in his hand as he watched her reactions. Her eyes followed his thumb as it moved across the buttons and Tina felt the two vibrators buried inside her hum slowly into life. The remote device controlled both their speed and 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; as though she was dancing on an unseen lover’s cock that lay buried deep inside her.
They let her dance that way for as long as she was able and when the orgasm finally died they let her hang, quietly trembling on her ropes while they had a cup of coffee and discussed the obvious efficacy of the injection.
A couple of them 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 up to Tina to show how long she could continue to perform. Her legs were unable to hold her upright and as her whole weight came onto her arms she thought her shoulders were going to tear out of their sockets.
Five 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.”
But their response to her pleas was always the same. The remote control would be passed along the line, Tina would feel the vibrators begin to hum inside her and her body would begin to twitch and tremble on the end of her ropes. Oh, and how she danced for them that night on the end of her ropes, squirming and twisting to the twin tunes of desire the vibrators were playing inside her. Again and again she danced her way into orgasm and, eventually, unconsciousness as they masturbated in front of her and smeared the results across her face and her body.
The bearded one had one last trick to play for the camera; it was the only truly faked scene on the whole 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 and squirt it steadily into each of her eyes until it trickled away down her once pretty face. The effect was quite startling, Tina Featherstone was no longer crying tears; she was crying 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 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 fall to the floor.
The vibrators they left in situ, the remote they switched to automatic before they finally walked away, leaving her body twitching crudely across the 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 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. As always it was the flat, emotionless voice that had the last word.
“And that’s what Tina’s been getting up to every day since she came to stay with us, that or something very similar. You should be proud of her; she’s a very talented young lady as you’ll have noticed. She’s going to be a film star. Personally I rate her as one of the best fucks I’ve ever had, in the top three or four at least, and I’m afraid that means we’ll be keeping her for a little longer. In fact she may not be coming home at all, there’s always a market somewhere in the world for talented little cunts like her. In the end she really will get to like it, in fact I’d go so far as to say that, in the end, Tina won’t be able to live without being fucked several times a day. That’s another side effect of the drug she was testing for us by the way.
In 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. 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 on her back on the 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.
“Is that your daughter?” He asked, “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 good look at this video, and the envelope it came in. 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, and the cards seemed genuine enough. She 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 almost ten minutes before she began that palsied trembling again. He could hardly wait, watching his bitches dancing to his demands made him almost as hard as listening to them scream.
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See, I was wrong. Mason hardly gets a mention and yet the story moves on in an interesting direction. Just goes to show that I really don’t know what’s going to happen next. Today’s forecast is that Mason’s background story WILL be told, almost certainly in Chapter 8. Hopefully there are enough clues now in place to give you a rough idea where we’re going, though maybe I can keep you guessing a little longer yet.
Please remember that this is a fiction story, though in today’s twisted world it wouldn’t surprise me to find that Tina’s story is uncomfortably close to reality. If you’re under the age of 18 or the story content is illegal in your country please look elsewhere for your excitement. Otherwise I hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter 7.
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 sewn up and was refusing her access.
Later still she dreamt that the dark one came to her some time during the night. He touched her down there; miraculously opening her up again, and giving her relief at last from the palsied trembling of her afflicted body. Was the shared shower also a dream? It was hard to say for sure, but when she finally woke she was lying alone in her made bed, her naked body clean and perfumed.
Yes all of it might well have been a dream were it not for the angry rope burns that marked her wrists, the angry, red criss-cross of welts left by the whip, 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 legs over the edge of the bed and got to her feet, holding on to the bed until her balance returned. Slowly she walked towards the door, heading for the bathroom. By the time 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 last 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, at the rope burns on her ankles that matched the ones around her wrists. And the sight that greeted her when she looked into the mirror for the first time took her breath away.
The swollen lips, the dark rings beneath even darker eyes, both set into a face clearly marked with the unmistakeable 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. Yes, 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 strong..
Her mind kept going back to the dream that might have been; the dream of the dark one as he tended to her needs before taking her up 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. She couldn’t remember doing any of that and felt sure it had been done for her.
The persistent trickle of watery cum had passed her knees and was beginning to annoy her now. Quickly she wiped herself clean before sitting on the toilet and straining to squeeze as much of it 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 and back again. Tina didn’t realise it yet but it was the effects of the injection that was causing this insane roller coaster of her emotions. The near lethal cocktail of chemicals and exhaustion was taking its inevitable toll on her mind.
The mirror was too painful for Tina to look into for long. It showed her too much, and too clearly; as though it was being held up against her very soul. She was scared 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. She’d already learnt to take her chances whenever they arose and this seemed to be one of those chances.
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 to get some much-needed protein into her body, she knew that she had to stay strong if she was going to survive this and, at this point, it was still survival that she had on her mind rather than suicide.
The plate and the pan were soon 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 was feeling truly at ease with her nakedness, even though she knew that her every move was probably being monitored and recorded for posterity – and later 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. Only now that she had the chance to think about it, the more certain she became that the dark one had lied to her when he’d said she’d be going home in a matter of days. Everything they’d done to her so far had been professional, but from the start they’d made no attempt to disguise themselves; it just 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 mean to do with her when they got bored with fucking her 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 a month to live and that only if she was lucky; if she could give them a good 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, with only her thoughts for company, for a couple of days
or so; though it was impossible to keep track of time down here. They allowed
her visible injuries to heal and her imagination to run riot. And when they
came for her again there was only two of them, the accountant and the mechanic.
They came mainly to administer the injection. The fucking that followed seemed
almost to be an afterthought; 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 give you a good shagging, just to remind you what you’re doing here.’
Actually the decision about Tina’s immediate future had been taken right after her punishment rape had been videotaped. 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 a lot to learn. Her training would continue for another couple of weeks and then, if everything went according to plan, she’d be moved on down the line. Moved where was probably out of their hands.
No, it was highly unlikely that Tina would ever walk on Walpole Road again, not in this lifetime. Out of the eight girls who’d actually survived ‘training’, not one of them had ever been heard of again. For some reason it always seemed to be 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 down from her eyes. The short movie centred on Tina as she was being strung from the ceiling and double-teamed for the first time. All in all it was a well-constructed package that clearly showed her naked sexuality in all its glory and would ensure a better than average price for Tina Featherstone.
Around the world that night wealthy, 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 vital statistics. Many of them were masturbating by the time they got to the movie sample and by morning the first bids were already coming in. They looked promising, the auction for Tina Featherstone was under way and another two weeks still to go.
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I hope you’ve enjoyed Chapter 7 of Tina’s story. Your thoughts and suggestions are always welcome. Chapter 8 will follow in a few days (I think), but will have to be written from scratch.
Best wishes