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Abduction No. 01

By: chris 44



This is a rewritten version of Chapter 1 in the story of Tina's abduction. Bit by bit I hope to rewrite each chapter over the coming months, and this time bring the story to a conclusion. It features the abduction and training of a young woman with the intention of selling her on into the sex industry. If the subject is likely to cause you offence, or you are under age, I would ask you not to read further. Otherwise read and enjoy.

Your comments would be appreciated.

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The snatch went smoothly. More importantly perhaps, it also went quietly; exactly the way they'd planned it should go. In a way Mason felt a tinge of disappointment that it had gone so easily. 

For him the snatches were becoming mundane now, almost routine and he missed the raw edge of excitement he'd experienced when they'd taken some of the earlier girls, the fear that something could go wrong, and the consequences if it did. He gazed down at their latest prize and smiled at the thought of what they'd be doing to her in a couple of hours or so.

Tina Featherstone was her name, and she was a real looker, a natural-born English Rose. To be honest it was one of the main reasons they'd chosen her ahead of the others. The sphere of operations they operated in demanded that a woman's looks were of paramount importance and Tina had them in abundance; the kind that could turn a man's head with little effort on her part. 

There was an easy, natural grace about her; a quiet dignity that seemed almost to lure men into taking a second glance even if they were with their wives or girl friends at the time. Assuming things went well, training her would be a real pleasure, and they should get a decent price for her when she finally went on the market.

That trim, athletic figure had gained Tina many an appreciative smile and her dark, shoulder-length hair framed an attractive face that sported a pair of brown eyes so deep in colour they could almost have been taken for black. 

Quiet and unassuming, she had a great sense of fun and laughter came easily to her until the night she disappeared. Well, maybe disappeared isn't quite the right word to use, given the circumstances, because Tina Featherstone was snatched off the street right outside her house for the sexual gratification and financial benefit of five grown men. 

As far as they were concerned, Tina hadn't disappeared at all. They would know exactly where she was from the moment they grabbed her until the moment she was sold on into the porn trade as a sexual plaything for the rich and famous. At least that was their intention, only this time things didn't work out quite the way they'd hoped.

The snatch itself took place on an autumn evening a matter of minutes after darkness had descended on Walpole Road. The walk from the bus stop to her house was a short one, and despite the encroaching darkness Tina always felt a sense of safety this close to home. 

The house would be there in front of her as she turned the corner, her younger sister Susanne would be full of life, as usual, and Ma would have her tea on the table in a matter of minutes. Pops should be home around seven and later in the evening she'd be meeting a few friends for drinks in town. Yes, as far as Tina Featherstone was concerned, life had much to offer.

It was hardly surprising then that she should have a smile on her face when she came round the corner and walked straight into the ambush. The large, white Hi-Top van was parked almost directly outside the house, its engine murmuring quietly, but Tina thought nothing of it until the shadows loomed up on either side of her. 

Almost before she realised they were there a single, vicious punch swung low and caught her in the pit of her stomach. Her legs buckled and she doubled up in pain. When her mouth opened it was to gasp frantically for air, it was the only sound that escaped her lips during this initial stage of the assault. Even at close range the sound was little more than a sigh. Strong arms swept her off her feet and tumbled her through the van's side door before slamming her down hard on the carpeted floor. Bodies piled in on top of her, pinning her down as the door slammed shut behind them, and the van pulled away from the kerb, disappearing quickly into the gathering gloom. 

The abduction of Tina Featherstone might have been four weeks in the planning, but it had been carried out in seven short seconds and nobody realised she'd gone.

Inside the van Tina's struggle for survival had begun. The moment she opened her mouth to scream, a ball-gag was pushed into it, forcing her jaws painfully wide and reducing her cries to a series of ineffective whimpers. 

A bag of some loosely woven material was pulled over her head and secured round her neck. At least it allowed her to breathe, though she could see little of what was going on around her. Even so, she knew instinctively that these men meant her harm, and she fought them as best she could until powerful hands rolled her onto her back, seized her wrists and her ankles and stretched her out across the floor. 

In this manner they sat in silence for several minutes, catching their breath and gazing down at the dim, shadowy figure of the young woman spread-eagled on the floor between them. They seemed to be waiting for something and it took the voice from the front seat to defuse the tension.

"Nobody saw a thing," said the driver. There was a sense of excitement in his voice. "Looks like we took her clean guys. The bitch is ours, now we can do what the fuck we like to her." 

"Fuck being the operative word." 

Instinctively Tina stiffened; this was a different voice. Quiet, controlled and threatening, it whispered its words into her ear at close range. It was a voice she would learn to loathe in the coming days and weeks. She could sense someone leaning over her, though he was no more than a shadow through her mask. She jumped as a hand reached for her breasts, squeezing them hard as he continued to whisper his threats. 

"Because that's what we're going to do with you young lady. Tonight we're going to strip you naked and give you the biggest fucking of your life." 

A chorus of approval rippled its way around the van as Tina struggled to escape their clutching hands. It was always going to be a lost cause, and gradually her struggles slowed until she grew tired of fighting them and lay still once more. She half expected him to say more, to touch her up again, but he did neither and for several minutes, things went quiet again. 

All five of them were absorbing the reality of Mason's words, for his was the voice she'd heard. They were considering the parts each of them would play in the coming assault. At last they had another girl to lock away in their cellar; a new victim to be used and abused any way they chose. Tina Featherstone no longer had a life of her own for she belonged to them now, body and soul. For her the torment would be under way all too soon; for them the fun was only just beginning.

For tonight it seemed that Tina Featherstone wouldn't be sharing drinks with friends in town after all. Instead she would find herself on the receiving end of a savage and sustained sexual assault for the perverted pleasure of her captors. Within a week, two at the most, they'd exercise total control over her, not only over her body but also her spirit, her very will to resist. 

And yet they hardly touched her on the rest of the journey. It wasn't a part of their game to start touching their victims just yet, and to do so would have meant flouting their self-imposed rules. Instead they allowed her to lie there on the floor in the semi-darkness and listen as they told her exactly what they were going to do to her as soon as they got her into the cellar.

There were no rules against talking to her, and in some ways that was worse than the touching. For the rest of the journey Tina was forced to lie there, and listen in growing horror as the quiet, threatening voices explained to her exactly how the rest of her evening was going to be spent. It made painful listening. 

Sharing a few drinks with her friends in town was a definite non-starter it seemed because Tina was on her way to a party. To be precise, Tina was the party, and the excitement in their voices grew stronger as they described the different ways in which she would be used to satiate their sadistic pleasure. Descriptions that grew ever more personal and specific the longer the journey went on. 

Tina wasn't a virgin; not technically speaking anyway. But neither was she the sex-hungry whore they were making her out to be. Just as they'd intended it should, her fear grew stronger with every passing moment. It was the opening gambit of a well-honed training programme, for past experience had shown them that a truly frightened woman was less likely to risk their anger by doing something stupid.

Before tonight, Tina's sexual experiences had been pretty limited. They could have been counted on the fingers, (and thumb) of one hand, and to be honest none of them had been all that satisfactory. Hurried, fumbling fucks in the front seat of a car had been about par for the course, and she'd been disappointed with every one of them. Yet she was a normal, healthy young woman and felt sure there had to be more to sex than she'd experienced so far. 

But not this; not the mindless, violent assault they were talking about now. Her body moved uneasily across the floor, and she curled into a tight, protective ball. Right away they rolled her onto her back again, and straightened her limbs. 

"Don't do that," said the quiet, threatening voice. "Not unless you want to get hurt. You've got such a nice body on you, it would be a shame to get it damaged at this early stage."

They seemed very relaxed, but why shouldn't they be? Unless her middle name was 'Houdini', the only place Tina would be going tonight was down into the cellar beneath the big house, and the whispered threats continued with hardly a break for the best part of two hours. By the time their journey came to an end, Tina was shaking in fear; tears were flowing freely beneath the hood and she'd peed herself. She might have been scared, but she was also angry. Very angry.

'How dare they treat her in this way?' She thought. 'They had to be a bunch of inadequate shits to threaten her with the kind of things they were talking about. Things they'd never dare to do with their wives or girl friends. Fucking queers every one of them, they just had to be.'

In a way the gag in her mouth did her a favour at this point. Tina was a feisty, independent young woman and, despite the situation she was in, she'd have made her feelings known if they'd given her half a chance, and probably taken a beating for her trouble. Instead she was forced to lie there in the darkness, listen and think. 

The images conjured up by their words were too terrible to contemplate yet she couldn't get them out of her mind. Rape was the word they were threatening her with, over and over again. 'We're going to rape you sweetheart, rape you, rape you, rape you... and there's nothing you can do to stop us.' They must have whispered the words into her ear a hundred times and, slowly but surely, they turned every woman's worst fear into Tina Featherstone's personal nightmare. What made it worse was the certain knowledge that they were right -- there really was nothing she could do to stop them.

The thing she found most disturbing was the manner in which they'd taken her off the street; with speed and precision. There'd been no panic or uncertainty in their actions, and the disciplined way they were sitting with her now merely added weight to her concerns. All of them were highly sexually charged, yet not one of them had tried to touch her up after that brief, initial exploration of her breasts. 

No one had reached a sly hand inside her top for a quick feel of those breasts, and no one had groped between her thighs for a handful of free pussy. Not that she could have done anything about it if they had, but hell, you couldn't expect a night's clubbing these days without that sort of thing happening three or four times. 

Tina had few illusions that these men wouldn't carry out their threat. They'd made their intentions clear from the start, whilst letting her know they weren't too fussy about hurting her if that's what it took. It was all a part of their sick little scene; making sure their victims understood exactly what would be expected of them when the van reached the end of its journey.

"We're going to have a bit of fun with you sweetheart, that's all," was the way one of them described it to her, "because that's what we do with our women. Who knows, you might even enjoy it." 

There was something in his voice that suggested Tina's enjoyment was a long way down their list of priorities and as far as she was concerned, it didn't sound like a lot of fun for her. The more she listened to the quiet confidence in their voices, the more she came to realise that she wasn't the first girl they'd abducted in this way. These bastards knew too well what they were about; they must have done this kind of thing before. Even Tina would have been shocked if she'd known how many times.

Back on Walpole Road they didn't get really worried until her Dad got home from work. Then they rang round a few of her friends; even tried her boss at home, but nobody could remember seeing her after she'd left work. Tina Featherstone had been missing for more than three hours before her parents finally rang the police and, to be honest, the men in blue didn't seem all that interested. 

Attractive twenty-year-old women were going missing every day they said. It was a fact of life, something to do with their hormones apparently, and their need to be always on the lookout 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 had little direct bearing on Tina's fate. A full hour before her parents had made their call, she was a hundred miles away; locked in the rambling suite of rooms beneath the big house. In a very short time the assault on her would get under way, and Tina Featherstone would learn the true meaning of hell.

Abduction No. 02



This is the rewritten version (May '07), of the second chapter in the story of Tina Featherstone's abduction by an organised gang whose intention is to train her as a sex slave before selling her on into the porn trade. If you haven't already done so, could I suggest that you read the opening chapter of her story before reading this one. The remaining chapters will follow as they are rewritten over the next few months.

If the subject matter is likely to cause you offence, or you are under age, I would ask you not to read further. Otherwise read on and enjoy.

Your comments would be appreciated.

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"Not long now. Another couple of minutes and we'll be there." The voice from the front of the van announced that Tina's journey was coming to an end. 

"About bloody time." The grumbling response came out of the darkness. "I can't see why we don't strip them in the van. It would make things so much easier at the other end."

"It wouldn't stop there though would it? Once we'd got them stripped, you'd want to start fucking them right away." Came the reply. Tina recognised the voice, it was the same guy who'd groped her earlier in the journey, the one whose voice already sent a shiver of fear down her spine. "...and I for one would rather wait until this one's safely tucked away in the cellar before getting to work on her. It's too crowded in here, too dark. I like to get a good look at my bitches before we start the ball rolling and, better still, I like them to see what they can expect over the next couple of weeks."

His words hit Tina like a thunderbolt and her whole body tensed. 'Oh god no,' she thought. 'Weeks... he said weeks... ' 

Mason smiled as he felt the young woman's reaction, the shudder that ran through her body as she absorbed the implication of his words. He leant forward slightly and chuckled in her ear. 

"That's right sweetheart, I did say weeks. Reckon it'll be two at least before we're through with you, maybe more. Depends how quickly you learn the ropes."

The vehicle braked sharply, slowing almost to a halt before turning off the road, bouncing down an uneven track for a short distance and finally sliding to a halt. The first stage of Tina Featherstone's journey was almost over and suddenly she felt overwhelmed by menace. This time, when she clenched her fists and curled her body into a tight little ball on the van floor, nobody tried to stop her. They were quite happy to let her lie there wrapped in her thoughts for those few minutes. 

The sound of the engine died away, and the interior light flickered briefly as the driver's door opened and closed. The sound of the slamming door echoed in her head as Tina listened to his footsteps crunching away into silence. For a few moments nobody moved and nobody spoke. Her captors were strangely quiet now, as though they were waiting for something. The thoughts running through her head had Tina squirming uneasily across the floor, fearful of what they would do to her now they'd arrived at their destination. 

"Be patient sweetheart." The whispering voice was there again. He seemed to be mocking her, knowing there was nothing she could do to alter the hell that awaited her over the next few hours. "I know you're keen to get things under way, but we're there now. You won't have to wait much longer." 

She jumped nervously as the door slid open beside her; she'd been listening to his words and missed the footsteps returning to the van.

"Everything's ready," said the voice from outside. 

The next instructions came from the man who'd been whispering in her ear throughout the journey. Now there was a sense of eagerness in his voice. 

"Right then, get the bitch inside," he said, "and I'll join you in a few minutes. Just keep your hands off her till I get there." 

The humourless laugh that accompanied his words echoed flatly in the interior of the Hi-Top. He knew there wasn't one of them who'd start messing with the girl until he got there, they wouldn't risk his anger. Tina curled even tighter on the floor. Suddenly it seemed important to resist them in some way, to stop them hauling her out of the van and getting the assault under way. Being trapped in here was scary enough, but it still seemed safer than the unknown waiting for her outside. 

When someone grabbed the collar of her jacket and began hauling her bodily towards the door she twisted away from him, and got a swift kick in the kidneys for her trouble. When a second hand grabbed her leg, she kicked out and was rewarded by a grunt of pain as her foot made a solid connection. She kicked again, but this time they were ready, grabbing her ankle, and hauling her across the floor. Though she tried to kick her way free, Tina shot out of the van door like a cork out of a champagne bottle and hit the floor hard. 

Only the thickness of her jacket saved her from injury, though much of the breath was knocked out of her body. Quickly they hauled her upright again, grabbing her arms and manhandling her across the gravel pathway into some kind of building. Inside, she was dragged down a long, curving staircase and into a large, brightly lit room. For the first time since their arrival, one of them spoke to her. 

"Stand there cunt," he ordered," put your arms behind your back, and keep them there. You won't have to wait for long." 

Of course Tina did no such thing. The instant they let go of her arms she twisted away and turned back for the door trying to rip the hooded mask from her head as she did so. Three things happened in quick succession; the mask remained in place, it was secured too well. She misjudged the position of the door, tripped over an outstretched foot and hit the wall at speed. When she tried to struggle back to her feet she was battered angrily back to the floor. A hand seized her hair and dragged her back to the centre of the room, slamming her down hard on her knees.

"Where did you think you were going cunt? Surely you don't think we're going to let you run now. Just stop there, the boss will be down in a minute, then we can get things started." 

This time Tina's fear made her do as she'd been told, and once again the group waited in silence until she heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and the sharp click of a closing door. Despite the lights, all she could see through the loosely woven fabric covering her head was a cluster of shadows grouped around her. She could almost sense the eagerness in them now, the impatience, the hunger.

"Well that went pretty well," Tina didn't need telling who was doing the talking. "I didn't think we'd have any problems taking this one. I wonder what we should do with her now? Any suggestions?"

"Fuck her..." 

Their reply came instantly, noisily; letting Tina know her time had come. The next voice was one she recognised all too well, and his words chilled her to the bone.

"Right girl, now you're here, let's have a good look at you," he went on. "I hope you're worth all the trouble we've been to, I've got a boner here that's in need of a serious workout."

"Haven't we all," came the reply and Tina's body trembled visibly as the room filled with their crude laughter. The ring of shadows grew tighter around her, and there was a short pause.

"Well, we're waiting for you sweet pants," came the voice, it was him again, taunting her. "You can start taking your clothes off now, all of them. We want to see you naked." 

Stubbornly she knelt there, head bowed, unmoving; if it hadn't been for the gag in her mouth she'd have refused his order outright. A shadow moved in front of her and a hard finger jabbed painfully into her chest. When her hands moved up in a protective gesture, they were slapped away.

"Yes, I'm talking to you bitch. I told you to take your clothes off, so what's the problem? We want to see you naked... now start stripping before I really lose my temper." 

Still Tina did nothing, and the unseen hand slashed across her face. The bag over her head absorbed much of the blow, but there was still enough force behind it to send her sprawling across the floor. Tina was crying again as they hauled her back to her feet, and she could feel his anger sweeping over her in waves.

"You dumb cunt," he growled, "you think this is some kind of game? When I tell you to take your clothes off, you just do it bitch. Even you must realise by now that you don't have any choice; whether you like it or not, you'll be fucking every one of us tonight. We've been waiting weeks to get our hands on you so don't go spoiling it for us now. I'm only going to tell you once more Tina, take all your clothes off, and do it as seductively as you can. Show us what a horny little fuck monkey you really are." 

Tina continued to stand there and his first blow hit her in the stomach. The second brought her to her knees, lungs red hot and gasping for breath. Through her distress she heard the man sigh.

"Okay Tina, you had your chance. I guess you'd rather we do it the hard way." "Maybe she prefers it that way," said the first voice.

"You wish..." said the second.

The mixture of anger and the excitement in his voice was clear as he turned away. "Okay, she's all yours guys. Get her on the table and strip her, in fact tear the fucking clothes off her. She won't be wearing any of them again. Just remember to leave her panties to me, I'll take great pleasure in removing them personally..." 

Tina could smell the eagerness on him as he leant in close, it clung to him like the bitter-sweet aroma of cheap aftershave. 

"You're our slave now sweet pants," he whispered, "and slaves must learn to do exactly as they're told. If you can't obey a simple instruction like 'strip', you're going to find the next few days very hard. You're a big girl now Tina, you know exactly what we're going to do to you. Why don't you accept there's nothing you can do about it and make it easy on yourself." 

Tina stiffened as she listened to his words the use of her name, and his voice grew steadily louder as the instructions continued.

"You're here to be trained as a sex toy Tina. In case you haven't heard the term before, that's an attractive young woman just like you, whose sole purpose in life is to provide sexual pleasure to any man who fancies it. You're just the latest in a long string of girls we've brought down here to be trained for pleasure."

He paused for a moment and allowed his words to sink in, before continuing.

"We hurt the ones who misbehave by the way; sometimes it's the only way they learn what's expected of them. Personally, teaching whores respest is the part I enjoy most." 

As he spoke, his hand reached out and seized her breast, squeezing it hard as she tried to twist away. Tina seemed unaware that her nipples had been showing so clearly through the white cotton of her blouse and, when she yelped, it was a mixture of pain and surprise. He laughed at her reaction.

"That's right sweet pants, squeal as much as you like; you'll be squealing like a pig once we get stuck into you." 

"Yeah, a fuck pig," said another voice.

The dominant shadow moved away and invited the others to close in and strip her. In seconds she was swept off her feet, swung into the air and slammed down hard on a table she hadn't even realised was there. Eagerly they began tearing at her clothes, dragging her body this way and that in their first frantic efforts to strip her. 

The denim jacket went right away, followed almost immediately by her white blouse. She could feel its buttons popping down her chest one by one, and the sound of rending cotton soon filled her ears as they ripped the last remnants of modesty from her torso.

Instinctively Tina's hands flailed in front of her as she tried to protect herself, only to have them beaten away again. They were laughing as they toyed with her, clearly enjoying their work. A hand seized her bra and jerked it sharply upwards, trying to tear it from her body in one sharp movement. Though the garment held firm, her breasts spilled down across her chest, bouncing around like a pair of playful puppies. 

It took them a mere matter of seconds to remove her bra entirely, dragging it up over her head and almost choking her on the way. Distracted by their first sight of her half-naked body writhing across the tabletop, some of them began to maul her breasts, whilst the others switched their attention to removing her jeans. They'd been ordered to strip the girl, and strip her they did. Not surprisingly it was an order Mason never had to give twice. 

Fumbling fingers unbuckled her belt as they tried to wrench off her denims, though they succeeded only in dragging them as far as her hips in that first frantic effort. Two of them pinned her to the table, while the others hauled her jeans the rest of the way down, turning them inside out in the process. To Tina it felt as though she was being skinned alive, and for a brief moment her bare legs thrashed across the table as she kicked out at them. She heard a grunt of pain, and a muffled curse.

"Hold her down," someone muttered. "Get hold of her fuckin' legs will you?" 

Within seconds she was pinned down again; there were just too many of them, and they were too strong for her. For some time now she'd realised there could only be one outcome to her struggle, and now that she was almost naked, her rape was only moments away. Apart from the briefest of pale pink satin thongs, that did little more than highlight her pussy mound, Tina had been stripped. Briefly the men went quiet as they got their first look at her body, and inevitably the initial verdicts began to flow.

"Shit," said one of them, "look at the body on that. She's a fit little cunt; this is going to be a hell of a night."

"Not for her it isn't," came the reply.

"Who are you kidding? She'll love it once she gets that first cock inside her. Women are all the same, eager as £5 whores when they get the scent of a good shagging in their nostrils. This one will be no different you'll see; give her a few days and she'll be begging us for it."

"Don't get carried away big man, we don't want to damage the merchandise unless we have to; she's far too valuable for that. We're just going to give her a good seeing to tonight, make sure she understands what she's doing here."

Their words sent Tina into another bout of wild thrashing, but all of it was wasted effort. She knew they weren't going to let her go now, but that didn't mean she could relax and let them have their way with her. Slowly she calmed down.

"Feisty little bitch aren't you?" said one.

"Yeah, all the more fun for us," came the reply. 

As they laughed, Tina sensed a shadow fall across her. Someone was standing right in front of her. Even before she heard his voice she knew who it would be.

"Hear that did you Tina?" he asked, "are you going to have fun tonight? Sounds to me like you're going to be a busy little girl doesn't it? I bet you don't even know how many of us there are do you?" When her body stiffened, he leant even closer. "Well, there's five of us sweetheart; and we've been watching you for weeks, just waiting for the right moment to get our hands on you. And now here you are, almost naked and about to be raped. Get used to it babe, it's going to happen a lot in the next couple of weeks." 

As he laughed, his hand reached down between the legs and began stroking her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. The hands pinning her to the table tightened their grip as he stared down at her. 

"Now, would you like to take off these delightful little panties for us Tina?" he asked, "or would you rather I did it for you?"

He didn't give her time to refuse. Seizing her thong in both hands he backed away and dragged it slowly down the full length of her legs. The knowledge that she was now completely naked seemed to deflate Tina, and when he stepped away from her she lay still on the table, trembling quietly. For the first time she was making no effort to conceal her sexuality, and a low whistle of admiration sounded in the silence.

"Look at the pussy on it. That's one tight little snatch if ever I saw one. Boy, am I going to enjoy having that wrapped round my cock."

"Never mind admiring the view, get the bitch on the rug. I want this show on the road," ordered the voice. 

His growing impatience was clear to everyone, and put an immediate end to the chatter. Quickly they hauled Tina off the table and stood her in the middle of the floor. Her sobbing was much louder now that the final stage of their assault had arrived, and she stood there nervously, trying to cover both her breasts and her pussy at the same time without quite managing either. 

"Kneel down for us will you Tina," he said. "Put your arms behind your back and keep them there until we tell you different." 

It was the opening phase of her instruction, and when she didn't react quickly enough for his liking, a sharp slap caught her on the side of her head and dropped her onto her hands and knees.

"I told you to kneel Tina, not fucking crawl." His hand grasped her hair and hauled her upright. Slowly her hands moved behind her back. "Now stop there," he told her, "and don't move a muscle. We'll be back in a couple of minutes." 

When they moved away from her, hope flared again. Perhaps they weren't going to rape her after all. It seemed unlikely that they'd go to such trouble only to release her now, but she could always hope. By the time they came back, her weeping had stopped. Even through the mask she knew there was something different about them; it wasn't hard to guess that they were all naked now; Tina and the five men that surrounded her. The voice was back as well.

"I'm going to take off your hood now Tina," it said, "so you can get a good look at what's coming your way. As long as you behave yourself, we'll be taking off the gag as well. Until I do, just stay where you are, because first I need to read you the rules; the ones you'll have to live by while you're enjoying your stay in our little hotel."

He stepped forward and loosened the cord around her neck; lifting the bag from her head before stepping back to join the others. Tina was left kneeling on the floor, looking up at them and blinking frantically. At first, the brightness of the fluorescent lights threatened to blind her, but as her eyes adjusted, the figures in front of her swam slowly into focus, and her heart almost stopped at the horror of what she saw.

There were indeed five of them. They were all men, big men at that, and her heart sank as she looked along the line. All five were as naked as she was; their cocks were at eye level, and every one of them looked ready and eager to make her acquaintance. Impossibly huge, they were rock hard and pointing straight at the ceiling and when Tina moaned audibly through her gag, several of them began to laugh.

"That's right Tina, take a good look at them," said the man standing in the centre of the group. "After all sweetheart, you're the reason they're standing to attention. Another couple of minutes and you'll be getting to know every one of them personally." He grinned again. 

For the first time Tina was able to put a face to the voice. He was a big, well-built man with a dark beard, trimmed short but still fading to grey at the outer edges. The cold smile that accompanied his words sent a chill of fear racing through her body. 

"Like I told you earlier Tina, you're going to be our sex toy for the next couple of weeks. We're going to teach you how to pleasure a man, so I guess that makes you a prostitute, though we won't be paying you for your services. Now I think the time has come to read you the rules, then you and I can get things under way. Welcome to your worst fucking nightmare." 

As she bowed her head, the tears began to roll down Tina's face once more.



Abduction No. 03



This is the third episode in the story of Tina Featherstone's abduction. If you haven't already done so I strongly recommend that you read Abduction No's 1 and 2 before continuing with this story.

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The five men stared down at her. They were laughing, all of them.

"Before we get down to business," said one of them, "I think we'll run through some of the rules. As far as you're concerned there are quite a few of them."

As usual, the bearded one was doing most of the talking.

"On our side though, there are no rules at all, except maybe the one. You've been brought here to entertain us Tina, our job is to see that you do." He paused, and indicated his four companions. "My friends and I are going to fuck you tonight, as many times as we can get it up. You've actually got the easy bit, all you have to do is lie back and enjoy it." 

"You can make as much noise as you like tonight. Fight us every inch of the way if that's your thing, it won't make a blind bit of difference. Now that you're here, we can make use of you any time we like. You'll have more cock stuffed into you in the next few days than you'd ever believe possible, and you probably won't enjoy it much. Not to begin with anyway. But this has nothing to do with your enjoyment has it Tina? This is all about us, enjoying you and that tight little body of yours."

Even as he talked, he was maintaining his erection with long, slow strokes of his left hand. A tiny surge of triumph ran through Tina 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 kind of man who'd get as big a buzz from hearing her scream as he would from actually fucking her. 

Just 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 hurt her, hurt her badly. Again she found herself wondering how many other girls had knelt on this very spot and listened in disbelief as their new purpose in life was spelt out to them in such simple terms? He went on.

"Like I said, you've got a hundred rules to remember. Break any of them and we'll punish you, it's the quickest way we know to train cunts like you. You don't need to know all them right away, just the important ones. We'll leave the full list for you to read at your leisure." He paused, "Look down Tina. Do you see that rug you're kneeling on?"

Tina did as she was told. It was a red, circular rug about five feet across. There seemed nothing special about it, and she looked up at him, waiting for his explanation. 

"Whenever any of us decides to pay you a visit and, now we've had a good look at you, that's likely to happen quite often; we'll ring the doorbell first. You get a full sixty seconds warning, but when we step through the door, you'll be kneeling on that rug waiting to welcome us. Your arms will be folded behind your back, giving us an unrestricted view of your body, The only thing you'll be wearing is a smile. Like I said, your tits and that sweet little pussy of yours will be in full view at all times."  

Tina shifted uneasily, the picture he'd painted had a simple clarity she found disturbing.

"No excuses will be accepted Tina. It doesn't matter what you're doing when that bell rings. Sleeping, having a shit, having a shower. You'll be kneeling on the rug when the door opens. If you're not, we'll be forced to discipline you." 

He paused, not that he had any need to labour the point again. Tina had got the message; she began to whimper softly. The more she heard, the more frightened she became.

"Like I said, you'll be naked at all times," he went on. "There aren't any clothes for you down here anyway, not once we've burned those rags you arrived in. So that's one rule you won't have a problem with. Just don't go thinking you can cover yourself with a sheet or anything. That is against the rules. Rule number three insists you keep yourself and your apartment clean and tidy at all times. You might be a whore, but you won't live like one, not down here. You'll find everything you need in the various rooms."

His hand moved in a slow arc, indicating the row of three doors along the far wall.

"The bedroom, the kitchen and the bathroom. it's your job to keep them clean and tidy. Now we come to rule number four. Down here you're not allowed to speak. Unless given permission to do so by one of us, you won't utter a damn word, except maybe the occasional 'please master', and 'thank you for fucking me master'. You'll learn to give the phrase 'Dumb little cunt,' true meaning Tina. From now on, the only time you'll open your mouth will be to swallow our cocks, and our cum. I assure you, both are skills you'll learn to master very quickly."

"Finally, when you're not fully occupied servicing our needs, take a look around. You'll notice there are cameras in every room. Someone will be watching you every hour of every day, so don't get any silly ideas about escaping will you?" He grinned. "There are loads of other things for you to remember, but you can read up on them in your own time. We've waited long enough. I'm going to remove your gag now, then we can get on with the evening's entertainment. That's you sweetheart 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 Tina, from now on you're not allowed to speak a single word unless you're asked a direct question. Nod if you understand."

She looked up at him and hesitated before nodding her head. He seemed satisfied, stepped to her side and released the gag. Working it out of her mouth, he allowed it to fall to the floor in front of her, sliding his cock head across her back several times as he did so. She couldn't help the shudder that ran through her body at his touch. He looked across and smiled at his four companions.

"Gentlemen," he said, "I think we've made her wait long enough. It's time to give this little lady a night she'll remember for the rest of her fucking life?"

A low growl of approval sounded in the room. Tina could feel her body trembling, her eyes dropped to the floor and her whimpering grew even louder.

"Listen to her," said one of them, "she's moaning for it already, can't wait for us to get it on."

"Get it in don't you mean?" came the reply, and again they laughed.

"Who gets to fuck her first?" Came the inevitable question. 

Tina didn't see who asked it, but she knew instinctively what the answer was going to be. Even before the other four turned and looked at the bearded one with questioning eyes, she knew. She stared up at him, knowing she was right. The bearded one would have her first, it was in his eyes. As though reading her mind he laughed full in her face.

"Oh, I think I'll start the ball rolling with this one. She fancies me, don't you Tina?" He jerked his thumb. "You can get up now. Stand by the table and wait for me," he ordered, slapping her sideways when she hesitated. 

Slowly she climbed to her feet, stumbled across to the table and stood there waiting for his instructions. One arm was held across her breasts, and her right hand covered the neatly trimmed patch of hair that decorated her thighs. Even Tina knew it was a futile gesture. The bearded one was smiling as he walked towards her, the other four fanning out behind him, all keen to play their part in the coming assault.

His hands reached out, rearranging her arms, so they hung loosely by her sides, allowing him unrestricted access to her naked body. He seemed to approve of what he saw.

"You've got a nice body on you Tina, I'll give you that. But looks aren't everything. It's what a woman does with her body that makes or breaks a whore." 

He looked her in the eye, spinning out the moment as long as he could, making her even more nervous.

"You're not looking forward to this are you," he said. Tina shook her head.

"That's too bad, because I am, and that's all that matters round here. To be honest I don't give a rat's arse how you feel about it."

He moved closer, taking one of her hands in his, and wrapping it round his cock before she realised what he was doing. Instinctively she tried to pull away, but he held it in place and shook his head.

"No. Leave your hand where it is Tina. You'll have to get used to handling cocks, it's one of the quickest ways to pleasure a man."

By this time they were nose to nose, his eyes staring down at her. Slowly he let go of her hand, trailing his fingers up her body towards her breasts. Immediately Tina pulled her hand away from his cock and tried to stop his hand.

She screamed as his trailing hand seized her breast, fingers digging into its sensitive flesh like eagle talons. The cynical smile never once left his face.

"Naughty, naughty. I told you to keep hold of my cock, didn't I? Rule number one, if you don't do as you're told, you get punished. Now put your hand back where it was."

When Tina hesitated, he dug his fingers into her breast again and, slowly, reluctantly her hand reached down. He pulled their bodies together, forcing her to push her hand between them to reach his cock.

"Good girl," he said as she touched him again. "Now get hold of it properly, and give me a decent hand job. Even you must know what I'm talking about."

She looked away. The flicker in her eyes comfirmed she knew exactly what he was talking about. His fingers loosened their grip, the pain in her breast diminished, and he began to fondle her instead. Squeezing each breast in turn, teasing and tweaking her nipples to an embarrassing hardness. He was testing her. He could feel her body trembling as she tried to back away. Only the table blocked her escape, there was nowhere for her to hide.

"You're scared aren't you?" He said. When she didn't reply, he used his eyes to ask the question again. This time she nodded, 

"Yes," she whispered, a tiny frightened voice lost in a very dark dungeon.

"There's no reason to be scared Tina. As long as you do as you're told, nobody's going to hurt you. We'll only hurt you if you misbehave."

She paused as his hand moved away from her breasts, and began to explore more of her body. A single look from him was enough to ensure she resumed her hand job. Her hand seemed so small, it barely reached round his hardened cock, which seemed to have a life of its own as it pulsed evilly in her hand. 

"You wouldn't think a thing that size would fit inside a tight little hole like yours would you Tina?" He said, "but I assure you it will. With a bit of effort, it'll go all the way in."

His stubby finger continued to trace a random pattern across the tight muscles of her belly, edging ever lower towards her sex. Both of them knew where it was going, but he seemed in no hurry, pausing for a moment to finger her navel on the way. From close range, Tina watched his tongue as it flickered across his lips like a snake. He was feeding on her fear, knowing how close she was to breaking point, and wanting to push her over the edge. When his finger reached its target; the dark, tempting patch of hair that decorated her thighs, she finally snapped.

"Nooooo...," she shrieked, and tried to twist away. 

They'd been expecting it, all five of them were onto her in a flash. Her arms were held firm, and she was hauled backwards onto the table. Her head crashed down, the impact filling it with wildly flashing lights. Even as her feet left the floor, the bearded one was moving between her legs. Lunging down with his head and clamping his mouth onto her pussy like a limpet. As his tongue probed into her, he lifted her legs, placing one on each shoulder. Forcing them up and back, he bent her almost double while continuing to tongue her remorselessly.

For a moment Tina continued to struggle. Yelling and shrieking obscenities as her body twisted across the table in a desperate attempt to break the connection. Hard hands were mauling her breasts and her buttocks, squeezing them, hurting them; hurting her. A face, young middle-aged, clean-shaven and dark haired, briefly swam into view. His mouth fastened onto hers, and he began kissing her, cutting off her cries and sucking the air out of her lungs. Tina noticed he didn't try to tongue her the way that bastard between her legs was doing. A matter of self-preservation probably. In her present state she'd have bitten his tongue clean off if he'd tried it.

'So this is rape,' she was thinking when the dark haired one finally pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. Her body jumped as the bearded one finally sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, and the screaming began again as he bit down hard.

Right from the start he alternated between pain and pleasure, sucking on her rosebud until she began to react, then biting down. Cutting off the pleasure before it had chance to become fully mature, always replacing it with pain. It was a cycle he repeated over and over again. 

From the very start she'd be taught that, for her, pleasure will always follow pain. She found it too much, her body began to betray her and there was nothing she could do to halt the cycle. After some ten minutes of this treatment, they hauled her off the table. Before it had registered that he was no longer between her legs, he'd spun her round, and forced her face down onto the table in front of him.

"Lean forward Tina," he ordered, "and get hold of the table with both hands. This is going to be a rough ride." 

Realisation dawned in her frightened mind. The sick bastard was going to fuck her doggy style. It was the last straw.

"No," she screamed as she twisted round and faced him. "I won't do it. You can't do this, you're sick. You're all sick. You have to let me go before you find yourselves in real trouble." 

His laughter rang loud in her ears. In fact they were all laughing, but it was his blow that sent her sprawling across the floor again with her head ringing. This time she stayed down, feigning unconsciousness, but he was having none of it. Grabbing her hair he hauled her to her feet and forced her back to the table.

"Hold her down," he growled. "Make sure she doesn't try that again." 

The others responded eagerly, seizing her arms and pinning her to the table as the bearded one closed in on her. Realising her vulnerability she tried to close her legs, but he was too quick, slowly his knee forced its way between her thighs.

"Too slow Tina," he whispered, "far too slow."

His knee ground into her groin and slowly he lifted her off the floor. She fought him, but couldn't match his strength and, inch-by-inch, her legs were forced apart. Tears of anger and frustration welled up, stinging her eyes, and she gritted her teeth. This was every bit the nightmare he'd promised it would be. His hand slid down her back, parting her arse cheeks and continuing on, down and forward. Tina's body writhed in disgust at his touch, but she was held too firmly to do more. 

With a studied slowness, his fingers slid into the dampness of her pussy, first one finger, followed quickly by a second and a third. Again he lifted her off her feet. This time he was showing off, suspending his wriggling prize in mid air, with his thick and probing fingers buried deep in her cunt. 

Once more she began to scream, one of many screams she would utter before the night was over. These were merely the opening moments of her ordeal. The rape of Tina Featherstone was to continue for a very long time. 



Abduction No. 04



This is Chapter 4 in the continuing story of Tina Featherstone's abduction. If you haven't already done so, I respectfully suggest that you read the first three chapters in this saga before continuing further. 

ABDUCTION NO.4

The unfortunate four who'd been overruled when the question of who would fuck her first had arisen, held Tina as still as they could, while the bearded one positioned himself behind her. She heard him spit into his hand, but it was only when his fingers began to probe her starfish that she understood his true intention. Her body squirmed across the table as she sought to escape the horror he was about to unleash on her.

"No..." she screamed. "Don't do this - please don't hurt me."

"Hold still woman," he growled. "How can I fuck you properly when you're wriggling around like a bucket of eels?" 

She wasn't allowed to wriggle for long. A large hand clamped down on her buttocks, pinning her torso to the table. Her arms were twisted awkwardly behind her back, forcing her head down against the table top. Tina was helpless, she could barely move as he forced his cock into her a fraction of an inch at a time. Despite the film of precum coating its head, the tightness of her anal sphincter made her difficult to penetrate. It 

also hurt like hell, and Tina was yelling blue murder from the moment his cock head touched her anal ring. 

It was obscene, five grown men assaulting one helpless young woman. It was easy for them to hold her down and watch as the bearded one drove his hardened cock into her. Because he was hard now all right, hard as steel. It was the noise she was making that did it, all that pleading and begging merely heightened the pleasure he felt. He redoubled his efforts, but it still took him several minutes to force his way right into her. His final grunt of satisfaction melded with her shrieking cries to fill the room. The sensation of her firm, warm buttocks pressing into his groin excited him even further. Now his cock was buried to the balls inside her, he intended to take full advantage of Tina's vulnerability.

This first session with a new toy carried with it an extra frisson of excitement that was always likely get out of hand. It was meant to be a taster of what Tina could expect in the coming days, but sometimes they got carried away, especially when the girl was as attractive as this one. The intention was to break the will of their captive early in the proceedings. Break it to such an extent that she'd end up begging them to fuck her, rather than hurt her any more. The combination of their training regime, and the new drugs they'd be trying out on her for the first time, should ensure Tina's full cooperation. In 

ten days, maybe less, she'd agree to almost anything just to feel another cock thrusting 

deep between her legs.

For the time being she was fully occupied, gritting her teeth, and trying to survive the next few minutes. Pain was pulsing through her in waves and her arse felt totally destroyed. She could feel his cock throbbing angrily inside her, like a balled fist, alternately tensing and relaxing. It was hardly a surprise he sounded so pleased when he leant forward and whispered in her ear.

"You're enjoying this aren't you Tina? I knew you would. Sluts like you enjoy taking it up the arse, because you don't have any pride. A real woman wouldn't allow me to take her this way; she'd die rather than let that happen. But you're not a real woman are you Tina? You're just a fuck monkey, and you're loving every second of it." 

Through the fear and pain, Tina muttered her reply. It was a stupid and dangerous thing to do, but anything had to be better than the agony she was going through at that moment. She hoped the insult might distract him, make him stop what he was doing and pull his cock out of her; but she was wrong, her words had the opposite effect. At first he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just for a second he hesitated, before the violence of her rape moved on to another, higher level. Digging his fingers into her hips, he hauled her back onto the full length of his cock time after time, listening as Tina howled like a whipped dog at the pain tearing her apart.

"What did you say bitch?" He yelled, leaning forward to catch her reply. "What did 

you say?"

"Mini dick," she'd called him. 

It had been a mistake the first time. When she said it again, her words sent him berserk. He pounded his cock into her, each stroke lifting her rear clear of the table and ripping 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 howl. For a while the bearded one enjoyed himself, slamming his cock into her time after time and riding the intensity of Tina's agony to his own inevitable climax.

"That's it, squeal you little fuck pig," he cried as he approached orgasm, "squeal for daddy."

Tina did more than squeal, she shrieked. Long and loud until, through the blur of her misery, she felt his cock explode inside her, pulsing wildly as it filled her arse with his poisonous seed. It seemed to take him forever, and by the time he was done Tina was lying very still, pinned to the table beneath the crushing weight of his body. Her heart and her arse were full of pain, and she couldn't even cry any more. At that moment Tina wanted to die, yet for the five men crowded round her, the evening's entertainment had scarcely begun. The bearded one might have been the first to use her, but the other four were lining up beside him. Each of them was driven by a burning desire to fuck her just as savagely as he'd done. 

The bearded one softened slowly, his cock crawling out of her like a huge, slow moving slug. Tina breathed a sigh of relief as it slid free, and his crushing weight lifted away from her. Actually she was being a little premature, because he hadn't finished with her yet. 

Dragging her off the table, he forced her onto her knees in front of him, where she found herself staring straight at his cock. It was hanging in front of her, semi flaccid now, but still large, and streaked in a foul mixture of shit and blood. Even as she watched, a long string of sperm trickled from its bulbous red-blue tip. He grabbed her hair, twisting her head, and forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes were wide and staring.

"Open your mouth Tina," he ordered. "It's your mess, you can clean it up for me. You can suck my cock until it's spotless. Don't even think about using your teeth, try that and you'll regret it."

Slowly she opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the foul object into the depths of her throat. Not surprisingly her initial reaction was half-hearted. A sharp slap to the side of her head made it clear he expected more, as his angry words confirmed.

"You'll have to do it better than that," he shouted. "For fuck's sake, it's something you'll be doing on a regular basis from now on. Suck me clean, and swallow every last drop. If you can't even give head properly, how are you going manage all your other duties? Put some effort into it you lazy cunt, 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 residue it left in her mouth. Even at this early stage of her training, she understood only too well that any sign of weakness on her part would be seized upon and quickly turned against her. As the bearded one pulled out and turned away, the other four closed in on her, and the groping began all over again. An older man dug his fingers into her breast and hauled her back to her feet, ignoring her shrill cries of pain.

"Get into the bathroom Tina," he ordered. When she looked confused, his fingers tightened further and she was dragged through the door as he did his best to rip the tit from her chest. "Shut the fuck up," he said as she shrieked her displeasure. He took no notice and, forcing her into the shower cubicle, he turned on the tap. The water ran icy cold, and hit her bare skin like a battery of hailstones. Her hands lifted for a moment as she tried to protect her face, before she realised it was a chance to wash the taste 

out of her mouth. Even then they wouldn't allow her to spit out the residue.

"Swallow it," she was told. "Swallow it all."

The cascade continued to beat down, causing her nipples to swell and harden embarrassingly. The older man was taking the lead now, for the moment the bearded one had disappeared. Reaching into the cubicle, he seized the shower head, and directed it at her body. Into her eyes, her buttocks, her breasts. Spraying her with the icy water, forcing Tina to dance to his sadistic tune for several minutes before switching it off.

"There, that's cleaned you up a bit," he said, as he guided her from the shower, "now stand still while we dry you down. The towels were soft and warm, and the remaining four took turns towelling her down, paying particular attention to her breasts, her pussy and her buttocks. The older man smiled at the look of uncertainty on her face. 

"Don't look so worried Tina," he said. "I'm going to fuck you now, but before I do, 

we've got a present for you, just to show we're not all bad. I think you'll like it." When he took her by the hand, Tina followed him rather reluctantly out of the bathroom and across the main room, stopping as they reached the red circular rug. He looked at her.

"You know what the rug is for don't you," he said. Tina hesitated a moment before

kneeling down and waiting for him to continue. "Good girl," he said, reaching forward 

and stroking her face. "You're a quick learner, that's good, there's still an awful lot for you to 

learn."

As he turned, the man standing beside him handed him a package wrapped in tissue and secured by a red ribbon. When he held it out to Tina the first time, she didn't respond.

"Take it," he said, "I told you it's a present, it's not going to bite."

Next time he held it out to her, she accepted the package. The tissue was decorated

with a pattern of red hearts, intertwined with creeping ivy. She was clearly unwilling to open it, and looked up at the older man standing in front of her with an expectant look on his face. He nodded. 

"Open it," he said, "and put it on. It's the only thing you're allowed to wear down here until we've finished with you." Her hands began to temble. "Open it," he snapped, his voice hardening noticeably, "open it now."

His anger only increased her nervousness and she fumbled ineffectively at the ribbon for several seconds before switching her attention to the tissue itself. There were several layers and, as she tore them away, something heavy slid out of the package and fell to the floor in front of her. She looked down, a silver chain lay curled on the rug by her knees, slim but strong. 

But that was only part of her gift, she could feel something else in the package, something lighter and bulkier. Tina was reluctant to go any further; whatever it was they were trying to force on her, she knew she wouldn't like it. She paused and looked up at him again.

"Go on," he insisted, and finally she tore away the final layer of tissue to reveal her gift. A look of confusion crossed her face when she realised what it was. A dog collar. An expensive one, but a dog collar none the less. Around an inch and a half wide, it was high quality leather, light brown in colour, hand stitched and lined with red velvet. The fittings, a buckle and three large rings appeared to be made of brass, and on each side of the buckle were painted two naked, langorous young women. That was bad enough, but it was the tasteful silver plaque that almost caused her to drop the collar. Clearly engraved on 

the plaque was the name 'Tina'.

"Would you like me to give you a hand?" The voice broke into her thoughts, she looked up. The older man was reaching out towards the collar. Without thinking she allowed him to take it from her hand and watched as he unbuckled it. "This is your badge of office," he began as he passed it round her neck and began to tighten it. Tina could 

hear the leather creaking as he tightened the strap, she swallowed uncomfortably. "It shows 

you're our slave, our pet, and while you're here you'll wear it twenty four hours a day. The only time you can take it off is when you're showering, but it goes back on immediately you're finished. Understand?"

The blankness in her eyes, and the slight shake of her head indicated that she didn't understand. He pointed at the chain, still curled on the floor at her knees. 

"That's your lead Tina. I'd like you to pick it up and pass it to me." His eyes stared

fixedly at hers, willing her to comply. Numbly she reached down, fumbled for a second before picking up the chain and passing it to him. 

"Good girl," he said as he clipped the lead onto her collar, patting her head as he did so. "See, I knew you were a quick learner. Now we're all going into the bedroom, it's my turn to fuck you next and, when I've finished with you, my friends here will take over. You've still got a busy night ahead of you sweetheart." 

He turned away and tugged lightly on the chain, though he paused when she tried to scramble to her feet and follow him. His head was shaking. 

"I didn't order you to stand did I? Stay on your hands and knees until I tell you different."

When he moved off again, he did so slowly allowing Tina to shuffle along behind him into the bedroom. The room was singularly lacking in furniture, but the huge bed sat in the middle of the floor, made up in size and quality what the room lacked in quantity. Reaching down, he unclipped her lead and patted her on the head once more. 

"You can jump up on the bed now Tina," he said. "I'm more of a traditionalist than the guvnor, I like my women on their backs, with their legs wide open, so assume the position please. Give us a clear view of your sweet little fanny."

Tina did as she was told, and the other three moved in seizing her arms and legs and positioning her in the centre of the bed. The older man smiled again as he sat beside her, reached across and began stroking her pussy. The two men on either side of her shifted their grip, each taking one of her hands and guiding them to their hardened cocks. When the older man parted her labial lips and slid two fingers right into her cunt, Tina groaned. Her head went back, and she closed her eyes.

For a moment she lay there with a hardened cock in each hand, as she waited for the older man to move between her legs. When nothing happened she opened her eyes. The fourth man was kneeling at her head, his balls swinging gently no more than twelve inches above her face. The first flash took her by surprise; a second, and then a third followed quickly. Tina looked up as the bearded one leapt onto the bed and fired off several more shots with his camera. He was laughing as he looked down at her.

"Just a few photos Tina, mementos of your first night. We know people who'll pay good money for pictures of you with a cock in each hand and a couple of fingers in your cunt. These are just for starters, by the time we're finished with you, we'll have a whole album of photos for them to choose from. You're going to be a porn star. Titillating Tina, desperate to fuck anything with a cock big enough to fill her cunt. Who knows, you might even get your own site on the internet before we're done."

Even as the bearded one was finishing his speech, the older man was scrambling between her legs. Within seconds his cock was buried inside her, and he was humping into her like a wild thing. In no time at all Tina was begging him to stop.

"No, no... Please don't do this. Please, it hurts... Please..."

"That's all right cunt," he muttered, "it's meant to hurt. You just keep begging, it's music to my ears."

He was aroused long before he'd plunged his cock into her, and it didn't take him long to reach his climax. And when he was done, the remaining three took their turn with her. One after another, they buried the full lengths of their throbbing cocks into one or other of her available holes. In between each session of rape, they lost no opportunity of humiliating her, clipping on her lead and forcing her to crawl around the rooms. Thrusting their fingers into her body, squeezing her breasts and her buttocks, kissing her hungrily. For what seemed like hours they whispered their filthy obscenities into her ear as they fucked her relentlessly. Telling her what a worthless little cunt she was, only good for one thing.

Even when the first round was over, they gave her no rest. Over a period of hours, the five of them used Tina to satisfy the most depraved of their sexual fantasies. Just as they'd told her they would during her journey in the van. The only thing she could do in response was scream; and it's hard to do something like that with seven inches of pulsing cockmeat buried in your throat. 

In the early hours of morning, the action became ever more frantic. There were times when they seemed out of control, crowding round her and fucking her two and three at a time. Between them they used Tina in ways no woman should ever be used without her consent, and what woman in her right mind would consent to being used in such a way. She was raped non-stop throughout that first night of her abduction, 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 on that frantic night was more a matter of luck than judgement. 

Even so she was unconscious by the time they left her, stretched out on her back across the floor. Her legs were crudely widespread, and a mixture of blood and cum was leaking out of every hole in her body. It pooled on the floor beside her, and made her look every inch the drunken, satiated whore she most certainly wasn't.

Tina's petite body, battered and bruised, was criss-crossed by strings of drying cum, a farewell gift from her suitors. But it was her mind that had suffered the worst damage. At some point in the assault, it had switched itself off to ensure the damage wasn't permanent, though her rape had continued for a long time after that. The opportunity to rape a young woman as attractive as Tina in such a manner comes rarely in a man's life. So it was hardly surprising they took full advantage of her availability. It was one of the reasons she'd been chosen, and all of them felt they'd been royally entertained. The party had been a great success, and Tina had been an inspired choice as guest of honour.

It was several hours before she recovered consciousness long enough to crawl into the bathroom. There she vomited violently into the toilet, coughing up large, semi-solid gobs of sperm as she did so. They almost choked her on their way up, the same way they'd done while she was being forced to swallow them in the first place. Finally, overcome by exhaustion, she curled up on the floor and fell asleep with her arms still wrapped round the toilet bowl.

Upstairs, in the big house, the three men turned away from the TV monitor. There were only the three of them left now. The bearded one was there, the older man and a shorter, skinny guy. The other two had left some time earlier, as soon as the future programme had been agreed. It was the skinny one who started the conversation with a simple question.

"Well?" He asked. 

"Well what?" came the reply.

"What did you think of her?"

"She'll do," said the bearded one grudgingly.

"Come on," said the older man. "Give praise where it's due, she was better than that. For a first session she took a right hammering before she gave up the ghost. At least we should get a decent price for her once she's fully trained."




Abduction No. 05



This is the fifth installment in the continuing story of Tina Featherstone's struggle against the criminal gang who have abducted her with the intention of selling her on into the sex trade. If you have not already done so, I suggest that you read the first four chapters before continuing further.

*

Tina was on her own when she finally came round, with only the empty eye of the camera to keep her company, capturing and recording every twitch of her body. It watched as she rolled over, dived for the toilet and retched violently into the bowl. The pain in her throat confirmed her fears that the nightmare of the previous evening had been no dream. Almost instinctively her hand reached down between her legs. Her labial lips were swollen and sore, her pubic hairs still sticky with the combined seed of the five men who'd assaulted her throughout the previous night.

"Bastards," she hissed as the memories flooded back to her. She scowled up at the nearest camera and swore again, "fuckin' bastards."

Upstairs in the control room the three men watching on the monitor grinned at each other.

"She remembers that bit anyway," said one, while another began singing the old Streisand number, "Mem'ries..." They watched as her hands reached up and fumbled at her neck. The collar she found there seemed to surprise her, and she stepped across to the mirror, staring at it in disbelief. It took her twenty seconds or so to unbuckle it and hurl it through the door out into the main room. Stepping into the shower, she reached out and turned on the water before turning her back on the spray. For the best part of a minute she stood there, her back hunched up as the water ran cold, shocking her into some kind of wakefulness. Once the water had warmed up, Tina could begin washing the strings of dried cum from her body and out of her tangled hair. The latter task was by far the most difficult.

Hurriedly she scrubbed herself down. Already nervous that she'd slept too long, she dreaded the thought that her sixty second warning would come before she was ready for them. She remembered only too well the look on the bearded one's face as he warned her that any punishment would be severe. It could hardly be any more severe than the treatment they'd already dished out to her, but that look in his eyes made her unwilling to take the chance. He wanted her to fail, that much was clear. The bastard didn't need an excuse to punish her, he wanted to cause her pain and suffering. What she didn't yet know was why. The shower was as thorough as she could make it in the time she allowed herself. Filling her mouth with water, she tried to wash the bitter metallic taste out of her mouth. The aftermath of all the come she'd been forced to swallow. 

Understandably nervous, she realised from the moment she'd woken that there was no certain way of knowing how long she'd been asleep. It was a deliberate policy on their part. With no clocks or watches in the rooms, the girls had no way of telling day from night. They would have to make themselves available for sex at any time, literally at a moment's notice.

Eveything she could possibly need had been provided for her. The flannel, toothbrush, soap and shampoo were all new, still in their wrappings, and Tina did her best with them. Drying and tidying her hair and scrubbing her teeth thoroughly in an effort to rid herself of the foul taste that lingered in her mouth. It would be days before she'd grow accustomed to that taste. A last tidying up, a quick glance in the mirror and she headed for the kitchen. Despite everything she was hungry and needed to know whether there was anything to eat or drink in there. 

Of course, they'd been watching her all the time. Upstairs the older man leaned forward, flicked the switch on the control panel and spoke into the microphone. 

"Morning Tina," he said, "glad to see you're up and about again. It's time for us to come downstairs and fuck you again sweetheart. You remember the rules don't you. You've got sixty seconds to reach the rug, and don't forget to smile. I hope that tight little twat of yours is nice and moist, we can hardly wait to try it out again."

The three men watched with amusement as she hesitated halfway across the room before scuttling back to the rug. The older one waited until she was down on her knees before flicking the switch again.

"Haven't you forgetten something pet?" He murmured.

Her hands flew straight for her throat. 'Damn, she'd forgotten the collar. Where was the fucking collar?' Scrambling to her feet she looked around in panic. It was on the far side of the room, hard up against the wall. Quickly she swept it up in one hand and ran back to the rug, looping it round her neck and trying to fasten it as she went.

Upstairs two of the men had already moved towards the door. The older one turned off the mike and scowled at the retreating figures. He wasn't happy with the arrangements.

"Don't know why we can't all have a bit of her," he grumbled, "she can cope with three of us easy."

"You know the orders as well as I do," said the thin one. "You'll get your turn with her in the next few days. For the moment your job is to make sure we've got some decent photographs to put on the website."

The older man shrugged, he knew it was true. All of them would take get a turn with the girl in the coming week or so, but the knowledge did little to ease his growing frustration. After all, the girls were being kept in his cellar, it was only right he should be allowed extra time with them and he wanted that time now. The photos weren't his only responsibility tonight. His main job was to keep a close eye on Henson, watch how he interreacted with the captive and report back any suspicions. Despite the hold they had over him, Henson was still very much an unknown factor.

Tina barely had time to fasten the collar round her neck before the door swung open and her two visitors stepped into the room. As they walked towards her, she slipped her hands behind her back and smiled up at them. It was the last thing she felt like doing but they'd made it clear that rules are rules, and the punishments for breaking any of them was going to be severe.

It was almost a relief when she saw there were only two of them this time. Two she might be able be able to cope with. It was a bigger relief still when she realised the bearded man wasn't one of the two. She remembered both of them from before. The dark one had been the first to kiss her; tall and well built he seemed quieter than the others. 

His companion was the one she called snake, an evil little shit of a man with the longest cock of any of them. Long maybe, but it lacked the sheer bulk to make it a truly fearsome weapon. That's where his name came from. That long thing reaching up from his thighs and swaying from side to side, like a flagpole in a high wind, or a cobra reacting to a snake charmer's flute.

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

The accountant was the last of the five, and his was the cellar in which the girls were held during their training. Older than the others, he was more studious looking, but along with his extra age he brought with him the pent up frustrations of too many years spent denying his depraved desires. It was only when he had a new victim to torment, that those bitter years of frustration became mere memories.

As well as providing Tina's accomodation, he was also the legal brains behind their organisation. Their business may be against the law, but that was no reason to ignore the legal niceties. International law was his speciality. It paid very well, particularly the 'under the table' jobs, the ones he undertook every now and again for Mason, the bearded one.

Tina remained kneeling on the rug, watching and waiting as the two men stripped off in front of her. Their cocks were already hardening in anticipation of the coming assault. From Tina's viewpoint this was merely a continuation of her previous nightmare, one that had no end in sight. When they were ready, they moved in on her, giving Tina a close-up view of their cocks pulsing inches in front of her eyes. snake was the first to break the silence.

"Don't think you're going to get an easy ride just cos' there's only the two of us. We're here to give you a serious working over Tina. Last time was just a rehearsal, now we get the chance to try out all sorts of different things on you, things you wouldn't believe." 

Tina shook her head.

"Please, you don't have to do this. Why can't you just leave me alone? You've had your fun, why don't you let me go?" 

Snake's forefinger lifted to his lips.

"Stop moaning Tina," he said, "you've still got an awful lot of fucking ahead of you yet sweetheart, a week at least. In the meantime keep your mouth shut, next time your tongue starts wagging uninvited you'll get a good slapping."

"Stand up," ordered the dark one suddenly, "over there." He pointed to the table where the bearded one had begun the first attack on her. "Get on the table Tina 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 a hungry, pitiless lust. Slowly she climbed up onto the table and lay down on her back. Automatically her hands moved to conceal her pussy, but a sharp word from the dark one was enough to change her mind. He shook his head.

"Don't be so coy Tina. A young woman in your line of work needs to keep her assets on view at all times. There's no point keeping them hidden anyway, we already know what you've got tucked away down there. We've both tried it before." He paused and looked down at her. "We want you across the table by the way, not lengthways, with your head hanging over one side and your legs over the other." 

Tina shuffled herself round but he still wasn't satisfied. Grabbing her hair he hauled her back sharply until her shoulders extended well beyond the table edge. Then he forced her head down and back until she was staring up at his cock and his balls only inches from her face. Right away she knew what he was going to do. Moaning quietly, she turned her head away, closing her eyes as she did so. His hand reached out and stroked gently down her cheek until she opened her eyes and looked up at him. His head was shaking sadly.

"You've still got a lot to learn Tina," he said, "always keep your eyes open when you're taking cock, whichever hole you're taking it in. Customers like to look into your eyes while they're fucking you; they like to see the hurt. If you close them again I'll have to beat you." He shrugged. "Sorry, but it's in the rules. You really ought to read them next time you have a few minutes to spare."

She stared up at him. Distracted for that moment she forgot about snake, until her legs were forced apart as the little man pinned her to the table and thrust his cock deep into her ravaged cunt. The pain of penetration was intense. She was still swollen and sore down there, following their first assault, and a strangled cry of pain escaped her lips as he forced his way into her. Screaming was allowed, she remembered, indeed it was positively encouraged. She found herself staring up at the dark one again, her eyes huge with pleading as he stepped in close to her.

"I'd like you to open your mouth now Tina," he said. "Say nothing though, because I'm going to fuck your pretty little face this time, and for god's sake relax if you don't want to choke while I'm doing it. If you even think of biting me, I'll break your fucking neck." 

With that final piece of advice he leant towards her, slipped his cock between her lips and forced it down hard. Instantly his cock filled her mouth, jamming up hard against the back of her throat. Tina gagged violently, her body twisting across the tabletop in response to this double penetration. The dark one began pushing down on her hard, forcing his cock deeper into the muscular tightness of her throat. 

"Ooooh he growled, that feels so damn good."

She retched again, even more violently this time, but his cock continued its journey into her gullet. Snake was pounding into her at one end, and the dark one was choking her at the other. She could smell the sweaty odour of his pubic hair grinding against her lips as he humped her mouth with long slow strokes, plunging his cock deep into her spasming throat time after time. Her naked body squirmed across the table as the two men double-teamed her. The dark one paused for several seconds to savour the sensation of her throat muscles as they clamped around his cock and massaged him to the very edge of a frantic climax. Reaching out with his hands, he ran them across her flattened chest and began to pinch her nipples hard.

"That's nice, you're a good little fuck Tina."

He paused until his need for fulfilment could wait no longer, he began thrusting into her again, hammering his cock into the tight warm depths of her throat. On the edge of unconsciousness Tina was surrounded by their animal cries as they reached their climax together. As though in a dream, she could feel their come pumping into her belly and her throat. The sensation 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 string of come across her face as he did so. With his cock no longer blocking her throat, Tina gasped as she struggled to draw some much-needed breath into her lungs. Instead she only succeeded in choking herself on the sperm 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 Tina," he told her. "Those are the rules. You have to swallow every 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 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 a bit," he said, running his finger across her face and collecting the string of come on its tip. Tina was a quick learner, without a word of protest her mouth opened and she sucked the sperm from his fingers a piece at a time until her face was clean. It earned her a compliment, the first kind words she'd heard since she'd been brought to this dreadful place.

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

At the other end of her body, snake'S cock crawled out of her cunt. A few seconds later he too was standing in front of her, his cock in his hand, inviting her to open her mouth yet again. This time she had to suck him clean. "Open your mouth cunt," he ordered, "lick it clean for me. Taste your own pussy juice on my cock." Once more Tina did as she was told, though with little enthusiasm for the task. 

Even in its current, semi-flaccid state the length of Snake's cock caused her problems and she had to take it in both hands to carry out his instructions. Sensing her discomfort he laughed.

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

"That's enough for now," he said. "Time we had a bit of a rest I think. In fact I rather fancy a cup of coffee." He looked across at the dark one. "How about you?" He asked.

"Good idea, make that two coffees if you would," came the reply. Again Tina noticed that small touch of humanity. She looked at him but he caught her glance and his head shook briefly. A warning perhaps? "Now," he shouted, the level of violence in his voice startled her. "Make it today you dumb little fuck. In the kitchen, over there."

Her face coloured at his sudden outburst, and she scurried off obediently in the direction the dark one had indicated. She knew where the kitchen was, but had never actually been in there. It took her some time to find everything she needed, and the tears in her eyes made the job that much harder. The utter despair she felt was becoming too much to cope with.

"We'll have some biscuits as well," one of them shouted through, "you'll find them in one of the cupboards." 

His words sent her on another hurried search. There were two packets and she laid some of each on a plate, an assortment of mixed creams and some chocolate digestives. The sight of them reminded Tina how hungry she was and without thinking she began to munch one as she picked up the milk from the refrigerator.

"Oh dear," said the voice from the door. "What have we got here?" Tina turned and stared at snake. He was standing in the doorway watching her chewing, with half a biscuit clutched in her left hand. "Eating the biscuits now are we?" he said, "you're not supposed to eat anything while you're on duty Tina. Looks like a clear breach of the rules to me." There was a grin of triumph on his face, "and you know what happens to little girls who break the rules don't you? They get punished."

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

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

"No, please, don't hurt me. I didn't know." 

His teeth showed in a mirthless grin as he flat handed her across the side of her head. 

"I told you to keep your mouth shut bitch. I guess we'll have to teach you the hard way after all."

Tina was stunned by the blow, but kept her feet as he grabbed her hair and hauled her, shrieking, back into the main room. It was the table again. They seemed to have a thing about fucking her on the furniture. Actually much of it was for the benefit of the cameras. Every fuck site in the cellar had at least one camera focussed on it, most of them had two or more. 

The dark one was waiting for them beside the table, a coil of rope hanging loosely from his hand. 

There was no time to wonder where he'd got it from before she was forced face down onto the table. The first rope was looped around her midriff, tightened and tied off to the rings screwed into the underside of the tabletop. It was a neat arrangement, the harder she struggled, the more the loop tightened around her. 

As she watched, snake reached down, to two short ropes hanging beneath the table and quickly clipped them to the collar around her neck. Suddenly Tina could hardly move, suddenly she felt very scared. She had good reason. It severely restricted her movement and allowed the two men to tackle her feet. To her surprise, they left her arms free, it seemed to be her feet they were really interested in.




Abduction No. 06



This is the sixth instalment in the continuing story of Tina Featherstone's struggle against the criminal gang who have abducted her with the intention of selling her into the sex trade. If you haven't already done so, and wish to get up to speed with the story so far, I humbly suggest that you read the first five chapters before continuing. 

*

Long before Tina's shrieking cries deteriorated into a low, persistent keening, the pitter-patter of the sticks in snake's hand took up their rhythm all over again. This time it was played out on the sole of her other foot, and with the beating of the sticks came the sound of his voice. Softly and persistently, he began mocking her vulnerability. 

"How did you like that?" He asked. "Still reckon the pain was in my dreams do you?"

For a few seconds she struggled wildly, but the ropes binding her to the table were tied too tightly, too securely. Now she began to understand why her arms had been left free. Though they flailed around wildly, it was a useless gesture. There was nothing positive she could do with them. She couldn't reach below the table to loosen the knots and nor could she unbuckle the hated collar round her neck. In fact, the harder Tina struggled, the more the ropes seemed to tighten around her. She soon gave up and lay quietly on the table, trembling and whimpering softly as she waited for the pain to visit her again. She could only move her foot an inch or so, and the sticks followed her relentlessly. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. 

This time he didn't keep her waiting quite so long, though the final slashing blow was delivered with equal ferocity. For a second time Tina's body contorted in agony, and the room filled with her shrieking screams as snake switched his attention back to her left foot. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. When Tina began to babble, he did nothing to dissuade her; to him the sound of her pleading voice was sweet, like the taste of wild honey on the tip of his tongue.

"No," she whimpered, "please, no more. It hurts, it hurts too much."

All she could hear was his laughter; all she could feel was the sticks beating out their cruel rhythm on the soles of her feet.

"That's the point Tina, it's meant to hurt, no point doing it if it doesn't. Are you ready to start begging us for it yet Tina? You know the words to use... I'm a dirty little whore and I want you to fuck me. I want both of you to fuck me, hard. I want you to make me come." 

Snake knew she wasn't ready yet, not by a long way. He could see and feel her body tensing as she gritted her teeth and tried to resist. She was still trying to deny the inevitable, but already her breathing was coming in short, pained gasps as she tried to anticipate when the next blow was going to fall. That was the true beauty of bastinado; the agony of the wait was every bit as painful as the blinding instant of agony when the next blow fell. He looked across at the dark one and nodded. 'Next time,' he was telling him, 'next time I hurt her she'll start begging for it. Next time she really will want us to fuck her, she'll let us do anything to her just to put an end to the pain.' 

Of course that's exactly what happened, but only after he'd kept her waiting a very long time. Pausing occasionally, and altering the pitter-patter rhythm of the sticks several times, he tempted her into that certain belief that the blow was about to fall. Watching her body as it tensed in anticipation and relaxed slightly when the blow failed to materialise. He chose the moment she was least expecting it to drive the blow home, the moment when her pain would be at its most intense. That was when Tina really began to beg. As snake had forecast, she began with a simple request.

"Please, leave me alone. Don't hurt me any more. You can fuck me if you have to, I won't give you any trouble." 

Every time she begged, Snake came back at her with the same reply.

"Not yet sweetheart, you can take a lot more punishment than that and you know it as well as I do. Besides, you're still only asking for cock Tina, and we need to hear you begging for it."

So the torment continued, the remorseless tapping on her feet, followed by that blinding instant of white-hot pain that lost none of its potency with repetition. Steadily her demands increased in both urgency and desperation. Now her whole body was shaking, her eyes were wide and staring, and her lips drawn back over her teeth in an ugly grimace. Everything snake had told her had come true, and finally Tina began to beg them for sex. 

"Fuck me, fuck me." She groaned, desperate to feel a cock inside her, even if it was only to put a stop to the pain racking her body. "For god's sake fuck me now both of you. Fuck me hard and make me come."

"Ask us nicely Tina," he said, interrupting her as her babbling demands threatened to get out of control.

"Fuck me..."

"No, no. Ask us nicely Tina. You know what to say. I'm a dirty little whore..." he prompted, as the sticks continued to beat out their rhythm. 

"I'm...I'm..." she hesitated.

"Go on, tell us what you are Tina. Tell us what you want us to do." 

She flinched visibly as she sensed his hand draw back, and suddenly the words came pouring from her mouth in a torrent.

"I'm a dirty little whore, and I want you to fuck me."

"How do you want us to do it Tina?"

"Hard. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, fuck me and make me come." This time there was an air of trembling desperation in her voice.

Suddenly the pitter-patter stopped. Tina had fulfilled all his demands in less than the ten minutes he'd forecast. It was time for the pain to stop and the pleasure to begin. Snake was smiling at the dark one as he stood up and began loosening the ropes that bound her to the table.

"Roll over sweetheart," he ordered when all the ropes had been untied. "Roll over and spread your legs." 

Tina did as she was told, though her whole body shook and trembled with the effort. She looked up at the two men as they moved in on either side of her. Each of them grabbed one of her hands and wrapped it around their cocks as the camera on the far wall focussed in on the tableau.

"Now, tell us again Tina. What is it you want us to do to you?"

Her answer came quickly.

"I want you to fuck me," she said. Snake smiled down at her.

"Oh, I think you can be more polite than that."

"Please. Fuck me... please."

"And?" For a moment Tina looked puzzled, then she understood.

"I want you to fuck me," she went on, "both of you. I want you to fuck me hard, and make me cum."

Snake leant forward until he was staring right into her face.

"And what are you?" he asked. Despite the pain she was in, Tina's voice had a brittle clarity to it.

"I'm a dirty little whore," she whispered after the briefest of pauses, "and I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and make me come." 

Snake laughed, the girl was a quick learner, but the answer he gave her wasn't quite what she expected.

"No," he said, "we're not ready to fuck you just yet Tina. The gift of cock has to be earned, and you're just an ungrateful little whore. Now I don't know about my friend here but I'm thirsty, so get off to the kitchen you little bitch and make us that coffee we've been waiting an age for."

When he dragged her off the table, the pain in her legs was unbearable. Tina screamed as her legs buckled beneath her, and she slumped to the floor in utter despair.

"What's the matter?" asked snake. He didn't sound too concerned.

"I can't stand. My legs, they hurt..." He shook his head.

"Who told you to stand?" he said, "I'm sure I didn't. Whores can crawl on all fours just as easily." He reached down and patted her on the head before clipping the long silver lead onto her collar and handing it to Henson. "Now off you go pet, into the kitchen and serve your masters properly. Two coffees, and this time, leave those damn biscuits alone."

Henson jerked on her chain and Tina began to crawl across the room on all fours. As she shuffled past him, snake reached down with one hand and squeezed her arse. Reaching between her labial lips he slipped a couple of fingers into her pussy. She was wet. Wet enough to make him smile up at the camera on the wall.

"You're quite a girl Tina. Your pussy's dripping wet you little whore, you really did want us to fuck you didn't you? You weren't just saying it after all, you really wanted it."

As she disappeared through the kitchen door, he noticed her head drop slightly, and knew he was right. Not only that, but Tina also knew he was right. She really had wanted to feel a cock being thrust into her, and the knowledge had shamed her. Interesting, he couldn't remember any of their earlier guests reacting in quite the same way.

"Come on Tina." Inside the kitchen, the dark one had unclipped her lead and was trying to pull her to her feet. "You can do it baby, just take your time. Lean on me and try to keep your weight off your feet as much as you can." 

She looked at him. He was encouraging her now, playing the good cop in their scripted routine, a counterpoint to snake's bad cop. His task was to encourage her rather than hurt her, giving her enough belief in herself to keep going when all she really wanted to do was give up.

"Help me," she whispered. "Please help me." The dark one slipped an arm round her waist and supported her for a minute or two, before she felt strong enough to relax her vice-like grip on the table.

"Come on then," he said. "Lets get the kettle on." Snake had been a little concerned as he watched the pair of them disappear through the kitchen door. Henson seemed to be playing his part well, a little too well perhaps. It was only when the latter looked up and winked as he led Tina out of sight that snake felt able to relax a little. Not completely, but then he'd always had his doubts about Henson. He might be a decent doctor, but he'd been rather too keen to give up that young lass they'd caught him fucking up by the golf course one night.

What was her name again? Sandy Williams? Yea, poor kid. Henson had given her up in a matter of minutes, just to save his own skin. Sure, he hadn't had a lot of choice in the matter; the General Medical Council takes a dim view of doctors caught fucking their patients, even when the patients were as willing as Sandy Williams had clearly been. But Henson hadn't put up even a token resistance when they'd given him the ultimatum. 

Snake had played a full part in the long and violent sexual assault that followed, though lately he'd begun to have dreams about that night, and they weren't the kind of dreams that sat easily on his conscience. Sandy Williams had deserved better, but then that could be said about most of the girls they'd brought to the cellars beneath the big house. But Sandy had been a special case, she knew too much about Henson to allow her onto the open market. 

Quite literally, the five men had fucked Sandy Williams to the absolute limit. The last time he'd seen her she was in a bad way, wrapped in a blanket and bundled into the boot of Mason's car, prior to being driven away to entertain the boss on a one-to-one basis. He never asked what had become of her, and that wasn't the kind of information Mason ever volunteered willingly.

In the kitchen, Henson did most of the work, though he wouldn't allow the girl to sit down. Instead he gave her a couple of his strongest painkillers, and made her hang onto the worktop, allowing her to grow more accustomed to the excruciating pain in her feet.

"You have to stay on your feet until we've finished with you," he told her. "It'll be worse if you sit down for a while. You won't be able to walk at all, and you have to walk back in there on your hind legs, even if you only take a plate of biscuits with you." Tina looked at him.

"But what about the coffee?" She asked.

"I'll bring th coffee," he said. "You just concentrate on walking." This time she stared at him, he felt she wanted to say more.

"What?"

"Can I ask you something?" He looked up at the camera, reminding her they were being watched before nodding his approval. "What's going to happen to me?" she asked. 

Suddenly he looked serious. For the first time he seemed unable to hold her eyes, though his head nodded in the direction of the door.

"First you're going to walk back into that room with your head held high, and when we're good and ready, we'll fuck you again," he said quietly, "but I'm sure you know that. Over the next few days we'll be using you on a regular basis like the boss man said. I'm afraid it won't be a pleasant experience, though I'm sure you'll get used to it in time. Who knows, maybe you'll find yourself enjoying it."

"But then what? You're going to kill me aren't you?" At last she'd put words to her fear. This time the dark one smiled; he was almost relieved to be giving her some good news at last.

"Don't be silly," he said, "we're not murderers Tina. You'll be kept here for another ten days or so that's all, until they get tired of you. Then they'll let you go, and find another girl to take your place."

Her relief was clear. It was the answer she'd wanted to hear, though it was also the answer he'd been primed to give her.

"You'll be back home in a couple of weeks Tina, and all this will seem like a bad dream."

Of course he was lying. Exactly where Tina would be going when she left the cellars was yet to be decided. Wherever it was, it certainly wouldn't be anywhere close to Walpole Road. An attractive, fully trained fuck monkey like Tina was far too valuable an asset to send home. Where she ended up depended wholly on who paid the highest price for her, and what happened then was of interest to no one but her new owner. As far as he knew, none of the girls had ever been heard of again. That was the reason they never bothered to hide their faces from their victims. No one ever came back to point the finger and say to the world 'It was them. They were the ones who raped me, all five of them.'

"Trust me Tina, you'll be back home in a couple of weeks." 

She should have known better. If someone asks you to trust them, it usually means they're not to be trusted under any circumstances. So it was with the dark one, but Tina needed his words to be true so, for the moment, she didn't question him further. On his part, Henson didn't give her time to think about them too closely, the flaws in his story would occur to her soon enough. Instead, he pushed the plate of biscuits into her hand, patted her bottom and directed her towards the door.

"Take them into the other room," he said. "Take it steady and make sure you don't drop any."

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'll be right behind you sweetheart. Hang on; you'll be fine, honestly. I promise."

Slowly she shuffled out of the kitchen, and hobbled across the main room before leaving the plate of biscuits on the coffee table snake had dragged across the room and left in front of the sofa. As soon as she appeared in the doorway she could feel his eyes watching her closely, and wondered whether he could see his own sperm trickling coldly down her leg. Snake was sitting at one end of the sofa, still buck naked and toying with his cock as he devoured her body with his hungry eyes. Tina stood back and waited for Henson to arrive with the coffee. He put the mugs down on the table and gave her a grin.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" he said, nodding at the table. "Milk and sugar for me if you will." 

"Me too," echoed snake, "two spoons."

They watched her pour the drinks before pushing them across the table, standing back and looking at them. They were staring quite openly at her; both were coming to terms with the fact that Tina was theirs for the taking. They really could do anything they wanted to her. It was Henson that broke a rather awkward silence.

"Leave the mugs where they are for the moment Tina," he said. "The coffee's a little hot just now. Why don't you sit here with us for a while, so we can get to know each other a bit better." 

Tina froze at his words. The threat of punishment was still strong in her mind, but Henson smiled his encouragement and patted the sofa beside him. Hesitantly she did as she was told, knowing it was a mistake, but also knowing she had no alternative. The instant she sat down, Henson grabbed her hair and yanked her head down into his lap. As the top half of her body twisted, snake seized her legs, lifting them across his knees, forcing them apart with his hand as he did so. Roughly he forced his fingers into her inflamed pussy.

"No, no..." 

Automatically Tina began whimpering, convinced she was about to be raped again. Inches in front of her eyes, Henson's cock stiffened and lifted menacingly as Snake rolled her onto her side. Three times he slapped her arse sharply, an action that cut off her moaning voice in an instant. 

"You ungrateful little whore," he growled, "fifteen minutes ago you were begging us to fuck you. Don't start playing hard to get now."

Tina felt the warm glow spreading across her bottom as he rolled over, and reached between her legs once more, his long fingers probing deep into her cunt. She was still wet and slippery from her earlier fucking, but the sensation of his fingers moving inside her body made her uncomfortable, especially when 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, suddenly he was laughing. "How sweet, I think the cunt really does want us to fuck her again."

At the far end of the sofa the dark one concentrated his attention on her breasts, caressing them gently and tweaking her nipples into an embarrassing hardness. Compared to the time she'd spent on the table, they were almost gentle with her, and in many ways that was worse than the violence she'd been expecting. The gentle slowness of their actions made her feel helpless in their hands. She hated the gradual, seemingly inevitable, betrayal of her battered body as it began to respond to their caresses. 

They teased her for a very long time, but they certainly knew what they were about. Pain and pleasure was the key; hurt the cunt and force her to come. They were the rules, basic but effective. The initial signs might have been small, but they were telling, tiny tremors that rippled through her body, tensing her stomach muscles, arching her back and lifting her hips off the sofa. The longer they worked on her, the more difficult it became for her to disguise those signs. Tina gritted her teeth, determined not to respond to their stimulation, but she failed miserably.

Between them the two men played Tina's body like a musical instrument. To her horror she felt herself coming ever closer to her climax and, despite all they'd done to her, she could tell it was going to be a big one. By the time her orgasm finally hit, she really did want them to fuck her again. Inside her head she was begging them to take her now and take her hard. For the first time in her life Tina Featherstone truly needed a man between her legs.

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

"Help me," she whispered through gritted teeth. "For god's sake you have to help me. I don't think I can take any more of this." For a second he paused before continuing his oral stimulation of her tingling breasts. In those final moments the two men balanced Tina on the very edge of her orgasm. Her body was lifting and moving rhythmically between them for some minutes in an obscene dance of desire, before the power of her climax finally swept her over the edge. 




Abduction No. 07



This is the seventh instalment in the continuing story of Tina Featherstone's struggle against the criminal gang who have abducted her with the intention of training her as a sex toy before selling her on into the worldwide sex trade. Before you dismiss the story as being beyond belief, know that this kind of thing is happening today in many countries of the world. But remember also that it is a work of fiction.

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Tina followed Henson's advice, but only after finding herself something to eat and drink. A small omelette, laced with mushrooms and tomatoes, along with a slice of buttered toast, washed down with two glasses of fresh chilled orange. It was the first food she'd eaten since being brought to this dreadful place and, with something solid in her stomach, she felt free to look after her appearance, a process that began with yet another long, hot shower. 

As well as cleansing her body, it also gave her an opportunity to apply some much-needed logic to her situation. Once she'd towelled herself down, and fastened the collar round her neck she began to explore. The results were hardly encouraging.

The cellar complex comprised four rooms, the largest of which was the central, main room. Leading off it, three smaller rooms housed the kitchen, bedroom and shower room. There were no windows, and the only way in and out of the complex was the door she'd been shoved through when they'd first arrived. A solid, high-security door, fitting flush to the wall and secured by a large Yale type lock that wouldn't have looked out of place on a prison cell. 

Ten minutes was all it took to convince her the door was her only way out, and she switched her attention to the array of cameras dotted around the four rooms. They'd been well sited, there wasn't a corner anywhere that allowed her any privacy, and she just knew someone would be out there watching her all the time. 

The same questions kept coming back to haunt her. Why, had she really been brought here? What had become of the other girls who'd been locked in the cellar before her, and what would her captors do with her when they'd finally had their 'bit of fun'; when they tired of her as they surely would, and turned their eyes towards finding a new plaything? 

The more thought she gave it, the more likely it seemed that she'd never be allowed to leave this place. Since removing her mask, they'd made no effort to conceal their identities from her. They must know she'd go straight to the police if she ever did get out, with a detailed description of all five of them. And yet they seemed untroubled by that fact and slowly Henson's promises developed a hollow ring to them. They'd no intention of letting her go; they couldn't, and slowly the fear inside her began to grow.

Once the rooms were tidy, she made herself a coffee before sitting on the sofa and picking up the list of rules they'd left for her to read. 'A hundred rules to remember', the bearded one had told her. Actually it was closer to forty and, down near the bottom she found the one she was looking for. 'Guests are not permitted to eat whilst entertaining clients, unless given prior permission.' 

Tina shook her head and laughed. So she was a guest was she? Entertaining clients? 'Some guest,' she thought, no hotel she'd ever been to had treated its guests in the way she'd been treated. The last rule on the list was a catch-all. 'Anything else that clients consider an infringement of their right to enjoy the guest in any way they choose.' In other words, as the bearded one had also pointed out on that first night, they could do what the fuck they wanted to her. Well, that was one rule they'd certainly obeyed.

Time had already become meaningless to her and in a way that was probably for the best. If there'd been a clock to watch, time would have crawled by, as it was there was nothing she could do apart from wait, worry and wonder what they had planned for her next time the bell rang. Unable to settle, she wandered aimlessly around the rooms for what seemed like hours before finally ending up in bed. 

How long she slept for she couldn't tell, but it must have been a deeper sleep than she thought. When she woke and walked out into the main room again, it soon became clear that she'd had a visitor. A pile of magazines, and several books had been left on the table. They were a strange mixture, from Harry Potter to Barbara Taylor Bradford, but they would at least help her pass the time. But it was the photographs they'd screwed up on the wall that really troubled her. 

They were of good quality, the ones they'd taken the night she'd arrived and been fucked for the first time. They showed Tina lying on the bed with a hardened cock in each hand, her legs spread and two fingers deep in her cunt. She was smiling; from the look on her face she seemed to be enjoying the experience immensely. As she stared at them in disbelief, the speaker crackled briefly into life.

"Came out nicely didn't they Tina. Just wait till you see the others, the ones of you being double-teamed on the table. Boy are they hot." The speakers crackled again, and the voice exuded menace. "Try and get some rest while you can sweetheart, you're certainly going to need it." A brief laugh was followed by silence.

All next day she waited for them, going through the same routine. A shower and a rub down with a towel before slipping the collar back around her neck. The fridge had been restocked and she ate enough to keep her alive, but no more. The knowledge that she was likely to be raped at any moment didn't do a lot for her appetite. Only again it didn't happen and eventually she slid back into bed. It took her a long time to get any sleep, worried as she was about what could happen if she slept so deeply that she didn't hear the alarm She needn't have bothered because this time they didn't give her a warning at all. What was the point? This was to be Tina's judgement day, and the first she knew of its arrival was the bedclothes being dragged from her body and the bearded one's voice grating harshly in her ear.

"Wake up you little cunt, it's time you learnt the price of disobedience."

This time a couple of hand held video cameras recorded every moment of their assault, and a very 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 shrieking cries of their victim.

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Five days later, Tina's Ma was dusting around the front room in Walpole Road when the morning post dropped 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 Mr. and Mrs. Featherstone in neat, but unremarkable block capitals. 

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

By the time Charlie Featherstone got back from work there was a mug of tea waiting for him. They sat in the kitchen and talked about the video for a moment or two, but in the end they could delay the decision no longer. Susanne had been back at school for a couple of days now, revelling in the reflected glory of her missing sister. If she'd been at home, they might have done things differently, but as it was, he slipped the video into the player, switched it on and sat down on the sofa. Together with his wife, he watched the rape of his oldest daughter from its earliest moments; right from the opening scene of Tina sleeping peacefully in her bed.

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Her eyes shot open as the sound of the bearded one's voice brought her back to reality. On all fours she scrambled across the bed in a frantic effort to escape them, but found herself surrounded. All five of them were there this time, stripped and ready for action. The camera lingered on their erections, featuring each of them in turn, and interspersing the shots with close ups of Tina's terrified face as she crouched on the bed and stared at them wide eyed.

"That's right Tina," said a voice off camera, "take a good look at them sweetheart. Five big cocks, and every one of them is just dieing to get up your tight little snatch again. It's going to be another all-night session for you I'm afraid, but I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself as usual. I'm sure you'll put on a good show for the cameras."

Tina's Mum and Dad looked at each other in disbelief. They should have switched off the video at that point and called in 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 the threats were genuine it was too late; they were already hooked by what they were watching.

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On the bed Tina was crouching in front of them. She had nowhere left to run and nowhere to hide. Hope was gone and she began to cry. 

"No, please," she said in a low, trembling voice. "Don't hurt me again. I don't think I can take any more. Please let me go, I won't tell anyone."

Their laughter rang loud, and the camera moved in closer to catch Tina's tears as they streamed down her cheek. The look on her face changed; suddenly it became a grimace of pain as a hand reached out, grabbed her hair and began to drag her off the bed. On all fours she braced her body and tried to resist but inevitably she slid off the end of the bed, and landed in a heap on the floor, bruising her knees. 

"Oh, you don't want to go just yet sweetheart. You don't want to leave before the fun gets under way. You're really going to enjoy this session Tina, this is where you find out what it's like to get a good, old fashioned shagging. Believe me sweetheart it's going to be all pleasure from here on in," though he didn't say for whom most of the pleasure would be. For the sake of the soundtrack his voice hardened. "We're going to fuck your brains out tonight Tina, you know that don't you, by the time we've finished, you won't know what planet you're on. Oh and by the way, we're going to film everything tonight, so we can send the pictures to Mummy and Daddy. Let them see what a horny little cunt their daughter is turning into."

A 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 this is your chance to be a big-time porn star. Men all over the world will wank themselves blind while they dream of having you impaled on their cocks."

The TV screen faded into darkness and stayed that way for twenty seconds or so. Tina's Mum and Dad looked at each other, both wondering, hoping the video was over. Slowly they realised their daughter's voice was whispering to them out of the darkened screen. At first it was so faint they could hardly make out what she was saying, but slowly the sound got louder and clearer.

"Oh god...help me...oh yes...oh please...fuck me..."

It was a sequence mostly taken from the soundtrack recorded on the previous day as Tina had lain on the table, waiting for the next blast of pain to shoot up her leg and into her body. Her breathing was fast and shallow, full of fear and expectation. Ten seconds it went on for, fifteen, twenty and then...an inhuman scream of pain burst from the screen and filled the room. Her parents clutched each other in horror, unable to drag their eyes away from the picture of Tina's shrieking face that suddenly filled the screen in front of them.

Her anguish was clear to see and slowly the camera pulled back to reveal the cause. Tina's arms had been roped to a wooden beam in the main room, suspending her against the wall a couple of feet from the ground. Her parents watched as a large, well-built man stepped forward and forced his cock into her writhing body. Each new thrust tore a gasp of pain from her mouth as she rode up and down the wall impaled on the end of his huge, thrusting cock.

"Get in close on her face," said a voice. From the regular grunting that accompanied the words, it could only have been the bastard who was raping their daughter. "I want them to see her reaction when I cum inside her."

He certainly took his time about fucking Tina. He enjoyed her to the full, hurting her and making her squeal, generally putting on a show for the cameras. It was a long five minutes before his back straightened and he shot his load into her body. As he grunted his satisfaction, Tina's screams reached a new crescendo and her head thrashed back and forth for a good thirty seconds before it began to slow.

When the writhing of her body had stopped, the man stepped back and eased his cock out of her, leaving her hanging there on the wall, her body twitching and shaking. Kneeling on the floor beside her, he spread her legs with his hands, opening her pussy to the pitiless gaze of the cameras.

"Take a look at that," he said, "now that's what I call a cunt. Isn't it just beautiful?" 

The camera moved in closer. Beneath the dark dusting of pubic hair, Tina's cunt glowed an angry red rather than the delicate shade of pink it had been when they first stripped her. It glistened wetly under the lights, and even as her parents watched, her open hole pulsed gently and the first traces of his semen came leaking out of her and trickled slowly down her leg.

It was too much for Tina's mother. She stood up and walked across to the telephone. The card the police had left with them was lying on the table and, in a daze, she rang the number.

"Can I speak to Inspector Mason please," she said, her voice sounded 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 trickling slowly down her daughter's legs.

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

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

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

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

"Look at the pussy on her," the voice was saying. "Don't you wish you'd had a bit of that while you had the chance daddy? I can't believe you've lived in the same house as a horny cunt like this without fucking it 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 home in the early hours, drunk and unconscious. His wife had undressed her, washed her down with a flannel and together they'd lifted her into her 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 caused by the streetlight creeping through a gap in the curtains. 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, the depth of attraction he felt for her horrified him and he'd stood there for some time devouring her raw sexuality with his hungry eyes. Lifting her onto the bed had been awkward and, though he did his best to fight the urge, her nakedness had drawn his hands to her body with a magnetic power he found impossible to resist.

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

That slight movement was enough to bring him to his senses. Was he really on the point of fucking his own daughter? Oh he might have fantasised about it, 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'd 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, both at the time and since. And yet it was a decision he regretted in almost equal measure.

Regularly over the last couple of years he'd wondered what it might have felt like to take his daughter that way. Knowing it would have been both heaven and hell, always 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 admit to, and so remains unfulfilled.

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

"That's right sweetheart, pretend to fight us, it looks so much better when you pretend you don't really want it." 

The big man had her by the throat and forced her backwards onto the bed where he straddled her body as he forced her down onto the upturned sofa. Eager hands seized the ropes, securing them tightly to the four corners of the bed. By the time they were finished Tina was spread-eagled helplessly across the back of the sofa. Her body lay open and available for the use of them all. Tina knew it, but she could do nothing to stop them.

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

"You've got to be joking. You're not going anywhere Tina."

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




Abduction No. 07



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

Even when the whip finally stopped, the stinging went on. So painful was it that it took several minutes before Tina realised the beating had stopped and someone was eating out her pussy. Her parents knew 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 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 offered to her lips. Her eyes were wide open as it slid down her throat, both her parents wondered why that should be. For the next few minutes they sat in near silence and watched their daughter choking as that same cock was forced down her throat. Both of them were crying now, it was a mixture of anger and frustration. Yet strangely neither of them felt able to reach out to the other for support. Instead they sat apart, one at each end of the sofa, as they watched their daughter's suffering. Unable to reach out and help either her or each other, they just went on watching.

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

On the screen someone began to maul at Tina's breasts. Alternately squeezing and pulling hard at her nipples, hurting breasts already made painful by the attention of the whip. The camera panned round slightly, highlighting the other end of her body as it shifted uncomfortably in its rope bindings. A second cock was forcing its way into her waiting cunt, lifting her and pushing her forward slightly as it joined the one already buried in her throat. Each new thrust penetrated deeper into her body as her assailants double-teamed her, building up a steady rhythm between them. And still her eyes stayed open, staring wildly into the camera, pleading for mercy. It was the accountant whose cock was buried in her throat. Her parents weren't to know that, but Tina would have known his cock, even if her eyes HAD been closed. Like Mason, he seemed in no great hurry to reach his climax. In fact he seemed to relish Tina's obvious discomfort, her obvious inability to cope with the thing that was slowly choking the life out of her. Despite the layer of duvets softening the sofa's sharper angles, the attention she was getting at both ends threatened to snap her body like a dry twig. In the end unconsciousness came to her aid, and 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. How dare you go to sleep on me while I'm shagging you." 

He seemed to take her lapse into unconsciousness as a personal affront to his manhood, and his anger came across clearly to her watching parents. What wasn't so clear was the reason behind his anger; but then they hadn't seen the set of rules that Tina was now expected to live by. As soon as she came round she began choking on the semen lodged in her throat, but instead of spitting it out, she did her best to swallow it.

"My but you're a hot one aren't you Tina," said the voice. Her tongue ran wetly across her lips as she struggled to lap up the last remains of his cum. "You're really getting a taste for it aren't you sweetheart. Swallow all of it remember, every last drop."

As the camera pulled away it became clear that Tina was still being fucked energetically. Her body was moving steadily, almost rhythmically back and forth within the restraint of her ropes, the movement accompanied by the tuneless grunts of her rapist. With infinite slowness the picture panned down her naked body before focussing on the cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. Eventually this man also reached his climax. It was the mechanic, and the noise he made when he came sounded less than human. Tina felt the rush of his sperm as he ejaculated deep into her belly.

Through a haze of tears, her parents watched in disbelief as two more cocks moved in to take their turn, and the fucking of Tina Featherstone continued with hardly a break. 

"That's it baby," growled the voice. "Keep it going. You're doing well for a beginner. I told you it was a lot of fun didn't I? Knew you'd enjoy it if you worked at it hard enough. It's early days yet though Tina, we've all got a long night ahead of us. Especially you." 

The word 'you,' was almost spat out of the sound track and cut into her parents in precisely the way it was meant to do.

Tina lifted her head and tried to turn away, but even as her mouth opened to protest, the next cock slid between her lips. The way the video had been edited made it seem as though her mouth had opened to welcome the new member into her throat. Nothing could have been further from the truth. She gagged violently as it hit the back of her throat, and forced its way into her gullet. The combination of close up camera work and accurate sound recording filled the room, burying the reality of their daughter's rape forever in her parents' memories. 

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

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



Abduction No. 08



This is the eighth instalment in the tale of Tina Featherstone's abduction and training before being sold into the worldwide sex trade. If you haven't already done so, I recommend that you read the earlier chapters and bring yourselves up to speed with the story.

Feedback and suggestions for future storylines are always welcome. Please remember though, this is a work of fiction.

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Somehow, knowing she had Henson's cock inside her was a comfort to Tina. Despite her growing conviction that he'd been lying about almost everything, he was still the only one of her abductors who'd shown her any semblance of sympathy. Even when he was fucking her, he seemed to do it with a tenderness that bordered almost on affection. Maybe he was just putting on a show, then again maybe it was all in her imagination, but Tina needed something to hang on to and right now that something was Henson.

With a growing horror she realised her body was close to betraying her again. Though bound tightly across the bed, her hips were lifting and moving in a natural response to the steady driving thrust of Henson's cock. Her movements didn't go unnoticed, and as the cameras moved in to catch the moment in close up, she heard the bearded one's laughter.

"Fuck me," he said, "look at the way she's moving. You're really starting to enjoy this aren't you Tina."

"Dirty little cunt," was the accountant's harsh assessment. 

Tina shivered; his comment was too close to the truth for her liking, summing up in three short words the way she felt about herself. A couple of days earlier Snake and Henson had combined to give her the most intense experience of her life. Now she was gritting her teeth and trying to ensure the same pair didn't bring her off a second time. If that didn't make her a 'dirty little cunt', she didn't know what would. Without Snake's cock buried in her throat, she knew her moans of pleasure would have given her away long before now.

Open eyed she stared at Snake's testicles slapping into her face as he slid that long cock of his in and out of her throat. Concentrating on their ugliness and the harsh, sweaty odour of his groin, she tried to take her mind off the need for fulfilment building inside her brain. For some reason she chose to remember the lyrics to one of her favourite songs, Madonna – 'I'm a virgin.' Hardly the most appropriate choice given the circumstances, particularly when her mind kept changing the words. Instead of 'kissed for the very first time' they kept coming out as 'fucked for the very first time.' Only this wasn't the first time they'd fucked Tina, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. 

If they'd realised how close she was to cumming, there's no way she could have resisted them. For the moment though they were more interested in their own pleasure and continued to use Tina's body to satisfy their own selfish needs. She felt Henson thrusting harder and lifted her hips as far as the ropes would allow. Alternately tightening and relaxing the muscles of her vaginal wall, she massaged his cock until it began to pulse crazily inside her. As though from far away she heard the long, drawn-out cry of triumph as he finally emptied his balls into her. 

A moment later and Snake followed suit, ejaculating his own sperm deep into her throat. The harsh roughness of his pubic hairs ground into her lips as he struggled to force his cock as far down her throat as it would go. Then he too was spent. He pulled out, leaving Tina gasping for breath as she struggled to swallow the cum he'd lodged in her throat.

For a short while her torment eased, but not so that of her parents. Unnoticed by its subject the camera moved slowly across her face. Picking out the string of cum trickling from her lips. The camera tracked it down her face to the corner of her eye where it gathered in increasing quantities until Tina seemed to be weeping tears of human sperm every time she blinked. 

Moving across her body, the camera lingered on her breasts, highlighting the savage red welts left by the whip, one of which blazed angrily across her nipple and seemed to have drawn flecks of blood to the surface. Her stomach was criss-crossed by the evidence of her beating; whether deliberately or by some freaky design of nature, the marks left on her belly angled down towards her sex in a series of V's, pointing the way to pleasure. They highlighted her pussy, wide open now, noticeably redder and angrier than it had been in the earlier close-ups. 

Tina's body was still shifting uneasily in her restraints. The pleasure of Henson cumming so hard inside her was still fresh in her mind and her open cunt pulsed steadily, until his sperm began leaking out of her with each new spasm. The camera followed the slippery trail down the crack in her arse, watching as it dripped from her body and soaked into the duvet cover beneath her. 

Tina's parents thought their daughter's torment was over, but they were wrong. What they'd witnessed so far was merely the opening gambit of a long, long night; a fact that was soon brought to their attention. The camera pulled back to show Tina lying open-legged across the bed, and that nondescript voice began discussing the numerous other pleasures that still awaited her.

"She's doing really well isn't she your little girl?" it began. "I guess you'll have to take my word for it, but she's quite an exceptional fuck. I get the impression she enjoys taking cock and believe me she'll be taking a lot more before the night's over." He paused; his next comment was clearly aimed at Tina.

"You've got cum on your lips sweetheart, why don't you lick it off before we go any further. Shame to waste it."

Her parents watched in disbelief as Tina's pink tongue exited her mouth and licked her lips several times before swallowing. "Good girl," he said, " now we can get on with the rest of tonight's entertainment."

The camera pulled back slightly, and a hand came into shot. The hand was Henson's, and it was holding a hypodermic syringe. 

"I think you'll find this interesting," the voice went on, "I know we will. This is something new as far as we're concerned, but it's something they use a lot on the continent I'm told. We've never tried it before but it comes highly recommended by people who have."

The camera pulled back further until it covered Tina's upper arm as well as her face beyond. The room was silent as the tourniquet was tightened. Henson's fingers flicked at the vein in her arm until he felt she was ready. Her parents watched the needle slide into the swollen vein and the thumb press down slowly, forcing the contents of the hypo into her bloodstream. There was a delayed action effect of three or four seconds before Tina's head turned towards the injection site. At first she seemed merely puzzled, but then a brief flash of pain registered the delivery of the drug into her system.

"I can't tell you what it's called I'm afraid; it's still banned in this country. But I can tell you what it does. It should give Tina a new lease of life." He paused. The full dose had been delivered, the needle was withdrawn and the wound wiped with an antiseptic swab. The tourniquet was released and the camera moved in, concentrating on Tina's eyes, watching for the first signs that the drug was taking effect as the voice continued with its explanation.

"They're using it regularly in the sex trade now," he went on, "especially in Eastern 

Europe and the Far East. Whores like Tina are big business over there and this stuff gives them an extra boost. It keeps up their strength and allows them to be abused harder, and for much longer periods. That's why Tina wanted to test it for us, to see how long she can keep fucking us before her body gives up the ghost. So your little girl isn't just a film star, she's a scientific researcher as well. Good eh?"

The camera jumped slightly and zoomed right in on Tina's eyes. Suddenly they seemed larger, and the pupils were dilating rapidly.

"There," he said, the hint of triumph in his voice was unmistakeable. "Did you see that? I think it's working already, almost time to put her back to work." The voice paused, "there are some interesting side effects to using this stuff though. It works on her nervous system for instance; it's said to make her body much more sensitive to pain. Why don't we do a little research of our own?"

A large hand reached out and began squeezing her breasts. Significantly he selected her blood-flecked nipple for his demonstration, twisting it hard and tearing a shrill shriek from Tina's lips.

"Hmmm," said the voice. "That sounds promising, I wonder if her clit's as sensitive as her tits; let's find out shall we?"

The hand moved across her body and when two fingers rolled her clit between them and began to squeeze his action prompted an equally extreme reaction from the girl. Even in her ropes, Tina's body twisted wildly and she began to babble incoherently. Her parents couldn't believe what they were hearing.

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

Of course that wasn't what she'd actually said. The tape had been extensively doctored and all four of the 'dont's' had been edited out of the original. Unless you were an expert it was almost impossible to see, or hear the join though you could clearly hear the laughter in the bearded one's voice.

"I think she's about ready for the next session don't you? The injection seems to be working nicely, so let's give her what she's begging for. I think we'll string her up in the other room and then she can start fucking us all over again. With that drug inside her, she should be good for another hour or two at least. I'm afraid she's going to find it pretty hard, but in her line of work it's important she knows just how much punishment her body can take."

Tina's parents stared at each other as the ropes securing their daughter to the bed were released, and Tina was dragged, stumbling back into the main room. Over in the corner, where the sofa had once stood, two ropes had been looped through a pair of heavy-duty eyes bolted into the ceiling some three feet apart and hung down towards the floor.

The ropes were fastened round her wrists and the slack taken up, hauling Tina's arms upwards and outwards above her head. She groaned in discomfort as her ankles were similarly secured to hooks embedded in the floor spreading her legs wide. It took them several minutes to make the necessary adjustments but, finally, she was left struggling on the end of her ropes. Her heels were in the air, and she swayed uneasily as she struggled to maintain contact with the floor and ease the pain in her shoulders and arms.

They let her hang there for several minutes, her vulnerability framed large on the TV screen as the camera panned slowly across her body. Her father was praying the police would arrive and put an end to this nightmare, because he didn't have the strength to do it himself. He took a glance at the clock standing on the mantelpiece. The police seemed to be taking an awfully long time to respond.

Tina's eyes were huge. Dark, empty pools of liquid pain, they stared across the room at her tormentors, at the five cocks lined up and eager to make her acquaintance once more. Already hard, they were keen for the assault on her to be renewed and, once more, it was the big man who got things under way. The same man who'd pinned her up against the wall and fucked her to get the evening's entertainment under way. 

Stepping forward, he ran his hands up and down her body before sliding his fingers deep into her cunt. It was still slippery from the sperm leaking out of her, and he used it to lubricate her arse. Her parents recognised his intention long before Tina began writhing on the end of her ropes shrieking and trying to keep him away from her. 

The ropes restricted her movement less than those on the bed had done, but they allowed her no room for manoeuvre. The frantic twisting merely upset her balance and she began swaying wildly as the big man moved in behind her. Reaching round her waist he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his rigid prick. Within a matter of seconds he was driving it into her arse in a series of short, stabbing movements until its full length was buried inside her. 

"Oh Tina that's good...so good...so good." And all the while the camera lens continued to record her suffering with utter indifference.

He paused, and for a moment Tina's screaming quietened to a tremulous, whipped dog, whimpering; but it was only for a moment. With his cock secure inside her, the big man leant back slightly, lifting her with him. The ropes around her ankles tightened and had the effect of spreading her legs even wider, making her all the more inviting to the watching men. The big man looked across at them and smiled.

"Right," he said, "would any of you gentlemen care to join us?"

Her cunt looked red and raw even in the dark surround of her pubic hair, but it made an inviting target. Snake was the first to react, stepping forward to take advantage of the big man's invitation. Angling his cock up between her thighs, he slid it deep into her body in one quick movement. Tina's mouth opened to scream but all that came out of it was one long, agonised gasp of despair. 

With the big man holding her in place, the pair of them fucked into her with a renewed savagery. It was like riding a seesaw; one going up as the other came down, and, as the rhythm built, their hands roamed across her body like a rash. They made Tina look, and feel, like a piece of garbage, the helpless filling in a slender fuck sandwich. And along with the rape came the pain. The drugs were having the desired effect and as the two men used her, Tina's screaming filled the room, soaking into the walls and seeming to go on forever.

Her dark eyes widened further, and she stared at the other three as they stood in a semi-circle, watching with interest as they waited their turn on the human seesaw. All of them, even Tina, realised that the drug she'd been given had taken their assault to another level. Her eyes locked onto Henson's, and there they stayed. There was something in his face that might have been concern. Tina knew she needed something to hang onto if she was going to survive this latest assault, and tonight he was it.

Her body swung back and forth on the end of her ropes as the two men continued to hump into her, and the sounds that escaped her mouth were more animal than human. The rhythmic swaying of her body, her huge, scared eyes, her whimpering mouth and her arms stretching towards the ceiling made a disturbing tableau. Tina seemed almost to be granting them absolution for the obscenities they were visiting on her, yet still they continued to fuck her. Those final few minutes were a crazy free for all, as the pair of them ravaged her mercilessly in an effort to wring every last ounce of satisfaction from her torment. 

When Snake's orgasm arrived, it came crashing over him in waves. His legs buckled beneath him, and for a moment he clung to Tina rather than suffer the indignity of collapsing in a heap on the floor. The extra weight threatened to tear her shoulders from their sockets and she groaned loudly. Slowly, reluctantly, Snake slipped out of her and stepped away only for the accountant to take his place. Answering the bearded one's earlier invitation he took his turn between Tina's legs and sunk his cock into her with relish.

Leaning forward he sucked her damaged nipple into his mouth and bit down hard. Tina's reaction was immediate, her body arched and her scream came bouncing off the walls for a good twenty seconds. Lifting his head he smiled into her face before leaning forward and whispering into her ear.

"You're dirt," he said, "just one more filthy little cunt for me to play with." Tina knew he was right, and the tears began rolling down her face.

For the best part of an hour Tina remained impaled on the bearded one's cock while the remaining three men took her one after the other. Henson was the last, he was her only hope, and though she daren't use her voice, her eyes were screaming out to him throughout her ordeal.

"Help me!" They were saying, "for god's sake help me." 

All he could do was stare back at her and watch her being raped. Though he smiled once, it was the briefest of smiles, when he thought no one was watching. The accountant took a full ten minutes to fuck her to orgasm, and again it was his orgasm, not hers. The accountant bit her again as he came, on the shoulder this time, and when he finally slid out of her she was left hanging limply on the end of her ropes. All her strength was gone. Her mind was teetering on the brink of insanity.

Henson was the last to take her, and he took her swiftly, as though eager to get it over with as quickly as possible. As he came inside her he leant forward and whispered into her ear.

"I'm so sorry," he said, making it look as though he was chewing her ear as he did so. This time the big man timed his orgasm to coincide with Henson's. All Tina could do was hang there and stare at the ceiling as they came inside her.

"Oh God," she murmured, "of God...oh God...oh God..."

She was already close to breaking point, in body as well as in mind, yet it soon became clear they hadn't finished with her. Something long and hard was driven into her fiery arse, filling it completely. The accountant stepped in front of her and showed her a vibrator. Only this was like no vibrator that Tina had ever seen before; huge, with an evil looking attachment. He forced it into her cunt, laying the attachment tight against her clit before taping them both into position with a long strip of sticking plaster that ran from her navel, down between her legs and halfway up her back. There was no way these bastards were going to work loose. They were deep inside her body, and there they would stay.

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

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

He persuaded her to dance that way for as long as she was able, and when the orgasm finally died, they let her hang, body trembling, on her ropes while they had a cup of coffee and discussed the obvious efficacy of the injection. They even went so far as to fetch the sofa in from the bedroom so they could sit back and watch Tina dancing in relative comfort. The physical side of their night was over; now it was up to Tina to show them how long she could continue to perform. Her legs would no longer hold her upright and, as her whole weight came onto her arms, she thought her shoulders were going to tear out of their sockets.

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

"No," she was whispering, "please no more. No more. Leave me alone, I can't take any more." 

But their response to her whispered pleas was always the same - laughter. The remote control would be passed along the line. Deep inside her body, Tina would feel the vibrators hum into life and once more she would twitch and tremble on the end of her ropes. Oh, and how she danced for them that night. Her slim body squirming and writhing to the twin tunes of orgasmic desire the vibrators were playing inside her. Again and again she danced her way to a shrill and shattering climax and, eventually into unconsciousness. As she did so the five men masturbated openly in front of her and decorated her body with their copious seed. 




Abduction No. 08



Even now the bearded one had one last trick to play for the camera. It was the only truly faked scene in the entire four hours of video footage, but it was one of the most effective. Their sperm was everywhere, it was a simple task to collect enough to fill a small open-ended hypo, squirt it into her eyes, and watch as it trickled away down each side of a once pretty face. The effect was quite startling, Tina Featherstone was no longer crying tears; she was crying her rapists' sperm. It was a shot they repeated several times.

An hour later her eyes were still open, but only Henson had noticed they were empty now. Tina Featherstone had gone away some time earlier; her mind had switched itself off but her body continued dancing long after they'd undone the ropes and let her crumple to the floor in a tangled, trembling heap of arms and legs. 

The vibrators they left in situ. The remote they switched to automatic, and finally they walked away, leaving her body twitching crudely across the cellar floor. Every twenty minutes or so the vibrators would hum quietly into life and Tina would begin to crawl helplessly across the floor once more; driven remorselessly by the primeval power of the sexual urges that flooded her body. Only Tina was dancing on her own now, dancing in the darkness of her nightmare with only her dildos and the cameras to keep her company and record her suffering. As always it was the flat, emotionless voice of the bearded one that had the last word.

"And there you have it," he said, "Tina's new career. That's what she's been doing every day since she came to play with us, that or something similar. You should be proud of her; she's very popular with her work colleagues as you'll have noticed. I think she's going to be a porn star of rare quality. Personally I rate her as one of the best fucks I've had in a very long time. In the top three or four of my all time list. But I'm afraid that means we'll be keeping her a little longer, in fact she might not be coming home at all." 

"There's always a market somewhere in the world for a talented little cunt like Tina. In the end she really will get to like it. In fact I'd go so far as to say that she'll reach the stage where she can't survive without being fucked several times a day. That's another side effect of the drugs she's been testing for us by the way." 

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

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

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

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

"I suppose you must be Mason?" She snapped, "you took your time getting here didn't you?"

"Sorry," he said, "something came up. We were delayed."

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

"Is this the video you were talking about?" Said Mason, the question deliberately obtuse. He looked at the screen first and then at her parents, "and that's your daughter is it? Are you absolutely sure that's your daughter, Tina Featherstone?" Neither of them spoke, but they nodded almost in unison. "Well maybe we'd better have a look at this tape, and the envelope it came in." He looked at her sharply. "You haven't thrown it away have you, the envelope?"

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

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

"Sorry," she said, "but I had to be sure. It's our daughter you see."

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



Abduction No. 09



I apologise for the fact it's taken so long to submit Chapter 9 of Tina's story. Unfortunately I lost my internet connection around the end of May 2006, hopefully, things are up and running again, and I can continue telling Tina's story.

Again I'd like to remind you that this story is a work of fiction. If you are under age, or fiction such as this is illegal in your country, please go elsewhere. Otherwise I hope you continue to enjoy the story of Tina's struggle for survival.

If you haven't already done so, could I suggest you also read Chapters 1 through 8. They'll give you the full story of how and why she came to be in the cellar. 

*

It was further couple of hours before the front door on Walpole Road reopened to vomit Mason and Snake, otherwise known as Sergeant Collins, back onto the street. Sealed away in a couple of evidence bags clutched in the latter's hot little hand were the videotape, and the envelope it had arrived in. Tina's parents had been forced to sit through the highlights of the assault on their daughter for a second time, answering a range of highly personal questions as they did so. Of course neither of them realised they were sitting only a few feet from the very two men who'd led the attack on their daughter.

Collins had to admit his boss had been right; but then he usually was. The only thing Tina's parents had seen on the screen was their daughter being abused; they'd hardly even looked at the men who were carrying out the attack. But, Sergeant Collins was still uneasy and voiced his concern as soon as the car was on the road heading back to headquarters.

"Okay, so you were right," he conceded, "they never even noticed who was doing the girl, but what was the point? It was a risk we didn't need to take. We've got a good thing going here, why should we risk everything just so you can prove a point?" Mason laughed.

"That's just it," he said, "I wanted to prove that point. I wanted to show all of you that nobody suspects what we're up to; that it's time we moved on to the next level. Oh sure, we should get a decent price for Tina, but selling one girl every six or seven weeks isn't going to make any of us rich. It's time we started upping the stakes and considering different markets." Snake still looked doubtful.

"Like what?" he said. "We're doing okay aren't we?" Mason shrugged. 

"Okay," he admitted grudgingly, "I suppose we are, but we can do an awful lot better you know. That's what tonight's meeting is about. First we need to decide when and where to dispose of Tina; then we can discuss what we're going to do next. Can't you wait till then?"

"Bollocks," said Collins, "you know me better than that. If you want my support tonight then I need to know exactly what you've got in mind long before the meeting. So you'd best get on with it hadn't you?"

This time Mason grinned; he'd been expecting something of the sort. 

Sergeant Collins was a lot brighter than he looked, and ultra careful. His role in their little group was security and it was a job he took very seriously; one he was very good at. He'd been the first to realise that both Crabtree's debts and drinking were spiralling out of control. Either one of them on their own could have posed a serious security risk; put them together and they became potentially lethal. 

So Dr. Crabtree had to go, and go he did; though the car crash that killed him seemed genuine enough even to the boys in Traffic whose job it was to carry out the investigation. Replacing him had been more of a problem. They'd considered (and discarded) three before Henson had made himself available. That's where access to criminal records came in so handy; it gave them background information on every member of their team, particularly the kind of information they wouldn't care to have made public. 

In Henson's case he'd fallen into their lap the night he'd been caught fucking a near-naked teenage patient in the back seat of his car some six months earlier. Her name was Sandy Williams, and at first he thought himself lucky it was Mason and Collins who'd caught the pair of them 'in flagrante'. As Mason pointed out, if it had been anyone else Henson would have lost everything, his job, his marriage, (though to be honest the collapse of his marriage would have been the least of his problems), and his reputation. 

In the end it was the girl that lost everything as usual. Sandy had been an unexpected bonus for the group, and by the time they'd finished with her she was already in a bad way. At the time she was the youngest girl they'd ever snatched by several years, and that fact alone guaranteed her special attention. On the third night Mason took her away for some extra curricular activities of his own, and by the time he'd finished with her all she wanted to do was die.

It was another twenty-four hours of degradation before that wish was finally granted, and even in death her body wasn't safe from his predations. She was one of the three girls that hadn't made it through training; for some reason the younger ones seemed to lack the strength of mind and body they needed to survive. In Sandy's case though, her fate had been sealed the moment they caught her in the car. It was part of the deal they'd worked out with Henson, a very pleasant part for everyone except her and Henson. He felt a genuine affection for the girl; if he'd known what they intended doing to her he'd have seen her safe and accepted the consequences. 

Tina was the first girl they'd taken since Henson had joined the team and even he knew he was only there on probation. They were watching him closely for any sign of weakness, particularly when he'd been alone with her, administering the injections and treating her injuries. That was his role in the group, keeping the girls alive and in good condition until their training was complete and they could be sold on down the line. Mason nodded his head, he'd always intended keeping Collins in the loop.

"Things are going okay," he admitted. He'd been thinking about the night he'd spent on his own with Henson's girl and he was smiling at the memory. "We've already got some decent offers in for Tina you know, I reckon we might get as much as £8/10k for her in the end." Snake whistled in genuine surprise. 

"As much as that," he said. "Mind you I think she's worth it, she's a hot little number. In a way I'll be sorry to see her go." Mason grunted; he seemed less than impressed. 

"She's just another cunt," he said. "Women like her are only good for one thing and the world's full of 'em. That's what I like about our set up, at least we get a regular supply of fresh young pussy to torment every few weeks. You know what they say about variety being the spice of life." He laughed, "we've got our eyes on some promising material by the way including an identical pair of twins."

Collins looked at him sharply, "you're kidding. How old?"

"Eighteen, and it gets better. As far as I can tell they're the natural blondes our legal eagle's been wanting us to get for ages." 

"As far as you can tell?" Collins' interest was showing clearly.

"Yeah. Short of stopping them on the street and telling them to take off their knickers I'd say it's ninety per cent certain. Their parents are Swedish and both of them are blondes themselves; so unless Mummy's been a naughty girl, the pair of them should have a nice blonde bush between their legs."

"That's going to stir things up a bit isn't it?" asked Collins. "If we get a pair of blonde eighteen-year-old twins going missing, we'll have the whole country up in arms looking for them." Mason shook his head.

"I don't think so. Teenage girls are going missing all the time, and just think of the price we'll get for them in Africa say, or the Far East. Attractive and identical, natural blonde twins - eighteen years old; train them properly and we'll be looking at £20/25k at least for top quality merchandise like that; and don't try telling me you won't enjoy training those two." 

Mason was laughing; he knew their 'legal eagle' wasn't the only one of the group who had a weakness for natural blondes. The Snake would do more than sway in the wind for a pair of cunts like that; it would probably turn somersaults.

"Have you got any photos of them?" asked Collins. Mason shook his head.

"Not with me, but I should have some by tonight.' Slowly Collins nodded his head.

"What else is on the agenda?" He asked, Mason was more than happy to change the subject.

"Oh, there's several other girls we can look at, but there's also a new trend I want to tell you about; one I was introduced to on my trip to Germany last month. It's a new slant on these Corporate Hospitality Nights and it's a growing business on the continent apparently. But over there they have plenty of girls being brought in from Eastern Europe. On this side of the channel we might have more trouble making up the numbers."

In fact getting hold of the girls wasn't really the problem, hundreds of them were being smuggled in every month to staff the whorehouses and massage parlours dotted around the country. What Mason really objected to was the price he'd have to pay to get hold of these girls; he had a deep-rooted objection to paying for his women.

"How many are you talking about?" Asked Collins.

"Four or five at a time, half a dozen at the most. You try to organise it on one girl to every ten guys or so. It's a private dinner party where the guys get wound up on drink and drugs and are shown a whole range of videos like this one." He jerked his thumb in the direction of the back seat where the video of Tina still lay in its evidence bag. "They'd just love to watch young Tina getting hammered for instance; and when the guys are all fired up and ready to rumble they wheel in the girls."

"They're always young, pretty and dressed up in their fancy duds. Nice faces all of them, nice bodies too though a bit of variety does no harm. It's a major part of the job specification; that goes without saying. Generally there's not too much going on between their ears, but what they've got between their ears isn't all that important is it?" He laughed, "it's their bodies, and what they've got between their legs they get paid for. Dumb little run-of-the-mill cunts on the whole, but attractive enough to make shagging them a real pleasure once the punters have got a few drinks inside them. The first time they perform they think they're there as part of the table decoration and expect to smile their way through the last part of a rather boring evening with plenty of free drinks in exchange for the pleasure of their company. And maybe, if they're lucky, a well paid fucking from some sugar daddy when the night's over."

Mason paused and looked across at Collins, "only that's not quite the way things work out. A lot of the fun is in setting it all up. The guys have to draw for which table they eat at, like I said, eight, nine, ten to a table usually. Just imagine ten horny guys to entertain one pretty little girl; the outcome's inevitable really. And while the meal's being eaten the guys run their own competitions to decide the order in which they get to shag the table decoration. It's all fairly civilised on the whole though it can get a little rowdy at times." 

"You sound pretty knowledgeable," said Sergeant Collins, "are you sure you haven't been to one of these do's yourself?" This time Mason merely grinned.

"Only the one," he said, "Schmidt took me to one he organised in Dusseldorf, but it was quite an experience. Like I told you, as soon as the meal's over the girls are paraded in and stood in the middle of the room, one for every table. Then it's the girls turn for the lucky dip; they draw lots to decide which table they're going to sit at. In fact all they're deciding is which ten guys get to fuck them first.' 

"It's all very jolly and once the first couple of drinks have been forced down the bitches the MC stands up, like the starter at The Grand National. "Gentlemen," he says, "are you ready for the entertainment to get under way?" The room erupts; of course they're fucking ready, they've been ready for the last hour or more.'

"And do you have your playthingss close at hand?" Bedlam breaks out again only louder this time, and just as the girls are looking round, smiling uncertainly and wondering what the hell is going on, he delivers the coup de grace."

"Well what are you waiting for? Gentlemen you now have permission to say hello to the young lady on your table. Have fun, enjoy them to the full."

"Within seconds every single one of those girls is on her back, probably on the nearest available table. Most of them in Dusseldorf were screaming blue murder; as all their fancy finery vanished faster than snow on a hot summers day. Their bra's and panties are particularly prized trophies; tradition insists that they go to numbers nine and ten in the pecking order, the ones who have to wait longest."

"But even at those low numbers they never have to wait very long for their first taste of pussy. Twenty minutes is about the average I'm told, thirty is a bloody long wait, and when the girls have serviced everyone on their allotted table, open house is declared. Pick your bitch and get in line buddy; the best part of the evening is under way. The hottest girls always have the longest queues but isn't that just the way the cookie crumbles."

"Even the less attractive ones get done fifteen or twenty times in a normal night, the popular ones twice that number. That's where the injections come in you see, without them the girls would never survive the hammering they get. But they get well paid for it in Germany, you'd be surprised how well. A lot of them are regulars now and they can get a real taste for it. That's one of the side effects of the drugs; the more often they get fucked the more they seem to need it. I suppose it's what you'd call a vicious circle."

He looked at Collins and raised an eyebrow when he got a minimal response.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"It sounds an interesting concept," admitted Collins, "but how much money is there in it? For us I mean. How many girls would we need, and how much would they cost?"

Mason reached into his jacket pocket and took out a brown envelope, tossing it carelessly onto the back seat alongside the evidence bags.

"It's all in there," he said, "the set up, the costings and a few photographs just to whet your appetite. We'll need someone to manage it for us of course, it's best if we stay in the background; but there are three names for you to look at and think about. Oh, and there's a good market in the videos as well. You'd be surprised how many of the guys want a reminder of the night. Doing all five of the girls on film in one night is quite a macho thing apparently."

Collins was watching the road. He slowed the car and turned through the gates into the headquarters car park and pulled into one of the spaces reserved for the vice squad. In the silence that followed, the two of them looked at each other for a brief moment.

"Come on then," said Mason at last, "I suppose we'd better see if we can find out what actually happened to poor little Tina, though somehow I don't feel all that confident. Actually I think I'll go over to the house and give the bitch a bloody good shagging tonight, watching that video made me hard as hell, I'm surprised her mother didn't notice."

This time it was Collins' turn to laugh. The brown envelope went into the inside pocket of his jacket; he collected the evidence bags from the back seat and followed his boss through the security doors and up to their office on the third floor. He had a lot to think about.

*

They'd left Tina semi-conscious, writhing across the cellar floor every time the vibrators hummed into motion inside her, but they didn't leave her long. After a shower and a quick discussion, three of them left, while the Accountant (or more accurately the 'Legal Eagle') headed back downstairs to tidy up the mess that was now Tina Featherstone. Discussion was hardly an accurate description; as always it was Mason who laid out the programme he'd decided upon while the other four merely nodded their heads in agreement.

"No more sex for three days, and no more beatings - ever, unless she needs disciplining or something goes wrong." He turned to the mechanic, "we should have enough photos by now, you can start putting together her profile for the website, but let me have a look at it before you go online. Doc... " he said, looking across the table at Henson, "you can give her another set of shots in a couple of days, Riley will help you." 

Henson's eyes briefly met those of the lawyer across the table but Mason was pleased to see they didn't linger, 'best those two don't trust each other too much' he thought before continuing with his instructions.

"If you're happy with the state she's in, then the pair of you can give her a good seeing to while you're at it just so she doesn't forget what she's doing here. Oh, and by the way, enjoy her while you've got the chance, she'll be here ten days max. After that she goes to the highest bidder and God help her then."

For a moment there was silence in the room as the five men stared up at the monitor and watched Tina writhing across the floor as her hands reached between her legs in a futile attempt to stop the vibrators' relentless assault on her sexuality. Mason reached out a hand and tweaked the sound up a notch as her eyes rolled back in her skull. The noise she was making now bore no resemblance to the moans of pleasure that had escaped her lips an hour or so earlier. Tina was clearly suffering and Mason found himself smiling as he watched and listened. 

He loved the feeling of being in total control of their destinies. Knowing he had the power to reduce a healthy, attractive young woman like Tina to this quivering heap of hormones crawling across the cellar floor some twelve feet below his feet gave him such a buzz. Tonight had been special; these heavy sessions had always been his favourites and probably always would be. Even when Tina moved on there'd be others; the blonde twins for starters. They'd offer him so many new opportunities; abuse one perhaps while her sister watched on, unable to help. Never knowing when the time would come for their roles to be reversed, but knowing for certain that they would be. 

He had no way of knowing whether the twins had ever had sex with each other, but they certainly would once he got them downstairs and went to work on them. By the time he was done, they'd be fucking each other like a pair of rabid polecats, a talent that should add considerably to their value when the time came for them to follow Tina onto the open market. Almost reluctantly he dragged his eyes away from the screen.

"You might as well clean her up now Doc," he said, "give her a shower and get her into bed. Riley will give you a hand," his eyes switched to the Legal Eagle, "as long as there's no funny business while she's in this state. I don't want either of you slipping her a quick one as soon as I go out the door." Riley looked at him wide-eyed but hardly innocent.

"I'm not sure I've got the strength after what we've just done to her."

"Liar," said Mason, though there was enough humour in his voice to ensure that Riley didn't take offence. "We all know you'd spend the rest of the night messing with her if you got the chance."

The smiles that circled the table now had an uneasy edge to them. Everyone, except maybe Henson, knew Riley well enough to know there was more than a hint of truth in Mason's words. Their relationship was less friendly than it might have been; after all it was Riley's cellar and he felt that gave him an automatic right to use the guests any time he felt the need.

"Stock up the fridge while you're at it. I want to give her plenty of time to think about what we did to her tonight. I want to leave her in no doubt that we can repeat the exercise any time we feel like it." He stood up and looked at Collins.