The Taking of Tina Ch. 01

He struck back, slapped her on the face, knocked her sideways. He was so strong, she would have staggered across the room and fallen had he not held her tight. His fingers dug into the flesh of her arm, ground against her bones. He jerked her back upright and towards him even as she fell away. His hand flew back up while she was still stunned from the impact, and clamped over her throat.

He took a few steps, effortlessly taking her with him. He slammed her against the wall; the back of her head cracked against the stone painfully. He heaved her up, slid her against the stone surface until she was on her toes.

He held her there, his face close to hers, his eyes level with hers.

When he spoke his voice was a cold hiss.

"This will get boring Tina. Neither of us is going anywhere. You're trapped here until I get bored of playing with you. You behave yourself and do as I ask, then your chances of ever seeing sunlight again will be greatly increased. You fuck me about and piss me off every time I come in here, then eventually I'm going to get bored. Then it'll all be over."

She glared back into his eyes. She couldn't talk, she could barely draw a breath past the grip of his powerful fingers round her throat. She considered spitting in his face, but the ringing pain in her head from the slap and the impact against the wall dissuaded her. She knew there was only so much punishment she could take before serious harm ensued.

He had released her arm, but her flesh still ached with the impression of his fingers. She wouldn't be surprised to find bruises there now.

That hand now slid over her body, moving up and down, tracing the shape of her curves, from her thigh, over her hips and tummy, and up to cup her breasts. She was a beautiful young lady, finely shaped, with all the right curves and softness to please the eyes and touch of any man.

His fingers wriggled between the buttons of her blouse, then tore it open. With a few sharp tugs he had her body exposed. His hand pushed and pulled at her clothes, working the blouse and suit jacket together over her shoulders and down her arms. She struggled half-heartedly, uselessly, and soon her top half was bare but for her bra.

Then he worked on her suit trousers, pulling the thin belt out, ripping them open and pushing them down. As his hand worked the thin material down over her hips and ass, his fingers probed and stroked her flesh, exploring and investigating as her body was revealed inch by inch.

When the trousers were at her ankles he pulled her away from the wall, shoved her back towards the mattress in the middle of the room. She stumbled over the material gathered at her ankles, fell to the floor, only her top half landing on the safety of the mattress. One foot came free, and he quickly pulled the other out before she regained her senses and tried to move away.

Then he was on her, one leg on either side of her body as he lowered himself on top of her, sitting on her lower back. He grabber her by the hair, yanked her head back, sending pain across her scalp and through her neck.

He held her there pinned under him, her back arched, pulled back by her hair, as he unclasped her bra and pushed the straps down her arms. He pulled it our from under her and threw it aside.

Then he moved down her, slid his bulk from her back over her ass and onto her legs. He kept a hold of her hair, kept her head pulled back. She tried to get her hands flat on the floor and to get some leverage to fight back, but it was useless; she was trapped, helpless.

He grabbed her panties, pulled them down over her ass, kept moving and drew them down her legs as he moved off of her. he rose back to his feet as he pulled the panties free of her legs.

He stepped away from her, moved round the room and gathered all her clothes together in a bundle, held the bundle in one hand. He stood over her, looked down at her naked form. She stayed face down, drawing her arms in tight against her body, refused to roll over or even look up at him. She buried her face in the mattress, ground her teeth and waited for whatever he would do next.

"Enjoy your dinner Tina. Don't let it get cold."

He left, taking her clothes with him.

She lay there for a few moments before moving. Then she sat upright on the mattress and ate her dinner naked.

When he returned for the trolley hours later he didn't even say a word to her. He just came in, pulled the trolley away, looked at her and smiled that smile that was far too friendly and warm to come from the monster she knew him to be.

She lay on the mattress, naked but not cold. Eventually fatigue and the abuse of the day pushed her to sleep.

...

She never heard the door opening. Never heard him approach her. She never woke until he had the rigid cuffs already fastened to one of her wrists and was pulling the other into place. In her half awake state she put up little resistance, and a second later her wrists were enclosed, held together firmly in cuffs that were padded so as not to dig into the skin but which held her wrists inflexibly a few inches apart.

"Up you get Tina," he said as he rose, pulling on the cuffs to bring her with him.

She struggled to her feet, standing before him naked and cuffed.

"Good morning." He smiled.

She looked him in the eyes but refused to answer.

"I hope you slept well. You're going to need your strength this morning."

He held her cuffed wrists in one hand, and raised the other in front of her. In that hand he held a small device; a plastic block with buttons on it, like a mini remote control. He pressed a button, and smiled again. From overhead there was a mechanical sound.

Tina raised her eyes, looked up at the hook she had spotted on the ceiling yesterday. The hook was lowering, descending from the ceiling on the end of a thick cable. Her eyes widened in horror as she realised what was about to happen. She kicked out at him, instinctively recoiling and fighting for freedom.

But he was just too strong and too quick. He dodged her kick, held her firmly, and pushed her wrists up over her head to meet the lowering hook. The cuffs were over the hook and he hit the switch to raise it again before she could struggle further.

Seconds later she was hanging in the middle of the room, her arms stretched overhead and her feet only barely touching the mattress.

"What the fuck are you-"

Her shout was cut short by his hand slapping her face.

He didn't say anything, just smiled. He kicked the mattress out from under her, sending it sliding against the back wall of the room. With the support of the mattress gone from under her feet, her toes only just reached the floor.

He smiled at her again and walked from the room.

"Before you get breakfast this morning," he was saying as he strolled back in, "I think I want some fun."

He was holding a flogger. A long, black leather flogger.

"Because, you know, it's not all about you earning food and things. Sometimes It's just about me wanting to have fun."

"Go fuck yourself!"

She knew, obviously, that verbal outbursts would do her no good whatsoever and may only serve to anger him. But she wanted to keep at least that minor semblance of freedom, whatever the consequences.

He stood there in front of her, seemingly unperturbed by her outburst. He looked her up and down, admiring her naked form hanging there helplessly before him. He licked his lips and growled softly.

"You truly are a beautiful girl Tina."

"Fuck you!"

He chuckled. Then he swung the flogger. He stepped forward and swung his arm expertly, judged the strength and distance with precision. The tails of the flogger struck her thigh first, delivering a sharp sting to her skin. She gasped in pain and shock. She had no time to recover; his arm didn't even stop as it moved in one continuous motion, swinging back at her again and delivering another scathing slap across the opposite thigh.

He stepped aside, moving round her as he kept his arm in motion, guiding the flogger to her ass this time. She yelped in pain, tried to curse at him again, but lost the words in another gasp as the flogger then raked down her back.

He walked round her, staying in motion, the flogger swinging all the while, striking her with every step he took. He struck her legs, her ass, her back, her arms, her tummy, her tits, her sides, her ribs, aiming the flogger up and down her body as he walked round her.

Every strike of the leather straps brought gasps and yelps from her, and soon she was breathing heavily, panting and moaning between the gasps.

She felt a warmth inside, sensed the growing need, the ever greater sensations of ecstasy as the monster abused her naked flesh with the flogger. No matter how much she tried to detach her mind from the present and try by sheer force of will to not allow it to happen, it happened. It was inevitable.

She grew increasingly wet between her legs, as the pain scything across her skin worked her up to the height of arousal that could only be achieved by such treatment. Her cunt was aching. It was burning. Her nipples were solid. Her breath was ragged and heavy. Her face was streaked with tears. Her lips quivered with words she was trying to form but got lost in moans of pleasure and desire.

He stopped.

He stood before her, looking her up and down, licking his lips, and stopped with his eyes on hers.

He smiled that too friendly smile, out of balance with his viciousness.

"Please..." she barely managed to say, her voice a pain shaken whisper.

"Yes?" He asked, a mocking laugh behind his voice.

"Please... Fuck me..."

She hated herself for saying it, hated that she wanted it, needed it. But she couldn't deny it, no matter the cost or the consequences. He knew what she was and he had worked her perfectly to get her to this moment.

"Please..."

He swung the flogger again, but this time he drew it from low down and swung it upwards, between her legs. The leather tails scraped up inside her thighs and crashed over her cunt. The blended sensations of sharp pain and exquisite pleasure rippled through her body, making her quiver and scream.

Even before she recovered, he swung again, delivering more torture and ecstasy to the core of her being. Again and again he swung the flogger at her cunt, again and again the impact tormented her, hurt her, and made her wetter.

She tried to form words, to beg him to end the torture and fuck her. But words were no longer possible. All she could do was scream, whimper and pant.

Eventually he threw the flogger aside, stepped up to her as he opened his jeans and pushed them down. His cock was erect, hard, ready.

He came to her, she saw him coming through tear blurred vision and was at once repulsed and delighted. Even though her body was hanging beaten and weak, she found the strength to raise her legs slightly, just enough for him to get his firm hands under her thighs and lift her onto him. His cock plunged into her, her cunt soaking wet and ready, oh so very ready.

He held her there cradled in his powerful arms, swinging from the hook, her legs around his waist, her grateful cunt enveloping his manhood as he thrust into her.

Tina's skin smouldered with the memory of the flogger, every muscle suffered and quivered, her arms were numb and useless overhead, her mouth dry from screaming, her eyes still streamed tears. She hated this monster for what he had done to her, how he had abducted her, abused her, tormented her and manipulated her...

But oh how she loved the sting of her body and the way he filled her needy cunt right at this moment.

She breathed heavily, panting in pleasure as he thrust his cock deep into her, swinging her back and forth in time with the movement of his hips. His weight slammed into her damaged skin every time he pulled their bodies together, his clothing chaffing her red streaked flesh, causing new flashes of pain to accompany every marvellous plunge of his cock into her cunt.

He lifted her, giving a grunt of effort as he hoisted her high enough for the cuffs to clear the hook and let her arms loose. Her limbs fell over his head, her elbows on his shoulders, her wrists still fastened behind his head. He caught her, cradled her in his arms and carried her to the back of the room. He lowered her to the mattress, fell on top of her, and buried his cock deep inside her once more.

Tina summoned the strength to wrap her legs round his waist, cross her ankles to hold them there. Her arms flopped uselessly over his shoulders, still numb. She lay on her back on the mattress, lost in the absolute wonder of the moment. All she knew was the all-encompassing pain and pleasure throughout her abused and used body. Nothing outside of this room and this moment existed.

She knew he was a monster, that she should despise him and hate the very feeling of him against her never mind the sensation of his cock invading her cunt. But right now she didn't care. Right now she was too deep in ecstasy. It just felt so good, so right. Every nerve in her body was ALIVE in the way that could only be achieved through such torment, torture, and abuse that culminated in sex.

He placed his mouth beside her ear.

"You going to cum for me you dirty little slut?"

"Yes! Oh fuck yes! Please..."

"Then fucking do it!"

And as simply as that, she did. With his very next thrust into her she had an orgasm that shook every aching muscle in her body and tore from her lips a howl of ecstasy. He kept moving, kept slamming his weight down on top of her and his long shaft deep inside her. Her climax surged on and on in waves of pleasure that washed through her tired muscles and over her burning skin.

"Yes... Yes... Yeeeeessss... Oh fuck yeeesssss..."

Her orgasm was as lengthy as it was intense. Then just as her climax was subsiding she felt his body tense and shudder, heard the growl of release from his mouth, and felt his own orgasm flow from him and into her. At the moment of his ejaculation he opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth into her shoulder, growling like a possessed beast. He slid his cock in and out a few more times, making sure the still flexing muscles of her cunt drew out every drop of his cum, his merciless hands gripping her tighter and his teeth sunk in her skin until he was done.

When he was finished, he drew out of her, lifted her arms from over his head, and stood. He zipped and fastened his jeans, and left the room without another word or even a glance down at her. He had gotten what he wanted, and had no further use for or interest in her right now.

Tina watched him depart, his form a blur through vision made vague by tears and the stupor of extreme bliss. As the door closed and locked behind him, she let her eyes droop closed, and sank lifelessly into the mattress. Within moments she was in an exhaustion induced sleep.

...

When she woke, the cuffs had been removed from her wrists. The food trolley was there, with cold food waiting for her. And her clothes were piled neatly on the mattress beside her; even her coat, shoes, and handbag were there.

She got dressed as quickly as she could, but her abused body was stiff and hurt when she moved, so it was a slow and painful process. Eventually she was dressed, and sitting on the edge of the mattress eating the breakfast that had been left for her. In her handbag she found her watch, but not her phone. It was 1020am, more than a day and a half since she had been abducted.

Even going through the motions of eating was painful. Her whole body was suffering, from the abuse of the flogger all over her, slaps to her face and knocks to her head, as well as where the monster's fingers had held her tightly and left her bruised. She also had teeth marks on her shoulder where he had bitten her at the height of his orgasm.

Now that the arousal had passed, the need had been satisfied, she felt only horror and shame. She was ashamed that she had given in and allowed him to get her to where she wanted him to use her, embarrassed that she had taken so much pleasure from the final stages of his abuse.

Fresh tears ran down her cheeks while she struggled to eat her breakfast.

When the door opened and he entered, she lowered her face, refusing to look up at him.

"You're leaving. I have things to do."

Her eyes shot up, looking at him. But she refused to accept what he said straight away, believing it to be some trick to further torment her.

"Don't worry Tina. It's not a trick. Finish your breakfast then I'll take you back to where I got you."

And with that he left.

He returned half an hour later, by which time she had finished her breakfast. He had the cuffs in one hand, and a strip of black material over his shoulder. He took her hands and helped her up to her feet. She was docile and compliant, too beaten now to fight or resist. If he was doing this just to torment her, then she would cope with it as it came. If he really was releasing her, then she would celebrate the fact only once he had done so.

"Just to make sure you don't try anything silly on the way out Tina. Be a good girl and you'll be home soon."

He cuffed her wrists in front of her. He wrapped the strip of material round her eyes.

"Okay, let's go."

He held the cuffs, guided her slowly from the room. With him leading her and instructing her, they ascended two flights of stairs, turned a few corners, walked on first a stone floor then a carpeted surface, and eventually through a doorway and out to the cold air of the Autumn morning.

They crossed a gravel surface and she heard a vehicle door opening. He helped her step up, and she knew by the metallic echo of her feet on the floor that she was in the back of the van again. He guided her to sit down, with her back against the side of the compartment, then the door slammed closed and locked.

Moments later he entered the front cabin, and then they were off, driving away from her place of brief captivity.

He drove carefully, slowly. As best Tina could estimate while blindfolded they travelled for about an hour. Half way through that time the sounds outside suggested they were back in the city. The van started and stopped, turned left and right, as it made it's way through busy city traffic, then eventually came to a halt.

Her kidnapper got out of the front cabin, but left the engine running, and seconds later the rear door of the van opened. His strong hands pulled at her, guiding her out of the van. He tugged the cuffs once she was standing on firm ground, led her away from the van and pushed the door closed.

The cuffs were removed. The blindfold stayed on.

He stood close to her, his body against hers. She felt his breath on her neck, heard his voice in her ear.

"Here's your phone," he said as he slipped it into her hand and wrapped her fingers round it. "The battery has been fully charged."

He stepped away from her.

"I'll see you next time Tina."

And with that he was gone, quickly returning to his van and driving off before she could reach up to remove the blindfold and turn. She just saw the rear of the van as it turned out of the alley and back onto the street.

She was standing in the same alley where he had abducted her from. She stood there for a moment, lost, confused, beaten, abused, abandoned. And strangely satisfied.

She pulled her coat tight around her body, lifted the long straps of her bag onto her shoulder, and started on the slow walk to the train station and home, with her abductors parting words echoing in her mind...

I'll see you next time Tina.