It’s taken me several days to complete Chapter 8, filling in some of the background to this story, particularly the part played by Mason and his plans for the future, Tina’s future as well as his own. The clock is ticking, the bids are coming in steadily for Tina and, though she doesn’t know it, her incarceration in the cellar has only another nine days to go. Only what might follow is likely to make her wish she was back in the comfort of her cell. Even rape would be preferable to some of the alternatives that await her.
Again I 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 enjoy the story of Tina’s continuing struggle
MMMMM/F viol rape, torture.
Abduction No. 1
Chapter 8.
It was another couple of hours before the front door opened again to vomit Mason and snake, otherwise known as Sergeant Collins, back onto Walpole Road. Sealed away in a couple of evidence bags were the video and the envelope it had arrived in. They’d forced Tina’s parents to sit through the highlights of their daughter’s rape a second time, asking questions at regular intervals. Of course neither of them realised that they were sat within feet of her attackers.
Mason had been right as usual, the only thing they’d seen on the screen was Tina being raped; they hardly even looked at the men who were doing the raping. But Sergeant Collins was uneasy, and voiced his concern as soon as the car was on the road heading back to headquarters.
‘Okay,’ he said, ‘so you were right. They never even noticed it was us doing the girl, but what was the point? It was an unnecessary risk, one we didn’t need to take. We’ve got a good thing going here so why risk everything just to prove a point?’
Mason laughed.
‘That’s just it,’ he said, ‘I wanted to prove a point. I wanted to show all of you that nobody suspects us; that it’s time we moved on to the next stage. Sure, we should get a decent price for Tina, but one girl every six or seven weeks isn’t going to make us rich. It’s time we started upping the stakes, considering different markets.’
Snake looked doubtful.
‘Like what?’ He said, ‘we’re doing okay aren’t we?’ Mason shrugged.
‘We can do a lot better,’ he said. ‘That’s what tonight’s meeting is all about, first to decide how and when to dispose of little Tina; then we can discuss what to do next. Can’t you wait till then?’
‘Bollocks,’ said snake, ‘you know me better than that. If you want my support tonight then I need to know exactly what you’ve got planned long before the meeting. So you’d best get on with it.’
This time Mason grinned; he’d been expecting something of the sort. Sergeant Collins was 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 could have posed a serious security risk on their own; put together and they were 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 who did the investigation. Replacing him had been a problem. They’d considered (and discarded) three before approaching Henson. That’s where access to criminal records came in handy; it gave them background information on all of their team. Particularly the kind of information they wouldn’t care to have made public.
In Henson’s case he’d fallen right into their lap the night he’d been caught fucking a naked thirteen year old in the back seat of his car six months earlier. In a way he was lucky it was Mason and Collins that caught him, the girl much less so. If it had been anyone else, he’d have lost everything, his job, his marriage (though that was the least of his problems), and his reputation.
In the end it was the girl that lost everything as usual. She’d been an unexpected bonus for the group, and by the time they’d finished using her she was already in a bad way. She was the youngest girl they’d ever had by several years and that fact alone guaranteed her special attention. Mason took her away on the third night for some extra curricular activities of his own and by the time he’d done with her all she wanted to do was die.
It took another two days of pain before her 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, the younger ones seldom did. In her case though her fate had been sealed from the moment they caught her. It was a part of the deal they’d worked out with Henson, a very pleasant part for everyone except her.
Tina was the first girl they’d taken since Henson had joined the team and even he knew that he was being watched closely for any sign of weakness. Particularly when he’d been alone with her, treating her injuries. That was his role, keeping the bitches alive and in good condition until their training was over and they’d been sold.
‘Things are going okay,’ said Mason, ‘we’re getting some good offers in for Tina, she should make around £8/10k in the end.’ Snake whistled in surprise,
‘That much?’ He said, ‘mind you I think she’s worth it, she’s a hot little number, I’ll be sorry to see her go.’ Mason grunted.
‘The world’s full of little cunts like her. That’s what I like about our set up, a regular supply of fresh pussy to train every few weeks. You know what they say, variety is the spice of life.’ He laughed, ‘we’ve got some promising material under observation at the moment including a 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?’
‘Yeah. Short of stopping them in the street and asking them to take off their knickers I’d say it’s ninety per cent certain. Their parents are Swedish, both blondes themselves.’
‘That’s going to stir things up a bit isn’t it, blonde eighteen year old twins going missing; you’ll have the whole country up in arms looking for them.’
‘I don’t think so, and just think of the price we’ll get for them in Africa or the Far East, natural blonde twins, eighteen years old, attractive. We’re looking at £20/25k at the least for top quality merchandise like that. And don’t try and tell me you won’t enjoy training those two.’ Mason laughed, he knew that the ‘legal eagle’ wasn’t the only one with a weakness for natural blondes. The snake would do more than sway in the wind this time, for those two it’d probably turn somersaults.
‘Have you got any photos?’
‘Not with me, but I’ll have them tonight.’
‘What else have you got on the agenda?’
‘Oh, there are several other girls we’re looking at, but there’s also a new trend I’m thinking about. One I was told about on my trip to Germany last month, a new slant on these Corporate Hospitality Nights. It’s a growing business on the continent apparently, though they’ve no shortage of girls coming in from Eastern Europe. We might have a little more trouble making up the numbers.’
‘How many are you talking about?’
‘Only four or five at a time; one girl to every ten guys. 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 indicated the video of Tina on the back seat. ‘They’d just love to watch young Tina being raped, and when they’re all fired up and ready to rumble they wheel in the girls.’
‘They’re always young, pretty and dressed up in their fancy finery. Nice faces all of them, nice bodies too. It’s a major part of the job specification; that goes without saying, but generally there’s not too much going on between the ears. But what’s between their ears isn’t all that important is it? 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. 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.’
‘That’s not the way things work out though, 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, ten to a table usually. Ten horny guys entertaining one pretty little girl, the outcome’s inevitable really. And while the meal’s being eaten the guys run their own competitions to decide in what order 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 snake, ‘are you sure you’ve not been to one of these do’s?’ Mason grinned.
‘Only one,’ he said, ‘but it was quite an experience. Once 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 to decide which table they’re going to sit at. In fact all they decide 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.’ Of course they’re ready, the room erupts, they’ve been ready for the last hour at least.’
‘And are your bitches close at hand?’ Bedlam again, only louder this time, and then, just as the girls are looking round, smiling uncertainly and wondering what the hell is going on, the coup de grace.’
‘Well what are you waiting for? Gentlemen you now have permission to rape your bitches, enjoy them to the full.’
‘Within seconds every one of the girls is on her back on the nearest available table, screaming most of them, and all their fancy finery is vanishing faster than snow on a summers day. Their bra’s and panties are always prized trophies; tradition insists that they go to numbers nine and ten in the pecking order.’
‘But even at those low numbers they never have to wait very long for their first taste of pussy. Twenty minutes is about average I’m told, thirty a 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 bitches always have the longest queues but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.’
‘Even the less attractive girls get done fifteen or twenty times in a normal night, the popular ones twice that number. That’s where the injections come in, without them the girls would never survive the hammering they get. But they get well paid, you’d be surprised, a lot of them are regulars now and they get a real taste for it. That’s one of the side effects of the drug; the more often they get fucked the more they want it. It’s what you’d call a vicious circle.’
He looked at Collins.
‘What do you think?’
‘An interesting concept,’ said Collins, ‘how much money is there in it? For us I mean, and how many girls would we need?’
Mason reached inside his jacket pocket and took out a brown envelope, dropping it on the back seat beside the evidence bags.
‘It’s all in there,’ he said, ‘the set up, the costings and some photographs just to whet your appetite. We’ll need someone to manage it for us of course, it’s best 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.’
The car turned into the headquarters car park, pulling into one of the spaces reserved for the vice squad.
‘Come on then,’ said Mason, ‘I suppose we’d better see if we can find out what happened to little Tina Featherstone, though somehow I don’t feel too confident. Actually I think I’m going to give her a bloody good shagging tonight, watching that video made me hard, I’m surprised her mother didn’t notice.’
It was Collins’ turn to laugh. The brown envelope went into his pocket, he picked up the evidence bags and followed his boss through the security doors and up to their office on the third floor.
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