"Sit there and be quiet," Ted ordered. When he glared at her, she panicked and tried to open the door even though the car was moving. S-L-A-P! Tracy felt her head snap back from the hit. "Do as I say or else," he snarled. Tracy knew she had to get away from this maniac. When she tried the door again, she felt a blow hit her ribs. She gasped and doubled up as the pain raced thought her body.
Ted stopped the car, reached into the glove compartment and took out a length of rope. He tied her hands together, then tied them to the door handle. He covered her mouth with some tape. Satisfied she was secure, he drove off again, winding his way out of town. Tracy knew she was in big trouble; her side and face hurt from the blows she'd received. She tried to untie her hands, but another blow to her head stopped her. Tracy sat there racked in pain, and cried.
The road turned into a lane with houses few and far between. Suddenly, he turned into a bungalow with a "For Sale" sign outside. He drove to the rear and stopped the car, got out and fumbled in his pocket for something. He found a key and opened the back door, then went around and opened Tracy's door. The icy wind filled the car as he untied her hands from the handle and led her in the house. Ted shut the door behind him and pushed her onto the floor in a corner. Tracy sat and watched as he covered the windows with the curtain, blocking out all light. He locked the door, and pocketed the key. Moving slowly, he grabbed Tracy by her hair and dragged her to her feet.
Tracy felt the numbness in her hands caused by the ropes. Ted dragged her into another room and threw her on the settee. He repeated the job of drawing the curtains before switching on the light.
"Well, I know we won't be disturbed here. I came and looked at this place three months ago. That's how I managed to get another key, and the price they're asking is way over the top and they only had one prospect look at it... me."
Ted turned the heating up and Tracy felt the warm air rush out from the heating grills. He took off his coat he threw it on the table, then moved towards her. Pulling her up by her coat lapels he undid her hands. "Now don't try anything stupid or you will suffer bad, do you understand, bitch?"
Tracy knew by his face he meant it, she nodded. "Take off that coat and hurry it up." Tracy's hands were still numb and she struggled with the buttons. Suddenly he reached forward and ripped it apart, the buttons flying onto the floor. "You are just like her, slow and no brain, but I showed her, oh yes, did I show her."
Tracy slipped the coat off, and it fell to the floor, he kicked it away and looked at her. Tracy was 19 years old, five foot six, slim, dressed in a blouse and skirt. "Yes, just like her, a slut; dressed to get the men going, giving it to anyone who buys you a drink," he sneered. Tracy cowered as he walked around her. Ted studied her from head to toe. Standing in front of her, he reached out and ripped the blouse open.
"Just as I thought, a total slut. No bra, just like her, walking around letting your tits bounce around for the guys to look at. Now the skirt, lose it" he snarled. Quickly she undid the skirt and stepped out of it, throwing it on the settee. When he saw Tracy was wearing a thong, he reached out and ripped it from her body. She felt the material split and felt it cut into her as he pulled. Tracy was standing in was a pair of hold-up stockings, her pussy and breasts were exposed to his glaring eyes.
