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."
