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.
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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?"