"Work out? What are you talking about?"
"That's my business. As for my name, you can call me Bart. That's what everybody else calls me around here. Now, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad, at first."
Tina shivered, feeling naked and vulnerable as she backed up against the wall. He was there, filling up the room, standing there with his legs spread apart. She thought she could smell his groin. What was he going to do, shoot her? Knife her? Dismember her?
Tina felt real fear no, the skin between her cunthole and shitter creasing and crawling with terror. He stepped closer to her, his fingers clenching and unclenching while his forehead wrinkled. He hadn't shaved for some time, the stubble around his cheeks emphasizing the mustache and beard covering the lower half of his face. He was a big man, big enough to crush her, she thought. Tina could tell he liked doing this to people, probably especially to women.
"Oh!"
And then he put a heavy hand on her shoulder, pushing her back. She staggered to one side, her legs tangling up and making her fall on her ass. She scooted back, drawing her torn dress over her knees while keeping a careful eye on him. She wanted to ask if he had taken Kathy prisoner as well, but the words froze in her throat.
"Sit up!"
When she refused, he grabbed her hair, filling his palm with the blonde strands. He jerked her face close to him, smashing her lips against his boots and cracking them. Tina let out a little cry, tasting her own blood as it washed over her tongue. He was holding her captive there, bringing her face up until Tina felt her lips pressing against something very hot and hard. In a flash she realized what she was touching with her mouth. It was his prick.
Tina screamed, twisting away from him, feeling her mind flash into a hot fire while the cruel hand twisted her hair even more. She thought she would be snatched bald.
"Bitch!"
Bart stepped back, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her chin while the force of the blow knocked Tina's head against the wall behind her.
"I'll show you that you don't have much to say around here! You'll find out pronto!"
There was a small bench to one side, tucked in the corner. Bart grabbed it and pulled the thing to the center of the room, kicking Tina away with one foot. She lay there, pushing the hair from her eyes, feeling very vulnerable. It was with great hesitation that she stood up when he ordered her to sit on the bench, keeping her back to the window.
Then she noticed iron rings set in the wall, their buckled straps hanging. Tina shook her head, not believing they would be used for her. She pulled up a section of her dress to cover her bra, noticing that Bart had moved closer to her. When she started to get up, she felt him shoving her back down on the seat, his finger tearing her dress to shreds with one move.
"Oh!"
Again Tina started to get up. But his hands were faster, knocking her down to the bench, then sliding up under her bra and pulling the halter from her body.
In a flash, the girl realized her tits were free and naked, bouncing against one another while Bart busily pulled her panties down.
"No, no, don't! Oh, you pig, you pig!" Tina screamed, kicking her legs wildly and beating her fists against his back.
She felt the silky rub of her briefs over her knees, thighs, and ankles. She pressed down hard with her ass, twisting her legs around, pushing at the big man, anything to preserve her dignity. It was impossible. He stripped her naked quickly, throwing her clothes to the corner.
Tina had never felt so awfully mortified before in her life! She crossed her arms to protea her tits and curt from his eyes, her face reddening with embarrassment. The splintery wood of the bench tickled her shitter and asscheeks, but she stayed quiet, wondering what else the madman was going to do to her!
Bart grabbed her ankles first, twisting her legs up and spreading them wide apart. He tugged her forward, her ass scraping along the cutting splinters and making Tina cry out in pain. She brought her hands down to the tap of the bench, bracing her fingers against the sides. He dropped one of feet and took the other in both hands, wrapping one of the straps hanging from the wall around it.
Tina screamed, twisting her body, kicking at Bart with her free leg. It was futile. He grabbed it, twisting the ankle around sharply until a shock of pain raced up her thigh and into her cunt. She thought he'd broken her ankle.
Flattening herself on the stool, Tina let out a whimper, afraid to move as Bart slipped the remaining strap around her left ankle and buckled it tightly. She trembled, closing her eyes, curling her fingers and scraping the nails nervously against the legs of the stool. Her ass is hung over the edge, while her shoulders pressed painfully against the wooden top.
Tina felt her spread legs pulling her cuntlips apart, revealing the moist pink flesh of her pussy for anyone to see. Bart saw it as he finished cinching the straps tightly around her ankles. He stopped, moving forward between her spread legs and bringing one hand down.
Tina winced, feeling a finger brushing along her inner thighs. She remembered how it had felt in that dark alley when he'd touched her curt and tits while wrestling her to the ground. At least then she had had some time and energy to fight him. But now now she had her legs strung up, the black leather thongs biting into her ankle flesh, her back flat against the bench.
"Maybe a good touch of leather right across the cunt will give you some manners and respect for me," Bart said, grabbing a fistful of her pussyhair and tearing it from her cunt.
Tina screamed, arching her spine and writhing her shoulder blades against the bench. It felt as if someone had exploded firecrackers in her pussy. The pain rocketed up to her brain, crashing through her skull while her ass slid down to the edge of the stool.
Bart moved around, kicking the shocked teen in the ass and pushing her back to her original position with the toe of his boot. He threw her cunt hairs to the floor, moving around and grabbing her right hand.
"We've got a place for that little sucker right here."
"No, no!"
He brought her right hand down to the floor, slipping a buckle around the wrist and cinching it tightly. Straddling her prone body, Bart did the sante to her other arm, buckling it to the rear stool support.
Tina wailed, her arm muscles knotting with tension as she writhed against her bonds. She was spread open, completely unprotected. Lying there, staring up at the big man towering over her, she watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt and drew it through his pants loops. The thought of being raped this way, of having his cock fuck through her virgin cunt, made her sick. Tina turned her head.
The biting smack of the leather belt against her belly wasn't what she'd expected. Tina arched her spine, her muscles knotting up against her sweaty flesh while her hair whipped across her face. Peering down, she saw a large dark-pink mark appear on her belly. And there, hanging from Bart's right hand, was his belt, the buckle buried in his paw-like fist.
"No what are you doing? Oh God, what are you doing to me?"
Bart laughed. He thought it was obvious. Curling the belt tighter, he brought it high above his head, the weapon hanging from his fist like a poisonous snake.
Tina shivered. Her ordeal had just begun.
CHAPTER TWO
Tina shrieked as the belt whistled through the thickening air, smacking dryly against her tits. She arched her spine, pressed her head against the bench as the awful pain throbbed through her thirty-six-inch tits.
She stared up through tear stained eyes and saw Bart smacking his lips as he looked down at her bound body. He was between her widely spread legs now, smoothing his fingers along her inner thighs, making her feel like a filthy slut.