This is the seventh instalment in the continuing story of Tina Featherstone's struggle against the criminal gang who have abducted her with the intention of training her as a sex toy before selling her on into the worldwide sex trade. Before you dismiss the story as being beyond belief, know that this kind of thing is happening today in many countries of the world. But remember also that it is a work of fiction.nn- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - nnTina followed Henson's advice, but only after finding herself something to eat and drink. A small omelette, laced with mushrooms and tomatoes, along with a slice of buttered toast, washed down with two glasses of fresh chilled orange. It was the first food she'd eaten since being brought to this dreadful place and, with something solid in her stomach, she felt free to look after her appearance, a process that began with yet another long, hot shower. nnAs well as cleansing her body, it also gave her an opportunity to apply some much-needed logic to her situation. Once she'd towelled herself down, and fastened the collar round her neck she began to explore. The results were hardly encouraging.nnThe cellar complex comprised four rooms, the largest of which was the central, main room. Leading off it, three smaller rooms housed the kitchen, bedroom and shower room. There were no windows, and the only way in and out of the complex was the door she'd been shoved through when they'd first arrived. A solid, high-security door, fitting flush to the wall and secured by a large Yale type lock that wouldn't have looked out of place on a prison cell. nnTen minutes was all it took to convince her the door was her only way out, and she switched her attention to the array of cameras dotted around the four rooms. They'd been well sited, there wasn't a corner anywhere that allowed her any privacy, and she just knew someone would be out there watching her all the time. nnThe same questions kept coming back to haunt her. Why, had she really been brought here? What had become of the other girls who'd been locked in the cellar before her, and what would her captors do with her when they'd finally had their 'bit of fun'; when they tired of her as they surely would, and turned their eyes towards finding a new plaything? nnThe more thought she gave it, the more likely it seemed that she'd never be allowed to leave this place. Since removing her mask, they'd made no effort to conceal their identities from her.

He entered the room, boots knocking on the tile floor and echoing off the walls. He was wearing new jeans and a dark sport coat showing a refined casual attitude. He poured himself a scotch, not too much, just a couple of fingers to heighten the senses. He swirled the amber liquid around the glass and inhaled the heady vapors before taking a sip, the smoky taste exploding on his tongue as the burn slithered down his throat foreshadowing what soon would come.nnHearing her car, He walked around the room opening the tall shutters and drawing the gauzy inside curtains to allow the evening light to come in and set her skin aglow with its golden radiance. nnHe pulled the chair over to center it along the wall facing the middle of the room where he expected her to stand, and sat down. The chair was low enough for me to set down my glass and the sit was slightly lower than the front edge for a particular reason.nnShe entered smiling hello but knowing she was not to speak yet. She was in trouble and knew she would have to wait before they could casually talk. nnHe smiled back with that intensely playful stare that seemed to see into every corner of her mind, as she came to a stop exactly eight feet in front of him, facing him with her hands to her sides. nnHis eyes traveled down her body taking her in. He did so slowly because he knew it drove her crazy. She was quite shy body on display although she was a strong confident woman. She could take charge of any room but when her opponent was one she loved and needed to love her back her insecurity came out. nnShe had dressed well he notes wearing all his favorite things, a silk blouse, skirt, heel, and if he wasn't mistaken stockings. She loved to be spanked with her skirt flipped up but today he had other plans. nnHe met her eyes once again and pointed to her blouse, using his finger as a conductor uses a stick, he motioned for her to remove her shirt. She held his gaze and opened the blouse one button at a time; she let it fall behind her and reached back releasing her bra also letting it slip to the floor. nnHe took in her breasts, she was very self conscious of their size but he found them lovely especially the nipples as sensitive as they were. He could feel her wanting soooo badly to cover up and he sat admiring a bit longer.

I like big women so I am surprised that I didn't notice her when I first walked into the bar at the country club. I eased into the only empty stool and became aware of the loud discussion between her and the man seated next to me on my right. nnSuddenly, she stood up, knocking her barstool over backwards and shouted, "You no good lying, cheating, two-faced son-of-a-bitch! Screw this, you bastard!" nnHer roundhouse right barely missed me and caught him high on the left jaw, knocking him backwards off his stool, to land flat on his ass on the floor. nnShe was standing over him when she yelled, "I hope screwing her felt as good to you as this does to me!" and she kicked him in the balls, very hard. nnHe let out a scream then curled into the fetal position with his back to her, moaning. nn"Think of me and think of this the next time you fuck her!" and she kicked him again, this time even harder, right in the crotch from behind.nnHe was whimpering and trying to protect his manhood from another attack when she reached down and pulled the wallet out of his back pocket. She took out a credit card and turned to the bartender. The bar was deathly quiet and everybody was watching her when she said, "Drinks for the house on him. Give me a vodka rocks, double and be sure to add a big tip for yourself barman."nn"Lady, that's his credit card."nn"Fuck him, it's a corporate card and I can sign for it too. I still work there or at least I will until Monday morning."nnShe turned around to throw his wallet at him but he was gone. She took the cash (three twenty dollar bills) out and gave it to the bartender, then reached across the bar and tossed the wallet in a garbage can by the sink. To no one in particular she said, "He'll have fun canceling those cards and getting a new drivers license.

She's so beautiful, Erik thought as he watched Amber through the bathroom door from the bed. She was standing drying her hair, wearing only a towel. She flopped her long blonde hair to the other side. Erik, wearing only boxers, smiled. Amber, seeing his reflection in the mirror smiled back and turned around.nn"You're staring." She blushed.nn"I have to." Erik smiled wider. "I don't want to miss anything."nn"Like my towel slipping?" Amber laughed, turning around and switching off the hair dryer.nn"It doesn't have to slip." Erik got off the bed and walk into the bathroom, standing behind her. He put his hands on the towel. "I can take it off myself." He whispered in her ear. Erik loosened the towel, slowly brought it down her.nnAmber grabbed his hands. "Hey, it's cold.