Tina was five foot four inches tall. She weighed ninety pounds. She had light brown hair and blue eyes and 'C' cup titties.

She arched her back as best as she was able. A cramp in her legs sent a wave of pain up her tortured muscles. It was three in the afternoon but she had no way of knowing this.

Tina had been immobile since about ten the night before. Fifteen hours is a long time not to be able to move.

She had been a happy little girl, mostly unspoiled by life. She lived in a happy home, with happy parents, and a happy dog named pookie.

All that had ended on "the day."

On "the day" a man had grabbed her on the way home from school. Tina had just come from swimming team practice and was wearing a white and pink speedo one-piece suit. It was still wet and clung to her tits and cunnie. She had yellow flip-flops on her feet. She carried her uniform, panties and shoes in a canvas tote bag. The man stepped out of some bushes and before she could react he had tackled her and dragged her into a waiting van. Something wet was forced over her mouth and she blacked out.

She awoke here. She knew that it was a one-roomed cabin but where, only God knew. She had been here for two weeks or so she thought. When you spend most of your days and nights bound and blindfolded you tend to lose track of time.

Tina squirmed again under the rough wool blanket that covered her top and bottom. She itched terribly and was hot. But there was nothing she could do about it. At least she was lying on the bed and not in that cramped wooden box that the man was so fond of locking her in.

A choke-chain dog collar was looped around her neck and was locked to another chain attached to the brass headboard. She was blindfolded with duct tape that held rough dry sponges pressed against the lids of her eyes.

A ball gag was strapped into her mouth. It was tighter than she had ever believed it could be tightened.

Her arms were tied touching behind her with parachute cord, the knots melted with a lighter so there was no chance of her undoing them. Duct tape held her arms to her nude body.

Tina's titties were exposed and each were pierced with a dozen or so map pins that jiggled painfully as she breathed or when she moved.

Her legs were tied at the ankles and knees with cord, then drawn up until the heels of her bare feet touched her butt. Her legs were also wrapped in duct tape.

By now Tina knew the routine. The man would return and she would be tormented by the smell of food being cooked. The man would eat, sitting on a chair by the bed and watching Tina. When he had washed his dishes, she would be untied, the gag and blindfold removed. The only item that would remain on her would be the choke collar which was secured with a small lock so it could still slide but not open enough for her to pull it over her head.

Tina would be able to go to the toilet for the first time in twenty-four hours while he watched and sometimes touched her. She would be able to eat and drink as much as she wanted. It was dog food and the water the man used to wash his dishes, but you'd be amazed what you can get used to when you're hungry and thirsty enough.

After Tina ate, they would bathe together and she would wash him all over, paying particular attention to his manhood. Sometimes he would come when she was touching him and she would have to quickly jam the soapy thing into her mouth to catch all of his wad.

After the bath the man would dress Tina in some sexy outfit or another. That's when the control games would begin, where the man would make her pose for him or stand in the corner, lie on the floor or whatnot. Whatever the position, she would not be allowed to move or twitch or talk for hours. If she didn't do exactly what he said the man would use an electrical cable or a belt to beat her butt, cunnie or titties.

Then it would be time for bed. She would be stripped naked and used like a woman before being tied tightly until the man returned from work the next day.

The man assured Tina that he would let her go on her eighteenth birthday. That would be six years from today. It was her birthday.

Remembering that, Tina cried.