Nadja At The Station – Chapter 1, by Clementina
They had been watching her for days; as she went out shopping, in the garden, out with her friends. They noted what time she got out of bed, what time she ate, what time she went to sleep. They discussed their plans for her, what she would look like naked, or dressed as they wished.
On the appointed say, her lover gave her the sleeping draught as they had instructed. He opened the door for them in silence, led them up to the bedroom where she was sleeping. They bound her and put her in the van. No words were exchanged. No words were needed.
When she woke up, her hands were bound behind her back and her ankles tied together. She was lying in a stone niche, carved out of the wall. The fur rugs beneath her tickled her face as she looked around and noticed a man stood silently in the corner, lit by the single torch fixed onto the wall. Before she could observe him more closely, he saw her stir and called in some foreign language for assistance. Two men came, blindfolded her and lifted her like a sack. She felt them moving down long passageways, their footsteps echoing on the stone flags. She thought she felt the heat of the torches as they turned corners, negotiated steps. At last they brought her to a bigger room. The sound resonated differently here. They seated her on a stone and set a cool metal collar with a chain around her neck. She felt them attach the other end of the chain to a stone. For the first time, she realised how cold she was, dressed in a plain shift. She tried to free her wrists and ankles but they were tightly bound with rope. She did not dare venture off the stone, she did not know how long the chain was, nor how far the fall.. She could hear nothing but the echoes of her struggles. She waited, and wondered how she came to be here. She thought about screaming but considered it futile. She finally heard footsteps and a slow steady rolling noise.
The blindfold was taken off her and she blinked at the light. There were more flaming torches on the walls and seated before her was a man in a wheelchair. Stood next to him was a younger man. Their shadows flicked against the wall in dancing shapes even though they were as still as statues. She sensed that there were two more men either side of her but she did not turn her head. The two men held her gaze but in different ways. She could sense the power in the older man, his heavy hands resting on his knees. His eyes flickered over her, taking everything in. He had the smile of a predator. The younger man stood close by the chair, his hands behind his back. His hair was short, almost shaved and his eyes seemed, at first sight to be more gentle than his companion. But behind them was a steeliness, a cold reserve. Both were dressed in dark suits.
The younger man looked to his companion who nodded. The younger man began:
‘I give you no welcome. We come here only to explain to you the rules of this place. You are now our possession. Your lover has given you over to us.’
At this she gasped. She did not understand. She was independent, free, equal in all things to her lover. He had betrayed her. She closed her eyes to stop them filling with tears.
‘Do not bother crying. The deal is done.’
The older man asked the younger man something. He nodded and smiled.
‘You had a name in your past life, we give you a new one: Nadja.’ He suddenly turned into a genial host ‘I am Sergei and this is Ivan.’ The older man smiled in approval.
‘You may wonder where you are. You only need to know that this is called The Station. It is not your final destination. We plan to sell you, Nadja.
‘If you resist, we will punish you. You are now a common slave and will be treated like one. Forget your past life. Your life begins now.
‘You are not to speak until bidden. You are not permitted to touch yourself.. You must not look into the eyes of the person talking to you.’
The men on either side of her moved to lift her to standing, still chained to the stone. She teetered and fell sideways against her captor, her ankles were bound too tight. The older man said something.
‘Ivan believes that you should be punished for your clumsiness. I too would like to see you scream.’
Nadja began screaming as they dragged her to a wall, untied her wrists and ankles only to chain her spreadeagled to iron manacles set into the wall. Her tear-stained cheeks rubbed against the rough stone.
‘Your lover told me he never whipped or spanked you. Your pretty arse deserves to be marked. Ivan and I are going to enjoy seeing you squirm. Now what will it be: the paddle or the flogger?’
Ivan had obviously answered the question for her and before she could brace or draw breath, she felt a stinging pain across her cheeks. Each time the paddle hit her, she gasped and thrashed, but she could not escape the blows.. They came thickly, from different angles until she felt her back aching and sides burning.
Finally, they unlocked the chains and she collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. She thought she would faint, but they would not let her. They tipped a bucket of cold water over her and dragged her back to the stone and bent her over it. This time they chained her wrists and ankles to the stone. They pulled back her shift so that her buttocks and sex were exposed. She felt hands rubbing the pain in her cheeks and then suddenly fingers penetrated her vagina. She tried to wriggle away but more hands grasped her breasts and pulled her hair. She heard them talking but she could not understand. Then she felt a warm object being pushed up against the other passage, the one her lover had not dared to penetrate. He forced the entrance, not bothering to allow her to accommodate him and thrust deep inside her. Her head being held down, she could not turn to see who was raping her, while other hands fondled her breasts. She felt the friction of the stone through the thin fabric, could hear the grunts and finally the moans as the unknown man reached orgasm inside her. The hands released her and she lay very still. She did not want to provoke further attention.
Through the haze of pain, she heard Sergei speak to Ivan, Sergei muttering ‘Yes, yes’ under his breath. He turned to her.
‘We think you too tight, Nadja. Too tense. We will make you surrender more easily.
‘Take her back to her cell.’
This time only one man took her back along the winding passageways to the cell. He lifted her as lightly as a feather. She had no resistance in her. She felt lost, abandoned. She said nothing as he let her wash her face, hands and body and urinate. She said nothing as he laid her in the niche and chained her with a collar to the wall and put her wrists in heavy manacles and attached these to the same chain. She could not reach to cover herself with furs, and the man put these over her.
She thought he was going to leave her when as if changing his mind, he turned and looked at her, stroking her cheek and her hair. He put his hand between her legs and felt her sex which was warm, burning, despite herself. She thought he was saying sorry. But then he turned her over, and pulled her cheeks apart and forced a hard object into her rear passage, passing straps between her legs and around her waist as she struggled and moaned. He replaced the fur coverings and left.
To Be Continued…
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