Chapter 1

Debbie had blown out the third guy that night just before she had left the club. He'd looked at her incredulous. He'd been polite, charming even and he'd was sure he was in here. But the long haired brunette had suddenly turned cold, in fact down right rude. He felt himself visibly shrink at her sarcastic put downs and it was only after she'd sauntered out of the bar did he wish he'd thrown his drink over her.

Debs adjusted her heels as she stood in the city street. She balanced on one teetering leg as she raised the other, hand holding her shin the heel touching her butt. She adjusted the straps bending her waist in her blue figure hugging dress; her cleavage exposed by the open plunging neck line.

There was a voice hailing her and she looked up to see a white cab pulling up. It was nearly 1 am and she sprang like a tiger to reach the car. She opened the door triumphantly as two other revellers sighed with frustration. They'd been waiting ages for a lift and some little tart just walks straight out into one.

"Tough!" Debbie thought to herself almost reading their minds, the frustrated expressions on their faces so explanatory. The driver, a mid aged Asian man just nodded to her in welcome then nodded again as she told him her address.

Debbie sat back her dress riding up, her long legs crossed. She could see the driver glancing in the mirror. She wriggled her butt on the seat her waif body stretching and yawing, her legs crossing and uncrossing flashing her white knickers.

She knew how much the fare should be, and reckoned she could get it for half. She would just be sooo sweet and innocent, confused even. The men all went ga ga for that. "Oh poor little me!" She joked to herself. "Little girl lost in the big bad city." This man was staring more than usual and she thought maybe he'd not charge her at all.

She looked out of the window and frowned. This was the wrong part of town.

"Hey excuse me you're going the wrong way."

The man shook his head pointing saying this was the address. Debbie raised her voice to a high and mighty tone.

"I don't think it is! What kind of taxi driv..." It was at this point she realised he might not be a taxi driver at all; just as his car dropped down a ramp into a dark under house garage.

Debbie shouted, anger turning to fear.

What the... How dare you. I'll ohhhh!" The man pulled her out of the back seat pushing her towards a cellar door.

"Get down there you white slut." He snarled, his hands on her arms gripping tightly.

Debbie stumbled in her heels, her waxed legs shinning in the almost pitch black. She struggled as he gagged her with a rag, both bodies panting in the darkness. Binding her wrists she was pulled up by a rope so she stood stretch her feet on tip toe the ceiling pulley creaking with rust. Finally he turned on the light and she wriggled her eyes blinking in the illuminated brick cell. She hadn't really caught a good look at him as he'd been facing away from her virtually all the time she'd met him. And now she definitely couldn't.

The dark skinned man was wearing a rubber fetish mask his shirt stripped showing his hairy fat stomach.

Debbie was moaning her eyes wide in horror. Around the room were racks and shelves with bizarre equipment on. The man came close to her putting his fingers to his zipper lips. He unblocked her mouth putting a finger over her young lips as he spoke.

"Just one hour that's all I want, and then if you're good you can go." She yelled and he shook his head." No one will hear you, and if they did no one comes to any ones aid in this part of town."