Asha was Used

By Tina B

“Asha was Used” continues the story begun in “Asha has been Taken”. His email was terse, containing information that only someone who had been there, who had witnessed Asha being tortured to please a club full of powerful men, would have known. Instructed to meet him in a foreign city, fool that I am, I went. Was driven blindfolded to a remote building. And left alone with him.

At first he seemed polite, explaining to me that, in order to really know what had happened to Asha, I would have to do what she had done. Then he said, “Is that acceptable?” What did I know? I said yes.

It started with my taking off my clothes. And got worse. Soon, very soon, I regretted it. Over and over and over.

WARNING: Contains extremely graphic representations of real-life non-consensual sex and torture. FOR ADULTS OVER 18 ONLY.

Contains the first chapter of my new full length novel, “Plain Sheelah” too!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tina B
• Release date: Apr 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311942654

Tina B

My earliest sexy memory is of discovering a paperback hidden behind the leather-bound books filling the spotless bookcases in my father's sprawling house. The paperback opened with a scene of a woman being tied to her bed by a detective – recreating the woman's rape so he could photograph it "for evidence". It made me wet – and I wasn't really even sure how sex worked yet. Later on, I would tie myself up when my parents weren't home, rubbing my crotch on the bed until I came. It wasn't until after college that I got up the courage to look for a bondage partner for real. And discovered that in most cases the real thing is a pale imitation of what one imagines. So I took up writing about my sexual fantasies. Wrote extensively for a now defunct website, StoryBondage.com. And now for you, here. If you're a submissive, remember to ONLY play in public places or privately with people you know well. ALWAYS let someone else know where you are and when to expect you back. There are a lot of sick fucks out there. Some of whom I write about.

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Asha was Used

Copyright 2014 Tina B

Published by Tina B at Smashwords

ISBN 9781311942654

WARNING

Contains graphic nudity, non-consensual sex and torture.

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Author’s note

One day, Asha simply disappeared.

When Roger and Asha (not their real names) contacted me some months ago about writing the story of their lives, it was to provide a record so that others would finally know what happened to a 19 year old girl in that terrible year. I was flattered, but quickly discovered that I was simply their last resort: what had happened to Asha was so terrible that even writers of pornographic novels had refused to deal with it. And the media – dwelling in the shit of people’s lives as they usually do – weren’t interested in something that, no matter how sickening, had happened in the past.

Well, I accepted. And wrote their story. The beginning of it, at least. Not long ago I sent them a first draft of what we had discussed so far. Several weeks went by without a word. Calls to them went unanswered. Finally, one winter day, I drove several hours to their home. And found them gone. No signs of a break in or struggle. Their stuff was still there, but they weren’t. Simply absent. I waited in the cold house all that night and into the following day, but I knew they weren’t coming back.

Subsequently I published that part of the story as Asha has been Taken. Perhaps you’ve read it. My hope was that someone would come forward and let me know they are alright. And someone did, though not as I would have liked. Not at all, I think with a shudder.

The email read simply If you want to know what happened to Asha, meet me.

Of course it could have been anyone. The address was from a proxy server somewhere, which usually means a phish or spam. Or perhaps a man who, stroking himself hard while reading the story I had told, wanted to meet the author without his wife finding out, his dreams of doing unspeakable things to me alive and well in his fevered brain. There are a fair number of such men, and I never go. There is too much risk, and I shudder to think what a man who got off on Asha’s suffering might want to do with me. So I did nothing. Forgot about it.

A day or two later I got a second email. It, too, was brief. I know about the gravel.

That got my attention. Asha had mentioned gravel at one point, but when I asked about it, the pain and terror in her eyes stopped me cold. I wrote back to ask for more details. Almost immediately he (and I assumed it was a he) responded with an intimate detail about the club where Asha had been tortured – details that I had not included in my story, but knew to be true.

It felt like the world was closing in on me, that a weight was about to be put on my shoulders that I didn’t want and might not even be capable of bearing. I emailed back asking if he knew where Asha was and if she was alright. His reply was cryptic. "Meet me