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by ruthie[Phil]

“Mishka, I think I'm going to die here – nobody knows where I am.”

Mishka did not answer. Nadia hugged the rag doll to her cheek and wept in the near-black gloom. The chain round her bare ankle scraped on the ground as she carefully hid her worn-out companion down the front of her dress. Mishka had been with her since the Red Cross lady visited the Orphanage near Bucharest when Nadia was little. She had no idea how long ago or how old she was at the time. Nadia guessed she was about sixteen or seventeen now. Mishka was her only possession, her only friend. Nadia sobbed and chewed on a scrap of paper she had found in the corner of the room. Using her fingers, she had felt around every inch of the bare walls and floor as far as the ankle chain allowed. It was padlocked around her leg and to a heavy ring, which was bolted to the wall. There was a bowl with water, a slop bucket, and a thin blanket. This had been Nadia's world for the past few...days? But how long had it really been – without sunlight and no clocks it could have been much longer. There was hardly any sound, no light apart from the constant line under the big wooden door with no handle. When the man came to check on her and leave food, he was masked and did not speak. Nadia had given up begging him to let her go. She just cowered in the painfully bright light while he was there and said nothing.

Nadia remembered the orphanage – how the poor food, monstrously cruel staff, and even the merciless bullying from the other girls were luxury compared to this! Oh why had she sneaked into the cab of the aid lorry? The driver laughed when he found her under his sleeping bag but had fed her chocolate and promised to give her a new life in the West. He kept her hidden while they traveled for hours through the night. She bitterly recalled the time they stopped in the middle of nowhere in the early hours of the morning. She had watched him through the cab window taking money from another man. He had counted it carefully then jerked his thumb towards the cab. Nadia shuddered as she remembered how the two strangers dragged her out and tied her wrists and ankles with rope. She would never forget the sack being forced over her head and being lifted into the back of their car. The sack did not come off until she was in this bare room and her ankle had been chained to the ring.

She moved Mishka further up the front of her faded brown dress between her small breasts and wished she had more clothes. But this was the uniform at the orphanage – one dress and one pair of knickers each week. Her broken-down shoes had been pulled off when she was bundled into the car. Now the dress and her gray knickers were soiled and she knew she was beginning to smell. What was going to happen? Where were they keeping her and what for? Nadia had realized very quickly that she was in terrible trouble and was totally at their mercy. She hadn't been raped or abused but she knew it was just a matter of time...

When the heavy door was unlocked and thrown open, Nadia knew straight away that this was different. She blinked in the sudden glare and gasped. Two men wearing black masks over their eyes came in and stared down at her. They were speaking to each other in what sounded like French but she only knew a few words and couldn't follow what they meant. They soon made things perfectly clear when the taller man knelt in front of her, slapped her very hard across her face and took the front of her threadbare dress in both hands. Blood began to trickle out of her nose and dripped on her chest. Nadia shrieked in pain and fright as he tore the thin cotton apart down to her waist, exposing her small breasts. Mishka tumbled out and landed on her lap. The man looked down, laughed cruelly and threw the doll across the bare room. Nadia whimpered in fear, watching him rip the dress right down through the bottom hem. Moments later, the ragged remains had been yanked down her arms and she was left cowering semi-naked against the wall. The other man punched her in the stomach then savagely took hold of Nadia's hair and dragged her up to stand. She cried and begged but every time she spoke or made any noise, she was slapped again. Barely able to contain herself, Nadia moaned and wept softly while her hands were forced together at her front. She felt hard things tightly gripping her wrists – metal cuffs. She couldn't free her arms! Nadia stared down tearfully while the chain was unlocked from her leg and more cuffs were snapped shut round her ankles. They were joined by heavy chain so she could still walk but only by taking short steps. Her hair was yanked back, cruelly forcing her head up. Something scraped each side of her neck. There was a harsh click and Nadia realized a metal collar was now locked around her throat!

Nadia felt a chain being locked on the front of her collar then she was dragged along like an animal! The tall man spoke in faltering Romanian. “Carry dress, doll too! You walk quick!” He thrust the shredded brown dress and Mishka into her cuffed hands and pulled her along by the collar chain. Nadia tried to shield her eyes from the harsh lights of the corridor and shambled forwards in chains, clutching the precious Mishka wrapped up in rags. She was terribly frightened and ashamed of being naked from the waist up. All she had left to wear were the dirty gray knickers with their holed and frayed seams. They marched her down the long corridor past several bolted doors. She could hear crying and sobbing – more girls? At the end was a flight of steps. With great difficulty, Nadia managed to climb down to the bottom. There was a large furnace like a huge bread oven with flames roaring from the fire beneath. She was pushed closer to the fire door until the heat began to hurt her bare legs. “Dress, doll to go in fire! Do now!” The man pointed at her precious bundle then at the flames!

Nadia gasped. No! Mishka – NO! She clutched the ball of rags tightly to her small breasts and shook her head. He jerked her hard by the collar and raised his fist ready to punch her hard. Fresh tears ran down Nadia's cheeks as she cradled the brown cotton with her cherished doll inside to her breasts. There was nothing she could do! Tenderly, gently, she parted the ripped cotton and stared down at her lifelong comforter. Choking back a sob, she softly kissed the doll's face for the very last time and covered it in the cloth. In absolute agony, she threw the ball of brown rags into the flames. Ohhh! Ohhhhh MISHKA!!!! The cloth caught immediately and curled away to reveal the doll's faded features. Nadia hid her face in her cuffed hands and stared in shock through her fingers. Her beloved Mishka seemed to stare back accusingly! The face began to smolder, blackened, and dissolved into glowing threads...

The man brutally forced her hands down. He was shouting at her, pointing at her knickers. “Tear off...put in fire! Tear now!” Woodenly, Nadia took hold of the right side of her last garment and began to tug the knickers apart. Still shocked by what she had just been made to do, she ripped the seam open then tugged on the other side. The gray cotton came apart easily, as it was so threadbare and partly holed along both sides. Nadia drew the ruined knickers out from between her shaking legs and stared down at the tattered cloth. “Now! Fire...now!” The soiled gray cotton rags joined the rest of her only possessions in the fire. Nadia stared at the flames licking the smoldering cloth. Ohhh my poor Mishka!

She wanted to scream, to rage at the wanton destruction of her beloved Mishka but she couldn't. All that came out of her mouth was a pathetic whimpering noise. They hauled her along past the furnace to a large room with white tiles on the walls and a stone floor. There were hoses and showers, and a metal bar at waist height with rings bolted into the ground below. She was pushed against the bar so it was hard against her back above her buttocks. The men forced her ankles apart until the hobble chain was taut then locked each cuff by more short chains to the floor so her legs were held open. When her arms were pulled up and over her head, Nadia whimpered in terror. She was being bent back over the bar! A chain from the floor to her wrists kept her painfully arched with her head staring upside down at the wall. She could her them talking while they removed their clothes! There was a buzzing noise then something hard and cold touched her body just above her private parts. Nadia squirmed in shock. They were shaving her pussy! She was totally defenseless and when she tried squeezing her thighs together they slapped her face hard. The men forced her legs wider apart with more chains around each knee to the sides of the bar. The shaving seemed to take ages! She felt their fingers rubbing her newly bared skin - it was horrible!

Were they finished? One of the men had a hose with a rounded metal end. What was he going...? She shrieked as the cold probe suddenly rammed up between her legs and into her privates, tearing past her soft folds to ruin her virginity! The icy water began to swirl inside her belly, making her cramp in dreadful agony. The probe was pulled back out of her cunt but she could feel the end pressing up again... NOOOOO!!!!! This was too awful, too cruel! She wept and struggled while the pipe was twisted up her ass! Cold water cascaded out between her buttocks, flushing away all the filth in her bottom. Nadia cried in pain-filled horror but they responded by cruelly yanking her matted hair downwards. The other man roughly brushed her teeth upside down with strong toothpaste. She coughed and spluttered as the toothpaste ran into her nose, stinging horribly! Nadia moaned in anguish, unable to stop them from degrading her like this! How could they treat her so badly!

The men finally took away the cruel pipe and freed her from the frame. But she was swiftly hauled across the room to stand unsteadily while they hosed her from head to foot with a high-pressure jet. As if to make the experience even worse, they used bristle brushes with disinfectant to scrub her clean. Nadia squealed in pain when her tangled hair was roughly washed and combed out under the cold spray. They took ages! By the time the men had finished, she was shaking and weeping but they had cleaned her thoroughly – inside and out! And all the time she could not get the awful image of Mishka burning out of her mind. Her only precious friend in the entire world – gone! When the men started to rub her body down with oil-soaked cloths, Nadia did not struggle. All possible resistance and protests had left her. She just stood in abject silence and let them move her body to whatever position they wished. The chain went back between her ankle cuffs. Her wrist cuffs were locked together and drawn up her back by a short chain to her collar. Nadia winced but did not make a noise while her hair was yanked and twisted into a tight ponytail on the top of her head.

Something hard was being pulled tightly around her waist. Nadia tried to look down and caught a glimpse of a curved metal strap. It squeezed shut with a harsh click and hurt her belly. When she felt a hard object being pushed between her knees, she began to struggle again. The men were pulling it up, scraping it against the inside of her trembling thighs. Then she felt the pressure against her anus and up between her privates! Her frantic screams were ignored – Nadia was almost lifted off her toes as the laughing men yanked the cruel device upwards. She wailed in agony as her bottom and privates were invaded by cold, hard things! The pain was so awful that she barely registered the harsh clicking of padlocks securing the ends of the band to the front and rear of the waist strap.

She was forced to her knees. One of men was standing behind her holding a cane just like Matron used to carry. The other man moved in front of her face. His thing was hard and sticking up. He gripped her ponytail with one hand and guided the throbbing tip towards her mouth - noooo! Nadia clamped her jaws but yelped as the cane made contact with her bare buttocks. The man in front pressed the end of his thing against her mouth. She tried to turn away. SWISH! The cane stung the backs of her thighs. AIIIIEEE!!! Again the tip of his thing pushed against her lips. This time she didn't twist her head away. It was awful - it was disgusting. Nadia forced herself to open her mouth. He pushed forward...

Nadia knelt, defeated and used. They had made her suck them both until they squirted bitter-tasting stuff in her mouth. They had made her swallow it all. They had made her lick their limp things clean. She felt dirty and somehow older, as if her childhood had been stripped away. Without warning, they hauled her up to her feet. She was soon marched back past the awful furnace and up the steep stairs. This time she was pushed into a different cell, again in pitch darkness. Nadia stood listening as the heavy bolts were drawn shut and the footsteps faded out of range.

Someone was in here with her! A low, desperate moaning noise somewhere to her left! Nadia got down on her knees and whispered very softly. “Please, please don't cry! Please – I'm a prisoner too a-and I won't hurt you!” The crying stopped. In the long silence that followed, Nadia heard the rustling of heavy chain and made out the vague outline of a figure in the almost complete gloom. It was another girl!

A familiar voice stammered in the darkness. "N-nadia? I-is th-that you?"