“Spectacular Tatiana”

Posted by tina on March 18, 2008 at 06:28:15:

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“Spectacular Tatiana”
By tina

Tatiana was a spectacular creature. She had a smile that dimmed the sun. Her laughter was a melodic refrain that would lift the lowest spirit. She often wore loose fitting casual dresses but when she donned a tailored suit or a slinky evening gown the luscious curves of her body would be pleasantly revealed. It was unfortunate that this lovely creature was a bitch. For all the outward sun a dark cloud had inhabited Tatiana’s inner spirit.

It proved especially unfortunate for Tatiana. For when the radiant smile was enveloped by storm clouds the word she-devil was an understatement. Poor Stanley was the victim of one of her tirades. The poor man had just gotten out of prison and was able to land not one but two jobs. He was a skilled mechanic and a superb driver of motor cars. A friend of a friend had gotten him a job at a local garage. The owner of the garage was often shorthanded at his valet service so Stanley worked on occasion at the casino parking garage.

That was how Tatiana bumped into Stanley. Of course it was Tatiana’s fault because she was a little drunk and was not paying attention to where she was walking. Stanley was a big man and Tatiana bounced off his firm body like a rag doll being thrown aside by a disgruntled child.

“My new gown,” Tatiana had screamed, “You’ve ruined my new gown.” She was pulling the ruptured seam back together as Stanley gaped at the spectacle. “And my nylons are ruined too you brute.” Tatiana had swung her purse at Stanley’s head but of course he being an ex-boxer he easily ducked out of harm’s way.

Poor Stanley had failed to duck away from the follow up round house from Tatiana’s mean side. The bitch had taken down Stanley’s name and employee number. She had almost ripped Stanley’s badge off his chest. “You’ll be sorry,” she had hissed.

Of course Stanley laughed heartily with his mates about the whole affair. It was his last laugh. The next morning his boss informed poor Stanley he could no longer use him at the Casino. “I’m afraid I have to give you the sack altogether, Stan my lad.” The boss had said this as he put a fatherly arm around the Stanley’s shoulders.

“It’s that bitch from last night,” Stanley had boomed out in an angry yell, “I’ll fix her pretty ass.”

“Now, Stan,” the boss had responded calmly, “you don’t do anything rash.”

The fired Stanley was already out of earshot as the boss waved a hand and walked back into the garage. “Shame,” he muttered to himself, “a good worker and an ace mechanic.”

Stanley’s rage was further fueled by free drinks from his sympathetic buddies at the pub. The more Stanley talked about revenge the more the lads urged him to it.

“I reckon I got nothing to lose.” Stanley had come to this conclusion as he stumbled back to his flat at the end of the evening. The next morning Stanley got out his notebook. He looked down the column of makes and models until he found her automobile.

“I should have remembered that plate number,” Stanley thought as he looked at the neatly printed plate number.

“TATS THE ONE”

For some reason Stanley always recorded the make, model and license number of the vehicles he parked. He wasn’t even sure himself why he had always done it. He was certainly glad that he had done for it allowed him a connection to the hated woman.

“I can find her now,” he whispered as he wacked a fist down on the page with Tatiana’s plate number.

Being an ex-con had its advantages. One of them was Stanley knew a private investigator that was willing to work the shady side of the street for a pal and the right price. Actually Stanley would have paid any price to get his hands on the bitch that got him the sack. It had taken only three days for the P.I. to come up with a name and address. It had taken Stanley another month to pin down Tatiana’s routine.

Tatiana was taking in the some sun on a glorious afternoon. She wore her favorite bikini. The spot of beach was always deserted in the early afternoon because most people found the sun too hot. Tatiana found the hot rays to be luxurious on her tanned skin. She was almost asleep on the chase lounge when the sun went behind a cloud. Except this wasn’t a cloud.

“Hmmmmpppfff,” Tatiana tried to scream. A clothe had been forced over her nose and mouth that stifled her call for help. There was an odd smell as Tatiana grabbed a powerful forearm. She squirmed off the chase lounge and her attacker pinned her to the hot sand as he kept the ether laced rag over the lower part of Tatiana’s face.

Her attacker was kneeling over her as she vainly struggled to break free. He was a big man and his knee was firmly planted in Tatiana’s stomach. Her fists had struck out weakly at the man’s chest as he pressed the cloth firmly against his intended victim’s face. The bright afternoon sun began to fade as the anesthetic worked its magic on Tatiana’s brain.

* * * *

Tatiana was having a bad dream. In the nightmare she was naked and cold. She was walking toward a distant light but she kept falling on down onto the hard pavement. Consciousness was gradually intruding on the dream and with sudden fear Tatiana realized that she was indeed naked and quite cold. She shivered herself awake. She was on her side. The surface on which she lay was hard and rough on Tatiana’s soft skin. The poor woman continued to shiver as she revived from her stupor. She tried to lift herself off the concrete floor but something was wrong with her arms.

When her eyes had finally focused Tatiana saw she was in an automotive garage. There was a chain hanging down from a pulley over her head. She followed the chain downward and realized for the first time that her wrists had been tightly bound by several loops of the heavy chain.

“Good evening, sunshine,” a voice from behind her startled Tatiana as menacing sound broke the deathly silence.

“Are you with me again?” The man asked as he walked to where Tatiana had lain.

“Who the fuck are you?” Tatiana blurted the question out as anger replaced her fear. “Where are my clothes?” The man had suddenly kicked Tatiana in the ribs, cutting off further questions and knocking the air from her lungs with a loud whoosh. Tatiana tried to roll away from her attacker but only managed to get herself tangled in the chain. The man continued to kick Tatiana in the back and buttocks as the woman screamed in pain.

“Please don’t,” Tatiana pleaded as the man pummeled her without mercy. To her surprise the man had stopped. He walked over to a controller hanging from the wench motor. Tatiana heard the machine whir into life. The chain binding her wrist had begun to tug her upward as the wench slowly wound in the chain. Tatiana looked around wildly as she was lifted up. Just as her toes lost contact with the concrete floor the man punched the stop button.

He walked slowly back over to where Tatiana was swaying back and forth. Her body would turn slightly and then rotate back. He reached out a hand and steadied the woman’s body. Tatiana looked at the man. He could feel her fear.

“You don’t remember me,” the man stated and then he had punched Tatiana hard in the gut. Tatiana gasped at the hard punch and again had trouble catching her breathe. Her arms stretched above her head compounded this difficulty. Fear again gripped the poor woman as she thought she would suffocate.

The man’s fist snapped out again and crushed Tatiana’s right breast against her rib cage. Despite the lack of air Tatiana yelped like a puppy.

“Please…please don’t…hurt me,” Tatiana used all her energy to whisper this plea.

The man responded by punching Tatiana’s left breast even harder.

“You should pay more attention, missy,” her tormentor spoke slowly, punching Tatiana hard every other word, “especially to one you got sacked.”

Tatiana thought she was going to be sick as the man punched her in the stomach and upper chest. She was amazed to see her nipples go hard from the beating. Tatiana failed to recognize Stanley as the man she had gotten fired. She tried to figure out why this total stranger was beating her.

Stanley had finally tired of Tatiana’s whining for mercy. He grabbed a handful of Tatiana’s hair, yanked her head back and slammed a fist into her nose. Tatiana spit blood as her nose shattered from the punch. “That will keep your bitch trap shut,” Stanley snarled as he wrapped his hands with protective cloth. Then he resumed punching Tatiana methodically. An upper cut to the chin would be followed by left and right hooks to each cheek. Then Stanley danced around his dangling victim. This dance was periodically punctuated with additional blows to Tatiana’s soft body.

“No referee for you, bitch,” Stanley said as he pummeled Tatiana’s kidney’s. After five minutes she had begun to pee. The urine was tinged pink with Tatiana’s blood. The petite brunette’s head flopped down on her chest and she moaned grotesquely as Stanley continued the savage beating.

Then he had stopped to get a bucket of water. He splashed Tatiana full in the face with the cold liquid. She sputtered water and blood but the shock of the cold water revived her. Her head wobbled from side to side as she watched the man move in again. She tried to scream as his fists had lashed out again and again. She had heard a cracking noise after one particularly vicious blow to her cheek. Something sticky was running down her face and to her horror she realized it was her blood.

The pain overwhelmed her as she lost count of the number of times Stanley hit her in the face and body. She had again lost consciousness and as she slid into the abyss she assumed she would never wake. She prayed she would die rather than be beaten any further.

The nightmare had returned. Tatiana was naked and cold again. This time her face was being pelted by stinging sleet. The bright light had again intruded itself on her brain as she swam up from the depths of unconsciousness. She had heard her moans as she had come awake again. Her face was stinging but not from anything natural. The man was kneeling next to her and she saw he had a swab that he was using to dab a dark liquid onto Tatiana’s face.

“I know, love, it stings a little” Stanley said as he used the liquid skin to cover Tatiana’s cuts. “Don’t want you to bleed to death on me,” Stanley said as he finished cauterizing the wounds with the dark liquid. “Here, have a look at yourself.” Tatiana gasped as she saw the horrible face peering out of the mirror. Her face was swollen and covered in dark welts and cuts. Her left eye was swollen almost completely shut. Tatiana let out a mournful wail at the sight of her lovely face pulverized like a piece of cheap steak. Then she saw that Stanley had stuffed cotton in both her nostrils to staunch the bleeding from her broken nose.

Stanley tossed the mirror aside and it shattered. “Ooops, Seven years bad luck for me,” Stanley said with a chuckle that sent a chill down Tatiana’s spine. There was a sudden bright light that momentarily blinded the hapless woman. Stanley used the torch to heat up a metal rod that was four inches around and eight inches long. He held the rod with tongs and watched the metal glow.

“Ah, just right to plug that ass of yours,” Stanley allowed as he returned. Tatiana was still tethered to the hoisting chain and it rattled as Stanley rolled her onto her stomach. Tatiana gazed over her shoulder in horror as she watched the rod being forced between her cheeks. Then the searing pain had come. The pain was so intense Tatiana opened her mouth to scream but no sound had come out.

A little blood oozed out of Tatiana’s rectum as Stanley finished jamming the rod all the way inside Tatiana’s tight asshole.

“There, don’t have to worry about you making a mess on the floor,” Stanley said as he tossed the tongs next to the broken mirror. He quickly moved to the wench and activated the motor. Tatiana was quickly hoisted into a sitting position which had forced the hot rod a little deeper into her rectum. Then she was pulled up to a standing position. This time Stanley stopped the wench as she came up on tip toe.

Tatiana watched the wench control swing in a lazy circle as Stanley rewrapped his fists with oily rags from the work bench. She had tried to tip toe backwards as Stanley approached her from the front. The chain had come taut and she was sliding back toward her attacker when he again hit her square in the face. Stanley made sure to hit her nose with a downward blow so there was no chance of driving cartilage into Tatiana’s brain. That would have put too quick an end to the bitch’s life.

“I’m afraid you need to suffer some more, love,” Stanley whispered as he danced around the dangling damsel. Stanley had not thrown as many punches this time but each blow was directed to damage some part of Tatiana’s anatomy. He had focused half a dozen punches on Tatiana’s kidney’s and had stopped only when she had began to dribble blood down her white thighs. Stanley knew even if he stopped now the woman was doomed. A lacerated kidney was an athlete’s worst nightmare. A boxer was especially vulnerable and of course this slut was neither a boxer nor an athlete despite her lovely firm body.

Stanley had then moved back around and had lightly jabbed Tatiana in the face. The blows had not been hard but each flick of the fist had felt like a thousand needles being pushed into Tatiana’s skin. Tatiana was not sure but she thought she had fainted again because her tormentor was back over at the wench. She had not seen him as he walked away nor had she felt another bucket of cold water being splashed on her to revive her for the final attack. She moaned groggily as the wench again whirred as Stanley had brought Tatiana off the floor. Her toes had dangled six inches above the concrete floor of the garage when he shut off the motor. Stanley walked slowly back to where Tatiana hung. Her eyes rested on a level with the top of Stanley’s head. Her left eye was useless but her right eye tracked her attacker. Her swollen lips, blood encrusted had moved slightly as she tried to beg for mercy. Tatiana had no idea she was as good as dead.
Stanley grabbed a hand full of Tatiana’s short dark hair. The rags wrapped around his palms had been tinged red with Tatiana’s blood. He had walked the woman backwards using her hair to pull her up and then he had let her swing free. As Tatiana’s swung helplessly away from Stanley she looked squarely at him with her good eye. She reached the end of the arc and the chain snapped tight and she had begun to swing back. Tatiana saw the huge man brace himself. Tatiana wriggled her body as she tried vainly to evade the crazed killer.

It all had seemed to happen in slow motion. She had heard him shout something. She had heard the word bitch. That was it he had shouted “Good bye, bitch.” Tatiana’s right eye opened wide as she saw the huge fist coming. Her mouth had opened in a final scream that still had not come. Stanley timed the punch perfectly as he stepped into the blow. His fist rammed into Tatiana’s nose and her body had flopped like a rag doll. He stepped away as Tatiana convulsed wildly at the end of the chain. Her lungs heaved as the routine messages from her brain had gone haywire. Tatiana’s legs had worked like a pair of scissors. Stanley smiled as he watched the woman’s body as it jerked at the end of the chain.

Stanley recognized the convulsions as the doomed woman’s final throws of death. He had known this because he had seen a boxer die in the ring before. It wouldn’t be long now before his vengeance was complete. He walked up and thumped Tatiana’s left breast.

“Almost finished, love,” he had said. The ravaged body finally calmed. The right eye was still fixed on Stanley but he doubted the woman was gazing at him. He watched the body relax. Like a partially deflated balloon he saw the life ooze out of the once lovely body. “Well, all good things must come to an end,” Stanley said to the hanging corpse, “Yours sooner than mine.” The killer’s laugh echoed in the garage as he walked toward the exit sign.