TheTrainingOfTanya2

by Bruce McLachlan

  Her fright was all the more ferocious because of the realisation that this would be her sole chance for freedom. If she failed, her enslaver would certainly take the necessary precautions to ensure a similar breakout never occurred again. Tanya knew deep down that she would quickly succumb to such bondage and forget all concept of flight. She would become a slavering submissive beast that would fervently accept any sadistic whim from her appointed clients. That in itself was not wholly unpleasant, but her life expectancy would be short because of the extreme nature of their ministrations.

  Chapter Five

  Rigid tentacles entwined themselves about Tanya's hips and legs. The myriad appendages locked on with dozens of suction cups that pinched her skin with their hydraulic grip. The touch jerked her fully awake and she felt the sludge churning with the movement of some aquatic monster. The denizen of the pit had already gained firm reign on its intended prey and was reinforcing it with more tentacles.

  Determined not to allow herself to be an easy meal, Tanya sought to pound the beast and drive it off. However, the treacle that was its habitat cushioned every blow and she never once even made contact with it. She thrust her spare arm down to try to pry off a tentacle, but as she did so, the beast hauled backward and almost ripped her other arm out at the socket. If it had not been snared about the ring, she would have surely been drawn deep beneath the viscous surface and to her doom.

  Tanya wrenched her free arm out of the sludge and established another anchor. She screamed as the beast renewed its attempts to drag her down with added vigour. It continued tugging in sharp bursts and squeezed ever tighter with its appendages until Tanya was certain her only options were either being crushed, drowned, or devoured on the spot.

  The drag ceased, but the entwining bonds of boneless flesh remained steadfast. Tanya wondered as to the creature's next move. She ran through countless possibilities and formulated her reactions with all the speed that the fear of being slain could muster. Despite all her efforts at prediction, not one of them prepared her for what actually occurred. With a squawk of alarm, she felt her sex being penetrated.

  Tanya's scream of abhorrence reverberated and filled the cave. The feel of the phallic tentacle probing within her, made Tanya chagrin with nausea and dismay. Despite the horror of this molestation, she dared not let go so she could try to expel the intruder, for the beast wanted her beneath the waters and perhaps this ravishment was the means to facilitate its desired goal. The monster plunged in mockery of intercourse. The ooze about her body bubbled and rippled with its efforts while it continued the violation and Tanya was left incapable of anything save holding onto the ring and crying out in shame and impotent rage.

  The experience was taken further as tendril tips brushed her anus and breasts. The invertebrate appendages started to fondle the vexed assets as a soft tip slipped in through her desperately clenched sphincter so it could stroke her insides. The viscid sludge of the pit acted as an efficient lubricant to assist access and Tanya could not deny it in any way.

  After a few minutes, Tanya could see the cruel lure of the acts. The bliss the beast inspired was incredible and it took all her resolve to commit to the recall that her ravisher was so utterly inhuman. She had to prevent herself from sinking into a heady trance of delectation.

  The delicate play of the pliant intruders in her body and the teasing caresses on her skin were astoundingly erotic. She draped her head back with her eyes fluttering as she fought to stop herself from revelling in the pleasure. She moaned for it to stop, she pleaded softly as she ached just to surrender herself to the rhapsody. Panting and twitching, she felt herself relentlessly strolling toward a crippling climax that would no doubt prove the means to dislodge her. The worst part was that Tanya was powerless to prevent it. The beast was just too expert at its work.

  The beast stopped suddenly. Pausing in its task, all movement had ended with the surrender of its intentions or the sating of its desires. Only the point that had penetrated her rear remained animate. The alien finger poked around just past the barrier that had so ineffectually staved off its entry.

  Tanya was torn between being glad that it had failed to break her, and misery that she had been deprived of a most glorious release.

  With a shove that lifted her up a full two feet, the vast tentacle behind this small tip crammed forward. It slid into her and negotiated the twists and turns of her innards with perfect skill. The widening length expanded her anus to such a degree that she feared she would be torn in two by the rash intrusion. Her entire abdomen seemed to erupt with agony. The tracts roared out their hatred of this insane trespass. Her arms slipped free of the ring and this left only her hands clenched to the metal hoop.

  Her howl was suddenly smothered as the monster yanked back. It kept the extremity tensed to create a hold that coiled throughout her rectum. The searing distress of having her belly used as a handhold was unable to be voiced because she was dragged under the surface.

  Tanya's arms snapped taut and her fingers managed to remain successfully clutched to the iron ring. The monster pulled and twisted its holds and Tanya feared that it would drag her innards free if it did not desist.

  The pain was almost more than she could bear, and the possibility of letting go was one she came dangerously close to succumbing to. The scream she had been unleashing as she was dragged under had lost her precious air and the occasional virulent jerk caused yet more to bubble free. Such assaults forced her to answer the distress with howls and they deliberately cut short the duration that she could remain submerged and conscious for. Drowning was becoming a greater certainty with each passing moment.

  The creature gave up and returned to the thrusting carnal assault after having failed in its mission of tearing her from her perch.

  Tanya hauled herself up. The exertion needed to clear the surface with the weight of the creature she had yet to see made every muscle in her arms flicker with fiery shots of strain. Her features emerged and she gasped for breath. The rash inhale sucked in a quantity of the gelatinous waters and after coughing up this sludge, she wheezed and gasped.

  Tanya retched profusely, but never became distracted enough by this discomfort to become oblivious to the grip within her body and the lethargic attentions of the beast.

  The many appendages stiffened and the creature maintained this rendered hold for a few seconds. It then let go and sank back down into the depths by simply permitting its bulk to sink without swimming. The injected tentacles were slack and lifeless and were paid out from her orifices at a gradual pace. The slithering flight of the intruders made Tanya scowl with rapture and vibrate as she felt them moving slowly within her. The subtle ridges and lines of suction cups shook her membranes. Her legs clenched together and the passage against her inner thighs added to her ecstasy. When she clenched her rear, the sensation was even more distinct. Tanya was immediately hollering against one of the most insane and weird feelings her body had ever encountered.

  The last tip came free and let her sore anus finally close. Tanya exorcised her impotent choler with a furious punching of the waters amidst cursing shouts. Having spent her overflow of wrath and frustration, she clutched to the ring and wept. Tanya closed her eyes and tried to rest as she awaited the next attack.

  She could not help but wonder how long she could survive against such a relentless foe. Famine would slowly weaken her frame and as her strength waned, the beast would succeed in tearing her free. Unless she was granted a reprieve and removed from the pit, her demise was as certain as the return of the beast. However, what actually was the thing?

  It had a cunning intelligence and tactical knowledge, so it had to be some sort of sorceress construction, something that had been put together by the foul bleak magics of the Witch Queen. Her enemy was some sort of rapist demonic squid monster, bent on using her for its own foul purposes. The knowledge that she was not being assailed by a mere animal was less comforting than it should have been because it meant that the creature would i
gnore instinct and plot until it had what it wanted from her. An animal would only seek to devour her. This thing had something else in mind and Tanya could formulate no predictions as to what it could possibly be.

  All she wanted was to return to her Master. The couple had methodically broken her. They had destroyed a knight and created a slave. Had it all been a vicious game to them? Had their interest in her vanished the moment she consented to forget her previous life and become theirs? She had been condemned to this pit, deserted by them to this stark end. Why could they not have done this straight away rather than torment her until she gave in, and then tear her soul with sorrow as they then banished her from their presence forever?

  Chapter Six

  Tanya crept down the corridor and reached the stairs without a problem. She began to ascend and stuck close to the wall where her naked feet and light tread, hopefully, would prevent any floorboard from announcing her presence with a creak.

  In the background, she could hear the faint crack of a whip and muffled cries. The sounds wafted up from further down the passage and testified that she was not the only captive destined for sadistic treatment to pleasure others and enhance Sebastian's profit.

  The back door honed into view and offered her a way out. She was readying to throw caution aside and dash for the portal when Sebastian unexpectedly stepped before the destination with a chunk of bread and cheese in his hand. With a look of startled surprise, he took in the sight of Tanya and instantly dropped his basic fare before bolting forward at her.

  Tanya speedily retreated with a squeak of shock. She darted down the passage to her side and hoped that she would not stumble into a dead end. She had little knowledge of this area of the house because her confinement had kept her largely below ground. The only times she had been up here was when she was handcuffed and on a leash and more often than not blindfolded and gagged as well.

  Her nemesis was gaining rapidly as she dashed onward. This caused her to risk ducking into an open room to gain a few seconds lead. With a jerk of her body, Tanya flung herself aside and into a lounge. As she had hoped, her pursuer ran passed on his momentum.

  Sebastian cursed vividly and skidded to a halt. He then turned and retraced his steps to continue the chase. Tanya sprinted for the nearest portal, threw it open and ran into the spacious dining room.

  Windows permitted sunlight to stream in through the opposite wall. The clatter of horses and feet upon the street outside betrayed that the other exit on the far right wall could only lead to a front door.

  Tanya charged forward without delay and reached out for the doorknob. The portal swung inward before she even made contact and the oak surface sharply greeted her front. A flash of white accompanied a wave of pain, which hurled her back due to the strike.

  Tanya slammed against the table. The force of the connection caused her to tumble onward over the polished surface until her velocity was wholly spent. As she rolled across the tabletop and fell with a harsh thud onto the floor opposite, she saw Sebastian occupying the open doorway. Having declined the continuation of the hunt, he had cut her off and blocked her only route out.

  An attempt to move, failed. Tanya's body was stunned by the fall. With a hiss of applied willpower, she made a more vehement demand of her frame and had it answer through sheer tenacity. Tanya rose awkwardly and faced her enemy across the table. His face was red and vexed at this unexpected problem in the otherwise smooth and profitable running of his operation.

  "I'll whip you till I see bone, you little slut. Now get over here before I get really annoyed," he demanded.

  Sebastian's words were as commanding as they were venomous and Tanya did not move. Her heart was racing. Her breath rushed in and out while she darted her gaze around and tried to figure out what to do.

  "Tanya, please. Let's talk about this calmly. Come here. I promise I won't hurt you," he said sweetly.

  Sebastian moved toward the table with a broad saccharin smile upon his face. Tanya backed up a little until her back brushed the wall. She knew him too well and refused to accept his transparent lie. He had trapped her once with that ruse and she was certainly not going to let him snare into it again.

  "Dammit, you whore!" he roared and slammed his fist on the table. "Get your arse here now before I skin you alive!"

  The prospect of such a fate sealed her decision and so, with a sudden lurch, Tanya streaked for the windows.

  Sebastian launched forward. The man threw himself onto the table with arms outstretched so he could try to catch her. His fingers brushed her commandeered clothes but failed to snag her.

  Tanya cast her arms up and did not slow down. She launched herself into the air just before she struck the glass and her arms erupted with fierce heat. The shattering of the panes and the lacerations it caused preceded a similar slicing of her body. The fine clothing she had stolen provided little protection from the trauma.

  For a moment, Tanya felt the whistle of wind upon her airborne frame, followed by the brutal strike of cobblestones as she hit the street, bounced, and then tumbled to a halt.

  The thunder of hooves filled her ringing ears and rose even over the sound of shattering glass that was still reverberating within them. Tanya jerked her head aside and the vision of an armoured warhorse filled the scene. She screamed as she saw the metal shod hooves that were poised to pound her into the ground.

  The horse reared under the command of its rider and leapt. The magnificent white charger flew over her petrified form. The graceful passage made her believe it almost capable of walking upon the very air.

  The spry vault reduced her sure demise to a glancing graze across her flank from a trailing hoof tip. It was but a slight scrape, yet it felt as though a battering ram had just pulverised her side. Tanya heard the moist crunch of ribs snapping like insects caught underfoot. All air leapt from her lungs and her sight swam from the wash of concussive pain that the injury brought with it, the intensity immediately brought her to a swoon.

  Tanya gasped for air and clawed at the ground. She was barely able to move because of the debilitating agony. Her sight was stained red from the trickles of blood her cuts were spilling from her skin and into her eyes and she could see other shallow lacerations dribbling more of her life onto the street.

  A hand clamped about her hair and yanked her back. She barely noticed the havoc on her scalp because of the vivid level that she was already experiencing. Her face was brought up to see Sebastian's incensed visage. Tanya knew then that she had failed.

  "You little whore, you'll b--"

  A silvery gauntlet lanced out from her periphery vision like the fist of an angel sent to deliver her. The gleaming metal knuckles slammed into Sebastian's features and sent the villain careening back out of sight. The same armoured glove caught her as her limp frame fell back toward the street after losing Sebastian's punishing support. The violence of its initial appearance had been reduced instantly to a tender gentleness.

  Through flickering vision and with unconsciousness looming in her mind like a wraith from the grave, Tanya took in an almost celestial vision. The gleaming shape made her wonder if she were not already dead. Could this be the escort sent to collect her from the material world? Whatever it was, she could hear Sebastian's bellowing voice as it demanded that she be returned to him. Even if this was some supernatural agency that came to greet her death, her wish to escape her enslaver was so pressing that she beseeched a swift retrieval. Tanya only hoped that she be removed from this existence and transferred to one where Sebastian could not reach her.

  "Take me from here, please. I cannot endure anymore," she said between sobs.

  Water welled in her eyes with the hysterical fright of what might happen should she be handed back into the care of the diabolic kidnapper. This day alone had seen her molested, bound, suffocated, sodomised, cut to ribbons, and kicked by a horse. Tanya's body had endured enough and would brook no more. If hell were her destination, it could be no worse than what skulked in the cellar o
f Sebastian's brothel. Even Amber's attentions were not reason enough to remain and risk becoming hopelessly addicted to such dreadful and all-consuming pleasures.

  With a shudder, Tanya's eyelids flitted shut and a shoal of blackness swam through her psyche.

  Chapter Seven

  The arrival of the creature went unnoticed because it swam up directly beneath Tanya. The first she knew of its arrival was when two spears of invertebrate flesh drilled into her belly and rear. The tentacles migrated along her tracts as a wave of secondary appendages closed about her limbs. With a shriek, she tightened her hold. The aberration replied by pulling back and towing her under.

  Instead of the wrenching tugs she had experienced before, the creature merely held her there, depriving her of access to the surface and thus giving her no alternative to drowning. Trapped and helpless, Tanya pulled at the ring with all her might, but could not defeat the power of her aquatic assailant.

  Tanya struggled and fought for escape, but could do nothing. Another tentacle tapped at her lips and sought accommodation. Tanya gritted her teeth and barred all passage. Then unexpectedly, the creature froze. Without concern as to why, she could only seek the surface and a lungful of denied air.

  Again, she had to combat the dead weight of her attacker and only the proximity of death's shadow leant her strength enough to complete her task. Her lips cleared the surface and she threw open her mouth to drag in all she needed. It was then that Tanya realised that she had fallen into the monster's crafty deception.

  The previously denied tentacle rolled down her oesophagus without pause. It filled her throat with its slippery length and entered her stomach. Lost to abject panic, Tanya released the ring and grabbed the length. With the gaining of its original objective, the sly beast plunged for the depths. Tanya was summarily dragged down as she clawed for a handhold and sought to expel the fat rubbery rods invading her body from every angle.