by Tessa Valmur
‘You bastards! I didn’t agree to this! Let me go!’ Tanya swore, the effect of the drug fading now and some of her strength returning along with a rising sense of nervousness at her predicament. The man with the camera switched the machine off and eased its weight from his shoulder.
‘I’ll edit that bit out.’
‘You’ll have to edit the rest out as well, because if you think I’m going to do what you want you can sod off!’
‘We’ll see about that,’ answered the young man named Miles.
Tanya glanced over her shoulder at him just in time to see him gesture to the nurse. A second later and the chloroform soaked cotton wool pressed against Tanya’s nostrils and the nurse’s soft hand was smothering her mouth. Tanya shook her head, gurgling in protest.
The chemical was ruthlessly effective and in seconds Tanya’s head was slumped on the leather couch and once again she was struggling to remain conscious.
‘Uhhh...don’t...make...me...’
Even as she tried to object to what they were doing to her, a pair of hands firmly took hold of her chin and encouraging her jaws apart they forced into her mouth what felt and tasted like a large rubber ball.
‘Nuhh...’
‘Keep still now, there’s a good girl.’
The chloroform soaked cotton wool was held under her nose again. Tanya sighed weakly.
‘Feeling sleepy are we?’
Her eyes fell heavily shut and Tanya sighed as sleep took her forcibly. Whether she was unconscious for a few seconds or many minutes she had no idea.
Opening her eyes the first thing she took in was that the cameraman was filming again, this time from directly in front of her and looking at the glass of the camera’s lens close before her she saw her face reflected, a red rubber sphere protruding from between her forcibly parted jaws, leather straps tight across her cheeks and even as she watched the nurse was fastening the straps at her nape.
‘Nuhh!’
‘You’ll have to learn Tanya, that unless you can control that tongue of yours, you’ll be kept silenced. The choice is yours,’ Miles cautioned.
'Some more restraint would be a good thing I think,' said the young nurse picking up several long leather straps.
Tanya shook her head, groaning through the gag in objection as a leather strap was wrapped around her thighs, close up under her buttocks then pulled tight and fastened, forcing her legs close against the bench. She blinked back her tears, the last of her courage evaporating as another strap fell over the small of her back. As it was tightened she sighed, shamefully conscious as it was fastened, how it left her buttocks thrust out over the edge of the leather bench and too her surprise she found she suddenly now felt aroused by what she was being subjected to.
As if reading her thoughts a hand briefly caressed her rump and she screwed her eyes shut in humiliation.
‘I shouldn’t be surprised if you get to learn to enjoy this, Tanya,’ the young man laughed softly. She felt his hand linger against the curve of her arse then move lower. The lips of her sex were wet under his exploring touch. She writhed ineffectually against the straps and cuffs; the sensation of being touched there, whilst she was so defenceless was deliciously arousing.
‘The bitch is loving this,’ commented the man dryly.
Tanya groaned inwardly as she heard the man’s comment. Of course they could sense how she was responding and for a brief moment she felt ashamed of being so aroused by being put in such a position.
Another strap, high over her back, was pulled tight pinning her shoulders down against the bench and squashing her breasts under her. Tanya grunted through the gag and now try as she might she could hardly move. These people certainly knew what they were doing. Tanya gazed at the camera lens close before her and saw again her reflection and the ball gag protruding from her forcibly parted jaws, her lips curling over it in a painful grimace as her mouth was held achingly wide. Experimentally Tanya screamed for them to let her go but her words were nothing more than a faint moaning, so ruthlessly effective was the gag.
‘She’s not going to be able to do anything to object now, irrespective of what we do to her,’ the nurse ran her fingers along the edge of the broad leather strap, feeling Tanya’s muscles straining underneath it. Tanya sighed, writhing a little as the man’s fingers brushing her sex lips slid inside her, twisting and pushing deeper.
‘Give her an introductory lesson in the art of discipline then would you nurse?’
The fingers withdrew from her sex, drawing a gag muffled groan from Tanya. To her shame and surprise, what she was being subjected to was potently exciting. Thankfully she was gagged otherwise they would have heard her cry of pleasure as the man thrust his fingers into her pussy.
'Time for you to learn some manners young lady: do you know what this is?'
Tanya gazed at the young woman now standing before her, a short leather strap cut into half a dozen thick strands in one hand.
She had imagined that the man was going to fuck her and though she might have pretended to object she wouldn’t have minded. Now though, the realisation that she might be subjected to some pain, made her jerk her arms and legs urgently against the straps that held her down. The man grinned with amusement at her efforts to extricate herself.
‘Not a hope, darling; you’re just going to have soak up the pain and accept that we’re going to do to you just whatever pleases us.’
‘Nnnhh!’
‘You can shake your head all you want,’ admonished the girl dressed in the nurse’s outfit, ‘but you’ll have to learn to take your punishment.’
‘Doesn’t she look good struggling so hard. Nothing like smooth bare skin glossy with perspiration to arouse the senses.’
As the man spoke he stroked Tanya’s bare back and drew his fingers teasingly down her ribs close to but just avoiding her breasts that were squashed under her against the bench.
'This is called a tawse and I am sure it'll help you to become a more civilised young lady who knows her place and who knows what is expected of her.'
The woman swung on one heel and walked down the side of the couch.
The next seconds passed with agonising slowness. Tanya began shivering uncontrollably. She buried her head against the leather of the couch and held her breath. This was for real and it was being filmed! They were going to whip her and film her suffering! There was a deliberate pause and the tension was too great. Tanya shook her head, looking up, eyes wide with alarm, then just at the moment she gazed into the camera she felt the leather crack down against her exposed rump.
Thwack!
‘Nuhh!’
The pain was sudden, sharp and strangely sweet. Tanya felt herself wanting to cry; she sighed through the gag, gazing at her reflection in the camera lens. Strands of her long honey blonde hair fell across her face; other strands were caught in the leather straps that hugged her cheeks. Between her generous, soft lips the rubber ball protruded and seeing herself gagged was deeply arousing.
When the boys at the university had gagged her, forcing her own panties into her mouth the sensation had been as potent as if someone was teasing her clit. The feeling of losing control and being dominated had been strangely and headily arousing. Deep down though Tanya had known that if she’d really wanted to she could have torn herself free from Julian’s hand that pressed down over her mouth and she could have screamed at the top of her voice for help. She knew that someone would probably have heard and more than likely the boys would have quickly let her go. They were after all friends and she had deliberately egged them on and they all knew it. Despite her protests that she didn’t want a fuck, they and she knew that she was really willing for them all to enjoy her body and her struggling was just a show. The excitement of her protesting and the lads taking her by force had added to the pleasure of the experience for all of them.
Now though, there was no way on earth she could extricate herself from her bondage and there was certainly no way she could free herself from the gag they’d subjected her to. The rubber ball was just soft enough to sink her teeth into fractionally but far too firm to squash. It filled her mouth completely and held her jaws wide enough to be uncomfortable. Even if the ball wasn’t held firmly in place by the leather straps that were tight across her cheeks she doubted that she could have expelled it from her mouth without using her hands. That option in any event was denied her since her hands were held down a little above and to either side of her face. She gazed at the leather straps that bound her wrists. They were broad and supple and well used. The wrist cuffs resembled dog collars and were fastened in just the same manner except that the leather cuffs over-lapped each other. There were thick cords like heavy bootlaces tied to metal D rings which were fastened to the wrist cuffs and the cords had been pulled taut and secured to the corners of the couch. What they were fastened to Tanya couldn’t see since the cords ran over the edge of the padded couch but jerking her arms against the restraints the cords came taut and no amount of effort would pull them loose or allow her to lift her hands anything more than a fraction from where they were held pinned. Well, she reflected, there was certainly no way she could get free and no way that she could tell them to stop. She was completely at these people’s mercy. The thought should have made any ordinary girl terrified but whilst Tanya was certainly alarmed at the prospect of what she might be subjected to she was also excited by the possibilities that lay ahead.
The tawse came down again against her bare rump.
Thwack!
‘Uhhh!’
Tanya jerked her arms desperately against the tight leather. Sweat glistened in the valley of her collarbone as she lifted her body, straining to pull herself free. The first blow had been exciting, arousing, but perhaps quite enough. Now after the second her bottom stung painfully and she knew, or imagined, that she couldn’t bear very much more of such pain. She blinked back the tears that had welled in her eyes after the second blow and for a brief moment she was allowed to focus on the sensation of the painful heat of the tawse striking her bare bottom. The pain radiated outwards, from her rump and seeping into her sex or so it seemed. Her thighs quivered, her chest heaved as she panted and mingled with it was the feeling of the leather, uncompromisingly tight around her ankles and wrists as she was held down, all too helpless and utterly vulnerable for whatever lay in store.
‘Nuhh...’
Tanya gave a plaintive cry and looked about her. She saw smiling, grinning faces and knew that they had no intention of letting her go yet. This was just the beginning, she realised and the thought went like a dart from her brain to her sex and made her sigh into the gag, as her pussy grew moist at the thought of what might lay ahead.
Thwack!
This time the tawse was delivered with a little more force and the pain made Tanya jerk urgently against the restraints. She felt the straps tight across her back and realised that she was utterly helpless.
Thwack!
She strained against the leather belts but she couldn’t lift her back, couldn’t close her legs. Her bottom throbbed now with pain and she wanted it to stop or at least for them to let her rest for a moment.
Thwack!
She writhed and twisted as the whip goaded her. The leather restraints creaked dully but held her fast. This was too much, she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. She looked urgently about, tears misting her eyes. They had to stop, they really had to, she thought, desperate now to be shown some mercy.
‘Dear me, is something the matter?’ taunted the girl, delivering the strokes.
‘Does that feel a little tender now?’ The man stroked over the swell of her arse making Tanya flinch and sigh. She felt his fingers slide between her buttocks and then his fingertips were stroking her sex and it was too much for Tanya who groaned into the ball gag, tossing her head from side to side.
Her already swollen clitoris was lightly caught between finger and thumb and squeezed then pulled a little. Tanya gave a plaintive sigh. A finger slid slowly into the moistness between the folds of her sex. Tanya whimpered pathetically and found that she was silently begging, imploring the man to finger-fuck her and make her come. She was achingly in need of an orgasm and she felt feverishly aroused.
‘She needs more pain, nurse; if you would be so kind,’ said the man, matter of factly, then he withdrew his touch and for a few long seconds there was only the feel of cool air against Tanya’s bare arse.
Thwack!
Again the tawse bit against the already stingingly sore skin of her bare arse. Frantically, Tanya shook her head in objection. They were taking this too far, she couldn’t take any more pain, they had to stop!
‘How are we feeling now Tanya?’
The man gazed down at her, smiling smugly. She looked up at him, panting hard and glaring angrily. The bastard had to make the bitch with the whip stop; she was being too hard on her.
‘Oh dear, poor Tanya, are you crying?’ the man smiled apologetically and he delicately wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.
‘Is this all a little bit too much for you?’
His patronising tone was infuriating but Tanya could do nothing: she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move. She was forced to take whatever punishment they fancied subjecting her to and the truth was she couldn’t bear the thought of being whipped much more, her body felt awash with pain already. Abjectly she gazed up at the man, realising that anger and indignation were getting her nowhere. With her pretty blue eyes wet with tears, wide and sorrowful, she silently begged the man to show her some mercy. As if sensing her thoughts, he nodded sympathetically.
‘Feeling contrite already?’ he asked, smiling down at her.
***
Miles had walked around to where he had a good view of her face.
He liked to see their pretty faces become contorted with pain and humiliation. After half a dozen strokes every girl began to cry or plead. This one though had started off gagged so of course she couldn’t beg them to stop, she could only suffer in silence. He knew enough about the randy little bitch to know she deserved plenty of this treatment. And if she found this too much then she was in for a surprise, this was just a taster of what they had planned for her. Her Godfather had taken the trouble to photocopy numerous pages from her diary and Miles, grinning to himself, had enjoyed reading them. The young bitch had come to the right place to fulfil her fantasies; that was for sure.
Miles stroked her hair from the girl’s face. She tried pulling back but couldn't so he took further advantage, letting his hand caress her cheek as the nurse smacked the leather down again on her rump.
Thwack!
Unable to resist the urge to drag her arms against the constraints even though she could see how useless her struggling was, the girl writhed frantically. Miles watched her struggling with amusement and mounting excitement.
He’d seen plenty of young girls lured by the film company’s rewards of lucrative payment and he had lost track of how many girls he’d seen in similar positions to the one Tanya now found herself in. She was though, easily one of the most desirable girls he’d encountered. Physically she was all too fuckable; slim, generous tits, narrow waist and slender long legs with nice firm buttocks and thighs. She had the body of a model; not a fashion model with legs to her armpits and small tits; Tanya had the body of men’s magazine model; shapely legs that you could imagine slithering across the bed sheets and with breasts that provocatively taunted by their size and perfect shape. More than that though Tanya had an impish, mischievous smile and her blue eyes sparkled with the promise of what she’d been willing to do. There was something about her expression that seemed to say she would be a good time girl for any man who had the balls to take control of her.
Fro
m the moment Miles had met her, he had determined that he wanted to fuck Tanya and to fuck her senseless. Before that though he wanted to tame her and recognising that she was deep down another naturally submissive girl, he knew his first task was to break her to the rein, like a wild filly. He would then make her submit to the whip and finally he would mount her and force her to accept him as her master. Bringing Tanya to rein had been all too easy; the dumb blonde had all too unwittingly played right into his hands. Now she was learning to respond to the whip. Having read her diary, he knew just how he needed to train her and he felt confident that it was just a matter of time before he had her completely under his control.
'Does that feel a little too persuasive for you, Tanya? Are you thinking that you should maybe be saying sorry to your teachers for the way you spoke to us earlier?'
Tanya looked up into his face, her ball gag spread lips trembling, her pretty blue eyes moist with tears. He could tell that already she’d had enough. She’d not lasted as long as he’d imagined she might. She obviously didn’t like the taste of pain quite as much as some. But then in her diary she hadn’t fantasised about being on the receiving end of such punishment. She had though confessed to fancying being forcibly taken by a group of men and she had described in vivid detail an episode when she’d deliberately got drunk with four male students and then egged them into subjecting her to a gangbang. Her Godfather had thoughtfully photocopied much of her diary and Miles had been afforded a chance to read it. They’d agreed that Tanya was, though just nineteen more than ready to experience what the film company could offer her. In fact having read the lurid details of some of her fantasies, they had no qualms about giving her the lead part in the next film where she’d be playing a poor teenage girl subjected to all manner of torment from the owners of the private school in which she had been incarcerated.
