Tanya's Torment

by Tessa Valmur

  Miles had already decided that he’d make sure Tanya got what she wanted as far as her diary was concerned and more besides, if he was given the chance. The bitch had made it crystal clear what she craved and he would be more than happy to make sure she was satisfied.

  ***

  Dear Diary Monday June 13th.

  Well, after the episode with Julian and his mates I have spent the whole week day-dreaming during lectures about what I could do this weekend that would be more scintillating than getting gangbanged by Julian and his friends. I was quite tempted just to ring him up and ask him if he was up for it again but I think he might have been a bit embarrassed by the episode after he’d had time to sober up and to reflect on what we’d all got up to.

  Anyway I found myself fantasising about what it would have been like if it had been with four blokes who I didn’t know. What would it have been like if they’d held me their prisoner for longer than just an hour or so? On Thursday afternoon I was sitting in a History lecture daydreaming about being abducted by four guys whom I’d bumped into in a pub and who then had followed me home. Whilst I was supposed to be taking notes on the Macedonian and Punic Wars I was sketching in my mind images of me being stripped and gangbanged by four meaty, anonymous blokes. On Thursday night I went to bed and continued my fantasy, on Friday I dressed in my favourite black mini skirt and tank top and went to some of the pubs where students don’t go, on the rougher side of town. I returned home alone that night but resolved to make another foray on the Saturday night. I woke up on Sunday morning in some guy’s bed with a bit of hangover and a vague recollection that we’d had a decent shag but I went back to my digs on Sunday in the early afternoon feeling ravenous. I had missed breakfast and lunch and I was in urgent need of a gangbang!

  I fell asleep on my sitting room sofa after a Chinese takeaway and a few glasses of wine and had the most delicious dream. I imagined that I met this muscled hunk, mid-twenties who took me back to his home on a housing estate on the south side of town to meet some of his mates and to teach me pool after I had expressed an interest, having chatted him up in a pub where I’d watched him playing pool. Back at his place, he showed me his pool table, which was set up in his garage. He called some of his mates on his mobile and they came round for a game. Well, it didn’t take long before I realised that the game was “let’s strip and fuck the girl senseless”. Of course I tried to get out of the garage but they quickly cornered me at the far end against the up and over door which they pulled down and as soon as I started shouting for help they pinned my arms behind my back and smothered my mouth with their hands. I writhed like mad but two of them were holding me still and whilst one of them began to discard his jeans the fourth one got some duct tape from a work bench, cut off a strip and they pressed it across my mouth, gagging me.

  They then dragged me kicking and struggling across to the pool table and forcing my waist up against the edge of the table, two of them got my wrists and pulled my arms outstretched from the far side. My mini skirt was hoisted up around my waist and my G-string was impatiently pulled aside. I cried out for them to stop but the tape muffled my pleading and the next thing I felt was someone behind me coaxing my thighs apart and then a cock was driven into my pussy.

  When I woke, saw my empty takeaway boxes and unfinished glass of wine all I could do was to sit up from where I’d fallen asleep on the sofa and rub my stiff neck and resolve to clear up the lounge, brush my teeth like a good little girl and go to bed straight away and hope that I could carry on with my delicious dream.

  ***

  Miles nodded to the girl dressed in the nurse’s uniform who was waiting on his authorisation to continue delivering the punishment. For a moment he had wondered whether their victim had suffered enough but then, remembering her lurid dreams that she’d recorded in her secret diary, he had no trouble in convincing himself that Tanya was desperate to experience as much torment as he could mete out to her. He gave his accomplice a tacit nod and watched as she brought the tawse down again on the tethered girl’s naked and now crimson bottom.

  Thwack!

  The tawse cracked against the bare rump again. The skin was already streaked red and Miles watched as Tanya renewed her efforts to extricate herself from the restraints. She was a seriously fit bitch, her slim body well toned and she was putting up an impressive struggle to free herself. Her desperate efforts to escape would certainly make good viewing, he mused, watching her writhe and twist frantically against the restraints they’d fastened upon her. Her bare arms and legs were glossy with perspiration and she was breathing hard. Struggle all you want, little girl, Miles thought to himself, you’ll not get free from those cuffs.

  Thwack!

  Tanya gave a gag muffled cry of anguish, tears began to run down her cheeks and she shook her head despondently. Miles stroked her bare legs where they were shiny with sweat around the inside of her shapely thighs. Her tight T-shirt was damp across her back. She looked in a pleasingly sorry state already and they’d hardly even begun. He stroked his fingers through her tousled hair and tightening his grip amongst her blonde strands he forcibly drew her head up so she had to meet his gaze.

  ‘This is your own fault,’ he smiled apologetically, ‘and it’s so un-necessary really. Why don't you just say how sorry you are? Admit to me that you're a bad little girl and I'll take care of you.'

  Tanya gazed up at him; he could read the pain and distress washing through her in her wide, pitiful eyes. He nodded again to the woman.

  Thwack!

  The tawse cracked against Tanya's buttocks. She gave a long, anguished groan.

  'Don't you want this to stop?' Miles crouched in front of the girl, releasing his grip on her and lifting strands of blonde hair clear from her face. She was panting hard now, perspiration running down her cheeks and neck.

  'Now be sensible and tell us how sorry are for your bad behaviour.'

  Miles crouched closer to her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She opened her eyes and looked imploringly at him.

  'This will go on until you say sorry.'

  'She's a stubborn little thing,' said the woman, wiping the beads of perspiration from her own brow.

  'Well, she's got to learn to say sorry and mend her ways,' said Miles, ' let’s have a look and see what condition her pretty little bottom is in.'

  His hands ran over the swells of her buttocks, gently drawing her mounds of flesh apart and massaging them at the same time. The tethered girl struggled weakly. The cameraman moved down the side of the couch and the camera was swung in and focused on Miles as he examined the bound girl’s rump.

  'Silly girl, you can't do anything, you'll just bruise your wrists, keep still while I just look...'

  Miles put the fingers of one hand into the crease between her taut buttocks. Tanya squirmed ineffectually. His fingers moved down to her soft slit of flesh. Tanya shook her head, whimpering through the gag as his fingers opened her up and calmly invaded her body.

  'Very warm and damp aren't we?'

  'She's stopped struggling, maybe she likes that,' suggested the woman scornfully.

  'I think this little girl is enjoying our punishment, that's why she doesn't want it to stop,' said Miles sliding two fingers further into the defenceless girl’s exposed sex.

  'You like that don’t you?' Miles gently demanded, letting his fingertips just lightly brush over the girl’s swollen sex lips, 'You want me to do this to you, don’t you? You’re enjoying this punishment aren’t you?’

  Tanya groaned through the gag. Weakly she lifted her head from the couch and shook her head.

  ‘Well Tanya, if you don’t want this treatment to continue, you have to say how sorry you are for your bad behaviour. Well, what have you got to say for yourself?’

  Straining to look back over her shoulder so she could make eye contact with the man, Tanya gazed abject
ly at him, gurgling incoherently through the gag.

  ‘Let’s see what you’ve got to say for yourself.’

  Unbuckling the strap at Tanya’s nape he eased the hard rubber ball from her mouth. Immediately Tanya was blurting out breathlessly in earnest protest.

  ‘Somebody help me! Please...let me go, I don’t...uhhh...’

  Jamming the ball gag back into her protesting mouth Miles silenced her once more. Desperately trying to resist the gag Tanya shook her head urgently but it was easy for him to pull the straps taut across her cheeks and a second later he had the strap fastened snugly at her nape.

  ‘Well Tanya, if you don’t want this treatment to continue, you have to stay how sorry you are for your bad behaviour. Are you ready to apologise?’

  The girl glared up at him and shook her head negatively.

  ‘Very well; nurse, give her another six of the tawse.’

  Stepping back, Miles watched with self indulgent relish as the young girl posing as the nurse brought the leather tawse down across Tanya’s arse.

  Thwack! Thwack!

  Tanya gave an anguished cry, shaking her head urgently but the ball gag effectively muffled her objection.

  ‘On her back.’

  Thwack! Thwack!

  Miles watched with amusement as his tethered victim tried to buck under the blow but the strap across her back prevented it.

  ‘Thighs,’ Miles ordered.

  Thwack!

  Thwack!

  Tanya’s slender legs jerked urgently against the restraining cuffs.

  ‘That’s enough for the moment,’ he ordered.

  Tanya was panting rapidly now and Miles, who had practised this torture so often, had got it down to a fine art. This time when he fingered her sex she was slick and hot to his touch and from her gag muffled sigh he knew she was on the brink of an orgasm. However much they might hate the pain, this situation, being bound and treated like this invariably would make the right sort of girl come. They just needed the right treatment. Of course this was just the start. Once they had been trained to get off on a judicious mixture of pleasure and pain they were given other even more viciously stimulating treatments. And even if they didn’t enjoy what they were subjected to, they had no say in the matter and it made for equally good film material.

  ‘Is that feeling good... you like that don’t you? Come on Tanya... time to come...’

  He stroked her slowly, skilfully, he’d had plenty of practice and then when he judged she was getting close to her climax he fingered her deeply, pressing his thumb at the same time against her swollen clitoris. Familiar with the routine the cameraman had zoomed in as obligingly Tanya’s slender body shook and writhed against the restraints as she was brought to orgasm.

  ‘Now Tanya, I wonder if you’re ready to confess to being such a bad little girl?’ Miles asked withdrawing his fingers. The girl looked up desperately at him.

  ‘Nurse; the tawse again please; on her rump.’

  Thwack!

  The girl jerked under the blow, her eyes smarting with the pain.

  Miles stroked her arse, making her flinch as he traced the red lines left by the leather tawse.

  ‘Again.’

  Thwack!

  Tanya jerked her arms and legs, writhing urgently, tears now running down her soft cheeks. Her pretty, blue eyes gazed up forlornly at him, begging him to stop the punishment.

  ‘Again.’

  Thwack!

  Her eyes screwed shut, her straining body taut against the straps; Tanya’s hips ground urgently, her neck arching back as she writhed frantically. Through the ball gag he could hear her muffled cry. The bitch had come again! So she was the type that really did like being treated like this, he mused. Well, she’d get all she could take, that was for certain.

  ‘Well Tanya, this punishment will go on unless you’re ready to say how sorry you are for your bad behaviour. Do you want to tell us how sorry you are?’

  The girl nodded and Miles grinned with satisfaction at having broken her spirit of defiance. Unfastening the gag’s strap he eased the ball from her mouth.

  ‘Now, apologise like a good little girl,’ he ordered.

  ‘I’m sorry... please don’t punish me anymore...’

  ‘Well done Tanya. I think Scawder School is going to make you an obedient young girl, after all. Don’t you?’

  Tanya gave a consensual nod and Miles grinned, stroking her tousled hair affectionately.

  Chapter Three

  Tanya lay passively as the man unclipped the wrist cuffs from the corners of the couch and then unfastened her legs.

  ‘There, that wasn’t too bad was it?’ Miles grinned at her.

  ‘You bastard...how dare you treat me like that?’ Tanya gasped, still breathless and in shock from what she’d been subjected to. Her poor bottom throbbed but as the man loosened the restraints from her limbs she began to realise that there had been something about the whole ordeal she’d found intensely stimulating. So stimulating in fact she’d come repeatedly. The thought made her cheeks crimson.

  ‘Let me help you up.’

  ‘I can manage, get your hands off me!’ Tanya glared daggers at the man as she stumbled to her feet. Dazed and breathless, wearing only high heels and her T-shirt, she gazed around her. The other girls and the woman dressed as the nurse were all watching her, waiting to see how she would now react. The man with the camera had stopped filming. Tanya couldn’t believe what had happened to her and how her body had responded. Despite the pain of the tawse, or maybe because of it, with little effort the man had brought her to several exquisite climaxes just by fingering her pussy. There had been something powerfully erotic for her about being tied down and although it had scared her, the thrill and satisfaction had been worth it.

  ‘Had enough already? You can go home now if you want or stay and do some more work?’

  This was work! Tanya smiled inwardly at the thought. The throbbing pain across her buttocks was fading already but the memory of how it had felt being tied down and between the blows, feeling a stranger’s fingers exploring her pussy was still vividly fresh in her memory.

  ‘Well, have you had enough or are you game for some more filming?’ Miles questioned.

  ‘I don’t know...’ Tanya looked uncertainly around her at the others. Surely with the other young girls on the film, nothing too serious could happen? After all, it was a film she was making, so what could they do to her that was so terrible?

  ‘If you’re scared about not being in control Tanya, let me explain how we can work. We need the scenes to look and feel real; your struggling and all that. It’s best if you don’t know what is going to happen then you’ll genuinely looked more alarmed or frightened at what is unfolding. Understand? However, I’ll give you a safe word. If at anytime you want us to stop all you have to do is say that word; alright?’

  ‘Okay then, I’ll do it,’ Tanya agreed.

  ‘Great stuff: just remember you can scream and beg for us to stop and we won’t unless it suits the film. If you really want us to stop just say an agreed word. Got that?’

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘You choose.’

  ‘Chocolate,’ said Tanya.

  ‘Right, “chocolate” it is. Happy now?’

  Tanya nodded and repeated the word to herself. She immediately felt much more confident about everything now.

  ‘Excellent, let’s get on and shoot another scene then. Come on Tanya, it’s time for a change of scene.’

  Still only in her high heels and wearing only her T-shirt, Tanya was taken a short distance down a corridor and led into a room full of props and equipment. She still felt a bit groggy from the chloroform and weak from her struggling against the straps they’d tied her down with but with the thought of the money she could make u
ppermost in her mind and feeling more relaxed now she knew she could stop proceedings if she wanted to, she was eager to find out what they expected from her next. The young woman dressed as the nurse produced some clothes for her to change into and Tanya dutifully did as she was asked. Ten minutes later and dressed in what resembled a school uniform Miles led her to the next shoot.

  He gestured for Tanya to sit in the chair facing the desk and he closed the door. The cameraman was already in the room filming their arrival.

  ‘You asked to see me Headmaster,' Tanya said demurely, reciting verbatim the line that she’d been instructed to repeat just before Miles had opened the door and pushed her ahead of him. The Headmaster turned around, smiling disarmingly. Tanya had seated herself, crossing her legs; acutely conscious that the little dark blue skirt she’d been given barely covered her briefs so short was it. The white blouse she’d been given was also a size too small so that her breasts seemed to jut out from under the thin cotton and the lace of her half-cup bra was clearly outlined. A pair of high-heeled shoes, some eye shadow and pink lipstick completed her “school uniform” and her long, blonde hair had been plaited into a ponytail.

  ‘Miles tells me you took it into your head to try to leave the school without our permission?’

  ‘I'm very sorry Headmaster. Really.'

  ‘Good, I’m pleased to hear that you are.’

  Picking ice cubes with silver tongs shaped like a birds talons and dropping them into two tall glasses he regarded Tanya thoughtfully for a moment.

  ‘I know I’ve been bad sir, but I won’t do it again.’

  Tanya found herself repeating the lines Miles had given her as he had led her down the corridor.

  ‘Well, if you take it into your head to behave like that again be certain that you’ll be even more severely punished. However, if you want to make you time at Scawder more, what shall we say... pleasing for yourself then all you need to do is make sure that you behave in a way that pleases me. You’re a bright young girl Tanya, perform as expected and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded for your efforts to please.’