Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  “Can I see that too?”

  “No,” Grigori smiled as he retrieved his laptop. “You are not paying us for that one, so it is not possible.” He waited for the man to respond. It was clear that he was disappointed, but the implication that he would have to pay extra to get anything extra gave him pause.

  “Will there be anything else?” Grigori asked at last.

  “No,” the man shook his head. “No, nothing else.”

  “Then we are done here,” Grigori said as he stood up. “And I must warn you that if you come here again without invitation you will be turned away at the door. Do you understand?”

  “I understand.”

  “Good. Now please go back to your hotel and wait for word from me.”

  “For how long?”

  “Do not press the matter,” Grigori warned. “I will send for you when it is time.”

  ***

  Tanya was a small predator, a fox, but her companion Cicely was little more than another sheep. She had broken almost immediately, and while there was a market for attractive young Englishwomen she would not bring much at sale. Still, she could be useful in further breaking Tanya’s will. Grigori watched on the monitor as the lights were brought up in the room where Cicely was being held. He did not need to be there himself. His people knew what to do. He watched with no more than professional interest as they did what they did to poor Cicely, leaving her crying and sobbing, curled up in a ball of misery and suffering in the corner.

  ***

  Tanya came awake when the light came on in her strange, padded cell, only then realizing that she had been dozing. She sat up warily, her legs together, one arm covering her breasts while she supported herself on the other. They were going to rape her now, she was sure. There wasn’t much that she could do about it besides remain as limp and unresponsive as possible.

  The padding covering the door lifted up and the man who had inflicted all that pain and humiliation on her entered the room, alone. He smiled when he saw her.

  “Did you have a pleasant nap?” he asked as he approached. Tanya merely glared up at him. She had expected several men, who would hold her down as they took her in turn. Instead, there was just him, carrying a laptop computer.

  “I see that you have not learned to speak when spoken to yet,” he said as he stopped a few feet away. “I fear that you will require many lessons, my dear Tanya.”

  “I slept all right,” Tanya replied angrily. “What are you doing here now?”

  He slapped her so quickly that she had no time to try to stop him. It wasn’t as hard a slap as she knew he could give her, but it snapped her head around and stung all the same.

  “You will speak when spoken to,” he told her. “You will answer questions. You will not ask them. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Tanya answered. And then he slapped her again, not quite as hard.

  “Yes, sir,” he corrected her.

  “Yes, sir!” Tanya snapped. She bit back all the other things she wanted to say.

  “Good,” he smiled. “Now, I suppose that you are curious about this.” He held up the laptop.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied curtly.

  “Better,” he kept on smiling. “Now, you have not inquired about your friend Cicely as yet. I am sure that you are concerned about her, so I wanted to show you that she is still quite alive, and more or less well.”

  Tanya felt a chill deep in her bones. In fact, she had forgotten all about Cicely. What was this strange and frightening man getting at? She did not know, could not guess, and that only served to scare her all the more. She was sure that sooner or later he was going to rape her…wasn’t he? Or did he get his jollies by doing other things to women? She shivered as he opened the laptop and turned the screen so that she could see it. He tapped a key.

  Cicely appeared on the screen. She was naked, frightened, dirty, and her hair had been cut very short. From what Tanya could see of Cicely’s surroundings, the other woman was in some kind of cell with cinderblock walls and a bare cement floor that she was kneeling on.

  “Turn around,” a male voice ordered her from off-screen. Whimpering, tears streaming down her cheeks, Cicely obeyed, staying on her knees. Tanya saw that her wrists were tightly bound behind her with coarse-looking rope. She also saw whip marks across Cicely’s back and ass.

  “Keep turning,” the male voice ordered. Cicely kept turning until she was facing the camera again.

  “Please,” she whimpered. She said nothing more. The laptop screen went blank.

  “You sonofabitch,” Tanya muttered. And then he slapped her again, hard enough to lay her out, blur her vision, and make her ears ring.

  “You have so much to learn, my dear,” he said, almost sadly, as Tanya struggled back up onto her knees. Stunned, she no longer made any attempt to cover herself.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted it, making Tanya yelp.

  “’I’m sorry’ what?” he demanded.

  “I’m sorry, sir!” Tanya answered immediately. “I’m sorry, sir!”

  “You must really stop and think before you speak or act, my dear Tanya,” he said as he let go of her hair. “It would save you so much unnecessary suffering.”

  Tanya said nothing. She was already very frightened of this man, whoever he was. On top of that, she was baffled by not only the things he had done so far, but also the things he hadn’t done. Though she was naked, she was as yet unraped and even unmolested.

  “Well, it is time for us to move on,” he said as he closed the laptop and picked it up. He stood looking down at her for a moment.

  “You will follow me,” he told her.

  “Yes, sir,” Tanya answered meekly. But when she started to get to her feet he roughly pushed her back down.

  “On your hands and knees,” he said.

  Tanya felt the rage kindling in her, but she fought it back down. “Yes, sir,” she said.

  “Good girl,” he smiled.

  Tanya followed him out through the door and down a long, well-lit hallway. Even though it was carpeted, crawling along was hard on her knees. Still, she followed meekly along. She still didn’t know where she was, she still didn’t know how to get out, and above all she was still afraid of this man and what he might do to her. She recognized her situation as being similar to that of a woman in an abusive relationship. She’d seen enough of those in her life to feel sick to her stomach at the realization. There had to be a way out of this. There just had to!

  They passed two doors, both shut, before they came to the end of the hallway and another door. Her tormentor swung it open and gestured for Tanya to go on in ahead of him. Dreading what might lie beyond the doorway, but unable to rebel, Tanya obeyed.

  The floor in this room was not even bare cement but flagstones set in mortar. She moved gingerly across it. The lighting was poor, and the few side glances she dared to take told her only that the walls were of rough-hewn stones cemented together. She crawled more slowly, hoping he would finally tell her to stop. He did not until she reached what looked like an old drain set in the floor. She halted just short of it.

  “Do you know what I want you to do now, my dear Tanya?” he asked from somewhere behind her.

  “No, sir,” she replied.

  “I want you to beg to be allowed to suck my cock,” he said.

  The rage she had been holding back flared up out of control. “Fuck you!” she spat, and started to get to her feet. Immediately, she felt herself being seized from behind by powerful hands. She struggled and screamed, but soon found herself standing upright, held fast in the grips of two huge and muscular men, one so black as to almost seem invisible in the gloom, the other so very white and pale that she thought he might be an albino. They fastened shackles to her wrists as she squirmed and struggled futilely. Once her arms were secured high over her head, they put another pair of shackles on her ankles. Now she was too scared to fight. She did not resist when they pulled on the chains fas
tened to the fetters on her ankles, spreading her legs wider and wider until her legs began to ache.

  Her tormentor appeared in front of her, still smiling but no longer carrying the laptop. He reached out and took her chin in his hand.

  “You do seem to have some trouble in learning your lessons,” he said. “No matter. I am a very patient and determined teacher.”

  “What are you going to do?” Tanya demanded. She could not keep her voice from trembling.

  “Teach you,” he said simply. He went behind her. A set of blindingly bright lights came on then, shining right into Tanya’s eyes so that she had to shut them. As she was wondering what the Hell was going on, something struck her across her ass so hard that it stung like fire, and she shrieked at the sudden pain. There was another blow, harder and more painful than the first, across the backs of her thighs. She shrieked again, jerking frantically and futilely at her chains. Then came a third blow, across the small of her back. Her eyes flew open and she began screaming.

  “Now, now, now, my dear Tanya,” she heard his voice, inches from her ear. “You brought this upon yourself.”

  “I’ll…” she gulped and inhaled. “I’ll suck your cock!” she promised. “Just let me down from here! Please!”

  “It is a bit late for you to change your mind now,” he said. She felt his hand running up and down her back, slowly and gently. “And you are still not begging, are you?” His hand moved away, and before Tanya could bring herself to beg as he wanted her to, she heard the whistling of the lash just before it struck her across her ass again. Once more, she jerked and shrieked. And now that her eyes had adjusted to the bright lights, she could see that there was something in front of her, not close, and something more just beyond it. The lash struck her across her thighs again, but just before it did she could make out a video camera on a tripod recording her torment and a number of people, both men and women, standing against the far wall, watching the events with avid interest.

  Grigori always enjoyed this part very much. The wide leather strap he was using caused great pain, but would not break the skin unless he was careless or the woman was unlucky. What made it all the better was that there was an audience, watching the woman’s degradation and adding to her shame. He launched his next blow across Tanya’s calves. They were lovely calves, as were all the parts of her body. She shrieked most entertainingly.

  He paced himself, and her, timing his strokes irregularly and varying where he struck so that she would never know where the next blow would fall, or when, or even how hard. It took a while, but soon she was begging, pleading desperately, and that was also entertaining. Shortly after that she reached the point where she lost what little control she had of her body. It did not create as much of a mess as he feared that it might, and it added to her debasement. In any case, the drain in the floor was there for a reason. He kept on whipping her, not quite so hard now, until her screams faded to sobs and whimpers, still mixed in with her increasingly desperate pleas for mercy. At last he relented and signaled for his men to use the hose on her naked body. The rush of cold water revived her, making her jerk and dance in her shackles, gasping and spluttering as every part of her was thoroughly hosed down. When his men finally released her, she slumped to the floor for a moment before getting up on her hands and knees and crawling towards him, still sobbing and sniffling, her wet hair hanging down and obscuring her face. She stopped right in front of him and looked up, brushing the hair from her face with one hand. He could see that she was shivering violently.

  “Please, sir,” she asked in a small and shaky voice. “May I please suck your cock?”

  Chapter Five

  Grigori smiled down at her. She no longer looked anything like the self-assured young woman he had first seen all those days ago. Between her shivering, the water still dripping off of her naked body and her sodden, snarled hair she much more closely resembled a half-drowned and badly frightened cat.

  “Louder!” he ordered.

  “Please, sir, may I suck your cock!” she responded immediately.

  “I don’t believe you!” he roared back at her. He signaled his men to move in and take hold of her again. She saw them coming and he saw panic in her eyes.

  “Please, sir!” she wailed, as loudly as he could have wished for. “Please, please, may I suck your cock! Oh, God, please! Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it! Anything! Anything!” She rocked back and forth on her knees, her ass resting on her heels, her hands on the wet floor.

  “Perhaps later,” he said. “After you’ve been dried up and cleaned off.” He turned to his men. “Help her to her feet,” he said. Tanya sobbed and whimpered as they got her to her feet. She made no resistance at all when they tied her hands behind her with the same kind of coarse-looking rope that she had earlier seen binding Cicely. Grigori had them turn her to face the small audience and keep her upright.

  “This is my latest project,” he announced, pointing towards Tanya. “As you can see, she is still quite unpolished. Please feel free to approach and have any of your questions answered.

  Still shivering, shuddering and sniffling from shock and chill, it took a moment for Tanya to realize that they weren’t going to start whipping her again…at least not right away. Her sense of relief was only slightly lessened when she saw half a dozen people coming towards her, five men and a woman, all stylishly and elegantly dressed.

  “She is quite striking,” the woman said as she drew near. Tanya dared a quick look at her. She was tall, dark-haired, quite attractive and about forty. And then she felt all those eyes on her nakedness and she dropped her gaze to the floor. She had always dressed provocatively in order to better attract male attention. Now she wished that she was wearing something shapeless, ugly and completely concealing.

  “Those are magnificent tits,” the woman continued.

  “Yes, and entirely natural,” Grigori said.

  “I know,” the woman said. “I couldn’t help watching them bounce and jiggle during her little show. And I love how the cold water makes those nipples stand out! May I?”

  “Of course.”

  Tanya wasn’t sure what the woman meant until she saw and felt her hands fondling her breasts, lifting them slightly as if to test their weight and firmness. She wanted to pull away, to kick, to scream…but fear held her still now, along with the strong hands of the men flanking her.

  “Oh, yes, quite magnificent,” the woman went on. “Look at me, you lovely blonde bitch.”

  Tanya looked up into the other woman’s big, dark brown eyes. She was afraid not to. As she did, she felt the woman take her swollen nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeeze them gently. She bit back a curse, but could not keep herself from inhaling sharply with a shuddering gasp.

  “Yes, these little gems are quite sensitive, aren’t they?” the woman smiled. She pinched down hard and pulled. Tanya whimpered in pain. She had to look away, and then the woman let go of her nipples.

  “They’re perfect for a set of rings,” the woman observed. Tanya shuddered.

  “Now, what about this?”

  Tanya suddenly felt the woman’s hand on her crotch. She flinched and tried to pull away, but the men held her fast. Looking down now was out of the question because she’d see the woman touching her so intimately. As she looked desperately around all she could see were the faces and eyes of the men as they watched her defilement with lecherous interest. She looked up at the ceiling overhead and saw the chains she had been shackled to. She closed her eyes and whimpered, wishing that she was someplace else, anyplace else.

  “What do you mean?” Grigori asked.

  “Well, I know that it’s popular in some circles to keep a cute little patch of hair here as this blonde bitch has, but is this really her natural color? It’s the same shade as her hair.”

  “We only acquired her recently,” Grigori replied. “We always shave our subjects, you know that. We just haven’t had time yet. I assume you all would like to watch w
hen we do that?”

  Tanya heard murmured assents from everyone there and bit back another whimper.

  “May we inspect her more closely?” a man asked.

  “Yes, of course,” Grigori answered. “I think you will find her quite cooperative now. Let her go, men. I think she has recovered enough so that she can stand on her own now. And please bring the frame over here.”

  Tanya wanted very much to shrink away from the men…and the lone woman…who were looking her over with such avid interest that she could actually feel their eyes crawling over her like filthy bugs, but as they were all around her there was no place that she could shrink away to. Then the two men who had previously had been holding her up came back carrying what looked like an old sawhorse with some padding on the crossbar. She had no time to wonder what it was for

  Grigori clamped a hand on the back of her neck. She jumped and made a noise between a squeal and a squeak. He pushed her head down, making her bend over forward. His men moved the frame in a little closer as he kept pushing her down until she was bent over the frame lengthwise, her belly resting on the padding.

  “Spread her legs,” he ordered his men. Each one seized a slim ankle. Tanya made that odd noise again as they pulled her legs apart, but it appeared that she had no fight left. He made a signal with his free hand and more lights came on in the room.

  “My, what a lovely pink pussy!” Tanya heard the woman exclaim and then she felt fingers caressing her lightly down there.

  “No piercings here either, I suppose,” the woman went on. Tanya felt those fingers stretching her pussy open wide, wider…she couldn’t keep herself from trying to kick free, but it was useless.

  “No, none,” the woman sounded disappointed. “A pity.” Tanya felt two fingers being thrust up into her and she tried to kick again.

  “Her pussy is nice and tight, though,” the woman observed. The invading fingers were withdrawn. A moment later the woman thrust them under Tanya’s nose.

  “Here, sniff yourself,” the woman said. She wiped her fingers off on Tanya’s lips. Tanya bucked and strained at the ropes binding her, the hands gripping her ankles, the hand clamped on her neck, holding her down. All of it was useless, but she didn’t stop until somebody brought a hard, open hand down hard across her upturned ass, making her shriek.