Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  “Do you really want to be strung up and whipped again, my dear?” Grigori asked mildly, his mouth inches from Tanya’s ear.

  “No, sir,” Tanya whimpered.

  “Then be still.”

  “Yes, sir.” All Tanya could do was close her eyes and try not to move as hands roamed over her ass, her breasts, her back, as fingers probed and pried at her pussy. She couldn’t help flinching whenever someone touched the parts of her that still stung from her whipping, but as tightly held as she was she couldn’t do more than that. She was starting to feel like some piece of prize livestock being inspected at a county fair. She could feel her cheeks burning with shame as total strangers prodded, probed and caressed any part of her body that they wanted. More than once she heard a man’s voice praising the size, fullness and firmness of her breasts, or the springy tautness of her ass, or the length, strength and shapeliness of her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and wished that this all would be over. It was humiliating and degrading beyond anything she had ever imagined, and yet she was trapped here in her own body, unable to resist and too afraid of the lash to complain. She gritted her teeth and tried to endure.

  Then she felt big hands on her ass, big thumbs spreading her nether cheeks wide, wider…

  “How tight is her ass?” a man asked. Tanya whimpered.

  “We really don’t know yet,” Grigori replied. Still gripping the back of her neck, he gave Tanya a little shake.

  “Have you ever taken it up your lovely ass, my dear?” he asked, as casually as if he were asking her if she’d ever tried a rare wine.

  “No!” Tanya yelped. “No, sir! Please, don’t!”

  “Ah, but we will, eventually,” Grigori chuckled. “Just not tonight. I should tell you all, lady and gentlemen, that this new subject is so raw that we haven’t taken the time to fuck her at all yet. Would you care to watch her…shall we say…initiation?”

  “Oh, my, yes!” Tanya heard the woman exclaim. The men surrounding her didn’t use words, but it sounded as if they all would like to see it as well.

  Tanya squirmed fruitlessly. She had once dumped a man, as wealthy and good-looking and generous as he had been, because he had wanted to fuck her while another woman watched. Since he would not take ‘no’ for an answer, she had simply left. Now it seemed that she was going to be fucked in front of a much larger audience, and she could not leave. In fact, she could barely move.

  “Would one of you care to keep her head down?” Grigori asked. There was no shortage of volunteers. He chose Livia, not because she was especially strong but because she was utterly merciless to any and all ‘subjects’ and knew almost as much about pressure points and how to cause pain as he did. Livia closed her long, slim, strong fingers around the back of the subject’s neck and did something that provoked a pained and tiny grunt. Grigori smiled and went around behind the subject. He took a moment to admire the view. This tall, blonde bitch did indeed have a magnificent ass, and her current posture showed it off quite well indeed. It also put her pussy on display, and it also looked very good, plump and pink and available. He moved up close behind her so that his thighs were pressing up against hers. He saw her begin to try to struggle again, and then heard her begging ‘Please, no. Please, no.” in a pitiful little whine until Livia did something else that made her squeal weakly in pain and then fall silent.

  He ran his fingers over her now well-pawed pussy, feeling the plumpness of the outer lips. He thrust one finger, then two, then three up inside of her, enjoying the power he had over her splendid body and imagining the dread and despair she must be feeling right now. For all the fondling and fingering she’d been subjected to, she was not wet at all. Her hips twitched and jerked and she whimpered piteously as he tried to ready her for her first public rape. With some women, manipulation worked quite well no matter how frightened or reluctant they were, but it did not work so well on this one. When he stopped she was just barely slick enough. No matter. He took a condom from his pocket and opened it with his teeth as he unzipped his slacks with his free hand. It was lubricated, which ought to make penetrating her easier though it probably wouldn’t do anything towards her enjoyment of the act. But this was an act of dominance, aimed at driving home to her just how powerless she was, not an act of mutually pleasurable sex. Livia took hold of the subject’s bound hands and, after a short struggle, pulled them up and out of his way. He positioned himself behind the subject and put on the condom.

  Tanya gritted her teeth as she felt a cock being forced into her pussy. She was nowhere near ready for sex, in spite of all the probing and fondling that had been done to her. She wasn’t completely dry either, so whoever was raping her was able to push his cock slowly deeper and deeper into her. It didn’t hurt, quite, but it was extremely uncomfortable. It was also humiliating beyond anything she had ever experienced. She tried one last time to struggle free, but one last time she failed. All she could do was try to muffle her groans as that damned cock kept invading more and more deeply, hurting her now, shaming her, debasing her. She grunted once, painfully, when she felt the man’s body bump into her upturned ass and knew that he was in her up to the hilt. She felt a hand patting her ass lightly, in an almost friendly fashion, but she was so raw there from the whipping that it stung almost as badly as if she’d been spanked hard. She bucked and grunted again.

  “She is very, very tight indeed,” Grigori announced for the benefit of his audience. “Very tight, and very warm. But not yet very wet.” He began fucking her, slow and deep, more to impress upon her that she was now helpless and vulnerable than for anything else. It was always best if the first time a new subject was fucked it was done as a public spectacle. In fact, it was usually a good idea for the first several times that there was an audience. He made a few more slow and deep thrusts, enjoying how she squirmed and grunted when he did that. She was slowly getting wetter and slicker in spite of how she must feel about this. A woman’s body had certain physiological responses that could be depended upon to operate no matter what her state of mind might be. It came as a terrible shock to some of them when they were taught this.

  “Better,” he commented as he began fucking her faster and harder. “Ah, but imagine how tight that gorgeous ass must be!” He grinned when he heard Tanya squeal in protest and felt her straining to free herself again. He had learned early on that most women who were tightly bound would soon give up struggling entirely, but one who was held in place only by strong hands would keep trying to break free time and again, wearing herself out all the more quickly. He slapped her ass harder, making her jerk and squeal once more, and settled down to the business of taking his pleasure from her helpless body. Once she had gotten wet enough it wasn’t hard. She kept grunting with each thrust he made, and her struggles diminished as she apparently resigned herself to enduring this public use of her body. But when she felt him stop thrusting and heard him groaning as he came she squalled in protest, fighting the hands that held her with one last wild effort. When that too failed she went limp and he could hear her sobbing. She probably did not know that he was wearing a condom. He stayed deep inside of her for a long moment after he was done. When he pulled out of her, he gave her ass another slap. He could see the marks that the strap had left on her lovely skin. Here and there, one of the marks had grown into an angry welt. She must be feeling very sore indeed, but nowhere had her skin been broken.

  “Who would like to see this bitch be made to come?” he asked. All of his guests immediately said that they would, except for Livia, who smiled up at him, showing her teeth.

  “Yes, my dear,” he nodded towards her. “You can certainly do it. Who knows best all the secret places of a woman’s body than another woman?”

  Tanya sagged on the padded sawhorse fighting back tears. The hands on her ankles were still holding her legs spread, but not as tightly as before, but that damned woman’s grip on her neck hadn’t loosened in the least and her thumb and fingers still rested over spots that could cause severe pai
n or make her lightheaded if they put pressure on them again. She felt weak and nauseous and she dreaded whatever would come next.

  “Stand her up,” Grigori said. Tanya felt hands pulling her upright so quickly that she was dizzy for a moment. Before her giddiness had completely passed, she felt herself being hurried over to a corner of the room. She saw an old single mattress lying on the floor and before she quite realized it she had been roughly thrown down on it on her back. Once again, hands gripped her ankles and pulled her legs apart. The soles of her feet touched the cold stones of the floor and she felt them tying her ankles in place with tough, hard rope. She made one effort to sit up, but the woman grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back down. More rope went around her neck to keep her in place. In only a few moments she was secured to the mattress, knees up and spread in the classic missionary position. The men crowded around her, drinking her in with lust-filled eyes, all wearing feral smiles of anticipation. She shut her eyes and groaned. From what she had heard, she knew that that damned woman was going to make her come somehow. From the expression on the men’s faces she could guess that once the woman was done with her they would be lining up to rape her and there wasn’t a thing, not a fucking thing, that she could do about it. Well, there was one thing. Whatever they did to her, however cruelly they used her, she resolved not to let them see her cry.

  Chapter Six

  Livia sidled over towards Grigori, keeping her eyes fixed on Tanya’s naked body, tied to the old single mattress like a sacrificial animal.

  “What toys do you have here for me to play with?” she asked.

  Grigori smiled at her. “When have you ever needed more to play with than that?” he responded, pointing at Tanya, who had not only closed her eyes but also turned her head away.

  Livia chuckled nastily. “I can do with no more than that if I must,” she said, “But with so exquisite a canvas to paint on I would really like to do something special.”

  “I will send for some things to be brought here,” Grigori said. “Do you wish to wait for them?”

  Livia cast a long, lustful look at Tanya. “I can start now,” she replied. “But I do hope that you have the bag immediately available.”

  “Of course,” Grigori nodded.Lying on her back on the mattress, sore and weary and miserable, Tanya heard their conversation, but had no idea what they meant by it until someone pulled a black bag over her head and drew it snugly around her neck with drawstrings. For a moment she panicked, fearing that she would be unable to breathe. She tried to sit up, but the rope around her neck kept her from doing so, and the way her ankles were tied to the mattress kept her from getting any leverage anyway. She panted and gasped until she realized that she could breathe perfectly well through the bag, though she couldn’t see anything at all now and sounds were slightly muffled.

  “Is that satisfactory?” Grigori asked. Now the subject was a faceless body…a very spectacular body, but a faceless one all the same. He knew that Livia liked them that way. It sometimes disturbed her to see their eyes when she did her early work on them.

  “Quite satisfactory,” Livia nodded. She crouched down next to the subject and began running her fingertips over her bare skin, slowly and lightly, not concentrating on any erogenous zones at first. Grigori watched the subject wriggle and twitch at the contact. Then Livia moved to the subject’s inner thighs, still doing no more than brushing lightly with her fingertips. Now the subject twisted and writhed, trying to get away and utterly unable to. She began making angry noises that were slightly muffled by the bag.

  Tanya felt panic rising in her again. She was trapped in her body, which was tied down and spread, and the bag only served to make her feel even more trapped because she couldn’t see what was going on…not that she wanted to, but somehow being effectively blind made everything else so much worse. She tried to keep as still as she could, but every time she managed to remain motionless for even a moment those maddening fingertips would find a way to make her react. She could hear the men laughing and making comments as this new sort of torture went on. Most of the comments were not in English, and while she did not know what, exactly, they were saying, their tone and rude laughter made her face burn with shame. She knew they were talking about her, waiting their turns to use her body.

  Grigori watched. He always liked to watch a talented professional at work, and Livia was certainly that. But at the moment she seemed especially inspired by the canvas she had to work on. The subject had one of the most beautiful bodies he had ever seen, from the large, taut, full breasts to the narrow waist and flat belly to those round hips to those long, shapely legs. Even better, the subject had no tattoos or body piercings. To be sure, piercings would be added later, once she had come to believe that nothing more could be done to her. Nipple rings, certainly, and labia rings, and perhaps a nose ring. Depending upon who eventually bought her, she might be branded as well. But for now there was nothing to mar that lovely smooth skin.

  He checked to make sure that all of the proceedings were being recorded. His client would not pay unless he received some memento of the breaking and training of this tall blonde bitch. He found everything satisfactory and went back to watching Livia work. By now the subject seemed quite agitated as Livia kept working closer and closer to her exposed pussy. Then, just as it seemed that Livia would finally reach it, she stopped what she was doing and instead put her mouth on one pink nipple, sucking and licking at it while making small, pleased noises. The subject erupted into wild struggling, bucking and shrieking, managing to raise her hips off of the mattress a couple of times but unable to keep them up. The bag on her head allowed her to breathe, but if she exerted herself too much she couldn’t get quite enough air and would sooner or later have to give up. When the subject finally collapsed, her chest heaving as she gasped, Livia happily moved on to the other nipple, sucking and licking it into erection. Now the subject lay more or less still, her head tossing from side to side as she whined and complained hopelessly. Livia pinched both nipples hard, making the subject yelp weakly, before moving back to her pussy.

  Tanya felt fingers spreading her wide, probing inside of her, and moaned. It was not from pleasure. She ached from her whipping, from the ropes binding her, from the almost constant useless straining against her bonds and the air inside the bag felt hot, close and oppressive now. She could hear the men, still talking and laughing as things were done to her. She felt fingers sliding up into her pussy, teasing her clit, making her grow wet in spite of herself.

  “She is not very responsive,” Livia complained after a few minutes. “I am afraid that I will really need some tools.”

  “Well, then, you are in luck,” Grigori said. “These have just arrived.” He opened the plastic box one of his men had just handed to him. Livia looked inside it and smiled.

  “This will do quite nicely for now,” she said as she took out a small vibrator. It was designed more for stimulation than penetration, so neither the main probe nor the smaller one close to it was very long or thick. “Shall I use this as well?” she asked, indicating the smaller probe.

  “Do as you think best.” Grigori answered. “Just give us all an entertaining show.”

  “Oh, I can promise you all that!” Livia snickered. “Just looking at that body I feel positively inspired.” She began rummaging through the box for more toys.

  Tanya was slowly getting her breath back. She could hear them talking perfectly well, but she couldn’t see anything at all, which only added to her fear and apprehension. Then she felt a soft hand manipulating her breast, slowly and expertly massaging her nipple. As much as she loathed that touch, after everything else that had been done to her it was endurable. She forced herself to lie still, to give them no reaction at all. And then something hard and pinching was applied to her nipple. It hurt, but aside from one hissing intake of breath she gave them no sign. The process was repeated with her other nipple.

  “Those look quite nice on her, don’t they?” Livia asked a
s she flicked each nipple clamp in turn with her forefinger. Tanya couldn’t help twitching and jerking. She resisted the sudden, irrational urge to try to shake those terrible pinching things off. She knew that it probably wouldn’t work anyway, and would only provide her captors with a show of straining muscles and jiggling tits.

  “I can make them even tighter, bitch,” Livia addressed the subject. “Do you want me to do that?”

  Tanya only shook her head ‘no’. It was an automatic reaction. She was certain that the damned woman would do as she pleased no matter what she did or said.

  “Well, now,” Livia said brightly as she smiled up at the men standing around her. “Back to work!”

  Tanya twitched when she felt the woman’s fingers manipulating her pussy again, spreading the outer lips, the inner lips, and tickling at her clit with a fingernail. She gritted her teeth, trying to remain motionless, but the damned woman knew what she was doing and it was impossible not to react every so often when she hit some sensitive spot. Worse yet, she could feel herself growing wetter as the manipulation went on. There was nothing at all that she could do about it.

  “You have such a lovely pussy,” Livia commented. “So nice and plump and pink. Don’t you agree?” She looked up at her audience again. They either nodded or grinned.

  “It’s a shame to hide it behind that hair,” Livia went on. “Even such a cute little patch as you have. You should be proud of your pussy, not be afraid to show it off. I think I’ll help you with that before we’re done here. But for now…”

  Tanya jerked and squealed as something hard but flexible was thrust up into her pussy. It wasn’t as big as she feared that it might be, and it didn’t go in very deep, but she ground her hips anyway, trying unsuccessfully to expel it. A moment later, she jerked and squealed again as something prodded at her anus.