Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  Livia let the subject writhe and struggle until she tired herself out again. It was entertaining to watch, and it made those magnificent tits jiggle and wobble most interestingly. The clamps on her nipples winked and flashed as they caught the light. Finally the subject was still again, aside from the heaving movements of her chest as she gasped for air. Livia chose her moment to thrust the smaller probe into the subject’s anus as deep as it would go, which was not very deep. The subject’s struggles started up again, but did not last very long once she realized that they were pointless. Livia could hear her whimpering now.

  “There, now,” she crooned, stroking the subject’s torso gently. “That isn’t so bad now, is it?” The subject did not answer. Livia smiled wickedly and switched on the vibrator. The subject stiffened, squealing most appealingly, her hips grinding, trying to escape the humming, buzzing invaders.

  Trapped inside the bag, Tanya fought back panic. A part of her realized that she was doing exactly what they wanted her to do, but that part had scant influence over her body right now. It was the thing shoved up her ass that occupied her attention. She had just been able to resign herself to that latest defilement, one she had never had to endure before despite many a man who had wanted to, very much, in the past, and then it had started vibrating, and that was too much to endure. Tiny, shuddering waves of sensation were spreading throughout her groin and belly, and she just couldn’t keep still for this anymore. She bucked and twitched and jerked and writhed, squealing and shrieking as it just went on and on. She could feel someone sliding the probes in and out of her, sometimes deep, sometimes not so deep, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, always maddeningly. And on top of everything else, the pinching pressure on her nipples never slackened. She could feel the things bouncing against her tits as she fought.

  Grigori stepped back from the circle smiling. Tanya’s reactions were not only all he could have hoped for, they were more than he had hoped for. It was clear that her gorgeous body was nicely sensitive in all the right places, which should make breaking her relatively easy and even pleasant, if not for her. He looked forward to that, dealing her pain and pleasure as he saw fit, teaching her first to submit, then to obey.

  It couldn’t go on forever. Tanya finally collapsed, weak, breathless and dizzy, unable to fight at all. She whined and moaned as those horrible buzzing things slid in and out of her. Whoever was doing that altered the angle of the assault subtly so that Tanya suddenly felt her clit being singled out for attention. She knew what was coming beyond doubt now, and she was too far gone to prevent it…not that she could have done much to prevent it in any case. She wanted to beg for mercy, beg them not to make her come, not here, not like this, not with lusting men crowding around her as she was sure they were. She bit back the words. It was the only defiance she could make now.

  Livia smiled as she noted the subject growing closer and closer to orgasm. There were signs that were unmistakable to her, from the subject’s breathing, to the sounds she made, to how her body moved, even to a faint flush she could see blooming on that lovely clear skin. It pleased her to draw it all out, letting the subject edge closer and closer to that wonderful, tension-releasing spasm only to back off at the last possible moment. She had no idea what was going through the subject’s mind, and didn’t care. Sometimes they begged for her to stop. She never did, but it was nice to hear them reduced to that. This one was not begging, though. After a while, they often begged for release as the prolonged, constant state of arousal became physically and psychologically unbearable. She rather doubted that this subject would do that…at least not tonight. She was stubborn and tough. It would be a real challenge, and a real pleasure, to break her. And she would break. They always did, sooner or later. Livia rather hoped it would be later. That would give her more time to play, and this subject was such a lovely plaything.

  Tanya groaned. She was panting for breath now, and the air inside the bag was oppressively, suffocatingly warm and damp. She let her knees sag wider apart. There was no strength left in her legs. The awful pinching pressure on her nipples, once so prominent in her mind, had faded so far into the background that she barely noticed it any more. Now all that commanded her attention was the awful, awful sensations coming from her pussy, her belly and her ass. She desperately wanted them to end that torture. Perhaps if she begged them they would, but she would not beg. She would not! She would NOT!

  The subject had been taken about as far as she could go for now, Livia decided. It was time to make her come. She was so painfully aroused now that giving her release would scarcely be an act of mercy. No, indeed, the first orgasm should be quite intense now, so intense that it would actually be painful. But it would leave the subject so spent and vulnerable that it should be possible to squeeze some additional orgasms out before turning her over to the men. She altered her speed and angle slightly and awaited the earthquake to follow.

  Tanya shrieked, arching her back as her orgasm hit, so hard and so fast that she had no warning that it was coming. One moment she was lying limp and exhausted, praying that it all would end and the next moment her whole body was shuddering and spasming as intense and violent waves shot through her body, right up her spine and deep into her brain. It was so intense that while it brought some relief, it hurt! She shuddered and shrieked again and again until there was nothing left. She nearly passed out, but was denied even that small mercy. Once the orgasm had passed she was acutely aware of every cramp and pinch in and on every square inch of her body. She felt so utterly miserable now that she wanted to die. But those terrible vibrating things were still inside of her, and someone was moving them again, in and out, forcing her worn, exhausted body to respond. She mustered up enough breath for one despairing wail and then collapsed into whimpers and moans. She could feel tears trickling down her cheeks and, for the first time, was grateful that her head was in a bag and her tormentors could not see her crying.

  Livia finally withdrew the vibrator from the subject. She had wrung two more orgasms out of her, the second one very weak, consisting of little more than some twitches, grunts and moans.

  “Now?” one of the men asked eagerly.

  “Give her just a moment,” Livia replied. She brushed the back of her hand across her forehead. The subject was covered in her own sweat, and Livia was sweating a bit herself. “Her pussy should still be nicely tight, but I’m afraid that she won’t be terribly responsive.” She put the vibrator in a plastic bag before returning it to the box. It would need to be cleaned. Then she bent over, putting her nose close to the subject’s pussy and inhaling her scent. Every subject she had ever done this to had her own unique scent, and she wanted to memorize this one’s, mixed in as it was with sweat and effort. She kissed the subject’s inner thighs softly, memorizing their warmth and texture and taste, and then rose to her feet. As she moved away, the men moved in closer.

  “There are condoms available,” Grigori called out. “Use them! Take your pleasure, but have a thought for the others here!”

  Dazed, weak and exhausted, Tanya felt the weight of a man on top of her. She could smell his cologne, and was just barely aware that while he was starting to fuck her he had not bothered to undress. She felt like a piece of meat now as his cock thrust deeply into her. She could only groan weakly as she felt him start pumping her, fast and hard.Chapter Seven

  Waking was slow, irregular and painful. Tanya stirred no more than she had to as she slowly drifted up towards consciousness. Part of her did not want to wake up at all, since the closer she came to wakefulness the more pain and discomfort she felt. Another part of her wanted to waken very much, hoping against hope that she had just had a long and terrible dream and when she woke she would find everything back to normal. But the pain…more of a dull ache now…did not fade away. She finally rolled onto her back and opened her eyes.

  The ceiling at first seemed like the one back at her old apartment, but the lighting was all wrong. She tried to rise and couldn’t quite make it, settl
ing back with a groan.

  “Well, good morning!” The voice was bright and cheerful but it stabbed Tanya’s heart with an icy chill. She recognized that voice. It belonged to that diabolical dark-haired woman who had tortured her…

  She sat up suddenly with a gasp, realizing that she was naked. She huddled into a ball of physical misery as her abrupt movement brought up fresh twinges and aches. The dull throbbing between her legs bothered her the most. How many men had used her after she had been forced to come again and again? She was not sure if it had been five or six. After the third man, things got hazy. She looked around for the source of that voice and saw the woman lounging back in a padded chair that reminded her of a psychiatrist’s couch. The woman was wrapped up in a dark silken robe, smiling pleasantly.

  “I was beginning to wonder if you’d wake up at all,” the woman said. “You’ve slept right round the clock, almost twice. How are you feeling, my lovely little pet?”

  Tanya just glared at her. They seemed to be in some kind of boudoir, complete with a four-poster bed, mirrored vanity table, dresser, chest of drawers and all. Tanya herself was on a thin quilted pallet in a corner of the room. There was a skylight, but no windows that she could see.

  “Now, now,” the woman said mildly as she sat up. She was no longer smiling. “Have you forgotten your lessons so soon? You will answer me, bitch, and you will address me as ‘mistress’.

  Another chill shot through Tanya. She stopped glaring and tried to look suitably repentant. “I’m sorry, mistress,” she said.

  “Better,” the woman smiled. “But you still haven’t answered my question.”

  “I feel terrible, mistress,” Tanya answered.

  “Why of course you do!” the woman laughed. “I know what will make you feel better, though: A nice, hot bath.”

  A hot bath sounded very good indeed, but Tanya felt sure that there would be some strings attached to it. She said nothing.

  “Stay there,” the woman told her. As she got up off of the strange piece of furniture her robe parted just enough to give Tanya a flash of white thighs and dark hair. “I’ll be right back.” She strode away through an opened door into another room. A moment later Tanya heard the sound of running water.

  She stayed on the pallet. She could see another door, shut, that might or might not be locked and was tempted for just a moment to get up, run over to it, and see if she could get out. But even if the door was not locked and she could get out, where would she go? And what would they do to her if she tried it? Fear kept her in place until the woman came back into the boudoir, smiling like a wolf.

  “Come on, my little pet,” she beckoned Tanya.

  Tanya started to rise, though every movement brought sharp or dull twinges. The woman held up one finger, stopping her.

  “You must come on all fours,” she said, “Like any little pet. Come on, now, and be quick.”

  “Yes, mistress,” Tanya nodded wearily. She slowly crawled off of the pallet and towards the woman.

  “Oh, you poor thing,” the woman said solicitously as she noted Tanya’s painful progress. “Your initiation took rather a lot out of you, didn’t it?”

  “Yes, mistress,” Tanya answered. She let her head hang down. If it hadn’t been for the prospect of a soothing bath she would have much preferred to just stay on her pallet.

  “Well, no matter,” the woman said. “You’ll feel much better after your bath. Come along now.”

  Tanya crawled along, grateful that the floor was carpeted, even if it wasn’t very thickly padded. She halted when she came up to the woman and looked up.

  “Go on, go on,” the woman urged. “I’ll be in right after you.”

  Something about that worried Tanya, but she could hear the water pouring into the tub and the lure proved irresistible. She crept on into the bathroom and onto the cold tile floor.

  “Go right on in,” the woman said. “Just crawl on into the tub, dear.”

  Tanya obeyed. The tub was long and wide and deep, the water was almost too hot, but not quite, and the woman had apparently put some scented bubble bath into the water. She crawled over the lip of the tub and let herself stretch out full-length. She couldn’t keep from giving a long, sigh of relief as the hot water began soothing her aches and bruises.

  “It feels very good, doesn’t it?” she heard the woman ask.

  “Yes, mistress,” Tanya answered obediently. That was coming easier to her, but for now she felt so much better that she didn’t care.

  “Good. Now make room, my little pet.”

  Tanya rolled over onto her back just in time to see the robe sliding off of the woman. She was naked underneath it, tall and fair-skinned with small breasts and a neatly trimmed black triangle between her thighs. Tanya gulped, turned away, and tried to take up as little room in the tub as she could. She felt the woman getting into the tub with her, heard her long, satisfied sigh, and shuddered. Everything that this woman had done to her last night came flooding back to her, and none of it was pleasant, not even the orgasms that she had forced out of her.

  “You must learn to be more open, my dear,” the woman said as she settled in and turned off the taps. “Not that you will have any choice in the matter.” Tanya felt fingers stroking her leg and forced herself to keep still.

  “You are such a lovely creature,” the woman went on. “And you keep yourself in such wonderful shape. I’m sure that you do it to attract men. Do you like attracting men, my dear?”

  “I…yes, mistress,” Tanya managed to reply.

  “Ah, but I’m sure that you are quite choosy about the very few men that you accept. Do you prefer wealthy men, my dear?”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  “And you use them for a while, bleed them white, and move on. Am I correct?”

  “Yes, mistress.” Tanya felt close to tears now as the fingers crept up her leg to her hip. She was more than half-convinced that this woman was insane, possibly violent, and in any case dangerous.

  “Well, I’m afraid that that is all over for you now,” the woman said. “Now you must learn new things. Sit up, my dear, and wash me.” There was a cold note of command in those last few words.

  Tanya dutifully sat up and turned to face the woman, who handed her a washcloth and soft soap and then turned her back to her. “Get on with it, my dear,” she said. “There’s no point in delaying.”

  Livia smiled as she felt the blonde bitch gently soaping up her back. She loved it when they were so subservient and obedient, kept in check by their fear of further pain and torture, and yet still weren’t sure what to do or how to do it. But they were always so very eager to please, almost like puppies, new to almost everything. It gave her a special thrill knowing that all of this was being secretly recorded.

  The bitch balked for only a moment when Livia ordered her to wash her breasts, and then she obeyed with such appealing tentativeness that Livia finally was compelled to seize the bitch’s wrist in her hand and demonstrate to her just how much pressure she should use. Her performance after that was satisfactory, even if she couldn’t bring herself to look at Livia while she was doing it. And then came the last hurdle.

  “Well done,” Livia told the blonde. “Now wash my pussy.” She leaned back in the tub to provide easier access and spread her knees.

  “Please, mistress…” the blonde bitch began. Livia reached out and clamped one of the bitch’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, making her wince and cry out.

  “Must we go back to square one?” Livia asked mildly. “I’m sure that you don’t want to be whipped again.”

  “No, mistress!” the blonde bitch wailed. “No, I don’t!”

  “Good,” Livia let go of the nipple and settled back again. “Now, do a good job.”

  Tanya obediently washed the woman’s pussy, going by feel and trying to ignore the obvious signs of arousal that the woman began showing.

  “Ahhhh…” the woman sighed at last. “Very good, my dear! I think you have a real talent
for that.”

  “Thank you, mistress,” Tanya said, unable to look at her.

  “Now, wash yourself while I watch. If you need help, I can do your back.”

  For the first time, Tanya managed to look her tormentress directly in the eye. She was just on the point of telling her to go fuck herself when she caught sight of an eager, wicked glint that told her this woman was hoping that she would rebel. It struck fear into her heart, and she dropped her gaze.

  “Yes, mistress,” she said, her voice barely audible.

  “Oh, and do pay particular attention to those lovely tits,” the woman continued. “They just about defy gravity, don’t they?”

  “Uh…yes, mistress,” Tanya mumbled. She had been asked a question, and she had to answer.

  “Mmm…so full and round, and tipped with those perfect pink nipples! Men must drool over them. No, keep on washing, dear. Does it bother you when I comment on your beautiful young body?”

  Tanya hesitated for as long as she dared and finally spoke honestly: “Yes, mistress,” she said. The woman chuckled nastily.

  “You have a lovely pussy, too,” she said. “So pretty and pink and inviting. Is it very sensitive as well?”

  “Yes, mistress.” Tanya’s reply came out in a choked sob.

  “And I suppose it’s more than a little sore even yet?”

  “Yes…mistress.” Tanya felt an unwelcome tear trickle down her cheek.

  “Keep washing, my dear. Are you hungry at all?”

  Tanya had been expecting almost anything but this sudden change of topics. For the first time, she realized that under the pain and humiliation she was very, very hungry indeed. “Yes, mistress,” she said.

  “Well, if you do a good job I’ll see about feeding you. Now make sure that you get every last bit of that gorgeous body…especially your pussy.”

  Tanya bit back a despairing groan. The hot water felt good on her poor, abused body and she really wanted to stay in it for as long as she could, even with this strange and frightening woman sharing it with her. She dragged out washing herself for as long as she possibly could, feigning more soreness and stiffness than she truly felt. The other woman didn’t seem to mind at all, even though Tanya was sure that she knew it was all an act. When Tanya finally dared to begin washing her pussy the woman smiled and leaned forward and began fondling Tanya’s tits, gently but intimately.