Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  “There is some small tearing, yes,” he said. It sounded as if he had a Middle Eastern accent. “There is also some inflammation, but I think she will be well enough in two or three days. She is a very fit and healthy young woman.” He turned his head to look at Tanya’s naked body once more.

  “Thank you, doctor,” Grigori said. “That is good news indeed. I am quite eager to proceed with her training.”

  “As always,” the doctor smiled toothily, “I am more than willing to assist.”

  “I know,” Grigori said. “I am sure we will be calling you to do so quite soon. Thank you, doctor.”

  The doctor smiled, nodded, and left, taking one last long look at Tanya before exiting the room. As soon as he was gone, Livia approached.

  “Shall we?” she asked Grigori with a smile.

  “I see no reason not to,” Grigori shrugged. “And you know how I love to watch you work.”

  Tanya made no resistance when the woman stuffed a hard rubber bit gag into her mouth. She was too wrapped up in her own misery at first, and by the time she realized that the gag portended something terrible would be done to her it was too late; the woman had already buckled the thing securely in place.

  “There, now,” Livia said brightly, looking down as fear began to blossom in the blonde bitch’s eyes. “Are we all comfy? Good.” She reached out to fondle the bitch’s tits. They were so full and round and firm that they really were spectacular, even mouth-watering. “Now, my dear,” she went on. She slid her hand down between the bitch’s raised and parted legs. “This is really a very cute little patch you have here, but I must tell you that slaves are not permitted such…ornamentation. And you have such a lovely pussy that it’s really a shame to hide it even a little bit. So, since you’re already here and, so to speak, prepped for it, we’re going to take care of that little matter right now.”

  Tanya closed her eyes, resigned to what they were going to do to her. Being shaved wouldn’t be all that bad, however humiliating. And hair could grow back. She heard the woman moving around and humming happily to herself. She opened her eyes once when she felt a hand on her breast, gently massaging it, and saw the man standing next to her, looking at her intently with no expression on his face or in his eyes. She turned her head away and shut her eyes again.

  A moment later she thought she smelled a candle burning, but it was so faint that she began to think she’d imagined it. Then something hot and sticky was applied to her mons. Tanya squealed and her eyes flew open. She raised her head to look. The woman was using a wooden spatula to spread thick, hot wax there. Knowing what was coming next, and fearing how much it would sting, Tanya struggled to get loose from her bonds, but all she could do was make the woman’s job a little more difficult, which the woman seemed to find amusing.

  “Oh, please, my dear,” the woman smiled up at her. “It only hurts for a very little while, and then it stings for a little while more, but women must pay the price to look beautiful, mustn’t they?” She finished spreading the wax, which was hot enough to be extremely uncomfortable and then applied the special paper to the spot, carefully patting it down and smoothing it out. Tanya gave up her struggling, put her head back down, closed her eyes, and bit down hard on the gag, trying to steel herself. Even so, when the woman yanked the paper off, the pain was so sudden and so intense that Tanya couldn’t help bucking and shrieking through the gag.

  “There, there,” the woman said, gently rubbing Tanya’s mons. “You really do look much better now, my dear, and it looks like we got all of it with the first try.”

  Tanya tried to let herself go limp, but the woman’s touch was so intrusive that it wasn’t possible. Then she felt the woman’s fingers at her pussy. She tried to ignore that, or at least not give any sign how much that touch bothered her.

  “This side?” Tanya heard the woman ask the man.

  “It is customary,” the man replied. Whatever the hell they meant, Tanya was past caring. And then she felt a stabbing pain shoot through one of her labia. She shrieked again, craning her neck to see what had happened. She saw the woman wipe the spot with an alcohol swab and shrieked once more at the fresh pain. A moment later, she saw the woman deftly thread a silver ring through her freshly-pierced labia and click it into place.

  It was finally too much. Tanya laid back and let herself cry. Tears flowed freely and sobs wracked her body as the man and the woman stood by and watched.Chapter Nine

  “I came as soon as I could,” Grigori’s client said. He sounded eager. “What do you have for me?”

  “First,” Grigori replied as he tapped a code into the laptop on his desk, “There is some video that you might find interesting.” He turned the laptop around so that it faced his client and pushed it closer to him. The man leaned forward in his chair, his look avid. He seemed to have put on some weight since last month, and he was less meticulous in his appearance.

  “Hit any key to play,” Grigori advised him. “I think you will find it all most interesting.”

  His client merely nodded and tapped a key. A moment later, Grigori could hear Tanya’s moans and groans and the grunts of the man who was fucking her from behind, punctuated from time to time by the sound of a hard slap on her ass. He had already seen all of the videos, and had personally edited the version that his client was watching, so he was free to ignore those noises or imagine what they meant and instead concentrate on watching his client as he watched the video.

  The man was ignoring everything else as he watched, hunching forward even further, his expression rapt, his eyes almost aglow. Grigori smiled. There would be no problems about final payment, he was sure.

  Tanya’s moans faded to sobs after the first man had finished with her, sobs that turned back to moans of despair as a second man immediately took his place. Grigori had taken care to have this debasement recorded from several angles, so that his client could enjoy the view of a big, hard cock slamming into the subject’s pussy over and over again, or of the subject’s tits jiggling with each hard thrust, or the varying expressions on her face as she was fucked, slapped, pinched or had her hair pulled. In this particular clip, a total of three men used her, all brutally. It ran for almost twelve minutes. At the end of it there was a pause. The client drank in every second of it, licking his lips once and all but drooling over the scene.

  “Well?” Grigori asked mildly after he heard the chime that signaled the end of the first segment. “Is it satisfactory?”

  His client looked up from the screen, his eyes almost blank. It took him a moment to return from wherever his mind had been. “What? Oh, yes, quite satisfactory! Is there more?”

  “Much, much more,” Grigori replied. “This is merely a sample video, to give you some idea of the overall content.”

  “I liked the part where you panned back to show that the bitch was getting fucked in front of an audience,” the man smiled nastily. “And especially where you showed that she was chained by her neck to that ring in the floor.”

  “Yes,” Grigori nodded. “Though I must tell you that by that time she scarcely needed to be tethered any more. She has become quite…submissive, though that is due more to her fear of further punishment than anything else.”

  “Yes, yes,” the client nodded. “I could tell that she hated every minute of it. But, you said that there is more?”

  “Yes, indeed,” Grigori nodded. “The next segment shows her introduction to anal sex. Press any key to watch, if you like.”

  The man’s attention turned so quickly and so absolutely from Grigori to the screen that Grigori could not help smiling again. Now the sounds were all screams and shrieks and desperate pleas as the subject had her ass used for the very first time in her predatory life. He had supervised that scene personally, making sure that the subject was almost completely immobilized, spread wide in a standing ‘X’ even as he told her, over and over, what she had to look forward to. She had to know what was coming anyway: For the ten days previous she had been penetrated with pro
gressively larger and thicker training plugs. She had utterly loathed that, but the horror in her eyes when she realized that the moment had come for her to be used by men in that way had been priceless…and he had even managed to record that pivotal and fleeting moment, just before the thick and heavy bit gag was thrust into her mouth. The gag was necessary, lest the subject bite her tongue as she was raped anally. It also had the advantages of distorting any words she might cry out and making her drool onto herself.

  Once more, his client watched the screen raptly. Only two men fucked the subject in this segment, but it had been carefully edited so that it ran for almost as long as the previous one. Several times, the camera circled the subject as she was being fucked to show that here, too, she was being abused in front of an appreciative audience, even if the faces of that audience were digitally obscured. The subject’s screams were most satisfying, and even towards the end, when they faded to hopeless, racking sobs, the noises she made were quite pleasing…especially, it seemed, to his client, who actually had to wipe a bit of drool off of his own chin before it was over.

  “Are you content?” Grigori asked him as another chime sounded, signaling the end of the second segment.

  “I get copies of all this?” the man asked.

  “Of course,” Grigori replied. “That was part of our agreement. We even recorded her first whipping and rape. That will be available to you also. I was concerned that we might have to edit your versions to conceal the subject’s identity, but it appears that neither the local authorities nor anyone else is particularly interested in looking for her. One of her, as you called it, ‘pussy posse’ made some inquiries a while ago, but she has since moved away and nothing more has been heard from her. So, if any of your videos should happen to fall into someone else’s hands, it is unlikely that the subject will be recognized as the young woman who went missing here recently.”

  The client nodded. “I don’t intend to share this stuff with anybody,” he said.

  “Indeed,” Grigori nodded. “There is one more segment for you to watch, if you like.”

  “Let me guess,” his client grinned nastily. “Now the bitch gets fucked in her mouth?”

  “Of course,” Grigori replied. “She has become quite adept at cock-sucking, though it is clear that she will never come to enjoy it.”

  “Press any key?” the client asked eagerly, his finger already poised above the keyboard. Grigori merely nodded, and the man struck the key with some force.

  Grigori leaned back in his chair and listened to the muffled grunts and moans and angry cries of the subject. By now she would suck cock on command, though it was clear that she hated being used in that way. She had even been trained to swallow when a man came in her mouth, and the expressions of distaste and dismay and shame on her face as she did that were beyond price. It would take some time to teach her deep throat techniques. Her gag reflex was still too strong for her to suppress, but he had trained less promising material to take very long cocks in all the way to the hilt. It had also been difficult to train her to lick and suck a cock properly clean afterwards, but the end result had been satisfactory.

  The clip began with the earlier efforts to train her to suck, so every now and then there would be an outraged yell whenever she managed to get a cock out of her mouth for even a moment. But every time she did that, she would open her mouth wide for her assailant to stuff his cock back in. He could hear her occasional desperate gasps for breath as well. It made for a most entertaining soundtrack all by itself.

  He looked at his client. If the previous clips had greatly interested him, this one had him enthralled to the point where he was licking his lips almost constantly and scarcely blinking his eyes at all. Grigori wondered how he would react to the dinner later.

  This clip was the longest of the three. Grigori waited patiently until it ended. Once it had, his client simply sat staring at the blank screen for a long moment. Then he shook himself back to the here and now.

  “Damn, that bitch can take a cock deep,” he said. “Am I right that in the last segment she had to suck three men in a row?”

  “Yes, indeed,” Grigori acknowledged. “And as you could plainly see by the end of that session she was completely exhausted.”

  “Good stuff, good stuff,” the client said, shaking his head and grinning. “That bitch is getting everything she deserves.”

  “Yes, well,” Grigori shrugged. “We have several hours of video of her now. You will receive it all on discs formatted for your country once you have made final payment. May I assume that you are now feeling somewhat…aroused?”

  “What? Oh. Yes. A bit.” The client admitted.

  “I thought that you might. We are having a dinner here a bit later, and I would like to invite you to partake of it as my guest. It will not be for some little time yet, so I have made some provisions for your comfort until then. Would that be satisfactory?”

  “Can I hold onto this until then?” the man asked, pointing at the laptop.

  “Of course,” Grigori replied. “But I have something even better for you.” He pressed a button set under his desk. A moment later the door to his office opened and Livia entered, leading Cicely, naked and crawling on her hands and knees at the end of a leash. The client turned to see who was coming in, and while he made a move as if he were about to rise, he did not actually do so. Grigori smiled to himself. He suspected that he knew the reason that the man did not stand up.

  Livia led Cicely over to the desk and handed the end of the leash to the client. He accepted it almost absently, his gaze fixed on Cicely.

  “I do not know if you recognize this slave,” Grigori said. “She was one of the ‘pussy posse’. I thought you might like to have her while awaiting the call to dinner.”

  “Uh…thank you. Very much,” the client responded, still staring at Cicely.

  “You may do anything you like with her,” Livia said warmly. “She’s very well trained and quite pliable. Aren’t you, my dear?”

  “Yes, mistress,” Cicely answered obediently.

  “You will do your utmost to please our guest, will you not?” Livia prodded.

  “Yes, mistress. Of course,” Cicely replied.

  “I will have someone come for you when it is time for dinner,” Grigori said as he rose from his chair. “Until then, please enjoy this small offering. Livia is quite correct. You may do as you please with her until then. You may even whip her, if the mood strikes you.”

  “What do you think?” Livia asked as the client led Cicely away.

  “I think that our poor Cicely will be somewhat the worse for wear afterwards,” Grigori answered. “But such is her lot now. Do you still think we should keep her?”

  “Oh, yes,” Livia nodded. “At least for the next year or two. I have grown rather fond of her, and she has been quite useful to me at times.”

  ***

  “Ah, there you are!” Grigori greeted his client as the man came lumbering up the hallway. “We have been waiting for you!”

  “Sorry,” the man apologized to everyone present. “I came as soon as I was called.”

  “And how did you enjoy our little gift?” Grigori asked. The man seemed to flush slightly.

  “Very much,” he said. “My thanks for your unique hospitality.”

  “Do not mention it,” Grigori patted him on the shoulder. “I have something perhaps even more special to show you.”

  With that, the man standing near the double doors that led to the formal dining hall threw them open. Grigori entered, followed by his client and the five men and three women who were his guests. The small crowd had barely entered the room before they stopped, making small noises of surprise.

  It was the centerpiece on the long table that had drawn their attention, as Grigori had intended that it should. Tanya lay naked on her back on a large silver platter, her legs bound tightly calf-to-thigh and her wrists bound just as tightly to her ankles. For now, she was keeping her knees primly together, but she woul
d tire as the dinner wore on. She was blindfolded. A centerpiece should not look back while it was being looked at. And as a final touch, a small apple was stuffed into her mouth. Her nipples had been rubbed with ice cubes just before the doors had been opened, and they stood out prominently. The small silver rings piercing those nipples glittered and winked in the candlelight. So did Tanya’s body, which had been carefully rubbed with oil.

  “Magnificent!” one of the women exclaimed as she approached the table. “Are those real?” she asked, nodding towards Tanya’s bare breasts.

  “Quite real,” Grigori replied. “Go on, see for yourself.”

  Tanya moved slightly as she felt the woman squeeze her breast. Even though she had been warned to keep still no matter what she felt or heard, she couldn’t help it. She heard other voices, male and female, commenting on her body.

  “Great legs,” she heard a man say.

  “Great tits,” another man offered.

  “A very unique centerpiece,” came another woman’s voice. “She really looks good enough to eat.” Tanya repressed a shudder.

  “May I?” She heard yet another man ask. She did not hear any reply, but she felt hands prying her knees apart. She did not resist, though she did not part her knees any wider than she was made to.

  “Quite lovely,” she heard a woman say. Then she felt a hand on her inner thigh, stroking it gently. “I rather like the rings. One through each labia. Very pretty.”

  “Please, my friends, sit,” Grigori said. “Dinner is about to be served.”

  Tanya heard chairs moving, heard a low murmur of voices. The hands on her body were removed and she slowly brought her knees back together as she had been ordered to. She could feel all the people sitting around the table now, she could feel their eyes on her nakedness as surely as she had felt their hands earlier. She was grateful that she had been blindfolded, so she could not see them as well.

  “This is truly a superb female body,” she heard a male voice say. “Where did you get her?”