Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  “Please,” Grigori demurred. “I do not reveal my sources.” There was a brief ripple of laughter around the table. He looked at his client. He had carefully seated the man right in front of the subject, where he could inspect her nakedness to his heart’s content…and he was doing just that, all but ignoring all of the other guests.

  The dinner seemed to go on forever. Tanya felt a tingling in her hands and feet that gradually grew into a numbness. Her legs, tightly bound, began going numb next, and in spite of her orders she found it harder and harder to keep her knees together. As the meal progressed, her knees spread wider and wider apart. After a while not even the comments of the dinner guests about the two rings piercing her labia were enough to motivate her. Before the dessert was served her knees were splayed wide, exposing her completely and making her appear to be offering herself for sex. The comments, which had never completely ceased even when the guests were eating, became more numerous and more crude until she could feel her face burning with shame. Some of the guests became bolder and reached out to fondle or stroke her body. Some of the touches were so intimate that she could not help squirming, especially when some of them began tweaking or tugging at her nipple rings.

  She had thought that the first ring through her labia was the height of outrage. Later, she learned that she had been wrong. That first ring had been slipped into her unexpectedly, by surprise. All of the subsequent rings had been inserted as slow and deliberate acts, with plenty of warning and no chance whatsoever of her avoiding it, or even making it more difficult for them. The pain each time had been sharp but brief. The shameful rings, however, were permanent. She had heard them talking about piercing her nose at some point. She had also heard them discussing piercing her clit, and that had struck her with horror.

  She did not know how long she had been here now. Days and nights meant nothing when she was usually kept in windowless rooms or underground cells, always naked, often collared, frequently bound or fettered, and constantly available for sex in any form at any time, even when they were not ‘training’ her to suck, or fuck, or take it up her ass. As humiliating as it was to be used for anal sex, she found the oral sex to be even more demeaning, since it required at least some amount of submission from her and often required her participation, however coerced it might be. She had lost track of the number of men who had used her. There were four that did so regularly, always as part of her ‘training’. Beyond them were a number who only fucked her once or twice, usually in her mouth. She had heard them referred to as guests or visitors, and it grated on her almost beyond endurance that she was being used to provide carnal hospitality, just as it grated on her now that she was being put on display, naked and helpless, for the entertainment of a dinner party. She felt another hand on her breast, kneading the soft flesh almost painfully. The only bit of resistance she could put up now was not to show any reaction. She lay as still as she could, smelling fresh-brewed coffee as the dinner finally came to an end.Chapter Ten

  “Surely you can make an accommodation here,” Grigori’s client insisted.

  “It was not part of our original agreement,” Grigori shook his head. “And as I recall, you said at the time that you had no interest in fucking the subject yourself.”

  “So I changed my mind,” the man retorted. “You sat me right in front of that bitch so that I’d see her all through that dinner. I changed my mind. I want to fuck her…just once.”

  “Are you quite sure that once will be enough?” Grigori smiled.

  “I have to leave early tomorrow on business,” the man replied. “Just one night with her. Please.”

  “So we have gone from ‘just once’ to ‘one night’,” Grigori mused. “I must tell you, I am disinclined. You left little Cicely in a terrible state. It does not matter so much with her, as she is little more than an amusing pet here. The ‘blonde bitch’, as you refer to her, is quite another matter. She is very valuable merchandise, and at a critical point in her training and conditioning. Handing her over to you, for one night or one hour could have unfortunate consequences.”

  “I’ll pay,” the man said immediately.

  “It is not a question of money,” Grigori lied. “I have certain professional standards. You have your videos, all eight hours of them. Are they not enough?”

  “No,” the man shook his head angrily. “They might have been, before that dinner, watching all those other people feeling her up. I have to get my hands on that bitch’s body at least once before I leave here. I have to! I know how she looks, how she moves, how she sounds, hell, even how the bitch smells. I want to know how she feels under my hands. I want to squeeze those tits, slap that ass, make her crawl and beg and cry.”

  “She does not cry all that much,” Grigori shrugged. “And I am still thinking of what you did to Cicely. I have potential buyers coming in to inspect this blonde bitch next week. She must be in excellent condition then. I do not think you would leave her in that condition.”

  “So it is a matter of money after all,” the man sneered.

  “It is a matter of business,” Grigori corrected him. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

  “Look, I’ll pay for the privilege,” the man repeated. “Just give me an hour with her. I’ll make it worth your while and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”

  “I am afraid that if I do give you that hour you will decide afterwards that it still is not enough,” Grigori said. “I think you are becoming obsessed with that young woman. That is unhealthy.”

  “You said you have buyers coming in next week?” the client asked. “What if I just buy her now? What’s the asking price?”

  “Please,” Grigori waved a hand. “It would be quite unprofessional of me to announce an auction and then cancel it at the last minute.”

  “You sonofabitch,” the man snarled. “You’re just holding out on me to jack up the price!”“As I have told you, there is no price. There will be no price until sometime next week. And I do not care for being insulted. I suggest that you take your videos and leave now.”

  “Sorry! I’m sorry!” the man immediately relented. He sighed wearily. “You’re right,” he said. “That bitch is like a drug, okay? I just want a taste. Please.”

  Grigori smiled inwardly. It must be very, very difficult for this man to apologize for anything, and even more difficult for him to say ‘please’. “Perhaps something can be done,” he said. “It will have to be under strict supervision, however, and of course you will pay for it.”

  “Of course, of course,” the man nodded eagerly. “When?”

  ***

  Tanya crawled slowly along on her hands and knees down the hallway. Every time some new degradation was forced upon her she thought she had hit bottom. Every time she turned out to be wrong. And every time, she submitted, giving up a little more of herself, sinking a little further down to the level of a docile, captive animal. She had accepted this latest humiliation, bizarre as it was, as she had all the previous ones.

  She was naked. They always kept her naked, and she did not think she would ever become used to it. She might have dressed provocatively before she was taken and put into this slavery, but how she had dressed had always been her choice. Now she was given no choice at all, and while previously she had loved it when men drooled over her, now she could feel their eyes crawling over her like filthy bugs, creeping into every crevice. There was a heavy leather collar buckled around her neck, and wide leather cuffs strapped tightly around her wrists and ankles. There was a chain, a leash, attached to her collar. The other end of her leash was in the hand of a grotesque, ugly dwarf who was leading her along. Worse yet, another dwarf, just as ugly and just as grotesque, was riding her as if she was a horse and he was her jockey. He kept thumping her ribs with his heels, as if he was trying to get her to go faster, and pulling on the reins connected to the thick bit gag in her mouth, forcing her to keep her head up and sometimes pulling her head back painfully. He was frighteningly strong, as was t
he one leading her. There were little silver bells dangling from the rings in her nipples, and every thump or jerk made them ring. She had no idea where she was being led, or why she was being led there. In the back of her mind lurked the horrifying fear that she was going to be fucked by these hideous little men in front of an audience. It turned her stomach just to think about it, however fleetingly, and she prayed, wished, hoped desperately that it would not be so. She was not quite so far debased yet that she could not do at least that much.

  At length, she was led into a room she knew all too well, and her heart sank. It was a large room, unfurnished aside from some rows of chairs set along one wall. The floor was covered with a thinly padded cheap blue carpet that had probably been selected because it was easy to clean. She had been taken to this room many times, always to be fucked or made to perform in front of an audience, usually men. She did not dare look towards the chairs directly, but out of the corner of her eye she could see that there were some men there now, one of them the cold-eyed, cold-hearted bastard who seemed to run this terrible place. She feared everyone here, but she feared him above everyone else. He had made her look into his eyes once while she was sucking him off, and what she had seen in his eyes while her mouth was full of his thick and heavy cock had scared her as she had never been scared before in her life. She knew he was the one who had whipped her that terrible night, and probably the one who had first raped her. By now, whatever he told her to do she did immediately, without question or hesitation. She had not seen much of him in the past few days. Seeing him here now struck her with dread.The dwarf holding her leash led her into the middle of the room and made her stop there. Tanya started to let her head droop, but the dwarf still riding her hauled back on her reins until she was looking up at the ceiling. He did not get off. He stayed on her, keeping up the pull on the reins.

  “Arch your back,” Tanya heard a man order. She obeyed immediately, and the bells on her nipples chimed. It was a pose she had been meticulously taught. She could do it now almost without thinking, though she knew it made her look as if she was begging to be fucked.

  “Go ahead,” she heard a man say. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a middle-aged man, verging on fat, coming over towards her. He walked around her slowly once, just looking at her. She did not look at his face. After so many cocks, the faces didn’t matter anymore. Even if she could see his face, she knew that she would see that same hungry lust in his eyes, that same anticipatory smile. The dwarf on her back tittered as he pulled her head back just a little more. His compatriot, still holding her leash, gabbled something in a language Tanya didn’t think she had ever heard before. At least with her head pointing almost straight up she couldn’t drool all over herself.

  The man circling her went around behind her, passing out of her view. A moment later, she felt her knee being nudged by his foot. This was something else she had been taught, to obey without a spoken command. She spread her legs wider, keeping her back arched, knowing all too well how she looked now. They had shown her pictures, of herself and of other women in that pose and in other poses, and often trained her in a room full of mirrors so that no matter which way she looked she saw a naked Tanya obeying, submitting, or being used.

  “How do you want her?” Tanya was sure that it was the boss asking the question.

  “Just like this,” the fat man answered from behind her. Tanya heard someone bark a command. The dwarf on her back dismounted immediately and scampered away, as did the other one. She let her head come down just a little bit as she heard a zipper and then felt hands on her thighs, thumbs spreading her pussy.

  “She’s dry,” she heard the man behind her complain.

  “Please move aside and that will be taken care of.”

  The hands came off of her thighs. Tanya held her pose. She saw the dark-haired woman who seemed to delight in tormenting her approaching, holding a jar containing a clear gel. She couldn’t help whimpering when she saw it. They used many different kinds of lubricants on her, and some of them had unpleasant side effects. Nonetheless, she held still as she felt the woman applying the gel to her pussy, spreading it around, working it up inside of her. All she could do was shut her eyes tight and wait for it to be over.

  “Be nice to the man, dear,” the woman said to her as she finished.

  “There’s a good girl.”

  A moment later, hands were on Tanya’s hips again. She could feel the bulk of the fat man as he moved up close behind her, spreading her pussy with his thumbs again. She braced herself for what she knew would come next, grateful that the woman had not spread any lubricant on or in her anus.

  The man shoved his cock roughly into her. Tanya could not suppress a grunt. He thrust himself as deeply into her as he could and just stayed there for a moment, gripping her hips and huffing noisily as the teeth of his zipper rasped against Tanya’s thighs.

  “You fucking bitch!” he snarled as he pulled slowly back and then slammed himself into her again, making Tanya grunt around the bit gag and jiggling her breasts so that the rings tinkled cheerfully.

  “You bitch! You bitch! You bitch!” he snarled over and over again with each brutal thrust. Tanya grunted in time with his insults, waiting only for it to be over, wishing that it would be over soon, hearing those damned bells tinkling and feeling them bounce lightly against her breasts. They had just enough weight to remind her constantly of the bright metal rings threading her nipples. She had no idea why this man was calling her a bitch over and over again as he fucked her. In the end it didn’t really matter. She was a captive, a female animal here to be used as others saw fit. What difference did it make if they called her names while they were doing it?

  “You…BITCH!” the man yelled just as he thrust into her again. This time he just stayed still with his cock buried deep in Tanya’s pussy, puffing and blowing as if he’d just done a hundred-yard sprint. By now Tanya knew all too well how men sounded when they came, and it didn’t seem as if this man had come at all.

  “Now I want her mouth,” she heard the man growl from behind her.

  “Very well. Please stand back as before.”

  Tanya saw the two dwarves scampering towards her again. She had seen a lot of them lately. It seemed as if they’d been appointed to be her personal handlers, and they took every opportunity they could to feel her up in one way or another. It had not gone any further than that so far, but it always made her skin crawl. It felt as if there was something particularly corrupt, debased, even evil about the two of them. This time, though, all they did was make her lower her head so that they could remove the bit gag and then make her kneel upright and put her hands behind her back. She felt one of them clip the leather cuffs on her wrists together and steeled herself for what was coming. This was not the first time she’d been made to take a cock in her mouth immediately after it had been in her pussy, and by now she knew all too well what she tasted like and what all of the different lubricants tasted like. She kept her mouth open as the fat man came around in front of her, grinning evilly. His cock, still erect and glistening was inches from her nose. She kept her eyes downcast. She was not allowed to look at the men unless she was told to.

  “Look at me, bitch,” the man growled. Tanya obediently looked up to see his face contorted into a mask of hatred, his eyes glowing like sullen embers. She kept her own face expressionless, as she had been trained to do. For the first time, she was grateful that there was an audience. There was something personal, irrational, and dangerously violent in this man’s attitude. She waited for orders.

  “Suck it, you bitch,” he snapped. “Suck it deep and swallow every fucking drop of what I give you.”

  He had not asked a question, so Tanya did not answer, though she thought that he had wanted to hear her say ‘yes’ or ‘yes, sir’. Instead, she leaned forward and gently took his cock into her mouth, frowning at the mingled textures and flavors. The lubricant was almost aggressively tasteless, but still a little waxy. Her pussy juices were salty-swe
et, and the man’s contributions were salty and musky. She could show her distaste as long as she kept sucking. In fact, they seemed to encourage it, and the men she fellated seemed to enjoy seeing how much she did not enjoy it.

  His cock was not especially thick or long. Tanya kept taking it in a little deeper each time, as she had also been taught to do. Then the man seized her head in his hands and rammed himself right down her throat, holding her there as she squirmed and struggled futilely until she became lightheaded from lack of air. Just before she felt like she was going to pass out, he let go of her. Tanya sagged backwards, gasping and choking.

  “How did you like that, you bitch?” the man snarled, his voice a mixture of anger and exultation. Still gasping, Tanya leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth again. She began sucking faster and harder, even though the movement made her breasts jiggle and set those damned little bells to bouncing and ringing again. She sucked desperately, trying to make him come as soon as she could, using all of the little tricks they had taught her during her ‘training’. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, and get this strange and frightening man away from her. She began grunting through her nose with each stroke, letting him see how very much she hated being forced to do this. She flinched when she felt him put a hand on her head, but he didn’t try to force his cock down her throat again and it only broke her rhythm for a moment.

  “That’s it, you fucking long-legged bitch,” he growled. “That’s it!”

  Tanya kept to her work, her eyes closed. She felt the man’s fingers dig into her hair and heard him groan. She had enough unwanted experience now to be fairly sure of what would happen when he came. She kept sucking, and heard him groan again.

  She was right. Just as he came, he grabbed her head in his hands again and rammed his cock down her throat, groaning like a wounded bull over and over again. Tanya struggled, but no more than she had to in order to conserve what breath she had managed to inhale just before he came. They liked it when they saw and felt you squirming in their grip, and she had learned to please in order to avoid punishment. It was just as well that she put up a minimal effort, because he held her in place for a long time after he was done coming. When he finally let go of her he shoved her away from him so hard that she fell over, choking and gasping, the taste of him almost burning her throat.