Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  “Yeah, you bitch,” he snapped. “How do you like it? How do you like it, you fucking arrogant bitch?”

  Tanya struggled up onto her knees again while he was still ranting at her. She did not know why he was doing that. She would probably never know, and in the meantime she still had a job to finish. Still weak and dizzy, she leaned forward again to lick and suck the man’s cock clean.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Do you think he will be a problem?” Livia asked.

  “Perhaps,” Grigori shrugged. “Perhaps not. He did leave this morning as he said he would. He cannot come back here unless I invite him to do so, and I will not do that.”

  “You know best,” Livia conceded. “But I am still quite upset with what he did to my little Cicely.”

  “The doctor examined her,” Grigori said. “The injuries were not deep, or serious. She will heal completely, however slow and painful it might be. In the meantime, we must make arrangements to have our merchandise in suitable shape for the auction.”

  “How many buyers do you think will be arriving?”

  “All of them, I hope,” Grigori smiled. “It makes for much livelier bidding. And do not worry. I told our client that the auction would be next week, but I do not expect to have all of our merchandise ready for another month, at least.”

  “Ah,” Livia smiled. “Good. That gives us more time for training and conditioning. How many women do you hope to have ready by then?”

  “Four, including the blonde,” Grigori answered. “It is a strange thing,” he mused. “The market for female slaves keeps changing. Now it is important to many of our buyers to have a lovely, dusky-skinned Hindu dancer, all flashing dark eyes and supple young body. I have seen a few Bollywood movies, so I can understand. Last year, small, submissive Oriental women were all the rage, and they still are somewhat popular. But there is always a market for tall, striking blondes.”

  “And she really is a blonde,” Livia smirked.

  “Yes, indeed, though her natural hair color is somewhat darker than platinum. It will grow out, and she will still have that magnificent body.”

  “So we are to pay more attention to her grooming from now on?” Livia asked.

  “Yes,” Grigori nodded. “I think she is broken enough now to be pathetically grateful for any small rewards she may receive and not wonder too much about why she is receiving them. Her training, of course, will continue.”

  Livia smirked. “May I include what we were discussing earlier?”

  “Of course. And I think that I will also participate.”

  ***

  Tanya knelt and waited patiently as the dark-haired woman brushed her hair. She was skilled at it and carefully worked out any snarls or tangles without inflicting too much pain from pulled hair. A little while earlier, the woman had also gently removed the rings from Tanya’s nipples. The ones through her labia were still there, though, and Tanya could still feel them. It had been very pleasant to be treated to a warm bath, even if the dark-haired woman, “Mistress”, had insisted on washing her herself. Mistress was quite meticulously thorough about that, which always made Tanya very uncomfortable. She was able to keep still for even the most intimate washing now, but she would never, ever get used to another woman bathing her. At least the hair-brushing part was almost pleasant. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine herself in some hairdressing salon.

  “There we go,” Mistress said happily. “Now, let’s get you properly dressed, shall we?”

  The first time she had ever said that, Tanya had had a brief moment of hope that it meant she would get some actual clothes. Now she knew all too well that it meant that Mistress was going to put a collar around her neck and cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She held still as Mistress fitted the collar around her neck, obediently holding her hair up out of the way for her. This collar was wider than any she had worn previously, and more well-padded. As Mistress buckled it in place, Tanya realized that she would not be able to bend her head much at all. It was something new, and she had come to dread new things here. She kept her hands up after the collar was in place so that Mistress could put the cuffs on her wrists. Those at least felt like the usual ones. Once they were on, Tanya obediently leaned forward and put her hands out until she was on her hands and knees so that Mistress could put on the ankle cuffs.

  It was always a mystery to Tanya until the last minute as to just what came after she had been collared and cuffed. Sometimes her cuffed wrists were locked behind her, sometimes they weren’t. Sometimes, but not often, her cuffed ankles were locked together as well. And sometimes she was simply left alone for a time, forbidden to move until someone came for her. This time, she felt Mistress clipping a leash to her collar.

  “This way,” Mistress said, pulling on the leash. Now Tanya knew what came next, even if she still did not know what came after that. She began crawling along after Mistress like an obedient pet. At least there were no metal rings dangling from her nipples, though she was sure that they would be put back in at some point.

  She crawled along down several corridors, passing through a number of doors. Every so often they would encounter a man going the other way on some business. Tanya always felt their eyes on her after they had passed, staring at her ass or her pussy. It still bothered her, but not as much as it had at first, especially when she recognized a man as one who had already fucked her mouth or her pussy. She was never quite sure if he had fucked her ass as well. She was usually blindfolded or otherwise unable to see her attacker when they did that to her. This time they also encountered a man leading another crawling, naked woman. Tanya risked a quick look at the woman as they passed, and did not recognize her at all. She was small, slender and Oriental, with prominent dark nipples and a look of resignation on her pretty young face.

  Finally they passed from carpeting to flagstone and Tanya’s heart sank. They always did the worst things to her in those stone-floored rooms. She wanted to resist, but dared not. Instead, she crept wearily along behind Mistress, doing her best to keep the cold, hard floor from bruising her knees. Now they were in a corridor lined with doors made of metal bars, as in a prison. Tanya shuddered inwardly. She had been here before. Mistress led her over to one of the doors, opened it, and led Tanya in.

  Tanya kept her eyes fixed on the floor, dreading what she might see if she looked up. Mistress swung the door shut behind them and for a moment it was very quiet in the cell, except for some faint, rhythmic wet sounds, followed by a soft, feminine whimper.

  Tanya raised her head just enough for a look. There was a thin mattress, more like a futon, actually, in the middle of the room. A woman was kneeling on it, directly in front of a man. Her hands were bound behind her with thin cords, and from her movements and sounds it was clear what she was being made to do. The woman’s hair was cut short into something like a shaggy, ragged pixie cut, but Tanya barely noticed once she saw that the woman’s back and ass were crisscrossed with red marks and angry welts. She shuddered. Had they brought her here to show her what happened to a woman who proved too reluctant to obey? While the marks from her own whipping had long since all faded away, her memory of the pain and terrifying helplessness of the experience remained as bright and clear as if it had just happened yesterday.

  “Ah, so here is our prize piece of ass.” Tanya kept her head down. She recognized the voice as that of the cold, frightening man who seemed to run this place, and the last thing she wanted to do was look up and see his face as he gloated over what she had been reduced to.

  “Yes, indeed.” Mistress said as she bent over to stroke Tanya’s back, her fingernails sharp and hard against the skin. “She is coming along quite nicely.”

  “Tanya,” the man said. It was just one word, but spoken in such a way that it was a command. Reluctantly, Tanya raised her head to look up into the eyes of the chief tormentor of all her tormentors here. He was smiling, and that struck her with dread. He was the only man in the room aside from the one getting his cock sucked. T
anya could see two other women, naked and bound as the first, kneeling in the far corner of the room on the cold, hard stones, their faces towards the wall.

  “Are you being treated well, my dear?” he asked.

  Tanya hesitated. He certainly did not want to hear the truth, so she lied.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied.

  “You certainly look well. You have a truly beautiful young body.”

  Once again, Tanya hesitated. He had not asked her a question, so she finally decided that she was not required to give a response.

  “Thank the Master, you ignorant bitch!” Mistress snapped as she slapped Tanya’s ass hard enough for it to sting.

  “T-thank you, sir,” Tanya stammered. She would never, ever understand all of the rules they made her live under, and she knew that they did that on purpose. If she was never quite certain how she was required to act, they had her at a constant disadvantage, fearful and cringing, worrying always that she would somehow break a rule and incur punishment.

  “Bring her over here,” the Master said to Mistress. Tanya felt the immediate pull on her leash. She did not dare resist, and crawled where she was led, closer to him. She knew beyond question what was coming now, and there was no way to avoid it. Mistress stopped her within inches of the man.

  “Kiss his shoes, bitch,” Mistress ordered. Tanya shut her eyes tight even as she bent down to obey. She had seen that they were expensive shoes, very expensive shoes, but that didn’t make things any easier for her. She kissed the left shoe first, then the right, and then waited for the next demeaning command. She felt Mistress clipping her ankle cuffs together.

  “Up,” Mistress ordered with a vicious yank on the leash. Tanya rose up on her knees, keeping her eyes fixed on the man’s impeccably trousered knees and put her hands behind her as she had been trained to do. It was painful kneeling on the stones, but she dared not complain. Once Mistress had clipped her wrist cuffs together, Tanya settled back so that most of her weight was on her bent toes, giving her knees a tiny bit of relief.

  The man - Master - put his hand under her chin and made her look up at him. His touch made her skin crawl. She kept her face as expressionless as she could, but she knew he could see how she truly felt in her eyes. She also knew that it amused him.

  “Don’t you want to greet your friend?” he asked. He turned her head towards the woman kneeling on the futon, still giving a slow, deep blowjob to the man standing in front of her. For a moment, Tanya was puzzled, and then she recognized the woman’s profile and could not hold back a gasp. It was Cicely! She had welts in front as well as on her back, crisscrossing her breasts and thighs and belly. The Master made her watch for a long, terrible moment. Cicely paid Tanya no attention at all. In fact, she never even opened her eyes. She just kept sucking on the big cock in her mouth, taking it in almost impossibly deep, her only movement a slow, rhythmic back-and-forth of her head. There was a sheen of saliva on her chin. Then the Master turned Tanya’s head back to him and made her look up at him again.

  “Please me,” he said. He let go of her chin and unzipped his pants. When he drew it out, his cock looked long and thick, but flaccid. Tanya dared not hesitate. She leaned forward, groping for the head of his cock with her mouth. By now she had much more practice at that than she had ever wanted. She shuddered as she took him into her mouth. Even that much physical contact with him made her skin crawl and started tying her belly up in knots. For once she was glad that they gave her little to drink and barely enough to eat.

  She sucked. She had always thought that a man would enjoy any kind of oral sex, but here in this terrible, hopeless place she had been taught otherwise. She had also been taught a number of little tricks to enhance a man’s pleasure. She had not wanted to learn them at all, but did so anyway out of the fear of certain punishment if she did not. Some times at night, when she was curled up on her lumpy little bed in the dark, she could hear other women screaming. Usually the sounds came faintly through the solid door of her cell, but on some nights they were too loud for her to sleep. She sucked slowly and deeply, teasing the underside of his cock with her tongue as it slowly hardened and lengthened in her mouth. If she kept her eyes closed, she could just about pretend that it was not his cock, but instead just one more of the many, many cocks she had been made to suck here…just one more, anonymous and uncaring of anything but its own pleasure, intent on nothing but filling her mouth with hot, slimy, sticky, salty fluid at the ultimate moment. She whimpered faintly as she slid her lips up and down the pulsing shaft. They had also taught her that many men liked it when the woman showed them, in small and poignant ways, how much she disliked being forced to suck…and swallow…especially swallow. If she kept her eyes closed, she could better concentrate on following her training. She whimpered again and felt his hand on the back of her head, urging, but so far not forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth. She went with the flow. It was not as hard to do as it used to be. She had learned how to suppress her gag reflex unless a cock was rammed up against the back of her throat…which still happened sometimes. And, while she still thought about biting, she did not dare try it. She risked a sidelong glance at Cicely, all bruised and battered to remind her why she did not dare, then closed her eyes and got back to work.

  She was just a piece of female meat here, no more than tits, a pussy, a mouth and an ass, something to be played with for pleasure. She couldn’t help whimpering faintly at that thought, even as she felt the thick, blunt head of the cock sliding in and out along her tongue, between her lips. She heard a man chuckle. She did not care which man it was, or even if more men had come in to watch her debasement. They did that a lot. Whether she was sucking or being fucked, there was usually an audience. And sometimes they even recorded it. She had been made to watch the videos. The one that bothered her the most was the one where she had been raped anally twice while she had been strung up spread-eagled…in front of an audience of men and women. Her own screams and pleas still rang in her ears, making her face burn with shame. The first time they had made her watch it, she had been violently ill, retching and heaving while they laughed.

  She heard a man groan. A moment later, he groaned again, more loudly and she also heard a high-pitched, nasal squeal from Cicely and she knew beyond doubt what had just happened. Then it was groan, squeal, groan, squeal, groan, squeal and finally a loud, satisfied male sigh followed by a long, hopeless, muffled female moan. Tanya clenched her eyes shut tightly and did as she had been trained. She could offer Cicely no help, and Cicely certainly could not offer her any.

  He came in her mouth without any warning. One moment she was sucking his cock, her mind and her body running on automatic, and the next he was spurting violently into her mouth, his hand on the back of her head keeping her from pulling away. With every hot, salty spurt he jabbed his cock briefly deeper into her mouth, groaning as loudly as the other man had with Cicely. Tanya kept her eyes shut and offered no resistance. All she could do was try to stifle her own squeals as her mouth filled with cum and her stomach knotted up.

  Finally, he was done. But he kept his cock in her mouth for a while longer, still holding her by the back of her head. Tanya waited, holding his cock deep in her mouth until he finally pulled out. She wanted to spit his cum all over his expensive slacks and even more expensive shoes. Instead, she kept her eyes shut, tilted her head up and back, and noisily and visibly swallowed. Twice. It burned all the way down her throat, and churned once it got to her stomach. Fighting back an almost irresistible urge to vomit, she opened her eyes to look for his cock. There it was, still thick and heavy, but not quite so hard as it had been, inches from her face. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth again to lick and suck it clean. She could manage that only as long as she treated it as one more mechanical act and didn’t stop to think about whose cock it was. Inside, she screamed and railed against her hopeless, degraded state. Outwardly, she tried very hard to show nothing, nothing at all.

  Chapter Twelve


  “No, no, no!” Mistress snapped. She swung the thin cane she held in one hand across Tanya’s naked ass, making Tanya start and ‘yip’ at the sudden sting. “You’re not even trying, you big-titted bitch! Now, start over.”

  Tanya took a deep breath around the bit gag wedged tightly between her teeth. The high stiletto heels they had made her wear forced her to walk almost on her toes and left her feeling like she was always on the point of losing her balance. And if she fell, there was no hope of using her hands to break that fall. Her wrists were locked behind her in padded leather cuffs, and attached to the leather harness they had put on her so that her hands were kept well up and away from her vulnerable ass. The harness circled her torso just above and just below her breasts, with straps running up over her shoulders so that it could all be connected to the wide, heavy padded collar she wore that kept her head up and pointed straight ahead.

  They had put the rings back in her nipples, which she hated. Each ring now had a small bell dangling from it again. There were two more small bells dangling from her earlobes like cheap earrings, and two more attached to the ankle straps that held those painfully uncomfortable stiletto heels in place. She began to walk, slowly and uncertainly, as Mistress held on to the end of the chain leash clipped to the collar. What Tanya was supposed to do seemed simple enough: She was to walk around and around, pivoting on Mistress. But as she walked, she was not to let any of the bells ring, and that made it all seem like just one more painful and pointless humiliation that they wanted to inflict upon her. She took one slow, uncertain step.