Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  “You must not walk, Tanya,” Mistress smiled. “You must glide along, as if you were born upon a cloud, floating effortlessly above the ground.”

  Tanya took another tentative step. She had been at this long enough now that the muscles in her calves and thighs were starting to complain. She could relieve the stress a little by putting her weight down on her heels, but if she did that the height of the stilettos made her wobbly and the bells would jingle. She took another step, and then another, urged along by Mistress lightly tapping her ass with the cane every so often. Straining and wincing, she managed to complete half a circuit around Mistress before a misstep caused the bells to ring. She braced herself for another lash across her backside, but it did not come.

  Mistress came over and stood close in front of her, looking up. There was sad disappointment in her eyes.

  “I suppose that’s enough for today,” she said, shaking her head. “You do look a bit worn, you poor little thing.” Her hand came up to tap the underside of Tanya’s breast with the cane. Tanya flinched, and bells rang again.

  “Well, no matter,” Mistress said brightly and smiled. “We’ll take it up again tomorrow, my pet, and we’ll keep at it until you learn.”

  Tanya wanted to groan, but she didn’t dare make any noise. Still, the prospect of getting out of those damned stiletto heels sounded very good to her. She waited patiently, like any dumb, obedient beast, for someone to come and attend to her. And then Mistress smiled again and kissed her breasts lightly.

  “We’ll try something else for now,” Mistress told Tanya. She had a nasty glint in her eyes. “We might as well, since you’re already set up for it.” She removed the bells from Tanya’s ears.

  By now, Tanya had learned, often painfully, to fear anything new. Every time she thought that she had hit absolute bottom, she found that she was wrong. Even the things they had already made her do dragged her a little further down every time they made her do them again. One of the worst was when they led her into a room, on all fours at the end of the leash, where yet another group of men would be waiting to look her over and make comments about her body. Then their hands would be on her, all over her, testing the weight and firmness of her breasts, the tautness of the muscles in her thighs and calves, the softness of her belly, the condition of her mouth, and her pussy, and her ass. Last of all, they would make her lift her head so that they could comment on her face as well. She always got high marks, and none of the men ever tried to fuck her. In some ways, that was more horrifying to her, since she always felt like she was a piece of livestock being judged at a county fair. She did not want to think about what that might portend.

  “On your knees, my dear,” Mistress ordered. “Here, I’ll help.” She gave Tanya a little much-needed support as Tanya slowly and awkwardly obeyed.

  “Those heels really make those gorgeous legs of yours stand out,” Mistress chuckled as Tanya settled back. “But they do make some things difficult, do they not?”

  Tanya did not reply. The bit gag would have made anything she said unintelligible anyway. She kept still as Mistress unbuckled the ankle straps and pulled the shoes off. Next, Mistress removed the bit gag, and Tanya suppressed a groan as she realized what that had to mean: They were going to use her mouth again, and she would have to submit. She had never, ever, liked sucking on a man’s cock, and until she had been taken to this terrible place she had been able to avoid it, except on rare and brief occasions. Now she had lost track of how many cocks had been in her mouth, how many had spurted their sticky, salty loads down her throat. They had given her so much practice that by now, in spite of herself, she was something of an expert at cock sucking…but Mistress had said that they would try ‘something else’ now. Tanya shuddered at the recollection, dreading whatever that something else might be.

  “There, now,” Mistress said happily as she drew Tanya’s long, blonde hair back into a ponytail. “Are you ready for your new lesson?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Tanya replied automatically. She might be physically ready for it, on her knees, bound and collared, but otherwise she was not ready for it at all. And she did not dare to say so.

  “Wonderful!” Mistress almost gushed. She stood in front of Tanya, looking down at her. Tanya did not meet her gaze, instead fixing her eyes on a spot level with Mistress’ knees.

  “Now, my dear,” Mistress began as she gently stroked Tanya’s hair. “You have become quite good at fellatio, but only in limited ways. In this lesson, we are going to…expand on your techniques. Do you understand?”

  “No, Mistress,” Tanya replied honestly.

  “Ah. Well,” Mistress shrugged. “When you have a cock in your mouth, my dear, you seem to be making slow, sensuous love to it. There’s nothing wrong with that. Men quite enjoy it, as I’m sure you have noticed.” She chuckled nastily, and Tanya gritted her teeth.

  “But now,” Mistress continued as she kept on stroking Tanya’s hair, “I want you to try something new. Very shortly, a man will join us here. You will suck his cock, but I want you to do so as if you are starving for it, almost desperate to feel him come in your mouth. You must suck hard and fast and deep, and, as always, swallow once he has come in your pretty mouth. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Tanya answered, her voice flat. Mistress squatted down and took hold of the rings through Tanya’s nipples. She twisted them just enough to make Tanya wince.

  “I do not think that you do, my dear,” Mistress hissed. “You must show hunger and enthusiasm, whether you feel them or not. Am I clear?” She twisted a little further.

  “Yes, Mistress!” Tanya wailed. God, that hurt!

  “Better,” Mistress untwisted, but kept her grip. “Now, I want you to suck so vigorously that you can feel these big, full, gorgeous tits of yours jiggling and we all can hear these cute little bells ringing. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress!” Tanya fought to keep a sob out of her voice, but did not completely succeed.

  “See?” Mistress said happily as she let go of the rings and stood back up. “It’s not so hard to understand. I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you fail, my dear.”

  “No, Mistress,” Tanya shuddered. There were a number of things that could happen to her, but since none of them were pleasant and some of them were quite painful, she didn’t want any specifics. “I will not fail.”

  A moment later, Tanya heard a door open somewhere behind her, and then Mistress greeting someone in a language she didn’t recognize, followed by a deep and gravelly male voice speaking in that same unfamiliar language. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead. She didn’t need or want to see the man any sooner than she had to. And then he came and stood in front of her. All she could see at first were massive legs encased in expensive slacks, big feet shod in expensive shoes.

  “You know what to do now, my dear,” Mistress admonished her with a light rap of the thin cane on Tanya’s ass. Tanya looked up, and her heart sank. The man was huge, well over six feet tall, and as massive as a sumo wrestler. He was also black, so dark as to almost appear blue-black. The lights in the room glistened off of his big, shaven head. He was smiling as he looked down at Tanya.

  Tanya did not smile in return. She wasn’t supposed to, and in any case she never felt like doing so. She licked her lips once, quickly…all of a sudden her mouth felt oddly dry…and spoke the piece she had been taught.

  “I am Tanya, a slave,” she said, trying to keep a quaver out of her voice. “My body is yours to use as you will.” That said, she dropped her gaze to the man’s crotch…she had also been trained to do that…and waited.

  She did not have to wait long. The man dropped his pants with such haste that she flinched. Then he slid his black underpants down as far as his knees, took his cock, already swelling in anticipation, and held it out towards Tanya.

  He smelled faintly of sweat and cheap cologne, and his heavy belly overhung his crotch so much that he actually had to lean back to give her better access to
his cock. Even so, Tanya had to tilt her head to one side as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She heard him grunt contentedly as her lips closed around the thick, blunt head, and heard him make another noise as she leaned further forward, taking him deeper into her mouth. She began sucking slowly, teasing him into full erection. For some men, just the sight of her, naked, bound and kneeling, was enough to swell their cocks instantly. Older men sometimes needed a little encouragement. It seemed that this big black man was one of those. She felt another light, warning rap on her ass from Mistress’ cane and closed her eyes with a hopeless whimper. At least, she told herself, if she did it as she’d been instructed it should be over with fairly quickly. She picked up the pace, building up to speed just quickly enough to avoid another, less gentle rap. In a very short time, she was sucking in what she hoped appeared to be desperate hunger, her head darting back and forth as her body swayed rapidly back and forth in rhythm. She felt her breasts starting to jiggle, and then she heard the first faint chiming of the little bells dangling from her nipple rings. The cock in her mouth swelled and lengthened, forcing her to stretch her jaws wider to accommodate it. She felt the man put a hand on her head. She sucked, quick and hard, whimpering and grunting with the effort.

  The head of that big, black cock kept brushing against the back of her throat, but by now her gag reflex was so weak that she was able to suppress it almost without thinking. Mistress had told her that she would be taught deep throat techniques as soon as that reflex was gone completely. To Tanya, that was just one more thing to dread. On a few occasions, she had been forced to take a cock into her mouth up to the balls, but that had always set her off in a paroxysm of coughing and gagging. Once she had even passed out from lack of air. This big black man’s cock was far too thick and far too long for her to take it in completely, but she had been taught how to concentrate her efforts on the most sensitive areas and give pleasure with her lips and tongue. Now she could feel her breasts jiggling heavily as she sucked and sucked, the little bells jingling almost continuously.

  The man groaned and came in her mouth just as she took him in as deeply as she could. Wincing, she held her position, her cheeks puckered in as she sucked as hard as she could. The hot, salty, sticky cum hit the back of her throat, mixing with her saliva as it dribbled down towards her stomach. Three, four, five times she felt those violent spurts, holding her breath until she was sure that he was emptied. Even then, she had to wait for him to pull his cock out of her mouth, and he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do that. She kept in place, her eyes shut tight, feeling faint, and then he finally pulled out of her mouth, his cock still big and heavy, but no longer as stiff and hard. Tanya gasped for air, her head tilted back and her mouth open so that the man could see his cum. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, noisily, so he could hear her. That done, she opened her mouth again for another gasp of air, so that he could see that she had indeed swallowed every disgusting drop.

  Now came the worst, the most demeaning part. Still panting for breath, Tanya leaned forward, groping for his cock with her mouth. He was no longer leaning back, and now his belly was partly in the way. Shuddering inwardly, Tanya gathered his cock into her mouth and slowly and thoroughly licked and sucked him clean. That done, she sat back on her heels and looked up at him again. There was a nasty glint in his eye and a crooked smile on his fat face.

  “Thank you, sir,” Tanya said in a small voice. Her stomach was churning, her skin was crawling, and she felt an almost overwhelming surge of revulsion. She had never liked fat men, no matter how rich or powerful they might be. In fact, she had always found them loathsome. From the look in the eye of this one, it was clear that he wanted more of her.

  Mistress said something in that unfamiliar language and the big black man replied without taking his eyes off of Tanya’s naked body. Then he pulled up his pants, grinned at her one last time, and left.

  Tanya felt like throwing up, but she could tell that Mistress was still in the room with her, so she gritted her teeth even as bitter juices welled up in her throat, threatening to overcome her.

  “You did very, very well, my dear,” Mistress purred as she stroked Tanya’s shoulders with the thin cane. “Why, even I almost believed that you were starving for a mouthful of cum.”

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Tanya said. She did not look up.

  “I think you’ve earned a little treat after learning your lesson so well,” Mistress went on. “Yes, indeed. I will let you rest here for a little while, and then you will be taken for a nice, long bath. Would you like that, my dear?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Tanya nodded weakly. “Very much.”

  “Good,” Mistress stroked Tanya’s hair with her hand. “Rest now. I must go and see to our guests.”

  She was actually left alone for far longer than she’d expected, and since she hadn’t been told that she could move around, Tanya stayed on her knees. As her nausea finally subsided, even though the taste was still in her mouth, she was able to notice the twinges creeping back into her calves and thighs. She heard the door open behind her again. Mistress had said that she could have a nice, long bath, and she was looking forward to it. There was little in this place that she could say that about. Then she heard the babble of familiar voices in a tongue she could not understand, and her heart sank. Mistress had sent the two dwarves to get her. A moment later she felt their nasty hands on her. They seemed to giggle as they removed the bells from her nipple rings and the harness from her body. They always touched her much more than was necessary when they tended to her, and kept chattering back and forth to each other as they did it. She endured as they freed her, endured it as one of them pressed his body against her breasts while he helped his compatriot remove her collar, endured it as he stayed there to ‘help’ as his compatriot put a choke-chain collar around her neck.

  They always smelled of sweat and garlic and dirt. They pushed and pulled Tanya onto her hands and knees. Then one of them held her tightly by her leash while the other squatted down alongside her and gripped her breasts with his hands. Tanya stared straight ahead, trying to show no expression as the vile little creature pretended to milk her for a moment. It was something that they almost always did, and whether or not she let them see how much she hated it, they always seemed to find it vastly amusing.

  She knew what would follow. They would lead her, crawling, to the baths, and make her stay on her hands and knees while they washed her down with warm, soapy water and brushes that were never soft enough. Then they would rinse her thoroughly and give her a little fruit juice to drink before letting her crawl into the big, shallow tub where she would be allowed to soak in relative peace for as long as her captors would let her.Chapter Thirteen

  “Oh, don’t you look just perfect!” Mistress gushed as she finished making a coronet out of Tanya’s braided hair. Tanya, kneeling obediently on the soft cushion that had been provided, said nothing. She had been bathed, anointed with scented oils, and meticulously groomed by Mistress. The whole experience had been so pleasant that she knew something especially terrible was coming.

  For the moment, she was unbound and uncollared, but she knew that it couldn’t last. The rings were still through her nipples and her labia, demeaning and degrading her and two big, broad-shouldered men in dark suits stood nearby, waiting. She couldn’t see their eyes because of the identical dark glasses that they wore, but she knew that they were looking her over very carefully, judging her body and her face as if she was a piece of obedient livestock, which was what all of her time and torments here had turned her into. In her worst moments, alone in the dark as she waited for the next act, she sometimes thought of suicide. But there had never been an opportunity to kill herself quickly, cleanly and relatively painlessly, and she always shrank back from any slow, messy, painful possibilities. There was still a hope, vanishingly faint and fading further with every moment, that the authorities were looking for her and Cicely. It was all that she had left. In the meantime, she
endured.

  “Raise your chin, dear,” Mistress said mildly. Tanya obeyed as promptly as if it had been a shouted command. She felt Mistress fastening another collar around her neck. This one felt different, more rigid and somehow softer than the usual leather dog collars that they made her wear. It was just one more thing that worried her.

  “Very nice!” Mistress commented as she clipped a chain leash to Tanya’s collar. She gave it a light tug. “This way now, dear.”

  Tanya got on her hands and knees and crawled along after Mistress. The two men fell in behind them. Tanya could almost feel them looking at her freshly-shaven pussy.

  They passed through a door and then went along a corridor Tanya couldn’t recall seeing before. It was wide, beige and unremarkable. The carpeting was a dark burgundy color, and well-padded, very easy on her knees: Another cause for worry.

  There was a metal door at the end of the hallway. Mistress swiped a key card through the electronic lock, and the door swung open wide. Mistress led Tanya through it.

  The light in the next room was so bright that Tanya had to blink a couple of times before her eyes could adjust. The room was large, more like a small auditorium than anything else. They seemed to be on a small, raised platform at one end of it. The rest of the room was taken up by a small crowd of well-dressed men and women seated on folding chairs. Tanya hesitated. Mistress gave the leash a sharp yank, and she followed Mistress as she led her across the stage, made her turn completely around twice so that the audience could see all of Tanya’s naked body, and then led her back to the middle of the stage, facing the audience. Tanya kept her head down, but she could hear murmurs from the crowd.

  “This is one of our star attractions,” Mistress announced. She gave Tanya’s leash a quick jerk. “Stand up, dear,” she ordered in a stage whisper.

  Tanya obediently rose to her feet, not looking at the sea of avid faces drinking in her physical beauty. For all the sexual abuse she’d been forced to endure, they had also kept a close watch on her, controlling her diet and making her exercise regularly under the watchful eye of a small, dusky-skinned and merciless woman. Those exercise sessions were the only times that Tanya had seen more than one other naked woman here, since the classes always had four women. The instructress carried a taser to enforce discipline. Tanya had only seen her use it once, and it had been enough for her to be very docile and obedient for every session thereafter. As a result, she knew that she was in the best shape that she’d ever been in her life, toned, limber and stunning.