Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  “Display pose number one, dear,” Mistress ordered quietly. Tanya shifted her feet apart, raised her hands and clasped them together behind her head, arching her back slightly. She had been made to practice a number of poses in front of a set of mirrors until she could strike any one of them to Mistress’ satisfaction. This one gave an unobstructed view of her pussy and put her breasts prominently on display. There was a loud murmur from the crowd. Tanya fixed her gaze on the ceiling. She could feel all those eyes on her, but she didn’t want to see them if she didn’t have to.

  “This subject is called ‘Tanya’,” Mistress said to the audience. “She is American, twenty-four years old, and, as you can all see, quite tall and lovely. You can read all of her vital statistics in the handouts you have been given on page nine. Tanya has been trained quite thoroughly in straight, oral and anal techniques, with special attention paid to oral.”

  An older woman in the audience raised her hand. Mistress pointed at her and nodded.

  “Has she been trained to please women, or only men?” the woman asked.

  “Well,” Mistress smiled, “I should tell you that in her former life, Tanya lived by using her looks and body to extract money and presents from men, so we thought it best to get her used to pleasing them for a change. But I can assure you that she has at least a smattering of education on pleasing a woman.”

  The crowd laughed mildly at that, and Tanya felt her cheeks burning in shame. What Mistress had said was true, because every so often she had been made to bring Mistress to orgasm, using only her mouth and tongue. By now, she knew very well what Mistress tasted like, smelled like, and sounded like when she came.

  “Any more questions?” Mistress asked. A man raised his hand, and she acknowledged him.

  “Are those real?” he asked loudly. Tanya knew without looking that he was pointing at her breasts.

  “Show the man, dear,” Mistress murmured sweetly into Tanya’s ear. Tanya gritted her teeth and wriggled her torso, making her breasts jiggle heavily.

  “Does that answer your question?” Mistress asked. The audience laughed again.

  “Any more questions?” Mistress asked again. “No? Well, Tanya will be available for closer inspection in Room Nine after these proceedings are concluded.” She yanked lightly on Tanya’s leash.

  “Put your hands behind you, dear, and walk proudly,” she ordered. There was an unmistakable ‘or else’ attached to the command. Tanya brought her arms down and crossed her wrists behind her. Mistress led her away. The two dark-suited men did not follow.

  Room Nine was a terrible place, windowless and featureless except for a lone door. There was a heavy table in the middle of that room, and Tanya was placed on it, on all fours, her wrists and ankles now secured in wide leather cuffs that were secured to the table by short, heavy chains. There were also cuffs around her thighs, just above her knees, and also chained to the table, so that her legs were spread. Mistress had further attached Tanya’s leash to something overhead, so that Tanya had to keep her head up, posed like a woman awaiting penetration at any moment, in her pussy, her mouth, or her ass. Thus tethered, she awaited whatever came next.

  She did not have to wait long. Very soon two men came into the room, one middle-aged, the other much younger. They spoke with Mistress in low tones for a moment and then came over to Tanya. She tried not to look at them as they walked around and around her table, sizing her up. The older man reached under her to test the weight and firmness of her breasts, and then invited the younger man to do the same. They spoke in German, which Tanya could recognize, but not understand. She tried to keep still as she felt one of them spreading her pussy lips and then thrusting a finger up inside of her. She couldn’t keep from making a small noise of complaint as the probing got a little rough. Then she felt someone tugging at the rings in her labia, hard enough to make her whimper, and a finger brushing lightly against her clit. She couldn’t help shuddering at that.

  The men then spent some time feeling up her ass and legs. From the tones of their voices, they liked what they felt. One of them smacked each of her ass cheeks once, not too hard. Finally, they came around in front of her, stripping off the surgical gloves they must have put on to inspect her pussy. They made her open her mouth for them, and shone a small flashlight in to see the state of her teeth. Apparently satisfied, they spent a few moments stroking her here and there and feeling up her tits again. Tanya endured it all as best she could. She dared not object or balk with Mistress there watching.

  The two Germans left, and an older woman entered. She looked like some grande dame of the aristocracy from the way she dressed and carried herself. Her hair was iron gray, and done up in a severe bun. She regarded Tanya intently for a moment before moving in to handle and fondle Tanya’s body.

  “She seems quite fit,” the woman observed after some squeezes and pinches. “And those lovely tits are certainly real.” She spoke with a clipped British accent. “But was it really necessary to put rings on her?”

  “We thought so,” Mistress answered. “Personally, I think she looks quite fetching with them.”

  “Well, at least she doesn’t have any ghastly tattoos,” the woman commented as she squeezed Tanya’s thigh. “What do the Americans call them when a woman has one on her back? Tramp stamps, I think.”

  “Yes, that’s quite right,” Mistress said. “Some men find them attractive.”

  “When they’re hunting for a potential bedmate, I suppose,” the woman sniffed. “But there’s nothing potential about a female slave, is there?” She began inspecting Tanya’s hair more closely.

  “This is her natural hair color?” she asked after a moment.

  “Oh, yes,” Mistress responded. “It’s really quite an attractive blonde shade, isn’t it? She didn’t have to dye it platinum.”

  “Vanity,” the woman sniffed. “You’re just letting it grow out?”

  “Yes, of course. It seemed simplest and best.”

  “I agree,” the woman nodded. “I think she will still look quite stunning once it’s grown out further. You say she was a gold-digger?”

  “Yes, that’s right,” Mistress replied. “She was quite good at it, practically a professional mistress. She was much sought after.”

  “I shouldn’t be surprised, with that body,” the woman almost chuckled. “Beautifully shaped and toned legs. Quite long legs, too. Let’s have a look at her business end now, shall we?”

  They moved around behind Tanya, who could do nothing but hold her pose. She hoped that there wouldn’t be too many people coming in to inspect her.

  “Ah, yes,” she heard the woman say. “Quite an attractive view. You say she has been trained for anal sex?”

  “Yes,” Mistress answered, “But not, shall we say, excessively. She can take a cock up her nethers quite well, but it’s still a tight fit, I’m told.” Tanya heard the woman laugh. It was an unpleasant sound.

  “I’m sure that she hates that.”

  “It’s not our job to make them like it,” Mistress said. “Just to be sure that they know how to submit.”

  “Yes, well…” the woman said. “I’m not sure I like these rings either.” Tanya felt her flick at the rings through her labia, and flinched.

  “All of the rings are easily removable,” Mistress reassured her.

  “Is she pierced anywhere else?”

  “No.”

  “Very well,” the woman said after a moment. “I’d very much like to see your complete file on this one.”

  “Of course.”

  They came back in front of Tanya and the woman spent some time studying Tanya’s face. “Quite attractive,” she said after a moment. “Quite attractive indeed. Thank you.” Then she was gone, and a trio of Asian men entered.

  Tanya endured it. There was nothing else she could do. She had always loved putting herself on display before, dressed just provocatively enough to get men to wondering what she looked like under those expensive dresses and lingerie. Now, other peo
ple were putting her on display, naked for all to see, and she did not like it at all. The Asians looked her over carefully, touching whatever part of her body they wanted, however they wanted, whenever they wanted. Then they also left, to be replaced by two very tall and very muscular black men in Italian suits. They spoke English with a lilting accent.

  “Beautiful bitch,” one of them commented after he surveyed Tanya’s body. He smacked her ass lightly and kept his hand on her, slowly caressing her ass. Tanya shuddered. All any of them cared about were her looks and her body. She was sure that that was all any of the men she’d been a mistress to had cared about. When she was free, she didn’t mind it. Now it was something horrible and demeaning, reducing her to the level of a pet…or a slave. She felt hands stroking her and felt like throwing up. She could already taste bile at the back of her throat.

  “She is trained for oral?” the man asked. “How well?”

  “Not completely,” Mistress replied. “She had an excessive gag reflex at the start, so we had to concentrate on reducing it first. Given a little more time, we’d hoped to train her in deep throat techniques.”

  “I see,” the man nodded. He bent down to peer into Tanya’s eyes. Tanya had to look away. “And how docile is she?”

  “Oh, she’s quite obedient now,” Mistress said. “At first, we had to apply a certain amount of discipline. I’m sure that you know what I mean.”

  “I certainly do,” the man smiled at Tanya. He had a deep, almost gravelly voice that she might have found attractive once. “So she obeys now even though she clearly does not enjoy any of this.” He gripped Tanya’s chin in his hand and made her look at him. “I like that,” he went on. “There is nothing better than looking into the eyes of a beautiful bitch as you come in her pretty mouth and seeing how much she hates it.” He squeezed Tanya’s chin, letting her know how much strength there was in his hand, slowly applying more pressure until Tanya whimpered in pain. She could feel his companion behind her, spreading her pussy.

  “And she is trained for anal as well?” the man holding Tanya’s chin asked as he kept staring into her eyes. Tanya whimpered again, more in fear than in pain now.

  “Oh, yes,” Mistress replied. “She does not like that either.”

  The man laughed, a deep, booming laugh as he let go of Tanya and straightened up. “What she likes or does not like is no longer a concern, is it?” he turned to Mistress. “I assume that you have some videos of her training?”

  “We can certainly make them available for you to view,” Mistress answered. “We also have some videos of her being forced to orgasm. She is quite vocal when she comes.”

  “I would like to see those also,” the man said as he turned back to Tanya. “A very beautiful bitch indeed,” he said. “A bit older than I usually prefer, but quite attractive.”

  Then he and his companion left, and someone else entered, and Tanya’s ordeal went on.

  ***

  “How do you think it went?” Grigori asked as he swirled his brandy around in its snifter.

  “Oh, I think it went very well,” Mistress smiled. She lounged back in her armchair. “Our little Tanya was quite well behaved throughout it all, even though she clearly understood that she was going to be auctioned off soon.”

  “Fear is a wonderful motivator,” Grigori chuckled. “She will force herself to endure almost anything now, lest she be subjected to even worse abuse. I think I will miss her a little when she is gone. She has become quite adept with her mouth.”

  Mistress’ smile grew crooked. “Yes, she has indeed,” she nodded. “Her friend Cicely tries very hard to please, but she is not as talented. I would like to keep her for a little while longer.”

  “As you wish,” Grigori said. “Now, has our acquaintance tried to get in on the auction?”

  “Yes, he has,” Mistress replied. “I’m still quite angry at him for the way he mistreated poor Cicely.”

  “Since we have not seen or heard from him directly, I assume that he has sent a proxy to bid for Tanya?”

  “Yes, he has,” Mistress nodded. “He made some attempts to conceal his involvement, but his lust for that blonde caused him to be careless. We know who his proxy bidder is. Would you believe that he sent his own private secretary?”

  “That man is obsessed,” Grigori frowned. “I am sure that he would pay dearly for the object of his obsession, but I doubt that she would last more than a week in his hands. This secretary…is she a woman?”

  “Yes, indeed,” Mistress smiled nastily. “Quite attractive, too: Early thirties, a little above average height, long, dark hair, slender…”

  “We did warn him,” Grigori sighed. “Now I suppose we must make ourselves more clear.”

  “I do hope that you mean what I think you mean,” Mistress sat up and leaned forward, her expression eager.

  Grigori smiled at her. “I will leave her entirely in your hands, my dear,” he said. “I am sure that his private secretary must know many things about our acquaintance’s business dealings. I trust that you will be able to persuade her to tell us each and every one of them.” He took a sip of his brandy. “And all is ready for the auction tomorrow?”

  “Oh, yes,” Mistress purred. “Quite ready.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Come now, dear, you’re up.” Mistress pulled gently on the leash. Tanya dared not resist, and not simply for fear of punishment. She could barely keep her balance as it was. Her arms were gathered behind her in a soft leather casing that Mistress had called a ‘monoglove’. It pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts up and out, putting them on display. Aside from that and the simple leather collar, she was naked…except for those uncomfortable and precarious high stiletto heels strapped around her ankles. All of the practice Mistress had forced on her at least paid off now. She glided along behind Mistress as she’d been trained, out of the wings and onto the stage. There were no bells dangling from her ears or nipples to chime if she made a misstep. In fact, the rings through her nipples and labia had been removed, apparently just for this event. Mistress led her to center stage and made her turn to face the audience, widening her stance just enough to give them all a clear view of her freshly-shaven pussy. She heard the murmurs go up from the crowd and forced herself to look above and beyond them. She knew all too well what was going to happen now. She was going to be sold at auction. She would be a slave.

  No, that wasn’t quite right. She had been a slave ever since they had brought her here, raw and untrained. Now, trained and conditioned, she would pass into the hands of a new master or…she shuddered…mistress. She had no say in any of it. All she could do was hope that she would be sold to someone who would not mistreat her too badly.

  “I know you’ve been waiting for this,” Mistress said to the crowd. She was standing in front of Tanya and off to one side, still holding the end of the leash. Tanya could not see her face, but she knew that Mistress was smiling. “Our next item is the lovely Tanya. Bidding will begin at…”

  Tanya closed her eyes and fought to remain silent. She wanted to fight, she wanted to scream, she wanted to run, and she couldn’t, or didn’t dare, do any of those things. The man who ran this place frightened her, with his cold, measuring gaze and measured brutality, but Mistress, she had come to learn, was even more calculatingly and mercilessly cruel. Ruining the proceedings by misbehaving would earn Tanya nothing but incredible torment.

  She heard the bidding escalating, heard both men’s and women’s voices calling out some new and higher amount that they would pay to own her. Gradually, some of the voices faded out, until she could only identify three voices: Two men and one woman. She thought that the woman was the one who had disliked her piercings. Then one of the two men dropped out and the bidding slowed. It did not stop, however, and the total kept creeping higher and higher until Tanya desperately wished that it would all be over soon. The suspense was agonizing to her, but not as agonizing as the strain the stiletto heels were putting on her legs. If
she could at least move around it would not have been quite so bad, but she had to remain perfectly still until it was all over. More than once she had heard the auctioneer, standing behind a podium at one end of the stage, say: “Going once…going twice…” only to have yet one more last-second bid for her go in and start the process all over again.

  And now she heard it again. “Going once…” then a long pause. “Going twice…” followed by an even longer pause. Tanya gritted her teeth.

  “Sold!” She heard the gavel bang down and an immediate uproar from the crowd.

  “Oh, my dear, you did so very well!” Mistress gushed as she turned back towards Tanya. “So very, very well! I’m so proud of you! Come, now, let’s get you ready for your new owner.” She pulled on the leash. Finally moving again, after so much time standing uncomfortably, painfully still, hurt. Tanya groaned weakly as she followed after Mistress offstage. Whatever future debasement awaited her, at least this particular torture would be over soon. She managed to glide gracefully along after Mistress until they were offstage and out of view, and then the cramps in her legs finally took over and she began to limp and stagger a little.

  “That’s all right, dear,” Mistress smiled back at her over her shoulder. “Only a little ways to go now. Oh, I shall miss you!”

  Tanya said nothing. She was too intent on keeping her balance now. And it wasn’t a little ways to go. It was down along another long, dimly-lit corridor, one she hadn’t seen before, that seemed to slope downwards. The walls changed from beige-painted cinderblock to rough-hewn stone, but at least the floor remained flat and carpeted. By now, Tanya was too physically exhausted to think about what had just happened or what was going to happen next.