Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  The corridor ended at a massive steel door. Mistress tapped something onto a keypad set in the wall near it and the door began to slide upward, slowly and silently.

  “I have to leave you now, dear,” Mistress smiled fondly, even wistfully, at Tanya. She put her hands to the sides of Tanya’s breasts, caressing them lightly, as she raised herself up on her toes to kiss Tanya softly. “There’s a party going on up above, and I simply must attend. Don’t worry. I’m leaving you in very skilled hands, and soon you’ll be on your way to a new life with a new owner. Isn’t that exciting?”

  Tanya merely stared at Mistress blankly. She thought that maybe she should answer, but she was beyond caring at that point, and if she had just been bought, what more could Mistress possibly do to her?

  An impossibly tall, impossibly muscled swarthy-skinned man appeared and took the end of Tanya’s leash from Mistress’ hand. Mistress gave Tanya’s ass a playful little swat before walking away. Tanya did not try to see if Mistress ever looked back.

  “You’re a nice, healthy young specimen, aren’t you?” the man said in an unmistakably American accent. He brought his hands up under Tanya’s breasts and lifted them slightly, as if testing their weight and firmness. Tanya endured it. She had no idea who this man was, but she somehow doubted that he was her new owner.

  “Real, too,” he nodded, smiling. “Very, very nice. Well, come on, little girl. I have to get you ready to travel.”

  Before Tanya quite realized what he was doing, he had hoisted her up over his shoulder, her head hanging down behind him. He slapped her ass once, hard enough for it to sting, and Tanya yelped.

  “Settle down, now,” he chuckled, patting her ass more gently. He started down the short hallway towards some double doors. Now Tanya couldn’t see where he was taking her, but did it matter anymore? He would do whatever he wanted with her no matter what.

  She heard the sound of the double doors sliding open and immediately afterwards she heard a woman complaining or pleading in a high-pitched voice. At the same time, she felt the man carrying her deftly unbuckling the ankle straps to the stiletto heels.

  “Ya! Ya! Yamate!” Tanya heard the other woman wail. She didn’t care what was causing her to do that. The man pulled the stilettos off of her feet and put her down as easily as if she weighed nothing. The floor was ceramic tiles, hard and a bit wet. Tanya groaned, trying to stay upright as the muscles in her legs screamed. She staggered, but the man kept her upright.

  “Yamate! Yamate…e…e…” the other woman sobbed, her voice still high-pitched. The man turned Tanya to face towards the source of the noise. She saw a tiny, lovely little Oriental woman, small-breasted and slim-hipped, crying and sobbing as two more men washed her down, using rags that they kept dipping into a bucket. Her feet were on the tiles, just to either side of a floor drain, but her arms were held up over her head by chains that hung down from the ceiling. The woman had prominent dark nipples, and she kept squirming and crying as the men cleaned her up.

  “You gonna give us any trouble?” the man with Tanya asked as he began freeing her from the monoglove. Now Tanya felt her arms and shoulders screaming as well as her legs.

  “No, sir,” she answered in a flat monotone. She might have seen that other woman before once or twice as they passed each other crawling along one of the hallways. But she couldn’t be sure, and she didn’t really care.

  “Good,” the man said as he slid the monoglove off of her. “A couple of you bitches decided to get all contrary once they were down here, and we’re running a little behind. You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” Tanya answered in the same flat voice. The truth was, she didn’t think she could put up a fight even if she wanted to. Her legs ached, her arms ached, even her back ached a little now that she was free to move. She found that she could keep her balance, but her arms were so weak that she couldn’t raise them more than a couple of inches. As the man removed her collar, she continued to watch as the other woman was washed down from head to toe and then rinsed off with water from another bucket. The water must have been cold, because she suddenly started jerking and shrieking again, repeating ‘yamate’ over and over between sobs. Tanya wondered absently what the word meant. She stood passively and watched the men towel the little Asian woman down briskly. By the end, she wasn’t saying anything anymore, only sobbing bitterly and hopelessly. They freed her wrists. The man with Tanya took his hand off of her shoulder…she had barely noticed that he had put it there in the first place…and led the other woman away around a corner, still sobbing miserably, hopelessly.

  “Oh, wow, look at this one,” one of the other men said to his companion. He grinned at Tanya. “Those real, babe?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” Tanya replied wearily. She shook her shoulders as she had been trained to, making her breasts jiggle. She didn’t look at either of the men as she did that. She knew all too well already how men looked at her naked body, knew all too well what they were thinking. There had been a time when she used that body to make men do what she wanted. Now she felt like it was a curse, a horrible curse that had turned her into merchandise, female flesh for sale and for use.

  “Well, let’s get started,” the man said, still grinning. “Stand over the drain, bitch.”

  Tanya tried to obey, but she found that her legs would not work properly and her arms were still useless for keeping her balance. The other man caught her before she could fall and helped her over to the designated spot.

  “Just stand still, bitch,” the first man said as he took his rag from the bucket.

  “Yes, sir,” Tanya replied. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor as the men began to wash her down. They were thorough, and not too rough. This was another thing she had become accustomed to, though she hated it as much as she hated all of the small indignities that had been heaped on her from her first moments here: Hands, unwelcome hands, all over her body, rubbing, scrubbing, fondling, invading her most intimate places at will. She endured it. She could feel the tingling in her arms and legs as feeling was restored to them, but at the same time a different sort of numbness crept over her soul, deadening her in a way that bindings never could. She only gasped weakly when the men sluiced her down with cold, chilly water. She had nothing left for any stronger response. They dried her off as thoroughly as they had washed her, and then the big, muscled, swarthy man came for her. He took her by her arm and led her away around the same corner he had led the little Oriental woman earlier. Tanya followed along tamely. She could walk safely now, though her thighs and calves still ached. He led her down a short, wide corridor and through another sliding door. As she stepped through it into the next room, in spite of her numbness, Tanya was shocked.

  It looked like a shipping room. Long, low, narrow cages made of thick, round steel bars sat on the bare cement floor. Some of the cages were occupied, each one by a naked woman lying on a thin pallet. She saw the little Oriental woman lying on her side in the nearest cage, curled up into a ball, her back to all the activity. She was no longer sobbing, but she was sniffling and whimpering. Her handler brought Tanya over to another cage, already equipped with a pallet. One end of the cage was open.

  “Get in there,” the man ordered as he let go of Tanya.

  She obeyed, but she moved slowly, still not quite sure of her control of her limbs. The cage was barely high enough for her to go on her hands and knees, not quite wide enough for her to turn around in it, and not quite long enough for her to stretch out completely. It was obvious that she was going to be transported somewhere, with the cage as her shipping container. She crawled in as she had been ordered, staying on all fours as she heard the cage door clang shut behind her. Only then did she lower herself to the pallet. It was more comfortable than she had expected, and seemed to be filled with some kind of foam or gel.

  “Ah, there you are!” Tanya turned her head just enough to see who was speaking. It was the older woman who had disapproved of Tanya’s piercings previousl
y. She looked impeccably tailored in a stylish business suit. She smiled and held out a squeeze bottle towards Tanya.

  “We’ll be on our way in a little while,” the woman said. “In the meantime, here’s a little treat for you.” She stuck the end of the built-in plastic straw between the bars.

  The liquid in the bottle looked like fruit juice. Eager for something, anything to drink other than water, Tanya put her lips to the end of the straw and sucked greedily.

  It wasn’t fruit juice. It was wine, sweet-tasting and potent. It was something she would have turned down when she was free, but it had been so long since she’d had any wine of any kind that now she didn’t care. She drank the bottle dry, even sucking on the straw afterwards to scavenge any missed drops.

  “That’s enough,” the woman said finally as she took the bottle away. “Rest, now. We want you in tip-top shape.”

  There must have been something in the wine. In a little while, Tanya felt herself drifting off to sleep, even as her cage was being put inside a wooden crate. She dimly heard the cries of the other women as they too were put into crates. The last thing she noticed before the top of her crate was nailed into place was that there were holes in the sides for light and ventilation. Then the whole world seemed to float away from her, leaving her in a warm, dark, peaceful limbo.

  She might have been in transit for days, or only hours. She had no way of knowing. Once or twice, or it might have been three times along the way she was let out of her crate and her cage to crawl around drunkenly for a while to stretch her muscles, take a little food and be made to drink some more of the sweet, strong wine. Then it was back in her cage for another leg of the trip. She vaguely recalled men’s voices around her any time she was let out, but her mind was so befuddled by whatever they were giving her that even if they’d been speaking English she wouldn’t have understood a word that they said. She didn’t need to. By now the tones of their voices told her everything there was to know about what they were thinking as they leered at her naked body.

  Then she was let out one last time. The older woman fastened a length of heavy chain around Tanya’s slender neck and clipped a chain leash to it before leading her away to a darkened room with a bed. Still groggy, still unsteady, Tanya crawled all the way there. The older woman had to help her up onto the bed, even though it was barely a foot off of the floor. Once in the bed, Tanya flopped over heavily onto her back, feeling exhausted from the effort. The woman covered her with a clean white sheet before she left the room. Already asleep, Tanya did not notice. All she knew was that the bed was clean and soft and comfortable and large enough for her to finally stretch out. It also smelled faintly of flowers. She slept, comfortable for the first time in what seemed like a terribly long time, still too deeply drugged to be aware of much beyond her sensations of ease. She was dimly aware of the weight of the chain around her neck, but after being made to wear so many different kinds of collars it actually felt strangely reassuring any time it intruded upon her foggy consciousness. She slept. She did not know for how long, but as the effects of the drug slowly wore off from time to time she would realize that this wonderful state of affairs could not last, would not last. But then her mind would drift away from those uncomfortable thoughts and she would sleep again.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Willa sat down in the lone armchair in her room and sighed. She did not like what her boss had sent her here to do, not in the least. She did not like this place either. While her quarters were pleasant and comfortable, up here on the third floor of the rambling old mansion, she herself felt neither pleasant nor comfortable. There was a reek of fear and despair about the place, welling up from the secret halls and chambers down below it, that permeated everything. Her boss had been quite explicit about what she would see and what he expected her to do anyway, no matter how she felt about it. He had even promised her a very generous bonus if she succeeded, and a somewhat less generous one if she tried and failed. After her failure today, though, she was willing to forego any bonus at all if she could only get away from here quickly and forever. But if she did flee, she was sure that there would be neither a bonus nor a job waiting for her once she got home.

  He really should have sent a man to do this, she thought. She had even told him so up front, but he had replied that she was the only one he could trust with a mission requiring such judgment and discretion. He was always parsimonious with praise. Flattered and seduced by his words and his promise of rewards, she had agreed to come here in spite of her misgivings, in spite of knowing full well that what he wanted her to do was monstrously illegal.

  Now, here she was, alone and miserable and feeling almost physically ill. There were more women held captive here than the one that her boss wanted her to buy, and she had had to make a pretense of inspecting each and every one of them. While her boss had assured her that the tall blonde was no better than an amoral gold-digger and thief, could that be true of every one of the other women? She thought of them in the dungeons and crypts far below…however clean and well-lit they might be, they were still a prison…kept naked, collared, forced to crawl along behind whoever held their leashes, forced to yield their bodies up to whoever felt like using them, and felt an urge to vomit. Shakily, she rose from her chair and went to the small bathroom to get herself a drink of water. She had just put the water glass back down in its holder when a knock came at her door, loud enough and sudden enough to make her jump.

  “Who is it?” she called out. The door opened and the woman named Livia came in, smiling, followed by two big men, one black, the other pale white. Willa stood in the doorway between bedroom and bathroom. She was suddenly dry-mouthed again, and trembling. Livia, all by herself, scared her. Livia with attendant muscle was even more intimidating.

  “We know who you really are,” Livia said as the men moved past her towards Willa. “We have known all along. Your employer was warned not to try anything of this sort, and he chose to ignore it.” She sighed, tilting her head as she looked at Willa. The two men kept advancing, slowly, their faces expressionless.

  “It’s a pity,” Livia shrugged after a moment. “But it seems that we must give him another lesson, through you, my dear.”“No,” Willa shook her head. “No, please. I didn’t want to come here, I didn’t want to do this! I’ll leave right now, if that’s what you want!”

  “I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” Livia shook her own head, almost sadly. “Tell me, are you a valued and trusted employee? Do you know many things about your employer’s less-ethical practices?”

  “What?” Willa looked at the two men, almost close enough to reach out and grab her now. For a moment she thought about darting back into the bathroom and shutting the door. But the door had no lock, and she couldn’t possibly keep those two men out if they wanted to come in. “I know some things, yes. Why?”

  “Come with us, my dear.” Livia’s smile grew predatory. “We have much to discuss then.”

  Willa let the men each take her by an arm. Livia turned and left the room. The two men pulled Willa along, following after her. She went without struggling or screaming, hoping that she would be subjected to nothing more than interrogation and knowing that she was beyond help if it came to anything else. They took her onto an elevator and rode down several stories. When the doors opened again, Willa saw the rough stone walls and flagstone flooring and knew that they were in the very bowels of this terrible place. Her stomach knotted up, but the men still gripped her tightly. She let herself be taken down the corridor and into one of the rooms that opened off of it. She was so terror-stricken now that she knew she would tell them anything that they wanted to know immediately once they started asking her. She balked once when she saw the naked young woman on her hands and knees on the cold, hard floor. Her dark hair had been hacked off short, and angry stripes and welts covered her back, her ass, and her thighs. The two men simply tightened their grips on her arms and forced her along.

  “What…what is this?” Willa asked, he
r voice constricted with fear.

  “No more than a lesson, my dear,” Livia replied. She went over to Cicely and stroked her hair as she might pet a dog. She looked up at Willa, enjoying the fear and confusion in the other woman’s eyes. Willa was a very attractive woman, if some years too old to be seriously considered as trainable merchandise and probably more intelligent than most of the females who passed through here. What followed promised to be most entertaining.

  Livia took a small bucket out from behind Cicely and placed it where Willa could see it. Smiling sweetly, she picked up the implement sitting in the bucket. It was a long, smooth wooden cylinder, tapered at one end. As she lifted it out of the bucket, a thick, white fluid dripped off of the tapered end. It looked and flowed much like white glue.

  “Now this,” Livia said to Willa, “Is my very own recipe. It’s completely natural, made from a selection of wild plants.”

  “I don’t understand…” Willa gulped.

  “Oh, you will in a moment, my dear,” Livia assured her. “You see, this substance is usually quite harmless. If you get any of it on your skin, you might feel a slight tingling, but no more than that. You could even consume a bit with no ill effects.” Her smile turned evil. “But if you apply it to certain sensitive areas…” She put her free hand on the small of Cicely’s back and the girl visibly stiffened. Moving slowly and carefully, Livia then inserted the tapered end into Cicely’s pussy, slowly working it deeper and deeper.

  Cicely began to whimper, and then to moan. As Livia slowly drew the implement out of her, she began moaning more loudly, and then to scream. Livia put the implement back into the bucket, picked up the bucket, and stepped away from Cicely. Now the girl fell over onto her side, curling up into a ball and shrieking as if she were being skinned alive.