Tanya

by S. J. Lewis

  Livia smiled at Willa, who was watching the scene in obvious horror. Really, she would have to give Cicely some special treat after this. The girl’s acting was spot-on.

  “There is an antidote,” Livia said to Willa. With that, two more men entered the room, pushed past Willa and her escorts and dragged Cicely, still writhing and screaming, out of the room. They shut the door behind them.

  “W…why did you show me that?” Willa asked, her voice shaky.

  “Well, my dear,” Livia replied. “We have many, many methods of persuasion here, but most of them take considerable time. We don’t really have any time to waste, since we’ll be sending you back to your employer in a day or two.”

  “I…don’t understand.” Willa shook her head.

  “Let me make it clearer to you then,” Livia said. She stirred the contents of the pail with the implement. “You have a choice. You can cooperate with us, and do what we tell you to, or you can experience what that poor girl just experienced, and then do what we tell you to. Is that clear enough?”

  “You wouldn’t.” Even in the usual dim lighting in these rooms, Willa looked fish-belly pale.

  “Oh, I would,” Livia smiled wickedly. “In fact, I’d love to. I’d love to see you squirming and screaming and begging for me to make it stop. But,” she sighed, “As I said, we only have so much time. So, what will it be, my dear?”

  “What do you want?” Willa asked.

  “Let her go, men,” Livia ordered. The men released Willa’s arms, but stayed nearby.

  “Now,” Livia eyed Willa. “Take off your clothes.” She lifted the implement out of the bucket and watched intently as the fluid slowly dripped off of it and back into the bucket.

  If Willa had any thoughts of hesitating or stalling, that gesture convinced her not to try. She began to strip, hastily and clumsily, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. As she shed her business suit she began whimpering. By the time she was down to her simple white bra and panties she was visibly shaking and audibly sobbing.

  “Please, my dear,” Livia frowned. “Those histrionics are completely unnecessary.”

  “What are you going to do to me?” Willa demanded as she unhooked her bra and clutched it close to her breasts.

  “Telling you would spoil the surprise,” Livia replied. “Now, do hurry or I’ll have to reconsider.”

  Willa dropped her bra and quickly shucked off her panties. She stood there, looking at Livia, one arm across her breasts, her hand covering her loins, as the two men quickly gathered up her clothes and tossed them into a corner. Livia savored the moment. It was surprising how little it took sometimes to bring a woman down to the level of a captive animal.

  “Tie her,” Livia ordered. Willa made one high-pitched sound of surprise and shock as her wrists were grabbed and roughly pulled behind her. She did not try to struggle as she was bound with coarse rope, but she could not keep herself from shaking and whimpering.

  “Don’t hurt me,” Willa begged as she was forced to her knees. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

  “What did I just tell you about histrionics?” Livia asked sharply. “From now on, you’ll keep quiet and do as you’re told. Do you understand?” Willa flinched at the words as if she’d just been struck with a lash.

  “I understand,” she sobbed.

  “’I understand, Mistress.’” Livia corrected her.

  “I understand, Mistress!” Willa wailed.

  “See?” Livia said pleasantly. “It’s not so hard, is it? Now,” she looked up at the men. “I believe you go first.” She pointed.

  Willa felt big, hard hands forcing her to bend over forwards, pushing her head down until it was resting on the same cold, hard stones that were punishing her knees. She shut her eyes tightly. Then she felt those same hands pushing her thighs apart. She had to grit her teeth to keep from begging for them to please, please, please not do this, but no matter how tightly her jaws were clenched she couldn’t keep from whimpering. She felt a hand rubbing something cool and slippery on her pussy, and then fingers working the same stuff up into her. She steeled herself for the same terrible pains that had overcome that poor, whip-marked woman, but it never came. Instead, she felt a cock, big and hard, being forced into her, deeper and deeper, as hard hands held her still.

  Livia watched intently as Otto, the big, black guard, began fucking Willa vigorously from behind. She loved to hear the woman whimpering and whining as she was being taken, took note of how Willa’s bound hands were clenched into tight fists. Otto was very good at all of the different tasks he was called upon to perform. He was especially good at this. As his powerful pelvic thrusts grew quicker and harder, the noises that Willa kept making grew louder and more high-pitched. Every so often, he would give Willa’s upturned ass a hard, one-handed smack, making her yelp, without breaking his rhythm. Livia especially loved it when he did that.

  Willa suddenly felt her assailant stop moving, his cock buried deep inside of her, his hands still gripping her tightly. She heard him groaning, deeply and loudly, and knew that he had just come. She moaned, not in pleasure but in utter misery. He kept still for a moment after he was done, then slapped her ass hard once more before he pulled out. Almost immediately, Willa felt the other man move in behind her, gripping her just as tightly as the first one had, and shoving his cock up into her pussy. Now she couldn’t help wailing loudly, and she kept wailing the whole time he was fucking her. She didn’t deserve this! She didn’t deserve this!

  Livia walked slowly around the two as Marcus took his turn at Willa. It was really a shame. Willa was a quite attractive woman, and she kept herself in very good shape. Had she only been seven or eight years younger, she would be a prime prospect to keep and train as merchandise. Oh, well. On the other hand, it was interesting to see how a mature woman dealt with the situation she found herself in. Willa was in for a very long night.

  Marcus finished using Willa with a long, grinding groan, slapped her ass as Otto had and stood. Willa stayed as she was, the side of her head pressed against the flagstones, her hips still raised, rendering her available. She was trembling visibly, and gasping and panting as if she’d just run a long way.

  “Oh, it wasn’t all that bad,” Livia chided. “In fact, once or twice it seemed as if you were beginning to enjoy it. Were you?”

  “No, Mistress,” Willa gasped weakly.

  “Oh. Too bad,” Livia smirked. “But the night is young, and we have so much more to offer you. Tell me, my dear, have you ever sucked cock?”

  “What?” Willa panted. She corrected herself immediately. “What, Mistress?”

  “Well, done,” Livia stooped to stroke Willa’s hair gently. “You know perfectly well what I mean, you bitch. Have you ever taken a thick, throbbing cock between your lips and used your mouth to give a man pleasure?”

  “Uh…uh…” Willa puffed. “Yes, Mistress,” she finally admitted.

  “I rather thought so,” Livia said as she continued to stroke the other woman’s hair. It was quite soft and fine. “You know,” she continued, “You have a lovely body, my dear. It’s a shame that I can’t keep you here for a longer time than I am permitted. There is so much I could teach you. I’m told that some women enjoy feelings of helplessness. Do you?”

  “No, Mistress.” Willa seemed to be recovering her breath.

  “Well, it’s no matter now,” Livia shrugged. She took a fistful of Willa’s hair and used the grip to pull the woman up into a kneeling position. “In a very little while,” she said, her face inches from Willa’s, “Some men will be coming in here to join us. I imagine that your pussy is a little sore now, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Willa replied without looking at her.

  “Then I have good news!” Livia beamed. “As long as you can suck cock, there’s no need for you to get fucked again for a while.” She gave Willa’s head a rough shake. “Do you understand?”

  Willa squeezed her eyes shut tight. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “Yes, Mistress,”
she replied.

  “Oh, I almost forgot!” Livia exclaimed. “You must swallow as well. You can do that, can’t you?”

  Willa opened her eyes and looked at Livia. Her mouth sagged open. “What?” she asked. Livia slapped her smartly, snapping her head around.

  “I suppose you’ve never swallowed before,” Livia said, her voice dripping with sympathy now. “But now you must. It can’t be helped. Or would you rather be fucked raw, until they have to use your ass?” She patted Willa’s rump almost gently.

  “No…please, Mistress,” Willa moaned miserably.

  “Oh, it’s not up to me, my dear,” Livia. “Not that I would change a thing if I could. Now, make yourself ready. They’ll be coming in soon.”

  When Grigori entered the room, he saw Livia standing close by the kneeling Willa, keeping the woman’s head upright by her hair. When Willa saw him, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, obviously loathing what was about to happen. Livia could be very, very persuasive. He stepped up in front of Willa and unzipped his pants. Willa remained still. He drew his cock out and brushed the head of it across Willa’s lips. She moaned. It was a most unhappy moan. Even after all these years, it could excite him greatly to be the first to make a captive woman suck. Their reactions when he came in their mouths varied, but not by much. He took his cock, already hard, in his hand and guided it into Willa’s open mouth. She recoiled minutely when she first felt it on her tongue, but Livia tightened her grip on her hair. After a moment, Willa made a tiny, despairing noise. She closed her lips around the shaft and began to suck, slowly, hesitantly and clumsily, unwilling to take him in very far and far too fearful to try to spit him out. He left her to her own devices for a little while, keeping his eyes on her face. Yes, she definitely hated this, and that was arousing, but she also seemed not to be very good at it, which was not. He took her head between his hands. She gave a startled, muffled squeak and her eyes flew open, looking up at him. He saw the shock in her eyes as she recognized him.

  “Hold still,” he smiled down at her. She made that squeaking noise again, and he began to fuck her mouth. She squealed, she squirmed and she struggled, but never quite hard enough to get his cock out of her mouth. He enjoyed all of that immensely. Knowing that he was only the first of three men who would use her mouth was also enjoyable. She was sloppy, drooling around his cock as he pumped her, pleading with her eyes. Perhaps if he let go of her head now she would try to do a better job on her own. But it was too late for that now. He was enjoying the power he had over her, and he kept thrusting away, careful not to hit the back of her mouth. He was sure that she would gag, and possibly vomit if he did that.

  Willa twisted and squirmed in his grasp, but her head might as well have been clamped in a vise for all the good it did. Then the woman who had been overseeing her debasement knelt down behind her, reached around, and began fondling her breasts, teasing and tweaking her nipples. Worst of all, she was laughing softly as she did so.

  Grigori gave her no warning that he was about to come. She had closed her eyes again, and her struggles had diminished to muffled, nasal sounds of complaint. Then he came in her mouth, strongly. She squealed, a high-pitched, angry noise, and her face reddened. He held her in place until he was emptied, and for some time after that, enjoying her expression. When he pulled his cock out, she looked up at him again, breathing noisily through her nose, her mouth still open. A trickle of semen trailed down her chin and dripped onto her thigh.

  “Swallow it, bitch,” he ordered angrily. She closed her mouth, but couldn’t quite bring herself to swallow.“Do as he says, my dear, or I’ll do to you what I did to that poor girl,” Livia said in a calm, quiet voice that seemed to terrify Willa. Her throat worked once or twice, and then Grigori heard her swallow.

  “Open your mouth,” he said. “Let me see.” Willa obediently opened her mouth wide. There was no doubt that she had indeed swallowed it all. “Good girl,” Grigori smiled and ruffled her hair. “Now, lick my cock clean, and be quick. The others are waiting their turn.”

  Willa shut her eyes and moaned despairingly, but she obeyed.Chapter Sixteen

  “Wake up, you lazy bitch.”

  Tanya murmured, still nearly half asleep, and stirred in the bed. It was wonderfully comfortable and warm and soft, and surely there was nothing that she had to get up for so early in the morning, was there?

  “I said, get up!” Someone slapped her across her face. Tanya came back to full wakefulness in an instant. Everything came flooding back to her in that instant, and she hated whoever had dragged her out of her comforting dreams back into the nightmare that she was actually living. In spite of that, her training and conditioning was too strong to be overcome. She slowly threw back the bedcovers and slowly got up onto her spread knees, putting her arms behind her. She knew that she had been drugged during her transport. It felt as if those drugs hadn’t completely worn off yet.

  “Well,” the woman who had wakened her nodded. “That’s much better. Your new owner will be coming to see you soon. We must get you ready for him. Hold still, now.”

  Tanya kept still as the woman undid the braided coronet that her hair had been done up in by Mistress…how long ago? In a little while her hair fell loose and fine about her shoulders. When she dared, Tanya took quick glances at the woman attending her. She was the same one who had taken her in hand after the auction. She had the same aristocratic manner, the same iron-gray hair. But her hair was loose now, not worn in that severe bun, and she had put off her tailored business suit for heels, a thigh-high skirt, and a loose-fitting white blouse unbuttoned halfway down. At first, Tanya thought that this must be a new Mistress, but as the woman moved around her, Tanya saw that she wore around her neck the same kind of heavy, shiny chain as she did. A silver tag hung from the chain, a simple disc of metal inscribed with the number ‘1’. The woman didn’t seem to be as old as her gray hair would suggest. If she had to guess, Tanya would have said that she was in her mid-thirties. So perhaps she was merely the chief slave here?

  The woman gave Tanya’s hair a final fluffing and stepped back to survey her handiwork. She didn’t seem to care for Tanya at all.

  “I suppose that will do,” she said at last. “Now, bitch, get out of that bed and kneel over here.” She pointed to a thin cushion some little distance from the bed. Tanya obeyed. Once again her training took over, and she crawled out of the low bed and across the floor to the pad. Once there, she resumed the same pose she had taken in the bed. On the way, she risked a look to see if a numbered tag hung from her own neck chain. She didn’t see one. She had no idea what that might mean.

  “Don’t move,” the woman ordered as she produced a set of handcuffs. Tanya fought back a weary sigh. She had been bound or chained or shackled so many times now that it was familiar, even though she hated it. She let the woman cuff her hands behind her.

  “Now,” the woman said as she stood in front of Tanya. “When your new owner arrives you will remain still and silent. You will speak only if asked a direct question, and you will do whatever he requires of you. You will address him as ‘Master’ and myself as ‘Lady’. Is that quite clear?”

  “Yes, Lady,” Tanya replied almost wearily. This, too, was familiar. She had a good idea of what to expect in the immediate future.

  She knelt patiently on the cushion, waiting. Lady apparently did not handle waiting well. She paced the room restlessly, keeping an eye on Tanya the whole time, as if expecting or hoping for some breach of behavior that she could punish. It was not very long before a man entered the room. Tanya kept her gaze straight ahead, but as the man came towards her she was able to size him up. He was neither white nor black. His skin had a bronze tone to it. He was tall, and broad-shouldered. He looked as if he might have been an athlete once, but that would have been a long time ago. Now he was old, and fat, and getting wrinkled even as his hair, still black, was receding. He walked slowly around Tanya, drinking her in with avid, hungry eyes.

  “She is even bet
ter looking in person,” he said from behind Tanya. His voice had a Latin accent. She kept still. “I see that her rings have been removed,” he said after a moment.

  “Yes, Master,” Lady replied. “But the piercings are still there.”

  “Excellent,” Master said. “You will, of course, make certain that they are maintained.”

  “Of course, Master.”

  He squatted down in front of Tanya and fondled her breasts. Up close, he smelled faintly of sweat and cologne. Tanya permitted herself a tiny tremor at his touch. She bent her head so that she was looking down. He was so close to her that it was the only way she could avoid eye contact, and she had been trained not to look directly at anyone unless she had been ordered to.

  “These are magnificent,” he said as he squeezed and caressed. “I know that you assured me that they were real, but I wanted to see for myself.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He gave Tanya’s breasts one last possessive squeeze and stood back up.

  “Now, you lovely blonde bitch,” he said, his voice suddenly full of menace. “Show me how well you have been trained.” A moment later, Tanya saw his pants come down and hit the floor, followed shortly by a pair of boxers. She raised her head just enough to see his cock in front of her, only half-erect, shadowed by the bulk of his overhanging belly. She opened her mouth and leaned forward to take him in. Her stomach was in knots again, but she did not dare to resist, especially not with a new master when she knew nothing of his moods or his ways. She slid her lips slowly along the throbbing shaft, closing her eyes. She went slowly at first so that she could work up enough saliva for lubrication. He even tasted faintly of garlic. She heard him sigh happily, so she kept sucking, slowly drawing him fully erect. His cock seemed no longer or thicker than average. She experimented with her lips and tongue, trying to discover what he liked. If she did not learn very quickly she could be in for a very bad time, especially at the hands of Lady.