She didn't know how long she huddled on the floor, her arms pulled tightly around her naked body. Tanya had never been more miserable. She had tried to clean off some of the jizz shot onto her hair and face but the men had stopped her. They said they liked the sight of the white cum drying against the black hair. She whimpered but did nothing more to fight them off. They were so strong, so dominant.
All she knew was that she wanted to die.
The Rolls Royce pulled to a halt and both the men got out. Lucien beckoned to her. She wondered if she should try to make a run for it or not. Again, the man read her mind.
"We're inside the grounds of Mr. Steele's mansion. The stone walls around the place are a half mile down the road. And on top of the fifteen-foot walls is ground glass. And if that's not enough to slow you down, there're electric wires, too."
She looked around in awe. Lucien wasn't lying to her about this being a mansion. The three-story house was immense. She let her gaze travel away from the house and around the grounds. She couldn't even see a stone wall for the forest surrounding the house. She guessed it might be possible to get totally lost in the woods and never stumble across the wall mentioned.
"Come along, Tanya," said Marcus gently. "I do so love that outfit you're wearing. Makes me hard just looking at that perky white ass of yours."
He pinched her ass and she yelped. But she didn't slap him. She guessed he would slap her back. And with the power locked up in those arms, he might knock her out.
She trotted along as docile as a lamb toward the house. She had to admit she was intrigued by the huge house. Never having seen such a mansion before, Tanya wanted to satisfy her curiosity before making her escape.
And she wanted to get some clothes. She shivered at the cold wind blowing across the small lawn and knew she was in for big trouble when both the men laughed at her distress.
"The least you can do is offer me your sweater," she snapped at Lucien. "I'm going to turn blue from the cold."
"You'll look good in blue-blue skin. That's the way Mr. Steele likes to keep his winnings."
"I'm not a winning," she protested. "As soon as I can sit down with Mr. Steele and talk this out, everything'll be okay. He'll give me back my clothes and let me leave."
"In a month," said Marcus. She didn't have the chance to make a quick retort. The man shoved her through the opened doors of the house. She stumbled and fell heavily, scooting across a highly polished floor. Both men scooped her up and carried her up the stairs.
"Here's going to be your home for the next month – if you don't behave."
"No!"
She cried out, trying to retreat. She fell heavily against Lucien. The man stood like a stone wall. Her frightened eyes almost refused to believe what she saw in the room. Whips hung in racks from the walls. A brazier with a branding iron heated to a dull red burned in the center of the room. Chains dangled from the ceiling, shackles just the right size for her slender wrists open at the ends. A set of stocks stood open at one side of the room.
And there were other, more terrifying items that belonged to the Spanish Inquisition, not the twentieth century.
"What is all this?" she asked feebly. She was coming to realize just how serious the spot she'd gotten herself into was.
"This is all yours – unless you cooperate."
"Wh-what do you want from me?"
"Come this way and see the other room – which might be yours if you go along with everything Mr. Steele wants." Marcus bowed from the waist and sardonically pointed the way to an adjoining room. With great fear, she went into that room.
She caught her breath again. But this time it was at the luxurious furnishings. A four-poster bed dominated the room. Velvet bedcover, soft rugs on the floors, paintings on the walls that looked old and done by master painters, tasteful sculptures on tables and every convenience a woman could want.
"This – or the other room. Which will it be?" asked Lucien.
"This!"
"I feared as much," sighed Lucien, obviously turned on by the prospect of her being chained and left in the other room.
Tanya went to a closet and flung open the door. Inside was a long row of fine dresses, designer originals, all expensive and all just the right size for her. She hastily put one on and immediately felt better. Not standing naked in front of those two men did wonders for her spirits. She even considered getting away from here.
"What's in there?" she asked, waiting for Marcus to open the door. The instant he did, she kicked him hard in the ass, sending him stumbling. She leaped over the bed and cut off Lucien. In a flash, she was in the hallway outside the room and running for her life. She slid down the banister and onto the slickly polished floor in the foyer, then opened the front door.
Standing there was a woman with brilliant red hair and a figure any model would envy. But that wasn't what Tanya noticed. Nor did she notice the skintight leather tunic and pants or the knee-high black leather boots the woman wore so stunningly.
All she saw was the cruel whip in the woman's creamy-white hand.
Tanya staggered back a step in surprise. This was all that the red-haired woman needed. The whip sang its merciless song as it curled around Tanya's legs. A quick yank and the woman fell heavily to the floor, stunned by the impact. The whip uncurled and lashed out again and again. Tanya fought to cover her face.
The leather tip of the whip sought out her skin, ripped off the dress she had so recently donned, made her cry out in pain as it licked across her soft white skin.
"Try to escape, eh?" laughed the red-haired woman. She continued to use the whip until her arm tired. She laughed again and said, "I'm Henrietta. And I do what he wants."
Tanya didn't have to ask who "he" was. She knew. It could refer only to the mysterious Mr. Steele.
"Where is he? I want to talk to him. This is fucking ridiculous!"
The whip sang again and lashed across her tender shoulders. She screamed and writhed, trying to evade the whip's second trip. Tanya failed. She felt the sharp sting of the leather go all the way down into her body.
"Don't use words like that unless you're ordered to," snapped Henrietta. "I ant to be your keeper for the month. Please me and your existence might be pain free. Maybe. But anger me and…"
She demonstrated. She used the whip marvelously well. Tanya didn't appreciate the fact, though, that Henrietta could have stripped the flesh from her bones. She only knew the wracking pain zinging along her nerves. Henrietta continued to whip her until both Lucien and Marcus came down the stairs.
"Back to the room. You know which one," said Henrietta. "I'm surprised you allowed her to escape so easily."
Marcus shrugged easily and said, "Isn't it always this way?"
"Yes," said Henrietta, speaking for Tanya's benefit. "All the young girls think they can just walk out. Mr. Steele makes a harsh bargain, but it's a fair one. They have to learn to abide by it."
"It wasn't fair!" protested Tanya, being dragged up the stairs. "I didn't know what I was getting into!"
"Liar!" shrieked Henrietta. "Mr. Steele always lets his women know. And you are calling him a liar. I'll punish you for that!"
Tanya felt the licking of the whip against her ass and back all the way up the stairs. She thought the trip would last forever. The whip stung and bit into her flesh without doing permanent damage, but she didn't have time to consider that. Mr. Steele probably didn't want his property damaged, was her only thought on the subject.
"No, not the room with the bed. The other one. The place where a slut like this belongs!"
"NO, NO!" cried out Tanya, realizing they were taking her into the torture chamber. "I'll be good. I… I'll do anything you want. Anything."
"Sorry, kiddo," said Marcus. "You had your chance and blew it. Now you have to pay for it."
"Chain her in the center of the room where I can see her," ordered Henrietta. The men pulled Tanya's arms high above her head until her tits flattened from the extreme position. She felt the harsh iron manacles close around her slender wrists. They had chained her so that she had to stay on tip-toe. Already she felt the muscles in her calves beginning to tighten and pain her.
"Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?" she demanded.
"Henrietta does nothing without my orders," came the damnable, cool, level voice she had come to dread already. Mr. Steele walked into her line of sight and just stood. He might have been studying a side of beef for all the emotion he showed.
"Let me go. I… I'll give you money. I'll do anything you want, but don't keep me here like this."
"My dear, you aren't listening. You seem an intelligent enough sort. Perhaps this will penetrate. You made a deal with me. Call me the Devil, if you will, but it is a deal nevertheless. For one month I will be able to do anything sexually to you I wish. You lost, I won. It's that simple."
"You can't have her whipping me like that. She'll kill me."
"Only if I order her to. Henrietta is most expert with the whip. Show the young lady, Henrietta."
Mr. Steele stepped back and watched with clinical detachment as the red-haired woman started landing stunningly intense blow after blow on the chained woman's shoulders. Tanya sagged down, not caring that the full weight of her body rested now on her shoulders. She tried to keep the cramps from her legs and failed. Simply dangling and allowing the impact of the whip to swing her to and fro seemed the simplest.
"Behind the knees, Henrietta," said Mr. Steele. And the whip started lashing at Tanya's knees. She was forced to put her feet back down on the cold stone floor. And this only increased the pain she felt lancing throughout her body. In a bizarre way, she had to admire Henrietta.
The woman was masterful with that whip. She landed it in the exact spot that would cause the most pain and the least physical damage. Tanya didn't have to look to know that her back was criss-crossed with dozens of red welts. Nor did she have to be a fortune teller to know that those marks weren't permanent.
But they could be.
All Mr. Steele had to do was order Henrietta to whip her a little harder, to use a slightly different angle of attack. That would lift the skin from her bones and leave her skeleton hanging from, the chains.
"Use the dildo on her," came the cold command.
"No, please, not that!" cried Tanya in horror, seeing what Henrietta had in her hand. It was the biggest, thickest rubber dildo she had ever seen. She doubted she could have gotten her hand around it. The thick pillar of rubber had been obscenely crafted to look like a man's cock, but there the differences became more than the similarities. A real cock didn't have a handgrip fashioned into one end of a two-foot length. The thick head bobbed and threatened her pussy as Henrietta moved closer with it.
"My dear, you must come to learn, to accept the inevitable," said Mr. Steele. "Continue, Henrietta, and do it properly. I don't want to become angry with you for shirking your duties."
Both fear and lust crossed the red haired woman's face. She moved closer, the obscene length of rubber pressing into Tanya's cunt lips. More pressure and the bulging head entered her. The woman knew she would go out of her skull with the pain. No man's cock could be that huge. She wasn't built to take such a thickness in her cunt.
Another inch rammed into her. She passed out. But when she came to, she felt the pain and horror even mare intensely. This wasn't some dream – nightmare – that she would wake from and find herself in her own comfortable bed. Hell, she wouldn't even find herself in the waterbed with Charlie.
Charlie was so distant from her experience now he seemed a safe harbor in a stormy life. Never had he offered her the pain she felt in her pussy. She had begged him to treat her rough, but she'd never thought being treated rough would be this agonizing.
The rubber dildo went in another inch and another and another. The farther Henrietta shoved it, the more excited she got and the farther she wanted to thrust it.
"You're tearing me up inside. Don't do ittttt!" Tanya's entire body shook. She didn't understand her reaction to this torture. Her pussy was actually slobbering out its frothy lubricants. She tried to pass it off as a self-defense mechanism. Her cunt watered to keep that rubber cock from, harming her. But she knew that wasn't the real answer.
She was getting off on being raped by that huge rubber mockery of a man's prick. She loved the pain she felt all the way up into her guts.
"Fuck her with it. Hard. Fast."
Henrietta obeyed promptly. Tanya thought her guts were going to be sucked out of her body by the retreating dildo. It filled her so full that a mighty vacuum was formed behind it. And Henrietta didn't want to pull it out of the girl's cunt slowly. That wouldn't be any fun because it wouldn't cause any pain.
"Please, please," begged Tanya knowing that her cries only spurred the horrid woman on. How could any human being come to love seeing another in pain? Tanya didn't know or care. She felt that pain, and that ache deep in her pussy.
She hurt!
And the red-haired woman dressed in the black leather outfit was intent on really fucking her with the dildo. Fucking hard, fucking fast, fucking deep. She rocked under the repeated assaults of the rubber dildo. Only when she fainted again did the dildo-rape stop.
"Lower her," came Mr. Steele's voice.
"Thank you," she moaned out, grateful for the respite. But Tanya had much to learn about Henrietta – and Mr. Steele.
"Eat cunt, cunt," came the command. "Lick it and suck it and make me feel good or you'll be in a world of bun."
Tanya opened her glazed eyes and saw nothing but red crinkly forest of bush. She was swung forward so that she could get her mouth up to the woman's cunt. It was obvious she was expected to eat out Henrietta.
"No, I'm not gay. You can't make me…" she started. Tanya quickly found out what they could and couldn't do to her. They made her eat the pussy. She might not have liked it, but they forced her to eat cunt.
Her tongue hesitantly licked out. She thought this might be like eating a man's prick, but she was wrong. Her tongue vanished between the turgid flaps of red fur-rimmed pussy lips. The salty juices welling up from inside the woman's cunt made her want to gag but the whip all over her back and ass caused her to continue.
Choosing between the whip and eating pussy, she would choose the latter every time. It hurt less, even if it was more humiliating to her. They could make her do anything and that rankled. But it was the lesson they taught well.
"Eat me good," ordered Henrietta, but the woman's words were slurred with the intensity of her emotions. For a fleeting instant, Tanya felt a surge of power over the woman.
It quickly vanished.
The whip lashed at her once-white skin, turning it a fiery red. The pain jabbing into her body, however, couldn't compare to the humiliation she felt from being raped with the huge rubber dildo and being forced to cat out the other woman's cunt. What made it worst of all was Mr. Steele standing and watching, saying nothing.
She wanted to die. Then she vowed she'd really get even with these people. Just how she didn't know, but she would. One day. She'd have to!