Tanya hung from the chains for hours. Or it might have been days. She had no way of telling. Her arms and shoulders ached terribly, the spurts of pain lancing down into her body almost more than she could stand. The way they strung her up on tiptoe caused her legs and hips to strain unmercifully. And being naked caused her to feel utter shame.
Worst of all, they had blindfolded her. She couldn't see what was happening in the room around her. Occasionally, she heard scuffling noises. She would call out, demanding to know what was happening. No one ever answered. Her agile mind thought up terrible things going on. She imagined worse things than even Mr. Steele or the horrible Henrietta could conceive of.
And Tanya knew that was why they blindfolded her. They wanted to torture her both physically and psychologically. This wasn't like anything she had ever experienced before. This was war. This was no different that being in, a prisoner of war camp. They wanted her broken so they could make her do all sorts of hideous things against her will.
She screamed when she felt something soft and feathery stroke between her legs.
"Who's there? What're you doing to me?"
No answer. But the feathery touch came again, stroking along one of her pussy lips and up to the vee in the front where her clit was. The feather forced its way down and stroked continually across her cunt. She tried to kick out and stop whoever it was doing this to her. Pain she had learned to handle, but not the tickling, arousing feeling.
She kicked and kicked and kicked but didn't connect with anyone. It might have been a ghost. She knew it wasn't, but who was it? It didn't matter. It might have been any of them. All were capable of such subtle tortures.
Chained up, blindfolded, tortured with tickling feathers, the girls began to cry. She couldn't believe she'd gotten herself into such a mess. Thirty days, Mr. Steele had said. How many had passed? One? Ten? None? She didn't know. The room she was chained in had no windows. And it wouldn't have done her any good if it had. Blindfolded, she had no way of telling how much time had passed.
"What's happening? Who is it?" she demanded, feeling a light touch over the curve of her ass. Then she screwed in pain as the artificial cock rammed between the slabs of her asscheeks. The huge dildo forced its way down to her tightly puckered little fist of asshole and worked its way up her back. It ripped her apart and threatened to kill her.
"Stop, please stoooooop!" she shrieked. Whoever was ass raping her with the dildo continued. It seemed to the blindfolded and chained woman that the movement continued for ever and ever. And it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
They wanted her to know she had no control whatsoever over her destiny. She was a prisoner at the command of Mr. Steele. She began to appreciate the type of control the man was working on her. She recognized the techniques and couldn't mentally convince herself that he wasn't destroying her by slow inches.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" asked Henrietta hours later. Or was it only seconds later? Tanya couldn't tell. But the sound of a voice, any voice, thrilled her.
"Yes, yes, anything you want I'll do. But take the blindfold off!"
The strip of cloth was ripped away. She blinked at the harsh light in her face. They had arranged a spotlight to focus down on her. She felt like the main attraction at a three ring circus.
"So my pretty-pretty wants to cooperate. Very good. Mr. Steele will be most pleased with you." Henrietta walked around Tanya's strung-up form, eyeing her trim waist, flaring ass, slightly flattened tits, the fall of dark black hair, the slender thighs and shapely calves. Her fingers touched gently and stroked over the creamy, perfect skin. She came back in front of the chained woman and lightly pressed her fingers into one of the ruddy nipples.
"Very nice jugs," admired Henrietta. Tanya said nothing as the woman slowly circled the nipple with her fingertip until it began to respond. Tanya hated herself for getting hot because of this, but it was her body reading, not her mind.
The nipple sprang erect, pulsing hotly. The taunting woman's finger slowly worked down into the deep canyon between the tits, stroked once and went even lower. Tanya's flesh rippled as gooseflesh appeared. The room wasn't cold but she felt shivers racing up and down her spine. This was worse than the whipping she had received.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.
"Why? You are most lovely. You are seductively beautiful, if I might say so. Why shouldn't I appreciate beauty in another woman, eh?"
Her finger dipped into the well of navel on Tanya's belly, then worked lower into the tangled mat of midnight-black pussy fur. The pussy mound quivered as the woman's fingers pressed into it, massaged the fleshy rise, then worked lower.
"Stop it, don't do this to me!"
"My pretty-pretty is repulsing me? Do I disgust you?"
"Yes, I hate you. I've never hated anyone more in my life!"
"So you don't want me doing this to you, eh?" The fingers probed between taut cunt lips. In spite of her anger and hatred for the red-haired woman, Tanya felt her pussy begin to slobber out its frothy cunt oils. She hated it but there didn't seem to be a damned thing she could do to stop the flow.
The finger fucked hard and fast into her cunt hole. The young girl arched her back and rammed her pussy down into the palm. She couldn't move much because of the chains around her wrists. She was held too tightly.
The hand gripped fiercely on her snatch until she was sobbing and crying out, "More, give me more. Ohhh, it's so great in my poor little cunt!"
The finger fucking went on until Tanya fit the once-pleasurable sexual tension in her body build to the breaking point. She came, hating herself for such weakness. She was showing Henrietta that she could be retrained, to respond to whatever horrible torture the red-haired woman could think up.
"Yes, my pretty-pretty, you are ready for the next step."
"Go fuck a dog!" raged Tanya, trying vainly to think of something else to get back at the woman. Her mind was confused, tumbling and not able to focus on a proper insult because of the way she felt inside. She burned. She hungered for cock. And it was all being given her, but at the wrong times. She was being played with as if she were some sort of toy.
A sex toy!
"Insults are acceptable, but you were told never to use such vile, language. For that you must be punished. Is that not so, Mr. Steele?"
Tanya spun in her chains to see the dark figure in the corner of the room. She hadn't even noticed him before. The shadowy figure nodded but said nothing. It was apparent this was the signal for "discipline".
Her blue eyes widened in horror as she saw Henrietta take a broad wooden paddle down from its rack on the wall. The woman swung it a few times, making whishing sounds as it cut through the air.
"It has holes drilled in the surface," she said, as if lecturing a college class. "That lets the air rush through and gives a much harder swat when it lands on tender assflesh."
She demonstrated. Tanya recoiled in horror from the sharp pain, lancing into her buttocks, but that motion caused her even, more agony. She swung free, supported only by the chains around her wrists. The cruel steel shackles cut into her soft flesh, the motion caused all her weight to hang from her shoulders and arms – and this did nothing to stop the hot, stinging pain in her ass.
"Yes, you can use a little toughening on that fat ass of yours," said Henrietta, laughing at the young girl's discomfort.
"Fat! It's not fat!"
"It is! Don't contradict me, bitch!"
The woman used the paddle faster and with more power now on the helpless girl's behind. The loud thwacks of wood hitting bare assflesh filled the room. And Tanya's body filled with pain. But it wasn't pain that would cause her to go out of her skull. This was subtly different. She recoiled every time the paddle swung true, but she was also coming to appreciate the warmth that filled her body.
It was a sexual warmth. It spread from her well paddled ass cheeks all through her loins. Her belly quivered and turned warm just as if her cunt had been filled to overflowing with all the cock she could stand. The girl didn't understand it. She was getting off with the spanking.
She began ramming her buttocks back toward the swinging board. The loud whack as it landed jarred her, but the heat from the spanking made her cunt begin to drool. The thick love oils leaking from her cunt ran in erotic rivers down the insides of her thighs.
"Ummm, don't do that to me," she sighed over and over. Her words said one thing while her body told her another. She liked this! She hated herself for it, but she liked it! She wanted more!
"Don't lie to me, cunt," snapped Henrietta, moving in front of the girl. The leather clad woman's face was like a thunder storm. It glowered at her in stark ferocity. "You enjoy this. You love the feel of my paddle against your wanton flesh. Admit it, damn you, cunt, admit it!"
"No, no, it's not true," protested Tanya. She hardly understood her motives. This was humiliation in the extreme. Mr. Steele stood in the corner and was probably jerking off as he watched this red-haired bitch paddle his captive. Tanya should have hated every single instant of this degrading performance. Rut the feel of that wooden paddle against her naked ass did something to her. She wanted more. She was turning on and she wanted all the spanking she could get!
"I told you never to lie to me. I must punish you further. You will learn discipline at my hand!"
Marcus entered the room. Tanya had to suck in her breath. She had never seen such a glorious sight in all her life. The man's entire body had been greased. His muscles rippled and gleamed and made him look like a Greek God come to life. He stood naked in front of her, his arms crossed over his broad chest. But she wasn't looking at him – his prick held her entire attention.
She knew it was large from when she'd sucked it in the limousine. But this boner he sported was huge! It had to be at least a foot long. And it was hard and erect and waiting for pussy.
Her pussy!
Her cunt almost exploded with need. She sobbed and moaned and bit back her cries demanding him to get into her cunt and fuck the shit out of her. She knew that if she showed the least bit of desire, Henrietta would deprive her of her pleasure. That bitch seemed to read minds.
"You can't do this to me. It's inhuman!" protested Tanya, hoping that Marcus would move forward and slam that hunk of manmeat all the way up her wanton cunt.
"Stand on these chairs," ordered Henrietta. The red-haired woman pushed two straight-backed chairs near enough for Tanya to climb onto. The girl got one knee on each chair when the chains supported her arms suddenly went slack. She fell forward.
Only at the last possible instant did the chains tighten enough to keep her from smashing her face into the cold stone floor. She was split wide apart, one knee on each of the chairs almost three feet apart. And her arms were pulled straight up and back. She could rest her forehead against the floor but this was it.
With her white ass jutting so far up into the air and her cunt widespread for any possible intrusion, she worried what would be done to her. She wanted a sample of Marcus' cock. What she would get from these sadistic people was another story.
Tanya tried to look up and see Mr. Steele. She felt that he was the key to her pleasure. If he gave the sign, she would get the cock. If he wanted more degradation, she would get that. And with the humiliation would come pain. Lots of pain. Pain she could hardly stand.
"Aieeeee!" she cried out as the paddle began working on her tightened ass muscles. She hadn't realized how tensed up she was in this unnatural position. Henrietta spanked her with the paddle until her ass glowed a cherry red. And then she felt movement.
Looking back through her wide-stretched legs she saw the feet coming toward her. And then came the rocket blast of cock between her punished buttocks. Marcus rammed himself forward and didn't even try to slow down as he jammed his cock into her ass hole.
She screamed in pain. Her entire body trembled. She tried to get her legs free but the weight of her body held her in this uncomfortable position. She was exposed and totally vulnerable to the man's attempts at fucking her up the ass.
"No, no, up my pussy," she begged. "Not up my asshole. That buns, oh, God it hurts so baaaaad!"
It might have hurt but the nearness of his prick, the heat radiating from it, everything about this terrifying position made her come. She gulped and moaned and felt the ice and iron grip of orgasm clutch hard at her body. She couldn't move. Something about being frozen into this position heightened the feelings ravaging her body.
When she relaxed sufficiently to feel the pressure of the cock against her asshole, she realized the man was trying to stuff his cock into her without any lubricants. The idea of her ass being ripped to shreds by such a brutal entrance made her scream again.
But when the thick arrowhead-shaped cockhead managed to intrude on her tightly held anal sphincter, she came again. The woman couldn't understand what this change was in her. She was getting off on pain. And the pain in her asshole was intense. She felt the sharp, white hot stabs of agony fill her.
The paddling had given her a sexual warmth. This savage ass fucking produced only anguish. And Marcus seemed intent on reaming out her bottom with all the power locked in his strong, virile body.
Under other circumstances Tanya might have gotten off in a big way on the pleasure of the man's cock slowly moving in and out of her asshole. That could be as sexy as having a man fucking her juicy cunt. But this! Pain filled her like water filling a glass. She overflowed with the agony.
And came.
She hardly knew what was happening to her. Another inch of impossibly thick cock entered her asshole. And then another and another until the man's balls wetly slapped against her pussy lips. She could look back and up and see everything going on. But it seemed better to her if she kept her eyes tightly screwed shut. The pain wasn't quite as intense that way.
"You are, all the way up her back?" asked Henrietta of Marcus. Tanya didn't hear the man answer. He might, have only nodded. All she could feel was the mighty bucking of the cock against her tender, aroused flesh.
"Then fuck her! Thick her for all you're worth. Make that snowy-white ass of hers burn with the friction of your cock! Fuck, man, fuck!"
The sound of a whip snapping echoed through the room. Tanya flinched but the whip didn't land on her. She guessed that Henrietta was whipping Marcus, urging him on to ass fuck the helpless girl.
She was right. Tanya's entire body shook as Marcus pulled his prick out of her tight, sucking shit chute and then slammed back into her body as fast as he could. She thought he would rip her to shreds. The girl simply knew that her guts, were turning bloody from this mishandling.
But the heat of his long, virile cock turned her on at the same time. She was too confused to understand what she really felt. The man's hairy thighs rubbing into her taut, well spanked buttocks turned her on. The pain of his huge prick fucking into her asshole without any greasing at all hurt. She was torn between the love and hate, of this situation.
She loved the idea of this well hung man ass fucking her. But he wasn't doing it right. She guessed that he was pummeling her butt simply because of the way Henrietta swung the whip.
And somewhere, off in the corner, the black shrouded Mr. Steele watched with silent intensity. Tanya could never forget that this live sex show was strictly for that man's benefit. All that the red haired, leather-clad woman did was to please Mr. Steele. Even the mighty Marcus, with all his muscles, obeyed the powerful man. Tanya hated him with an intensity that scared her – and she loved him at the same time.
Who else could see her needs so clearly? He had ordered Henrietta to spank her. That had turned her on by warming her guts, her cunt, her ass. And she would have gotten off repeatedly on the cornholing if Marcus had only oiled his prick before getting it on.
But he hadn't. And the pain threatened to devour the young girl's entire body. Her back ached from the repeated impact of the man's body against hers. She was in an uncomfortable position to start with. The ass fucking made it all the more precarious.
But the pain and the pleasure she got from the carnal friction of his fucking cock blended oddly. She quickly discovered she couldn't tell which was giving her pleasure and which was giving her pain. Even when Henrietta turned her whip onto a naked, straining back, Tanya couldn't separate the two.
Pleasure-pain. Pain-pleasure. They became one. The feel of the meaty prick parting her tender inner membrane and pulling her apart merged with the delightful friction of his cock entering her. She came. The feel of his body rubbing sensually against her pain-wracked ass flowed together. She came again. The pain of the whip and the excitement of knowing Mr. Steele watched every second of this buggering fused. She came.
And came and came.
Marcus lost control and soon fucked her with the total abandon of a man on the brink of his own come. When she felt the flowing hot surge of his jism, she came again. And all too soon, his huge prick melted inside her body and flowed out, a thick rivulet of his jizz pouring across her parted cunt lips and onto the floor.
In her upside-down position, she could only watch. But it made her feel good. Damned good. The pain was intense, but the pleasure had been more potent. She felt she had won this round.
She'd show that red-haired bitch she could take it!