Tanya hated the timelessness of this mansion the worst. She could stand the abuse they all heaped on her. She could even handle the pain meted out by the sadistic Henrietta with her whip. Rut she couldn't bear not knowing what time of day or night it was. Tanya didn't even know how long she had been held captive by Mr. Steele.
She tried to work it out according to the number of meals she ate. But she wasn't fed on a regular schedule. Sometimes it felt as if they were giving her four meals within as many hours. Other times she was sure she had gone an entire day without eating.
The dark-haired woman simply didn't know how long she had been there. And more important, she didn't know how many days remained of the month pledged to Mr. Steele.
She paced the sumptuous bedroom, content at least that they no longer kept her chained in the next room. This was so luxurious she was positive royalty would have found it extraordinary. But she couldn't fully appreciate such luxury without the knowledge that she was also free to come and go. She was a prisoner and that filled her every waking thought.
Naked, she lay back on the bed and stared up at her reflection in the overhead mirrors. She arched her back and shoved her tits upward to watch the play of the muscles. She smiled. She was pretty, damned pretty. All the way from the top of her silken-haired head past her face so perfectly formed to her ample tits to her trim waist and into the divine patch of pussy fur between her slender legs. She was damned pretty.
And that didn't amount to a thing in this household. Henrietta carried out Mr. Steele's wishes and the mysterious man seemed impervious to her beauty. He never once touched her or even approached her. He just stood and watched what the others did to her. It was spooky and Tanya had made a promise to herself. She would make Mr. Steele respond to her sexually if it was the last thing she did.
Closing her eyes and imagining what he would be like in bed, on top of her, his weight holding her pinned to the mattress, his cock fucking deep into her cunt. She began to juice up in the cunt just thinking about it. She reached down into that damp patch and ran her finger up and down her pussy lips. Tingles of delight throbbed into her body and spread like wildfire.
Mr. Steele fucking her. That would be the ultimate reward for all the pain and suffering she had been subjected to. She couldn't wait till the end of the month. She was positive the man would want to sample her charms then.
She opened her eyes and came out of the fantasy dream. It wouldn't happen that way. If he hadn't fucked her yet, he might never do it. Just because she wanted to lay him didn't mean he felt the least bit of attraction for her. She didn't have any power or wealth like he did. What, besides feminine beauty, could she use to entice him?
Sighing, Tanya swung her long legs off the bed and stood. She went to the closet and glanced through the lavish gowns inside. Occasionally, Mr. Steele would order her to put on a specific dress. For the most part she was allowed to choose as she saw fit.
The raven-haired woman put on a revealing dress with a neckline plunging all the way down to her navel and a slit up the side of the skirt all the way to her hip. She didn't bother with bra or panties. They seemed superfluous with a fine dress like this. She put on high heels and paraded in front of a full-length minor admiring herself, patting her hair into place and strategically draping the front of the dress to reveal only the creamy bulge of her tits.
Tanya would have turned any male head in that dress. Yet she knew that Mr. Steele would hardly notice her. It was enough to make her cry.
The sound of the door opening made her spin around. Lucien, the brown-haired and aloof Lucien, pushed a cart with her supper on it.
"Dinner already?" she asked, confused. "But I just had lunch a few minutes ago."
"It's supper time," he said, his eyes drinking in her beauty. She knew he could be cruel, but she also knew he was the only one of the men to really lust after her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her when they were together like this.
And that gave her an idea. Escape might be possible if she could get the proper information from Lucien. She thought she knew just the way to do it, too.
She strutted over to the table, making sure her ass swung in just the right motion. He watched her, the bulge in his trousers a silent testimony to the amount of his desire. She said nothing as she slowly turned. By moving cleverly, she was able to reveal one tit almost entirely before the silken fabric of the dress flowed back as soft and warm as liquid. Tanya knew he'd seen that erect nipple.
Erect with lust. Erect because of him.
"Do I have to eat?" she asked in a sulky voice. "I'd much rather just sit and talk – with you."
"Me?" he asked suspiciously. "Why me?"
"You're so handsome. Why shouldn't I want to? Unless, of course, you have other things you have to do for that cunt, Henrietta." She saw the man tense. Cursing herself for the intensity of her hatred of the woman, she softened her voice again and said, "You're ever so much nicer than she is. Please. Just talk for a while. No one will miss you."
She sat on the edge of the chair and crossed her long legs. The flow of her skirt allowed the man to see ill the way up to her pussy. She doubted if he could see the tiny dewdrops of cunt juice dotting that magnificent bush, but she was sure she could entice him to find out just how ready she was for him.
"Came and sit down. I want you to," she said in a sexy, husky voice. Her tongue tip just barely parted her lips and made a slow, wet circuit. The sight of the growing bulge in the man's pants almost made her laugh. But she was having to be dead serious about this seduction. If she wanted information – and escape – she couldn't screw up now.
"Just for a second," Lucien said. The man had seen her naked on the way to the mansion. He had even had her sucking his prick. But the way she moved, exposing strategic portions of divinely naked flesh and then biding it again turned him on.
A stripper had the same power ever him. There was something erotic about a woman undressing. He could watch for hours and hours.
Tanya saw Lucien sit uncomfortably in the other chair. She didn't hesitate a second. With one fluid motion, she stood and turned to sit on his lap.
"There, isn't that a lot better?" she asked, moving her lips closer to the man's eat. She thrust her tongue into the tight little passage and began breathing hotly, trying to arouse him as much as possible. She could feel the virile pulsing from the bulge under her lap. If his pants hadn't been zipped up, that cock would have leaped straight up and thrust all the way into her pussy.
"Yeah, lots better," he said, his hand slowly moving over the woman's thighs. He stroked up and down, the silken fabric between him and her naked flesh. But that didn't last for long. His hand sought her nakedness and worked toward the wet patch of her pussy mound.
She sucked in her breath when the man thrust a finger all the way up into her cunt. He stroked his thumb over her cunt lips and teased her clit enough to make her gasp repeatedly.
"Isn't it so much nicer when I cooperate?"
"Yeah, I guess," he answered, more intent on storms down her cleavage and at the heaving mountains of titflesh. She shoved her shoulders back slightly to allow one tit to come tumbling out. The nipple visibly swelled with lust. She felt her heart hammering in her chest. In spite of knowing she was seducing this man solely to escape, she was getting hot. She was turned on by the idea that his pleasure might mean the difference between freedom and imprisonment for her.
"Do we have to fuck here?" she asked. "Or could we go to your room?"
"Here," he said quickly. "My place is a dump compared to this."
"But all the cameras and things watching us."
"Nothing like that. Nowhere on the grounds. Just lots and lots of land all around. That's all Mr. Steele really needs. He values privacy above everything else."
She wanted to ask Lucien more questions but didn't think this was the right time. Her own breath came faster and grated in her throat. She felt as if she'd swallowed sandpaper. "Ohhhh!" she sobbed when the man added another finger up her cunt. "Don't you think you could find something nicer – larger? – to sniff up my pussy? I need you, so!"
Her hands began unbuttoning his shirt. He easily lifted her and carried the dark-haired beauty to the bed. Gently placing her there, he quickly ripped off his shirt. She felt her eyes widening in lust as she saw his broad, hairy chest and the muscles that would soon be sweaty and straining as he fucked her.
"So masculine," she said, her fingers tracing over his chest. She didn't have to pretend she was excited now. She felt her pussy beginning to boil with the need for cock.
He reached down tenderly, his fingers slipping on either side of her plunging neckline. His muscles tensed once as he ripped the dress from her body. She shrieked, but in surprise, not pain. He ripped again and the fragile dress parted, leaving her gloriously naked on the bed.
She reached up and unzipped his fly. His prick danced out, jerking and bucking hard. She immediately thrust it into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. The huge girth of that prick made her lips tingle as the strained to get all of it in.
Her tongue glided along the underside of his cock, and stroked the most sensitive portion. She teased the tiny flap of skin dangling under the cleft head and then slowly kissed and nipped her way down to his balls. The whole while she made this erotic journey, he was kicking free of his pants.
She cradled his balls in one hand as if they were religious relics. She felts his balls inside the hairy little bag lurch and tumble with desire for her. She bent forward and sucked the entire sac into her mouth. Gently chewing, she felt the nuts begin to boil. She sucked and licked with her tongue and nibbled away until the man was almost mad with lust.
"Lemme fuck you. Goddamn, gotta get it in before I come like some kid getting his first piece of ass."
He almost dived onto her when she released his scrotum. His hands shoved her thighs apart and he rolled heavily onto her. But the feel of his body pressing her down into the soft mattress turned her on in a big way. His hairy chest crushed her tits flat. She felt the hard little points of her nipples begin to pulse and throb with new life.
"Fuck me. Take me hard. I want to feel your cock in me, fucking me, driving me out of my head with lust. Fuck me goooooood!"
He rammed his hips forward as she wantonly spread her legs. The first thrust missed its target. The purpled knob of his cock went skittering off down the damp cradle of her pussy lips. But the second thrust was dead on target. He speared deep into her scathing hot pussy.
As he penetrated her body, she didn't know if she was going to faint or come. The sensations inside her were too confused. She had been abused and tortured and then fucked. She had begun mixing pleasure and pain into one heady wine.
Now that she was seeking out the man's cock without any agony involved, she hardly knew how to respond.
But the powerful movements of his prick brought back the old reflexes. His cock swelled as he stroked in and out of her body. She sobbed and moaned and began to respond fully. She became a part of the fucking. The dark-haired woman had never been content to simply lie like a log under a man while he fucked her pussy. She had to move, cry out, respond totally to his cock.
"Give me more. Fuck me till you split me apart all the way to the chin. God, how I need your cock. It's super! Give it all to me, all of it!"
"Shit, baby, you're so damn tight you're crushing the life out of me. Gotta take it easy far a second. Get my wind back."
"No, no," she cried, her fingernails ripping at his broad back. "Ride me hard, ride me and shove that cock all the way up so it comes out my mouth. I want it now!"
He began fucking her with long, slow movements that drove her insane with need. She felt the throbbing, dancing cock press against her cunt walls. His strong hands went under her armpits and over her shoulders to give him the best possible leverage. His toes dug into the bed and he arched up and fucked straight into her pussy.
She had to ram her hips downward to meet his incoming stroke. Every time he fucked into her, he sank just a little farther. Soon enough, he was balls-deep. She ground her snatch into his crotch. The cock stirred in her guts like a spoon in a mixing bowl.
The feelings were too intense for her. She came hard. She shrieked and thrashed around and hunched up to meet his smoothly fucking cock. She needed that cock more than anything else in the world. And she got it! Repeatedly, he stuffed it balls-deep into her body.
The sexual tensions in her belly didn't diminish after her come. If anything, they were more intense than before. She had to feed those desires. The woman rolled both of them over so she was on top now. Her hips worked like pistons moving her cunt up and down on that thick spike of impaling prick. She fucked herself until she was gasping for air. Liquid fire gushed in and out of her lungs. And she came again.
The man rolled her back over and kept his prick moving, even faster. He picked up the tempo until his hips blurred with the motion. He drove himself far up into her humid depths and then paused, only to race out, pause while he was between her trembling cunt lips, and then retraced the path.
"You're too damn hot inside," he moaned out. "Feels like a fucking blast furnace. You're gonna melt me to slag."
"No, no," she cried out. "I won't. Don't stop fucking. I need it." She curled her legs around the man's waist and pulled him powerfully into her body. With her ankles locked behind his back, she could get better control over both the rhythm of the fucking and the depth of his penetration.
"Don't worry," he panted. "I won't stop."
"No, don't, don't!"
The woman went off like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers. She couldn't hold back the intense feelings. She came repeatedly. Her cunt convulsed and smashed down hard on the hidden prick inside it. She felt every single contour of that mighty fuck stick.
"Oh, oh, sweet Jesus," the man called out. "Gonna come. Can't hold back much longer."
"Not yet, you bastard," she moaned through gritted teeth. "I want to get off one more time."
He hardly heard her. The blood roared in his temples. His vision had blurred. And his cock felt like a fuse that had been lit. The slow fire burned down into the powder keg of his balls, then exploded. He spewed forth his white-hot seed into her hungrily sucking cunt.
His sperm had semen whitewashed her cunt walls, but she hardly noticed. She was lost in the fairyland of another orgasm.
He pumped fiercely, then sank down between her legs, exhausted by the effort expended. In a few minutes, after his prick had limply fallen from her twat, Lucien slept peacefully. Tanya struggled and heaved and finally rolled tiw naked man over onto his back.
Silently she stood and rubbed her aching snatch. He had really fucked her good. She would be sore for days. But it had been worth it, in more ways than one. She had really gotten a normal fucking out of one of the staff – and she now had his pants.
In one pocket was a ring of keys. She grabbed the first dress she saw in the closet and went to the door of her prison. A lush prison, true, but still a jail cell as surely as if it had had metal bars and cold cement walls. She opened the lock, went out into the hall and re-locked the door. Let Lucien explain his way out of this one!
Tanya took the time to slide the dress on and then looked up and down the hall. She had scant idea how to escape. She had tried the front door before and run into Henrietta. That might have been planned. The longer she stayed around her the more she wondered at Mr. Steele's total control. Nothing happened without him okaying it.
She ran toward the back of the house and checked one of the windows. It was firmly nailed into place. It would take a crowbar to pry it open. She searched and found servant's stairs going down to the kitchen. She didn't hesitate. She went down.
Hesitantly, Tanya poked her head around the corner and studied the kitchen area. It was empty. The most modem equipment possible filled every nook and cranny. She went out, saw a microwave oven and popped a piece of meat from a nearby platter into it. She let it heat for a few seconds and then ate it, smiling.
Nothing but the best for Mr. Steele. But she was going to be free of him now. All she had to do was walk out the back door and run to the highway and hitch a ride.
Freedom!
She tried the backdoor and found it locked. Fumbling at Lucien's keyring, she tried one key after another. None fit the lock. Furious, sure that she'd been in too much of a hurry, she tried all of them again. Still no luck.
Turning to head for the front of the house where one of the keys might work, she stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting at the kitchen table were Mr. Steele and Henrietta. They had been watching her every move.
"Yes, my dear," said the cold Mr. Steele. "We just wanted to watch as you tried to escape. Nothing is more cruel than giving hope, then taking it away. Your discipline for trying to escape will be all the more dreadful for you now. Henrietta, she is all yours."
Tanya watched in shocked silence as Mr. Steele rose, and left the room. All she could heat was Henrietta's evil laugh.