"This is cruel! This is inhuman! You're violating my civil rights. You can't do this to me!" she screamed. But they didn't heed her pleas.
Mr. Steele stood in front of her and simply stared. With her hands tied behind her back she couldn't reach out and strangle the man. With her feet just inches off the cold stone floor, she couldn't kick him. And her head, neck and shoulders hurt like hell.
Henrietta had brought her into the room and strung her up by the long mane of her midnight black hair. The woman had thrown a handful of the hair through a big ring, then tied it firmly in a knot sure not to come loose. Then Henrietta had pulled at a winch and Tanya found herself being dragged off the ground by her hair.
It hurt. It hurt bad.
Worst of all was the stark humiliation in the act. It seemed to her to embody all the hatred and contempt these people had for her. They thought so little of her that they would use her hair instead of chains to securely fasten her from the ceiling.
"What are you going to do to me?" she demanded.
The pain rocketed through her jaw and into her upper chest. She bit down on her lower lip and even this caused strain. She had never realized how firmly her hair was attached. The slightest movement of her jaw caused her scalp to flex – and this gave pain.
"I will do whatever I wish," said Mr. Steele calmly. "You were told not to attempt to escape. You disobeyed. Now it is time to discipline you. Perhaps you will not be so foolish a second time if the lesson is painful enough."
He walked to her and laid his hand gently on her cheek. She tried to snap at him. He moved faster than a striking snake. His hand landed soundly on her cheek. She felt the jolt of the open-handed slap all the way down to her toes.
She swung to and fro. He stood back and waited for the motion to die down before he spoke again. In the same level, calm voice he said, "Henrietta is going to be given full authority in this matter, I think. You shouldn't have tried to bite me!"
"Rot in hell!" the woman snapped.
She quieted down suddenly when she saw the leather-clad redhead come into the room. Henrietta smiled wickedly and moved with fluid grace to a rack of whips on one wall. She selected one with a short lash and came to stand directly in front of the dangling woman.
"I picked this one because it has a lead bead in the tip. See?" Henrietta held the tip of the whip up so that Tanya could see that she told the truth. The tiny lead weight gleamed dully, a reddish stain on it. Tanya didn't have to be told what that stain way.
It was blood. Human blood.
"Don't do this to me," she pleased, panic flaring in her again. "I promise not to try to escape. Really!"
"You lied before. You might lie again. Unless I convince you of the folly of doing that."
Henrietta stepped back, uncurled the slender whip and sent it whistling around. Tanya closed her eyes a split second before the lash landed on her shoulders. She felt the lead weight cut into her tender skin and slice through the thin dress she wore like a hot knife through butter. Henrietta continued to use the whip to strip away the dress.
"Notice how careful I am," said the woman conversationally. "I know exactly how far to go. Like this and this and this."
Every time the lash landed another bit of the dress leaped free. Tanya felt the hot lead against her left nipple, then her right. She had to admire the woman's skill with the whip. If Henrietta had moved the lash just a fraction of an inch, she would have sliced off two nipples.
As it was Tanya felt the hot lead and the way her dress came off her body. There was something magical about it, something sexual. She hated the idea that she could possibly respond to a woman whipping her like this. But she did. The tears rolled down her cheeks and she couldn't brush them away. Hanging from her hair the way she was, she couldn't even toss her head to get rid of the salty tracks.
It took less than five minutes for Henrietta to completely strip away the dress, Tanya hung by her long black hair, hands chained behind her back, completely naked and totally at the mercy of these vicious people. The only problem was, these people had no mercy.
"Very good, Henrietta," complimented Mr. Steele. He moved into Tanya's line of sight again and critically examined the girl's flesh. "Only one or two red marks. The very first lash left a mark six inches long. That was careless."
"I did it on purpose – to get her attention, Mr. Steele," explained Henrietta. "I know what I'm doing. I get enough practice."
Tanya mentally thought, I just bet you get a lot of practice – on girls like me!
"Lucien is the one who allowed her to obtain his keys, is that not correct?"
"Yes, Mr. Steele."
"I would hardly give her over to him. She is all Marcus'. As for Lucien, get him in here. I want to punish him for his stupidity."
"She is beautiful, Mr. Steele," said Henrietta with grudging respect. "I can see how a man might fall for her."
"I pay my men enough for them to get any woman they want. Lucien should have known better. Get him in here. Now!"
Henrietta silently left. Tanya didn't miss the fact that the leather-clad woman carried her whip with her. She would use it on the erring Lucien if the need arose.
"Are you primed for the disciplinary action that must follow?" asked Mr. Steele. "I see you are." His hands ran down the smooth flanks of the helpless girl, seeing the way she shivered and responded. His hand gripped firmly at her snatch.
She twisted, as painful as it was, trying to elude his hand. She couldn't. His finger sailed all the way up into her cunt. She didn't know which was worse, being subjected to such humiliation or the idea that her pussy was damp and ready for a cock. All through the whipping, she had been strangely turned on. The idea of Mr. Steele watching had been part of it, but the way Henrietta narrowly avoided inflicting nerve-twisting pain had turned her on the most. The threat of pain was almost as potent an aphrodisiac for her as a man's prick.
She sobbed and moaned as he ran his finger in and out of her cunt, fondling the velvet walls, feeling her ripply muscles respond to his light touch. She panted and strained, flow she wished she had some freedom of movement!
The chains on her wrists cut into her flesh. Worst of all was the way her hair had been tied to the ring far above her head. She swung helplessly from that bizarre bond.
Lucien was herded in and shoved to his knees in front of her. Henrietta stood behind him, her whip restlessly moving just inches away from his body. The man tried to appear defiant but Tanya saw the stark fear lurking just a heartbeat away. He knew what that lead-tipped whip could do.
Her heart went out to him until she caught Henrietta's eye. She felt a cold lump form in her stomach. Whatever Lucien got, she would, get double – triple – of!
"Beat off," said Mr. Steele. "Now!"
Tanya closed her eyes and waited for the deadly whip to begin its trip up and down onto defenseless flesh. But the sound never came. She hesitantly opened her eyes and saw Lucien on his knees, his huge prick limp and lifeless in his hand. He was stroking up and down it trying to get an erection.
"Do it. Now!"
The man's face took on a look of fear so profound Tanya cried out, "Leave him alone, it was all my fault. I did it to him. Please don't!"
"You assume all punishment he would receive?" asked Mr. Steele mildly.
"Yes, yes! Just don't beat him. It was all my fault."
"Continue to jerk off. But you will be free of any whipping. This young lady has just assumed it for you."
Lucien started to speak, looked first at Mr. Steele and then shut up. He wasn't going to try his luck. He had been saved a nasty beating, one which might have killed him. He wasn't about to rock the boat. If the stupid chick strung up by her own hair wanted to take the blame, that was her business.
"Marcus!" called Mr. Steele. "She's yours. Do with her as you please. But from behind so she can't see your face."
Tanya began to worry what Marcus might do to her. He had seemed the nice one of the pair. Lucien had the ugly streak, but she didn't doubt that Lucien's close call had told Marcus he'd better do his damndest. And she had felt the ice just under his placid exterior. He was capable of intense cruelty. And he had been unleashed on her.
What would, he do?
She hung there waiting for something to happen. Five minutes. Ten. The people in front of her seemed to be frozen into statues. She guessed the actual time that passed wasn't very long but she had no way of telling. Her heart raced and fear clutched at her belly.
And then she felt the hands on her waist. She flinched away but it did no good. She didn't have the mobility to escape the man's hands. They clamped firmly on her waist and pulled her back until she was staring almost straight down at the ground.
He released her and she swung in an arc like a kid's swing. She swayed back and forth, the pain lancing down into her neck and shoulders. How she damned her, vanity in wanting such lustrous long hair. Why couldn't she have had it cut short? This wouldn't be happening to her then.
As she swung back, she felt hands reach down and grab her upper thighs. The powerful hands pulled her legs apart. She fought and failed. Her legs spread obscenely wide for the man behind her. And his prick almost instantly shot up toward her cunt.
She wanted to look down to see his prick. The way her hair was tied through the ring prevented even this simple motion. She had to rely on feel alone. His huge-tipped prick shoved into her pink, trembling cunt lips. For a moment he paused. Then he sank to the hilt in her softly yielding cunt.
Tanya screamed. She felt pain at the sudden penetration. She was being humiliated worse than ever in her life. And she knew that Mr. Steele was quietly laughing at her, ridiculing her, wondering what sort of a dumb bitch she really was to get into such a mess. She wished she some sort of an answer for that question.
All she knew at that instant was pain. Stark, soul-wrenching pain. It lanced into her hands and up her arms. It came down her neck and through her shoulders. And the pain in her pussy was even more intense. It ripped and tore at her senses. The man's cock filled her to overflowing and then refused to shrink down. His swollen length tortured her more than she'd thought any man's cock could.
Marcus was hung like a bull. His prick filled and stretched and demanded more room in her almost virgin-tight cunt. It took long seconds for her resilient inner pussy-walls to expand en ugh to take him. And then he was gone. He left her pussy hollow and aching and demanding more.
The man tortured and teased with his cock. She had never felt a man do this before. And when he reached around her body and pulled her backwards in an arch, she screamed. Her entire weight was resting fully in her hair. Her scalp threatened to pull loose at any second.
He held her legs under his arms and stroked in and out of her cunt in this position. She felt every single impact on her body. She was positive he was going to bruise her pussy lips with those potent, stinging surges all the way up into her belly.
"Stop it!"
"Keep fucking," came Mr. Steele's command.
"Yes, sir. I couldn't stop now if I wanted to," said Marcus, obviously enjoying the sensation of the woman's hot, tight pussy surrounding his prick. He pistoned forward and surged back repeatedly, building speed, increasing the friction of cockhead against cunt wall until Tanya couldn't stand it any longer.
She felt the heat from the fucking spread throughout her loins. She tried to deny she was getting off on this brutal rape. She was chained and hung up and not able to do the least bit to join in the lovemaking. This was rape pure and simple.
And she came – hard.
The orgasm held her in its velvet grip and squeezed down hard. She shook and flushed vivid red and came again.
She had long since stopped hating herself for these feelings. She couldn't deny she was sexually aroused by Marcus' cock. Nor could she hide the fact that she had climaxed. She was humiliated, abused and insulted in ways most women never dream of – and she got off on it.
Tears ran down her cheeks at the knowledge. She shivered and felt the monster cock dig just a little deeper up her juicy, inflamed cunt. Every single thrust into her tender body gave her more arousal, more excitement, heightened passion. She came again.
"Aieeee!" she shrieked, her body trying to tear itself free of its moorings. She tried to toss her head. The way her hair was fastened prevented it. She tried to reach upward. The chains bit into in wrists. She tried to kick. Marcus held her legs too firmly under his arms. She was impaled with his prick and unable to do a damned thing but come.
She couldn't move. She was a prisoner. And she was being raped. And she came hard.
Opening her eyes sent new thrills of horror and delight throughout her body. She saw Lucien had a hard-on and was stroking up and down its, length. Henrietta stood behind him, the whip laid lightly on the man's shoulder. But he hardly seemed to notice that. He was too intent on watching his friend fuck the imprisoned cunt.
Henrietta seemed aroused too. Her face was drenched with sweat and she had unlaced the front of her tight leather tunic. Her huge tits threatened to spill out whitely. Tanya even caught sight of a bright red nipple throbbing lustily. Henrietta was getting off in a big way on the rape of the captive girl.
Only Mr. Steele appeared calm and cool. He stood with his arms crossed on his chest. He was interested, but the interest might have been that of a spectator at a football game. His eyes glowed and his lips curled upward into a smile like the home team had just made a good play, but this was all the emotion he showed.
Tanya hated him and loved him. She hated him for what he was doing to her and loved him for being so dominant, so powerful, for being able to do these terrible things to her. She didn't understand it. She was too confused and in too much pain.
Marcus began swinging her back and forth so that he wouldn't even have to thrust into her pussy. She tensed and felt her fuck channel clamp hard on the man's entire length. He jerked and his cock swelled even more inside her. She knew he was getting ready to come.
She hated herself for giving him the sexual stimulus that allowed him to get his rocks off, and yet she was pleased. The contradictions rocketed in at her brain and body from all sides. She didn't know what the hell to do or think.
He released her to swing forward just as his prick spewed forth its creamy load of jizz. He hosed her down from the back, denying her the fountain of his cock.
She cried then. She had wanted his come inside her pussy. She felt hollow and abandoned. She was tied and whipped and hung up by her lovely long hair and degraded and he wouldn't even come inside her. She cried and cried and cried. When the tears went away she found herself all alone in the room.
Lucien was gone.
Henrietta was gone.
Marcus was gone.
And Mr. Steele was gone. This shook her more than anything else. She could put up with incredible torture – for his sake. And now she was abandoned by even Mr. Steele.