She whimpered like a whipped dog. The dark haired girl curled up on the floor and hated herself for allowing the pain to dominate her life. But she couldn't really help herself. She had trouble figuring out which pain was the worst.
It might have been her wrists. They had been cruelly chained together ever since she had been put into this torture chamber. The flesh was raw and red and bruised, tender to the touch. The links from the steel cut into her wrists and sent lances of burning pain up into her arms.
But she had to remember the hair she'd once had. Her scalp ached from being suspended by that hair for so long. The humiliation of such a hanging was as bad as the pain.
Tanya rubbed her thighs together to try and get the pain in her cunt to go away. That might have been the worst of all. She could put up with annoying twinges in her twists or the dullness in her scalp.
The whippings had only torn the flesh across her back. Tiny rivers of blood flowed, with more welling up from the livid bruised areas. But inside, in her tender cunt, she couldn't even touch herself to see what the full extent of the damage was.
She guessed it was a lot.
What worried her and made her agonies all the greater was that she couldn't examine herself to find out for sure. These people were experts at making her uneasy, at giving hope and snatching it away, at inflicting great without actually injuring her. If they could have raped her psychologically, they wouldn't have done a single thing differently.
"Are you ready for more, bitch?" asked Henrietta. Surprised at not having heard the red haired woman come into the room, Tanya looked up with wide eyes. She felt even more violated at the sudden entrance. She couldn't even pity herself in private.
She might as well have lived in a goldfish bowl. They watched her every second of the day. And worst of all, they prevented her from learning how long she had actually been here. Tanya thought she had only a few more days to go in the month term of the bet.
It might be as long as three weeks.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Do you care?"
"Of course I care," she snapped, not caring if the vicious woman tortured her for her impertinence or not. "I hurt all over and I've been mistreated and there's not a damned thing I can do until the month's up."
"I told you not to swear."
"So whip me. See if that has any effect on me. I can't hurt anymore. I've become used to it. Whip me and see!"
"You have grown to like the pain, haven't you?" shrewdly observed the woman. She moved around Tanya, staring at her like she was a bug under a microscope. Henrietta loosened the ties on her leather tunic and allowed her tits to bulge out the front.
"Are you trying to tempt me?" asked Tanya bitterly. "You might make me suck your pussy but licking tits doesn't mean a thing to me."
"Oh, really? Let's see," Henrietta pulled the last of the lacing out and her boobs swung free in front of her body. The fiery red nipples pulsed visibly as she thrust them toward the chained girl's mouth. "Suck on them. Make me feel good, cunt!"
"Whip me and I will," said Tanya. For a second she could hardly believe her own words. She was asking for pain to go along with whatever pleasure she might derive from sucking on this evil woman's nipples. She had been perverted totally by the whip!
"Ho! You've learned to enjoy pain completely. No, my pretty-pretty, I won't whip you. That would only give you what you want. I will see that you are degraded, though. Like this. I want to fuck my tits against your cunt. What do you think about that?"
Tanya hardly knew what to do. She felt the woman spreading her legs wider and wider until her cunt was exposed to Henrietta's wanton explorations. The red-haired woman shoved her left tit all the way down into the vee of her legs. Tanya felt the nipple pulse and throb against her own clit. The feelings racing into her body totally confused her.
Henrietta began rubbing her nipple and the marshmallowy, white soft flesh under it all over her gash. She closed her eyes and felt the fluids gushing up to flow outwards. She was excited! The woman us actually turning her on by shoving her boob into her cunt.
"No, please, don't do this to me. Ummm, oh, no, don't stop now. It feels good after everything else."
"Doesn't it, though?" taunted Henrietta. "My poor little titties give relief to your tortured pussy. Feel it. Enjoy it. Revel in it."
She shoved her chest down even harder. Tanya felt the pinkly fluttering cunt lips over her pussy part as the other woman got more and more of her titflesh into her excited cunt. She didn't want to respond. But her body had a mind of its own. It had felt pain for so long, it would respond positively to any softness, any gentle handling now.
She came.
Her legs locked around the woman's body trying to pull even more of her tit into her pussy. This was perverted, so kinky that Tanya would never have done this on her own. But she was forced. What else could she do but obey the woman's most obscene commands? Weren't her hands tied securely behind her? The chains tattled every time she moved. Just as she felt the hard pebble of nipple crushing into her erect little clit, Henrietta moved away and was gone.
The unfulfilled feeling in her guts threatened to tear her apart. She couldn't stand it. She had gotten to the point of needing to come to get off and the stimulation was taken away from her.
"Suck off the cunt juice on my tit," commanded Henrietta. She had pulled herself upright on her knees.
Tanya blinked and struggled to her knees. She inched forward, her lips and tongue seeking out that nipple. It gleamed with the dewy cunt oils on it. And she knew it would be tasty. She had to have it.
Just as she bent forward to suck the nipple into her mouth, Henrietta moved. Tanya crashed to the floor, unable to break her fall using her hands. She twisted in time to keep from smashing in her face.
"Stupid bitch!" snapped Henrietta. "Get up and try it again. Now, damn your eyes, do it now!"
"Please don't make me," sobbed Tanya. "I'm so tired. I hurt. And the tensions inside me are about to drive me out of my skull."
"Then suck my titties," said Henrietta, her voice softer and somehow more menacing than ever before. "Suck on them and that sexual need will go away. But do it now or you're going to regret it."
The iron menace rang in Tanya's ears. She had no idea what Henrietta might do but it had to be bad. The woman had no goodness in her at all.
But rebellion flared. Let the red-haired cunt do her worst! Tanya knew she was strong enough to resist. She could take anything the woman could dish out!
"Do it," came the cold, emotionless voice of Mr. Steele.
She trembled inside. She could fight off Henrietta and even openly defy her. There was no way she could stand up to Mr. Steele. He was too strong and dominant. She felt the undercurrents of power whenever he spoke. He didn't converse like ordinary mortals – he commanded. And she tried to obey.
Getting her legs under her, she scooted over to where Henrietta knelt, her tit thrust out for Tanya's greedily nursing mouth. Tanya tasted her own pussy juices and didn't know whether to puke or come. The odd sensations in her body got her all mixed up in the head. She hated and loved at the same time.
She ended up by trying to forget everything. She sucked nipple until she was sore in the jaws. She had made Henrietta's nipple expand to the point where it threatened to pop. And the huge white tit under it had expanded with aroused blood and hung pendulous and sensitive.
Henrietta didn't allow her to get off on sucking her nipples, though. The red-haired woman shoved Tanya back against the wall. She sagged down weakly, staring at the woman and up at Mr. Steele. He simply stood, saying nothing, his cold eyes not missing a single detail of the lesbian lovemaking.
"I think she's a bitch, a bitch in heat," snarled Henrietta. "She doesn't deserve anything, that a dog wouldn't get. Here, eat that!"
Tanya saw a bowl of dog food. The smell made her gag.
"If you don't eat it, you won't get a single human meal until the month is up – and that's quite some time, my dear," said Mr. Steele. "It's only dog food, after all. Dogs enjoy it, even thrive on it. Why shouldn't you eat it?"
"Like a bitch dog in heat!" Henrietta cried.
Tanya recoiled from the softness – and ice – of Mr. Steele and the outright hate radiating from Henrietta. Why shouldn't she eat it? What else could they do to her to humiliate her? They had done it all, she thought.
She worked her way painfully to the dog food in the bowl. She couldn't eat it because of the way her hands were chained. Henrietta saw this and quickly refastened them so that her right ankle and wrist were firmly linked together just as her left wrist and ankle were likewise secured.
Tanya bent forward and began eating the terrible-tasting dog food. But the worst of it wasn't the slimy feel of the dog food on her lips and tongue, it was the idea that these people made her do it. She hated Henrietta for forcing her to eat like a bitch, but Mr. Steele okayed it. He stood silently and watched every second of her humiliation.
Then she felt something new and different. A movement behind her and a hard cock shoved into her from behind.
"Fuck her! Fuck her like a bitch in heat! I want to see her bark with delight!"
Henrietta's words burned in Tanya's ears. She tried to look back and see who it was shoving his prick into her pussy from behind. She failed. The position she was in didn't, allow such movement.
The cock surged all the way up into her cunt. She felt the impact of the powerful body against hers. The way his body curved made her ass fit perfectly, like two pieces from the same jigsaw puzzle.
Most of all, his hot and hard cock shot all the way past her tortured cunt lips and berthed itself in her trembling cunt. Her pussy walls clutched wildly at the manmeat, her pussy juices leaking out around it. She didn't know what was going on. She was responding. She wanted that cock to fuck her. The girl was too, confused to understand her own motives.
"Fuck me good. Drive that cock all the way up my pussy!"
And he did.
In that instant, she realized what was happening to her. This was the only "normal" fucking she had had. She was able to feel and respond and be a woman again. She wasn't merely a sex toy. Sure, she was tied up, her hands and ankles secured with the iron chain. But that didn't matter. She wasn't being whipped. Her hair wasn't tied to a ring mounted on the ceiling. There wasn't a broom handle being shoved up her cunt, raping it and mutilating her guts. She wasn't being given an enema with a garden hose.
This was normal fucking; this was good fucking.
"Fuck more! Ride me, ride me hard!"
"See how the bitch likes it. Perhaps Marcus would care to give way for my friend," said Henrietta.
Tanya was poised on the brink of coming. She didn't care if it was Marcus or Lucien who fucked her. All she knew was that she needed the cock inside her, fucking hard, giving her feelings she remembered so well before she had lost the bet and become a slave to Mr. Steele.
"Hurry, hurry!"
She felt the cock leave her pussy and another immediately inserted. This one felt different, longer, thinner, less rigid, but she didn't care.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!"
She came and felt the wild surges of orgasm smashing through her body.
Henrietta had finally broken her. She wouldn't resist any longer. She was a lump of plastic waiting to be molded in any way the vicious woman desired. Tanya felt the tiny spark of her own self esteem go out entirely.
"She still isn't broken, Henrietta. You have failed again," came Mr. Steele's voice.
For several heartbeats, Tanya couldn't believe her ears. Mr. Steele was turning against the red haired Henrietta, the one who had made life so unbearable. That meant that Mr. Steele actually cared for her! She had a chance to get out of this horrible fix.
"Mr. Steele! Please! Help me!"
"Help you, my dear?" he asked mildly. "Why should I do a thing like that?"
"I need you! I'll do anything you want me to. I mean it. I really and truly mean it! I'll be totally devoted to you!"
"Of course you will. All my servants are. But you aren't really a servant, are you? You got into a poker game and lost. I own your body and soul for a solid month. You're my sex toy. I can do anything – anything I want with you."
"Yes, yes," she sobbed, the tears running through gobbets of dog food. "I'm all yours."
"Yes," he said slowly, "I think you are." And then he and Henrietta left.
Tanya was alone in the room again.