"He actually punished me! Me! I've been here with. Mr. Steele for over a year and he turns on me. And all because of you, you slimy cunt! I'm going to punish you for turning him against me! There won't be an ounce of skin or muscle left on that scrawny body of yours when I'm done with you!"
The whip sang its wicked tune instants before it landed with stunning impact on Tanya's shoulders. She cringed and worked away from the tip of the lash. She had to feel an inner glow, however.
Henrietta was mad, really mad. She could actually believe Mr. Steele had turned against the red haired woman.
"What's the matter, Henrietta? Can't you pleasure him any more? Or did you fall down on your job? Did you let little ol' me show you up?"
Tanya knew the punishment she would have to take would be excruciating. But it was worth it. She felt a thrill of triumph headier than any sexual kick she had ever gotten. She had soured Mr. Steele on Henrietta. The dark-haired woman wondered if it were really that simple, but she finally decided Henrietta's rage was real.
She puffed up with pride and a certain feeling that refused to die down, no matter how vile Mr. Steele's employees had been to her. She secretly felt that the man cared for her in a way that he had never cared for anyone else. Why should Henrietta be so furious unless this were true?
She was replacing the red-haired bitch in Mr. Steele's world!
The whip lashing across her shoulders lost some of its sting then. She could bear up under any punishment. She had won! She might still have weeks to go on the bet, but she had won Mr. Steele.
It wouldn't be long before the man came to her and asked for her sexual favors. And she would willingly give them!
Tanya didn't understand it, but she loved Mr. Steele more than she had ever loved any man before. He was dominant, powerful, he knew what he wanted. The man never had to hesitate and he never seemed to be wrong. Everything about him exuded the raw masculinity that turned Tanya on the most.
She didn't care if he beat her or chained her or did terrible things to her. He knew what he wanted and he took it. She could only love him for that. He wasn't like other men. He wasn't wishy-washy and hesitant. She had never been able to have anything but contempt for a man who was nervous.
But Mr. Steele nervous? Never!
"Go on and hit me all you want. But I've won, haven't I? I beat you at your own game."
The whipping ceased. Henrietta took a step back, panting at her exertion. The wild-eyed look told Tanya that something really awful was going to happen to her, but she couldn't have cared less. She had won!
"You think you're hot stuff. You aren't. Mr. Steele will come around and see you're nothing. And I'll prove it to you!"
Henrietta turned and went to the corner of the room. She wheeled out a large coffin-sized box. Tanya didn't know what it was. It looked like a medieval torture device known as an Iron Maiden, but this wasn't equipped with the long spikes in the door. The inside of the box had tiny plates about the size of silver dollars and there were cutouts throughout the box.
"Inside," snarled Henrietta. "Get into the box or I'll kill you with my whip!"
"I can take anything you can dish out," said Tanya, feeling the euphoria of success. Mr. Steele was all hers! She was floating on cloud nine. It didn't occur to her that Henrietta still held the upper hand and could mete out pain and anguish whenever she wanted.
Besides, this box seemed so innocent. The tiny metal disks inside couldn't harm her.
"Get me out of the chains and I'll go willingly," Tanya said, her voice taunting. She smiled broadly as Henrietta unfastened the chains binding her ankles and wrists. Painfully, she stood and stretched.
The red-haired woman swung her whip and lashed across the firmly fleshed ass cheeks, making Tanya yelp in pain.
"I'm going, don't worry about it. Hey, what is this thing, anyway? It's got those cold metal disks all over the inside and the funny holes are right around my tits and cunt and ass."
The wooden coffin cover slammed shut. But Tanya could still see out a large hole cut through the lid allowed her complete vision.
"Are any of the plates touching you?" asked Henrietta. The woman's tone of voice made Tanya suddenly afraid. She was enjoying a secret jest that the captive woman didn't share. That made Tanya edgy.
"Yeah, on both tits and a spot on my ass. I… aaaaaeeee!" she screamed in pain.
Henrietta had taken an electrical cord running from the bottom of the box and plugged it into an outlet in the wall. Every single disk touching Tanya's young body surged with pain-giving electricity. She reacted too fast, trying to escape the plates pressing against both her nipples.
The girl over-corrected and pressed her back into the disks against the entire bottom of the case. She screamed again as the electricity burned her flesh. She quieted her rampaging fear and moved slowly, carefully finding the right position that wouldn't give her pain.
She had to stand with knees slightly bent and ass thrust back through the hole in the bottom of the case, but it was possible.
"What's the matter, Henrietta?" she laughed. "Didn't think I could find the right position, the one that didn't give me any pain?"
"Oh, no," smirked the red-haired woman. "I counted on you finding it. Are you comfortable? Can you stand with your legs bent like that long? Or will the muscle strain get to be too much?"
"I can take it."
"Don't be so sure!"
Henrietta spun and left the room. But Tanya was confident. She had won. Mr. Steele was hers for the asking. All she had to do was avoid Henrietta's wrath until the end of the month and everything would be great.
She began daydreaming about her future life with Mr. Steele. Rich, powerful, the man obviously had influence all over the world. She could travel with him, meet only the highest class of people. She would be the perfect companion. She wouldn't be like Henrietta, so obviously lusting after the man and eager to do his every bid.
Oh, no, she wouldn't be like that at all. She would be the man's partner. They would be equal. She could give the sex and he could grant her the money and power she desired.
For that kind of a life with Mr. Steele, Tanya felt prepared to stand in the slightly uncomfortable position for months. So what if the tiny plates inside the coffin were electrified? She needn't touch them. Nothing could make her move and give herself pain.
And then she found out how wrong she was.
Henrietta had brought Lucien into the room. The sight of the man with a raging hard-on made Tanya's pussy churn with desire. How she would have loved to ball the man again. He had been good, damned good, in bed. But compared to what she imagined Mr. Steele to be like, he was only a boy.
"Come to see me, big boy?" she laughed.
She flinched as she accidentally moved against one of the electrified plates, but the young woman was able to get back into the safe portion of the box. Let Henrietta do her worst! She wasn't going to budge! She could stay here like this without any pain for the rest of the month she had lost to Mr. Steele.
And Mr. Steele would have to be proud of her. She was showing that she had the stamina and nerve not to let Henrietta cow her. She was going to be the one who came out of this with Mr. Steele on her side. She knew it.
Tanya became less sure of herself when she felt what Lucien was doing behind her. She couldn't see the man, but she could feel it. His prick pushed between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks and dived down for her asshole. As long as she stayed rock still she wouldn't touch any of the electrical disks. But the feelings mounting in her trim, lithe body were almost more than she could bear.
Cock. Lots of prick being shoved against her tightest hole. How could she take his prick all the way up her asshole and not move against the electrified plates? It didn't seem possible.
"Wait, don't do it!" she called out to Lucien. "Please, for me, don't bugger me!"
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Lucien asked. Tanya didn't know if he was asking her or Henrietta.
Henrietta answered. "She's such a good girl. Obey just one command from her." To Tanya, the red-haired woman asked, "Is that what one thing you desire most from Lucien – that he not ass fuck you?" Her mind raced. Then she answered, "Yes!"
"Very well, my pretty-pretty. Lucien, lick her asshole. Drive that tongue of yours up her shit chute."
"Nooooo!" she shrieked as she felt the dancing, wet, pink tongue slither over the creamy white curves of her ass cheeks and then plunge down into the humid canyon, between them.
That tongue drove her berserk with desire. She loved the feel of it stroking against her assflesh. And when he got to the tightly puckered pink ring of her asshole, she almost came. The only thing that kept her from experiencing the ultimate in human enjoyment was movement.
She moved forward in the electrified coffin and touched both her nipples to plates mounted in the lid. Surges of nerve-searing electricity volted into her body and made her scream and scream and scream.
The dark-haired woman tried to thrash away from the pain. And this caused her to touch other parts of her body to electrodes. She bounced around inside the coffin-like box, touching first one side and then the other. Red welts appeared from the stunning blasts of electricity ripping through her. She finally managed to get her runaway emotions under control.
She found the zero point again where no pain drove mercilessly into her tender young body. But she also felt the tongue driving into her asshole again. It built up desires in her body that couldn't be denied. She wanted him to tongue fuck her asshole. She needed it. But the slightest movement on her part would give more pain than pleasure.
"Stop, please don't do that to me!"
"You don't want Lucien's tongue buried all the way up your ass? Why, my pretty-pretty, how unlike you. Would you like to get one final wish? Would you want Lucien to grant you just one more before he… continues?"
She knew that it didn't matter what she said. If she told Lucien not to tongue fuck her ass, he would try something else. There was ample room in front of the girl's pussy for the man to get his head through. He could lick her gash and cause equally devastating emotions – and motion.
"Burn in hell!" she cried.
"Rather, my pretty-pretty, your sensitive white flesh is going to burn inside that box. Lucien! Tongue fuck her ass as hard and fast as you can. Give her all the pleasure you can!"
And the man did. Under other circumstances, Tanya would have loved this intimate attention. The man's tongue drove between the meaty slabs of her ass and worked away at the pink muscle guarding her tightest passage. He licked and tongued that little muscle until it relaxed. He shoved his tongue all the way up her hole.
She came. She couldn't help herself. The sexual power in her body couldn't be denied any longer. And as she came, she felt the sharp, burning sensations from the plates mounted inside the box. Pleasure from her tingling, burning asshole. Pain from her tits and hips everywhere she touched one of the electric plates. She felt the now-familiar pleasure and pain merging in her body. She became confused again.
Which was getting her off? Was it the pain? Or the tongue fucking so far up into her rear? She didn't know. All she could do was ride out the winds of ecstasy and try to hold back the nerve searing pain she felt.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" she moaned, crying aloud with both pain and desire. "I hate this, I hate it!"
"Nonsense, my pretty-pretty. You love it. Tell me how much you love it."
"Yes, I do," she admitted, hating herself but too late to lie. "I love the feel of his tongue."
"And the pain, too. Tell me how much you love that!"
"That, too. I love it all. Oh, oh, shiiiiit!"
She came when she felt the warmth caused by the fucking tongue against her asshole. The warmth spread like molten lead and puddled in her belly. The sexual tensions built to the breaking point once again.
And then his hard fucking tongue vanished from her ass.
The relief she felt was mingled with hatred for the man, too. She was glad he didn't force her to thrash around in the deadly box with its pain giving plates, but she was also, left hornier than hell. The sexual ache inside was almost as bad as the pain she'd felt.
"Lick her pussy," came the excited command. "I want to see that tongue of yours moving all over her cunt lips. I want you to tongue fuck her all the way up into her belly. Do it, Lucien, do it now!"
Tanya blinked away the tears of pain in her eyes and saw Lucien moving around to the front of the coffin. He thrust his face through the hole cut at her crotch and his tongue raped her pussy.
She screamed at the touch. It was rough and wet and exciting. She moved back in the box the merest fraction of an inch and felt the electrodes zinging out their cruel load of electricity into her body. She shoved forward quickly in mindless reaction – and got the man's tongue all the way up her cunt.
She came and came and came.
And the electricity burned holes in her flesh. She tried to back away from the places, where the pain was the most intense, but she found herself unable to figure out just where those places were. She was so confused! The pain and pleasure of the tongue fucking her cunt made her wonder which she loved the most.
Pain hurt badly throughout her body, but she had to endure the pain to get the man's tongue all the way up her cunt. The frothy liquids boiling forth from her convulsing cunt dribbled down her legs and touched one of the electrical disks on the side of the coffin. The hissing as the juices turned to steam warned her of a single wrong movement.
"Stop it, please stop this!" she pleaded with Henrietta. "I can't take any more of it!"
"The tongue picking of your pussy? You don't want any more? My, my, I misjudged you, my pretty-pretty. Very well. Lucien, ball her. I want to see that cock of yours all the way up into her cunt!"
The man silently obeyed. For a brief few seconds Tanya felt nothing but the aching loneliness in her cunt. And the knobby end of a cock poked between her trembling pussy lips before surging balls deep into her cunt.
She screamed at the sudden penetration. And came. She moaned and didn't even notice the stench of her own flesh burning against one of the electrodes. The pleasure of the prick inserted all the way up her seething hot, clinging cunt was more than enough to make her forget any pain. She knew the agony existed. The pleasure was greater.
The man fucked her with long, quick strokes that rocked the coffin back and forth. This caused her to bounce around inside. Electrodes burned her tits and back and all around her ass. She screamed and moaned and came again and again.
The friction of the cockflesh against her pussy walls was enough to keep her alive and happy. When the hot rush of his jism filled her, she came. When he kept fucking her for a few more seconds, she came. And when he pulled out with a wet little plop she came.
And then Tanya screamed for a solid hour from the pain in her body. She had dozens of ugly red spots burned into her flesh from the electrodes. And as she screamed, she hated. Henrietta stood in front of her and smiled, enjoying every second of the anguish-filled spectacle.