Robert Vickers - Tanya in chains

She'd show that red-haired bitch she could take it!

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.