Robert Vickers - Tanya in chains

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.

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."