Robert Vickers: Tanya in chains

Or maybe she could do something about it first. The cold, menacing voice came to her ears, chilling her. "Don't even think of biting his prick off. If you do, death will seem preferable. I know some horrible things to do to little girls who don't obey – and compared to Mr. Steele, I'm a rank amateur."

"Hell, Lucien, she wouldn't do a thing like that," said Marcus. "She's got a great set of lips on her. She's sucking real good. Just like I enjoy the most. She's dynamite giving a blowjob."

Tanya shuddered involuntarily. Both men knew exactly what she'd had in mind, and each had a different way of telling her they knew. Lucien was cold and up front about it. Marcus could brush it off with a joke.

Both meant business. The woman sucked harder on the cock, trying to enjoy this as much as she could. She found that she could actually get off on the feel of the hot, throbbing prick against her lips if she forced the rest of the scene from her mind.

She wasn't a prisoner of these evil men. Mr. Steele didn't exist. She wasn't being whisked away in a chauffeured Rolls to some mysterious destination. All that mattered was the cock pressing so hotly against her lips.

She closed her eyes and got into giving head. She sucked. Her cheeks went hollow under the strain. Her tongue rolled around the broad bead capping the shaft and she quickly found the piss-slit. She tried to stuff her tongue all the way down that tiny hole. It wasn't possible and she knew it. So did the man on whose prick she so avidly sucked. But that didn't matter. Just trying gave them both a carnal thrill that wouldn't die down.

Tanya became more and more aware of her own needs. She was naked except for the garter belt and stockings. Her pussy was damp with lust now that she sucked harder and harder on the cock. She wanted more. She wanted, his huge fuck stick shoved balls-deep up her pussy.

"Oh, fuck me," she groaned around the prick pulsing so powerfully in her mouth. "I want to feel you in me. I want this big, swollen cock in my cunt fucking the hell out of me."

The laugh that echoed through the compartment of the car shocked her. She opened her eyes and simply stared at the two men. They were laughing as if she'd just told the biggest joke in the world. She couldn't understand what was so wrong with her request.

"That's up to Mr. Steele whether we fuck you or not. He told us to have, fun with you on the way. That means only our cocks in your mouth."

Before she could protest, Marcus rammed his prick back into her mouth. And a heartbeat later, a second cock slammed in. Both men fucked slowly in and out of her mouth. She was revolted, horrified that two men would try such a thing. But she didn't have time to worry over it. The taste of two cocks turned her on and the sheer kinkiness of it made her mouth water. She clamped her lips around both pricks and sucked for all she was worth.

"That's a girl. Love it!"

"Don't stop or you'll regret it!" cautioned the other man. She marveled at the way the two approached her. Lucien was cold and demanding, like Mr. Steele. Marcus seemed genuinely turned on by her and wanted to do things at a slower pace.

She was so confused she didn't know which she preferred. A few hours earlier she would have branded Marcus a milquetoast like Charlie had been. Now she wasn't so sure. She felt the steel under the man's soft exterior. He was capable of being intensely cruel. She could feel it like heat from a stove. As long as she continued to pleasure him, though, she didn't think she had anything to worry about.

That made Marcus totally unlike Lucien. This man held the capacity for total evil. And she guessed that he'd told the truth when he claimed to be an amateur in comparison to Mr. Steele.

She shivered at the idea of anyone being more vicious than Lucien seemed to be. The man's hand had never left the back of her head. He gripped the midnight-black hair and jerked her face forward repeatedly, causing the girl to face fuck herself. The feel of the two cocks in her mouth made her wonder what other humiliation was in store for her.

"Keep sucking, damn you!" cried Lucien.

He twisted her head around so that both pricks leaped free of her mouth for a moment. She didn't know what to do. She cried, the tears running down her cheeks.

"You scared her, Lucien. Hell, she'll do anything you want if you lighten up on her." Marcus knocked Lucien's hand from the back of the woman's head and substituted his own. It wasn't any less brutal, but it seemed that way to the frightened girl.

"Suck," he commanded. "And keep sucking no matter what. I want it to feel like a vacuum cleaner on my cock – and his."

The man shoved her face down into his crotch. She almost choked on the cock, but she sucked. Her tongue swirled and probed and stroked every possible flap of flesh she could find. And just as the man's arousal was at the breaking point, she felt that strong hand pulling her away another prick jammed into her mouth. She had to repeat the process she'd just gone through.

A tiny drop of pre-come beaded. Her eager tongue licked it away. She knew the flood of tasty, salty, tangy jism wasn't far behind. She wanted it all. She loved the taste on her tongue and would do anything now to get it. The promise of him coming in her mouth couldn't be taken away from her now.

But it was.

Just as she felt the cock begin to buck, Marcus yanked her head back and off the prick. She caught the first spurt of jism in the eye. The second hit her in the cheek and ran down, in a thick river. The third and fourth and all the rest went into her luxurious inane of black hair. She was almost sobbing with horror and degradation when Marcus strong hand forced her face down onto his prick again.

She had to suck him off. And she knew exactly what would happen when the man started to come.

She wasn't wrong. He shoved her back into a sobbing, crying heap on the floor of the luxurious car and came in her face. He held his dick in one hand and beat himself off fiercely. The jizz arched and landed squarely on target – right on her forehead.

Tanya moaned in humiliation and knew she couldn't do a damn thing about this. Not yet. Let them have their way with her but soon she'd get even. She didn't know how or when, but she would. She would!

She didn't know how long she huddled on the floor, her arms pulled tightly around her naked body. Tanya had never been more miserable. She had tried to clean off some of the jizz shot onto her hair and face but the men had stopped her. They said they liked the sight of the white cum drying against the black hair. She whimpered but did nothing more to fight them off. They were so strong, so dominant.

All she knew was that she wanted to die.

The Rolls Royce pulled to a halt and both the men got out. Lucien beckoned to her. She wondered if she should try to make a run for it or not. Again, the man read her mind.

"We're inside the grounds of Mr. Steele's mansion. The stone walls around the place are a half mile down the road. And on top of the fifteen-foot walls is ground glass. And if that's not enough to slow you down, there're electric wires, too."

She looked around in awe. Lucien wasn't lying to her about this being a mansion. The three-story house was immense. She let her gaze travel away from the house and around the grounds. She couldn't even see a stone wall for the forest surrounding the house. She guessed it might be possible to get totally lost in the woods and never stumble across the wall mentioned.

"Come along, Tanya," said Marcus gently. "I do so love that outfit you're wearing. Makes me hard just looking at that perky white ass of yours."

He pinched her ass and she yelped. But she didn't slap him. She guessed he would slap her back. And with the power locked up in those arms, he might knock her out.