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.