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"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.

CHAPTER TEN

Tanya was never sure when Henrietta pulled the plug on the electricity. It might have been any time during the night. She was poised in, the half bent position, trying desperately not to inflict any more pain on herself than was possible.

But this caused her legs to begin to cramp. Her shoulders were hunched forward and the spots where she had already touched the electrodes burned as if they were being constantly bathed in some fierce acid. The cramps and the other pains wracking her body kept her in a perpetual haze.

But she finally collapsed nearly ten hours after she had been put into the box and touched more of the electrodes. Nothing happened. Sighing with relief, she sagged down limply inside the coffin-like box. She just hoped it wouldn't end up being her coffin. She had a score to settle with Henrietta.

Lucien entered the room silently and opened the front. She tried to stand up straight and tall and defiant. Instead, she fell forward into the man's strong arms.

"I didn't mean to…" she began.

"That's all right. I would have come sooner but Henrietta's kept me busy all night long. She's a real bitch to do this to you, especially when you only have a few more hours to go."

"What?"

"Didn't you know? The month's almost up. Mr. Steele's had to go out on business and won't be back until after your time's up, but you've done it. Really. You've got maybe four hours left."

"So little," she said, stunned at the news. Or was it true? Could this be just another means of Henrietta's to give her hope and then snatch it away? She had no way of telling.

"Help me into the other room, Lucien," she said. "I need to lie down for a while. Goddamn, but that thing left me woozie." She glared at the coffin-like box and hated it as much as the woman who had put her into it.

"Believe me, I didn't want to do it. But Henrietta's got almost as much power over me as Mr. Steele does."

"Just help me, Lucien. Good, thanks," she said, leaning heavily on the man's strong arm. It was comforting to have so strong a man aid her again instead of abuse her. When she get rid of Henrietta and took over the reins of power around here, things would be a lot different.

She'd make sure that Mr. Steele said so.

The plush bedroom had never appeared more inviting to her. She dropped to the surface of the bed and reveled in the softness of the velvet under her burned skin. She snuggled down and all the hurt seemed to go away. She could hardly believe she was able to recover this fast.

She looked up at Lucien, still standing beside the bed. The bulge in his pants told the story. He was hornier than hell for her. And why not? She was naked and had been available to him on all manner of occasions, but not once had she really given herself freely to him. She had duped him and used him just as Henrietta had used them both.