"Lucien," she said softly. "I want you."
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me. Do it now. You said there's only a few hours left. I want my last memories of this place to be good ones."
"After what I've done to you, you still want me to screw you?"
Her legs wantonly parted. This was all the invitation he needed. The man ripped off his clothes and dropped to her. The added weight made the bed springs squeak, but she didn't mind. The weight pressing down into her body was good – and the pressure of his prick against her cunt lips was even better. She felt her body begin to respond immediately to him.
"Ummm, oh, God, fuck me good. Make me into a real woman!"
She closed her eyes as the prick penetrated her cunt lips and pummeled her cunt. The feel of so much cock inside her, fucking her, making her into a woman, again robbed her of breath and speech. She could only moan and thrash about weakly under him.
The man's hips began to piston in and out. And suddenly the cock was entirely gone from her cunt. Hollow, achingly empty, she opened her eyes to see Henrietta standing over her and Lucien pushed off to one side.
"You!" cried Tanya. "I'll…" But she never got a chance to claw out the red-haired woman's eyes. The whip stung like fire across her arm and made her back flinch.
"Tie her up. Spread-eagle. And then you can have the cunt all for yourself, Lucien," said Henrietta.
Tanya fought the man off but it did no good. The rough hemp ropes circled her wrists and pulled her out straight on the bed, the rope tied to the headboard. In short order, ropes were fastened around each ankle and she was pulled out into a painfully wide vee. Her cunt was lewdly exposed and she was totally helpless.
What had started as a fucking that promised pleasure had turned into another brutal rape. And she was totally powerless to prevent the physical abuse being dished out to her.
"Fuck her now," said Henrietta. "I want to watch."
She perched on the side of the bed and idly played with Tanya's nipples. The girl hated the way those pebbly mounds of erectile flesh hardened and throbbed with desire. She wished she could show no emotion whatsoever. But her body betrayed her.
"Tanya, I don't want to do this. She's the one who…" began Lucien.
"Fuck the black-haired bitch, damn, you!" shrieked Henrietta, "I'll rip the flesh off your back with this whip if you don't!"
She lashed Lucien several times. Tanya saw the man's fists ball up as if he would hit her, but whatever power Henrietta – Mr. Steele – had over him still held him in check. He came back between the captive woman's legs, his prick gleaming like silver from the cunt juices all over it.
She screamed as he inserted his prick into her steamy cunt again. He was trying to be gentle about it. Just as he started sliding in, the whip lashed out across his tensed ass. He jerked and drove mercilessly into her cunt. She raised her hips up slightly off the bed and felt his cock bang into her softly padded cunt.
"No, no, don't do it."
But her words fell on deaf ears. She couldn't blame Lucien. The man was in fear of Henrietta. And she couldn't blame Mr. Steele. He wasn't even here. He didn't know what was happening.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on only the pleasure of the fucking. It was hard for the young, bound girl to do until she discovered how much nicer it was thinking this was Mr. Steele fucking her. Gone was the whipped and subdued Lucien. In her frenzied mind, he was replaced by the powerful, dominant Mr. Steele.
She had won the elusive, dark-visaged man over. She had aroused his passions so much that he had to fuck her. No longer content to simply watch his employees screw her, he had jumped onto the bed and whaled the shit out of her with his own mighty, virile, hard-fucking cock.
She came.
Her entire body was totally alive now. Every single nerve ending fired out a message of complete pleasure for her. She was enjoying this more than she could have ever thought possible.
Mr. Steele wasn't the one fucking her, but she could imagine that as long as she kept her eyes tightly closed. The cock reaming out her tortured cunt was good, long, hard, hot. She got off on the feel of the arrowhead pressing firmly into her cunt walls, stretching her to the breaking point. She loved the feeling of being entirely filled with hard fucking cock – Mr. Steele's cock.
"Ummm, oh, it's so niiiice!" she sighed aloud. She didn't care what Henrietta did to her. There wasn't a thing in the world that the evil woman could do to take away the wondrous sensation of that moving, fucking cock.
Mr. Steele's prick fucked faster, in and out of her tight, gripping cunt. She got so excited her cunt walls collapsed around the thick rod of manmeat. She felt the way the cock danced hotly in the tight confines and this excited her even more. She came and her cunt crashed down with furious desire on the hidden prick.
The man struggled more above her. She heard the whip singing and smashing into his body. Every time that whip landed he drove his prick just a little farther up into her hungering cunt. The added force of his fucking turned her on more than she would have thought.
She was tied down securely. This wasn't anything she would have chosen for herself. It was rape. The man fucked her without her being able to stop him. But the very helplessness made her more excited. She was being dominated. This was no wishy-washy man fucking her. This wasn't a pitiful human being like Charlie. This was a powerful man, Mr. Steele!
"I'm commmmming!" she shrieked out. Her ass lifted off the velvet bedspread and she crammed her snatch down hard into the man's crotch. She felt his crinkly bush grinding into her tender, bruised cunt lips. The feel made her come even harder.
Clit pounding and pulsing with desire, she started moving her hips in a circular motion to get as much pleasure as possible.
The prick retreated and left her hollow inside. She couldn't follow that cock because of the way she was tied down to the bed. She tugged and strained at her bonds. They cut cruelly into her wrists and ankles. She was helpless, but the feel of the cock returning to bury itself balls-deep into her cunt made her forget all about that.
All she knew was excitement.
She came again. She came like a machine gun firing. Her body was tortured and burned and she wanted more of it! The pain had been a wonderful contrast for the pleasure she felt now. She could get off on the man's fucking, hard, hot cock even more now that she had known real agony.
"You bitch!" screamed Henrietta. "You're enjoying this! You can't do that!"
"Ummm, oh, Mr. Steele! You're so swollen inside me. Fuck more!"
"Mr. Steele?" cried Henrietta. "You stupid cunt! That's Lucien fucking you. Don't you know the difference?"
"Be brutal to me, Mr. Steele," Tanya cried to drown out Henrietta's protests. "I love you – I need you!"
The whip seared along her bound arm. She felt the butt end of the whip nudging into her ass. She didn't care what the red-haired woman did. She had won! She had triumphed. As long as she could maintain the fantasy that the cock fucking so hard into her body was really Mr. Steele's, she had won everything.
And then came the cold, harsh voice she had learned to love so well! She was caught up in the middle of an intense come and thought it might be just her dream making her believe he was really there, with her fucking her. Then she wasn't so sure.
"She is still tied and being abused," came the accusation. "Her month was up an hour ago. Longer!"
"Mr. Steele, let me explain," began Henrietta. "It was like this. I…"
Tanya heard a fleshy, thud and Henrietta groaned. She opened her sex-glazed eyes and saw Mr. Steele standing over the fallen woman. And then her senses were ripped away by the cock exploding inside her tight cunt. She came along with Lucien, their passions merging and forcing them into lands seldom visited by mere humans.