"Stop, please stoooooop!" she shrieked. Whoever was ass raping her with the dildo continued. It seemed to the blindfolded and chained woman that the movement continued for ever and ever. And it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
They wanted her to know she had no control whatsoever over her destiny. She was a prisoner at the command of Mr. Steele. She began to appreciate the type of control the man was working on her. She recognized the techniques and couldn't mentally convince herself that he wasn't destroying her by slow inches.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" asked Henrietta hours later. Or was it only seconds later? Tanya couldn't tell. But the sound of a voice, any voice, thrilled her.
"Yes, yes, anything you want I'll do. But take the blindfold off!"
The strip of cloth was ripped away. She blinked at the harsh light in her face. They had arranged a spotlight to focus down on her. She felt like the main attraction at a three ring circus.
"So my pretty-pretty wants to cooperate. Very good. Mr. Steele will be most pleased with you." Henrietta walked around Tanya's strung-up form, eyeing her trim waist, flaring ass, slightly flattened tits, the fall of dark black hair, the slender thighs and shapely calves. Her fingers touched gently and stroked over the creamy, perfect skin. She came back in front of the chained woman and lightly pressed her fingers into one of the ruddy nipples.
"Very nice jugs," admired Henrietta. Tanya said nothing as the woman slowly circled the nipple with her fingertip until it began to respond. Tanya hated herself for getting hot because of this, but it was her body reading, not her mind.
The nipple sprang erect, pulsing hotly. The taunting woman's finger slowly worked down into the deep canyon between the tits, stroked once and went even lower. Tanya's flesh rippled as gooseflesh appeared. The room wasn't cold but she felt shivers racing up and down her spine. This was worse than the whipping she had received.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.
"Why? You are most lovely. You are seductively beautiful, if I might say so. Why shouldn't I appreciate beauty in another woman, eh?"
Her finger dipped into the well of navel on Tanya's belly, then worked lower into the tangled mat of midnight-black pussy fur. The pussy mound quivered as the woman's fingers pressed into it, massaged the fleshy rise, then worked lower.
"Stop it, don't do this to me!"
"My pretty-pretty is repulsing me? Do I disgust you?"
"Yes, I hate you. I've never hated anyone more in my life!"
"So you don't want me doing this to you, eh?" The fingers probed between taut cunt lips. In spite of her anger and hatred for the red-haired woman, Tanya felt her pussy begin to slobber out its frothy cunt oils. She hated it but there didn't seem to be a damned thing she could do to stop the flow.
The finger fucked hard and fast into her cunt hole. The young girl arched her back and rammed her pussy down into the palm. She couldn't move much because of the chains around her wrists. She was held too tightly.
The hand gripped fiercely on her snatch until she was sobbing and crying out, "More, give me more. Ohhh, it's so great in my poor little cunt!"
The finger fucking went on until Tanya fit the once-pleasurable sexual tension in her body build to the breaking point. She came, hating herself for such weakness. She was showing Henrietta that she could be retrained, to respond to whatever horrible torture the red-haired woman could think up.
"Yes, my pretty-pretty, you are ready for the next step."
"Go fuck a dog!" raged Tanya, trying vainly to think of something else to get back at the woman. Her mind was confused, tumbling and not able to focus on a proper insult because of the way she felt inside. She burned. She hungered for cock. And it was all being given her, but at the wrong times. She was being played with as if she were some sort of toy.
A sex toy!
"Insults are acceptable, but you were told never to use such vile, language. For that you must be punished. Is that not so, Mr. Steele?"
Tanya spun in her chains to see the dark figure in the corner of the room. She hadn't even noticed him before. The shadowy figure nodded but said nothing. It was apparent this was the signal for "discipline".
Her blue eyes widened in horror as she saw Henrietta take a broad wooden paddle down from its rack on the wall. The woman swung it a few times, making whishing sounds as it cut through the air.
"It has holes drilled in the surface," she said, as if lecturing a college class. "That lets the air rush through and gives a much harder swat when it lands on tender assflesh."
She demonstrated. Tanya recoiled in horror from the sharp pain, lancing into her buttocks, but that motion caused her even, more agony. She swung free, supported only by the chains around her wrists. The cruel steel shackles cut into her soft flesh, the motion caused all her weight to hang from her shoulders and arms – and this did nothing to stop the hot, stinging pain in her ass.
"Yes, you can use a little toughening on that fat ass of yours," said Henrietta, laughing at the young girl's discomfort.
"Fat! It's not fat!"
"It is! Don't contradict me, bitch!"
The woman used the paddle faster and with more power now on the helpless girl's behind. The loud thwacks of wood hitting bare assflesh filled the room. And Tanya's body filled with pain. But it wasn't pain that would cause her to go out of her skull. This was subtly different. She recoiled every time the paddle swung true, but she was also coming to appreciate the warmth that filled her body.
It was a sexual warmth. It spread from her well paddled ass cheeks all through her loins. Her belly quivered and turned warm just as if her cunt had been filled to overflowing with all the cock she could stand. The girl didn't understand it. She was getting off with the spanking.
She began ramming her buttocks back toward the swinging board. The loud whack as it landed jarred her, but the heat from the spanking made her cunt begin to drool. The thick love oils leaking from her cunt ran in erotic rivers down the insides of her thighs.
"Ummm, don't do that to me," she sighed over and over. Her words said one thing while her body told her another. She liked this! She hated herself for it, but she liked it! She wanted more!
"Don't lie to me, cunt," snapped Henrietta, moving in front of the girl. The leather clad woman's face was like a thunder storm. It glowered at her in stark ferocity. "You enjoy this. You love the feel of my paddle against your wanton flesh. Admit it, damn you, cunt, admit it!"
"No, no, it's not true," protested Tanya. She hardly understood her motives. This was humiliation in the extreme. Mr. Steele stood in the corner and was probably jerking off as he watched this red-haired bitch paddle his captive. Tanya should have hated every single instant of this degrading performance. Rut the feel of that wooden paddle against her naked ass did something to her. She wanted more. She was turning on and she wanted all the spanking she could get!
"I told you never to lie to me. I must punish you further. You will learn discipline at my hand!"
Marcus entered the room. Tanya had to suck in her breath. She had never seen such a glorious sight in all her life. The man's entire body had been greased. His muscles rippled and gleamed and made him look like a Greek God come to life. He stood naked in front of her, his arms crossed over his broad chest. But she wasn't looking at him – his prick held her entire attention.
She knew it was large from when she'd sucked it in the limousine. But this boner he sported was huge! It had to be at least a foot long. And it was hard and erect and waiting for pussy.
Her pussy!
Her cunt almost exploded with need. She sobbed and moaned and bit back her cries demanding him to get into her cunt and fuck the shit out of her. She knew that if she showed the least bit of desire, Henrietta would deprive her of her pleasure. That bitch seemed to read minds.