TheTrainingOfTanya2 (7 page)

A collar was bestowed upon her neck and the device was applied with such force that it almost restricted her breathing with its merciless cinch about her throat. Tanya found such play most gratifying because it enforced an even greater sense of submission. Her client was controlling her senses, shutting them off, or restricting them as he saw fit. The inky blackness due to the blindfold was also useful, for it let her conjure any scenario she wished. If she found the client unattractive or annoying, she pretended that one of those she had found more alluring were attending her.

To test the integrity of his diabolic plot, the man pinched the tube. Tanya jerked and strained to suck in a breath. The airtight leather pressed to her face when no source bestowed supply. She tried to sway her head free of the mortal pinch, but the collar was sculpted and high to provide an embrace that diminished the movements of her head to a few weak wriggles. Her face burned from the deprivation and she writhed to try to slip her bonds. Her mind thundered in calamity until he released his hold and let her drag in a deep lungful through the restricted vent.

The relief from restoring her breath instantly had her squirming with pleasure. Her libido was like a starved fire. The act of asphyxiation almost slew it, but when she gulped down the fresh air, the flames of her passions flared into a raging pyre of lust.

The weight of his naked body settled upon hers, and her abdomen gave a jolt of shock as he slipped his length into her sodden sex. Her cry of bliss was little more than a murmur after freeing itself from the hood and as he began to grind into her, she groaned with an abject joy that she expertly made sound more akin to disgust.

Tanya's current tastes ran more often toward women. Her experiences with men had generally been less fulfilling. When a man did pleasure her, it was the most exhilarating of experiences, but overall she generally gained more regular, though less heady bliss from the attentions of her own gender. This client had not proven himself of anything exceptional, yet, so in her void, she dreamed of a woman armed with a strap-on phallus straddling her and performing this deed.

The mere act of penetration was not enough to quench his libidinous thirst for control. While the client continued with a slow, steady rhythm, he grabbed the ropes and hauled inward. As he did so, he leaned in to seal her breathing tube with a tender bite.

Tanya exploded into paroxysms. Her distraught attempt to get her stretched limbs free so she might open a path and gain air was one of utmost importance, but with no chance of success. When he released his nip, it was only for a few moments. The client let her gain enough oxygen to ensure survival before he denied her again.

Frantic with angst and lust, she clawed at her bonds. Tanya valiantly tried to lock a finger into the knots and pick at least one limb free. However, the client was an expert in his particular fantasy and she could find no means to end, prematurely, the encounter. With this awareness, his visage was in her thoughts, replacing the phantom woman as she felt his cock thrusting into her.

Each time he released the cinch and let her respire, she seemed to swell beneath him. The fear and suffering curled through her and shed all negativity. She emerged from each deprivation onto scintillating floods of warped concupiscence and masochistic satisfaction.

Whenever he neared climax, he stopped to let his lust abate and savour the feel of her convulsing womb as it gripped his immersed member. When he was ready to continue, he never failed to commence with the denial of her air. While starved, she continually prayed for him to end his defilement so he would stop torturing her, but he was determined to gain absolute value for money from the body he had rented. Then he would set her breathing free, at which time she only wanted him to continue, to repeat his actions. Then she would regret such notions the moment he cut off her access to air.

It seemed to take hours for him finally to reach a point where he could no longer decline final relief. The client entered a final series of twitching jolts and his bite continued longer than ever before to make her thoughts churn and bubble. His arms pulled in vehemently and Tanya's joints throbbed with rending sensation as they were hauled out. The cuffs dug in and his strength stretched her into a rigid immobile form.

Tanya fought to respire through the hood and she could feel him swelling within her. A moment later, his seed filled her belly and after a few random spasmodic thrusts, his body went slack upon hers. Unfortunately, he was still keeping his bite in place.

Tanya's consciousness wavered as the clammy claws of oblivion began to tickle the corners of her mind and vision. His arms let go of the ropes and gave her a little more slack. This made Tanya bounce and squirm under him, elevating his pleasure with the innate quivering of her loins upon his manhood.

Eventually he slipped aside as though his life had fled with his frustrations and this released the nozzle. Tanya was allowed to try to recover from the experience, although this was only in bodily form. The psychological wounds were ones certain to linger for a great deal longer than the physical ones.

Hauling at the small tube, she sucked in air at a tardy rate. Tanya fought to get more and was tormented further by the minor hampering of intake.

Tanya felt like she had been brought to death a dozen times and more during the session. Coupled with the near fatal encounters with an army of previous clients, she knew that her luck would eventually run out and one of the licentious devils would accidentally or purposefully, slay her. She had to escape, now.

The anonymous customer began to unfasten her shackles. He set her limbs free so he might take back his personal equipment and Tanya lay impassively, awaiting the removal of the hood because until she had sight, any attempt to get away would be pointless and doomed to failure.

Fingers played at her collar and the mild strangling grip came away and was swiftly followed by the folds of the hood. The interior was slick against her face with the sheen of fevered perspiration that her ordeal had exuded.

The moment she had sight, she declined to wait while her darkness dependent eyes grew used to what appeared to be a midday sun perched atop a candle. Tanya flung her hand out and grabbed the case. She swung it around with an outraged yell of maximum exertion and roughly targeted the fuzzy shape that was currently folding up the infernal hood.

The box struck her tormentor in the shoulder and threw him aside with the impact, but she did not disable him as she had hoped. Pushing her weak body onward, Tanya followed up her initial strike. Rolling over, she rained the improvised weapon down onto his naked form. A dull thud slammed into his back and cast him to the floor where he flailed in shock and surprise.

Tanya took her weapon of vengeance in both hands and brought it with full force onto the rear of his head. He twisted his head and looked up as the shadow fell across it and his eyes momentarily filled with alarm. A brittle crunch resounded and flecks of red touched Tanya's features.

Glad that her dazzled sight was still not sufficiently clear to reveal the details of what she had done, Tanya dropped the case. She turned away and began to limp slowly for the door.

When she took hold of the handle, she recalled her nakedness and wandered back to draw on her abuser's discarded trousers and jacket. She dragged in the laces so that they remained upon her considerably smaller body and then went back to the door. Tanya took a deep breath of courage. She fought to resolve herself to this course of action and to keep her doubts far from her.

When she opened the portal, the hinges gave a soft squeal that made her wince as though it were the trump of a bugle. The fear of discovery stampeded within her and made her body tremble and her stomach turn over upon itself like landed eels.

Her fright was all the more ferocious because of the realisation that this would be her sole chance for freedom. If she failed, her enslaver would certainly take the necessary precautions to ensure a similar breakout never occurred again. Tanya knew deep down that she would quickly succumb to such bondage and forget all concept of flight. She would become a slavering submissive beast that would fervently accept any sadistic whim from her appointed clients. That in itself was not wholly unpleasant, but her life expectancy would be short because of the extreme nature of their ministrations.

Chapter Five

Rigid tentacles entwined themselves about Tanya's hips and legs. The myriad appendages locked on with dozens of suction cups that pinched her skin with their hydraulic grip. The touch jerked her fully awake and she felt the sludge churning with the movement of some aquatic monster. The denizen of the pit had already gained firm reign on its intended prey and was reinforcing it with more tentacles.

Determined not to allow herself to be an easy meal, Tanya sought to pound the beast and drive it off. However, the treacle that was its habitat cushioned every blow and she never once even made contact with it. She thrust her spare arm down to try to pry off a tentacle, but as she did so, the beast hauled backward and almost ripped her other arm out at the socket. If it had not been snared about the ring, she would have surely been drawn deep beneath the viscous surface and to her doom.

Tanya wrenched her free arm out of the sludge and established another anchor. She screamed as the beast renewed its attempts to drag her down with added vigour. It continued tugging in sharp bursts and squeezed ever tighter with its appendages until Tanya was certain her only options were either being crushed, drowned, or devoured on the spot.

The drag ceased, but the entwining bonds of boneless flesh remained steadfast. Tanya wondered as to the creature's next move. She ran through countless possibilities and formulated her reactions with all the speed that the fear of being slain could muster. Despite all her efforts at prediction, not one of them prepared her for what actually occurred. With a squawk of alarm, she felt her sex being penetrated.

Tanya's scream of abhorrence reverberated and filled the cave. The feel of the phallic tentacle probing within her, made Tanya chagrin with nausea and dismay. Despite the horror of this molestation, she dared not let go so she could try to expel the intruder, for the beast wanted her beneath the waters and perhaps this ravishment was the means to facilitate its desired goal. The monster plunged in mockery of intercourse. The ooze about her body bubbled and rippled with its efforts while it continued the violation and Tanya was left incapable of anything save holding onto the ring and crying out in shame and impotent rage.

The experience was taken further as tendril tips brushed her anus and breasts. The invertebrate appendages started to fondle the vexed assets as a soft tip slipped in through her desperately clenched sphincter so it could stroke her insides. The viscid sludge of the pit acted as an efficient lubricant to assist access and Tanya could not deny it in any way.

After a few minutes, Tanya could see the cruel lure of the acts. The bliss the beast inspired was incredible and it took all her resolve to commit to the recall that her ravisher was so utterly inhuman. She had to prevent herself from sinking into a heady trance of delectation.

The delicate play of the pliant intruders in her body and the teasing caresses on her skin were astoundingly erotic. She draped her head back with her eyes fluttering as she fought to stop herself from revelling in the pleasure. She moaned for it to stop, she pleaded softly as she ached just to surrender herself to the rhapsody. Panting and twitching, she felt herself relentlessly strolling toward a crippling climax that would no doubt prove the means to dislodge her. The worst part was that Tanya was powerless to prevent it. The beast was just too expert at its work.

The beast stopped suddenly. Pausing in its task, all movement had ended with the surrender of its intentions or the sating of its desires. Only the point that had penetrated her rear remained animate. The alien finger poked around just past the barrier that had so ineffectually staved off its entry.

Tanya was torn between being glad that it had failed to break her, and misery that she had been deprived of a most glorious release.

With a shove that lifted her up a full two feet, the vast tentacle behind this small tip crammed forward. It slid into her and negotiated the twists and turns of her innards with perfect skill. The widening length expanded her anus to such a degree that she feared she would be torn in two by the rash intrusion. Her entire abdomen seemed to erupt with agony. The tracts roared out their hatred of this insane trespass. Her arms slipped free of the ring and this left only her hands clenched to the metal hoop.

Her howl was suddenly smothered as the monster yanked back. It kept the extremity tensed to create a hold that coiled throughout her rectum. The searing distress of having her belly used as a handhold was unable to be voiced because she was dragged under the surface.

Tanya's arms snapped taut and her fingers managed to remain successfully clutched to the iron ring. The monster pulled and twisted its holds and Tanya feared that it would drag her innards free if it did not desist.

The pain was almost more than she could bear, and the possibility of letting go was one she came dangerously close to succumbing to. The scream she had been unleashing as she was dragged under had lost her precious air and the occasional virulent jerk caused yet more to bubble free. Such assaults forced her to answer the distress with howls and they deliberately cut short the duration that she could remain submerged and conscious for. Drowning was becoming a greater certainty with each passing moment.

The creature gave up and returned to the thrusting carnal assault after having failed in its mission of tearing her from her perch.

Tanya hauled herself up. The exertion needed to clear the surface with the weight of the creature she had yet to see made every muscle in her arms flicker with fiery shots of strain. Her features emerged and she gasped for breath. The rash inhale sucked in a quantity of the gelatinous waters and after coughing up this sludge, she wheezed and gasped.