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The Training of Tanya 2
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The Training of Tanya 2
Copyright © 2010 Bruce McLachlan
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The Training of Tanya
Book Two
By
Bruce McLachlan
Chapter One
With a soft moan, Tanya started to rise from her swoon. Her hands traced her body and she assessed the grumbling contusions forced upon her skin. Slowly, she started to notice that she was unbound. The various impediments to her movement seemed to have been removed while she was unconscious.
Opening heavy eyelids, she found herself still in the circle of light. Her owners were present and they were leaning against a new engine of restraint that had been drawn in while Tanya was left unaware.
The sadistic Mistress ran her ebony nails down one of the metal support beams and looked over to Tanya with a wicked leer.
Two dense steel struts rose up to just above head height and were connected by a cross beam that bore two widely spaced shackles. The two steel bands were open at the centre and the hinged affairs were filled with leather padding on the interior surface. On the outside were a number of jagged metal spikes that flew forth as savage decoration.
The upper surface of the crossbeam was embellished with a row of some twenty squat candles of black wax that had all been lit. The small tears of flame fluttered and bathed the entire sight in a warmer hue.
Hooks on the support beams held various implements and the solid metal construction bored into the floor to make the apparatus exceedingly stable. There were lengths of black rope, some crops and canes, a paddle or two, and smaller implements that she could not make out because they were semi-hidden amongst the rest of the perverse arsenal.
"Come here, slave," ordered her Master.
He was standing to one side. His arms were at his sides and he fixed her with a firm stare. The recall of her ravishment sent a shiver through her body. She gave a brief look to his crotch and ferreted for every part of the memory that she could.
The sublime torturess was caressing the construction with fondness, as though this was her favourite toy or perhaps a new version that she was most eager to try out.
Acting instantly, Tanya forced herself up and crawled over on all fours. Her slow gait caused her body to wiggle wantonly and the eyes of the couple lit up at such a vision.
"She will make a fine pet," offered the Mistress.
"Perhaps. We shall see, in time. But we have other lessons for her today," considered her Master.
He removed a weave of rope and stepped over to Tanya while she settled onto her haunches. The skin immediately flashed with old anguish. The welts gained a shred of their former heat from the pressure and thus plagued her anew. Tanya merely ignored the minor distress and remained still. She felt swollen with submission and her body stayed to attention as her oppressor's boots clomped toward her.
Strong gloved hands brushed her body and he started to use the rope to engulf her. A congregation of knots formed between her shoulder blades and twin lines of the coarse rope flashed around her torso. Riding above and below her breasts, they wrung the flesh through the woven jaws. Her assets started to swell with new feeling and the crimp at their base brought a dull throb that stomped through them. The ache was rendered acute at the sites where clamps had punished her.
The ropes tightened upon Tanya. They squeezed her chest and made each inhale battle their cinch. Her arms were twisted up her back and locked into the mire of rope. The strands lanced around her wrists and then reached out to grab above and below her elbows. The weave hauled in until her arms were smarting from being pressed so tightly to her back that she could barely even twitch them.
Without word, the torturess lifted a slender pale hand. Her eyes gave a shimmer of supernatural influence and her indomitable will again started to control reality. The invisible force that answered her commands engulfed Tanya and lifted her up by her ankles. The power was like no normal grip and seemed to lift her from within rather than from the application of any external force.
With a groan of answer to the straining effects of suspension, Tanya was hauled up into the air. Hanging by her feet, her legs were pulled apart so that they might be slotted into the metal fetters. Tanya gave a struggle against the ropes to feel how secure she was, and successfully impressed upon herself her own vulnerability to the situation.
On a smooth glide through the air, Tanya was delivered into the trammels. The metal slammed shut and the soft interior pressed tightly about her ankles. The psychokinetic sorcery vanished and left her hanging inverted and splayed. Tanya's head was elevated from the flagstones by just a few inches and her hair trailed on the floor.
"Did you enjoy your last lesson, slave?" he asked.
"Yes Master. I did. Thank you."
The stern figure moved over to her captive form and conducted a brief check of her ropes. He pulled at strands and tugged at knots to ensure that nothing had shifted or come loose during her brief voyage. The graze of his hand to her bare skin made Tanya's heart flutter, and when his hands started to brush her stretched inner thighs, she gave a small hiss of excitement.
"I enjoyed the use of your body, slave," he announced.
"I am glad, Master," she replied quickly.
Tanya's mouth stretched open with awe as she felt his fingers travel closer to her exposed pussy and circle around the edge of her pubic hair. Tanya gave a little pip when he pinched at a tuft and then she relaxed as he went back to stroking her.
"But I think you should show your devotion to the pleasure of your Mistress this time. After all, we both own you, and should both take our pleasure from you."
"Yes, Master. Of course."
It seemed that they were still concerned that she could not handle submitting to her own gender. Unaware of her past, they were verifying her admissions and were going to test them one more time. It did not matter to Tanya. She would abase herself and serve the torturess just as readily as her Master. Their partnership offered her much. She would have the carnal affections of male or female, along with the sheer brutal sadism of the Mistress, and the more generous chastisement of the Master.
The woman stepped before her and crouched down. The moan of stretching leather instantly aroused Tanya's fetishistic cravings.
Staring at the upside down image of her owner, with blood rushing to her head, Tanya felt nothing but keen arousal at the sight of the woman. Her libidinous thirst was distinctly rising as her eyes panned across the leather-clad form of the sultry sadist. The lure of her was increased as she felt her Master, again, stroke her inner thi
ghs and rear.
The woman settled onto her knees before Tanya and rose up so that her loins were right before her slave's face. One stern hand clamped about her throat and held her in place so that she could not indulge the temptation to lean forward and steal kisses. The other trailed a finger slowly up Tanya's body.
The higher it rose, the quicker Tanya's breathing became. The feel of her tormentor working her way to a lewdly exposed pussy was piquing the hope that she would be pleasured.
The finger reached her pubic forest and burrowed into it. As it slid through the slit of her sex, Tanya rode lewdly along it to encourage lubrication. The hands of her Master focused upon her inner thighs and Tanya stared avidly at the leather-encased crotch of the Mistress.
Tanya moaned wantonly and twitched as she was teased. The finger that was so gloriously rocking into her had its bliss further fuelled by the images of the woman's belly directly before her eyes. Fantasies of licking and servicing the woman poured through Tanya's thoughts as she stared at the leather thong, the pale thighs, and the edge of the boots and corset. The scent of leather and of lubricious female flesh saturated her nostrils. All of it fed her libido great quantities of encouragement.
The stern grasp that was holding her throat kept her at bay and under control. The act of dominance accentuated Tanya's reactions.
The finger turned from merely sliding against her pussy and the digit started to dance upon her clitoris and focus all its attention on this most effective spot. Tanya moaned and gasped. She sobbed and sudden spasms jumped through her physique from the swelling force of pleasure. Her loins grew wet with absolute licentious craving.
"Do you want to service your Mistress, slave?" she asked softly.
Pulling her hand closer, she brought Tanya to within mere centimetres of the smooth polished pane of hide that hid and protected the most intimate regions of her owner.
"Oh yes, Mistress! Please! I'd give anything to service you. To bring you pleasure!" she blurted.
Tanya's hedonistic trance was making her promises reckless and ill thought out.
"You will have to prove it to me, slave. You have to earn your pleasures until you can show me that you are obedient," she whispered.
Her expert dextrous work was swiftly bringing Tanya toward orgasm.
"Yes, Mistress! I'll do anything for you. Do whatever you want with me as I am your slave," she stammered.
Tanya was barely able to recognise that she was saying the words. Had they managed to indoctrinate her to such an extent already?
"A very eager student," stated the torturess. "You may kiss me, slave, but do not dare touch my skin. You have not earned that privilege yet. Understand?" she added harshly.
Her grip about Tanya's throat momentarily intensified. The mildly strangling grip made her pressure-swollen head start to burn.
"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress," she croaked.
"Good," the Mistress curtly replied.
Both hands moved away to leave Tanya on the final build up to climax. Stalled and frustrated at the steps of an ascent to exemplary release, Tanya gritted her teeth at the neglect and winced as though slapped.
Tanya leaned her head slowly forward and her eyes remained locked to the image of the thong. Her carnal hunger was raging. Her tongue reached through her lips and before she even knew what she was doing, she was sobbing with delight while she gently tasted the undergarment. The knowledge that her Mistress was wearing it made the servile act infinitely more arousing. Beneath the flimsy sheet of tanned skin was her final goal, one she might achieve access to if she could but successfully endure another session of discipline.
The scent of the Mistress was strong. The torturess' own sensual enjoyment of punishing and breaking a slave was fully illustrated by the perfume that was soaked into the well-worn thong. Careful to comply with the rules of her service, Tanya kept her tongue to the smooth leather and adored it until the woman stepped away.
"Very good, slave. I'm pleased with your progress thus far, but we have much more to do," attested the Mistress.
The woman took up a brass handle from a side beam. The polished stem bore a long bushel of wide leather straps that leapt from one end.
The soft strands shuffled with her motions and brushed against her thigh boots as she strode back before Tanya. Her thong glittered with the sparkles of light that caught Tanya's saliva.
"First, we are going to tenderise that hungry little hole," she crooned.
The Mistress shook the handle and made the strands of the flogger cavort prior to the overhead swing that launched them into the air and down between Tanya's legs. The wide strips diffused the pain and spread it through a larger area, but the area itself was terribly susceptible and the effects were still strenuous.
The soft thwack of the whip rocked the air as Tanya gurgled and released strained whimpers of dismay. She felt her inner thighs and crotch flogged with a steady rhythm. The woman repeatedly struck her chosen targets and as always, her face remained impassive and cold as she worked.
Tanya was thrashing madly against her bonds after only a few strokes. The distress was marked with a strange virulent pleasure as the leather lapped at her pussy. Though it was a tiny portion of joy, one that was almost lost within the storm of the punishment, it still enhanced the punishment and made it considerably more tolerable.
After a few dozen strokes, the whip turned briefly to her strangled breasts. This brought Tanya to a twirling fit as she tried to evade the stinging swipes that licked at her assets and imparted hot spikes of feeling. The torturess stood tensed before her slave, legs apart, perched on her heels, her arm flinging the strands out in casual sweeps. Tanya's nipples were the areas most pained by the flogging because the nuggets were already very raw from the various abuses the cruel and implacable woman had visited on them.
A trio of final lashes between her legs was bestowed and then the weapon was placed back on its hook. Tanya was left hanging limp with beads of sweat trickling down her form. Tears were in her eyes as a sense of relief flooded through her. Again, the endorphins from the flogging surged unchecked to bring a dizzying natural intoxication.
Her Master stole another collection of rope as her Mistress took up a bizarre phallic rod. The black length had several translucent crystals in its base and the gems were set in copper mounts and linked by strands of flowing arcane text. More runes and sigils dotted the entire length and these were embossed on the black sceptre in dark brazen lines.
"You'll find this product of dark magic far more enjoyable than the glove, slave. At least for a while anyway," the woman said.
The Mistress stepped forward with her acquisitions and proceeded, brusquely to slot the rod into Tanya's sex. Because she was already wet with desire, the dildo slithered in with ease. It opened her and filled her with its hefty dimensions. Tanya stiffened and her toes wiggled against the air. Her back arched and lifted her head up as she unleashed croaking sobs of response. The feel of it sliding into her depths was exquisite and the defilement by this weapon ran on until it nudged her deepest regions.
The rope was then brought into play. The black strand was tied about her with expert celerity and sterling skill. The strand hooked lines over her hips and ran around her waist. The plexus hauled the toy in as the strands joined and ran through her crotch. A knot pressed itself sternly to her clitoris and nudged the sheathed dildo. As her Master forged the weave, Tanya gave whimpers of rapture. Every time he caused the rod to move, or, when he brushed her loins, she wanted to surrender to his desire all the more devotedly.
Tanya looked around from side to side to catch glimpses of his boots and firm legs. The stolen images greatly bolstered her lust.
The rope parted at the knot on her clit and grabbed around the phallus while another section flung another cord over the base to stop Tanya rejecting it. The strands then pressed to her anus and another knot leant to her sphincter to reveal itself with every movement of her lower body.
"She is ready
for you," pronounced her Master.
The torturess threw an arm out in a clawed gesture and her hand suddenly flashed with diabolic energy. Black crackling arcs of power spread their ragged forks between her fingers and an opaque star started to muster in her palm. Her lithe digits curled in and fed the welling ball of sickly radiance.
"Oh no! Please! Mistress! No!" she cried.
Tanya's innate fear of the glove made her quake and wriggle from the similarity of this sight to that awful device of torture. The squirming made the rope chafe against her, but she was too afraid to remain still.
"Nooooo. Master! Don't let her do this to me!" she screamed.
Bringing her hand forward, the woman touched the base of the dildo. The power instantly seemed to shift into it. The charge wriggled into the structure and poured into the jewels to have them suddenly glow with lurid black light.
When the transfer of energy was completed, the dildo started to move of its own accord. Acting slowly at first, it then began to gather speed, accelerating as the dark magic brought steady oscillations. The shaft quivered within Tanya and teased her womb in the most delightful way. Her holler of terror dropped through octaves into a throaty gurgling murmur of ecstasy.
Tanya whimpered softly and closed her eyes. The vibrating shaft was making her belly melt with joy.
"There. Isn't that nice, slave?" quizzed the torturess.
"Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you, thank you so much," Tanya declared with enthusiasm.
The walls of her pussy clenched to the device as it toyed with her insides. The proximity of dark magic as it used her body started to infect her mind with a more distinct act. The power of vice was a desire that the black magics found highly agreeable as a form of sustenance and Tanya's already cracked psyche began to focus more diligently on seeking more punishment. She was aching to feel the suffering that the grim energies wanted. The near sentient force required it as its own variety of food.
"You want to be punished, slave?" gently asked the Mistress.
The woman was well aware of the nature of the power and what it would do. She ran her nails down Tanya's inner thighs and the light scratches elevated the voluptuous responses.
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