"Oh yes, Mistress! Torture me in any way you wish!" she decreed.
Tanya's eyes rolled as she stared with glazed focus on the image of the woman's boots.
"You want to suffer for me then, slave?" she added.
The Mistress was clearly seeking to have Tanya confirm and commit to her conjured proclamations.
"Yes, Mistress. Anything to please you, Mistress," Tanya sobbed.
The lure of sensual input of any variety was so strong that she would assent to anything to gain it. The dark magic was more powerful than anything she had encountered before. It corrupted her instantly and deeply. She could see what effect it was having on her, but she could do nothing to stop herself. The evil force was throwing her onwards on a lascivious tidal wave that she could not oppose.
The Mistress reached up and took down one of the candles. She held it above the "V' of Tanya's quaking and pregnable legs and a steady tilt brought a cascade of wax down that splattered on her inner thighs. The strangely insubstantial trickles suddenly gave way to jolts of hot dismay. The scorching effects made Tanya unleash a startled cry.
She poured more wax onto her as the woman let a steady drip of rain fall on her Tanya's skin to coat the inner surfaces of her legs. Each and every droplet made Tanya spasm and wail softly. In turn, the dildo started to gather more speed. The slow continual shake escalated continually as more pain coursed through her body. The dark magic was stealing this valuable energy to fuel its enchantment.
The hesitant pain and the extreme pleasure tore at her with vivid fangs. The frozen splashes were swiftly joined by a steady application of more droplets and Tanya felt herself being coated in a searing second skin of black wax. As the initial areas dried, her shivering thighs cracked the crust. This caused particles to fall away and let the torturess pour new molten trails into the splits, again to seal them.
Spots started to land on her buttocks. The lines that sped down her rear caused her to shake and mewl even more energetically. The knots rubbed her clit and rear, and their chafing touch was merged with pleasure as the dildo continued to feast on her distress and vibrate at a joyous rate.
The seductive movements of Tanya's luscious adversity prompted a sudden end. The woman set the candle back amongst the others and moved to gather new toys.
Crouching down before Tanya's tear-streaked face, she placed her hand to her slave's features. Her nails sunk into Tanya's cheeks and forced her jaws wide.
"Now, where are we? Aha!" she said and the other hand darted in and grabbed her tongue with a ferocious pinch. Tanya gave a momentary squawk as she felt the painted talons dig into the soft flesh.
"Out we come, slave," ordered the woman.
The Mistress pulled the length out to an extent that made the root murmur with pain. She held Tanya's extended tongue in place with a most uncomfortable grip, which left her unable to close her jaws lest she risk biting off the organ.
Tanya could only helplessly watch as the woman brought up two small stems of wood. They had been connected at one end by numerous coils of cord that locked the sticks together. The other end had similar strings attached, but they not fastened, yet. This created a savage set of delicate timber pincers.
The open end was parted and threaded onto her tongue. The implement was slid on until her tongue was half way along and the flesh was squeezed in a painful press. The extended ends of the two sticks dug into the corners of her mouth, but she could do nothing as she stared lovingly at the woman that was now preparing new torment for her.
Closing her fingers to the open side, the torturess brought the two ends together and held them. This wrung the base of Tanya's tongue so forcefully, she burbled and begged her to take it off her mouth. Tanya's words were too distorted by the clamp to be understood and the Mistress merely ignored her, anyway. The strangling bite was painful and as she tried to pull her tongue out of it, she found that it was impossible. The swell of flesh beyond the sticks left her unable to slither back through the crimping stems.
"Oh she really does not like that does she?" asked her Master.
Tanya felt his hand take hold of her shin and use it as a handhold while he leaned around to take a better look. The Mistress smiled and the loose cords were knotted to leave the bizarre gag entrenched and immobile.
"But if she wants to please me, she will!" said the Mistress with a severe tone.
Sobbing, Tanya pulled at her bonds and tried to find some way in which to alleviate her stresses. The effects of the gag replaced the loss of waxen rain and this pain helped feed the toy. The device thrummed within her and merged her pain and pleasure into a cocktail that she had no means to accurately judge. She hated the pain, but without it, the toy would not be pleasuring her so divinely. The paradox was broiling her sanity and perverting her psyche even more monstrously than before.
Her Master stepped behind Tanya and started to gather up her hair. Weaving rope into it, the plait was merged expertly with lines of rope and braids of hair to create a firm and anchoring hybrid. A metal ring was knotted to the very end and with the click of heels and stomp of boots, they both moved away.
A wave into the blackness brought forth a clatter of animated chain. The links spat down from above and snapped a hook into the circle of iron. The chain withdrew instantly and pulled the rope to drag Tanya up by her hair. Her roots bellowed with rage as they were used to haul her up and out like some mode of organic hammock.
Tanya snarled against her gag as her rear was levelled out to allow them to continue as they wished. The Mistress returned between her stretched legs and took down a fresh candle as she went.
Her Master crouched down before her and stared up into her grimacing features. He rested his arms across his knees and prepared to watch the show his partner would create.
The Mistress attacked Tanya's quivering buttocks with the wax and poured it onto the weal-streaked flesh. Tanya had hoped that the welts would deaden the feeling in her rear, but the minor damage to the skin in no way spared her any suffering, in fact the bruises proved a hefty assistant in tormenting her.
Hollering onto her pernicious gag, Tanya squirmed and choked some mangled words to seek mercy. All the while, she was torn between the extreme ecstasy of the toy and the rending anguish of her ever-worsening bondage and torment. However, the suffering soon started to rise and mar her pleasure. The toy vibrated the crotch knot and the rough ball ground endlessly against her clit to make it increasingly raw the longer and more wildly the toy beat her pussy.
Even with all her pain, Tanya started to feel an orgasm looming. The increase in her travail brought the toy to a thrashing rabid fit of sanity sapping stimulation. Gasping for breath, driven with anguish, Tanya felt the bliss gathering and starting to eat away at the pain. The ecstasy was making her amiable to her distress and then she actually began to enjoy it. She was being seduced by the hot bite of the wax, the aching chafe to her belly, the strain on her hair, and the contortion of her defenceless form.
Tanya's eyes were captured by the physique of her Master. Every curve, every muscle, every glint of light upon his leather attire was making her weep with desire. She imagined that the wild toy within her was his manhood and that at any moment, he would close in and kiss her again. She was sure that one brush of his tongue to her captive organ would bring her to immediate climax.
The torturess spied the approach of relief and decided to keep her in such a starved and heady state. Setting the candle aside, she grabbed a cane and delivered it onto Tanya's exposed rump with a deep penetrating thwack. A second after its application, Tanya hollered and lurched against her bonds. The densely compressed nerves revealed their mistreatment with a vicious and lengthy unveiling.
The Master shuffled forward a little and reached up to caress her cheek. The act of fondness made her well with happiness and as fresh tears started to course down her cheeks, she heard the cane hurtling through the air again.
The lithe weapon rained down onto Tanya without relent. The layer of wa
x shattered under its assault and proved no barrier to its effects. The stroke of the cruel device was increased by the intricate pattern of already tender contusions. Tanya screamed with full vigour as she was soundly thrashed.
As Tanya feared might occur, the pain made the toy increase its toil yet again and she was worked ever so slowly up through the folds of rhapsody toward release. The toy worked diligently to bring her to climax, but the sheer havoc being heaped upon her was making the rise lethargic. It kept her in a heady trance where she was tricked into exulting in the savagery of her lot.
The cane fell repeatedly, which taught Tanya to love her torment. The weapon was reworking her psyche, moulding it into the configuration of a hopeless masochist abandoned to the cruel rule of Master and Mistress.
Dripping with perspiration, Tanya began to convulse with fright as the sheer potency of her imminent orgasm began to expose itself. The sensations were terrifyingly intense and she released incomprehensible pleas for the woman to stop. The Mistress answered with the ongoing swipe of the cane while her Master merely smiled and offered his soothing touches to her reddened face.
Tanya's mouth stretched open into an impossible yawn while she was engrossed in maximal release. Her screech filled the air and she bounced and strained every muscle. Her head craned forward and her body quivered like the toy that was slotted within her. Orgasm struck and seemed to rampage through every particle of her anatomy.
Wailing against a perfect blend of purest agony and ecstasy, Tanya could do nothing as the woman thrashed into her presented rear with heinous strokes. The Mistress pushed Tanya further through the twin and radically different spires of ultimate experience. She escalated the effects of the toy with every stroke and through Tanya's already formidable distress.
The cane ceased its application and Tanya fell languid into the arms of her bondage. Hanging loose and weeping freely, her mind dripped with bloody tears of shock. The intensity of the event had left her dazed and torn up by these new emotions. She swore she could not handle them, that they were overwhelming her.
"Here comes a reward, slave. Enjoy it because your Mistress does not bestow them often," said her Master with a wry and knowing smile.
The torturess moved around in front of her and held Tanya's head. The woman placed it into her cleavage so that Tanya could cry and release her distraught response. Tanya felt exorcised, cleansed in mind and body by the ordeal, as though she had overcome some great obstacle and was now liberated from any guilt or personal defect by the intensity of what she had been forced to go though at the hands of this perfect sadist.
"Tell me that you love me, slave," she whispered softly.
"Ah uvv oo, istrefh," she croaked weakly over the strange gag.
New flows of tears ran down her cheeks, but spawned from adoration. The words had not merely been said, they were wholeheartedly believed.
"Good slave," commented the woman.
The Mistress started to untie the strands in her hair and Tanya swung back down. Hanging apathetic in her bonds, the fury of the event still lingered within her and filled every nerve with a twisting stash of excess feeling.
The ankle cuffs sprung open and before Tanya fell, the arcane hold grabbed her and lowered her toward the floor. The unseen fist reversed her at the last moment so that she settled down onto her knees.
Tanya was held upright by this grip and she felt her Master using strands of rope to connect the knot at her back and reach the coils down to her ankles. The two lengths sucked in all slack to bend her backward and leave Tanya unable to straighten up. Her chest was thrust into the air and her head was left draping on a moribund neck.
Her crotch rope was swiftly untied and the act of the dildo being pulled from her tender loins caused her to spasm and cry out from the flash of sensation brought by its flight. Tanya tried to jerk upright but the ropes to her ankles prevented it. The sudden fight of balance and bondage almost caused her to fall over.
The rope was wound about her waist again, but this time the knot at the base of her spine allowed the rest of the rope to traverse between her legs. This pressed the knots to her anus and clit once more before they rose directly up to attach to the overhead beam. With this uncomfortable support, she was prevented from lowering and any movement of her legs or body caused the rope at her crotch to chafe. She could not lie down and she could not rise. Tanya found herself trapped in the contorted bondage pose.
The torturess settled down before Tanya's front. She knelt where Tanya could not see her because her head was still flopped back. Even though Tanya's neck was aching from being left loose, she just did not have the energy to correct or resist the pose.
Hands reached around to her splayed thighs and began to run up and down the smooth flesh. The woman caressed the parted limbs so she might savour the feel her exposed slave.
The hands of the Mistress continued to meander. They ran along the arch of her chest as it was bent up into the air by the bonds. Fondling assessment covered her breasts and because the bound assets were flushed with colour and sensation, Tanya felt her arousal gather once more. The manual exploration of her anatomy by the woman was stoking a new and vigorous lust.
Pinches grabbed Tanya's nipples. The woman rolled the nuggets over in harsh grips to make Tanya stiffen and groan. She could not stop herself from relishing her lowly lot as her delicious owner examined her.
"You remember our bargain, slave?" she asked softly.
"Es, ithtrth," moaned Tanya, her tongue still snared by the sticks.
The organ was full of a chill pounding mayhem and this was the only thing she could detect in the numb length. Excitement tickled Tanya's mind. The realisation that she might actually get to service her owner suddenly brought her to an expectant silence.
The woman arose and walked back around. Her deft fingers released the cord and removed the gag. Tanya grimaced and snapped her maw closed. Her tongue remained lifeless in her mouth and exploded with denied feeling. Moaning and shuddering, Tanya worked her way through the effects of renewed circulation.
Tanya heard the soft rustle of leather being moved. Her eyes jerked open and she immediately forgot about the woe that was coursing through her mouth.
The torturess was standing before her. She was pulling down her thong to reveal a naked sex that was shaven smooth and Tanya's eyes widened with jubilation. Her heart accelerated to a rapid beat and the Mistress stepped forward and knelt down. Her thigh boots parted and she offered her pussy to the inverted face of her slave.
Tanya craned her head out and tried to reach her goal as soon as possible. However, the woman kept her treasure just out of reach to force Tanya into a dedicated fight to try to get to her. The scent of the woman filled Tanya's nostrils and she yearned to taste of her Mistress.
The torturess moved a little closer. Tanya's crippled tongue found new life and stretched forward as far as it could. The tip hovered in empty air and was mere millimetres from the revealed lips of the woman's pussy.
Another tiny shuffle forward permitted Tanya to graze the succulent skin. Her very tip just about brushed her owner while the woman glared down at her from above and relished the teasing of her supplicant possession.
The torturess moved forward a little more and permitted Tanya to run her tip along her vulva. The taste of warm feminine juices spread across Tanya's palate like divine nectar. The flavour intoxicated the adoring slave and made her desire more.
"Are you ready, slave?" she quizzed.
"Oh yes, Mistress! Thank you! Thank you for this honour!" Tanya blurted.
She forgot everything. Her one and only need was to give her owner the pleasure she herself had felt.
Without further exchange, the woman turned around and shifted back. Tanya watched the succulent rear of the woman pass overhead. The white cheeks gave way to lush bald loins that lowered onto her trapped head and bent it back a little more before trapping it between locked thighs.
Held in place and with her mouth pressed int
o soft sex, Tanya joyously let her tongue drift up and into the warm velvet tracts. Revelling in the taste and feel of servicing her owner, Tanya became light-headed with utter bliss.
The woman stiffened with the first lick and took hold of Tanya's hair. She held tightly as though it were a rein, using it to keep her slave captive between her thighs and then devoted to her oral task.
Tanya rolled her tongue into the intimate caverns of the woman. She tickled her clit and added long laps and deep thrusts. She played circles of motions on her and spilled the flat of her tongue upon her erect clitoris. Tanya's work was sporadic and ever changing. She wanted to do everything at once. Her desire to probe and explore her owner made her tongue a wild and random creature.
The woman moved forward and forced Tanya to consume her rear. Tanya's face was wedged between the firm buttocks of the gorgeous dominant sadist and her tongue wantonly flashed through the puckered bud. Delving into the orifice, Tanya licked deeply before being returned to her original place of worship.
Hands reached back and started to attend Tanya's breasts as she worked. Looking up across the leather fields of dense corset into the pale gorgeous countenance of her oppressor, Tanya felt like a supplicant mortal pinned before an almighty goddess.
The torturess was breathing deeply and sighing with pleasure as Tanya used every method she could to heighten the woman's joy. Pinches and scratches ran over Tanya's flesh, refining her submission, making her relish this lot even more fanatically. The woman continued to grope with harsh attention, this being her very nature. Tenderness was almost alien for the Mistress, and Tanya would not have had it any other way. A dark charm had been laid in her soul from this place. She did not know whether it was artificially created by magic, or the lingering product of her harsh years of destitution and then sexual slavery. Her time in Sebastian's cellar had set some hidden curse of masochism in her soul and had forged a secret pit of decadence.
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