by Tessa Valmur
‘Hurts... stop... please...’ Tanya begged, as she watched first her right breast being cruelly constricted with cord. Her pleading was ignored and if the men had earlier bound her breasts achingly tight the girl subjected them to an even more mercilessly tight binding.
With both her tits bound into swollen cones of dark crimson flesh, Tanya could only jerk her arms ineffectually as the tears coursed down her cheeks and she was forced to watch her tits turn from crimson to purple. The young girl was plainly delighted by Tanya’s acute suffering and to torment and humiliate her further she pulled her own white T-shirt off over her head and mockingly caressed her own pert breasts, pulling the cotton of her bra cups down under the swell of her breasts to reveal her tits and stroke and caress them as she stood before where Tanya hung bound by her outstretched arms. Speaking in Spanish she then invited one of the men to sample her breasts and Tanya was forced to watch as the man buried his head in her cleavage before closing his mouth on one of her dark nipples, sucking vigorously until it stood firm and hard, glistening with wetness while the man’s mouth roamed from the girl’s breast to her neck and then mouth.
After letting the man get himself thoroughly aroused playing with her, the girl then shoved him away and pointed at Tanya. The man grinned lecherously and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth allowed himself a moment to stand and feast his eyes on Tanya.
‘Please...they ache so much, don’t touch them,’ begged Tanya.
Ignoring her pleading, the man caressed each cord-bound orb of heavy flesh with his hands, squeezing them to appreciate their generous weight and jerking a cry of anguish from Tanya. Involuntarily and in response to the pain of feeling her tits constricted yet further, Tanya jerked an unfettered leg up, bringing her knee hard into the man’s groin. The man let out a guttural curse, the girl gave a derisive laugh and the other two men shouted something unintelligible to Tanya.
Tanya could then only watch with a growing sense of foreboding as the man stalked away to the baize covered table and promptly returned, a plaited leather riding crop in one hand. For one heart stopping moment Tanya imagined the man was going to be vindictive enough to use the whip on her bound breasts but he had other ideas.
Thwack!
‘Oww!’
Tanya let out a yelp of pain as the hard leather crop struck her left thigh.
Thwack!
‘Oww! Please, I’m sorry...’
A matching blow to her other thigh left her eyes smarting with the pain. The man grinned with satisfaction and hit her again this time on the inside of her left thigh.
‘Ouch! Not Fair! Don’t please...’
Thwack!
‘Now you let us fuck you or you get more pain, yes?’
‘Alright... whatever you want, just please don’t hit my thighs again, so sore...’
Tanya blinked back some tears and watched as the man promptly discarded the riding crop and moved close up against her outstretched body so that she felt the hardness of his cock press against the flat of her stomach. Guiding his cock into her pussy, the man used his free hand to grasp one of Tanya’s bound breasts. Stifling the urge to cry out as her throbbing tit was held up for the man to suck on, Tanya couldn’t prevent a gasp of pleasure as she felt the man’s cock slide deeply into her throbbing sex and at the same time her right tit was sucked fully into the man’s mouth and she felt the firmness of his teeth against her skin. The combined sensations triggered her climax and Tanya was still gasping breathlessly for air while the man pumped his cock repeatedly into her slick sex until with a satisfied grunt he came.
Tanya was left tethered to the cross, her tits still cruelly constricted by the tight cords, whilst she was forced to watch the young girl now discard the remainder of her clothes and using the bed spend the next fifteen minutes satisfying the other two men. By the time they turned their attention back to Tanya, her arms were aching dully from being held outstretched for so long and her poor breasts throbbed unbearably.
‘How they feel now?’ the girl demanded, caressing one of Tanya’s constricted breasts. Tanya could only whimper and sob as her breast was examined. Then to her complete dismay one of the men produced two large iron ball weights fastened to two sturdy steel pegs. Beg as Tanya might, she was forced to watch helplessly as her nipples were teased to full hardness then pulled taut and the pegs were fastened onto them. The weights dragged down excruciatingly on her tits but the tight cords held them in firm cones of swollen flesh, which now ached unbearably and all Tanya could do was to cry and sob whilst the men grinned at her distress.
After several agonising minutes the girl gave her a sympathetic smile and removed the weights and unwound the cords from Tanya’s breasts. By now Tanya was desperate to be allowed to rest but she was given no such chance and no sooner were the cords gone from her poor breasts than the men freed her arms from the cross and marched her to the couch, across which they dragged her, forcing her to bend over it and then be tied face down by the straps that hung ready at the corners. Tanya’s legs, her thighs still throbbing, were then drawn apart and they bound her by the ankles against the aluminium legs, which were themselves bolted onto the floor. She was now utterly helpless and could never have freed herself, but for their own amusement the men then took two more straps and used them to bind Tanya’s thighs tight against he legs of the couch. Of course the straps were placed across her thighs precisely where she’d been hit with the riding crop and as they were pulled taut Tanya could only sob and shake her head, begging them not to be so cruel.
Gazing over one shoulder Tanya saw with dismay one of the men holding what resembled a gleaming steel hook about a foot or two in size and an inch or more in diameter. Fastened to the end of the hook was a length of thin rope and whilst Tanya was forced to lie helplessly tethered and wondering what purpose was behind the device, the girl came to stand before her and with a bottle in one hand made a show of dribbling a generous amount of viscous liquid from the bottle over her other hand. She then said something Tanya didn’t understand but a moment later Tanya knew just what was to happen to her next.
‘No... please...don’t...’
Tanya squirmed and writhed desperately as the girl’s fingers coated in the treacly liquid were rubbed between her buttocks. A second later and Tanya felt the girl finger her anus and then her fingers, slippery with the mixture from the bottle were insinuated into Tanya’s rear passage.
‘Oh no.... please...stop...’
Tanya gave a gasp as she felt what she guessed were all of the girl’s fingers being forced into her anus. The giant hook, which was in fact not pointed at the end but gently rounded, was held before her for her to see. The polished aluminium glistened with liquid, which dripped slowly from its enormous curved shaft. As Tanya gazed in dismay at the device she felt the girl withdraw her fingers and a second later the bulbous curved end of the hook was forced into Tanya’s rectum.
‘No...too much, take it out! Please!’
The cool metal was guided home into Tanya’s arse and the long shaft of aluminium was left resting up Tanya’s back from her cruelly divided buttocks to the small of her back.
‘Ouuch! Let go of my hair!’
Tanya shook her head in objection but it was too late. Whilst the girl, having caught hold of Tanya’s long blonde hair pulled it into a taut ponytail, one of the men had set about binding the fine rope secured to the hook around Tanya’s hair. Repeatedly the rope was bound around and around and after each full loop it was knotted fast. By the time they were finished the rope was wrapped around Tanya’s ponytail seven times and before the first knot had been applied the girl had pulled Tanya’s head tautly back so that when they were finished Tanya was left with her head dragged painfully far and when the pressure grew too much and she tried to lower her head forward to ease the pain on her neck, the hook embedded in her arse was forced deeper still making her howl and
curse with impotent rage and all too soon tears were pouring down her cheeks and she was begging then hysterically pleading with her tormentors to free her from the cruel device.
‘You enjoy, yes? We give you more fun, you want this don’t you baby?’ goaded one of the men whilst he stood watching her suffering.
‘Let me go! Please! Let me go!’ cried Tanya, certain she couldn’t bear the torture any longer.
‘Keep still baby... we give you good feel now.’
After a few moments agonising wait whilst the men and the girl did something behind her which there was no way Tanya could observe so long as her head was dragged back and held immobile by the rope bound to her ponytail. She could only lie, quietly sobbing and cursing her predicament and wishing that the discomfort of being tethered thus would end.
‘UUHH!’
Without warning Tanya was subjected to an electric shock discharged deep into her anus. The swines had put an electric charge to the aluminium hook that was embedded in her rump! The second shock made her howl and jerk like mad but all that did was to increase the pain from her rope bound ponytail that was pulled maddeningly tight.
‘Uuhh!’
Another shock was delivered and the sensation however agonising also served to push Tanya to the brink of having an orgasm.
‘Please... please...’ she begged breathlessly.
Sensing that she was about to come the girl had the wires disconnected from the hook and then the rope binding her hair was unknotted and mercifully the terrible device that was embedded in her now throbbing rear passage was removed.
‘Okay, now you get to try new machine.’
‘No, please let me rest,’ Tanya begged, writhing pathetically against the straps that held her down across the couch. The thought that her pussy was now to be subjected to a mechanical shafting with a massive dildo was heaven sent for Tanya. If there was one thing she could never have too much of it was a decent fuck and the idea of being on the end receiving of the device the men had unveiled sent delicious ripples through her young body. She wasn’t of course going to let on to her tormentors though and as they moved the machine to up behind her spread legs and fitted one of the largest heads on the piston shaft, Tanya began struggling and begging for them to leave her alone.
‘Okay, pretty girl, let’s see how you like this.’
Tanya closed her eyes and tensed herself for what was to come but then to her dismay and to the annoyance of the three men and their female accomplice the ship’s sirens sounded the alarm.
Chapter Twelve
Having had a few glasses of wine with lunch, which he was forced to abandon, Miles took a taxi to Sturmberger’s Mayfair house, more than irritated at being summoned without any explanation. It was a Sunday and the young German businessman made a rule of never working on a Sunday so whatever it was, Miles reckoned, it had to be pretty damn important. His first thought was that something had happened to Tanya. The city was pretty quiet and the journey from the bistro in Chelsea where he was lunching with friends was managed in nearly half the time it would have taken during the working week.
The electric gates to Strumberger’s house were as usual closed but Miles had only a moment to wait before the German’s voice answered the buzzer and promptly Miles was let in, the gates gliding shut behind him as having paid off the taxi he walked up the drive and jabbed the doorbell. Sturmberger greeted him, dressed in only a brocade dressing gown. Locking the door behind Miles, Sturmberger looked at his business associate with an expression of complete despondency.
‘What the hell is wrong?’ Miles demanded.
‘My prize ship has been seized by pirates!’
‘Pirates? You have to be kidding?’
‘A drugs cartel to be accurate, operating with speedboats. They must have known what was in the cargo; less than twelve hours off the coast and they hit it during the night.’
‘What was the cargo?’ Miles asked.
Sturmberger shook his head and gestured for them to go down the mahogany panelled corridor. Miles followed his business associate into his private study where Sturmberger slumped despondently into a dark red leather armchair.
‘There’s some twenty-one year old malt in the square decanter, help yourself my friend,’ he said wearily.
Miles poured them both a glass and handing one to Sturmberger took a seat opposite him.
‘Well, what was the cargo?’ Miles repeated.
Sturmberger gave a sigh, took a sip from his glass and wiped his hand over his face before he spoke.
‘Guns.’
‘Guns?’
‘Ja, ja. I had a good order for a consignment of guns. They were on the ship. Someone must have tipped off these drugs cartel people. They knew what they were after even if the ship’s Captain did not even know that he was transporting them.’
‘What!’
‘It was a secret, it was a private deal, quietly done, you know, no import taxes, no tedious paperwork. Just a healthy profit.’
‘How could you have been so stupid?’ snapped Miles.
Sturmberger looked indignantly at the other man for a minute then he shook his head and took another gulp from the glass he held.
‘It had seemed so easy. They were all in cases labelled machine parts, hardly anyone knew. There has never been a problem before.’
‘You’ve shipped guns to South America before? Who to for Christ’s sake?’ Miles demanded.
‘To some freedom fighters who could pay good money for second hand Russian stuff that I bought from a broker in Ukraine.’
‘Freedom fighters? You mean a drugs cartel, don’t you?’
‘Well, they use the drugs money to finance themselves.’
‘And I bet once they knew your shipping schedule they decided to save you the trouble of paying harbour fees!’
‘You think this is funny!’
‘No, but I think you’re stupid. Call yourself a businessman? So tell me just what happened,’ Miles demanded irritably.
‘There’s nothing more to tell; they boarded the container ship by speedboats. The crew just had time to radio for help and sound the alarm then they were overpowered. An old freighter was brought alongside; the bandits broke open all the crates with the guns and put them on the freighter. They also stole other things that caught their eye as well, I’m afraid Michael.’
‘Such as?’
‘The girl, they abducted her.’
‘Tanya?’
‘Yes, our pretty blonde is now the property of some South American drugs cartel. I am sorry...’
‘That’s not going to be much consolation for her!’
‘I was thinking for us, she was employed as one of my crew, her family will have to be notified and they will doubtless want to sue my company for negligence or when her body turns up they’ll sue for compensation.’
‘All you can think about is the financial aspect of this? What about Tanya? What’s going to happen to her?’
‘Who knows?’ Sturmberger shrugged, stood up and walked across to a door on the far side of the room to that which they had entered by.
‘So that’s it? There’s nothing we can do?’
‘Well my dear chap, it’s not as if they’ve asked for a ransom. Anyway I thought you should know what was going on. I interrupted my Sunday so that you might be informed straight away.’
‘Thanks, that was very thoughtful of you,’ Miles answered somewhat tersely.
Sturmberger pushed open the door, revealing a mirror walled mini gymnasium. Sat astride a weights machine, her bare legs and arms bound to the chrome poles of the machine with silk cords was a young woman. She was naked except for a red leather hood that covered her head completely except for her mouth and nostrils and was drawn tight at the back of her head with laces.
Sturmbe
rger walked into the gymnasium, opening his brocade dressing gown as he made his way across to where the girl was forced into a kneeling position and tied to the weights machine.
‘She can’t hear a thing, there’s cotton wool; in her ears and the mask is padded. Neither can she see. She is reliant on her sense of smell and of course her sense of taste.’
As Sturmberger spoke he held his semi-flaccid cock close before her nose and Miles watched as the girl who had remained quite still until that moment suddenly stirred.
Sturmberger eased himself a little closer and the head of his cock brushed the girl’s lips. Immediately she craned her head forward and licked enthusiastically.
‘What a darling little thing she is. She knows that she’ll be stuck here until she’s satisfied me. See how eager she is to do that?’
Miles watched as the girl eagerly licked and sucked at the offered cock, quickly making it harden and thicken.
‘Who is she?’ Miles asked.
The girl must have been in her early twenties he guessed. It was hard to tell with the leather hood covering her head. She had pale white skin, a little lightly tanned around her neck and forearms. Her skin was lightly freckled and wisps of russet hair showed from the edges of the leather mask. She had pert, slightly upturned breasts and long, slender legs. Her waist was slim as were her arms, which twisted a little against the silk cords that bound her against the chrome poles.
‘Her name’s Becky: she answered an advert I ran in one of the fee mags. “Wanted, willing young girl for home help. Smart address, central London, maximum 12 hours a week work in exchange for free board. Applicants should be enthusiastic, fit and eager to please. Photo essential.” She only started last week but she’s coming along nicely.’
‘So I see,’ said Miles.
‘Would you like a turn?’
‘I think I could be tempted.’
‘She’s really quite good...’ sighed Sturmberger his breathing quickening as the girl’s mouth closed around his cock and her sucking propelled him now rapidly towards ejaculation.