Tanya's Torment

by Tessa Valmur

  Miles watched as the German was made to come and then sucked dry. When he pulled himself way from the girl’s mouth his pleasured expression was enough to make Miles determined that he wanted to enjoy the services of the girl as well. Holding his whisky tumbler against her lips he watched as her nostrils flared in surprise and then she eagerly tilted her head back allowing him to gently tip the contents of the glass into her pretty mouth.

  Unfastening his flies but without bothering to undo his trousers further Miles pulled out his already engorged cock and let the bulbous head brush the girl’s lips. Immediately her tongue darted out and gave an experimental lick drawing a sigh of satisfaction from Miles. When the girl furled her lips around his cockhead and her tongue lapped eagerly over the taut skin of his erection, Miles couldn’t prevent a groan of satisfaction from escaping him and as she sucked him hard, trying to accommodate as much of his cock as she could in her young mouth, Miles knew that she was going to make him come in almost record time. He gazed down at her tethered body; her limbs glossy with perspiration, straining at the silk cords that held her against the gleaming chrome as she eagerly sucked his heavily engorged and now throbbing cock. With the leather hood covering her face and robbing her of her individual identity she was reduced to nothing more than a sex machine dedicated to servicing the men who employed her and even as the thought occurred to Miles that she would never know who she had just serviced and he might never afterwards see her face or know her, her ardent sucking and licking triggered his orgasm and as the first spurts of semen splashed against the back of her throat he slid his hands around the back of the leather hood and held her head so she couldn’t pull back whilst his cock continued to pump milky come into her mouth.

  Miles need not have worried that the girl might be reticent about completing the task though. Eagerly sucking him dry and swallowing all that Miles had to offer, she seemed keen to keep his cock in her mouth and to coax him back to a state of hardness immediately.

  ‘A randy little bitch, isn’t she?’ Miles commented, easing his hold on the girl’s head and stifling a groan as his cock was licked and sucked eagerly and he realised that the girl wasn’t even going to give his erection a chance to subside.

  ‘Becky has a very tight little pussy, perhaps you’d like to sample her?’ Sturmberger suggested.

  ‘I think I could be persuaded.’

  The silk cords that bound the girl hand and foot were unfastened and the two men made her stand and then they led her across to the room to where a punch bag dangled from the ceiling. The girl offered no resistance when they tied her wrists together with one of the silk cords then drawing the girl’s arms to full stretch they bound the other end of the silk cord around the chain from which was suspended the punch bag. Sturmberger then took another silk cord and wrapped it across the girl’s back just below her shoulder and pulling it around the punch bag drew both ends together and with the girl’s chest now pressed up against the punch bag he knotted the two ends.

  ‘What are you going to do to me? Please tell me?’

  The girl’s accent was Australian, her voice pleasingly plaintive, thought Miles.

  ‘Shall we take the hood off?’ Miles suggested.

  Sturmberger shook his head negatively and grinned with amusement.

  ‘She doesn’t mind sucking cock but she’d less keen on getting fucked,’ he said.

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Well, last time she complained that we were being too hard on her.’

  ‘We?’

  ‘I invited some business associates to enjoy her. After half a dozen of them had fucked her Becky was complaining that her pussy ached.’

  ‘After half a dozen I’m hardly surprised. How many more of your business associates were there?’ Miles asked.

  ‘There were eight all together and I couldn’t possible tell the last two that they would have to miss out, could I?’

  ‘And she wasn’t happy, I dare say?’

  ‘She did start to make a bit of a fuss, until we calmed her down. I dare say that the episode has made her a bit wary of being tied like this. I have to say all of the men commented though on how pleasingly tight she was. I can’t help wondering in fact Miles, whether you might not be just a little too well hung for her liking?’ Sturmberger suggested.

  Miles gazed at the tethered girl as she hung from the chain supporting the punch bag and her slender body was pressed snugly against the padding. Unable to see or hear what was going on around her must be heightening her sense of vulnerability immensely, he mused.

  ‘How old is she?’ Miles asked, idly stroking one hand down the girl’s back and allowing his hand to curve around and appreciate her small, taut buttocks.

  ‘Tewnty-one, I think. A nicely proportioned body wouldn’t you say?’

  ‘I prefer bigger tits myself but apart from that, yes, she’s just what one wants.’

  As he spoke Miles slipped one hand under the girl’s arse between her legs and his fingers found the soft folds of her sex. The girl writhed a little, her colt like legs tensing then wriggling as he pushed two fingers into her sex and held them there.

  ‘Please Herr Sturmberger... anything but so many men...my poor pussy was throbbing for days afterwards, don’t be so cruel again, please don’t!’ the girl pleaded.

  Miles kept his fingers buried in the girl’s sex, which was slick with arousal now and feasting his eyes on her nakedness he imagined sinking his cock into her sex and feeling her writhing under him.

  ‘She’s certainly not keen for another gang bang, is she?’ Miles commented.

  The girl was panting hard now and her slender arms pulled against the silk cord that was tight around her wrists holding them outstretched above her.

  ‘Well, aren’t you going to at least see if you can get that all too generous cock of yours into her little pussy?’ Sturmberger asked.

  Miles didn’t need any more encouraging. Drawing apart her pert buttocks with both hands so he had a clear view of her sex he aligned the head of his cock with his target and without giving the girl any warning he shoved the bulbous head of his erection into her sex and even as she gasped in surprise he adjusted his hold from her arse to her hips and dragged her backwards, impaling her fully on his hardened cock and making the girl cry out.

  ‘Please! Too big! You bastards, stop it, let me go!’

  Miles withdrew his cock almost completely then sank it back again into the girl’s body, driving it home up to the hilt of his monster organ, which if the girl’s cries were anything to go by was evidently too much for her accommodate without much discomfort.

  ‘No! Please, too much...’

  The angry screams of objection had given way now to a plaintive begging. The urgent jerking of her arms to pull free from where she was tethered had been replaced with nothing more than a half hearted struggling against the silk cords. The poor girl had quickly realised that all the anger in the world wasn’t going to help her and no amount of effort was going to allow her to break free from the silk cords that held her victim to the men’s cruel whims.

  ‘Well Miles, does she please?’ Sturmberger asked.

  Miles nodded. The girl did have a delightfully tight little sex hole and her writhing and panting was increasing his pleasure enormously. There was in truth nothing he liked better than to subject a girl to his enormous cock and have her tied before he started so that when she quickly realised it was fast becoming more of a fucking than she felt she could endure, she was in no position to change her mind.

  ‘Please...uhh... can’t take much more...’

  The young Australian had already had her fill of Miles but he had hardly started and having ejaculated only moments earlier there was no way she’d get a reprieve now by Miles coming. By sucking him dry after she’d given him the blowjob and then sucking him some more so he was kept hard, the girl ha
d sealed her own fate. Miles was now in a position to shaft her for as long it suited him.

  ‘Can’t take anymore... stop...please...’ the girl begged between breathless gasps as Miles continued to subject her pussy to a merciless shafting.

  ‘Does her pleading detract from your pleasure? Would you prefer it if she was silenced?’ Sturmberger asked.

  ‘It doesn’t bother me at all,’ grinned Miles as he eased his cock from the girl yet again and then calmly rammed it back into her, all the while keeping a firm grasp on her hips so she couldn’t pull herself free.

  ‘No more! Let me go, let me go!’

  The girl’s struggling grew more urgent and her crying more desperate and Miles wondered whether it was perhaps now time to stop.

  ‘I think she’s had enough,’ he suggested.

  ‘Nonsense,’ scoffed Sturmberger, ‘ she’s just playing her part, she’s more than happy to be treated like this, trust me.’

  ‘Are you certain?’ Miles asked.

  ‘Let me put your mind at rest, come and listen to something.’

  Miles eased his cock from the girl’s writhing body and leaving her hanging by her outstretched arms he zipped his flies shut and followed Sturmberger through into his office where he took a Dictaphone from his desk.

  ‘When I interviewed her I took the precaution of recording our conversation.’

  Smiling smugly he pressed the play button.

  ‘So let me just recap my dear then; you are more than willing to participate in sex games and to act as a sex slave for my amusement?’

  ‘Sure, it’ll be fun. You’re happy to pay, I’m happy to play!’

  ‘You’ve no objection to say...... getting whipped?’

  ‘You promise it’ll not leave any marks, right?’

  ‘I give you my word.’

  ‘That’s okay then.’

  ‘You can expect to be tied up and subjected to as much sex as I choose.’

  ‘No worries, I reckon it’ll be a laugh, right?’

  ‘I may wish to have you service guests I may bring home.’

  ‘Yeah, I get your drift. Listen Herr Sturmberger, I’ve done stuff in Sidney at a club that sounds like just your scene. You want a randy little slut sleeping in your staff quarters who’ll suck your cock just whenever you want, well, I’m your girl.’

  Sturmberger switched off the Dictaphone and put it back in the desk drawer.

  ‘Does that reassure you, Miles, my dear friend?’

  ‘Sure does,’ Miles nodded. ‘In fact it makes me think that perhaps I’m being too gentle on her.’

  The two men returned to the gym. Miles smiled as he saw the girl hanging by her outstretched arms, her bare feet just touching the floor, her slim body tied against the punch bag. Having heard the tape, he now had no qualms about giving the girl a proper shafting. In fact, he thought, he felt pretty tempted to teach her a lesson or two.

  ‘You’re certain she can’t hear?’ he asked, standing close behind the girl but not touching her.

  ‘Absolutely,’ answered Sturmberger.

  ‘This room is sound proofed, I assume?’

  ‘No, but there’s no way anyone is likely to hear, the walls are quite thick and there are other rooms on all sides. I suppose someone in the library would hear but we’re alone Miles, you needn’t worry.’

  ‘How long has she been working for you?’

  ‘Just over a week and she’s enjoying herself I can assure you. She could have left at any time if she wasn’t. I think you’ll find all her begging for mercy and pleading is conditioning from her time working in a sex club in Sidney.’

  ‘Well then,’ said Miles. ‘Let’s see just how vociferously she can beg for mercy, shall we?’

  ‘What have you in mind?’

  ‘Have you a butt plug?’

  ‘Of course, there’s two or three of different sizes in the cabinet over there.’

  ‘Have you used any on her yet?’

  ‘No, not yet.’

  ‘Well, I think we’ll fill up her rear and then her pussy will feel even more stuffed when I shaft her.’

  ‘And you think I am cruel?’ the German grinned as he watched Miles return with a rubber inflatable butt plug.

  ‘Uhhh....’

  The girl gasped and twisted as Miles rubbed the tip of the rubber plug against her sex.

  ‘A little bit of lubrication... now...’

  ‘UUHH!’

  The girl gave startled cry as Miles pushed the bulbous rubber plug into the girl’s anus.

  ‘Now, before she has time to think about squeezing it out...’

  Miles gave the rubber pump that was connected to the plug by a short length of hose several squeezes.

  ‘No! Stop, please!’

  ‘She’ll not be able to force that out now however hard she tries,’ Miles laughed and disconnecting the hose he fingered the flared base of the rubber butt plug that was now pressed snugly against the girl’s rectum.

  ‘Now it’s time to carry on where I left off.’

  This time when he slid his cock back into the girl’s sex he could feel how much tighter she felt thanks to the expanded butt plug that was also filling her. The girl could evidently feel it too as her writhing, when he got back to work shafting her, was all the more urgent and before long she was struggling desperately to pull herself free from the merciless shafting to which she was being subjected.

  ‘Please! Stop! Too much, too tight! Stop!’

  Miles ignored her protest and carried on pumping his cock into the slick tightness of the helpless girl’s sex. She was shaking her hooded head vigorously now and writhing desperately. His cock was heavily engorged and he felt potently aroused by the girl’s helplessness but having come so recently himself, he knew with satisfaction he’d be able to shaft her for some time yet before he was likely to come again, by which time the girl would be frantic. He thought of her cheery, almost cocky, singsong voice on the tape that Sturmberger had recorded. Well, the randy bitch had clearly demonstrated that she was eager for it so she had only herself to blame, Miles reminded himself.

  ‘That’s enough! Stop... please...uhh... please...’

  Miles withdrew his cock completely and stroked his hands soothingly down the girl’s naked body. She was trembling uncontrollably and her pleading had turned into desperate sobs. The little Aussie girl had certainly had her fill, Miles thought, grinning with satisfaction.

  ‘Could you find something to gag her?’ Miles asked his friend. Sturmberger shook his head, smiling.

  ‘I’m sure I may have something lying around that would suit,’ he answered.

  With the merciless shafting seemingly at an end the girl was sobbing gratefully, blissfully unaware that as she hung from her outstretched arms, recovering her breath, an inflatable ball gag was dangling just inches from her hooded face.

  Miles gave a smile of satisfaction as by stroking the girl’s back reassuringly he soothed her into a sense of complacency. When he slipped the small rubber sphere of the gag into her mouth, he took her completely by surprise. Before the girl knew what was happening he had the gag’s straps pulled tight around her cheeks and the Velcro ends were fastened at her nape.

  ‘Nuuhh!’

  Miles twisted the gag’s protruding valve, pursed his lips over it and blew hard. The rubber ball inside the girl’s mouth expanded. The girl cried out in protest. Miles blew again. Her next cry of protest was more muffled. Miles blew again then stepped back to regard his victim’s condition. The rubber ball jammed in her mouth; originally the size of a golf ball had expanded to twice its size. The girl was shaking her head furiously. Miles applied his mouth to the gag’s valve once again and blew into it a couple more times. The black rubber sphere was now so enlarged that it forced her jaws pleasing
ly wide and the only noise to emerge was a muffled groan.

  Taking a hold of the helpless girl’s hips Miles dragged her backwards and impaled her on his engorged cock. The girl shook her head vigorously and gave a long cry that was reduced by the gag to nothing more than a faint sigh, hardly audible even to Sturmberger, standing just a few yards removed.

  ‘Nice and tight,’ said Miles, ‘and she wriggles so obligingly.’

  Miles eased his cock from the girl and then rammed it back into her slender body. The girl gave another anguished gag-muffled cry. She was struggling vigorously now but her efforts were useless and served only to amuse the men. Hooded and now gagged she was victim to the men’s whims and though she already believed that she couldn’t take much more of what they were subjecting her to, she was to remain in the gym as the two men’s plaything for the remainder of the afternoon and well into the evening.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tanya was too dazed to at first realise just what was happening. The men that dragged her from the playroom and hauled her up onto deck were dressed in mismatched military clothes and jeans and had scarves covering their faces so that only their eyes could be seen. The powerful arc lights that flanked the ship’s principal container hold were switched on and as Tanya lay sprawled, naked and bound with rope on a canvas tarpaulin, she could see a dozen of the crew labouring at gun point to remove wooden boxes from the hold. There were four machine gun armed men standing watching them and shouting orders and there were many more to be glimpsed elsewhere.

  For a while Tanya was ignored, though she was left guarded by a young lad, no older than herself, she reckoned. The night air was cold and she was soon shivering uncontrollably and every now and again she’d get the taste of salt in her mouth as the enormous ship was washed by a particularly large wave and a fine spray would drift high enough to be blown over the deck.

  On the upper deck adjacent to the bridge the senior crew in their white uniforms were gathered and guarded by several of the pirates and from where Tanya lay she could hear some shouting and raised voice. She could see numerous wooden boxes being forced open and their contents checked and then the ship’s crane was used to lower them over the side one by one. Maybe an hour had passed before two of the pirates came over to where Tanya lay bound and they barked some questions at her in response to which Tanya could only shake her head apologetically. It was the young lad who was guarding her who eventually breached the communication barrier.