Tanya's Torment

by Tessa Valmur

  Whilst he was speaking, Becky put the tray on a wooden trunk that was in the window where she drew the curtains back and then after gazing down from the penthouse window at the early morning mist-shrouded London cityscape, she poured Miles a cup of tea and handed it to him. Propping himself back against some pillows, Miles took a sip of tea and handed the cup back to Becky.

  ‘I have received a report about her from the government of the country that the ship was sailing to.’

  ‘Saying what?’ asked Miles, spreading his legs across the bed a little to allow Becky to kneel between them.

  ‘She’s being held prisoner by a bandit up in the remote northwest jungles. The military are trying to capture the bandit, someone called Ricardo Rueda; he was once a supporter of the failed popular revolution the military put down a few years ago. Anyway, apparently...’

  ‘Good girl.’

  ‘What did you say?’

  ‘Nothing Frederick, sorry, carry on, I’m listening,’ said Miles, ruffling Becky’s hair with one hand whilst holding the phone with the other. Becky, crouched between his legs gave his cock another leisurely lick, her tongue working its way slowly from base to tip, where she lingered, teasing the cock’s tumescent head with her tongue until Miles was unable to stifle a groan of pleasure.

  ‘Well anyway, one of this bandit’s men informed about his location and the military launched a raid to capture him. He managed to get away but they have been informed that Tanya Raglan is being held as his prisoner.’

  ‘That’s good,’ sighed Miles.

  ‘Good? What do you mean, good?’ Sturmberger snapped.

  Miles glanced down as Becky lifted her head back and grinned at him. With one hand she was fondling his testicles and with the other she now stroked with one fingernail his heavily engorged shaft, which twitched under her touch.

  ‘I mean interesting,’ Miles corrected. ‘ Very interesting.’

  He watched Becky reach for the cup of tea he had placed on the bedside table. Taking a mouthful, she put aside the cup and then bent over him again. This time when she slipped her mouth around his cock, her mouth was still full of tea and the hot liquid against his erect cock dragged a gasp of pleasure from him.

  ‘Miles, what are you doing? Am I interrupting something?’ Sturmberger asked tersely.

  ‘No, no, just having a spot of breakfast, that’s all,’ Miles answered.

  Becky leaned back, grinning at him before she caressed his scrotum with both hands and with his balls caressed between her palms she proceeded to rub the testicles against each other.

  ‘This is serious Miles, if the military capture him and they find out about the guns I sold him Sturmberger Shipping could be in deep water!’

  ‘I would have thought that with the size of your ships you felt most comfortable when they were in deep water?’ Miles laughed.

  ‘This isn’t funny, Miles!’

  ‘I know... it’s very...’ Miles gazed down at were Becky was ministering to him; she was successfully distracting him from his telephone conversation and he was now more interested in what she was doing than in what Sturmberger was talking about.

  ‘Very what?’ snapped Sturmberger.

  ‘It’s very...’ Miles gazed down at his heavily engorged cock. Becky was rubbing her palms together as if to keep her hands warm but his balls were trapped between her palms and they now felt so hot that they ached pleasingly and he was sure that this alone if continued for a few more moments would be enough to make him ejaculate.

  ‘It’s very hard...very hard...’ he sighed.

  ‘Yes,’ muttered Sturmberger, oblivious to the fact that Miles was referring more to the state of his engorged cock than his South American problem.

  ‘It’s all right for you Miles, you won’t be implicated in the illegal sale of the guns, you haven’t got anything to worry about, but this could sink Sturmberger shipping!’ complained Frederick Sturmberger.

  ‘If there’s anything I can do, let me know Freddy; look I’ll have to go.’

  ‘Is something wrong?’ Sturmberger asked.

  Miles now had his hands folded behind his head, which rested back against his propped up pillows so he could watch Becky. She had now stopped fondling his balls and was instead rubbing the tip of one finger slowly over the tumescent head of his cock.

  ‘No, nothing wrong,’ Miles answered. ‘Talk to you later.’

  He hung up and sighed contentedly. As fast as droplets of sticky pre-come fluid were welling from the eye of his cock head, Becky was lightly massaging the liquid over the purple head. Miles’ cock began to twitch. Becky exchanged glances with him and she smiled indulgently.

  ‘How would sir like to come this morning?’ she asked.

  Miles gazed affectionately at the pert breasted naked girl sat on his bed. She smiled at him and as her mouth curved into the smile and their eyes met he imagined forcing her to take his cock in her mouth. He would hold his hands against the back of her head so she couldn’t pull back and he’d ejaculate into her pretty mouth, forcing her to drink down all his come.

  ‘Well?’ Becky prompted.

  She stopped stroking the tip of his cock and instead lightly furled her fingertips of both hands each around one of his balls and he felt her fingernails gently pulling against his balls. The effect was potent and Miles gasped, certain that he was now just a moment or two from having an intensely satisfying and prolonged orgasm. He imagined making her turn around and bend over. Whilst she had her face buried against the duvet and her firm and rounded young arse thrust invitingly high, he would take her from behind and sink his throbbing cock into her tight little pussy.

  ‘Maybe you’d just like to lie there and let me look after you?’ Becky suggested.

  Miles groaned as he felt her pull on his balls; they ached exquisitely now they needed to come and his cock swayed and throbbed with a life of its own.

  ‘Maybe....’ he sighed.

  ‘I think sir should just stay still and let me look after him,’ suggested Becky.

  ‘Yes...yes...’ muttered Miles, certain that he was going to shoot his load anyway now, before he could do anything else.

  Becky smiled triumphantly, proud and pleased to have Miles willing to let her decide. Like any man, she thought to herself, as long as he was regularly serviced, he was satisfied. Of course, she was desperate to have an orgasm herself but she knew she’d have to wait. She knew though that depending on how she made Miles come now and what she then did to him, she could lay the groundwork for getting herself shagged, which with Miles’ skill and cock size would be enough to make her come, or she’d end up being punished which though it invariably took longer and hurt was just as pleasurable a way to have an orgasm. Either way, she knew she’d be satisfied; the question was what she fancied today; a nice hard shafting by Miles or some prolonged torture... it was a hard choice, Becky mused.

  Miles’ cock was now so hard, every vein stood out like a ridge and it was as big as Becky had ever seen it. The art of giving a man a good orgasm, she knew was to make him wait and this morning she had dragged out Miles’ satisfaction for quite some time.

  ‘Would you like it if I sucked you a little?’ Becky asked, making her voice deliberately treacly sweet and innocent.

  ‘Yes... do it...do it,’ Miles sighed.

  He was ready to come now and his cock ached with the urgent need so much that he was past caring how he had an orgasm. All thoughts of shafting Becky had evaporated, he had no will to move from where he lay and all he wanted was for her to finish jerking him or sucking him off.

  ‘Miles, look at how big and shiny the head of your cock is,’ said Becky, knowing that when Miles looked down he would see not only his swollen cock head, dark purple and shiny as it was now engorged as much as was possible but he would see her pretty lips inches from his organ and
even as he watched she would stick out her tongue and delicately lick the tip of shaft, ever so slowly and ever so lightly, so that the touch of her wet warm tongue was not so intense as to trigger his orgasm but that it would nudge him just a little further towards the brink.

  ‘Just suck it, Becky, there’s a good girl,’ Miles urged, unable to contain his excitement any longer and certain that he would come if she would just envelope his cock head with the heat of her mouth.

  Becky stopped ministering to his cock tip with light licks of her tongue and she knelt back on her heels and smiled sympathetically. Miles’ cock oozed more viscous fluid from its tip and the shaft swayed and twitched.

  ‘Wouldn’t you like to shove your cock up into my little pussy; you look ever so big now and I feel ever so wet. Shall we do that? Shall we?’

  However much the image appealed to Miles he was certain that his cock would erupt before he could manage to sit up and Becky could turn around. As it was, just gazing at her naked body, knelt invitingly before him was, given his hopelessly aroused condition, almost enough to make him ejaculate.

  ‘Just suck it...’ he sighed.

  ‘If that’s what you want?’ Becky asked, smiling.

  ‘Yes, do it!’

  Becky leant forwards once more and cradled his balls in her hands. Miles groaned uncontrollably.

  ‘They feel so heavy... I think they’ve swollen, don’t you?’ Becky asked in her singsong voice.

  ‘Going to come...’ Miles muttered.

  Becky bent her head over his cock and strands of her hair teased his cock shaft. Miles groaned. He gazed down and watched as she slowly slipped her open lips around the head of his cock. Rather than taking as much of his shaft in her mouth as she could she instead encircled the head of his cock with her lips, her teeth lightly resting against the rim of his cockhead and thereby restraining him from pulling back from her. There was a second or two’s pause and then Miles felt her tongue lick over the head of his cock. At the same time he felt her fingers tighten their embrace of his aching balls.

  ‘Uh, Becky... good girl...’

  Her lips tightened around his cockhead forming a seal around the tip of his throbbing organ and then she sucked. Miles’ cock erupted immediately. Becky made no attempt to swallow any of the copious amount of come that spilled into her mouth, instead she waited until he was spent and then she slowly eased her mouth back allow his come to dribble out from her parted lips and spill down over his cock shaft.

  ‘Look at all your milky come, Miles, there’s so much,’ Becky cooed.

  Miles gazed dreamily at down at the girl knelt between his legs. His cock was slick with come as Becky now proceeded to massage it with her hands. There was more though than Becky could easily rub into the skin of his cock so she wiped her still sticky hands over her breasts, massaging the milky fluid all over them until they glistened and her nipples stood proudly erect.

  Whilst Becky massaged her breasts, rubbing Miles’ milky come into her smooth skin, Miles watched her spellbound and when she glanced back down at his cock, more come was trickling from the still tumescent head.

  ‘Did that feel good?’ Becky asked, caressing him with one palm and rubbing the last of the sticky fluid into his cock as she slowly slid her hand up and down his shaft.

  ‘Very... yes, good girl,’ Miles sighed. He watched Becky as she unhurriedly pumped his cock with her palm, sperm oozing between her fingers as she tightened her grip and subtly increased her tempo.

  ‘What would you like to do next Miles?’ she asked, not for a moment slackening her grip but, even as she spoke, with her other hand she stroked with her fingertips between his thighs were she knew the skin around his anus was especially sensitive to touch.

  Miles gazed at the naked girl ministering to his needs. Her achingly fit young body was a magnet to which he felt continually drawn. He feasted his eyes on her firm, perfectly rounded breasts, the skin glistening invitingly from the come that she’d rubbed all over her tits. Becky was leaning back, her pert arse resting on her heels. Her hair tumbled over her smooth shoulders and her slender arms were extended a little way beyond her slim waist as she caressed his cock with both hands. She hadn’t given him a chance to lose his erection and as he gazed at his rock hard cock the urge to ram it into Becky’s young body was irrepressible. There was only one other course of action that appealed as much to Miles and that was to subject Becky to an hour of torture before he shafted her and by then of course he’d be nicely ready to shoot some more spunk into her tight little sex hole.

  ‘Right,’ Miles announced decisively, ‘off the bed and into the shower!’

  As soon as both of them had showered, Becky diligently soaping her master from head to foot and all the time keeping his cock ramrod hard by constant caressing, they returned to the bedroom where Miles allowed Becky to rub him dry whilst she was forced to remain soaking wet. He then led her through to the kitchen and ordered her to bend from the waist over the large sink and with a roll of broad, black tape he bound her by the wrists to the taps. The tape, designed for bondage, was only sticky when it was in contact with itself, so by wrapping it repeatedly around her wrists the soft tape became as effective for binding Becky as if Miles had used the stickiest electrical or masking tape.

  ‘What are you going to do to me?’ Becky begged, hardly able to conceal her excitement.

  ‘Be quiet,’ Miles warned.

  For a moment Becky couldn’t see what he was up to without craning her head back over one shoulder or the other so she contented herself with gazing out of the penthouse kitchen window at the early morning view of the London docklands.

  ‘Open your mouth wide, it’s breakfast time,’ Miles ordered.

  The next she knew was happening was when a crisp, green apple was being wedged into her mouth. Trying to bite down on it and chew a mouthful out was a mistake for all Becky achieved was to leave her teeth sunk inextricably deep into the firm fruit whilst Miles deftly wrapped some more tape across the apple, around her cheeks and neck and fully overlapping it once he then cut the end and smoothed it against the tape already tight against her nape.

  ‘Nnnhhh...’ Becky shook her head experimentally and tried to bite through the apple but it was impossible. She pulled experimentally with her hands but her wrists were closely bound against the taps.

  Miles ran his hands indulgently over her bare arse then slid one hand between her legs and finding her sex already warmly inviting he slid one finger into her moistness and Becky unable to control herself pushed her bottom back against his hand, sighing through the gag.

  ‘I suppose you’d like it if I gave you a good, hard shafting?’ Miles suggested.

  Becky nodded affirmatively. She knew Miles’ cock could fill her almost unbearably full but it was an exquisite sensation and she was now desperate to come.

  ‘Well, I think you may just have to wait.’

  Becky could do nothing but watch as best she was able whilst Miles now calmly stood directly behind her, his hands on her hips as he rubbed his engorged cock between her legs, the bulbous head brushing continually against her vulva.

  ‘Mmmm...’ Becky groaned into the apple that filled and gagged her mouth.

  ‘Good isn’t it?’ Miles sighed with satisfaction.

  It didn’t take long before Miles knew Becky was about to come and he himself wasn’t that far from having his second orgasm of the morning. Easing his cock from between Becky’s legs, Miles took a wooden spoon and smacked it repeatedly against the girl’s buttocks making her jerk her arms against where her wrists were bound to the taps. A little harder he smacked the spoon down against first one cheek of her arse and then the other until both glowed red. He then held the spoon by the head and dipped its long slim handle into a tall bottle of olive oil. Becky looked at him wide eyed with alarm. Miles grinned sadistically.

 
‘Nnhh!’

  Becky shook her head vigorously as she felt the oil slick spoon shaft penetrate her arse.

  ‘Nnnnhh...’

  Her protest was ignored and she was forced to feel the wooden handle being sunk into her rear. Quite how deep Miles forced it she couldn’t tell but the next instant he began to wiggle the spoon and the sensation was so intense Becky, gurgling into her gag, came, a long protracted orgasm as Miles continued to lever the spoon shaft so its tip, deep inside seemed to wriggle about with a life of its own. Becky was still panting hard through her nostrils when Miles withdrew the spoon shaft from her rear and promptly drove his cock into her throbbing pussy.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Wearing only flat-soled sandals it was hard for Tanya to keep up and keep her footing as the party hurried through the jungle. The path ran downhill continually and was in places, slippery in the extreme. As they drew close to the river and where the three speedboats would be waiting, Ricardo ordered them to halt and they stood as quietly still as they could whilst he and the other men strained for sounds. To Tanya’s ear everything sounded quiet but then perhaps that was the problem she thought, recalling how as they had hurried through the jungle there had always been the noise of unseen wildlife a little way ahead of them and behind them. It seemed that as they approached one place the animals in hiding would fall quiet at their approach and then when they had past the creatures would resume their chatter. Now, everything was eerily quiet.

  ‘Is something wrong, signor Ricardo?’

  It was the bearded giant who broke the silence with his question and from the look that Ricardo shot him; Tanya could see that he was not happy that the man had spoken without permission.

  ‘The men we sent ahead: they should have signalled,’ said Ricardo.

  ‘Shall I go forwards alone and see?’ the bearded giant offered.

  Ricardo hesitated. Tanya could feel the tension in the atmosphere. The other men, there were three; all fingered their guns nervously. The two young sisters stood quite still, straining for any noise, Julietta glancing back the way they had come. Patrick Hamilton exchanged glances with Tanya and shrugged.