Tanya's Torment

by Tessa Valmur

  ‘So what’s happened to Tanya?’ Miles asked.

  ‘The authorities linked her with my ship because she was pay-rolled as one of the crew and her passport was still on board. Unfortunately the military commander of the area is on holiday and none of his headquarters staff seem to know where she is or what’s happening to her.’

  ‘I can guess what’s happening to her,’ said Miles, recalling what he’d witnessed happen to the girl Anna when she’d ended up in the police cell at Santago del Fuenta.

  ‘What do you suppose?’ Sturmberger asked.

  ‘What happened to that girl Anna, Frederick, the one who tried to cause you trouble and who you persuaded the police chief at Santago del Fuenta to take into his custody for a night?’

  ‘Oh her, yes I remember her vaguely,’ Sturmberger answered defensively.

  ‘So what happened to her, she’s back over here I take it?’

  ‘I don’t know, sure, I guess so.’

  ‘Frederick give me a straight answer for once!’

  ‘Alright, alright Miles, stop getting so hot under the collar; she’s just some dumb girl who was greedy for work, remember/’

  ‘So what happened to her?’ Miles repeated, guessing now that his business associate was deliberately withholding information from him.

  ‘She’s still in South America, I believe she’s doing some internet porn work out there.’

  ‘Meaning the police sold her into slavery to one of those very dodgy organisations that uses unwilling girls to model for what is supposedly consensual stuff but what is actually nothing of the sort.’

  ‘Oh come on Miles my friend, those stories are just nonsense, you mustn’t listen to them,’ protested Sturmberger. ‘ Anyway, what has she got to do with Tanya?’

  ‘Well,’ said Miles. ‘ I wouldn’t mind betting that she’s met the same fate.’

  ‘Oh, I’m sure that’s not the case. You know what it’s like with the military; lots of camps, hundreds of miles of remote jungle and troops scattered all over the place; Tanya will be stuck in one camp just kicking her heels whilst she has to wait for a jeep to become available before they can move her. I’m sure she’ll turn up in the capital safe and sound in a few days or weeks. You shouldn’t worry yourself so needlessly.’

  ‘Maybe not,’ muttered Miles. ‘ Keep in touch, I’ve got to go.’

  Putting the phone down Miles walked back to his bathroom, glancing at the sleeping Becky as he did so. Whilst showering he pondered what to do about Tanya and as soon as he had finished he sat on the end of the bed, leafed through his Filofax, found a number and dialled it. The phone rang for a long time before it was answered and Miles had been about to hang up.

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘I wanted to speak to Tim,’ said Miles.

  ‘Speaking. Who’s that?’

  ‘Tim, it’s Miles Fitzroy here; you worked for me briefly a few years ago when I was doing some film work out in the Middle East.’

  ‘You were paranoid your pretty actresses would be abducted.’

  ‘You remember. I’ve got another job for you if you’re interested.’

  ‘Tell me more, Miles.’

  ‘It’s abroad, South America, you’d need to start straight away and you’ll need plenty of back up, I’d suggest some of your retired army chums. Interested?’

  ‘Does it involve pretty girls?’

  ‘Just one.’

  ‘Will I like the pay?’

  ‘I can double what you were paid last time and will send you a week’s pay and expenses cheque straightaway.’

  ‘You’ve got yourself a deal.’

  ‘Are you still living in London?’

  ‘Certainly am.’

  ‘Okay, I’ll leave a package with instructions and a cheque with the doorman at the Inkerman Hotel in Mayfair. The cheque will be made out for petty cash on a business chequebook for a firm called Sturmberger Shipping. You can only cash it at the Mayfair branch of the Swiss Credit International bank. Do it first thing in the morning and when they ask for the authorisation password the answer is “Munich”. When you go in the bank wear a false moustache and a hat or something.’

  ‘So I take it Sturmberger Shipping aren’t aware that they’re paying me?’

  ‘They’ve no idea at all Tim but believe me they can afford it and they’ll not be any bother to you or me from here on in.’

  ‘Nice doing business Miles, take care.’

  The line went dead. Miles walked through to his lounge, poured himself a generous malt whisky and allowed himself a smile of satisfaction.

  Chapter Twenty

  Tanya and the Rueda sisters were held prisoner at the remote jungle camp for several days before the Lieutenant ordered that they be moved. The three girls had suffered at the dozen soldiers’ hands for most of that time. They were bundled into the military speedboat and accompanied by the Sergeant and three men and taken down river for half a day until they reached a small riverside town. Here they were handed over to an army Captain who immediately separated Catherina and Julietta from Tanya and assigned them separate cells at either end of a concrete police headquarters, which was shared by the military.

  Later that afternoon Tanya heard the roar of engines outside and from the sounds she imagined it must be a handful of powerful 4X4 vehicles. A few moments later and she could hear voices and then scores of booted feet marched into the back of the police building where there were a dozen tiny concrete cells, each no more than a few metres square and each with a double bunk bed. The door to one of the cells clattered open and she heard men issuing orders and then she heard Catherina answering them. Tanya lay listening to the noises, which then faded as she guessed the sisters were led away. The engines of the vehicles fired up and Tanya listened as they roared away.

  Tanya looked up at the two soldiers crouched beside where she lay in her bunk. They had, just ten minutes before the convoy of police vehicles from the regional capital had arrived, bound her ankles and wrists to the four upright posts of the bunk-bed. Tanya had been forced to listen to the sisters being taken away whilst she lay helplessly just a short distance away. One of the soldiers grinned at her and fondled her breast. Finding her nipple he squeezed it hard. Tanya could only look at him, unable to move and unable to protest since her mouth was filled by a hard rubber ball gag that stretched her jaws acutely wide, effectively silencing her.

  The door to the cell opened and the military Captain who was in charge of the town’s garrison, looked down at her, a satisfied smile on his cruel face.

  ‘They would have collected you also and taken you back to the capital. Apparently you are no bandit but just a poor defenceless girl who was abducted by Rueda’s men. It is such a pity that I had to say, regretfully, that you fell overboard whilst being brought here and were eaten by Piranha fish.’

  Tanya looked angrily at the man then overcome by her plight her eyes filled with tears. She would never escape this foul place she realised with dismay and bitterly regretted ever agreeing to work for Sturmberger. If she hadn’t taken his job offer she never would have ended up in this mess now, she chastised herself.

  ‘So my dear girl, you can now look forward to many hours of stimulating company,’ the Captain laughed and nodded to his men. The one who had been fondling Tanya promptly tossed aside the rough wool blanket that had been covering her. Underneath it Tanya was quite naked, her legs marked with faint red lines from where they’d whipped her and her arms bruised from where she’d struggled as they had earlier held her down whilst they had taken turns to fuck her.

  The Captain, whose hands hand been folded all the time he spoke behind his back now revealed what he had concealed behind him. At the sight of the electric prod Tanya tensed then twisted her arms ineffectually against the rough rope that was tight about her wrists.

  ‘You
enjoy my stimulating company, don’t you my dear young girl?’ the Captain moved closer. Tanya looked up wide-eyed with fear and shook her head, she tried to beg with him but the gag was utterly effective. The man crouched down beside her and smiled sadistically. Tanya felt his hand touch between her legs and she realised to her shame that she was slick with arousal. Even this cruel treatment in its way, she had to admit to herself, aroused her.

  Closing her eyes, she wondered how she had become so slavishly devoted to such torment and even as she pondered this she felt a searing jolt of electricity delivered to her tethered body. With a gag muffled cry she arched her back, her young limbs straining against the ropes as she was subjected to another shock delivered to the tender inside of her thighs. She gazed up sorrowfully at the men standing over her, tears welling in her eyes as she knew that this was just the start and the session, like the one the day before, would last for hours. Once they had thoroughly exhausted her and her body was washed with pain they would then untie her, roll her onto the stone floor and her already throbbing sex would be subjected to a repeated shafting.

  Tanya cried as she felt another jolt of electricity shock her already aching body and she bit down on the gag, shaking her head in urgent protest as this time the electric prod had been applied directly to her sex. Please, please, Tanya silently begged, somebody please make this stop. The torture did not stop though although in a distant office a phone could be heard to ring and a moment later Tanya was vaguely aware of the sound of approaching footsteps.

  Dazed and breathless, she gazed up to see another man, a policeman this time, had entered the cell and was talking with the captain who from the expression on his face did not seem pleased with the news he had just received. After the policeman had left and the door was dragged closed, the Captain looked back down at Tanya as she lay panting, her body throbbing and limbs aching from her struggling.

  ‘I find it hard to believe but someone is looking for you and he does not seem to be willing to be distracted from his object of finding you. I think we may have to discover that the Piranhas did not eat you after all but thankfully you are still alive and well.’

  Tanya could hardly believe her ears but then the Captain had not finished speaking.

  ‘Still, these people from England who have come to find you are still a day’s journey from here. I am sure we can enjoy that time in each other’s company can’t we?’

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