Worst of all was the stark humiliation in the act. It seemed to her to embody all the hatred and contempt these people had for her. They thought so little of her that they would use her hair instead of chains to securely fasten her from the ceiling.
'What are you going to do to me?' she demanded.
The pain rocketed through her jaw and into her upper chest. She bit down on her lower lip and even this caused strain. She had never realized how firmly her hair was attached. The slightest movement of her jaw caused her scalp to flex – and this gave pain.
'I will do whatever I wish,' said Mr. Steele calmly. 'You were told not to attempt to escape. You disobeyed. Now it is time to discipline you. Perhaps you will not be so foolish a second time if the lesson is painful enough.'
He walked to her and laid his hand gently on her cheek. She tried to snap at him. He moved faster than a striking snake. His hand landed soundly on her cheek. She felt the jolt of the open-handed slap all the way down to her toes.
She swung to and fro. He stood back and waited for the motion to die down before he spoke again. In the same level, calm voice he said, 'Henrietta is going to be given full authority in this matter, I think. You shouldn't have tried to bite me!'
'Rot in hell!' the woman snapped.
She quieted down suddenly when she saw the leather-clad redhead come into the room. Henrietta smiled wickedly and moved with fluid grace to a rack of whips on one wall. She selected one with a short lash and came to stand directly in front of the dangling woman.
'I picked this one because it has a lead bead in the tip. See?' Henrietta held the tip of the whip up so that Tanya could see that she told the truth. The tiny lead weight gleamed dully, a reddish stain on it. Tanya didn't have to be told what that stain way.
It was blood. Human blood.
'Don't do this to me,' she pleased, panic flaring in her again. 'I promise not to try to escape. Really!'
'You lied before. You might lie again. Unless I convince you of the folly of doing that.'
Henrietta stepped back, uncurled the slender whip and sent it whistling around. Tanya closed her eyes a split second before the lash landed on her shoulders. She felt the lead weight cut into her tender skin and slice through the thin dress she wore like a hot knife through butter. Henrietta continued to use the whip to strip away the dress.
'Notice how careful I am,' said the woman conversationally. 'I know exactly how far to go. Like this and this and this.'
Every time the lash landed another bit of the dress leaped free. Tanya felt the hot lead against her left nipple, then her right. She had to admire the woman's skill with the whip. If Henrietta had moved the lash just a fraction of an inch, she would have sliced off two nipples.
As it was Tanya felt the hot lead and the way her dress came off her body. There was something magical about it, something sexual. She hated the idea that she could possibly respond to a woman whipping her like this. But she did. The tears rolled down her cheeks and she couldn't brush them away. Hanging from her hair the way she was, she couldn't even toss her head to get rid of the salty tracks.
It took less than five minutes for Henrietta to completely strip away the dress, Tanya hung by her long black hair, hands chained behind her back, completely naked and totally at the mercy of these vicious people. The only problem was, these people had no mercy.
'Very good, Henrietta,' complimented Mr. Steele. He moved into Tanya's line of sight again and critically examined the girl's flesh. 'Only one or two red marks. The very first lash left a mark six inches long. That was careless.'
'I did it on purpose – to get her attention, Mr. Steele,' explained Henrietta. 'I know what I'm doing. I get enough practice.'
Tanya mentally thought, I just bet you get a lot of practice – on girls like me!
'Lucien is the one who allowed her to obtain his keys, is that not correct?'
'Yes, Mr. Steele.'
'I would hardly give her over to him. She is all Marcus'. As for Lucien, get him in here. I want to punish him for his stupidity.'
'She is beautiful, Mr. Steele,' said Henrietta with grudging respect. 'I can see how a man might fall for her.'
'I pay my men enough for them to get any woman they want. Lucien should have known better. Get him in here. Now!'
Henrietta silently left. Tanya didn't miss the fact that the leather-clad woman carried her whip with her. She would use it on the erring Lucien if the need arose.
'Are you primed for the disciplinary action that must follow?' asked Mr. Steele. 'I see you are.' His hands ran down the smooth flanks of the helpless girl, seeing the way she shivered and responded. His hand gripped firmly at her snatch.
She twisted, as painful as it was, trying to elude his hand. She couldn't. His finger sailed all the way up into her cunt. She didn't know which was worse, being subjected to such humiliation or the idea that her pussy was damp and ready for a cock. All through the whipping, she had been strangely turned on. The idea of Mr. Steele watching had been part of it, but the way Henrietta narrowly avoided inflicting nerve-twisting pain had turned her on the most. The threat of pain was almost as potent an aphrodisiac for her as a man's prick.
She sobbed and moaned as he ran his finger in and out of her cunt, fondling the velvet walls, feeling her ripply muscles respond to his light touch. She panted and strained, flow she wished she had some freedom of movement!
The chains on her wrists cut into her flesh. Worst of all was the way her hair had been tied to the ring far above her head. She swung helplessly from that bizarre bond.
Lucien was herded in and shoved to his knees in front of her. Henrietta stood behind him, her whip restlessly moving just inches away from his body. The man tried to appear defiant but Tanya saw the stark fear lurking just a heartbeat away. He knew what that lead-tipped whip could do.
Her heart went out to him until she caught Henrietta's eye. She felt a cold lump form in her stomach. Whatever Lucien got, she would, get double – triple – of!
'Beat off,' said Mr. Steele. 'Now!'
Tanya closed her eyes and waited for the deadly whip to begin its trip up and down onto defenseless flesh. But the sound never came. She hesitantly opened her eyes and saw Lucien on his knees, his huge prick limp and lifeless in his hand. He was stroking up and down it trying to get an erection.
'Do it. Now!'
The man's face took on a look of fear so profound Tanya cried out, 'Leave him alone, it was all my fault. I did it to him. Please don't!'
'You assume all punishment he would receive?' asked Mr. Steele mildly.
'Yes, yes! Just don't beat him. It was all my fault.'
'Continue to jerk off. But you will be free of any whipping. This young lady has just assumed it for you.'
Lucien started to speak, looked first at Mr. Steele and then shut up. He wasn't going to try his luck. He had been saved a nasty beating, one which might have killed him. He wasn't about to rock the boat. If the stupid chick strung up by her own hair wanted to take the blame, that was her business.
'Marcus!' called Mr. Steele. 'She's yours. Do with her as you please. But from behind so she can't see your face.'
Tanya began to worry what Marcus might do to her. He had seemed the nice one of the pair. Lucien had the ugly streak, but she didn't doubt that Lucien's close call had told Marcus he'd better do his damndest. And she had felt the ice just under his placid exterior. He was capable of intense cruelty. And he had been unleashed on her.
What would, he do?
She hung there waiting for something to happen. Five minutes. Ten. The people in front of her seemed to be frozen into statues. She guessed the actual time that passed wasn't very long but she had no way of telling. Her heart raced and fear clutched at her belly.
