And then she felt the hands on her waist. She flinched away but it did no good. She didn't have the mobility to escape the man's hands. They clamped firmly on her waist and pulled her back until she was staring almost straight down at the ground.
He released her and she swung in an arc like a kid's swing. She swayed back and forth, the pain lancing down into her neck and shoulders. How she damned her, vanity in wanting such lustrous long hair. Why couldn't she have had it cut short? This wouldn't be happening to her then.
As she swung back, she felt hands reach down and grab her upper thighs. The powerful hands pulled her legs apart. She fought and failed. Her legs spread obscenely wide for the man behind her. And his prick almost instantly shot up toward her cunt.
She wanted to look down to see his prick. The way her hair was tied through the ring prevented even this simple motion. She had to rely on feel alone. His huge-tipped prick shoved into her pink, trembling cunt lips. For a moment he paused. Then he sank to the hilt in her softly yielding cunt.
Tanya screamed. She felt pain at the sudden penetration. She was being humiliated worse than ever in her life. And she knew that Mr. Steele was quietly laughing at her, ridiculing her, wondering what sort of a dumb bitch she really was to get into such a mess. She wished she some sort of an answer for that question.
All she knew at that instant was pain. Stark, soul-wrenching pain. It lanced into her hands and up her arms. It came down her neck and through her shoulders. And the pain in her pussy was even more intense. It ripped and tore at her senses. The man's cock filled her to overflowing and then refused to shrink down. His swollen length tortured her more than she'd thought any man's cock could.
Marcus was hung like a bull. His prick filled and stretched and demanded more room in her almost virgin- tight cunt. It took long seconds for her resilient inner pussy-walls to expand en ugh to take him. And then he was gone. He left her pussy hollow and aching and demanding more.
The man tortured and teased with his cock. She had never felt a man do this before. And when he reached around her body and pulled her backwards in an arch, she screamed. Her entire weight was resting fully in her hair. Her scalp threatened to pull loose at any second.
He held her legs under his arms and stroked in and out of her cunt in this position. She felt every single impact on her body. She was positive he was going to bruise her pussy lips with those potent, stinging surges all the way up into her belly.
'Stop it!'
'Keep fucking,' came Mr. Steele's command.
'Yes, sir. I couldn't stop now if I wanted to,' said Marcus, obviously enjoying the sensation of the woman's hot, tight pussy surrounding his prick. He pistoned forward and surged back repeatedly, building speed, increasing the friction of cockhead against cunt wall until Tanya couldn't stand it any longer.
She felt the heat from the fucking spread throughout her loins. She tried to deny she was getting off on this brutal rape. She was chained and hung up and not able to do the least bit to join in the lovemaking. This was rape pure and simple.
And she came – hard.
The orgasm held her in its velvet grip and squeezed down hard. She shook and flushed vivid red and came again.
She had long since stopped hating herself for these feelings. She couldn't deny she was sexually aroused by Marcus' cock. Nor could she hide the fact that she had climaxed. She was humiliated, abused and insulted in ways most women never dream of – and she got off on it.
Tears ran down her cheeks at the knowledge. She shivered and felt the monster cock dig just a little deeper up her juicy, inflamed cunt. Every single thrust into her tender body gave her more arousal, more excitement, heightened passion. She came again.
'Aieeee!' she shrieked, her body trying to tear itself free of its moorings. She tried to toss her head. The way her hair was fastened prevented it. She tried to reach upward. The chains bit into in wrists. She tried to kick. Marcus held her legs too firmly under his arms. She was impaled with his prick and unable to do a damned thing but come.
She couldn't move. She was a prisoner. And she was being raped. And she came hard.
Opening her eyes sent new thrills of horror and delight throughout her body. She saw Lucien had a hard-on and was stroking up and down its, length. Henrietta stood behind him, the whip laid lightly on the man's shoulder. But he hardly seemed to notice that. He was too intent on watching his friend fuck the imprisoned cunt.
Henrietta seemed aroused too. Her face was drenched with sweat and she had unlaced the front of her tight leather tunic. Her huge tits threatened to spill out whitely. Tanya even caught sight of a bright red nipple throbbing lustily. Henrietta was getting off in a big way on the rape of the captive girl.
Only Mr. Steele appeared calm and cool. He stood with his arms crossed on his chest. He was interested, but the interest might have been that of a spectator at a football game. His eyes glowed and his lips curled upward into a smile like the home team had just made a good play, but this was all the emotion he showed.
Tanya hated him and loved him. She hated him for what he was doing to her and loved him for being so dominant, so powerful, for being able to do these terrible things to her. She didn't understand it. She was too confused and in too much pain.
Marcus began swinging her back and forth so that he wouldn't even have to thrust into her pussy. She tensed and felt her fuck channel clamp hard on the man's entire length. He jerked and his cock swelled even more inside her. She knew he was getting ready to come.
She hated herself for giving him the sexual stimulus that allowed him to get his rocks off, and yet she was pleased. The contradictions rocketed in at her brain and body from all sides. She didn't know what the hell to do or think.
He released her to swing forward just as his prick spewed forth its creamy load of jizz. He hosed her down from the back, denying her the fountain of his cock.
She cried then. She had wanted his come inside her pussy. She felt hollow and abandoned. She was tied and whipped and hung up by her lovely long hair and degraded and he wouldn't even come inside her. She cried and cried and cried. When the tears went away she found herself all alone in the room.
Lucien was gone.
Henrietta was gone.
Marcus was gone.
And Mr. Steele was gone. This shook her more than anything else. She could put up with incredible torture – for his sake. And now she was abandoned by even Mr. Steele.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She whimpered like a whipped dog. The dark haired girl curled up on the floor and hated herself for allowing the pain to dominate her life. But she couldn't really help herself. She had trouble figuring out which pain was the worst.
It might have been her wrists. They had been cruelly chained together ever since she had been put into this torture chamber. The flesh was raw and red and bruised, tender to the touch. The links from the steel cut into her wrists and sent lances of burning pain up into her arms.
But she had to remember the hair she'd once had. Her scalp ached from being suspended by that hair for so long. The humiliation of such a hanging was as bad as the pain.
Tanya rubbed her thighs together to try and get the pain in her cunt to go away. That might have been the worst of all. She could put up with annoying twinges in her twists or the dullness in her scalp.
The whippings had only torn the flesh across her back. Tiny rivers of blood flowed, with more welling up from the livid bruised areas. But inside, in her tender cunt, she couldn't even touch herself to see what the full extent of the damage was.
She guessed it was a lot.
What worried her and made her agonies all the greater was that she couldn't examine herself to find out for sure. These people were experts at making her uneasy, at giving hope and snatching it away, at inflicting great
