The cock surged all the way up into her cunt. She felt the impact of the powerful body against hers. The way his body curved made her ass fit perfectly, like two pieces from the same jigsaw puzzle.
Most of all, his hot and hard cock shot all the way past her tortured cunt lips and berthed itself in her trembling cunt. Her pussy walls clutched wildly at the manmeat, her pussy juices leaking out around it. She didn't know what was going on. She was responding. She wanted that cock to fuck her. The girl was too, confused to understand her own motives.
'Fuck me good. Drive that cock all the way up my pussy!'
And he did.
In that instant, she realized what was happening to her. This was the only 'normal' fucking she had had. She was able to feel and respond and be a woman again. She wasn't merely a sex toy. Sure, she was tied up, her hands and ankles secured with the iron chain. But that didn't matter. She wasn't being whipped. Her hair wasn't tied to a ring mounted on the ceiling. There wasn't a broom handle being shoved up her cunt, raping it and mutilating her guts. She wasn't being given an enema with a garden hose.
This was normal fucking; this was good fucking.
'Fuck more! Ride me, ride me hard!'
'See how the bitch likes it. Perhaps Marcus would care to give way for my friend,' said Henrietta.
Tanya was poised on the brink of coming. She didn't care if it was Marcus or Lucien who fucked her. All she knew was that she needed the cock inside her, fucking hard, giving her feelings she remembered so well before she had lost the bet and become a slave to Mr. Steele.
'Hurry, hurry!'
She felt the cock leave her pussy and another immediately inserted. This one felt different, longer, thinner, less rigid, but she didn't care.
'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!'
She came and felt the wild surges of orgasm smashing through her body.
Henrietta had finally broken her. She wouldn't resist any longer. She was a lump of plastic waiting to be molded in any way the vicious woman desired. Tanya felt the tiny spark of her own self esteem go out entirely.
'She still isn't broken, Henrietta. You have failed again,' came Mr. Steele's voice.
For several heartbeats, Tanya couldn't believe her ears. Mr. Steele was turning against the red haired Henrietta, the one who had made life so unbearable. That meant that Mr. Steele actually cared for her! She had a chance to get out of this horrible fix.
'Mr. Steele! Please! Help me!'
'Help you, my dear?' he asked mildly. 'Why should I do a thing like that?'
'I need you! I'll do anything you want me to. I mean it. I really and truly mean it! I'll be totally devoted to you!'
'Of course you will. All my servants are. But you aren't really a servant, are you? You got into a poker game and lost. I own your body and soul for a solid month. You're my sex toy. I can do anything – anything I want with you.'
'Yes, yes,' she sobbed, the tears running through gobbets of dog food. 'I'm all yours.'
'Yes,' he said slowly, 'I think you are.' And then he and Henrietta left.
Tanya was alone in the room again.
CHAPTER NINE
'He actually punished me! Me! I've been here with. Mr. Steele for over a year and he turns on me. And all because of you, you slimy cunt! I'm going to punish you for turning him against me! There won't be an ounce of skin or muscle left on that scrawny body of yours when I'm done with you!'
The whip sang its wicked tune instants before it landed with stunning impact on Tanya's shoulders. She cringed and worked away from the tip of the lash. She had to feel an inner glow, however.
Henrietta was mad, really mad. She could actually believe Mr. Steele had turned against the red haired woman.
'What's the matter, Henrietta? Can't you pleasure him any more? Or did you fall down on your job? Did you let little ol' me show you up?'
Tanya knew the punishment she would have to take would be excruciating. But it was worth it. She felt a thrill of triumph headier than any sexual kick she had ever gotten. She had soured Mr. Steele on Henrietta. The dark-haired woman wondered if it were really that simple, but she finally decided Henrietta's rage was real.
She puffed up with pride and a certain feeling that refused to die down, no matter how vile Mr. Steele's employees had been to her. She secretly felt that the man cared for her in a way that he had never cared for anyone else. Why should Henrietta be so furious unless this were true?
She was replacing the red-haired bitch in Mr. Steele's world!
The whip lashing across her shoulders lost some of its sting then. She could bear up under any punishment. She had won! She might still have weeks to go on the bet, but she had won Mr. Steele.
It wouldn't be long before the man came to her and asked for her sexual favors. And she would willingly give them!
Tanya didn't understand it, but she loved Mr. Steele more than she had ever loved any man before. He was dominant, powerful, he knew what he wanted. The man never had to hesitate and he never seemed to be wrong. Everything about him exuded the raw masculinity that turned Tanya on the most.
She didn't care if he beat her or chained her or did terrible things to her. He knew what he wanted and he took it. She could only love him for that. He wasn't like other men. He wasn't wishy-washy and hesitant. She had never been able to have anything but contempt for a man who was nervous.
But Mr. Steele nervous? Never!
'Go on and hit me all you want. But I've won, haven't I? I beat you at your own game.'
The whipping ceased. Henrietta took a step back, panting at her exertion. The wild-eyed look told Tanya that something really awful was going to happen to her, but she couldn't have cared less. She had won!
'You think you're hot stuff. You aren't. Mr. Steele will come around and see you're nothing. And I'll prove it to you!'
Henrietta turned and went to the corner of the room. She wheeled out a large coffin-sized box. Tanya didn't know what it was. It looked like a medieval torture device known as an Iron Maiden, but this wasn't equipped with the long spikes in the door. The inside of the box had tiny plates about the size of silver dollars and there were cutouts throughout the box.
'Inside,' snarled Henrietta. 'Get into the box or I'll kill you with my whip!'
'I can take anything you can dish out,' said Tanya, feeling the euphoria of success. Mr. Steele was all hers! She was floating on cloud nine. It didn't occur to her that Henrietta still held the upper hand and could mete out pain and anguish whenever she wanted.
Besides, this box seemed so innocent. The tiny metal disks inside couldn't harm her.
'Get me out of the chains and I'll go willingly,' Tanya said, her voice taunting. She smiled broadly as Henrietta unfastened the chains binding her ankles and wrists. Painfully, she stood and stretched.
The red-haired woman swung her whip and lashed across the firmly fleshed ass cheeks, making Tanya yelp in pain.
'I'm going, don't worry about it. Hey, what is this thing, anyway? It's got those cold metal disks all over the inside and the funny holes are right around my tits and cunt and ass.'
The wooden coffin cover slammed shut. But Tanya could still see out a large hole cut through the lid allowed her complete vision.
'Are any of the plates touching you?' asked Henrietta. The woman's tone of voice made Tanya suddenly afraid. She was enjoying a secret jest that the captive woman didn't share. That made Tanya edgy.
'Yeah, on both tits and a spot on my ass. I… aaaaaeeee!' she screamed in pain.
Henrietta had taken an electrical cord running from the bottom of the box and plugged it into an outlet in the
