and threatened her pussy as Henrietta moved closer with it.
'My dear, you must come to learn, to accept the inevitable,' said Mr. Steele. 'Continue, Henrietta, and do it properly. I don't want to become angry with you for shirking your duties.'
Both fear and lust crossed the red haired woman's face. She moved closer, the obscene length of rubber pressing into Tanya's cunt lips. More pressure and the bulging head entered her. The woman knew she would go out of her skull with the pain. No man's cock could be that huge. She wasn't built to take such a thickness in her cunt.
Another inch rammed into her. She passed out. But when she came to, she felt the pain and horror even mare intensely. This wasn't some dream – nightmare – that she would wake from and find herself in her own comfortable bed. Hell, she wouldn't even find herself in the waterbed with Charlie.
Charlie was so distant from her experience now he seemed a safe harbor in a stormy life. Never had he offered her the pain she felt in her pussy. She had begged him to treat her rough, but she'd never thought being treated rough would be this agonizing.
The rubber dildo went in another inch and another and another. The farther Henrietta shoved it, the more excited she got and the farther she wanted to thrust it.
'You're tearing me up inside. Don't do ittttt!' Tanya's entire body shook. She didn't understand her reaction to this torture. Her pussy was actually slobbering out its frothy lubricants. She tried to pass it off as a self-defense mechanism. Her cunt watered to keep that rubber cock from, harming her. But she knew that wasn't the real answer.
She was getting off on being raped by that huge rubber mockery of a man's prick. She loved the pain she felt all the way up into her guts.
'Fuck her with it. Hard. Fast.'
Henrietta obeyed promptly. Tanya thought her guts were going to be sucked out of her body by the retreating dildo. It filled her so full that a mighty vacuum was formed behind it. And Henrietta didn't want to pull it out of the girl's cunt slowly. That wouldn't be any fun because it wouldn't cause any pain.
'Please, please,' begged Tanya knowing that her cries only spurred the horrid woman on. How could any human being come to love seeing another in pain? Tanya didn't know or care. She felt that pain, and that ache deep in her pussy.
She hurt!
And the red-haired woman dressed in the black leather outfit was intent on really fucking her with the dildo. Fucking hard, fucking fast, fucking deep. She rocked under the repeated assaults of the rubber dildo. Only when she fainted again did the dildo-rape stop.
'Lower her,' came Mr. Steele's voice.
'Thank you,' she moaned out, grateful for the respite. But Tanya had much to learn about Henrietta – and Mr. Steele.
'Eat cunt, cunt,' came the command. 'Lick it and suck it and make me feel good or you'll be in a world of bun.'
Tanya opened her glazed eyes and saw nothing but red crinkly forest of bush. She was swung forward so that she could get her mouth up to the woman's cunt. It was obvious she was expected to eat out Henrietta.
'No, I'm not gay. You can't make me…' she started. Tanya quickly found out what they could and couldn't do to her. They made her eat the pussy. She might not have liked it, but they forced her to eat cunt.
Her tongue hesitantly licked out. She thought this might be like eating a man's prick, but she was wrong. Her tongue vanished between the turgid flaps of red fur-rimmed pussy lips. The salty juices welling up from inside the woman's cunt made her want to gag but the whip all over her back and ass caused her to continue.
Choosing between the whip and eating pussy, she would choose the latter every time. It hurt less, even if it was more humiliating to her. They could make her do anything and that rankled. But it was the lesson they taught well.
'Eat me good,' ordered Henrietta, but the woman's words were slurred with the intensity of her emotions. For a fleeting instant, Tanya felt a surge of power over the woman.
It quickly vanished.
The whip lashed at her once-white skin, turning it a fiery red. The pain jabbing into her body, however, couldn't compare to the humiliation she felt from being raped with the huge rubber dildo and being forced to cat out the other woman's cunt. What made it worst of all was Mr. Steele standing and watching, saying nothing.
She wanted to die. Then she vowed she'd really get even with these people. Just how she didn't know, but she would. One day. She'd have to!
CHAPTER FIVE
Tanya hung from the chains for hours. Or it might have been days. She had no way of telling. Her arms and shoulders ached terribly, the spurts of pain lancing down into her body almost more than she could stand. The way they strung her up on tiptoe caused her legs and hips to strain unmercifully. And being naked caused her to feel utter shame.
Worst of all, they had blindfolded her. She couldn't see what was happening in the room around her. Occasionally, she heard scuffling noises. She would call out, demanding to know what was happening. No one ever answered. Her agile mind thought up terrible things going on. She imagined worse things than even Mr. Steele or the horrible Henrietta could conceive of.
And Tanya knew that was why they blindfolded her. They wanted to torture her both physically and psychologically. This wasn't like anything she had ever experienced before. This was war. This was no different that being in, a prisoner of war camp. They wanted her broken so they could make her do all sorts of hideous things against her will.
She screamed when she felt something soft and feathery stroke between her legs.
'Who's there? What're you doing to me?'
No answer. But the feathery touch came again, stroking along one of her pussy lips and up to the vee in the front where her clit was. The feather forced its way down and stroked continually across her cunt. She tried to kick out and stop whoever it was doing this to her. Pain she had learned to handle, but not the tickling, arousing feeling.
She kicked and kicked and kicked but didn't connect with anyone. It might have been a ghost. She knew it wasn't, but who was it? It didn't matter. It might have been any of them. All were capable of such subtle tortures.
Chained up, blindfolded, tortured with tickling feathers, the girls began to cry. She couldn't believe she'd gotten herself into such a mess. Thirty days, Mr. Steele had said. How many had passed? One? Ten? None? She didn't know. The room she was chained in had no windows. And it wouldn't have done her any good if it had. Blindfolded, she had no way of telling how much time had passed.
'What's happening? Who is it?' she demanded, feeling a light touch over the curve of her ass. Then she screwed in pain as the artificial cock rammed between the slabs of her asscheeks. The huge dildo forced its way down to her tightly puckered little fist of asshole and worked its way up her back. It ripped her apart and threatened to kill her.
'Stop, please stoooooop!' she shrieked. Whoever was ass raping her with the dildo continued. It seemed to the blindfolded and chained woman that the movement continued for ever and ever. And it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
They wanted her to know she had no control whatsoever over her destiny. She was a prisoner at the command of Mr. Steele. She began to appreciate the type of control the man was working on her. She recognized the techniques and couldn't mentally convince herself that he wasn't destroying her by slow inches.
'Are you going to be a good girl?' asked Henrietta hours later. Or was it only seconds later? Tanya couldn't tell. But the sound of a voice, any voice, thrilled her.
'Yes, yes, anything you want I'll do. But take the blindfold off!'
The strip of cloth was ripped away. She blinked at the harsh light in her face. They had arranged a spotlight
