TheTrainingOfTanya2 (11 page)

Her Master could not ignore the actions of the Mistress and he looked up to watch her work. Tanya kept her head pressed to the covers as his hands continued to appraise her chest and grow more enthusiastic while he watched his partner slowly pouring molten trails onto Tanya's loins. The muscles of her belly rose and fell, her legs shuddered, her body twitched, and every motion added to her owner's sultry delectation in seeing her in distress.

A brief pour reached along each thigh and the generous measure caused lines to run down and bring havoc to her inner zones. They gave her a moment to recover and then as her breathing steadied, the pool that had been accumulated during the pause was delivered straight onto her pussy. The Mistress had served the candle from a lower height and the infernal shock that Tanya was made to endure sorely tested her limits. Her chest arched up from the bed and her legs stretched out as much as they could. Her thigh muscles burned from the exertion as they fought to resist the need to try to close and shield herself from the pain.

Tanya bit her lip as the first touches were discerned, but the woman was emptying the reservoir with a steady pace. The drool continued to fall onto her most sensitive regions and saturated her pussy with molten savagery. After a couple of seconds, her jaws launched apart and her holler charged out. The main measure of torrid wax was expended and the Mistress let the last few drips fall into Tanya's navel before she blew out the candle and tossed it casually aside.

Panting for breath as the fury of the heat vanished, Tanya continued to maintain her demanded pose. The stress started to fade and she sank back into the covers as her body relaxed after the punishing and delightful ordeal.

The Mistress draped herself aside and onto one of Tanya's shins. Reclined and at ease, the woman started to use her talon nails to pick at the dried wax. Digging at the crust that had been formed on Tanya's body, she stripped it away a small amount at a time. The occasional scratch was gained, but nothing that roused Tanya from her recuperative and enervated state.

The lips of her Master touched her nipples and he took them into his mouth. Moving from one to the other as though undecided as to which to stay with, he nibbled and supped upon them. His tongue curled about the engorged tips and Tanya whimpered with glee as she was treated to his sterling attentions.

Her huffs of pleasure started to acquire a few pips of discomfort as the Mistress scratched away the wax between her legs. The hairs were reluctant to release the wax and so tugged out by the root or snapped. The nails were also a bane as they sometimes caught her vulva during the process and their light scratches irked her abused membranes.

The Mistress ended her casual actions by ferreting into Tanya's navel and digging out the wax that had formed into a small frozen pond. When it was emptied, her hand brushed away the last few particles and Tanya again relaxed to enjoy the oral devotion of her Master.

Hands took hold of her thighs and Tanya gave an inner moan as she braced for yet more of the sadistic woman's attentions. The tongue that slid up into her pussy caught her by complete surprise.

Her hips rose up into the air as a nimble organ raged against her clitoris. The tip so frolicked with skilful rhythms, it flashed back and forth and dazzled her intimate regions.

Tanya settled back and held willingly to her metal handholds as she glutted her senses on input from her two owners. The feel of her Master's hands on her breasts and her Mistress' tongue on her sex had her dashing into a most startling climax after just a few short minutes. She howled into the air as her Master pinched both teats during the orgasm and her Mistress gave several potent sucks to her raised and excited morsel.

Tanya was forced to endure a lengthy release. Neither of them was going to relent until she had suffered the ecstasy for as long as they wished her to. The woman kept her rate steady and applied every sexual strategy she could to ensure Tanya was brought to the limits of physical endurance. The words to beg for her to stop, to spare her any more were gathering in Tanya's mind and were combating her need to stay obedient and submissive to them.

Tanya gave a lengthy hissing moan of liberation when the woman backed away and her Master ceased his fondling. She continued to hold to the bars, but now it was for stability of mind and body because her thoughts were fuzzy and corrupted, and her equilibrium was rolling chaotically.

"I could do with a nap," announced her Master.

"I know what you mean, but what about our little Tanya?" asked the Mistress.

The woman leaned from the covers and retrieved her thigh-boots. With lethargic motions, she started to slip them back on.

"I think she's still not had enough though."

The couple slid from the bed and stood before her. Their two bodies entwined and their hands wandered across each other as they contemplated what to do with her. Tanya watched with prurience as the slender hand of the Mistress took hold of his cock and started to massage it. The flesh instantly started to respond to her attention.

"I want her in the cage," he announced.

"Well I want her in the helmet."

"She won't be able to sleep in that, though."

"Indeed. Especially with what else I'll be adding."

"I think she deserves
some
rest."

"But I do not."

"Oh, so now you are the one in charge are you?"

"How about if I ask nicely?"

The woman slowly sank down to her booted knees and her tongue trailed down his exposed torso along the way. The woman gave a fleeting tantalising look to Tanya and then she took his cock in her mouth and started to dine upon it.

The Master's eyes closed and his head lolled back a little as his hands went to his hips so he might stand to attention and simply enjoy the fellatio.

Tanya hoped that her Master would stay resolved and not give in to his partner's seductive attempts to change his mind. She was exhausted and needed to rest. In the cage, it would be hard enough to do so. Locked in the metal hood, standing up and with the possibility of more infernal additions to her body would blatantly deny it.

"Oh, all right, just this once you get to pick." He smiled.

Tanya closed her eyes and her face dropped into an appalled expression of resignation. The Mistress drew away and moved quickly to the suspended steel construction.

"Okay, slave. Over here. Quickly!" she said enthusiastically.

Tanya grabbed the nearest bedpost and hauled herself from the mattress. She jogged over as swiftly as her weary muscles permitted and stared morosely at the device.

The Mistress opened the helmet at the neck to reveal the interior. The crown hinged against the metal hoop, held the chain, and this allowed it to open into two halves. The Mistress presented the shell to Tanya's head and easily swallowed it up. The faceplate had no apertures save a mouth slit and as she closed the back plate, the lock applied, cut off all light.

The Mistress removed the small key and Tanya heard her heeled feet against the floor as she went to the cabinets to arm herself for Tanya's suffering.

The helmet had a tall collar that embraced her neck and made the helmet even more secure. The interior echoed with her breaths and her legs trembled beneath her. Already she could feel fatigue setting in. Her body just needed to switch off and it was swiftly approaching the point of collapse. It seemed that the analeptic powers of the pod's juices were a fleeting effect.

She felt a heavy metal shackle snapped to her ankle and then the iron band locked and her legs pushed apart by the hands of the woman. The other fetter was applied and Tanya found a significant spread bar kept her legs apart.

The dense pole prevented her from closing her thighs. It also caused her diminished height to have her lower jaw rest more heavily upon the interior of the helmet.

"You're still hard. Perhaps one last time?" enquired the Mistress.

"Why not? She's definitely available in this pose," said her Master.

The woman's hands reached down and took hold of Tanya's rear. After a momentary squeeze, she let her nails tentatively tickle a route up her bare sides and around her breasts. Tanya swayed slightly against the pleasing touches and listened as they again prescribed her fate.

"She wouldn't be so accessible in the cage you wanted her in," reminded the Mistress

"And I wouldn't be so ready to go again without your
encouragement
to change my mind," he retorted.

The woman continued to stand behind Tanya and fondle her. A foot dropped onto the spreader bar and captured the pole between instep and heel to stop Tanya from lifting her feet from the ground. The hands of the Mistress started to explore larger areas. They gently wafted up and down her arms, flowed along her flanks, and tickled her rear and the backs of her thighs. The brush of the woman's naked body about her back was highly gratifying and became even more so when she felt the physique of her Master present itself to her front.

A set of shackles grabbed her hands and she felt the fingers of her Master hold them and raise them high over her head. He locked the hands to the chain and this left her on her tiptoes with her head lost in the small personal prison and her splayed legs serving her to him.

Her Master curled back and brushed himself to her pussy. Then he started to enter her again, but her tracts had been ravished too much in too short a time and were a little raw. The flickers of discomfort were an impediment to pleasure, but Tanya was now a devotee of such things and the stinging ache in her loins only served to heighten her arousal. Each thrust vexed her sore membranes. The rough grate brought a hesitant bliss, but one significantly tempered by the chafed flesh of her womb.

Her Master openly helped himself to her bound body as the Mistress randomly groped her. It took him a little longer to attain climax and there was very little to his ejaculation. With his reserves spent, he relished the moment of pleasure and absently withdrew from her. The flight brought a spark of new distress that had Tanya squeak, but came the relief of having her pussy deserted and finally permitted a chance to recuperate.

"Now that we're done, I think one final addition to keep you nice and warm for the night," malevolently pronounced the woman.

The Mistress did something in the middle of the bar. The movements she made travelled along the metal to her imprisoned feet and suggested she engineered an added ordeal.

There was a near inaudible crackle and Tanya felt warmth rise up and touch her crotch. The candle used earlier to assail her was again in use. It had been set to the middle of the bar and now sent up waves of warmth that made her inner thighs and loins flicker with discomfort. The candle was not near enough to cause her harm, but the heat was annoying and irritating where it would make sleep even more difficult to acquire.

Tanya shook and tottered around in small circles as she tried to accustom to the demands of her confinement. The Mistress gave a mocking laugh and patted Tanya's breasts before tweaking a nipple and then stepping back.

The sound of them returning to the bed reached through the dense metal hood and Tanya gave a melancholy whine. She tried to shift her legs one way and found that this caused the candle to get close to her inner thighs and afflict it with a sudden angry flare of heat. She was forced by this process to stay where she was. She could not shift the candle backward or forwards because this left her hanging by the helmet that dug painfully into her lower jaw and made her neck flash with unnecessary strain.

If she wiggled her feet a little, she could waft the candle and dissipate the heat to a tiny extent, but this only made her legs even more tired. She tried lifting one leg so she could maybe tilt the candle enough to extinguish it, but the flame threw up a plume of fierce heat that licked her thighs and made her jolt the leg down with a croak of dismay. Finally, she tried to capture the few meagre measures of her Master's issue and with the play of her tracts, she sought to release it at the right point and thereby extinguish the flame. It hissed and spat once or twice, but did not go out.

Having exhausted every tactic, Tanya went limp against the demands imposed on her. She closed her eyes against the blackness and breathed softly in the helmet. She tried to calm her addled thoughts and wondered if she should beg or plead for clemency, but that might anger them and cause the addition of more pains. Besides, her owners were probably asleep by now and she did not want to wake them. Despite what they were doing to her, she was still devoted to their rule and did not wish to annoy them. Her consideration was out of adoration rather than fear and keeping her words locked away, Tanya continued to listen to her own steady breath.

The candle slowly ate away at its height, but the constant thermals were making her crotch more sensitive with time and the decline of heat was a negligible one.

Despite the cruel applications to try to thwart her sleep, she managed to gain some moments of half-hearted slumber. Yet, they did more to make her aware of how exhausted she really was than to alleviate that weariness.

Time had little influence in the long tedious burden of her sentence in the helmet. The couple could have taken a brief nap or been asleep for hours when next she felt their hands upon her.

The shackles let go and her quiescent arms fell to her sides. She heard the creak of leather and the footfall of heeled boots, revealing that while dazed, her owners had dressed.

The fetters were removed and the spreader bar taken away. Tanya managed to bring her feet beneath her and finally take some of the burden off her jaws.

The helmet opened and she sank down to her knees before them. Her body folded over and she placed her cheek to the stone. Her eyes had grown used to darkness and could not tolerate the light. It took a few minutes for her vision to return and when it did, she was astonished because, instead of seeing her owners, freeing her, it had been two of the leather-entombed slaves.

They took her wrists and brought the slack arms behind her. Two sets of steel cuffs were snapped into place and minor lengths of thick chain separated each set of bonds. Another set was applied to her ankles to greatly hamper any and all of her ability to defy them.