TheTrainingOfTanya2 (12 page)

All the precautions were unnecessary. Tanya did not have the vitality left within her to put up any resistance. Her limbs were like lead, her mind smothered in folds that made her feel like a mere automaton. Nevertheless, she knew the women were going to take no risks with loosing their charge and in this regime, it seemed appropriate that she never be without some sort of hindrance upon her form.

The recall of being left unbound on the bed before her owners reassured her that they were pleased with her progress and could trust that they had personally educated Tanya in the consequences of disobedience. They were confident that she would lay back and endure their dalliances with her body without even a word of protest.

The women brought her back to her feet and then drew her out of the room. Tanya's eyes were glazed and her mind unresponsive as she was shown through the passages and to another location. Her chains rattled loudly and she stumbled forward as the slaves led her. She did not speak or even think of anything to say. All she wanted to do was sleep, and several times, she stumbled and almost fell because of her languor.

She vaguely processed a bath chamber and barely even noticed as the two dark skinned servants set her into a tub of warm water and bathed her. Her chains and bonds rattled against the stone interior and their sponges began to wander over her bound body. They washed her hair and tended her nails while she continued to remain in the same torpor. Once or twice, she thought she heard or saw Denavat amidst the steam and answered to her 'uncles' words. When she did, the slaves would pause and look at each other in confusion before they ignored her delirium and continued to attend her.

When they had finished, she was dragged out and her body dried before she was taken to another area of the castle. As they progressed onwards, Tanya thought she heard heavy footfalls and the tick of heels, but could not be certain. She assumed it was just wishful thinking and so she concentrated more on keeping her feet shuffling onward.

A heavy metal gate blocked access to a wide corridor of stone. Flanking the gate were four warrior sentries armed with halberds. Their leering demonic masks made Tanya quiver when they seemed to animate and grin at her.

Sitting just inside the gate and behind a small wooden desk was a wiry man who was looking through the entries of a huge leather bound tome. He had a quill in his hand and a frown upon his brow. Along the wall at his side were a number of strange collections of metal poles that had been folded up and bound in leather straps before being hung on hooks for ease of storage.

The passage beyond him was lined with numerous metal doors with hatches set at eye level and at their base. Each had a banded metal exterior with a number etched in gold above their weighty lock. Between each door was a small iron sconce with a flickering oil lamp wedged into it. The lights stretched off into the distance and made the passage ripple with fluttering pools of amber light.

"A new arrival?" asked the man, his form lurking in the shadows.

"Tanya Veress. She's to be stored pending her audience," announced her Master.

Tanya was surprised that they had joined her again and tried to look round to find him. The world was a congealed mess of dark colours and strange shapes. She could vaguely process the words, but not her vision and so her owners remained lost to her.

"Ah, that Paladin. Looks like you've really been working on her, too," he said jovially.

"Her Majesty has taken an interest in her," answered her Master.

"Well, I'll take good care of her."

The jailer started to enter her details into his book. Tanya could hear the scratch of the quill against the pages and spent a time squinting and trying to focus her eyes. The images settled for a moment and she spied the two familiar forms of her owners. It was a reassuring image that she could keep, happily embrace and cherish while she was imprisoned.

"What're they? New items?" her Master asked.

"Straight from the forges. Just got them in for the more
troublesome
guests," he said.

Tanya caught a flash of light across his eyes as he turned to give her an admonishing stare. With menace, he set the quill back in its inkwell and closed the book.

"Well, she's all yours, then. We have some other duties to perform," said her Master.

"No rest for the favoured."

"Indeed."

The sound of her owners leaving reached Tanya's ears. The jailer summarily arose and came to open the gate. When he entered the light, Tanya gained her first real look at him and found him far more attractive than she had at first thought. He was young with feral, almost feline features and a short head of dark hair. His eyes had a private intensity to them that rushed over Tanya's form before he turned his attention to the bundle of keys on his belt. The jailer was clad in leather, with trousers, boots, and a vest. All were of high quality with decorative stitching. On his belt lay a rune embossed stave, a curved dagger, and a pouch.

He opened the gate and held it wide so he could indicate inward. The two slaves swiftly marched her in.

After securing the portal once again, he escorted them down the gloomy passage and to one of the cell doors. The jailer opened it as the slaves quickly removed her restraints. As soon as they came away, they pushed her inside.

Tanya caught a momentary image of a small stone cell as her legs wilted beneath her and she toppled into a clumsy sprawl. The door boomed as it closed and plunged her into darkness. The lock was set and she was asleep before the key had even fled it.

Chapter Ten

Tanya stirred from sleep and opened her eyes to see nothing but blackness. Recalling imprisonment she was in, she stretched her limbs and each one found a wall. The cell was warm and her body felt gloriously rested. The sleep had left a heavy lingering weight in her limbs. It felt as though she had slept too much and now had got used to that state. Deciding to indulge this addiction, she curled back up and drifted off again.

A blinding flash of light made her squeak and cover her eyes. Something was pushed in through the hatch at floor level and the panel was dropped back down and secured. Tanya opened her eyes and rolled the pained orbs against the dark. She pulled herself over and started to home in on the scent of food. Her fingers touched the plate and she instantly started to devour the unknown fare that was arrayed upon it.

Sitting in the darkness, she finished her meal and then laid back to digest. It felt strangely reassuring to be stored like this, to be locked in a cell and kept until she was required. The notion that she was again floating in one of the pods with her soul being projected elsewhere for the amusement of some malignant devil beast crossed her mind, but there seemed to be too little of input to lend such a thought any credence.

Having sated one hunger, she decided to treat herself to dessert. Her legs stretched out to touch the walls and remind her of her prison as her hand reached down between her legs. The recall of all that had been done to her rolled through her psyche and proved an effective encouragement. Tanya indulged herself with a long and highly enjoyable session of masturbation. She shook and gasped on the stone floor, her body convulsing as her finger danced. She almost wished for some more distinct sensations because she now linked her pleasure to bondage and punishment.

The climax she eventually acquired was satisfying, but felt a little hollow and lacking in severity. It made her wonder how she had become so utterly addicted to depravity.

Tanya scuttled back to sit in the corner. The lack of sight started to have her mind fill with images of what had been in her immediate past. The constant menagerie of perverse deeds, the subjugation, pleasures, and torments were soon making her quiver lasciviously. Tanya tried to keep herself under control, but the fact that her body was not under similar constraint made it impossible for her mind to obey. Her captors had dragged her through experience and memory and now because of it, her natural state was of being truss.

Her wrists and ankles seemed to itch as they tried to figure out why they were so mobile and free. Her mouth felt somehow wrong without something forced into it to keep her silent. The need for bondage was an undeniable and fanatic craving.

Tanya fought to meditate, to try to purge the lusts from her so she could rest. She was already starting to succumb to a new notion that would rectify this appalling abundance of freedom. Each time she tried to acquire the required state, she found her body flickering with revived libido. The image of the jailer and the sinister look he had given her could not be banished and she found her passions using him as the means to encourage her onwards.

With an exasperated sigh, she pulled herself back onto her feet and then with a final moan of frustration, she acted.

Tanya groped her way to the door and started to pound her fists to it. She stepped back and then began to kick at it as well, all the while screaming and howling. She elevated the volume of her hollering and caused as much commotion as her throat could provide.

A heavy booming note poured through the surface of the door as it was petulantly struck from without. The hatch slid aside and a shock of light poured in. The oil lamps on either side lit the face of the jailer and he was obviously very angry.

"Shut it in there!" he growled.

Tanya dashed forward and slammed her palm across the line of bars that prevented her getting through to him. The distress visited to her eyes by the feeble light gave her blow an added pugnacious edge. The shock of the assault and the loud note she rang upon the bars made him jerk back.

"Right!" he grumbled.

The jailer slid the hatch back into place and she heard him stomp away. Tanya smiled and stepped back. Her body was tingling and her loins were heating with new excitement. Her moments of freedom were vanishing one at a time. Any second now, they would bind and hold her captive again. Could she handle it? It was too late for second thoughts because she was committed to that doom. What had she done? What would he do? Would it hurt or would it be relatively mild? Tanya had to have it, whatever it was. She could not handle being this loose and able to exploit her own form. She needed ownership, the loving embrace of leather or metal as it controlled and dominated her.

The sound of the lock unfastening gave Tanya a moment to back up and shield her eyes. The door swung open and she tried to peak through her fingers to see what was coming.

Tanya gained a brief silhouette of the jailer holding one of the contraptions that she had seen on the wall. She was going to be one of the first slaves to feel its embrace, and she felt somewhat privileged to be such a bondage pioneer.

There was a soft crackle and the stave swept out and brushed her side. A wave of dark power rolled through her body. It was not the atrocious horror of the glove, but rather it was a flowing force that washed away feeling like a wave might erase words etched into the sand of a beach. She felt the spell course along her limbs and expel her control. In an instant, she was rendered paralysed and limp before she could even cry out.

She sank down in complete silence and toppled forward. Tanya's cheek dropped to the stone and she could only stare vacantly forward. Her mind was still working normally, but her body had been completely severed from her influence.

"Foolish slave. Now you'll have to be bound until you are required for my use," he said with a sigh.

The mechanism was set down before her inert gaze so she might watch it unfurl. The base of the engine was a long and slim plate of steel and the jailer started to pull out the various struts that were riveted to it.

A trident of low poles was hoisted up at one end and adjusted. The central strut was a little taller than the others were and bore a thick leather collar. Those on either side had equally secure cuffs riveted atop them. He moved to the other end of the item and drew out a wide fork of steel that ran along the floor. The two prongs had fetters located at the base and the tip.

Finally, from along the central plate there arose a final articulated arm. Upon it was set a long and impressively ridged phallus.

"Well, over you come, slave."

The jailer took hold of her inert anatomy, dragged her over, and laid her face down and her neck served into the leather collar. He buckled it firmly into place and then dropped her wrists into the awaiting cuffs. Her brow now rested upon the ground and her hands held a little way up to leave her resting on her elbows.

"You paladins. I don't know. I really don't. Always fighting to the bitter end. And bitter it will be if you don't do what her Majesty wishes," he idly commented.

He stretched Tanya's body down and brought it up onto its knees, splaying her thighs a short distance apart so that the top of her calves and her ankles could be constrained. With her body languid from the sorceress' sedative, her spine was left slightly bowed, but she could not wilt any further in the arms of the device.

"And that'd be a shame. You have a veeery nice physique, slave. All that combat training, no doubt. Not too muscular, not too fat, not too curvy or slim. In fact, you're just right."

The jailer aimed the dildo and moved it until he was satisfied with the position. He then appeared at the head of the item and presented a final part to the machine, one that was detachable and therefore optional.

"Normally, I would have ended it here, but your little ruckus is going to have this installed. Just thought you'd like to know that."

The
L
shaped section of metal bore a fat and stubby phallic device at one end. The other was slid into a covert fixture in the base plate from which the many arms of constraint had emerged.

The jailer placed his hand to her forehead, hoisted her up, and entered the toy between her slack jaws. The metal support was shoved into place and this left her face held up and backward while her mouth was crammed full of replica manhood.

Tanya could plainly see that even if she regained motor function, she would not be able to pull her head back far enough to get the dildo out of her mouth.