TheTrainingOfTanya2 (3 page)

Tanya's mouth stretched open into an impossible yawn while she was engrossed in maximal release. Her screech filled the air and she bounced and strained every muscle. Her head craned forward and her body quivered like the toy that was slotted within her. Orgasm struck and seemed to rampage through every particle of her anatomy.

Wailing against a perfect blend of purest agony and ecstasy, Tanya could do nothing as the woman thrashed into her presented rear with heinous strokes. The Mistress pushed Tanya further through the twin and radically different spires of ultimate experience. She escalated the effects of the toy with every stroke and through Tanya's already formidable distress.

The cane ceased its application and Tanya fell languid into the arms of her bondage. Hanging loose and weeping freely, her mind dripped with bloody tears of shock. The intensity of the event had left her dazed and torn up by these new emotions. She swore she could not handle them, that they were overwhelming her.

"Here comes a reward, slave. Enjoy it because your Mistress does not bestow them often," said her Master with a wry and knowing smile.

The torturess moved around in front of her and held Tanya's head. The woman placed it into her cleavage so that Tanya could cry and release her distraught response. Tanya felt exorcised, cleansed in mind and body by the ordeal, as though she had overcome some great obstacle and was now liberated from any guilt or personal defect by the intensity of what she had been forced to go though at the hands of this perfect sadist.

"Tell me that you love me, slave," she whispered softly.

"Ah uvv oo, istrefh," she croaked weakly over the strange gag.

New flows of tears ran down her cheeks, but spawned from adoration. The words had not merely been said, they were wholeheartedly believed.

"Good slave," commented the woman.

The Mistress started to untie the strands in her hair and Tanya swung back down. Hanging apathetic in her bonds, the fury of the event still lingered within her and filled every nerve with a twisting stash of excess feeling.

The ankle cuffs sprung open and before Tanya fell, the arcane hold grabbed her and lowered her toward the floor. The unseen fist reversed her at the last moment so that she settled down onto her knees.

Tanya was held upright by this grip and she felt her Master using strands of rope to connect the knot at her back and reach the coils down to her ankles. The two lengths sucked in all slack to bend her backward and leave Tanya unable to straighten up. Her chest was thrust into the air and her head was left draping on a moribund neck.

Her crotch rope was swiftly untied and the act of the dildo being pulled from her tender loins caused her to spasm and cry out from the flash of sensation brought by its flight. Tanya tried to jerk upright but the ropes to her ankles prevented it. The sudden fight of balance and bondage almost caused her to fall over.

The rope was wound about her waist again, but this time the knot at the base of her spine allowed the rest of the rope to traverse between her legs. This pressed the knots to her anus and clit once more before they rose directly up to attach to the overhead beam. With this uncomfortable support, she was prevented from lowering and any movement of her legs or body caused the rope at her crotch to chafe. She could not lie down and she could not rise. Tanya found herself trapped in the contorted bondage pose.

The torturess settled down before Tanya's front. She knelt where Tanya could not see her because her head was still flopped back. Even though Tanya's neck was aching from being left loose, she just did not have the energy to correct or resist the pose.

Hands reached around to her splayed thighs and began to run up and down the smooth flesh. The woman caressed the parted limbs so she might savour the feel her exposed slave.

The hands of the Mistress continued to meander. They ran along the arch of her chest as it was bent up into the air by the bonds. Fondling assessment covered her breasts and because the bound assets were flushed with colour and sensation, Tanya felt her arousal gather once more. The manual exploration of her anatomy by the woman was stoking a new and vigorous lust.

Pinches grabbed Tanya's nipples. The woman rolled the nuggets over in harsh grips to make Tanya stiffen and groan. She could not stop herself from relishing her lowly lot as her delicious owner examined her.

"You remember our bargain, slave?" she asked softly.

"Es, ithtrth," moaned Tanya, her tongue still snared by the sticks.

The organ was full of a chill pounding mayhem and this was the only thing she could detect in the numb length. Excitement tickled Tanya's mind. The realisation that she might actually get to service her owner suddenly brought her to an expectant silence.

The woman arose and walked back around. Her deft fingers released the cord and removed the gag. Tanya grimaced and snapped her maw closed. Her tongue remained lifeless in her mouth and exploded with denied feeling. Moaning and shuddering, Tanya worked her way through the effects of renewed circulation.

Tanya heard the soft rustle of leather being moved. Her eyes jerked open and she immediately forgot about the woe that was coursing through her mouth.

The torturess was standing before her. She was pulling down her thong to reveal a naked sex that was shaven smooth and Tanya's eyes widened with jubilation. Her heart accelerated to a rapid beat and the Mistress stepped forward and knelt down. Her thigh boots parted and she offered her pussy to the inverted face of her slave.

Tanya craned her head out and tried to reach her goal as soon as possible. However, the woman kept her treasure just out of reach to force Tanya into a dedicated fight to try to get to her. The scent of the woman filled Tanya's nostrils and she yearned to taste of her Mistress.

The torturess moved a little closer. Tanya's crippled tongue found new life and stretched forward as far as it could. The tip hovered in empty air and was mere millimetres from the revealed lips of the woman's pussy.

Another tiny shuffle forward permitted Tanya to graze the succulent skin. Her very tip just about brushed her owner while the woman glared down at her from above and relished the teasing of her supplicant possession.

The torturess moved forward a little more and permitted Tanya to run her tip along her vulva. The taste of warm feminine juices spread across Tanya's palate like divine nectar. The flavour intoxicated the adoring slave and made her desire more.

"Are you ready, slave?" she quizzed.

"Oh yes, Mistress! Thank you! Thank you for this honour!" Tanya blurted.

She forgot everything. Her one and only need was to give her owner the pleasure she herself had felt.

Without further exchange, the woman turned around and shifted back. Tanya watched the succulent rear of the woman pass overhead. The white cheeks gave way to lush bald loins that lowered onto her trapped head and bent it back a little more before trapping it between locked thighs.

Held in place and with her mouth pressed into soft sex, Tanya joyously let her tongue drift up and into the warm velvet tracts. Revelling in the taste and feel of servicing her owner, Tanya became light-headed with utter bliss.

The woman stiffened with the first lick and took hold of Tanya's hair. She held tightly as though it were a rein, using it to keep her slave captive between her thighs and then devoted to her oral task.

Tanya rolled her tongue into the intimate caverns of the woman. She tickled her clit and added long laps and deep thrusts. She played circles of motions on her and spilled the flat of her tongue upon her erect clitoris. Tanya's work was sporadic and ever changing. She wanted to do everything at once. Her desire to probe and explore her owner made her tongue a wild and random creature.

The woman moved forward and forced Tanya to consume her rear. Tanya's face was wedged between the firm buttocks of the gorgeous dominant sadist and her tongue wantonly flashed through the puckered bud. Delving into the orifice, Tanya licked deeply before being returned to her original place of worship.

Hands reached back and started to attend Tanya's breasts as she worked. Looking up across the leather fields of dense corset into the pale gorgeous countenance of her oppressor, Tanya felt like a supplicant mortal pinned before an almighty goddess.

The torturess was breathing deeply and sighing with pleasure as Tanya used every method she could to heighten the woman's joy. Pinches and scratches ran over Tanya's flesh, refining her submission, making her relish this lot even more fanatically. The woman continued to grope with harsh attention, this being her very nature. Tenderness was almost alien for the Mistress, and Tanya would not have had it any other way. A dark charm had been laid in her soul from this place. She did not know whether it was artificially created by magic, or the lingering product of her harsh years of destitution and then sexual slavery. Her time in Sebastian's cellar had set some hidden curse of masochism in her soul and had forged a secret pit of decadence.

Amber had installed the door to her depraved side and lesbian caresses were the key. The worship of a powerful woman who would guide and mould her was the Rosetta stone that would bring Tanya's secret desires to full and undeniable authority over her.

Since childhood, Tanya had been engineered. Tutors and parents were the first architects. Then vagrancy had reworked her, then Sebastian, Amber, and finally the mighty battle lords of the Order Eternal. There had never been a time when she had truly been in charge of her own destiny, when someone was not turning her into what that person wanted. This trait was the factor that had caused her to surrender to the indoctrination of the Master so quickly, and now there was no way back.

Tanya's eyes bulged with joy as she felt movement on her chest. Her master was straddling the bound torso of his slave. She felt his bare hands take hold of her breasts and then a hot turgid manhood dropped into her cleavage. Tanya stabbed her tongue as deep as she could and sucked her lips to the pussy of the Mistress in a bid to contain her cry of delight.

The Master pressed her assets together and started to thrust into the soft embrace. She could feel his pulse in the organ as he stole his pleasure from her defenceless breasts.

Looking up, she saw the Mistress turn her head around and heard the two of them kissing passionately. Tanya desperately wanted to watch them, but all she could see was the belly and torso of the Mistress.

She felt the manhood of the Master flick with tension and a jolt ran through it. Spatters of wet warmth touched her collarbones and his hands pressed her assets even more forcibly to his shaft. A few more thrusts added more to the viscous decoration and he released her breasts to free his length.

Her Master took hold of the crotch rope and she felt it shift against her as he used it to pull himself back upright and step off her torso.

The dominant woman turned back and her jaw dropped open on a gasp. Her head draped forward to let her cascading hair hang forth as her eyes remained closed and her teeth stayed bared. Her body grew tense and she was delivered to climax by Tanya's tongue.

The torturess was far more reserved and in control of herself than Tanya, and she took her orgasm with a staid calmness. After drinking deeply of all of Tanya's kisses, she stepped off her face and took up the forsaken thong.

"Something of me to worship while I am gone, slave," she said.

Lifting the underwear, she started to unthread its tangled structure. Taking the crotch, she threaded it over Tanya's face and made sure the strongly scented triangle of fabric was pressed to her slave's nostrils. Hooking the straps over her ears, she used a small piece of cord to tighten it into place so that Tanya could not shed it. Not that she would, for as she drank deeply of the sensual perfume, her eyes fluttered, and her belly lit up with new appetite.

The woman patted Tanya's face and strode into the darkness. The Master followed a moment later and Tanya was again deserted to uncomfortable bondage. The smell of her owner ruled her senses. It tantalised her prurient need and frustrated her immensely. The clusters of droplets along her collar started to dribble down her neck and she quivered as she felt the movement.

Tanya tried to gain relief by working herself against the crotch rope, but the accursed strand was so rough, it chafed too much to try. Even though she was repeatedly seduced into an attempt by ever-increasing need, she could not gain the relief she so agonisingly required.

Her back smarted terribly, her legs hurt, and the contortion was growing worse with every passing moment. The ache started to echo through her and shed all levity while it became all-consuming and maddening. It prompted her into fighting the position, in trying to find ease, but she never once succeeded. In fact, the attempts only seemed to heighten her distress, but again she had little option but to try. Tanya simply lacked the willpower to stay still in the cruel arms of rope and accept the level of travail that had been prescribed for her.

Each panting snort carried the aroma of her Mistress into her senses. It fanned her libido and made her dredge through her memories of the woman. Unable to stop herself she continually titillated her mind and made her situation even more unbearably frustrating.

Exhaustion began to set in, but the havoc of the position was not one that could permit an easy retreat into slumber. Tanya sank into the hazy semi-reality where she slipped in and out of a distorted snooze. She was beginning to get used to such a state of rest.

The bondage plagued her half-dreams. The scent of the woman spilled through her mind, and her disorientation and arousal fed the growing leviathan of her submission.

Chapter Two

Stretching her weary form, Tanya nuzzled back closer to Amber. Her hands locked about the woman and she felt fingers run down her hair. The woman caressed her with sentimental ease as Tanya relaxed against her lover. She wetted her dry lips and left her eyes closed so she could luxuriate in the comfort of the Amber's smooth body.

"How long have I been asleep?" Tanya asked softly.