Chapter Eight

Tanya lay on her side on the pallet. The room she was in was windowless, and with the lights out she couldn’t see a thing. She had seen the room when they had brought her in here. It was about ten feet on a side, the walls painted some sort of beige, the floor covered with some kind of dark blue-green indoor-outdoor carpeting, the ceiling covered with acoustical tiles except for the few openings for overhead lights. She wondered why they had brought her here, and how long they would make her wait in the dark.

Her wrists were bound behind her with a thick, braided dark tan rope that wasn’t quite as coarse as it looked. Her ankles were bound with more of the same rope. She was naked, except for the thin leather collar still buckled around her neck. She had a feeling that they would always keep her naked and collared here. She hated that idea. She hated them as well, along with everything about this place, wherever the hell it was. Every so often she wondered if Lana had missed her and called the police.

Her body was still sore where she had been beaten, but not as sore, and no longer stiff. Her pussy was still sore, a dull, throbbing pain that might someday go away but she would never forget. She squirmed into a more comfortable…or at least less uncomfortable position and tried to go to sleep. It seemed to help her heal, and it was the only kind of escape left open to her. They had fed her, but not quite enough, they had given her water to drink…again, not quite enough, and they were keeping her clean.

They were also slowly wearing her down, driving her deeper and deeper into degradation. But the terrible memories of her beating and multiple rapes kept her cowed and at least outwardly obedient. She had a feeling that they didn’t care much what she thought or how she felt about any of it. So long as she obeyed, that was enough. She lay still in the dark. All she could do was wait.

“Do you think she’s ready yet?” Livia asked eagerly.

“I think that you are certainly ready,” Grigori smiled. “You love this sort of thing. That is why you are so valuable to me.” He leaned back in his chair and took a sip of wine. It was good wine, but nothing special. The food on the table was good food, but also nothing special. He saved the best for guests or celebrations. Soon he expected to have both.

“She is a wonderful subject,” Livia smirked. “And her body is magnificent. So shapely and so very sensitive! I think that is why she responds so well to pain.”

“And it is clear to you that she hates what we are making her do?” Grigori asked.

“Oh, yes!” Livia nodded. “I can see it in her eyes.”

“Well, then,” Grigori shrugged. “Let us proceed.”

The lights came on without warning. Tanya blinked and stirred, wondering what was happening now. Then she heard the door open. She struggled up onto her knees as she had been ordered to do whenever someone entered. It was very difficult to do with her hands and feet bound, but she managed.

It was the man who had whipped her and the woman who had made her…Tanya drove the thought away with an angry shake of her head.

“How are you, my pet?” the man asked as he approached. The woman hung back. The man crouched down and began fondling Tanya’s breasts. His touch repelled her, but she forced herself to remain still.

“I am tired and hungry and thirsty, master,” Tanya answered. The man tweaked her nipple.

“Honest answers are not always polite,” he warned. “But I will let that pass for now.” He gave Tanya’s breasts a last familiar squeeze and stood up. “Come in, Halder,” he called out.

Another man entered the room, and a chill stab of fear struck Tanya in her heart. He was tall, and under the dark coveralls he wore he seemed to be thickly and powerfully muscled. She could see vivid tattoos on his bare arms and a bristle of dark beard on his face. His hair had been cut to little more than another set of bristles. Something about him made her think of an executioner, or a torturer. He saw Tanya and smiled like a wolf spotting a snared rabbit.

“There she is, Halder,” the man pointed at Tanya. “Go on.”

He walked slowly around Tanya, drinking in her naked body and her helplessness. Tanya kept turning on the pallet to face him, terrified of what might happen if he got behind her.

“Nice tits,” Halder commented in a guttural accent. “Nice legs.” He moved in close and suddenly seized Tanya by her hair. She yelped and squirmed until he shook her roughly and then she kept still, whimpering. She watched as Halder slowly unzipped the fly of his coveralls and drew out a thick and heavy cock. It looked threatening enough even before he began stroking it with his free hand, making it bigger and thicker and harder right in front of Tanya’s eyes.

“You got choice,” he grinned down at Tanya. “You want it in pussy, ass or mouth?”

Tanya wailed. She began struggling, but another, harder shake from Halder stopped it.

“Choose, bitch,” Halder growled, “Or I choose. You got nice ass.”

Tanya could do no more than whimper. Her pussy was still sore, and that cock would certainly hurt her badly. As for her ass…she had never, ever engaged in anal sex and if Halder tried to fuck her back there he would just as certainly tear her even more painfully. She was shivering in fear and revulsion now. There was really only one choice for her. She opened her mouth wide and looked up at Halder fearfully.

“Hah,” Halder snorted. “You bitches always choose the same.” With that, he stuffed his cock into Tanya’s mouth, forcing it open even wider. He grunted, holding Tanya’s head still as he forced himself in deeper.

Grigori watched as the subject’s eyes flew open wide and she began struggling, trying to pull away. He heard her choking and gagging as Halder kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with short, powerful thrusts, dragging the process out, giving the subject just enough time to begin to hope that he would go no deeper before discovering that he most certainly would. She was whimpering loudly now, looking up at Halder with pleading eyes, seeking mercy and finding none. Grigori smiled.

Tanya stretched her jaws as wide as she could, but no matter how hard she tried it wasn’t quite enough. It felt as if the man was trying to shove a fist into her mouth instead of a cock. Still, he kept forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth until she started to panic, fearing how far he might go. When she felt the head of it hit the back of her mouth she choked and gagged, struggling wildly to pull away yet not daring to try to bite him and make him stop. And then he backed off, just enough to let her breathe.

“Look at me, bitch,” he growled. Fearful, weak, dizzy, gasping through her nose for air, Tanya obeyed. She saw no mercy in his gaze, only a twisted amusement.

“You suck now,” he ordered. “Suck good.”

Tanya whimpered. How could she possibly suck this huge cock when she could barely fit it in her mouth? She started wriggling her tongue against the underside of it, her lips drawing back in revulsion for a moment at the taste. She made one more effort to open her mouth wider. It hurt, it ached, but she managed to open it the last little bit she needed. And then she began sucking, moving only her head back and forth. The man kept hold of her hair. He grunted in what she hoped was satisfaction.

“She’s not very good at it, is she?” Livia said to Grigori, loudly enough for the blonde bitch to hear.

“We will train her,” Grigori shrugged. “She will get better.” He looked up and around to make sure that the hidden cameras were recording every moment of the subject’s debasement, especially the shifting expressions on her face as she sought desperately to please Halder. He would be only the first of many men that the subject would please with her mouth.

Tanya had always hated oral sex. It felt demeaning and degrading, a submissive act. For that very reason, she did not mind it when a man went down on her, especially when he brought her to orgasm. But this was…she had no words for it. What made it worse was having an audience watching her suck and making comments that she could hear. She grunted and strained, sucking and licking the huge cock in her mouth. She knew how it would end: He would come in her mouth. The thought made her stomach turn, but there was nothing she could do about it. What was worse, she found herself hoping that he would do exactly that and not switch to her pussy or her ass before he came. As much as she dreaded him coming in her mouth, she dreaded that even more. She sucked, she licked, grunting through her nose with each short, painful stroke. She heard the man grunt again and felt his grip on her hair tighten.

“Well, I suppose she has some promise,” she heard the woman say disdainfully. “But she certainly has no experience.”

“We will correct that,” Tanya heard the man say. Then she heard them both laugh.

Halder grunted once more and then clamped the subject’s head in his big, hard hands. A moment later Grigori heard the subject squealing and squalling angrily as Halder emptied himself into her mouth. She squirmed in his grip, but no woman could break free of Halder’s grasp until he let them. Grigori watched as the subject’s face turned beet red and semen dribbled out around the corners of her mouth. Halder did not care. He would hold her in place until he was done. When he finally released her, Tanya fell heavily onto her side, gasping and retching, dribbling saliva mixed with cum onto the pallet.

Finally Tanya felt her breathing return to something like normal, but there was no way she could get that horrible taste out of her mouth. She had a bad feeling that the other man would want a turn of his own next. Instead, the big man grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back up onto her knees.

“Clean it,” he ordered, shaking Tanya’s head roughly. She wailed despairingly, but after a moment began licking his cock, now going limp but still frightening. She hated the taste, she hated being forced to do this.

Grigori watched as the subject licked Halder’s cock clean, showing her distaste for the task, but proceeding nonetheless. This was an encouraging sign. There was a high premium on slaves who would obey promptly even as they showed in their postures and expressions how much they loathed what they were being made to do. Too often a subject would break so abjectly and completely during her training that she showed no emotion at all, no matter what was being done to her, becoming no more exciting than an inflatable doll. Oh, eventually they all reached that state and became expendable, but with careful management this subject should finish her training completely obedient and yet still unable to hide her feelings. Such merchandise always brought a very high price when it was sold. He waited until the subject had finished, and then left along with Livia and Halder, turning off the lights just before he shut the door.

Tanya huddled on the pallet, a tightly-bound package of misery. There were wet spots on the pallet, and she tried to avoid them, but there was no avoiding the thick, salty taste in her mouth or her feelings of shame at what she had just been made to do. Alone in the dark, with no one else to see or hear, she allowed herself to cry.

***

“Quite interesting,” Grigori smiled and nodded to the tech as he listened to the sobs and moans of his latest subject. The cameras could see nothing in the dark, but the microphones missed nothing. The tech, an older man, fat and slow-moving, smiled and nodded back. Grigori turned to Livia.

“What do you think, my dear?”

Livia had been listening to the sounds with evident satisfaction. “I think we should leave her to wallow in her misery for a little longer,” she answered. “Then we can proceed to the next step.”

“As you wish,” Grigori said.

***

Tanya lay passively on the gynecological table, believing that she was past caring what happened to her. Her wrists were bound up over her head and tied off to something solidly immobile. Her legs were spread wide, her feet in the stirrups and her ankles bound to them. The weaselly-looking doctor had just finished examining her.

“There is some small tearing, yes,” he said. It sounded as if he had a Middle Eastern accent. “There is also some inflammation, but I think she will be well enough in two or three days. She is a very fit and healthy young woman.” He turned his head to look at Tanya’s naked body once more.

“Thank you, doctor,” Grigori said. “That is good news indeed. I am quite eager to proceed with her training.”

“As always,” the doctor smiled toothily, “I am more than willing to assist.”

“I know,” Grigori said. “I am sure we will be calling you to do so quite soon. Thank you, doctor.”

The doctor smiled, nodded, and left, taking one last long look at Tanya before exiting the room. As soon as he was gone, Livia approached.

“Shall we?” she asked Grigori with a smile.

“I see no reason not to,” Grigori shrugged. “And you know how I love to watch you work.”

Tanya made no resistance when the woman stuffed a hard rubber bit gag into her mouth. She was too wrapped up in her own misery at first, and by the time she realized that the gag portended something terrible would be done to her it was too late; the woman had already buckled the thing securely in place.

“There, now,” Livia said brightly, looking down as fear began to blossom in the blonde bitch’s eyes. “Are we all comfy? Good.” She reached out to fondle the bitch’s tits. They were so full and round and firm that they really were spectacular, even mouth-watering. “Now, my dear,” she went on. She slid her hand down between the bitch’s raised and parted legs. “This is really a very cute little patch you have here, but I must tell you that slaves are not permitted such…ornamentation. And you have such a lovely pussy that it’s really a shame to hide it even a little bit. So, since you’re already here and, so to speak, prepped for it, we’re going to take care of that little matter right now.”

Tanya closed her eyes, resigned to what they were going to do to her. Being shaved wouldn’t be all that bad, however humiliating. And hair could grow back. She heard the woman moving around and humming happily to herself. She opened her eyes once when she felt a hand on her breast, gently massaging it, and saw the man standing next to her, looking at her intently with no expression on his face or in his eyes. She turned her head away and shut her eyes again.

A moment later she thought she smelled a candle burning, but it was so faint that she began to think she’d imagined it. Then something hot and sticky was applied to her mons. Tanya squealed and her eyes flew open. She raised her head to look. The woman was using a wooden spatula to spread thick, hot wax there. Knowing what was coming next, and fearing how much it would sting, Tanya struggled to get loose from her bonds, but all she could do was make the woman’s job a little more difficult, which the woman seemed to find amusing.

“Oh, please, my dear,” the woman smiled up at her. “It only hurts for a very little while, and then it stings for a little while more, but women must pay the price to look beautiful, mustn’t they?” She finished spreading the wax, which was hot enough to be extremely uncomfortable and then applied the special paper to the spot, carefully patting it down and smoothing it out. Tanya gave up her struggling, put her head back down, closed her eyes, and bit down hard on the gag, trying to steel herself. Even so, when the woman yanked the paper off, the pain was so sudden and so intense that Tanya couldn’t help bucking and shrieking through the gag.

“There, there,” the woman said, gently rubbing Tanya’s mons. “You really do look much better now, my dear, and it looks like we got all of it with the first try.”

Tanya tried to let herself go limp, but the woman’s touch was so intrusive that it wasn’t possible. Then she felt the woman’s fingers at her pussy. She tried to ignore that, or at least not give any sign how much that touch bothered her.

“This side?” Tanya heard the woman ask the man.

“It is customary,” the man replied. Whatever the hell they meant, Tanya was past caring. And then she felt a stabbing pain shoot through one of her labia. She shrieked again, craning her neck to see what had happened. She saw the woman wipe the spot with an alcohol swab and shrieked once more at the fresh pain. A moment later, she saw the woman deftly thread a silver ring through her freshly-pierced labia and click it into place.

It was finally too much. Tanya laid back and let herself cry. Tears flowed freely and sobs wracked her body as the man and the woman stood by and watched.Chapter Nine

“I came as soon as I could,” Grigori’s client said. He sounded eager. “What do you have for me?”

“First,” Grigori replied as he tapped a code into the laptop on his desk, “There is some video that you might find interesting.” He turned the laptop around so that it faced his client and pushed it closer to him. The man leaned forward in his chair, his look avid. He seemed to have put on some weight since last month, and he was less meticulous in his appearance.

“Hit any key to play,” Grigori advised him. “I think you will find it all most interesting.”

His client merely nodded and tapped a key. A moment later, Grigori could hear Tanya’s moans and groans and the grunts of the man who was fucking her from behind, punctuated from time to time by the sound of a hard slap on her ass. He had already seen all of the videos, and had personally edited the version that his client was watching, so he was free to ignore those noises or imagine what they meant and instead concentrate on watching his client as he watched the video.

The man was ignoring everything else as he watched, hunching forward even further, his expression rapt, his eyes almost aglow. Grigori smiled. There would be no problems about final payment, he was sure.

Tanya’s moans faded to sobs after the first man had finished with her, sobs that turned back to moans of despair as a second man immediately took his place. Grigori had taken care to have this debasement recorded from several angles, so that his client could enjoy the view of a big, hard cock slamming into the subject’s pussy over and over again, or of the subject’s tits jiggling with each hard thrust, or the varying expressions on her face as she was fucked, slapped, pinched or had her hair pulled. In this particular clip, a total of three men used her, all brutally. It ran for almost twelve minutes. At the end of it there was a pause. The client drank in every second of it, licking his lips once and all but drooling over the scene.

“Well?” Grigori asked mildly after he heard the chime that signaled the end of the first segment. “Is it satisfactory?”

His client looked up from the screen, his eyes almost blank. It took him a moment to return from wherever his mind had been. “What? Oh, yes, quite satisfactory! Is there more?”

“Much, much more,” Grigori replied. “This is merely a sample video, to give you some idea of the overall content.”

“I liked the part where you panned back to show that the bitch was getting fucked in front of an audience,” the man smiled nastily. “And especially where you showed that she was chained by her neck to that ring in the floor.”

“Yes,” Grigori nodded. “Though I must tell you that by that time she scarcely needed to be tethered any more. She has become quite…submissive, though that is due more to her fear of further punishment than anything else.”

“Yes, yes,” the client nodded. “I could tell that she hated every minute of it. But, you said that there is more?”

“Yes, indeed,” Grigori nodded. “The next segment shows her introduction to anal sex. Press any key to watch, if you like.”

The man’s attention turned so quickly and so absolutely from Grigori to the screen that Grigori could not help smiling again. Now the sounds were all screams and shrieks and desperate pleas as the subject had her ass used for the very first time in her predatory life. He had supervised that scene personally, making sure that the subject was almost completely immobilized, spread wide in a standing ‘X’ even as he told her, over and over, what she had to look forward to. She had to know what was coming anyway: For the ten days previous she had been penetrated with progressively larger and thicker training plugs. She had utterly loathed that, but the horror in her eyes when she realized that the moment had come for her to be used by men in that way had been priceless…and he had even managed to record that pivotal and fleeting moment, just before the thick and heavy bit gag was thrust into her mouth. The gag was necessary, lest the subject bite her tongue as she was raped anally. It also had the advantages of distorting any words she might cry out and making her drool onto herself.

Once more, his client watched the screen raptly. Only two men fucked the subject in this segment, but it had been carefully edited so that it ran for almost as long as the previous one. Several times, the camera circled the subject as she was being fucked to show that here, too, she was being abused in front of an appreciative audience, even if the faces of that audience were digitally obscured. The subject’s screams were most satisfying, and even towards the end, when they faded to hopeless, racking sobs, the noises she made were quite pleasing…especially, it seemed, to his client, who actually had to wipe a bit of drool off of his own chin before it was over.

“Are you content?” Grigori asked him as another chime sounded, signaling the end of the second segment.

“I get copies of all this?” the man asked.

“Of course,” Grigori replied. “That was part of our agreement. We even recorded her first whipping and rape. That will be available to you also. I was concerned that we might have to edit your versions to conceal the subject’s identity, but it appears that neither the local authorities nor anyone else is particularly interested in looking for her. One of her, as you called it, ‘pussy posse’ made some inquiries a while ago, but she has since moved away and nothing more has been heard from her. So, if any of your videos should happen to fall into someone else’s hands, it is unlikely that the subject will be recognized as the young woman who went missing here recently.”

The client nodded. “I don’t intend to share this stuff with anybody,” he said.

“Indeed,” Grigori nodded. “There is one more segment for you to watch, if you like.”

“Let me guess,” his client grinned nastily. “Now the bitch gets fucked in her mouth?”

“Of course,” Grigori replied. “She has become quite adept at cock-sucking, though it is clear that she will never come to enjoy it.”

“Press any key?” the client asked eagerly, his finger already poised above the keyboard. Grigori merely nodded, and the man struck the key with some force.

Grigori leaned back in his chair and listened to the muffled grunts and moans and angry cries of the subject. By now she would suck cock on command, though it was clear that she hated being used in that way. She had even been trained to swallow when a man came in her mouth, and the expressions of distaste and dismay and shame on her face as she did that were beyond price. It would take some time to teach her deep throat techniques. Her gag reflex was still too strong for her to suppress, but he had trained less promising material to take very long cocks in all the way to the hilt. It had also been difficult to train her to lick and suck a cock properly clean afterwards, but the end result had been satisfactory.

The clip began with the earlier efforts to train her to suck, so every now and then there would be an outraged yell whenever she managed to get a cock out of her mouth for even a moment. But every time she did that, she would open her mouth wide for her assailant to stuff his cock back in. He could hear her occasional desperate gasps for breath as well. It made for a most entertaining soundtrack all by itself.

He looked at his client. If the previous clips had greatly interested him, this one had him enthralled to the point where he was licking his lips almost constantly and scarcely blinking his eyes at all. Grigori wondered how he would react to the dinner later.

This clip was the longest of the three. Grigori waited patiently until it ended. Once it had, his client simply sat staring at the blank screen for a long moment. Then he shook himself back to the here and now.

“Damn, that bitch can take a cock deep,” he said. “Am I right that in the last segment she had to suck three men in a row?”

“Yes, indeed,” Grigori acknowledged. “And as you could plainly see by the end of that session she was completely exhausted.”

“Good stuff, good stuff,” the client said, shaking his head and grinning. “That bitch is getting everything she deserves.”

“Yes, well,” Grigori shrugged. “We have several hours of video of her now. You will receive it all on discs formatted for your country once you have made final payment. May I assume that you are now feeling somewhat…aroused?”

“What? Oh. Yes. A bit.” The client admitted.

“I thought that you might. We are having a dinner here a bit later, and I would like to invite you to partake of it as my guest. It will not be for some little time yet, so I have made some provisions for your comfort until then. Would that be satisfactory?”

“Can I hold onto this until then?” the man asked, pointing at the laptop.

“Of course,” Grigori replied. “But I have something even better for you.” He pressed a button set under his desk. A moment later the door to his office opened and Livia entered, leading Cicely, naked and crawling on her hands and knees at the end of a leash. The client turned to see who was coming in, and while he made a move as if he were about to rise, he did not actually do so. Grigori smiled to himself. He suspected that he knew the reason that the man did not stand up.

Livia led Cicely over to the desk and handed the end of the leash to the client. He accepted it almost absently, his gaze fixed on Cicely.

“I do not know if you recognize this slave,” Grigori said. “She was one of the ‘pussy posse’. I thought you might like to have her while awaiting the call to dinner.”

“Uh…thank you. Very much,” the client responded, still staring at Cicely.

“You may do anything you like with her,” Livia said warmly. “She’s very well trained and quite pliable. Aren’t you, my dear?”

“Yes, mistress,” Cicely answered obediently.

“You will do your utmost to please our guest, will you not?” Livia prodded.

“Yes, mistress. Of course,” Cicely replied.

“I will have someone come for you when it is time for dinner,” Grigori said as he rose from his chair. “Until then, please enjoy this small offering. Livia is quite correct. You may do as you please with her until then. You may even whip her, if the mood strikes you.”

“What do you think?” Livia asked as the client led Cicely away.

“I think that our poor Cicely will be somewhat the worse for wear afterwards,” Grigori answered. “But such is her lot now. Do you still think we should keep her?”

“Oh, yes,” Livia nodded. “At least for the next year or two. I have grown rather fond of her, and she has been quite useful to me at times.”

***

“Ah, there you are!” Grigori greeted his client as the man came lumbering up the hallway. “We have been waiting for you!”

“Sorry,” the man apologized to everyone present. “I came as soon as I was called.”

“And how did you enjoy our little gift?” Grigori asked. The man seemed to flush slightly.

“Very much,” he said. “My thanks for your unique hospitality.”

“Do not mention it,” Grigori patted him on the shoulder. “I have something perhaps even more special to show you.”

With that, the man standing near the double doors that led to the formal dining hall threw them open. Grigori entered, followed by his client and the five men and three women who were his guests. The small crowd had barely entered the room before they stopped, making small noises of surprise.

It was the centerpiece on the long table that had drawn their attention, as Grigori had intended that it should. Tanya lay naked on her back on a large silver platter, her legs bound tightly calf-to-thigh and her wrists bound just as tightly to her ankles. For now, she was keeping her knees primly together, but she would tire as the dinner wore on. She was blindfolded. A centerpiece should not look back while it was being looked at. And as a final touch, a small apple was stuffed into her mouth. Her nipples had been rubbed with ice cubes just before the doors had been opened, and they stood out prominently. The small silver rings piercing those nipples glittered and winked in the candlelight. So did Tanya’s body, which had been carefully rubbed with oil.

“Magnificent!” one of the women exclaimed as she approached the table. “Are those real?” she asked, nodding towards Tanya’s bare breasts.

“Quite real,” Grigori replied. “Go on, see for yourself.”

Tanya moved slightly as she felt the woman squeeze her breast. Even though she had been warned to keep still no matter what she felt or heard, she couldn’t help it. She heard other voices, male and female, commenting on her body.

“Great legs,” she heard a man say.

“Great tits,” another man offered.

“A very unique centerpiece,” came another woman’s voice. “She really looks good enough to eat.” Tanya repressed a shudder.

“May I?” She heard yet another man ask. She did not hear any reply, but she felt hands prying her knees apart. She did not resist, though she did not part her knees any wider than she was made to.

“Quite lovely,” she heard a woman say. Then she felt a hand on her inner thigh, stroking it gently. “I rather like the rings. One through each labia. Very pretty.”

“Please, my friends, sit,” Grigori said. “Dinner is about to be served.”

Tanya heard chairs moving, heard a low murmur of voices. The hands on her body were removed and she slowly brought her knees back together as she had been ordered to. She could feel all the people sitting around the table now, she could feel their eyes on her nakedness as surely as she had felt their hands earlier. She was grateful that she had been blindfolded, so she could not see them as well.

“This is truly a superb female body,” she heard a male voice say. “Where did you get her?”

“Please,” Grigori demurred. “I do not reveal my sources.” There was a brief ripple of laughter around the table. He looked at his client. He had carefully seated the man right in front of the subject, where he could inspect her nakedness to his heart’s content…and he was doing just that, all but ignoring all of the other guests.

The dinner seemed to go on forever. Tanya felt a tingling in her hands and feet that gradually grew into a numbness. Her legs, tightly bound, began going numb next, and in spite of her orders she found it harder and harder to keep her knees together. As the meal progressed, her knees spread wider and wider apart. After a while not even the comments of the dinner guests about the two rings piercing her labia were enough to motivate her. Before the dessert was served her knees were splayed wide, exposing her completely and making her appear to be offering herself for sex. The comments, which had never completely ceased even when the guests were eating, became more numerous and more crude until she could feel her face burning with shame. Some of the guests became bolder and reached out to fondle or stroke her body. Some of the touches were so intimate that she could not help squirming, especially when some of them began tweaking or tugging at her nipple rings.

She had thought that the first ring through her labia was the height of outrage. Later, she learned that she had been wrong. That first ring had been slipped into her unexpectedly, by surprise. All of the subsequent rings had been inserted as slow and deliberate acts, with plenty of warning and no chance whatsoever of her avoiding it, or even making it more difficult for them. The pain each time had been sharp but brief. The shameful rings, however, were permanent. She had heard them talking about piercing her nose at some point. She had also heard them discussing piercing her clit, and that had struck her with horror.

She did not know how long she had been here now. Days and nights meant nothing when she was usually kept in windowless rooms or underground cells, always naked, often collared, frequently bound or fettered, and constantly available for sex in any form at any time, even when they were not ‘training’ her to suck, or fuck, or take it up her ass. As humiliating as it was to be used for anal sex, she found the oral sex to be even more demeaning, since it required at least some amount of submission from her and often required her participation, however coerced it might be. She had lost track of the number of men who had used her. There were four that did so regularly, always as part of her ‘training’. Beyond them were a number who only fucked her once or twice, usually in her mouth. She had heard them referred to as guests or visitors, and it grated on her almost beyond endurance that she was being used to provide carnal hospitality, just as it grated on her now that she was being put on display, naked and helpless, for the entertainment of a dinner party. She felt another hand on her breast, kneading the soft flesh almost painfully. The only bit of resistance she could put up now was not to show any reaction. She lay as still as she could, smelling fresh-brewed coffee as the dinner finally came to an end.Chapter Ten

“Surely you can make an accommodation here,” Grigori’s client insisted.

“It was not part of our original agreement,” Grigori shook his head. “And as I recall, you said at the time that you had no interest in fucking the subject yourself.”

“So I changed my mind,” the man retorted. “You sat me right in front of that bitch so that I’d see her all through that dinner. I changed my mind. I want to fuck her…just once.”

“Are you quite sure that once will be enough?” Grigori smiled.

“I have to leave early tomorrow on business,” the man replied. “Just one night with her. Please.”

“So we have gone from ‘just once’ to ‘one night’,” Grigori mused. “I must tell you, I am disinclined. You left little Cicely in a terrible state. It does not matter so much with her, as she is little more than an amusing pet here. The ‘blonde bitch’, as you refer to her, is quite another matter. She is very valuable merchandise, and at a critical point in her training and conditioning. Handing her over to you, for one night or one hour could have unfortunate consequences.”

“I’ll pay,” the man said immediately.

“It is not a question of money,” Grigori lied. “I have certain professional standards. You have your videos, all eight hours of them. Are they not enough?”

“No,” the man shook his head angrily. “They might have been, before that dinner, watching all those other people feeling her up. I have to get my hands on that bitch’s body at least once before I leave here. I have to! I know how she looks, how she moves, how she sounds, hell, even how the bitch smells. I want to know how she feels under my hands. I want to squeeze those tits, slap that ass, make her crawl and beg and cry.”

“She does not cry all that much,” Grigori shrugged. “And I am still thinking of what you did to Cicely. I have potential buyers coming in to inspect this blonde bitch next week. She must be in excellent condition then. I do not think you would leave her in that condition.”

“So it is a matter of money after all,” the man sneered.

“It is a matter of business,” Grigori corrected him. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

“Look, I’ll pay for the privilege,” the man repeated. “Just give me an hour with her. I’ll make it worth your while and then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”

“I am afraid that if I do give you that hour you will decide afterwards that it still is not enough,” Grigori said. “I think you are becoming obsessed with that young woman. That is unhealthy.”

“You said you have buyers coming in next week?” the client asked. “What if I just buy her now? What’s the asking price?”

“Please,” Grigori waved a hand. “It would be quite unprofessional of me to announce an auction and then cancel it at the last minute.”

“You sonofabitch,” the man snarled. “You’re just holding out on me to jack up the price!”“As I have told you, there is no price. There will be no price until sometime next week. And I do not care for being insulted. I suggest that you take your videos and leave now.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” the man immediately relented. He sighed wearily. “You’re right,” he said. “That bitch is like a drug, okay? I just want a taste. Please.”

Grigori smiled inwardly. It must be very, very difficult for this man to apologize for anything, and even more difficult for him to say ‘please’. “Perhaps something can be done,” he said. “It will have to be under strict supervision, however, and of course you will pay for it.”

“Of course, of course,” the man nodded eagerly. “When?”

***

Tanya crawled slowly along on her hands and knees down the hallway. Every time some new degradation was forced upon her she thought she had hit bottom. Every time she turned out to be wrong. And every time, she submitted, giving up a little more of herself, sinking a little further down to the level of a docile, captive animal. She had accepted this latest humiliation, bizarre as it was, as she had all the previous ones.

She was naked. They always kept her naked, and she did not think she would ever become used to it. She might have dressed provocatively before she was taken and put into this slavery, but how she had dressed had always been her choice. Now she was given no choice at all, and while previously she had loved it when men drooled over her, now she could feel their eyes crawling over her like filthy bugs, creeping into every crevice. There was a heavy leather collar buckled around her neck, and wide leather cuffs strapped tightly around her wrists and ankles. There was a chain, a leash, attached to her collar. The other end of her leash was in the hand of a grotesque, ugly dwarf who was leading her along. Worse yet, another dwarf, just as ugly and just as grotesque, was riding her as if she was a horse and he was her jockey. He kept thumping her ribs with his heels, as if he was trying to get her to go faster, and pulling on the reins connected to the thick bit gag in her mouth, forcing her to keep her head up and sometimes pulling her head back painfully. He was frighteningly strong, as was the one leading her. There were little silver bells dangling from the rings in her nipples, and every thump or jerk made them ring. She had no idea where she was being led, or why she was being led there. In the back of her mind lurked the horrifying fear that she was going to be fucked by these hideous little men in front of an audience. It turned her stomach just to think about it, however fleetingly, and she prayed, wished, hoped desperately that it would not be so. She was not quite so far debased yet that she could not do at least that much.

At length, she was led into a room she knew all too well, and her heart sank. It was a large room, unfurnished aside from some rows of chairs set along one wall. The floor was covered with a thinly padded cheap blue carpet that had probably been selected because it was easy to clean. She had been taken to this room many times, always to be fucked or made to perform in front of an audience, usually men. She did not dare look towards the chairs directly, but out of the corner of her eye she could see that there were some men there now, one of them the cold-eyed, cold-hearted bastard who seemed to run this terrible place. She feared everyone here, but she feared him above everyone else. He had made her look into his eyes once while she was sucking him off, and what she had seen in his eyes while her mouth was full of his thick and heavy cock had scared her as she had never been scared before in her life. She knew he was the one who had whipped her that terrible night, and probably the one who had first raped her. By now, whatever he told her to do she did immediately, without question or hesitation. She had not seen much of him in the past few days. Seeing him here now struck her with dread.The dwarf holding her leash led her into the middle of the room and made her stop there. Tanya started to let her head droop, but the dwarf still riding her hauled back on her reins until she was looking up at the ceiling. He did not get off. He stayed on her, keeping up the pull on the reins.

“Arch your back,” Tanya heard a man order. She obeyed immediately, and the bells on her nipples chimed. It was a pose she had been meticulously taught. She could do it now almost without thinking, though she knew it made her look as if she was begging to be fucked.

“Go ahead,” she heard a man say. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a middle-aged man, verging on fat, coming over towards her. He walked around her slowly once, just looking at her. She did not look at his face. After so many cocks, the faces didn’t matter anymore. Even if she could see his face, she knew that she would see that same hungry lust in his eyes, that same anticipatory smile. The dwarf on her back tittered as he pulled her head back just a little more. His compatriot, still holding her leash, gabbled something in a language Tanya didn’t think she had ever heard before. At least with her head pointing almost straight up she couldn’t drool all over herself.

The man circling her went around behind her, passing out of her view. A moment later, she felt her knee being nudged by his foot. This was something else she had been taught, to obey without a spoken command. She spread her legs wider, keeping her back arched, knowing all too well how she looked now. They had shown her pictures, of herself and of other women in that pose and in other poses, and often trained her in a room full of mirrors so that no matter which way she looked she saw a naked Tanya obeying, submitting, or being used.

“How do you want her?” Tanya was sure that it was the boss asking the question.

“Just like this,” the fat man answered from behind her. Tanya heard someone bark a command. The dwarf on her back dismounted immediately and scampered away, as did the other one. She let her head come down just a little bit as she heard a zipper and then felt hands on her thighs, thumbs spreading her pussy.

“She’s dry,” she heard the man behind her complain.

“Please move aside and that will be taken care of.”

The hands came off of her thighs. Tanya held her pose. She saw the dark-haired woman who seemed to delight in tormenting her approaching, holding a jar containing a clear gel. She couldn’t help whimpering when she saw it. They used many different kinds of lubricants on her, and some of them had unpleasant side effects. Nonetheless, she held still as she felt the woman applying the gel to her pussy, spreading it around, working it up inside of her. All she could do was shut her eyes tight and wait for it to be over.

“Be nice to the man, dear,” the woman said to her as she finished.

“There’s a good girl.”

A moment later, hands were on Tanya’s hips again. She could feel the bulk of the fat man as he moved up close behind her, spreading her pussy with his thumbs again. She braced herself for what she knew would come next, grateful that the woman had not spread any lubricant on or in her anus.

The man shoved his cock roughly into her. Tanya could not suppress a grunt. He thrust himself as deeply into her as he could and just stayed there for a moment, gripping her hips and huffing noisily as the teeth of his zipper rasped against Tanya’s thighs.

“You fucking bitch!” he snarled as he pulled slowly back and then slammed himself into her again, making Tanya grunt around the bit gag and jiggling her breasts so that the rings tinkled cheerfully.

“You bitch! You bitch! You bitch!” he snarled over and over again with each brutal thrust. Tanya grunted in time with his insults, waiting only for it to be over, wishing that it would be over soon, hearing those damned bells tinkling and feeling them bounce lightly against her breasts. They had just enough weight to remind her constantly of the bright metal rings threading her nipples. She had no idea why this man was calling her a bitch over and over again as he fucked her. In the end it didn’t really matter. She was a captive, a female animal here to be used as others saw fit. What difference did it make if they called her names while they were doing it?

“You…BITCH!” the man yelled just as he thrust into her again. This time he just stayed still with his cock buried deep in Tanya’s pussy, puffing and blowing as if he’d just done a hundred-yard sprint. By now Tanya knew all too well how men sounded when they came, and it didn’t seem as if this man had come at all.

“Now I want her mouth,” she heard the man growl from behind her.

“Very well. Please stand back as before.”

Tanya saw the two dwarves scampering towards her again. She had seen a lot of them lately. It seemed as if they’d been appointed to be her personal handlers, and they took every opportunity they could to feel her up in one way or another. It had not gone any further than that so far, but it always made her skin crawl. It felt as if there was something particularly corrupt, debased, even evil about the two of them. This time, though, all they did was make her lower her head so that they could remove the bit gag and then make her kneel upright and put her hands behind her back. She felt one of them clip the leather cuffs on her wrists together and steeled herself for what was coming. This was not the first time she’d been made to take a cock in her mouth immediately after it had been in her pussy, and by now she knew all too well what she tasted like and what all of the different lubricants tasted like. She kept her mouth open as the fat man came around in front of her, grinning evilly. His cock, still erect and glistening was inches from her nose. She kept her eyes downcast. She was not allowed to look at the men unless she was told to.

“Look at me, bitch,” the man growled. Tanya obediently looked up to see his face contorted into a mask of hatred, his eyes glowing like sullen embers. She kept her own face expressionless, as she had been trained to do. For the first time, she was grateful that there was an audience. There was something personal, irrational, and dangerously violent in this man’s attitude. She waited for orders.

“Suck it, you bitch,” he snapped. “Suck it deep and swallow every fucking drop of what I give you.”

He had not asked a question, so Tanya did not answer, though she thought that he had wanted to hear her say ‘yes’ or ‘yes, sir’. Instead, she leaned forward and gently took his cock into her mouth, frowning at the mingled textures and flavors. The lubricant was almost aggressively tasteless, but still a little waxy. Her pussy juices were salty-sweet, and the man’s contributions were salty and musky. She could show her distaste as long as she kept sucking. In fact, they seemed to encourage it, and the men she fellated seemed to enjoy seeing how much she did not enjoy it.

His cock was not especially thick or long. Tanya kept taking it in a little deeper each time, as she had also been taught to do. Then the man seized her head in his hands and rammed himself right down her throat, holding her there as she squirmed and struggled futilely until she became lightheaded from lack of air. Just before she felt like she was going to pass out, he let go of her. Tanya sagged backwards, gasping and choking.

“How did you like that, you bitch?” the man snarled, his voice a mixture of anger and exultation. Still gasping, Tanya leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth again. She began sucking faster and harder, even though the movement made her breasts jiggle and set those damned little bells to bouncing and ringing again. She sucked desperately, trying to make him come as soon as she could, using all of the little tricks they had taught her during her ‘training’. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, and get this strange and frightening man away from her. She began grunting through her nose with each stroke, letting him see how very much she hated being forced to do this. She flinched when she felt him put a hand on her head, but he didn’t try to force his cock down her throat again and it only broke her rhythm for a moment.

“That’s it, you fucking long-legged bitch,” he growled. “That’s it!”

Tanya kept to her work, her eyes closed. She felt the man’s fingers dig into her hair and heard him groan. She had enough unwanted experience now to be fairly sure of what would happen when he came. She kept sucking, and heard him groan again.

She was right. Just as he came, he grabbed her head in his hands again and rammed his cock down her throat, groaning like a wounded bull over and over again. Tanya struggled, but no more than she had to in order to conserve what breath she had managed to inhale just before he came. They liked it when they saw and felt you squirming in their grip, and she had learned to please in order to avoid punishment. It was just as well that she put up a minimal effort, because he held her in place for a long time after he was done coming. When he finally let go of her he shoved her away from him so hard that she fell over, choking and gasping, the taste of him almost burning her throat.

“Yeah, you bitch,” he snapped. “How do you like it? How do you like it, you fucking arrogant bitch?”

Tanya struggled up onto her knees again while he was still ranting at her. She did not know why he was doing that. She would probably never know, and in the meantime she still had a job to finish. Still weak and dizzy, she leaned forward again to lick and suck the man’s cock clean.