Trials of Tanya Volume 1: Thief in Chains by Master Ivan

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Trials of Tanya Volume 1: Thief in Chains by Master Ivan

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Trials of Tanya

Volume 1: Thief in Chains


She was, indeed, a thief. A professional, skilled, experienced and very attractive thief. She was black, tall, full-breasted, and she could have been a high-priced model if she had been capable of taking orders from anyone.

However, she was addicted to excitement. She dealt drugs for awhile, refraining from using them. She worked as a prostitute, even as a courier for some gambling operations. Still, the excitement of the chase was absent. She was bored, until she tried burglary.

Tanya Barker did her first B & E at age seventeen. Three years later, she had miraculously evaded capture and had a clean police record. Now, experienced, she had successfully broken into a large warehouse complex in the lower west side of Manhattan and stolen a sizable bag of jewelry and cash, bypassing the company’s security system. Then, to her shock, as she trotted down the building’s corridors towards a remote exit, she heard a loud bell.

She found a small locker room in the corridor. Quickly and quietly, she forced the door in search of a change of clothes in case she had been seen. Two lockers had only men’s clothes, too small for her full chest. The third yielded a pair of hot pants and a halter top. Both a size too small, they would have to serve.

She quickly changed, noting that the hot pants partially exposed her ass-cheeks, and her full breasts filled the scanty halter top to overflowing. No matter; as a streetwalker she had worn less, and the stuff certainly showed off her body to her advantage.

The bell stopped. Tanya held her position, waiting several minutes as she listened for sounds outside the door. Hearing none, she again started down the corridor, leaving her old clothes behind, but carefully maintaining her grip on the bag of stolen goods.

She had just rounded a corner when the whips struck. Bullwhips, long and brutal, one wrapped itself around her throat while the second hobbled her ankles. Both were pulled sharply, and Tanya found herself yanked painfully off her feet and struggling for air.

The whips were yielded by women. Both were strong, aggressive and clearly had no problem strangling her if they wished. A third woman appeared, this one holding a pair of handcuffs and carrying a cat-o-nine tails from her belt. All three of them were dressed like whores, their clothes leaving little to the imagination. Red bikini-like uniforms, of a material only designed to draw the eye, not conceal their bodies. Strangely, as Tanya’s hands were handcuffed behind her back, she found herself attracted to them.

The bullwhips maintained their pull on Tanya’s throat and ankles while the third woman took her cat-o-nine tails from its belt-hook. With no words spoken, she wound up and struck.

It landed on the back of Tanya’s thighs. She had done many things in her life, especially while turning tricks. She had also been in quite a few fights, even lost one now and then. But never in her life had she felt such pain. As she rolled over, trying to find the breath to scream, the whip landed again on her stomach. She struggled hard, cutting her wrists which were now locked behind her back, and torturing her throat as well as she pulled hard against the bullwhips which stretched her out on the floor. She eventually stopped struggling, but not before she had been welted with over twenty strokes of the cat.

They put a collar around her neck. Made of stiff leather, it was over three inches wide and equipped with several rings. It was buckled on tightly, then padlocked. A chain was connected from the collar to her handcuffs by two more padlocks, painfully drawing her joined wrists halfway up her back. Her shoes were removed, and her ankles were locked into steel shackles, joined by barely over a foot of chain. She was leashed, brought to her feet and led away. One of the girls then spoke the first words of the encounter: “Bring her to the initiation chamber and string her up!”

Part of the warehouse had been isolated by soundproofed walls, a discreet but effective security entrance and the installation of a private loading dock. Tanya was brought through the security and escorted to a room which truly frightened her.

The walls were stone. The floor was unfinished wood, sprinkled with sawdust. The ceiling featured many wooden beams. Scattered throughout the room were a number of cages, as well as some implements of torture. The cages were occupied; each held a naked girl. Most of the girls were chained, wrists behind their backs. The girls’ nudity was total, except for a few of them which wore some leather or metal objects clearly designed to punish, not cover.

A rope hung from a ceiling pulley, at the end of which was a two foot long bar. The bar had leather wristcuffs at its ends. Tanya’s wrists were momentarily freed, then buckled into the wristcuffs. A switch was thrown, and her wrists were pulled up high until her heels nearly left the floor. One of the women who had attacked Tanya now approached her. She was the one who had lashed her body earlier, and she still carried her cat-o-nine tails.

“I don’t like wasting words, bitch, so answer me quickly, completely and respectfully, or I’ll put you through so much pain, you’ll beg me to call the cops on you.”

“Fat chance, bitch! Get me out of this, and I’ll show...”

Tanya’s protest was cut off by a full-strength cut of the whip across her belly. She screamed, in both anger and fear. The woman touched a button, and the hoist raised her body an inch. Tanya’s heels no longer reached the floor; her toes now bore her weight.

“You will be punished for each offense. Impertinence, disrespect and disobedience are only a few of the offenses which can earn you punishment.”

She hung the cat on her belt, then pulled out a straight razor. In seconds, she cut away Tanya’s halter and hot pants, leaving her hanging naked. As Tanya considered a further protest, the woman took the cat in hand again and spoke. “Now, cunt--what is your name, and what were you doing out there?”

“That’s none of your God-damned business, bitch...”

The whip struck again, right across Tanya’s exposed breasts. As she screamed, the hoist raised her yet another inch. Now, her toes had to strain to take any of her weight, and her wracked shoulders began to ache. Her breasts thrust out most provocatively, vulnerable and inviting.

“I do have time, cunt. Perhaps if you observe, you’ll learn what can happen to you if you continue to resist.”

She turned to her assistants and said, “Bring out the slut in cage five; set her up in the inverted stocks with the studs.”

A young white girl, a blonde, petite, but with a full chest, was dragged, screaming, from her cage. There was what appeared to be a set of stocks at one side of the room, with holes through the wood for wrists and ankles. The girl was laid face down on the floor and her wrists locked into the lower set of holes.

“So tell me, slave. What are you?”

Crying, shaking in fear, she said, “I am a slavegirl, Mistress.”

Tanya felt a wave of her own fear pass through her at this. She had already been abducted, assaulted and might yet be raped. But slavers?!

“And to whom does your body belong?”

“To you, Mistress.”

“That obviously includes your tits, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And yet you attempted to conceal your breasts, to protect them from abuse...?”

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Well then, we’ll show you who owns your tits, until you can remember more clearly.”

“Oh, please Mistress, have mercy!”

Her pleas were ignored. At the Mistress’ command, the girl’s legs were raised by the two assistants, bending the girl’s back into a severe reverse arch until her ankles were directly above her wrists. They were then locked into the upper stocks.

The girl screamed in the agony of her restraint. Her entire body hurt, and her breathing was difficult, as most of her weight rested directly on her breasts. But it was to get much worse...

The assistants lifted her slightly, one holding each of her thighs. As her body left the floor, the Mistress removed the sheet of plywood upon which her breasts were being crushed. Beneath the wood was a panel covered with short metal studs. Barely a quarter of an inch long, they had sharpened ends which would penetrate her flesh. She screamed again when she saw her real torture about to begin.

“Lower her again!”

She screamed. Loud, moving screams, from the depths of her soul. Her body was still bent backwards in its semicircular arch, her breasts at the bottom. And her tortured breasts now rested upon the sharpened studs as they supported the bulk of her weight.

Tanya watched it all, fearfully. These people were pros, and they were quite serious. And now, the “Mistress”, as she was called, came to her again.

“Now, my beautiful but stubborn cunt. You are going to be whipped. You are also going to have your tits and cuntlips clamped. As my questions continue, you’ll earn more whipstrokes and get weights attached to your clamps. Whatever happens, you’re going to get a caning when we’re done...”

“Oh shit, no-o-o...”

Minutes later, her nipples and cuntlips were indeed clamped. The clamps were severe ones, and worse, each already bore over four ounces of weights. She had taken another dozen or so from the cat, on her back, thighs and belly. Her toes still strained to take the weight off her wrists. Finally, she conceded victory.

“M-my name is Tanya. I was ripping off the place across the hall, for some cash and jewels.”

“Good! Now tell me, do you have a family?”

Tanya answered most of the questions willingly. Some she resisted, but the addition of more weights on her clamps and a few well-placed whipstrokes loosened her tongue. Finally, the Mistress ended her questions.

“You have a break coming. When I return to you, it will be for your caning. In the meantime, watch, and learn!”

Tanya couldn’t help watching. Her own tortured body still hung in pain. The girl in the inverted stocks still screamed continuously under her severe tit-torture. And now, another victim would be displayed.

“Number eight! Hang her up, fold her in half, and set her up for the mechanical whip on her cunt!”

Another white girl, this one was a brunette, with darker skin and fuller body. She was dragged screaming to a hoist and hauled up to hang by her wrists. Her legs were then raised, a strap tightened around thighs and lower back, another one around her shins and upper body, until she was quite literally folded in two.

A machine was wheeled out under her. It consisted of a long leather pulley, motor driven. A cat-o-nine tails was permanently attached to the belt. The machine was turned on, and the belt started to turn.

The whip travelled rapidly along the top of the pulley. It swung around one end, continuing under the lower half of the drive belt. As it swung up around the other end, it dealt a hard, rising lash to the cunt of the girl painfully suspended above the machine. It continued moving, delivering a blow about every two seconds.

“This will never do! Speed up that motor--I want that slut to feel something in her cunt!”

The switch was touched again. The speed of the motor doubled, now lashing the girl once each second. Now, with the higher speed, the strokes were also much harder. The girl’s renewed screams satisfied the Mistress, and she once again turned to Tanya.

“These two cunts are being punished for the most minor offenses. You would do well to remember the price of any resistance or hesitation in obedience.”

“B-but, what is this all about?”

The Mistress swung at Tanya’s tits, a vicious backhand. As Tanya screamed, the woman said, “When you are given permission to speak, you will address me as ‘Mistress’ and any men here as ‘Master’.”

Tanya sobbed, suffering, praying for the clamps to stop swinging. Seconds later, though, the clamps became a minor threat, as the Mistress stood to her side holding a Malacca cane.

“Welcome to slavery, cunt!”

She swung hard. Tanya’s ass erupted in pain so severe that she forgot all her other torture. She danced wildly as she hung, the clamps hanging from her tits and cunt threatening to tear loose. Many seconds later, when her gyrations finally slowed, the second stroke hit.

She screamed, and screamed some more. Anything was better than this! She found herself promising anything, offering the most degrading acts, just to stop the cane. At one point, the Mistress responded with, “But you’ll be made to do all those things anyway, cunt, and you’ll beg to be allowed to do them. You are now a slave, an owned girl. You have nothing to bargain with, and everything we want will be taken from you anyway!” The cane continued.

She lost count of the strokes long before it ended. Her screams had deteriorated into a continuous sob. Finally, she was alone, dripping with sweat, suffering in pain as the clamps still tortured her nipples and labia and her body swung from its semi-suspension. The other two girls remained in torture, one in the unique stock, the other one still undergoing her continuous cunt-whipping. For perhaps a full hour, Tanya suffered, until a man entered the room flanked by two females. He came straight to her and spoke.

“Welcome to our establishment, Tanya. Since you are a newcomer, I thought you’d like to know just what is going to happen to you.”

“Oh please, get me out of here!”

The man’s smile remained. “As you have been told, you are to address us only as Master or Mistress. Violations bring punishment. Nadia, three strokes to her breasts.”

Tanya stared wild-eyed as the girl quickly removed her nipple clamps, eliciting a pair of piercing screams. She then wound up with her cat and struck her hard, welting both of her breasts. A second stroke followed quickly, on the backhand, as did a third. On each stroke, Tanya cried pitifully. The man’s smile remained unchanged.

When finished, the girl replaced Tanya’s clamps. Tanya herself cried, helpless.

“Very good, Nadia. Now, raise her up another inch.”

The hoist was engaged once more, and Tanya’s toes left the floor altogether.

“Now, Tanya. Did you wish to request something of me?”

In spite of her torture, she knew she was being baited.

“Master, please, could I be released?”

He smiled, and responded, “No. However, for asking in the correct way, I shall ease your punishment. Nadia, lower her again, two inches.”

Her toes again found a foothold, easing a bit of the strain from her arms. Tanya knew what was required of her: “Thank you, Master.”

The man resumed his speech. “You are going to be trained. You are going to obey every command issued to you by anyone here, and do so instantly, completely, and with the utmost respect. You shall remain totally available to anyone who wishes to use you for any reason. As you can see, we don’t take kindly to disobedience. Nadia, how long have these two cunt been in punishment?”

“An hour and ten minutes, Master.”

“Good. Release the one being tit-tortured in twenty minutes, and return her to her cage. Stop the pussy-whipping on the other one at that time, but let her hang for an additional half-hour.”

“Yes, Master.”

He checked his watch. “Tanya, to you, this is Mistress Nadia. She will train you over the next four hours, then you’ll be sent to me for some tests. I advise you to cooperate with her in full.” He turned, and walked out.

Mistress Nadia occupied herself with other matters as Tanya hung, suffering. Her clamped nipples and labia were in agony, her shoulders cried out in pain, and as she watched the two wretches being tortured in front of her, she shuddered in utter fear. She had always been tough. Never in her life had she taken shit from another woman, and most men she intimidated with just a look. Physically, she was more than adequate in defending herself, and she proved it with regularity. But here, she would not benefit from those talents. In point of fact, her very toughness might be her worst enemy. She shuddered again in fear, her stretched body rippling in reaction. At once, the clamps hanging from her tits and cunt started swinging again, and she groaned in pain with the renewed torture.

A few minutes later, Tanya’s clamps were released and her wrists lowered enough for her to stand on her own feet. A belt was fastened around her waist, with some extra straps at its rear corners.

“Alright, cunt. I’m going to release your wrists, one at a time, and fasten them to your waist belt. Resist, and you’ll be punished for an hour.” The woman took Tanya’s right wrist first and moved it to a point just over her left hip, behind her. her left wrist was similarly fastened over her right hip, her arms crossed. She noted the increased protrusion of her breasts, still in pain as her blood slowly returned to her nipples and cuntlips. A leash was attached to her collar, and her Mistress commanded, “To your knees, bitch!”

Tanya considered hesitating, but one look at the whip hanging from the woman’s belt convinced her otherwise. She’d have to play the game, whatever the price, and hope for an opportunity. She dropped to her knees and was led to the nearby training hall.

One wall was completely mirrored. There were a dozen training stations in front of the mirror, each marked by wooden dividers extending out two feet in front of the mirrors. Ten out of the twelve stations were occupied by girls. All were naked; many were restrained; a few wore clamps or other punishment gear. All of them looked strained, as if they had been there for a considerable time.

They were kneeling. Their knees were widely spread, in a few cases by leather straps. Wrists were either crossed voluntarily or bound behind their backs. They faced the mirrors, looking at their exposed bodies. A training Mistress supervised them closely, poking one, lashing at another whose shoulders weren’t pulled back far enough.

Tanya was made to kneel and assume the same position. Her wrists remained crossed and bound behind her, causing her breasts to thrust out obscenely. Her knees were strapped to the floor, spread wide to the point of pain and beyond. She noted that she could not see the other girls in the mirror. If she turned her head, however, she could see them, as she earned a lashing for the effort.

She considered her options. It was unlikely that she would be left unrestrained. Somehow, she had to break out. While the idea of trusting another bitch didn’t appeal to her, it might be necessary. She’d probably have to improvise a weapon and disable several of their security people to make it out.

For over an hour, she tried to think clearly. She was afraid, still suffering the pain from welts she already bore. And worst of all, the sight of her own body in the mirror was arousing her. She’d pull against her restraints and see her muscles flex, her tits shake. And her cunt, visibly moistening, was opened wide and exposed.

Several slave trainers came and went during her wait. Finally, Tanya herself was leashed, her knee straps released, and she was led off, her wrists still restrained, crawling on her knees.

She was led into a room used for slave preparation. A waist-level bench awaited her, one of many. Most were occupied. She was laid down on her back and a heavy strap tightened severely around her waist. Her wrists were pulled high over her head and fastened in place. Finally, her legs were hoisted up high and spread wide. her ass hung out over the edge of the bench, with her lower holes gaping open and exposed.

Mistress Nadia instructed one of the attendants, “Shave her cunt and armpits. Then, size both her cunt and ass, and lock in dildos one step larger in both. If she protests, go up two steps.” With that, she was gone.

The girl attending her quickly went to a drawer beneath the bench and took out a dildo. it measured an inch in diameter and eight inches long. She lubricated it, then forced it into Tanya’s ass. She buried most of its length, carefully measuring the penetration. Withdrawing it, she went to one an inch and a half wide by nine inches long, again forcing in its length. Again, it was withdrawn and another substituted, measuring an inch and three quarters wide and a full nine and a half inches long. Smiling, she withdrew that one and set it aside. Tanya moaned on each insertion, gritting her teeth.

Her cunt was next. Again, the first phallus was mid-sized, while the next ones got progressively larger. Finally, a two by eleven inch monster was forced all the way into her pussy, painfully filling her. It also was set aside.

Now, she was shaved. Her pussy was first. It was followed by her armpits, while her denuded cunt remained open and exposed. Tanya felt the air currents in the room on her cunt, a constant reminder of her forced display. There was a steady flow of people moving by her in the room, both staff and slaves, and most of them looked her over quite openly as they passed. She had few qualms about revealing her body, but she was used to being in control. Here, she was helpless to resist their eyes. And she knew that soon she would be available for much more.

Tanya’s shave was finished. Quickly, her attendant mounted the pair of dildos on a harness, then thrust them both home, filling her lower holes. She screamed as her flesh was painfully stretched, then noticed her rapidly building arousal. The leather harness was tightened severely, then locked.

She was released from the table, then again brought to her knees. A leash was attached to her collar, then the attendant ordered, “Follow me, on your knees!”

The attendant allowed no hesitation, dragging her along by the leash. instantly, Tanya realized that the movement of her legs as she crawled caused the dildos to move inside her, stimulating her. She knew if she had to crawl or walk any distance, she would be forced to orgasm. Unfortunately, their next stop was only a short distance away. She arrived in a highly excited state, but would be helpless to relieve herself. She was greeted by Mistress Nadia.

“Welcome, cunt! This is, as you can see, where our novice slaves begin learning how to suck cock.” Tanya looked. There were a dozen posts, each one a bit over three feet high. Each one had a dildo extending out from its top horizontally, some six inches or more in length. Each one also had a girl chained to it by her collar. The dildos were being sucked by the girls, their chains holding their collars close, forcing the dildos to remain in their mouths constantly. Tanya also noticed, with trepidation, that the girls were deep-throating the dildos on nearly every stroke.

“As you can see, all the girls are working hard, devoted to perfecting their most important and useful talent.”

Tanya was forced to one of the remaining posts. With the mirrored walls, she could easily see herself as well as most of the other slaves as they worked. Her mouth was penetrated by the rubber phallus at her station, and her collar chained in place. Her dildo was about an inch in diameter and six inches long.

Nadia examined the setup closely, considering. She told the attendant, “This is one tough cunt. Start her two steps larger!”

Her dildo was replaced with one a substantial eight inches long and an inch and a quarter across. Tanya was disturbed to find her collar chain was not lengthened to compensate. When she withdrew her mouth as much as the chain would allow, it penetrated to the back of her throat. There were still five inches of it outside her lips.

Nadia now explained the rules of the exercise. “You are here to work on your deep-throat technique. You will notice a small button on the post an inch under the base of the dildo. When you suck the cock all the way down into your throat, your jaw will depress the button, and our computers will record the stroke. If you don’t push the button often enough, you’ll be lashed until you do.

“You will be here for one full hour. During that time, you will deep-throat that cock three hundred times. Fail to do so, and you’ll do some severe putative training.” She interrupted her instructions briefly, to give the attendant some orders. She left, returning a moment later with a small glass jar, filled with a murky white fluid.

Nadia took the jar and attached it to the top of the post. “Your reward, cocksucker, if you succeed. That jar is filled with fresh cum, milked from six of our employees. When you’ve deep-throated that rubber cock for the three-hundredth stroke, it will cum in your mouth. You will, of course, swallow every drop!”

She left with a brief laugh. Tanya, her mouth filled with the rubber cock, waited fearfully. The attendant, true to form, watched her control board for a moment, then walked to Tanya holding a heavy-duty cat-o-nine tails.

She lashed out brutally, the stroke falling hard across Tanya’s shoulders. Tanya screamed, as she was ordered, “Suck it, pig!” Another stroke welted her ass, and she opened her throat to the cock. Straining mightily, she succeeded in burying it in her throat and felt the point of her jaw pressing the button.

“One!”

It was brutal work. She was indeed started on a rubber cock substantially larger than most. And unlike those times when she voluntarily took a male lover and performed a similar service, this job permitted no rest. There was no credit given for effort, no response for effective stimulation. It quickly became torturous. Several times, she gagged on the dildo. On one occasion, the attendant lashed her breasts with her cat, several strokes worth, until Tanya again deep-throated the dildo and pressed the button.

Other employees and staff members witnessed her training as well. There were always people moving around, either in a supervisory role or simply enjoying the degradation and torture of the slave trainees. Sometimes, they took an active role, as two girls were lashed, and a third was punished with weighted nipple clamps which swung continuously as she sucked her cock, torturing her on every stroke of her mouth. While Tanya had a great deal of stamina, the constant strain of her ordeal tired her rapidly. The rubber cock was not as flexible as a real one would be, so it strained her throat severely. Just as bad, she had no incentive from a living, aroused lover, acknowledging her efforts with his pulsing arousal. It was just a rubber dildo, and her sole motivation was the lash.

It took nearly the full hour, but she completed her three hundred strokes. Instantly, the jar of male semen, which sat inches in front of her eyes throughout the ordeal, emptied itself through the dildo and into her mouth. It shot in so rapidly, it not only overflowed her mouth as she attempted to swallow, but actually splashed upwards into her eyes, bathing her entire face as well as her breasts in the still-warm come from the male volunteers.

Mistress Nadia was there to enjoy her humiliation, along with a couple of assistants. “Sloppy pig! Can’t even swallow a load of cum properly. How much time did she have left?”

“Eight minutes, Mistress.”

“Good. Leave her bound as she is for that time, then chain her on her knees in a corridor to rest until we’re ready for her again.”

“Yes, Mistress. Should she be made available for oral service?”

Looking straight into Tanya’s eyes, she answered, “Yes.”

Minutes later, Tanya knelt in a long passageway connecting two of the training areas. There were a number of other girls there as well, all similarly restrained. Tanya still wore the harness which crossed her arms behind her and held her wrists, each over the opposite hip, drawing the shoulders well back and causing her breasts to protrude obscenely. The pair of dildos still filled her lower holes, providing her with a constant supply of both pain and stimulation. Her ankles were left free; she spread her knees wide voluntarily to lessen the pain in her cunt and ass. Her collar was padlocked to a ring in the wall, high enough to prohibit her from sitting back on her heels.

Looking to either side, she observed the other girls restrained with her, each ten feet away. To her right was a white girl, a very attractive busty blonde. Wearing identical restraints, she sported some vicious, fresh welts on her sizable breasts. To her left was a Hispanic beauty, similarly restrained, penetrated and welted. Then, Tanya got her next shock, as she recognized the girl.

“Julia!”

The girl looked up in disbelief. “Tanya! What are you doing here?!”

“I was ripping off the place next door, and I must have set off an alarm. Three of their goons jumped me and dragged me in, just a few hours ago. What about you? I haven’t seen you since that job we pulled on the east side two months ago!”

“Yeah. A week later, they snatched me right off the street. It’s been hell ever since, nothing but beatings, getting tied up, tortured and raped, and trained to enjoy it all!”

“I’ve got to get us out of here!”

“Good luck. I saw what they did to the last girl who who tried. It made training look like paradise. And don’t ever let them catch you talking to anyone. You won’t believe what they’ll use your mouth for...”

“Point made. But I’m going to get out. And when I do, you’re coming with me!”

Over the next few minutes, Julia filled Tanya in on the layout of the complex, her schedule and what she knew about security. Following that, they remained silent. Perhaps an hour passed, at which time two workers passed through, a male and a female. They paused, continuing their conversation, as they stood before Tanya and Julia. The male took out his cock and, taking a handful of Tanya’s hair, drove down her throat. Julia was used by the woman in a similar fashion. Minutes later, they both swallowed their respective loads.

Their visitors done, the girls simple looked at each other. Julia was visibly frightened, and a tear trickled down across her face, already wet from the juices of the woman. Tanya, with the male’s cum dripping down from the corners of her own mouth, was equally frightened.

Mistress Nadia returned, re-leashed Tanya, and led her out again on her knees. She was brought to a luxurious office and left in the middle of the floor. The man behind the desk, the same one who greeted her earlier, rose and spoke with her.

“So tell me, Tanya. What is the most important thing in your life?”

Tanya paused only a moment. She then said, “Freeing my hands, then breaking your neck!”

The man smiled. “I’m sure you would enjoy that. Unfortunately, the odds against that happening are quite astronomical. Suppose I ordered you to suck the cocks of several of my coworkers, or perhaps submit your ass to be fucked by them?”

She looked back at him, defiantly, fire in her eyes. “What would you say to the same question?”

“Were I in your predicament, I would be wise enough to cooperate. I, however, am not. You are. And your impertinence and resistance is making your future more unpleasant with each word you utter.”

Their eyes met for a few seconds. The man broke the exchange, then spoke quickly to Mistress Nadia. “Give her a brief look at the punishment toilets, then string her up by her spread ankles to exercise her mouth for an hour in one of the corridors. If that doesn’t fully humble her, then put her in the toilets for the overnight.”

Her knees were getting more sore as time went on. She hadn’t stood on her feet for some time. With her wrists still shackled, crossed over her hips, her shoulders were in severe pain. She was dragged to the toilets.

“Look well, bitch. This is where we deal with attitudes like yours. A few days of constant duty here never fails to show a slave her proper place...”

There were three women in punishment. The first was strapped to a beam, set back at an angle. Straps crossed her breasts and her waist, and a wide collar prevented her head from turning. Her arms were pulled back and strapped directly to the beam. Her ass was penetrated by a dildo, one which appeared painfully large. Her ankles were pulled back and up, locked to the beam behind her, leaving her only the anal dildo to support her weight.

A second woman was spread-eagled over an arched platform. Her head was strapped in place at the right height to straddle her face or penetrate her throat. The third woman hung in an inverted spread-eagle. All three bore welts, were soaked with both cum and piss and moaned as they suffered.

A man entered as they watched. He walked to the one bound on the arched platform, withdrew his flaccid cock and pissed, briefly, over her body. He then dropped his cock into her mouth, and the girl could be seen swallowing rapidly. The piss dripped down her face, with her tears.

“The minimum sentence in this room is twelve hours. Some girls stay here for days. No one leaves here until they beg, smiling, for the right to perform the same service that girl was just forced to perform.”

That was it. Tanya was dragged out a short distance to an adjoining corridor. She was hoisted up by her ankles, spread painfully wide. As the blood rushed to her head, her wrists were released, then quickly drawn down to be locked to a ring directly below her in the floor. Her ankles were then raised another inch to take up the slack in her restraint, leaving her as taught as a bowstring. Finally, Mistress Nadia straddled her face and, using Tanya’s hair to guide her movements, ordered her, “Suck me off!”

Tanya obeyed, reluctantly, and brought her off in a few minutes. She continued to hang in her torturous inverted spread-eagle, as her mouth was used similarly by four more women and three men, all within the following hour and a half. The huge dildos remained locked in place, ravaging her lower openings.

Finally, the man returned who had greeted her. Tanya only knew him as the “Master”.

“So, cunt. Do you have anything to say to me?”

Through her cum-drenched mouth, she said, “If you were half a man, you’d let me kick your ass in a fair fight.”

He continued to smile. “Ah, yes. I’m sure you’d try, at least. Fortunately, I am an exceedingly unfair man. Nadia--to the toilets with her! Let us see what she says in a day or two!”

Again, Tanya was forced to her knees. On a leash, she was dragged to the toilets, where the angled beam had been vacated. Her dildos and their harness were removed. It took her a second to realize that her four limbs were free, for the first time since her arrival. Looking up, she saw that the girl hanging by her spread ankles nearby had been replaced.

It was Julia. She was soaked by various fluids, more welts applied to her breasts and cunt, and new, vicious clamps hung from her nipples with substantial weights attached.

Now, in that brief instant, Tanya’s anger rose to the surface. She lashed out with her fist, crushing Nadia’s larynx with a quick blow. She followed it up with a punch to the stomach, then a crescent kick to the side of her head. Nadia dropped to the floor, dazed, her hands still at her own throat.

Quickly, she released the shocked Julia. They stripped Nadia, then fitted her with a discipline helmet to hide her identity. Using her keys, Tanya’s shackles and collar were fastened on her, then Nadia was hung up by her own ankles, replacing Julia. Her own whip was used to welt her breasts and belly, just to complete the picture.

“Sorry, Julia, but there aren’t enough clothes for two. You’ll have to remain a slave just a bit longer.”

She used a snap-link to join Julia’s wrists shackles behind her, one which she herself could release quickly. A leash was added, and they moved towards the door.

As they moved, a male member of the training staff entered. Surveying the room, he quickly walked to the still-dry Nadia, now masked and hanging. She tried to plead, but the helmet she wore had built-in braces to keep her jaws forced open. His cock entered, and soon Nadia began to swallow.

The girls exited, Tanya leading Julia on the leash. Only once, in a deserted corridor not far from the shipping area, they were challenged by a man.

“Where are you bringing this one? And who the hell are you?”

Tanya smiled and mumbled, slowly moving until Julia was directly behind him. As Julia freed her hands, Tanya smiled and said, “We’re escaping slaves.” He was then knocked unconscious as Julia applied her joined fists to the base of his skull.

The freight elevator was unattended. Quickly, she entered and shut the gate.

It was a long ride in the slow moving car. Just before reaching the outer dock, they heard the alarm bell.

The elevator stopped cold. Yes, their security measures were thorough. Still, the top two feet of the outer door were visible through the gate.

“Quick, Julia, help me force the doors!”

It took another minute to do so, then they slid under the gate and out the doors. The elevator began to rise again behind them.

They ran down the alley. Suddenly, a shot rang out.

Tanya turned, only to see Julia drop flat on her face. There was a red blotch on her left shoulder, with a small dart embedded in her flesh. Running towards them were a woman and two men, one of whom was raising the dart gun in her direction.

Tanya ducked behind a trash can as the gun fired, then bolted out the alley to the main street where at least a dozen prostitutes were working the corner. She quickly screamed, “Help! Cops!”

The girls, normally rivals, were quick to unite against what they perceived to be a common threat. Tears in her eyes, Tanya vanished through the crowd.

She was free. Minutes later, she found some clothes to cover her body to at least the legal limits. Still, she cried.

Julia, her friend, was even now being dragged back to face severe punishment. Hours later, when Nadia’s identity was finally discovered and she was released, Julia would pay in spades.

Tanya knew, she would soon have to return to rescue her friend.

Master Ivan
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