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  Before they left the tub, the woman insisted on them washing each other’s hair. Tanya submitted, even though the woman kept on fondling and caressing her throughout it all. Finally, washed, rinsed, brushed and dried, Tanya watched the last of the water drain out of the tub with a final gurgle. She was on all fours again, and still naked. The woman was humming some tune as she primped herself in front of the mirror. Tanya steeled herself to wait patiently.

  “You do look quite appealing that way,” the woman said at last. “Especially with your head hanging down like that. It’s a very submissive pose, my dear. You seem to come by it naturally.”

  Tanya bit her lip to keep back the words an incautious part of her wanted to say. Then she felt the woman’s hand caressing her back and she couldn’t repress a shudder.

  “Hold still now, dear,” the woman said. “I’m going to give you a little something to wear.”

  Tanya wondered what on earth her tormentor could possibly mean, and then she felt something being put around her neck. She only got a quick look at it, and was horrified to see that it was a thin black leather collar.

  “No…” she begged. “Please, mistress, no.”

  “Nonsense,” the woman replied, slapping Tanya’s ass sharply. “You’ll be collared from now on, my rebellious little bitch, so you might as well get used to it now.” Tanya yelped weakly at the slap, but kept still as the woman tugged and yanked the collar on snugly and buckled it in place.

  “There, now,” she said brightly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” When Tanya did not answer, Livia brought the leash she was holding down across the bitch’s ass hard. The bitch started at that and yelped much more loudly. “No, mistress,” she said.

  “You’re learning!” Livia smiled as she clipped the leash to the bitch’s collar. “Oh, what a lovely, lovely slave you’ll make! Come on now,” she tugged at the leash. “Back out into the bedroom, my pet.”

  Tanya crawled along after the woman, grateful when the hard tile floor of the bathroom gave way to the softer carpeting of the bedroom. The collar felt as if it was burning her neck. It was a new badge of degradation, and at the moment it bothered her more than her welts, bruises and twinges, almost more, even, than her sore and throbbing pussy. She could not help but wonder what further abuses they would heap on her here.

  The woman led her over to a heavy wooden chair. As she sat down on it, still naked herself, still holding on to Tanya’s leash, Tanya saw that a bowl on a plastic cafeteria tray had been placed on the floor near the chair. It was obviously a dog bowl, shiny aluminum and built to keep from tipping over. There was something in the bowl. It looked more than a little like dog food. Tanya almost balked, but a sharp little tug on her leash reminded her of her place. Simultaneously, she realized that she was so very hungry now that even the chopped-up stuff in the dog bowl looked good to her.

  “Are you hungry, my little bitch?” the woman asked her.

  “Yes, mistress,” Tanya replied, her voice barely audible.

  “Louder!” The woman yanked harder on the leash.

  “Yes, mistress!” Tanya almost yelled in response, looking at neither the woman nor the bowl.

  “Well, then,” the woman chuckled nastily. “I have a little appetizer for you before your main course.” She leaned back in the chair and spread her legs wide as she pulled Tanya closer with the leash. Tanya looked up. She saw the woman’s pussy inches from her nose and really did balk this time. The woman pulled bore strongly on the leash and Tanya pulled back just as strongly, even though the tight, thin leather collar threatened to choke her.

  “Please, mistress!” Tanya begged again. “Please, no.”

  The woman smiled down at her wickedly. “Must we whip you again?” she asked, her voice dripping venomous honey. She gave the leash a sharp yank. Tanya sobbed.

  “No, mistress,” she replied. “I’m sorry.”

  “Come on, now,” the woman said. “I’m sure that this is nothing new to you.”

  “It is, mistress,” Tanya said, her eyes pleading.

  “Really?” the woman seemed surprised. “Well, no matter. I’ll tell you what to do. You’re a fast learner. I’m sure you’ll improve with practice.”

  Tanya made only a token resistance as the woman pulled her closer and closer until her lips were in contact with the woman’s pussy. This close, she could smell the woman’s musk, mixed in with the lingering scent of the bath. If she opened her eyes, she could see the small, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair up close. She did not open her eyes.

  “Mmmm…” the woman purred. “Just start by kissing and licking, my dear.”

  Tanya obeyed. If she kept her eyes closed it wasn’t quite so bad. She went tentatively, uncertainly, but the woman didn’t seem to mind.

  “Very good so far,” the woman said with a happy sigh. “Now, use that tongue of yours, my obedient little bitch. Thrust it up inside of me. Pretend it’s a flexible little cock. I’m sure you know how those work.”

  Tanya groaned, steeled herself, and thrust her tongue between the woman’s pussy lips. Now she could taste the woman as well as smell her. Her first reaction was to pull away. She fought it down. That would almost certainly earn her another whipping, and she did not want to go through that again. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could, feeling the slipperiness, tasting saltiness and sweetness.

  “Ahhhh!” the woman exclaimed. Tanya felt her put a hand on her head. “Very good! Very good! Now, just do as I tell you…”

  ***

  Tanya crouched over the dog bowl. It was almost empty now, but the contents hadn’t tasted all that bad, and she had been ravenously hungry, so now she was licking the shiny aluminum surface clean. She had managed to make the woman come without too much trouble. The taste of her lingered in Tanya’s mouth still, or at least it seemed to, and her chin felt sticky in places that she could not quite reach with her tongue.

  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 fo
od 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.