Torturing Tanya (Part Four)
by Paul Mellette
"She's your wife sweetie," Vonnie said as the trio stood around Tanya's
unconscious body. The beautiful blonde was still bound tightly to the old wooden
chair; the creamy skin of her soft belly shone like a beacon against the red of
her bra and the black and red of unbuttoned shirt.
"Awww baby," Dave said, "you know you're all I want."
"C'mon sugar," Vonnie grasped Dave's hand and guided it to the bra-clad breast
of his slumbering wife, "doesn't it get you all hot and bothered knowing you can
do whatever you want to her... whatever your darkest desire has ever been, and
nobody will ever know... nobody will stop you..."
Dave was trying to stay calm. He hated to admit that this situation had him
extremely excited. Even Vonnie's recent hand-job was long forgotten as his cock
began to stir at the image of his estranged wife there before him. The recent
months and years of bitterness welled up inside of him. Their sex had always
been good, and she had also been quite voracious. And when they weren't fucking,
they were usually fighting.
He'd always hated fighting a woman; he had to hold back. If he was fighting with
a guy, he could resort to violence; Dave was a decent brawler. Not the best, but
he'd won more fights than he had lost in his life. However he could never get
physical with her, and she had always been better verbally than he...
It would be nice to fuck her, he reasoned, knowing that it would be for the last
time, and that it would be out of spite and hate and revenge for how she had
made him feel... He could indeed do whatever he wanted... and she was indeed
totally helpless to stop him...
"Somebody better decide something," Big Mel chimed in as he crushed his latest
cigarette out in the ashtray, "I got big plans for that little lady..."
"Chill out Mel," Vonnie scolded him, "This is a big event for Dave... and you
know I want a piece of the bitch before you start carving her up..."
*****
Deep in the darkness of her mind, Tanya could hear echo's of thunder. There was
a storm approaching; it was as if her very soul was terrified of what was to
come. In her tortured dream she could feel the wind buffeting her and forcing
her one way and then the other. She fought to stand and move against the gale,
but it was no use. She was helpless. The lightning and the thunder drew nearer;
she could sense the impending danger, but... there was nowhere for her to go...
*****
"Mel," Vonnie spoke softly, "Can you move her to the bedroom?"
"Jesus woman," Mel said as he moved toward Tanya, "I just got her tied here;
it's a good position for me to start..."
"Please," Vonnie pouted, "I want to have easier access to her... charms."
Dave stood by silently again; lost in thought and breathing heavy. Mel quickly
untied Tanya's ropes and lifted her into his large arms. Carrying her against
him; dwarfing her like she was a child, he moved her toward the master bedroom.
Vonnie felt herself flush with excitement as she watched Mel carrying their
victim. This was her favorite part; when the girl had been subdued and was
helpless in his arms. She followed Mel and watched the slight swaying of Tanya's
arms and legs as they dangled across her lover's massive arms. Each step caused
a gentle movement and Vonnie's head moved in time to that motion.
Tanya's head lay against the big man's shoulder; almost as if she were cuddling
up to him... as if she were safe the arms of a lover and not trapped in the
grasp of a monster.
Tossing Tanya onto the queen-sized bed, Mel began to pull her jeans down and off
her firm ass and legs. Vonnie tugged the shirt away, and Tanya was left in just
her red bra and matching thong. Then as Mel worked on tying her ankles to the
posts at the foot of the bed, Vonnie began to secure Tanya's wrists to the
headboard...
Dave began to moan softly at the sight. Tanya had once asked him to play some
bondage games with her, but he had declined; he had thought it was too weird.
Now he realized just what he might have missed; but then... he was living the
real thing just now; and when Tanya woke up, it might be she who wished she had
never heard of ropes...
"Nice tattoo's," Mel muttered as he stroked the soft skin of Tanya's ankle and
admired the artwork he saw on her skin.
"You like them?" Vonnie asked him.
"You know I like tattoos," he grinned, "They'll look nice in my collection..."
*****
Twenty miles away, Tanya's son Wade dialed his mother's phone number. He
listened to the sound of the ringing and when the answering machine clicked on,
he hung up.
"Dammit," he muttered, "where are you Mom. I hope Wendy's not too sick."
*****
When Tanya opened her eyes this time, it was Vonnie she found standing over her.
"Hello cupcake," she smiled as she let her fingers run along the smooth flesh of
Tanya's inner thigh. Tanya protested into her gag and struggled against her
bonds but she was unable to evade her enemy's touch.
"Oh come on," Vonnie said soothingly, "you might as well get used to my touch;
I'm going to be touching you a lot more soon... and besides, you'll like my
touch better than you like Mel's..."
"What are you going to do?" Dave inquired.
"Sugar," Vonnie turned her head toward him, "didn't I tell you I wanted to taste
the pussy you'd been fucking all those years?"
"Oh..."
"Don't worry," Vonnie smiled, "you can do whatever you want to... to her OR to
me... while I do..."
Dave closed his eyes and swallowed hard. The overwhelming excitement and fear
were doing a number on his nerves and on his brain. He half wished he had killed
Tanya on his own, easily and mercifully. He even wished for a moment that he
might have been content to not kill her at all... but that was no longer his
decision to make...
While Vonnie kept gently stroking Tanya's leg; running her palm along the firm
skin all the way down to her tender foot; Big Mel took one of his knives from
the black box and moved toward the bed.
"Time to lose the rest of the clothes baby," he said and pulled the material of
her thong away from her body and sliced through it. Tanya yelped into her gag at
the feel and then clenched her eyes in frustration as the last shred of material
was jerked from he crotch. While her eyes were closed he repeated the process
with her bra.
Tanya's breast heaved as she breathed in and out. Between the chill of the air
and the fear and excitement... it WAS kind of exciting to her... so much so that
her nipples had grown taut. This was not lost on Mel.
"Hey baby," he taunted her, "you gettin' turned on a little?"
"Mmmgphhfff!"
"Oh I think you are," he laughed. Tanya's eyes grew wide with fear as he moved
the knife blade near her right breast. Despite herself, she seemed to grow more
excited; the more desperate her situation... the more she was afraid for her
very life... the more her body grew hot...
"How's that feel sweetheart?" Mel asked as he lay the flat edge of the cold
steel against her swollen nipple. She gasped a little at the chill it gave he;
but the fear... the fear was becoming a sweet thing. She cursed herself for
letting it be so. This was NOT her choice; this was cold and calculated and
evil, but she had always had an adventurous spirit sexually, and she was
experiencing things now that she had barely even read about. And part of her
liked it.
So lost in thought was Tanya, so immersed in her experience with Mel and the
knife that she barely realized that Vonnie had lowered herself onto the bed and
placed her mouth directly between Tanya's legs. It wasn't until she felt the
first flick of the woman's tongue across her engorged clitoris that she realized
what was happening.
This WAS something that Tanya didn't want. This bitch... the whore who had lured
her husband away from her... down THERE... at her most private and sensitive
place... to torment her. It made no difference if Vonnie meant to bring her
pleasure or to bring her pain... this was more than she could bear. The captive
sobbed uncontrollably as Vonnie began to stroke her tongue back and forth across
her hot little button.
Still, the pleasure was undeniable. Vonnie knew exactly how to please a woman it
seemed and soon Tanya found her body betraying her again... as she began to rock
her hips slightly in rhythm to Vonnie's licks. The woman she hated more than
anything or anyone on Earth was in the process of working her toward orgasm...
and Tanya was loving it. Her mind screamed at her to stop liking it, but the
body does what the body will.
Vonnie let her hand drag gently along Tanya's leg, and then slowly part the lips
of her vagina and enter in. There by her own chin, Vonnie began to finger
Tanya's pussy in perfect timing to the movement of her head and tongue. It was
more than Tanya could stand and her body began to quiver and shake as the throes
of orgasm hit her.
Dave watched and dropped his hand to his jeans and began to fondle himself
through the material. He had occasionally been able to bring Tanya to orgasm,
but he had never seen her like this... and the situation was hotter than
anything he had ever conceived.
Finally, as Tanya's body began to slow and her bucking motion grew calm again,
Vonnie climbed up her body and kissed the captive woman cheek.
"I hope you enjoyed that," she looked Tanya in the eye, "because it's the last
orgasm you'll ever have."
Tanya whimpered softly and tried to look away but Vonnie grabbed her by the hair
and kept her face pointed toward hers.
"You do have one sweet pussy," Vonnie continued, "and that little clit of yours
is awesome."
Then Vonnie leaned close to her ear.
"But Big Mel's into female circumcision," she whispered softly, "and before the
night's over, he's gonna cut it off."
*****
End Part Four
(c) 2002 Paul Mellette
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