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Tanya Ch. 01

By: PendragonPrime



~o Curious Virgins o~

A raven haired beauty appeared out of the trees, young and buxom. Her skin was snow white and her lips like crimson splashed across her soft, cheeky face. She wore an erotic mockery of a funeral dress, black with the skirt cut short and loose with a top cut tight and low. Her big breasts pushed up in a fountain of ivory cleavage and heaving as she stepped out into the open. She had found her way to an old cemetery that was bathed in moonlight and pierced by threatening shadows. Her name was Tanya and she loved the dark.

Behind Tanya was the strawberry haired Penelope who was also young and busty. Her hair fell in ringlets around her slender face. Her green eyes darted about the old cemetery with wonder as a smile played on her full lips. The scene caused her to gasp. The weeping willows were swaying in the soft, night breeze. The grave stones and crypts were worn and moss covered. It was like a scene out of a Gothic romance that they both loved.

Ravens were gathered on the roof of one crypt in particular and watched coldly as the two girls quietly stalked through the cemetery. They kept close together, clutching at each other with a mixture of both exhilaration and fear. Finding a place to rest, they sat in the middle of the cemetery, their young and wide eyes gazing about the gravestones and tombs.

"It's so eerie," Penelope whispered, "do you think there are ghosts here?"

"How can there not be?"

Frightened by her surroundings, Penelope inched closer to Tanya. She wrapped her arms around the small waist of the raven haired beauty. The warmth of their two bodies pressed together seemed to help the chill crawling up her spine. Penelope didn't like this place, but she could see that Tanya was enthralled by it. Tanya always had an interest in the macabre and perverse. Tanya's greatest wish was always to see a ghost and explore dark places. Sensing Penelope's anxious mood, Tanya decided to lighten the conversation.

"Tell me about this Jack," Tanya said.

"Well," Penelope was suddenly beaming with a bright smile, "as you know our parents arranged our marriage. It turns out that he is very handsome and will obtain a sizable inheritance from his father Mr. Darcy. We've already started looking for a house to be our home."

"You must be so excited."

"Oh I am," Penelope continued, "I am nervous though, mostly about our wedding night. I've never even kissed anyone before, romantically at least. I dread that I'll be an awful disappointment to him in the end. It worries me so. But, we're eighteen now and now must be married. That's the way of a civilized society. "

"I suppose so," Tanya sighed, "it's just that it all sounds so dull. Where is all the excitement and adventure in it?"

"But Tanya, don't you want a husband?"

"I do," Tanya said, "but I don't. I don't know what I want. It's just all so confusing. Why have only one lover your entire life when you can have as many as you want unmarried?"

"Tanya!" Penelope gasped, "you haven't! Have you?"

"No, not yet."

"Good, because that would be most improper. Besides, they have a word for an unmarried woman who fornicates with men. Whore. But still, I wish I knew a little more about it. For Jack I mean. Oh, whatever shall I do? I mean, I know nothing of kissing and I am horribly frightened of disappointing Jack. We've spent so much time walking in the fields and talking. We are so in love. I want our wedding kiss to be magical."

"Let's practice," Tanya suggested, "that way, you'll be ready for it."

"Alright."

Penelope's face lit up into her bright smile again. Nervously, Tanya leaned towards Penelope gently touching her lips against her friend's. At first, the two gave each other awkward pecks, but soon the kiss became more natural and warm. When their tongues touched, the two girls became more heated and their kiss more passionate. Penelope's hand found itself on Tanya's breast, groping and pawing at it. Tanya's hand was on Penelope's inner thigh, massaging it with greater intensity. Both their faces flushed, their bodies burning intensely they kissed and groped each other in the middle of that old cemetery.

The ravens started to screech. Frightened by the violent noise Tanya and Penelope broke their kiss and regained control over themselves. The ravens continued to screech and caw as the two girls looked around to see what it was that disturbed the birds so. The ravens flew off of the tomb suddenly and circled in one black mass in the night sky above. Penelope clutched at Tanya terrified of what was happening. A tall, lanky figure cloaked in black appeared at the broken down cemetery gates. He wore a tall hat and carried with him a lantern that he held overhead. As the figure neared both Tanya and Penelope were terrified to see that it was the cruel Mr. Specter. His moral character was certain and his eyes were filled with shock and wrath as his fiery gaze fell upon them.

"Sluts!" Mr. Specter's hollow voiced thundered out. He tossed his lantern aside and with his free hand produced a riding whip from under his cloak. "Sluts!" He cried again as he lashed at Tanya and Penelope with the riding whip. Striking at their thighs and backs as they both cowered under him. "I shall report you for this vile behavior!"

"Oh no! Please don't," Penelope begged on her knees. Tears streamed from her eyes as she clasped her hands together. "I'm to be married, I will be ruined sir!"

"I care not whore," Mr. Specter replied coldly striking at Penelope again with his riding whip.

"Oh please Mr. Specter," Tanya pleaded desperately, "it was all my fault, I was the wicked one. I seduced Penelope, she was innocent. Let her go and punish me as you see fit. Take me before the court if you must but let my friend be married with her honor."

"No!" Penelope objected, "Tanya you can't!"

Mr. Specter ceased his thrashing of the two young beauties and the fire in his eyes dimmed. It was soon replaced by something far more awful and frightening, a cold calculation. He stood still, like an imposing statue over to the two cowering girls and considered Tanya's proposal. "Very well slut," he finally said, "if your friend leaves and goes straight home now, I'll say nothing of her to the authorities."

"Thank you Mr. Specter," Tanya said in relief, "go home Penelope, run straight there."

"I won't let you do this," Penelope replied. 

"Leave! Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself. Just get out of here!"

Reluctantly Penelope nodded. She looked up at Mr. Specter one last time before rising off the ground and running off into the woods. Now that she was alone with Mr. Specter, Tanya felt a chill crawl up her spine. Her bottom lip trembling she looked up at him and could see his depraved thoughts and desires burning in his terrible eyes. Unable to meet his terrible gaze any longer, Tanya lowered her eyes and looked at the ground instead.

"Bend over on your hands and knees and raise your skirt up," Mr. Specter commanded.

Tanya nodded and bent over onto her hands and knees as Mr. Specter had ordered. She reached back and pulled her skirt and exposed her ivory fleshed ass and virgin pussy to him. Once exposed she returned her hands to the front and gripped the earth as the humiliation oppressed her body and mind. Her entire body was shaking as she could feel Mr. Specter's eyes crawl over her, inspecting her carefully. Nervous she glanced back over her shoulder at Mr. Specter who stood behind her. She watched as he raised his riding whip and clenched her eyes in anticipation of the thrashing to come.

The riding whip struck her snowy skin with a loud crack, turning it red. Tanya screamed out as the pain surged through her body. The riding whip struck again across her ass leaving another red mark. Tanya yelped and felt something unexpected. She was growing hot and her pussy was moistening so that it gleamed in the moonlight. The more Mr. Specter thrashed her with his whip the hotter her body grew. The pain felt good, the sharpness of it cut through her senses already heightened by her fear, shame and humiliation. 

Physically exhausted, Mr. Specter ceased the beating. Out of breath, Mr. Specter stared down at Tanya who whimpered and sobbed under him. The power he felt as he saw her beaten and abused under him. He wanted to throw her on her back and force her legs apart. He wanted to fuck her, just as hard as he had beaten her. The domination had aroused him. But Mr. Specter refused to give in to his illicit desires. He ignored his instinct to throw the slut to the ground and ravage her. His hands shook he wanted to give in so badly. But he refused. Instead Mr. Specter pulled Tanya by the hair upward violently to her knees.

Tanya's head jerked back and Mr. Specter saw her crimson lipped mouth open. Her soft, cheeky face in tears, her supple lips for the taking. Mr. Specter could take it no longer. He opened the front of his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. With a sharp pull of her hair, Mr. Specter wrenched her face towards him and shoved his cock into her mouth. Tanya struggled, but was too tired and beaten to resist. Mr. Specter thrust himself down her throat, causing Tanya to gag and choke. She struggled against him in vain and part of her did not want to. So she stayed on her knees submissive, while Mr. Specter rammed his cock down her throat in a savage oral assault.

While he violated her mouth, he thrashed her back with his riding whip. Tanya's clothes shred under the beating. Mr. Specter was grunting like a pig, the sound of it disgusted Tanya. With each lash of the riding whip, Tanya gave a muffled squeal which seemed to please the cruel Mr. Specter all the more.

"Take it slut!" Mr. Specter grunted while thrashing Tanya's back and fucking her mouth, "repent your lust!"

Tanya gasped for air as Mr. Specter finally pulled out of her mouth. She had taken one deep breath when Mr. Specter's cum hit her face. Punished and degraded, Tanya slumped down on her knees. She couldn't even look him in the face. Mr. Specter's cruel stare was too much for her.

"On your feet slut," he said, "I'm taking you before the court."

Pulled up to her feet, Tanya meekly followed Mr. Specter out of the old cemetery and into the woods. He put away his riding whip and relighted the lantern that he had thrown down when he came across the two young beauties at the beginning of this ordeal. He guided her through the woods and back to town where Tanya was dragged shamed through the streets up to the doors of the court house. She stayed the night locked in the local jail cell, a cold and terrible place.

~o Judgment o~

Tanya stood before the court the next morning in a simple gray dress that was provided for her. The entire township was in attendance, a grand audience filling the entire hall. Judge Waite, the squat man with a toady face sat behind his elevated bench and her accuser, Mr. Specter stood to her right behind a podium. Tanya glanced behind her at the viewing public. Their faces were cold and unsympathetic. Finding their accusatory glares unbearable, Tanya turned back towards Judge Waite's bench that she stood in front of. The judge pounded his gavel and began the court session.

"Mr. Specter stands before the court and accuses this young lady," Judge Waite said, "Mr. Specter, what be your accusation?"

"I accuse her of lewd conduct of the sexual nature your honor," Mr. Specter responded, "I was walking through the woods when I heard voices in the old cemetery. When I investigated, I found this harlot engaged in perverse activity."

"The word voices is plural," Judge Waite said, "this implies other parties. Are there others you wish to accuse?"

"It is my moral duty to do so," Mr. Specter answered, "the accused was engaging in said perverse activity with Penelope Ross. Miss Ross managed to escape but I apprehended this girl and brought her to the court."

"Bring Penelope Ross before the court," the judge ordered.

The crowd silently parted so that a lone, frightened figure could approach. Penelope made her way before the court and stood next to Tanya. The two girls exchanged looks with each other before looking back upon the judge.

"Your honor this man is being dishonest," Tanya protested, "Penelope is purely innocent. I was the one engaged in inappropriate behavior, not her!"

"You have no right to speak to the court," Judge Waite interrupted, "Mr. Specter is a man of high character and moral standing in this community. His word is unchallengeable. The two of you have been found guilty of perverse sexual misconduct and are to be reformed at the Disciplinary School for Women. As for Mr. Specter, the court awards him a sum of five hundred coin for his upright moral character. Court is dismissed."

Judge Waite raised his gavel but a voice shouted out from the back. The judge paused and glared at the audience. A well dressed, handsome young man rushed to the front of the audience. The judge seeing this young man wished to be heard set his gavel aside and gave him permission to address the court.

"I am Jack Darcy your honor," the young man said, "Penelope Ross is engaged to be my wife. I would ask you to reconsider her sentence and leave her instead in my charge. I promise you that nothing of this sort will ever happen again."

"I appreciate the legal contract of proposed marriage Mr. Darcy," Judge Waite replied, "however these young ladies are obviously sick and need to be reformed. I would suggest you find another young lady to marry."

"But I do not wish to marry another your honor," Jack continued, "I love Penelope. Please good sir, I beg of you to leave her in my care. If she must be reformed than I shall reform her personally."

"I sympathize with your cause Mr. Darcy, but love is not a legal defense. The ruling stands as is. This court is dismissed."

With those final words the gavel was pounded and Judge Waite had ended the court session. Judgment was passed, Tanya and Penelope were to be immediately sent off for their reformation. Jack was despondent with grief. He shuffled out of the court house with the rest of the townsfolk. Though the sun was bright and warm and the sky clear and blue, there was no warmth or light in his eyes or body. Jack started his walk home utterly defeated. What the judgment meant for that poor soul, was that in all likelihood, Jack would never see Penelope again.

When he returned home he found his sister Marlena waiting for him. Wearing a golden dress that fit her curvy form, she rushed up to him in a bright smile and wrapped her arms around him. She had blonde hair as bright as the sun and the purest blue eyes. Her short height only accentuated her luscious curves all the more. Jack offered her a weak smile, trying to pretend as if the world hadn't just been kicked out from under him. Marlena noticed his forced smile and sullen demeanor. The smile faded from her face and she looked at Jack sympathetically.

"Why Jack," she said, "what's wrong?"

"Penelope has been sent to be reformed at the Disciplinary School for Women," he answered.

"What? But Why?"

Jack sighed, "Mr. Specter accused her and her friend Tanya of lewd conduct at the court," he explained, "for the court only the accusation is necessary, evidence or truth are irrelevant."

"What are you going to do?"

"Not marry. It's likely that I will never see her again. Oh God Marlena, I feel like dying."

"Don't say that!" Marlena shouted. Her stern reply was quickly replaced by her soft and sensitive voice and self once more, "we should tell father. He'll know what to do."

"No," Jack objected, "absolutely not. He'll think I'm being foolish."

"No he won't, he'll listen to us. Let's go tell him together."

Mr. Darcy sat in his study smoking his pipe and writing his correspondences. The study was filled with the smell of his Old Whiskey brand of pipe tobacco. He was a distinguished gentleman in his later years, heavier than when he was as a young man. He had a thick mustache that wrapped around his cheeks into his sideburns that connected with his receding hair. He had a burly frame and was known as a man of no nonsense and honest trade. He was also a man of great pride and integrity. A widower, he now spent most of his time spoiling his only daughter and looking after his son.

Marlena and Jack crept into the study. Mr. Darcy noticed the reluctant and sullen demeanor of his son. However Marlena, the independent minded spitfire she is, yanked Jack into the study and stood him in front of his father's desk. Mr. Darcy took a long drag from his pipe and slowly exhaled the smoke. His eyes narrowed towards his son.

"Well, what is it?" Mr. Darcy asked impatiently.

"Well, you see father," Jack stumbled with his word, "Mr. Specter accused Penelope of lewd conduct at the court today. The judge sentenced Penelope and her friend to be reformed at the Disciplinary School for Women."

"Mr. Specter you say?"

"Yes father."

Mr. Darcy leaned back in his chair and puffed on his pipe. He looked down at his desk and thought long about what he had just been told. He didn't even realize court was in session that day. Then again, Mr. Darcy never paid much attention to the gossip and goings on of the town. It was all hogwash and humbug to him. But as he thought on it his face grew red with anger. He darted forward and threw open a drawer. In rage Dr. Darcy pulled his pistol from the drawer and stood dramatically.

"Specter, that son of a bitch!" he thundered, "I'll shoot him dead in the street!"

"Father no!" Jack pleaded, "father, please calm yourself. You've fought in enough duels as it is. Please, maybe you can go to the judge, get him to reconsider his judgment."

"Hmm," Mr. Darcy grunted, "perhaps. This is troubling news son. I know you were keen on marrying her. I'll go talk to Mr. Specter gentleman to gentleman. Maybe I can convince him to recant his accusation."

Mr. Darcy set his pistol down on his desk and started to straighten his clothes. Beaming with a happy smile Marlena went around the desk and helped him. Jack sighed in relief. He didn't think anything would come of this, but at least he had some hope now. 

"That's fantastic father," Marlena cheered, "I know you can fix this whole mess. Things will be just as they should be in no time."

"Perhaps," Mr. Darcy said a bit more cautiously, "I don't want to get our hopes up. Mr. Specter isn't a very warm and understanding sort. He's a cunning and ruthless business man, I'll have to be on my guard when dealing with him."

"I know you'll get her Penelope back father," Marlena continued, "you're much smarter than ugly, old Mr. Specter."

Mr. Darcy said nothing further. He merely gave his daughter and son a nod farewell and then left the house. Mr. Specter lived on the other side of town, towards the church on the hill. With his customary hat and silver handled cane, Mr. Darcy walked across town briskly and with purpose. Mr. Specter lived in a dark and dreary home, with little color or decoration. The bushes in front of the house were wild grown and there were no flowers or yard keeping of any kind. With a contained fury, Mr. Darcy made his way up to the wrap around porch and politely knocked on the front door with his cane.

A thin, frail woman with a meek demeanor answered the door and let Mr. Darcy in. Once inside the foyer of Mr. Specter's house, Mr. Darcy handed to the woman his hat and cane. She never looked in him the eye, keeping her gaze always to the floor. She behaved like a whipped animal, scurrying about quietly desperate to not attract unwanted attention. Disturbed by her manor and obvious malnutrition, Mr. Darcy had found yet another reason to dislike Mr. Specter. He was shown to the parlor where Mr. Specter greeted him coldly. The two sat down in civil discourse, Mr. Darcy even lighted up his pipe.


Tanya Ch. 01



"As you may have gathered Mr. Specter," Mr. Darcy began, "I've come to discuss my boy's wife to be, Miss Penelope Ross."

"I gathered as much, Mr. Darcy."

"I worked hard to secure that arrangement," Mr. Darcy continued, "and my son Jack has become very fond of the girl over the course of my negotiations with her father. My son is a good boy, a hard worker and bright. As his father, I believe he has a right to happiness."

"What is that you want?" Mr. Specter asked.

"Well Mr. Specter, I was hoping that you could rescind your accusation of Penelope. We are both gentlemen of business and I am sure that some sort of agreement can be reached between us."

"Are you suggesting that my morals are for sale sir?"

Mr. Darcy's face began to shake with rage. "Look her sir," he said, "I am not here to bribe you. I am here to appeal to your better judgment in this matter. Now obviously you've been offended by something and I can understand your position. Young ladies can be foolish and make mistakes, that is a part of life we all must discover for ourselves in our youth. However I do not think her life should be ruined on the basis of a single mistake. She's a good young lady."

"She is a whore who offered me a sexual bribe for my silence good sir," Mr. Specter snapped.

"And I say that you have always been a bastard and a liar sir!" Mr. Darcy snapped back, "you come from corrupted blood sir. You have no human soul."

"Is this why you have come to my house? To insult me?"

"I originally came to your house to shoot you Mr. Specter, but graceful judgment got the better of me. So instead I'll hurl insults and you should be thankful it is not my other alternative."

"Your a crude and violent man Mr. Darcy."

"And you are a cruel and heartless monster Mr. Specter. Look at what you are doing in your own home, starving and beating that poor woman slowly to death?"

"My wife is not your concern sir!" Mr. Specter yelled rising out of his chair.

"Your wife?" Mr. Darcy asked shocked, "how can you treat her so? Shame on you sir, shame."

Mr. Darcy stood from his seat and shook his head. He glanced around the parlor and noted how cold and dreary the man's house was. It was even more somber than the exterior. There was scarcely a sign that Mr. Specter had any human feeling at all. Seeing this Mr. Darcy looked at the tall, lanky man again and shook his head.

"I pity you sir," he said, "I do pity you."

In the foyer Mr. Darcy received his hat and cane from Mr. Specter's pitiable wife. He left the cruel man's house and vowed to never so much as glance at it again. A man experienced in the world, Mr. Darcy knew that there were other avenues to explore to reunite Penelope with his son. However they were not many and they would close quickly to him.

~o The Dreaded Room o~

Tanya and Penelope stood in a dark and ominous room with a small, petite blonde named Mary Beth. The three of them wore short, gray skirts that only reached half way down their backside. The tops were a tiny sleeveless button sweater. The only button was at the breasts, so that only the front of the breasts were covered, leaving the rest exposed. They stood in shame with their heads hung low as a group of tall and darkly dressed men called the instructors inspected them. Poor Mary Beth was sobbing at the humiliation of having to wear such a slutty outfit.

"I shouldn't be here," Mary Beth pleaded, "I never did anything inappropriate I swear. I'm innocent!"

"You won't be innocent after we're through with you," one of the instructors said menacingly, "we're going to fuck you constantly. When you're not being fucked, you are going to be spanked and disciplined. The three of you are going to be turned into submissive, mindless toys and then auctioned off. Whores like you three must be punished."

"But I'm not a whore!" Mary Beth screamed, "I'm a virgin and I have never done anything wrong. The man who accused me was lying, it was all lies! Please let me go, you have to believe me!"

An instructor grabbed Mary Beth by the hair and yanked her head back violently. He slapped her face leaving a red mark across her cheek. All the instructors cackled in delight. They crowded the three young ladies and started groping their soft, young bodies. "Let's fuck the little blonde one first," another instructor suggested, "we'll take turns stuffing all of her little holes at once." The rest of the instructors agreed and dragged Mary Beth out of the room. Only one instructor remained behind to watch over Tanya and Penelope.

"Both of you get on your knees," he commanded.

Terrified, Tanya and Penelope both dropped to their knees and stared up at the instructor pathetically. He enjoyed that sad, helpless look in their eyes. The instructor turned his steady, judgmental gaze to Tanya.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?" he asked her.

"Yes," Tanya answered in shame.

"Are you two going to be good little whores and do as your told?"

Tanya and Penelope meekly nodded. What choice did they have? The lives they were supposed to have were never to be and they both knew it. There was no escape from their fate. No one to help or rescue them. They were now property of the state, to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. That heavy dread hung over Tanya. Yet, that dread wasn't entirely unpleasant to her. The uncertainty and the excitement lit a small thrill deep in her body. She felt the hand of anticipation grasp her spine and twist her stomach. For Tanya, there was something beautiful in that feeling. She was going to be fucked without love or mercy. It was coming and it was inevitable. Pure dread coursed through her veins and Tanya enjoyed it in her own morbid way.

Some time later the rest of the instructors returned. Mary Beth followed them in with her eyes to the ground. She was naked and covered in cum. Mary Beth returned to her spot in the line and sank to her knees. Tanya and Penelope stared at her. That wonderful dread became all the more real in Tanya. It was really going to happen.

One of the instructors tossed what looked like a dog collar in front of Mary Beth. "That's your bitch collar," he explained, "put it on. Do not take it off. Ever."

The instructor's words were cold and final. Mary Beth obeyed and wore her bitch collar on her neck. It was degrading and despicable in a decent society. Tanya couldn't be more turned on by it. Her stomach twisted, her breath shortened and her crimson lips quivered. The instructors didn't notice, they were busy whispering amongst themselves. Finally an instructor pointed to Penelope.

"You're next," he said, "let's go."

Penelope stood bravely. She tried to step forward but her legs faltered and she nearly fell. Able to correct herself, Penelope calmed and followed the group of instructors out of the room. This time a different instructor stayed behind to watch over the other two. Tanya watched as Penelope disappeared out of the room. 

"The room," Mary Beth whispered to herself, "that horrible room."

"What?" Tanya asked in a hushed voice.

"They are taking her to the room," Mary Beth whispered while staring at the floor, "they'll make her swallow. The made me swallow. You are going to do it to. I heard them talking about how they were going to save you for last because they liked you the best."

It seemed like hours had passed. Finally, the instructors had returned, dragging Penelope with them with cum dripping out of her mouth and pussy. Her eyes were vacant and she looked used and worn. Already, Penelope had a bitch collar on. They dumped Penelope onto the floor and then all turned and faced Tanya. Her stomach turned when all of their cold, perverted gazes fell hard upon her.

"You're next slut," an instructor said.

Tanya nodded and stood up. Resigned to her fate and head lowered, Tanya meekly followed the group of instructors out of the room. They led her down a long, dark hallway that led to a door that was slightly ajar. Tanya looked at the instructors as she was marched towards that room. They never looked back at her. Her body shook with anticipation and dread. Her heart raced and pounded in her chest as she drew nearer and nearer to the door. She knew that she would walk into that room an innocent and clean virgin and crawl out of it a fucked whore covered and filled with cum. Tanya wondered what sort of disgusting things these perverts had planned for her in that room. Still the door drew closer. Tanya's bottom lip shook and her breath quickened, almost there, almost at that dreaded room. Her body trembled and Tanya felt as if she was ready to swoon and feint. Then she came face to face with the door.

"Open it," an instructor commanded her.

Her hand trembling, Tanya reached out and pushed the door fully open. It opened slowly, with a creak in its hinges. The room was lit by candles in iron sconces on the walls. It was empty except for a lone, dirty mattress laying in its center. Tanya was shoved inside. She tripped but caught herself and was able to keep on her feet. The instructors filed into the dreaded room one by one. When the last one came in, the door was closed and locked. They crowded Tanya. Their hands darted out and ripped the clothes from her body, first the sweater and then the skirt.

Naked and vulnerable, locked in a room filled with lecherous men, Tanya couldn't help but to tremble and shake. All at once they started to grope and slap at her big breasts and shapely ass. Their fingers crawled across her ivory skin and their tongues dragged across her neck and nipples. Tanya's cheeky face had went red with the embarrassment and shame she felt. It only got worse when a pair of fingers started to play with her pussy. Tanya was then put down on the mattress on her knees and elbows. Her ass was raised so that all the instructors could get a good look at her slit.

"Reach behind you and spread your pussy," an instructor commanded.

When she didn't obey right away and instructor slapped Tanya across her ass with his hand, so she obeyed. Reaching behind her Tanya spread her slit open with her fingers so that the instructors could inspect it thoroughly. Never before had Tanya felt such humiliation. Her mind felt as though it was about to shatter into a thousand pieces. She sat in that position and listened to the instructors discuss what they were going to do with her. They argued about who would get to deflower her, how they were going to fuck her, who would get to violate her in the ass first. She listened to them bargain and plan her gang rape, all the while displaying herself to them. Weak and helpless, Tanya couldn't bear the anticipation of her violation any longer. No matter how hard and long her fucking might be, it had to be more endurable than this anguish.

"Fuck me as hard as you can you old perverts," Tanya cried out, "I'll spit and curse at you when you've finished!"

The taunt had broken the instructors out of their arguing. Tanya was lifted upright onto her knees by the hair and slapped across her face. She was put on her back and her wrists were pinned to the mattress over her head. The instructors slapped her face a few more times, fondled and slapped at her breasts and taunted her with how hard they were going to fuck her. They told her to spread her legs and Tanya obeyed. The first instructor crawled on top of her. Tanya's heart was pounding so hard that she thought it was going to burst from her chest. She looked at the instructor on top of her with the saddest, most pathetic eyes and whimpered.

"Is it going to hurt?" Tanya asked.

"Yes bitch," the instructor answered, "it is."

His dick was plunged into her abruptly. Tanya squealed from the sudden penetration. Her purity ripped from her soft body in a heartbeat. Tanya felt the sweetest pain she ever felt in her life as the instructor fucked her virgin pussy with a vengeance. All she could do was squeal and whimper under him as the instructor slammed his body into hers, his cock driven deep and hard into her. He snorted and grunted on top of her like an ugly beast. The instructor finished by cumming on her breasts and moved aside so another instructor could mount her next.

The next few hours passed slowly for Tanya. The instructors took turns with her pussy one by one then flipped her over and violated her ass next. They brought her up onto her knees and made her suck them off. Three of them came in her mouth one right after the other and then the instructors forced her to swallow it all at once. She had all of her holes stuffed at once. The instructor came on her face, on her breasts and on her ass. They fucked her ass and pussy at the same time and filled both holes with their seed. They fucked her at both ends until her mind blasted and shattered. They fucked her and then fucked her some more and left her laying barely conscious on the mattress. In a haze Tanya gazed up at the instructors from her back, covered and filled with their filthy seed. 

"Now thank us whore," an instructor said.

"Th...thank you..."

"You'll refer to all gentlemen as sir!"

"Thank you sirs," Tanya whispered.

She was unable to speak any louder than that. She was put into her bitch collar and commanded to follow them. Tanya had walked into that dreaded room a virgin. Now she was crawling out of it on her hands and knees a cum covered whore. As she crawled like a pet back to the room where they kept Mary Beth and Penelope, no thoughts drifted through her emptied head. No thoughts but one. The only thought in her empty head was that she wanted to be dragged back and fucked again. Tanya wanted to be their bitch. If her throat wasn't so sore she would have begged them for more. She wanted to serve and please. She wanted to suck and swallow. Tanya was broken and so was Penelope and Mary Beth.

In the morning they were cleaned and fed. The three of them were blindfolded and fucked for the next few hours. They were spanked with wooden paddles when they did something wrong and praised when they behaved.

Over the next few weeks their identities were stripped away. They obeyed without question or hesitation and with great enthusiasm. They had become submissive objects. The instructors each had their favorite activity with the three. Petite Mary Beth was getting drilled in the ass repeatedly. Penelope's pussy was a favorite among many of the instructors and Tanya was constantly having a cock shoved into her mouth to suck. Her lack of gag reflex allowed the instructors to violate her throat to their twisted content.

The instructors were impressed with Tanya the most. No matter how much they abused her holes she would always beg them for more. She was a glutton for humiliation and punishment. No matter how much they degraded her she craved more. The slut was insatiable. She would spread her ass and beg the instructors for anal violation. She exhausted the instructors to the point where they became a little afraid of her. The weeks of training became just as much an ordeal of endurance and limits for them as it was for her. At the end of it all, it was time to sell them. Mary Beth was sold to Judge Waite. Penelope and Tanya, were sold to the same man. 

The name of the gentleman who bought them was not specified but it was defiantly a man of wealth of means. They were instructed that according to law they were legally owned by this gentleman. After being groomed and dressed, Tanya and Penelope were now prepared to be presented to their new master. As they were now both broken and obedient sex slaves, they would serve and pleasure their new master diligently, whomever he might be.



Tanya Ch. 02



I was waiting to hear back from an editor who was looking at my work, but I have not heard back from her since. So I decided to post chapter 2. Please forgive any mistakes you may come across 

All characters are over the age of 18. 

Chapter 2

Somehow, by some miracle, Tanya had fallen asleep during the night. At first she thought that she'd had a horrible nightmare.

But her eyes flew open to a suddenly familiar sensation. He was on top of her, and he was already fucking her. 

He had started fucking her as she slept.

She braced her hands against his chest in an attempt to push him off. But his solid wall of a chest would not budge. 

"No!" she cried, still trying to push him off. 

He leant forward and rubbed his prickly cheek against her face. His stubble scratching and no doubt marking her tender flesh.

"Good morning, Jewel." He breathed. 

"Feels so good to have a warm cunt first thing in the morning." He crooned, his hot breath caressing her face as he spoke. Its stale sourness served as a rude awakening for her and she turned her face away from him, if only to avoid inhaling his stench any more than she had to. 

Tanya felt too worn out to cry, and her whole body hurt something awful. No longer having the energy to fight, she dropped her hands back to the bed and just lay still, and he in turn had his way with her body. Every now and then she whimpered or winced at his rough treatment.

"Now that you're fully awake, how about we really get things going?" he said a while later. 

Taking both her legs, he raised and pinned them on either side of her head. She was pinned to the bed in the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in before. Her bottom half pointing upwards, he crouched over her bent body, and rammed his hard cock deep inside her, Tanya gasped and cried out, gripping his wrists to urge him to stop. That only served as encouragement for him. She couldn't stop herself from screaming as he started fucking her worn-out body mercilessly.

Before long he quickened his pace and stopped abruptly, tilting his head back, he growled and rammed hard into her once, shooting his load deep into her. She whimpered quietly, her hands still gripping his wrists tightly. 

He pulsed and rocked into her until he stopped twitching and grew limp inside of her, pulling out, he released his grip on her stiff legs, which she slowly and painfully lowered to the bed. He moved over her and climbed off the bed, swatting her side on his way.

"Get dressed, the crew will be wanting to me you." He said, as if what just happened between them was something they did on a regular basis. 

He turned to the lantern on the side, and soon a dim light illuminated the small room.

Sheer panic was shooting through Tanya. For a moment she had forgotten that there were others on this ship. What was he going to do with her? Was he going to pass her around to all the other men on board? She couldn't breathe. 

Her whole body was sore after being with one man. How would she manage if her body was used by others in the same manner as he had used hers? 

I should just let him feed me to the sharks. She thought to herself depressingly, as fresh tears started to pool in her eyes. 

She looked to the floor for her clothes. 

They got dressed in silence.

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John turned over as he heard the girl screaming again. 

"Uuuuhg, can't he give it a bloody rest this morning?" he said aloud.

Last night he was sure everyone aboard the ship heard the poor thing screaming for her life in there. He came this close to knocking down the door to drag him off of her. But he didn't want to think about the repercussions if he had. Usually he wouldn't allow such things to happen on any ship that he captained. 

But his situation was different.

Different as in...... this was Thomas.

With Thomas he had no power what so ever to stop that man from doing as he pleased on the ship.

Maybe I should retire after all. Then what would I do?

Sighing John rose from his bed, and scrubbed at his face.

"Might as well get up, not gonna get any more sleep with that racket going on." He mumbled. He dressed quickly and made his way to the galley for his morning coffee.

"Morning." He greeted cook as he entered. 

"Is it?" answered cook

"Damn shame what happened in that room last night. Don't think anyone got any sleep for the screaming that went on."

"I know." John said as he poured a cup of strong black coffee.

Before he could say any more, John heard a shuffling behind him, he turned and faced the girl that Thomas had grabbed the day before.

He took in the sight of her. Her long brown hair was dishevelled and was sticking out in places. Her clear blue eyes were watered and red rimmed and darted between him and cook before looking down. Her clothing was clean but torn in some places, not doubt from Thomas's rough treatment. But what set his blood boiling was the big angry red marks on her cheeks and around her neck. 

Maybe I'll be having some words with Thomas after all. Can't have this going on, next you know all the men will be wanting to do the same thing.

'He...... he said to come and get something to eat.' she stammered in a quiet voice and continued to look down.

"He?" John questioned, with a raised eyebrow.

She raised her head and a look of panic flashed across her face.

"I don't know his name. The one who had me."

"Thomas, he's name is Thomas. Big old brute." Cook offered

"Cook!" Snapped John. He cut cook a sharp look and turned to the girl.

"Here, sit down and get some breakfast down you." He said as he pulled out a chair.

She looked up and gave him a curious look, seeming to think about his offer, she gave a nod of her head and looked back down, carefully, she moved to towards the chair that he offered.

It was clear that she was in pain as she moved. She sat down with some awkwardness and John turn to cook.

"Give her something to eat and don't let her out your sight until I get back." 

"Aye, captain." replied cook

They heard a gasp come from the girl and turned to find that she was looking at John with a look of confusion that quickly turned to one of anger. Before he could read any more into it she looked back down, balling her hands into fists on her lap. 

He looked at cook and raised his eyebrow in question, cook just shrugged and turned back to his preparations.

John left the galley and made his way to the deck, with each step he took he got angrier just thinking about the bruises on her face. No doubt the rest of her body was covered in them too.

As he got to the top of the last stair he heard laughter coming from his men....

"You gonna let us have a go with her then? Guarantee she won't be screaming the way she did last night."

More laughter came from the men.

"Maybe, but'll cost ya. Not having her go off with anyone without payment."

"There'll be none of that on my ship." 

Everyone froze and turned to him.

"I don't know how your last captain ran this ship. But as long as I'm captain I won't tolerate this. Not today, not ever!"

No one said anything, but some bodies started to move uncomfortably.

"Leave her be! That's an order. If any of you have a problem keeping it in your pants until we get to the next port, then I suggest you turn to the man beside you. Because if any of your cocks so much as twitch near her I swear to god, when I'm done with you, you would've wished I'd given you the rope's end!" 

Silence

"Am I clear?"

"Aye captain."

"Good, now get to work! The lot of ya"

The men started to move.

"Not you."

Thomas stopped moving and turned to face the captain with a smirk on his face.

John walked right up to Thomas and floored him with one quick punch. 

Thomas glared at John and wiped at his mouth, he pushed of the floor and attempted to get up. 

Before he could stand up completely, he was floored again with another punch from John. 

This time, he felt at his nose, searching for any signs that it could've been broken. There was none. 

"Stay down if you know what's good for you!" 

Thomas remained on the floor. 

Though he was big, John was bigger and faster, so Thomas had no chance in a hand to hand fight with the captain.

John continued to stare down Thomas, who in return had a scowl on his face.

"You decided you wanted a girl to keep, did you? I won't be having a woman screaming on my ship every night!"

Not waiting for a reply John continued.

"Treat her better from now on, or you'll be left at the next port, and she'll be the one leaving with us. I don't care who you are!" he stepped closer to a still floored Thomas.

"Do you understand me?"

"Aye captain"

"Now, get your sorry ass to work. Until I hear otherwise, you still have to pull your weight and earn your keep."

At that John left Thomas on the deck and went back down the stairs and headed to the galley.

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"You got a name girlie?" Cook asked as he placed a plate off eggs and mug of coffee in front of her.

"It's Tanya." she whispered still looking down.

Cook huffed and moved away.

"Won't fear well around here if you act like a mouse little girl. Those men will eat you alive."

"I just want to die." she whispered in a shaky voice.

"There'll be none of that talk around her." A deep voiced boomed in the kitchen.

Tanya jumped and turned around. Seeing that it was the man from before, the captain. She quickly turned back around and started playing with her eggs that cook had prepared for her.

He walked in and sat opposite her, an uncomfortable silence fell in the room. Feeling eyes on her she looked up and caught him looking at her intently. His dark eyes seemed to look right through her and take her all in at the same time. 

Was he going to be the first one?

He was a good looking man, his long hair was dark like his eyes and pulled together in a low ponytail. She already knew that he was taller and larger than Thomas. 

Are all the men on this ship as big as they were? She thought to herself

His broad nose was slightly crooked and he had thin lips. His jaw line was strong and covered in what look like a two day old beard.

He was absolutely devastating to look at. 

A growing discomfort crept over her from his stare, so she picked up her folk and started to eat. Tanya couldn't help thinking about her future on this ship. To her being used as a sex pet aboard a ship full of pirates was worse than the prostitutes who lived just outside the small town where she was from. She knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself and show her face back there when or if they released her.

After a while of watching her eat, John cleared his throat to gain her attention. 

Putting her folk down. 

It's time. She raised her eyes to him.

"I've been trying to work out what to do with you." he announced.

A quick panic settled in her chest. Had the time arrived to meet the other men?

"You could let me go home!" she pleaded. 

"Not possible. Well not any time soon. We have a schedule to keep. It would cost us too many man hours taking you back. and that would leave me out of pocket. And I don't like to part with my money. Isn't that right cook?"

"Aye, it is."

Tanya felt her heart drop. She was never going home.

"We won't be back to your port for a few months still. If you survive until then I will personally drop you to your door step."

There was hope still. Wait, did he just say survive?

"Do we have a deal?"

"What do I have to do in the mean time? Willingly keep you and your men satisfied until then? Returning home a broken shell of a woman. Who would even have me then?" she looked away and started to cry.

John looked to cook.

"We have a fiery one here, cook. She needs to put a stop to all that crying though, or the men will pick her off, and then there'll be no saving her then."

He waited until she stopped crying. Wiping her tear stained cheeks with the back of her hands.

"Look! I told the men to keep their distance, you're hands off to them."

She looked up and held her breath, some hope shinning in her eyes.

"All, except Thomas."

"What? No!" she cried. She felt her heart break into a million pieces.

"But he's a monster! He's.......he did terrible things to...... I won't survive months with him, I won't!" she couldn't bring herself to tell them what Thomas had done to her.

"You're his, I'm sorry. And there's nothing I can do about it I'm afraid." he looked away as She cried into her hands and started shaking her head. She mumbled something that he couldn't make out. Not wanting to make her repeat herself, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"In the meantime, I've set him straight. He won't be laying a hand on you while I'm captain."

She raised her wet blue eyes to him, using her sleeves to wipe at her face. Her face a mask of disbelief.

"You won't be there to stop him, not all the time."

"True. Then it will be up to you to keep me informed."

Tanya, feeling totally deflated, just continued to stare at him incredulously. 

What's the point? He would've done it already.

"Until we get you home, you're to help cook out in the kitchen. Hopefully you'll be out of sight out of mind for the men."

She looked to cook and raised her eyebrows in John's direction, who only chuckled in return.

Cook looked at Tanya and said "don't worry girlie, you're not my type."

Tanya looked confused

"Cook prefers the company of men." John informed her.

Cook turned to her and wiggled his eyebrows, which made Tanya snort in return. Any other day she would have laughed out loud at that, but she didn't feel like laughing today, and she knew that she would probably never feel like laughing again. 

"Uuuumm, what's your name?" John asked. 

"Tanya, but he calls me Jewel." she pulled a face of disgust when she said the last bit.

"Tanya it is then." 

John rose and clapped his hands together. He looked down at Tanya.

"How about you get cleaned up? Before you get about helping cook." 

John moved to the door and waited whilst she stood and placed her dishes in the sink. 

She turned towards him and hesitated for a fraction. She realised then that he had said that she was hands off for the men, but what about him? Was he exempt from the rule?

Shrugging, I guess I have no choice then.

But she'd be dammed if she didn't put up a fight this time round. 

She fingered the knife that she had slipped in her pocket, when cooks back was turned earlier.

She went to him.



Tanya Ch. 02



First thing in the morning I am use to seeing Jayden beside me in bed. This morning is a nightmare, a complete nightmare to wake up to. Jayden is downstairs all I hear is glass breaking, shouting, and a loud thud. What in the fuck? My head is groggy, and full of confusing thoughts this morning. I make my way downstairs, then I stop. Jayden is crying her eyes out while throwing a temper tantrum like a fucking 2 year old. She is half dressed in a bra and shorts.

"Just what in the fuck has gotten into you this morning!?" I shouted at the top of my lungs, her attention stops at me as she holds a glass mug. It's her favorite mug that I got her for Valentine's Day. I try to avoid the glass beneath my feet. I snatch the mug away from her.

"Jayden whatever you are going through this is not the way to go about it. What is going with you?" I shake her by the shoulders, I want her to snap out of it whatever it is.

"I failed. I'm not... I'm not good enough for you." She breaks down into my arms and gives me a hard squeeze. Her face is flush with red and her tears are soaking my chest. 

"You failed? At what?" I can't wrap my head around at what exactly since Tanya is helping her out.

"It doesn't matter now." Jayden grabs a broom to clean up the mess on the kitchen floor. There are shards of glass everywhere from broken cups and plates. I don't want her to do it so I take the broom away to clean up this tantrum she leaves behind.

"But... Jay wasn't Tanya doing all of your class work?" A small piece of glass slices my finger tip. I wince a bit but continue to clean.

"Yes. Finals came and I failed two of them. I am just not cut out for this like she is. Tanya is way smarter than everyone in her class. I don't understand why I gave her a chance I was only being nice." My curiosity peeks. What did she mean give her a chance?

"A chance?" What is Jayden hiding now I wonder.

"Nothing forget what I said." Jayden just blows it off like nothing even matters. Not this time, no I won't let her just tell me it is nothing.

"You have not been nice to me lately. You owe me some kind of fucking explanation besides this excuse of you failing. What the hell is really going on?" Answers, I demand every detail at this point. If she doesn't tell me everything at this moment I have no choice but to end our long relationship on bad terms.

"Alright alright ok. Tanya is not the kind of girl you think she is. She's here because of of her screwed up past. Look I said too much. I have to get going I am going to clean myself up and just leave." I follow Jayden to our room. Jayden isn't even planning anything as she throws clothes into her small luggage case.

"Wait where the hell are you going?"

The case bulges full of random clothes, she can barely zip it up. The zipper looks like it is about jam. Jayden grabs for a tee and puts it on. 

"Why won't you talk to me Jay?" I beg her.

"There's nothing to discuss other than I failed two classes this semester." 

"So, leaving everything behind is your solution?" This is not how I envision the two of us ever. Being apart from her drives me to insanity. Most women are clingy to their boyfriend I can say the same for myself for Jayden. Everything at this moment what she is doing hurts me. 

"Neither is staying here going to help." Her expression softens as she looks to me. It's as if she is looking for me to say something. I don't have an answer. What more could I have given to her? Everything and anything she wanted was right here. What more did she need? I spoiled Jayden sexually, I gave her keys to the house, and I shop for her until my credit hit the ceiling. Tanya her best friend practically works her ass off to pass Jayden, and she pays Jayden's half of the rent in case Jayden runs short. 

"If you could just fucking talk to me? What is it with you lately? Just stay!" My pleading is pathetic.

"Stay? So that I can continue being miserable in college?" With a hard shove she pushes me out of the way and leaves the room. Naturally I follow.

"You had the help! What the fuck else more do you need to pass college?"

"I am just doing this so I don't have to hear my parent's expectations." 

"You could have said that to begin with. If college is not the answer then what?" I held on to Jayden's wrist as if I would lose her at any second. 

"I don't mind being a well educated woman with a good head on my shoulders but I can't graduate at the top of my class with two Cs"

"You are bent out of shape because of two average grades!" 

"That's not the fucking point Trent! Not when you have two parents shoving this shit down your throat like it's the best damn thing ever. Just fuck it I don't want to talk to you I don't want to fucking see you."

"Leave."

"Good enough for me." That was the last thing she says before slamming the front door shut. Rage courses through my veins like fire. The urge to drive my fist into the wall seems like the best thing to do. Like a pathetic dog waiting for his owner I stand by the front door hoping she walks back in. That didn't happen that way instead Tanya strolls in, and I find myself calming down. Neatly her hair cascades into a long braided ponytail over her shoulder. From the front door I can smell her pretty scent, I can't tell if it's perfume or something else. It's sweet, mellow, and very intriguing. I feel at ease while in secret watch her every move in the kitchen. Most of the glass has been swept up thankfully she hasn't stepped on any. She's not dressed in anything flattering, nothing that would draw the attention of anyone. Bent over searching for something in the fridge she stands there for the longest. I can easily imagine what is underneath her baggy clothing.

"What are you looking for in there? Close the damn fridge already." 

"Sorry, I guess nothing." Those soft brown eyes stare back at mine and I feel like an asshole at the moment. 

"Look, Jayden left. She actually left."

She joins me at the table with a glass of water and a look of concern. "Is she angry with me? " Tanya doesn't make eye contact with me as she speaks. 

"I don't know anymore. You were always there for her. What else could she want from you?" 

"I don't know what else I can do." She shrugs it off.

"It's her own fault if she can't make time for herself and just tell us what she needs. I have class in two hours anyway. I'm getting dressed." I excuse myself from the table.

"Wait. Have you seen my calculus book and my phone charger?" 

"No, Tanya I haven't." 

"Hey, Trent. I'm sorry I know you have to get ready for class and all but can I please ask you a favor?" 

"Yeah?" As long as the favor involved her on her knees giving me a blow job forget it, I thought.

"Can I please get a ride to work?" I was about to turn her down only because I felt pissed off and horny. Taking her to work isn't too bad so I comply. It's only for a few hours since she works part time at nights. Me on the other hand I need to get the hell out of here. Place is driving me nuts.

"Hey Trent." She stopped me for a moment before I searched for my keys.

"Thank you." 

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Naughty naughty me. This evening I just so happen to find one of my classmates from Biology take an interest in me. This pretty blonde hair girl stands about 5'9 with blue eyes and very kissable lips. She seems like the type to fool around. Outside after class she is waiting for me at the door. I'm such a sucker for pretty long legs on tall girls. I get up, collect my stuff, and rush to the door. She twirls a few strands of her hair and fiddles with her cell phone. I speak up to get her attention. 

"Hi. " This pretty blonde has no problem with revealing her midriff. A tiny piece of jewelry suspends from her navel. Cute. A pair of cut offs barely covers her smooth legs. Yummy. I'm all for this. Jayden doesn't give a shit about me what does it matter if I have a little fun. She's probably doing the same now.

"Hey. So you thinking about helping me with this group assignment?" She asks me while putting on a perfect smile. The blood in me is starting to rush below real quick.

"Sure. We can use the private study rooms down the hall. They are locked because it's after hours." For study times I always keep a key on me to come here after hours. Tonight it sure came in handy.

The hall lights are dark dim, only keeping a small corner lit. I don't see anyone around and it is rare that the students come use the private study rooms. I can hear the click of her shoes echoe behind me as she follows. I must be a jerk and rude. I didn't even ask for her name. I never pay attention to names during class attendance. 

"I'm horrible with names. What's your name one more time?" 

"Alecia. Remember? We wrote it down for our group, silly." She chuckles , and we come to one of the rooms, and I'm ready for whatever is next. 

"Right. I'm Trenton."

"I know who you are. " She reaches for my back pocket and pulls out the study room key. I flash one of my most charming smiles, and she laughs it off. The light is already on and the room feels just right. My face feels warm. I take a deep breath and relax in one of the rolling chairs. Alecia leans forward close to my face I can feel her hot breath on my lips. She presses forward and plants a kiss. I reach up to run my fingers through her soft strands of golden blonde hair. I part my lips to welcome her tongue into my mouth. Hmm fuck I need this. I stop stroking her silky hair and I position her to straddle my lap. Alecia grabs the bottom of her tank top then pulls up over her head. Her tits are cute, perfect, and perky. My hands massage her soft white skin and playfully pinch her rosy nips. She giggles innocently.

"You are hotter than I thought. Don't you have a boyfriend?" Not sure why I would ask at a time like this but I don't want any trouble. 

"No I don't. Don't you have a girlfriend?" Playfully she asks. 

"No. So that makes everything perfect then." I reach down to undo the button on her denim shorts. My hands are shaking. Not sure why I'm nervous but... 

The door handle jiggles and the door swings open. My heart almost stops at the sight of the door being open. It is dark outside the hallway and I can't see who is standing there. Alecia scrambles from my lap to dress herself. Alecia profusely apologizes then leaves in a flash. 

"I didn't see anything I don't know anything." Tanya emerges from the dim doorway into the study room. Redness darkens her cheeks. No longer she's dressed in baggy unsightly clothes. The white blouse of her waitress uniform is struggling to hide what's underneath. I can see the outline of her black bra underneath that cute uniform. Nothing else enters my mind because I'm incredibly hard. I grab her by the wrist yanking her into the room with the door closed. 

"Did you follow me up here to cock block me?"

"No. I left my cell phone charger and my calculus book there." She points over at the other side of the room. There in all of her honesty lay her stuff in the corner. 

"How do I know you won't go back to Jayden with this?"

"We don't talk as much. Now, let me get what I need and go alright. I'll find another way to work." Tanya pushes me out of the way. I can't let this go easily. She's a wonderful shower tease, why would I let this opportunity go to waste. She should finish what Alecia started. 

"I don't trust you. On that note why weren't you in Biology today?" I calmly corner her as she picks her belongings up from the floor. 

"None of your business. Let me get my damn stuff." Tanya slams her books on the study then crosses her arms. I can hear the sound of her grinding her teeth. Visibly she's annoyed I can see it and it's really turning me on. I would love to see her angry. Timid little Tanya with an attitude. I grin at the thought of taking her right here with nobody else around. I could do it, very easily. Tanya is very short and small. I'd doubt she would try to fight back. Now this is getting interesting.

"If we can't trust each other walk out now. Think about this I'm all you have, no one else." It appears that I hit a soft spot. Tanya stays silent. 

"Can't come up with anything can you? Why don't we work this out the easiest way possible." 

"Your game plan is?" Her expression softens.

"If it makes you feel any better why don't you fill in for Jayden?"

"What does that entail, that I don't do already." Tanya raises her eyebrow giving me a look of intrigue.

"Cleaning, cooking, being responsible. Sex, lots of it. I want to be completely satisfied." 

"Sex is off limits." She shakes her head in disagreeing to the idea.

"I won't ask you do anything extra kinky."

"I'm disgusted right now because I can't tell if you are just fucking with me or whatever. I need to get to work." 

"Really? Because the more time we waste here you'll be late." I think I got her convinced. 

"Forget it. Just take me to work." Frustrated she stands by the door waiting on me to do her a favor.

"Sure only on one condition, Tanya." I add to our terms but she needs to agree. 

"Right? And that is?" She looks at me impatiently.

"Kiss me." Tanya looks at me wide eyed at my request. She shakes her head no frantically.

"Do you really want to waste time when you could kiss me. It'll be over with if you do what I ask." I pull her close to me letting her lips brush gently against mine. I can feel her pulse in her wrist racing.

"I'll do whatever you want just kiss me." My tongue enters her mouth forcefully playing with hers. I wonder what the rest of her would taste like. Slowly I break off our kiss and a tiny gasp escapes her. A hard smack stings my cheek. That hard slap left a ringing in my ears. My cheek was on fire. That really hurt. I grab Tanya by the blouse ripping off the buttons. The black bra underneath is exposed, and her breast are almost out of her bra. She attempts to fight me back but it's useless. I easily dominate her into submission. I pin Tanya to the floor and I can hear her heaving for air. Her struggles stop as she begs me for me to get off her. I refuse and I urgently I reach underneath her uniform skirt to see what's underneath. Just a little she squirms uncomfortably and I hear her groan in dread. The soft fabric of her panties gets me hard knowing what will be next. 

My fingers slide underneath the material and I feel the softness of her pubes. My fingers part her lips to feel the heat of her pussy. Hmmm fuck. This is what I have been missing. Tanya pleads with me to stop exploring her pussy. She's not wet but I love what I am feeling at the moment. I press firmly into her clit and rub slowly. "Now hear me out. I want you. I will have you for as long as I please. As long as you don't speak a word to Jayden about us you are fine. But if all of this goes wrong I am evicting you and I will tell her and everybody else what a fucking slut you are." Tanya nods in agreement. Gently I play with the soft neat curls that hid her sex. I can hear a faint moan coming from her. My fingers dip right into her fresh slit. I knew she wasn't quite ready for me. I'm still quite hard and need to get off. I raise myself up to let her get on her feet. Tanya gazes at me, I can see the hurt and distrust in her eyes. I can also see how she's eyeing my dick through my jeans.

"You ruined my shirt. Shit head. Fuck you." It sounds like music to my ears to hear her talk like that. 

"You ruined my chances with Alecia. You got a spare at the house?" 

"Yeah I do, fucking dickhead."

"Good girl. I'll take you to work and your girlfriend duties start tonight after your shift." 

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Tanya Ch. 03



A Big Thank you to my New Editor, who's done an amazing job!

All characters are over the age of 18.

So I've decided to continue with Tanya and put my main story in the background for now. I have to find out how the story ends for Tanya. 

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Tanya was feeling a wave of nervousness as she followed the captain through the bowels of the ship. Every door they approached she waited with bated breath for him to open one, and lead her into a room so he could have his way with her.

Suddenly the ship rocked and it swayed roughly, they both stopped and Tanya leant heavily against the wall, clutching her stomach, she closed her eyes and moaned.

John stepped closer to her with concern etched on his face. 

'What's the matter?'

'I don't do so well on anything that goes on water' she looked at him with anxious eyes.

It took a while for him to make the connection to what she said.

'Ah' he finally said.

'Cook will probably have something for that. When you're clean we'll see what he has'.

He stopped and studied her for a moment.

'He'll probably have something for that other problem of yours as well, he said with a slight frown.

Now it was Tanya's turn to be confused, she looked at him, waiting for an explanation. 

John blew out a short sharp breath.

'I take it you don't want to get pregnant?' He asked.

'No, no I don't. Especially not from him!' she replied quickly. Now she felt like the most stupid woman in the world. 

How could I not think about that?

'I suppose I had more important things on my mind.' She continued

He studied her for a long while, and when she thought he wouldn't say anything again he countered 

'Cook will see to your needs' and walked on.

They came to a door, and Tanya held her breath, reaching into her pocket, she gripped the end of the knife.

I'm not going to be used by another man on this ship!

'This is the wash room,' he turned to her and gave her a funny look.

'What?' she asked

'Nothing, it's just that you look, well a bit relieved'

'I am. I thought that you were....' She let the rest hang in the air.

John's face, in reaction turned into a hard mask.

'I'm not that kind of man! I like a willing participant in my bed' he said with a voice laced with a hard edge to it.

'And trust me' he continued as he closed the distance between them. 

Lifting his hand to her face, he used his finger to gently trace her jaw-line

'She always leaves it feeling very satisfied.' 

Tanya felt a cold shiver run up her spine, and she refused to acknowledge it in front of him. For she had no doubt that he would be a gentler and more tentative lover than Thomas from what she'd experienced of them both so far. 

Tanya mentally shook herself from her train of thoughts, she had no intention of finding out if any of that was true.

He studied her for a long while after dropping his hand from her face. Seeming to make up his mind about something, he turned back to the door.

'There should be soap and water in there already. See to yourself and I will try and gather some clothing for you.'

Tanya looked at the door and back where they came from. 

'Don't you worry about the men. They're all on deck, so you will be fine until I get back.'

With that he turned sharply and walked away from her.

Tanya knitted her eyebrows at his retreating figure, wondering at his abruptness, she shrugged and went into the wash room. She gave the room a tentative look around, just in case there was someone inside. Closing the door quickly, she rested her body against it and released the breath that she didn't know she was holding.

Why can't he stop Thomas? She thought to herself.

Not wanting to get caught in there she quickly undressed and approached the buckets and found that they were full to the brim. 

Guess these men don't like to bathe much, ugh smelly pirates, great. 

She looked around and found the soap and wash cloth. Using a small bowl she scooped up the water and poured it over herself, jumping from the shock as the icy liquid hit her skin and shivered violently. She quickly doused herself with more water and then worked the soap and cloth together to create a feeble lather, and with a heavy sigh she started to soap everywhere. 

Being so engrossed in what she was doing, she didn't hear the door open and close, however she did hear the latch that she didn't know was there clicking shut.

The newcomer had locked the door behind themselves.

She quickly turned and tried to cover up, thinking that the Captain had changed his mind about raping her after all.

She gasped when she saw that it was Thomas and not only that, he was standing there naked and sporting a very hard cock, his clothes at his feet.

'The captain will be back to check on me.' She said, hoping that was true.

'Been getting friendly with the captain have we?' he sneered at her.

Fear instantly consumed Tanya, then she remembered the knife, which was still in her skirt pocket, and behind Thomas.

'Please!' she begged 'don't hit me.'

She started to back away from his approaching figure.

'Don't worry, Jewel. I'm not gonna hit you'. He said as he moved closer to her. He stopped and placed the clothes that he was carrying on a hook.

'Good thing I came looking for what belongs to me, when I bumped into the good old captain, caught him with these, claimed he was bringing clothes for you.'

'That true, Jewel?' He turned to her with a murderous look on his face. 

'What did you tell him? All the things big bad Thomas did to you last night and this morning?'

"I told him nothing, I swear!" Tanya held her hands up as if in surrender, letting the soap and cloth drop to the floor.

He stopped in front of her and picked up the fallen items. Looking at her he went on

'How were you going to thank him? Was it with my cunt?'

'No.' she gasped at his crudeness

'Because It's mine, isn't it? No one's allowed to touch it without my say so. Isn't it? He demanded.

Tanya refused to give him the answer he wanted, her hands were still raised as she backed up some more.

He stared at her for a long while, then his eyes opened wide and looked behind her.

'I like the direction you're going in Jewel, seems you and I have the same thing in mind.'

Tanya felt the back of her legs come up against something cold just as he said those words. She looked down and found that she was standing in front of a stone bench.

Why is this happening to me?

'Sit down' he roughly commanded.

Tanya look beyond him towards the door, where her clothes were lying on the floor. If she could get to the knife or maybe the captain would somehow show up.

"Sit, now!" his voice was laced in anger

After a moment's hesitation she reluctantly sat down on the hard cold stone, and looked up at him.

He already had his stiff cock in his hand stroking it up and down. Walking up to her, he held her head with his free hand and used the other holding his cock to trace its tip on her lips leaving a sticky residue in its wake. 

'Lick your lips for me Jewel." He said as he pulled away from her slightly. 

She grimaced and did as he demanded. He watched her and moaned as she quickly did as he asked.

"That's a good girl." He said as he started stroking her hair.

Tanya closed her eyes tightly and whimpered.

'No, I don't want this! Let me go home.' She pleaded

'Now open up wide for me.' He ignored what she said and Tanya did as she was told with a whimper. He placed just the head in her open mouth, 

'Lick the tip' she stuck out her tongue and did as he asked. 

'Again' he breathed, she licked the tip of his head again. 

'Now suck it' she cried as she sucked the head of his shaft, and cringed as she tasted the crust of stale sex that was still on him.

'Oh yes, so good, pull all of me into your mouth. Ooh yes that's it, suck me Jewel.'

Tanya sucked him into her mouth and tasted all his salty maleness and the stale sex from last night and earlier that morning. She did her best not to gag at the taste of his cock. He held either side of her face and started to slowly fuck her mouth, she quickly learnt to lick the underside of his cock to prevent herself from choking as he pushed in and out. All the while he continued to groan out loud as he assaulted her.

After a while he started pushing further and harder at the back of her throat and she started to gag, just as he grew rigid and thrust once into her mouth spraying the back of her throat with his seed, she had no choice but to swallow the thick saltiness that was his essence.

He was still twitching and shooting his load when he said, 'Stop.' 

She looked at him and waited.

'Show me!' 

Understanding what he wanted she blanched and opened her mouth, showing him, his seed on her tongue 

'Now swallow!' She quickly gulped down his sperm in one go, she didn't want it in her mouth any longer that it had to be. Placing the back of her hand over her mouth as if to prevent herself from throwing up.

He started smiling at her 'you're a good girl, we might be happy after all.'

Tanya snorted in disagreement. He gave her a hard stare.

Pulling at her hands he made her stand up. She took a chance and looked between his legs seeing that he was now soft, she knew he wasn't going to fuck her. Instead he turned her around and pushed her forwards. To stop herself from crashing into the wall, she leant over the bench and braced against it with her hands, much to her horror she realised her ass and cunt was now facing him.

He wasted no time in slapping a tender ass cheek, giving her no time to get over the shock, he slapped the other. Tanya shrieked and started to cry.

He pushed one of his thick fingers into her sore swollen tunnel causing her to hiss and buck. He had no time for foreplay as he started to finger fuck her hard and fast, Tanya groaned with each thrust he made. He leant over her body and touched her hard clit. Tanya closed her eyes and gasped a sharp 'No!' she knew how sensitive she was there. He massaged her tight button at a vigorous pace, as he continued to saw in and out of her cunt, and before she knew it her body betrayed her yet again making her come all over his fingers with a loud grunt. 

Her legs wobbled and she almost fell over, only he stopped her by gripping her hips. When she stopped shaking he removed his hands. She couldn't turn her head to see what he was doing, but soon she felt something cold at her asshole.

She flinched and cried 'No!' to which his response was another hard slap on her ass cheek. Tanya whimpered as he started playing with her tight hole. 

She'd only been with him for a day and her cunt was already swollen from his fucking her with such brutal force, that she doubted that her ass hole would fare any better. And to stop that from happening she had to do something. Because of this she was certain that by the time the ship reached its next port, that one or both of them would be dead. She just had to find the right time to make sure that he would die first.

She felt the cold whoosh of water fall on her ass making her shriek out of her dark thoughts. Somehow the cold water cooled her still smarting cheeks. Using a finger he pushed in slightly into the tight hole, he wiggled his finger and she moaned in discomfort. He poured more water onto her ass. He was washing her asshole, what for? Pretty soon she found her answer when he removed his finger and she felt him spread her cheeks and the warmth of his tongue lather her hole with his saliva. He licked at her for a good while causing her body to respond in satisfaction, unable to stop herself she started to moan. She'd never been shown attention there before, and it started to feel good, despite the situation she was now in. She shook her head.

No! You cannot enjoy this! He is the devil, he will not bring you pleasure. 

Tanya repeated this to herself over and over, and it started to work, until, he started pushing his tongue into her hole and giving it a small wiggle. He did this several times, tongue fucking her tight hole, slowly lubricating it. All the while she moaned and pushed back and rocked into his tongue, encouraging him with her body to go deeper into her.

He soon replaced his tongue with one of his thick fingers, taking his time to work it into her tight rosebud. He got it all in and she gasped at the unwelcome feeling, she started to wiggle her ass to get him out of her.

This did not feel as nice as a tongue. 

That just got him to start pushing it in and out of her, slowly, using his finger to fuck her there. She soon got used to the sensation, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning. She didn't want him to know that her body was reacting to his ministrations. He starting thrusting his finger into her faster, pressing down as he moved in. unexpectedly she felt the familiar tightening in her stomach and she came again with a shudder and collapsed on the bench, her tears coming just as quickly.

Why does my body willingly accept what is happening to me? 

The only answer that she could come up with is that her body was just responding to the stimulation. And she hoped that it was true.

He swotted her ass with the cloth.

'I knew you would start liking It.' His words were laced with arrogance. 

'Tonight I'm going to put my fat cock in that tight hole, and have you begging me to fuck you harder.'

Tanya shuddered at the thought. She hated that her body was reacting to him, he had made her come three times already, and even though she was in pain and could barely stand she still seemed to want more. How would she be able to cope when he finally put that thick meat of his in her tight hole?

"That will never happen! I'd rather die than beg you to use my body!" she narrowed her eyes as she looked at him.

'Get up' he demanded. 'Come and bathe me, I have work to do.'

She stood and turned to him, he handed her the cloth and soap, and she took it without looking at him and started to wash the monsters back. She resisted the urge to run to her clothes for the knife, he would beat her to it. No, she would wait until he came to her that night.

She washed him quickly, he dressed, and left swiftly without looking back. Not before saying 'hurry up, and finish in here. Don't want the good captain coming in here and getting tempted.' He paused 'although he doesn't go for sluts who like their ass getting tongue fucked.' He said the last bit with a smirk. The door closed behind him.

Tanya's eyes pooled with unshed tears, he'd noticed. She felt so disgusted with herself that she dropped to her knees sobbing. Her stomach turned and she retched violently.

After Tanya had cleaned herself, she quickly dressed, making sure to pocket the knife in her clean clothes. They were slightly worn but they were clean none the less.

She rushed out of the wash room and collided right into the chest of John.

'You startled me.' She said her hand clutching her chest.

'My apologies. I saw Thomas on deck and came to escort you back to the galley.'

He looked at her curiously 'Are you alright? Did Thomas?'

'No!' she rushed 'I think the motion sickness finally caught up with me.'

He studied her and she looked him right in the eye, daring him to say more.

You can't help me. Thomas has something over you. I'm sure of it.

She didn't voice her thoughts but she knew something was up. For how could he stand by and allow something like this to happen on board of his ship and not at least take her for himself. Unless Thomas was right and he in fact didn't like used women.

But surely he knows, it's against my will.

Tanya shifted 'can we go now?'

'Of course.' He turned and started to walk, she quietly followed behind him.

They arrived at the galley and he made his excuses and left. Tanya didn't acknowledge him, instead she looked to the cook. 

'Drink these.' He ordered motioning to the counter.

She looked to it and saw two small shot glasses. One was brown and the other green, both looked like sludge. Tanya picked up the green one and eyed it suspiciously.

'What is it?'

'The green one is for sea sickness and the other is a birth control. Stops you getting pregnant.'

'Oh.' Tanya replied 

'Drink them quickly, before they settle.'

'Yuck' she declared slamming down the last glass.

'Stop your whining, better than the alternative.'

'True.' She shot back.

'Where did it come from?'

'My mother. She used to be the village medicine woman, made everything from the herbs in our garden, and being her only child I learnt everything she knew.'

He looked to her and smirked 'satisfied with that answer?'

She looked at him. He was a sweet man really. He had lots of curly hair that framed his small face, and brown eyes that were too big for his face, and a full set of lips under a button nose.

'Now let's get preparing the breakfast, before they get down here.'

'Are they all coming down?' she said with a panicked look

'Yes, they are. And don't you go looking like that around them. Otherwise it'll be you they have for breakfast. And that pretty boy captain won't be able to help you then.'

Tanya looked at cook.

'You stand up straight, look them dead in the eye and don't back down. They touch you, you hit them. The only thing they know is how to fight.'

Tanya took a deep breath and repeated everything cook had told her. He nodded his head along with her.

'Got it?'

'Yes'

'Good, now move!'

Together they worked to prepare the breakfast, Tanya quickly learnt that cook's real name was Antoine. But he preferred to be called cook. And like her he was the child of an only parent who died when they were too young to face the world alone.

Before long they heard heavy footsteps heading towards the kitchen, Tanya took a deep breath, looked to cook, who nodded at her. 

One by one large men entered the galley. They all stopped in the door way and seemed to zero in, in her direction. Remembering what cook told her, she gave each of them a challenging stare, although deep inside she was a bag of nerves, and she felt like her legs would crumble under her. They all sat and continued to stare at her. She only looked away when she heard more footsteps and in came Thomas closely followed by John.

'Tanya the coffee.' She heard cook say in the background.

Not remembering that she was holding the coffee pot, and tightly at that. She moved with a start. She rounded the table and started pouring the hot liquid into empty cups, John being the first served. He looked up at her in an attempt to catch her eye, but she had her eyes focused on filling the cup as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. John frowned and looked away.

It all seemed to be going well until Tanya felt a hard slap on her already tender rear. She didn't even think when she reacted by swinging the half full pot in the direction of the offender. She felt it connect and heard an 'ooofff' come from him. There was a shocked moment of silence, and then the room boomed with male laughter.

'Men, meet Tanya. Tanya, meet the crew.' John announced after a while, laughter still tinged in his voice.

Tanya turned and looked at the culprit who she'd hit. He was the meanest looking of the lot. His face had a look of thunder, as he nursed the corner of his mouth and stared daggers at her.

'Next time Samuel, you keep your hands off what's mine' Thomas announced. 

And just like that the jovial mood amongst the crew died. Eyes looked down at plates and bodies shifted uncomfortably. Cook started serving breakfast, and everybody ate hastily, leaving as soon as they finished. Samuel was one of the last, making sure to give her a pointed look before leaving.

Tanya had a feeling there would be more run-ins with Samuel to come.

Maybe I should take one more knife. She told herself.




Tanya Ch. 03



John seemed to be the only one who ate at a slow pace. Tanya started to clean the table as he was finishing up.

He cleared his throat to gain her attention. She reluctantly looked at him.

'That was a good thing you did there, Tanya. Showed them that you're not afraid of them.' John spoke up

'Yeah, then why do I feel like I've just started a war?'

'Don't worry about Samuel. It's just his ego that's a bit bruised' he said trying to ease her worries.

At that John started to leave, 'see you two trouble makers at lunch.'

Tanya continued to clean the table after he left.

Cook turned away from the sink and looked at her, as if in deep thought.

'Cook?' she asked as she stopped cleaning.

'You should worry about Samuel, he can be worse than Thomas.'

He looked at her some more, and the next thing he said surprised her.

'Maybe you should take another knife.'

Tanya looked at him in a stunned silence 'How did you know?' she asked

'Because it's what I would do if I were in your situation. And also I know how many knives I have in my kitchen, Girlie.'

Tanya smiled and looked down............

The rest of the day passed without a hitch. At lunch the crew seemed to be in a much better mood, and actually tried to have a few interactions with Tanya, but she didn't want to encourage any kind of friendship from them, so she mainly ignored them when they tried. Samuel kept to his self, although he seemed to follow her every movement with his eyes.

By dinner time everyone seemed too tired to function after a long day, so they ate quickly and retired for the evening.

Tanya helped cook tidy the kitchen, making sure to scrub and re-scrub every pot, in the hope that when she finished Thomas would've fallen asleep, but she quickly realised that she just wasn't that lucky enough. She turned after putting away the last pot and found him leaning against the door jam.

He looked at her with dead eyes and gave her an evil smirk, as if knowing what she was thinking.

'I was just waiting to escort you back to our room. We have a date remember?'

She looked at him through narrowed eyes and walked past him.

'How could I forget?' She muttered. 

This time she was ready.

Only one of them was leaving that room alive in the morning.



Tanya Ch. 04



Many thanks goes out to my Editor.

All characters are over the age of 18 years old.

*****

Thomas roughly pushed Tanya into the dark room, turning she watched as he slammed the door shut behind him and quickly locked it. Hiding the key away on his person, he walked to the side table and placed the lantern down. 

She continued to observe him even as he took one large stride towards her, stopping directly in front of her. They eyed one another, each hoping that the other would give something away. Thomas smirked as Tanya was the first to react by swallowing the last bit of saliva left in her mouth. This time he didn't bother undressing. Grabbing hold of her, he turned Tanya around, forcing her face down on the hard bed.

"I've been waiting for this all day." he eagerly announced as he pulled at her skirt, lifting it to her waist, then kicked at her legs spreading them wide apart. She was surprised that he hadn't felt the weight of the knife in her pocket, but she guessed that his mind was occupied with other matters at hand.

Tanya tried to gather some sort of energy to fight him, but the days' work and his earlier attentions had taken its toll on her. She was exhausted physically and mentally.

"Don't fight me, Jewel." He whispered near her ear. As if reading her mind.

"And none of that crying either or I'll make sure you get it worse. We've got all night don't forget."

Tanya heard a rustling behind her, and soon felt the thickness of his cock head pushing against her pussy lips demanding its entrance. She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the inevitable to happen and the pain that would come with it to follow suit. Not wasting any more time he pushed into her in one hard thrust burying himself deep inside her. Tanya could only react by biting into the bedding to stop herself from screaming out loud, holding tightly to the sheets and groaning into it as he started pounding into her. 

During her ordeal Tanya found it more and more difficult to keep a hold of herself. The brute force Thomas used to take control of her body caused her defiance and her will to fight, break with each hard thrust. It didn't matter what John had told her earlier. She knew Thomas could take her anyway and anytime he wanted whether she put up a fight or not. Without any intervention from others, she knew she didn't have the strength to fight this battle alone, eventually she would have no choice but to submit to him. 

I have to do this. This has to end tonight! Whatever happens to me after will be better than this.

Yet still after all she did to build up her nerve, the tears came thick and fast as he stretched and tore through her burning walls with each hard drive into her. Grunting behind her, he leant over her body taking hold of her shoulders as he picked up the pace and pounded into her with ever increasing force. He would be coming soon, she could tell. She pressed her head on the mattress and felt her own orgasm start to build, but before she could ride that wave of release Thomas beat her to it. He stilled behind her, and with one more hard thrust he came, shooting his load deep into her with a mighty roar that boomed, vibrating off the four walls of the small room they shared.

He stood shuddering behind her, stroking her sweaty back as he coated her womb with his seed. Tanya lay there still clenching the sheets and breathing hard. 

She could feel the Frustration building inside of her. He couldn't even allow her to feel that one moment of pleasure she was now accustomed to whenever he took her.

Tanya groaned and buried her head further into the bed.

Great...Now I hate myself for missing something that I never wanted in the first place.

He was still embedded in her, when she felt him slowly move his hands to her ass cheeks, he started to fondle them as he started moving inside her of once again. Only this time he surprised her by doing it at a leisurely pace proving true to his word that they had all night to appease his appetite for her body. 

He uttered a curse and pulled out of her, his hot seed following almost immediately. Trickling out of her as if it didn't want to be inside of her any more than she wanted it inside of her.

Feeling his cool hands as it brushed her bare cunt lips caused Tanya's body to involuntarily shake with anticipation. She hissed as he used the pad of his thumb and stroked her wet lips several times. Tanya whimpered and closed her eyes, her body was still sensitive and welcomed his touch as he teased her nub. Not satisfied with that, he moved between her lips and pushed his thumb into her, causing Tanya to groan out loud.

"I told you that you would start liking it Jewel. You and I are going to have so much fun." He gleefully announced.

This seemed to wake Tanya out of her sensual moment.

What am I doing? Stupid girl! You can't enjoy this. 

Tanya was so caught up in giving herself a stern lecture that she didn't notice that he had pulled his thumb out of her and was slowly working its way into her tight asshole.

She froze and gripped the sheets. 

"No!" she cried.

She didn't want this. Not with him.

He ignored her plea with a grunt as he caressed her and worked his thumb into her inch by inch, stretching and pulling at her tight hole as if prepping her for what was about to come. Tanya cried out and thrashed about on the bed, desperate to make an escape. Pulling her arms up she pushed off from the bed and back against his firm body, she only got half way up when he pulled his thumb out of her and pushed her with full force back towards the bed.

Thomas released a frustrated sigh and held still, after waiting a beat he pulled away from her body. 

"Take off your clothes!" he growled, breathing heavily.

Tanya could barely move her stiff body by then, she ignored his command and tried to focus on her plan.

I'm not broken yet! She thought to herself.

"Hurry up, we're not done." He said as he slapped her ass.

With a new found determination and with great effort Tanya carefully pulled herself up from the bed and turned around to face her foe. He was already half undressed, and in the process of taking off his boots with a slight hop. With his task finally complete, he stood there proud and looked at her, finding her fully clothed and looking at him dead in the eye.

"Not ready to get naked yet? He sneered as he stroked himself.

"Well, we can fix that eventually. Get on your knees!" 

He pushed at her shoulders forcing her to the floor. She knelt down in front of him, and looked up expectantly. He approached her cock in hand, gently tugging it up and down. 

"You know what to do, open wide for me." He crooned at her, touching her lips with the head of his cock.

She opened her mouth and he pushed his semi hard on into her warm wet mouth. Closing her lips around him she sucked him deeply into her mouth. He released a deep satisfied groan and looked down at her, surprise clearly etched on his face. He pushed into her mouth and stopped, as if testing a theory. Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in still eyeing her.

She used her tongue and traced it around his head as she gently cupped his balls and gave them a slight squeeze. He inhaled sharply and tilted his head back. Tanya decided then and there that this would be her moment to do what she had to do.

As Tanya continued to pleasure Thomas she tasted their combined juices on her tongue. She felt him hitting the back of her throat. She heard the sounds of pleasure he expressed with each thrust he made into her hot welcoming opening. She closed her eyes and for a moment she allowed herself to get caught up in what they were doing, she felt herself getting more and more aroused as each sizzling minute passed. 

She felt her pussy lips start to throb and grow dewy. She sighed and snapped her knees together, she felt her body voluntarily rubbing against her legs in an attempt to satisfy her growing need. Finding that not enough to appease her, Tanya groaned and sucked Thomas deeper into her mouth, causing him to cry out and buck against her. She flinched and reached up, placing her hand at the base of his cock holding him firmly, to stop him from pushing too deep into her throat. 

Tanya closed her eyes again and slowly reached under her skirt. She touched her sensitive clit and whimpered. A part of her felt that she needed to relieve the growing ache between her legs before she could do anything else. She added more pressure to her touch and stroked herself hard and furiously as she sucked on him at the same pace. 

Thomas's heavy breathing hitched and he started moaning loudly as he matched her pace with his thrusts. Tanya soon felt the familiar fluttering's she was desperately wanting and would've squealed for joy if she could have. Unable and unwilling to stop the building pleasure coursing through her body, she embraced it and welcomed the sweet release. She came quickly with a cry around his cock coating her fingers with her own thick juices. She stopped sucking on him as she gathered her bearings and steadied her breathing.

In his haze Thomas eventually felt that she had stopped pleasuring him. He Looked down at her and saw that her head was slightly bowed and her body quivering slightly. Pulling out of her mouth he tapped on the head with his wet cock.

"You're not even near finished here, jewel."

She looked up at him with eyes half closed. Holding him tighter, she directed him to her mouth and opened. 

Thomas pushed his cock back between her lips and sighed. He held still within her for a beat, just revelling in her warm mouth before he started fucking her with a lot more care than he usually afforded her.

Tanya had finally climbed down from her euphoria and was now watching him with keen eyes, waiting for him to become preoccupied with his own pleasure once again. Sucking him deeper and harder into her mouth, she felt him grip her head with both hands and tipped his head back as he started moaning once again.

It's now. Go now. She told herself.

Tanya kept her eyes on him, making sure that he didn't notice her trembling hand as it slowly snuck into her skirt pocket. Before she could change her mind Tanya pulled out the silver knife, she didn't think as she quickly plunged it deep into his meaty thigh. She pulled out the knife as she watched as his face turned into a mask of pain. He screamed and fell away from her just as she was preparing to stab him again.

"You bitch!" he screamed.

But Tanya wasn't done with him yet. She screamed and lunged at him. 

Thomas saw her coming and he moved just in time, causing her to slash at his stomach, he roared again from the sharp pain. She came at him again, but he was ready and sent her flying with a hard backhand before he himself collapsed to the floor.

Tanya started scrambling around the dimly lit floor, looking for the knife. Somehow she had lost her grip on it when he hit her.

Clasping it she moved quickly to where Thomas lay writhing in agony and clutching at his wounds. Gripping the knife with both hands, she raised it above her head, closing her eyes, she slammed it down hard to deliver the killer blow.

Tanya felt the wind rush out of her, when she felt a hard body crash into her, pinning her to the ground. She opened her eyes and was stunned to see that it was John who had knocked her down.

Tanya studied him and saw that he was looking at her, his handsome face a red mask of anger. She saw red and screeched as she slashed at John, catching his arm. He flinched and knocked the knife out her hands, as his wound opened and blood poured from it. The whole time he kept her pinned to the floor with his weight

Tanya screamed and thrashed beneath him.

"Let me go! Let me finish him off."

John just grunted as she delivered blow after blow to his body.

"Let me do what you can't do! You're just like him. Let me go!"

"Be quiet!" John finally shouted at her. "You've done enough."

John raised himself just enough to turn Tanya's body. Positioning her face down, he allowed some room to pull her arms behind her back.

"Bind her, now." she heard him shout.

Tanya felt her hands being tied tightly, but she refused to stop screaming and fighting, and she did so at no one in particular. She was hauled off the floor roughly by someone she couldn't see.

"Take her to the hold now!" she heard John shout above her screams.

She looked in his direction and saw him crouched over a grey looking, quiet Thomas.

"Is he dead? Did I kill him? I hope he's dead" she shouted as she was pulled out of the room.

Tanya couldn't stop herself from laughing hysterically as she was moved though the body of the ship. She felt like she had gone crazy person and was being transported to a mental asylum. 

"You won't be laughing come the morning." She heard someone say behind her.

She tried to turn her head to see who it was but the person pushed her forward with a hard shove, forcing her to turn back around. 

"I don't care what happens to me, it was worth it. He can't touch me again." Of that she was certain.

"Don't be so sure of that." The stranger said.

"He's not dead you know? And once he's all patched up guaranteed he'll be coming for you. Thomas doesn't forget these things, especially what you've just gone and done. He'll make sure you pay. Be sure of that."

Only when they got to a door and she was pressed against the wood besides it, did what had just happened finally start to sink in. She banged her head against the wall and moaned.

"Thought that would get your attention. Not so brave now."

The door flew open and Tanya was pushed into the dark room. With her hands still bound she couldn't hold her balance and fell, landing on the cold hard floor with a scream.

She slowly moved herself into a foetal position and looked towards the door way. 

The stranger struck a match and turned towards the lantern on the side. Once it was lit and illuminated the room he turned to Tanya.

She stopped breathing and felt her heart give a tight squeeze when Samuel walked into the room, and shut the door behind him...