A TIGRESS TAMED (Book One) by Victor Bruno
Buster had been dismissed and Carl had been summoned. A weeping Virginia was stretched upright, in her chains again. Her mouth was lop-sided and quivering
Ira came close. “Bottom a bit tender, is it Virgin?” There was no coherent reply. Two stinging slaps across opposite cheeks. Virginia shrieked. She did not see how this horror could possibly go on. “Answer when I speak to you, slave!”
“Mmmmf ... uurrff ... ye ... ss ...” said Virginia. She saw a hand being raised. “Mistress,” she added quickly.
Ira nodded. “You’re already going to get a second smack-bottom for not addressing me correctly, so I’d advise you not to forget in future.” She saw the eyes widen in horror.
“No ... no ... not more ... you couldn’t ...” It was almost a whine from Virginia.
“I can do just as I wish,” said Ira. She approached even closer to her victim, face to face. “Like to spit at me again, slave?” She saw such loathing in the girl’s eyes she thought she was going to do it. Somehow, Virginia got a grip on herself. “Lucky for you,” nodded Ira, “otherwise I’d be about to give you your first caning.”
“C-Caning?” A tremulous voice.
“Yes, caning,” said Ira. “You know what a caning is, I suppose?” Virginia could only nod. “It is a supple piece of willow, or whalebone, laid hard across the bare buttocks. I don’t think you’ll enjoy it.” Virginia flinched. So tender did her flesh feel she didn’t want it even touched, let alone caned.
Carl entered the room. He wore the same kind of pouch as Buster had done originally. He stood by Ira, noting the terror on the chained girl’s face. Buster had already told him what he had done to her and Carl had been most intrigued.
“This is another of your Masters,” stated Ira. “He is not as black as Buster, but of the same race. Rather a pleasing colour really.” The look on Virginia’s face rather indicated she did not agree! “A little later, Carl,” continued Ira, “I’m going to get you to smack this young lady’s bottom. She has been most insolent towards me.”
Carl’s eyes brightened. “I’m sorry to hear that, Miss ...”
Ira ignored him. “But first, I think we’ll see a little more of her charms. Strip that dress off her please, Carl.”
Virginia uttered a dismayed shriek of horror and, once again, recoiled as far as she could in her chains. Useless. She only went back a foot or two and Carl stepped forward. There were babbles of protests and pleas as Carl put his finger into the collar of the light blue and white dress. Easily and unhurriedly he tore it from top to bottom. Then, as if fell open, Carl ripped the rest of it off her. Virginia’s breasts, clad in a pale blue net bra, thrust prominently. Virginia was shrieking, twisting and turning.
“MONSTERS! MONSTERS! OH YOU VILE MONSTERS ... HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?”
“As you can hear, Carl,” said Ira, “she is still being insolent.”
“Yes, Miss ...”
“And you will note, Carl, she has already lost her knickers. That was because I told Buster to give her a spanking on her bare bottom. Quite a rumpus that caused.” Carl gazed lustfully at the neatly trimmed auburn bush, which scarcely concealed the sex lips.
“Now we’ll have a look at those tits.”
“NO ... NO ... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
With one simple movement, Carl ripped off the bra. Two superb, half-melon orbs were nakedly revealed. Very white, the aureoles and nipples a pale brown. Despite their size, and the lack of a bra, they remained high and firm. It was very evident to Ira and Janina that Virginia not only had magnificent hindquarters but magnificent breasts as well. What a capture they had made!
Carl was licking his lips as he watched the orbs bouncing and swinging as Virginia threshed wildly in her chains. The knowledge that she was now stark naked was quite hideous.
“Not bad ... not bad,” murmured Janina.
“Not bad at all,” nodded Ira. She tweaked one of Virginia’s nipples and the girl screamed and recoiled. “Very pretty,” she said. “Don’t you think so, Carl?”
“Yes, Miss ...”
“Like to have a feel of them?”
“May I Miss?”
“You may ...”
“NNOOOO ... NOOOO . DON’T LET HIM T-TOUCH ME!”
But, with lechery written all over his face, Carl was already moving forward. His coffee coloured hands mauled and squeezed Virginia’s lush white breasts flesh. Not for the first time, Virginia went almost berserk in her chains, Twisting, threshing, jerking. It only added to Carl’s pleasure ... and to the amusement of the two girls.
“seems rather sensitive, doesn’t she?” said Janina.
“Mmm ... yes ... she does. Probably calm down when she gets used to it.”
Suddenly Virginia stopped her struggles. She just hung in her chains, sobbing and weeping.
“Oh God ... oh ... God help me ... please someone help me ... I can’t endure it ... I can’t ... I can’t ... please help ... please help ...” Virginia’s voice was low and vibrantly urgent. The two girls smiled at each other.
“No help available, I’m afraid,” said Ira. “You’ll have to manage on your own, Virgin.”
“It’s a tough old world,” smiled Janina. Virginia’s head remained down. Huge sobs kept her breasts heaving up and down under Carl’s hands.
“That will do, Carl,” said Ira. “Step over here.” Ira pulled a handle in the wall and a heavy wooden block swung down on its hinge. It was similar to the blocks Ira had used when she had operated her clips and goad. “I want you to secure this slave face upward on this block,” said Ira. “You see the manacles and link chains?”
“Yes, Miss ...”
“I’m going to release her and now most likely she’ll struggle. Be ready for her.”
“Very good, Miss.”
“Oh, by the way Carl, that pouch you’re wearing looks rather stretched. Better take it off, I guess.”
“Yes, Miss.” Carl removed the white leather constraint and his coffee-coloured piece of male pride came thrusting out solidly. When, he wondered, am I going to be able to put it to real use?
With Carl alongside her, Ira went across and unshackled Virginia’s wrists. She slumped momentarily to her knees but then sprang up, wild in her new-found freedom. She ran hither and thither about the room, as if seeking a means of escape. She even thumped wildly on the locked door. Foiled, she came hurtling towards Ira, arms outstretched, nails clawing, features contorted in violent rage.
“Get her, Carl,” said Ira, swerving away.
“No problem, Miss,” said the negro. He moved lithely forward and took Virginia by the waist. She pummelled him wildly on the chest. “Let me go ... let me go ... you filthy beast!” she screeched. Carl was most appreciative of her softly voluptuous body struggling against his. Then, for good measure, he turned Virginia upside down, holding her by her thighs, swinging her to and fro.
“Nice one, Carl,” smiled Ira. “Put her on the block.”
“Sure, Miss,” Carl carried Virginia by placing one hand between her thighs and the other one holding a hank of hair. Virginia had never ceased screeching. She thought she must go mad if this inhuman treatment did not cease. But then, Virginia still had a lot to learn.
Carl forced the girl down on the block, then pressed his body down upon hers. He felt his solidity driving into Virginia’s belly. Nice ... but he wished it was driving in elsewhere. Perhaps later. Quickly he snapped on wrist cuffs; then ankle cuffs, splaying Virginia’s thighs wide.
“MONSTERS ... MONSTERS !” shrieked Virginia. “Oh God ... you are no more than animals ...”
“I guess she could be right,” said Janina.
Meanwhile, Ira had produced an electric shaver and flicked the switch. It buzzed merrily.
“Carl,” she said, “I want you to shave all the hair off this slave’s cunt. Do it thoroughly.”
“Yes, Miss.” Carl bent happily to his task. Virginia was stretched tautly so she had very little room for movement. What little she had she made use of. It was of no value. Carl worked calmly and expertly, pulling the sex-lips as he wished, in order to ensure a smooth shave. Virginia was depilated in no time at all.
“There, isn’t that nice,” said Ira, gazing at Virginia’s smooth sexuality.
“Very nice,” agreed Janina.
“How about you, Carl?”
“I like it, Miss, I sure like it!” He gazed at the succulent, naked cunt. God, how he wished he could make use of it there and then!
Ira handed him a jar of ointment. “Massage some of that in,” she said. “It will make her nice and soft and creamy.”
Carl was delighted by the order and smeared Virginia’s cunt flesh liberally. The girl went on screeching in horror, her flesh cringing. She had never experienced anything approaching such vileness in her life.
“It’s quite a well-formed cunt, don’t you think, Janina?”
“Yes, quite well-formed. Neat. And it seems to swell invitingly.”
“So it does ... yes indeed. Thank you Carl. Turn her over now, face down.”
Carl took several minutes to complete the manoeuvre for Virginia was struggling with a strength born of desperation. She was half mad with fury, half mad with horror. The whole world, her whole existence, had become one continuous nightmare, lived minute by dreadful minute. Finally, Virginia curved over the block, reddened bottom thrust high.
“Smack it,” ordered Ira.
“Yes, Miss.” Happily, Carl moved in. His palm began to slap down on the helpless, so tender flesh. He did not smack in the rather regulated way that Buster had done, but haphazardly. Virginia did not seem to find it any less painful. In any case, her flesh was now far more tenderly sensitive.
She begged and begged for it to stop ... she gasped and yelped in torment, her bottom getting redder and redder. Carl just went on spanking her with the utmost vigour. This was the life ... oh yes ... this was the life!
At one point, Ira lifted up Virginia’s head by her hair, seeing the face almost unrecognisable. It was puffed and red, wet with tears. “You know why you are getting this, don’t you slave?” she demanded. No answer was expected. “Because you insulted me by not addressing me correctly. Don’t forget in future.” She let go of the hair and Virginia’s head slumped down. Her voice had cracked again; she was slavering. One could not possibly have recognised this as the sophisticated, elegant Miss Faversham of the fashionable B A Salons.
“That will do,” said Ira. Carl was panting; sweating a little. Perhaps he would be given this woman now. But no. “Back to quarters, Carl,” came the order. “I’ll send Celia along and she can give you another nice wank.”
“Thank you, Miss,” said Carl, trying not to show his disappointment. He would have really enjoyed a proper fuck at that moment. Carl bowed slightly and left the room. Ira went across and patted Virginia’s bottom lightly. The flesh felt astonishingly hot.
“Beginning to realise you are truly a slave now, Virgin?” There were incoherent noises from Virginia. Ira gave the deeply reddened bottom a hard slap. “Answer, slave!”
“Uuurff ... uuurrrf ... uuuugh ... y-yughh ... y-yughh ... sss ... Mistress,” sobbed Virginia.
Ira nodded with satisfaction. “I’m so glad to hear it,” she said. “In the days ahead, we are going to make you realise it even more. I am now going to take you back to your little private cell and chain you up. I’m sure you’ll have a lot to think about.” Ira fastened a leather collar about Virginia’s neck and attached a chain to it. Only then did she release her from the block. Virginia slid from the block and Ira pulled her remorselessly across the floor. “I advise you to get to your feet,” she said.
Somehow, Virginia managed to scramble to her feet and totter out after Ira. Janina brought up the rear, much admiring Virginia’s glowing bottom.
The cell to which Virginia was taken was similar to that occupied by all slave girls. It was stone-walled, wooden floored and, to say the least, sparsely furnished. Along one wall lay a solid wooden bunk bed. At one end, a heavy collar and chain hung down. On the opposite side of the cell stood a leather-topped Punishment Block, high humped at one end, with pinioning straps for wrists, thighs and waist. Above it, hanging on hooks were a number of canes and two leather straps, both very solid locking.
“Not many home comforts, I’m afraid,” said Ira, watching Virginia look around in dismay. Her eyes seemed to flinch away when she saw the Block and instruments of correction. She uttered a long, low moan. From a small cupboard, Ira took out the leather accoutrements all slaves had to wear. “Stand still, slave!” she snapped as Virginia instinctively backed away at the sight of them. She stopped in her tracks. The thought that she might receive yet more punishment was unthinkable. Somehow I must control myself, she thought, however I feel. Somehow. Yet it was so difficult. She was now aware, of course, of the full extent of the power Ira had over her. It was petrifying to contemplate.
The collar went round Virginia’s neck. “This,” said Ira, “contains a small receiver. Later on, when you have been trained, and are about your slave duties, I may want you. In which case, I press a button on this little panel.” The panel hung from Ira’s belt. Virginia cried out as she received a small electric shock. It was brief but positive. “That alerts you,” said Ira complacently. “Then I speak into this miniature microphone here ... and you hear my voice summoning you. You will come to me instantly, at the double. When you arrive, you will get down at my feet with your arse as high as possible in the air. You saw Celia do it not so long ago. It is a symbol of your complete subservience to me. Alternatively, it may be Miss Janina who is summoning you. Is that quite clear to you?”
For a few moments, Virginia’s lips moved soundless. She had strained her vocal chords. “Y-Yes ... yes ... M-Mistress ...” she managed to croak. She must never, NEVER forget to call her Mistress again!
“These cuffs,” went on Ira, putting them on the shivering girl, “and this waist band, are for securing you quickly and conveniently at any time. These little D-rings can be fastened to small clips ... and there are hundreds of such small clips all over the house.” She patted Virginia’s bottom. The girl gasped. “Get on your bunk, slave. I expect you’d like to lie face down.” Ira grinned. Virginia had started to sob. It was terrible to be in this awful place. Terrible to be naked and accoutred in this humiliating way. Terrible to be so helpless. She got carefully onto the bunk and lay face down. Ira patted the girl’s bottom again. “Normally,” she said, “You would be allowed my special Healing Ointment on here. That would clear up those nasty marks in no time ... and take the pain away. But, on this first occasion, I don’t think it will do you any harm to feel a nice rosy glow throughout the night. Do you, Janina?”
“It will do the insolent bitch good,” said Janina.
“Yes, she is indeed insolent,” said Ira, “and I hope for her sake, there is a good deal of improvement in that department tomorrow. We can’t go on making allowances for her inexperience. She’s got to LEARN. The hard way if necessary.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said Janina. Virginia was now weeping openly. She seemed to be trying to speak. Perhaps she was pleading but she was only making hoarse croaking noises. Very touching, thought Janina.
There came the final act. Ira unlocked the heavy collar of iron, placed around Virginia’s neck and locked it again. There were iron cuffs, one on each side of the collar, into these, Virginia’s wrists were placed and the cuffs, in turn were locked. She could not possibly have been more helpless. She knew it ... and burst into an even greater flood of tears.
“Better behaviour tomorrow slave,” said Ira dispassionately.
Happily the two girls strode from the cell, listening to the great heaving sobs of despair. Oh happy sound!
The iron door was slammed and locked.
Virginia was left alone in her abysmal wretchedness.