Tanya

[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.

[PendragonPrime]

~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.

“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.

[PendragonPrime]

~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.