Tanya, BDSM Erotica by S J Lewis
Tanya is a tall, striking young blonde who has learned that she can live in luxury by being a serial mistress to wealthy men. Always playing the field, she never stays with any one man for very long. However, she makes a crucial miscalculation when she publicly spurns the son of a rich and powerful man, who is now out for revenge. He seeks the help of Grigori, an expatriate Russian who makes a living capturing, enslaving and training pretty young women for sale as sex slaves. He wants Grigori to do all that to Tanya, asking only that he be provided with videos of her debasement. Wary at first, Grigori accepts after seeing the beautiful, bitchy Tanya working a party for her next wealthy prey. There's plenty of money to be made from her, from his client first, and even more when he sells a broken and trained Tanya at auction.
While Tanya is adept at avoiding the usual traps, the highly skilled Grigori is a professional like none she's ever encountered. She's soon taken to an isolated manor house where the breaking and training begins. Scared but defiant, Tanya quickly learns that any refusal to obey will be met with punishment and pain. She's kept naked, sometimes bound but always collared, and moves from one cell to another crawling behind her captor at the end of a leash. Bit by bit, she's reduced to a compliant if unhappy slave. She's publically humiliated, used by men before an audience, taught techniques for fellatio, which she abhors, then is made to suffer more indignities at the hands of a skilled and merciless older woman who she must call 'Mistress'.
Soon, the videos that Grigori provides are not enough to satisfy his obsessed client. He wants her in the flesh and will stop at nothing to have her. However, even in the most repulsive circumstances, Tanya's still scheming to turn the situation to her advantage.
Popular author SJ Lewis takes a departure from his usual consensual erotica, penning his first non-consensual bdsm story, which includes whipping, bondage, submissive training, public exhibitionism, piercing, lesbian femdom, and straight, oral, anal and lesbian sex.
Tanya awoke feeling stiff and groggy. Her neck hurt. She was lying on some sort of thin pallet. All these realizations came slowly, and then came the horrifying recollection of where she had been and what had been happening to her before she had passed out. She sat up with a gasp, looking around for any clue as to where she was now. The first thing that she noticed was that it was very, very quiet. The second thing was that she seemed to be in a large room, well-lit and carpeted. It could have passed for an office somewhere, except that there was no furniture, no windows, and the walls looked like they were padded up to a height of six feet. The third thing that she noticed was the man sitting on the floor in the opposite corner from her. He was clad in loose-fitting black clothes and smiling at her. After a moment, she recognized him as the man who had given her the creeps back at that big party almost a month ago. She looked around to see if there were any more people there. There weren’t.
Slowly, Tanya got to her feet. She was still dressed as she had been when she’d left her apartment: Blouse, tight skirt and spike heels.
“If you’re thinking of raping me,” she said to the man, “You should have brought some help.” To her surprise, the man only laughed.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he said as he got to his feet. “Nothing so simple and straightforward as that.” He made no move towards her.
“What, then?” Tanya demanded. “Ransom? I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”
“Nothing like that, either, my dear Tanya,” he shook his head. He spoke very good English, with an accent that she could identify as very eastern European. Tanya had no ear for language like Cicely did. And where, now that she thought of it, was Cicely? Time to worry about that later, if ever. She stepped off of the pallet and immediately realized that the carpeting was soft enough and deep enough to hamper her movements as long as she was wearing those high spike heels.
“Then what?” Tanya spat. “I don’t like games.”
“This is the beginning of your education, girl,” the man said. He was still smiling, but it was the smile of a tiger with prey trapped under its paws, and there was no warmth in his voice. “You have so much to learn.” He began moving towards her, slowly, angling to her left. Tanya backed away slowly, trying to keep as much space between herself and him as she could. She noticed that he was wearing some kind of close-fitting slippers instead of shoes.
“Learn?” she spat at him. “I suppose you think you can teach me.”
“Oh yes,” he nodded. “I can. I can indeed. I have taught many women before you, my dear Tanya.”
“Taught them what?”
“Submission,” he answered. “Obedience. And eagerness to please.”
Okay, whoever he was he was clearly crazy. Tanya kept circling away from him as he kept circling towards her. She looked for a door and didn’t see one. It was probably hidden behind the padding on the walls. She had dealt with crazies before, and had learned some basic moves for self-defense. If she appeared to let her guard down a bit he might come close enough for her to land a good, crippling kick on him. It wouldn’t be easy on this carpeting, but she thought she could manage.
“You will be a challenging pupil,” he said. Now he was close enough for Tanya to see the expression in his eyes. It chilled her to the bone. He wasn’t just plain crazy, he was deeply, disturbingly crazy. He feinted a quick move to close with her. Out of instinct, Tanya tried a roundhouse kick at him.
It didn’t work. Between her skirt, which was more than a little too tight, and the treacherous footing of the carpet, and his surprising speed, Tanya not only missed, she lost her balance and fell. Immediately, he was on her, but he made no attempt to grapple her or pin her down. Instead, he struck her with stiffened fingers, rapidly, in three different places. Tanya shrieked at the sudden pain in her neck, in her arm, and in her leg. She scrabbled away from him, her injured arm not working very well at first, but he made no attempt to stay close to her. Instead, he waited until she was able to get to her feet again. She took the precaution of removing her heels before she did that. Her arm felt partly numb, as did her leg, but everything seemed to be working. She gripped a shoe in each hand. The spike heels could still be used as weapons.
“First, I think, you must learn despair,” the man said as he began circling towards her again. “It is quickest to teach you that through pain.”
He moved even more quickly than he had last time. Tanya’s efforts to strike him with her heels failed miserably as he blocked or parried each swing she made. Once more, he struck her in rapid succession with stiffened fingers, numbing her arms, hurting her ribs. He struck her once in her lower back, sending bolts of pain shooting through her body, and then struck her in the solar plexus. She grunted in pain and fell to the floor, writhing. Once more, he let her regain her breath and some feeling in her arms. She leaned against the padded wall as she struggled to her feet, badly scared now. She realized that he was much stronger than she was, much faster than she was, and utterly merciless.