TheTrainingOfTanya2

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anything exceptional, yet, so in her void, she dreamed of a woman armed with a strap-on phallus straddling her and performing this deed.
    The mere act of penetration was not enough to quench his libidinous thirst for control. While the client continued with a slow, steady rhythm, he grabbed the ropes and hauled inward. As he did so, he leaned in to seal her breathing tube with a tender bite.
    Tanya exploded into paroxysms. Her distraught attempt to get her stretched limbs free so she might open a path and gain air was one of utmost importance, but with no chance of success. When he released his nip, it was only for a few moments. The client let her gain enough oxygen to ensure survival before he denied her again.
    Frantic with angst and lust, she clawed at her bonds. Tanya valiantly tried to lock a finger into the knots and pick at least one limb free. However, the client was an expert in his particular fantasy and she could find no means to end, prematurely, the encounter. With this awareness, his visage was in her thoughts, replacing the phantom woman as she felt his cock thrusting into her.
    Each time he released the cinch and let her respire, she seemed to swell beneath him. The fear and suffering curled through her and shed all negativity. She emerged from each deprivation onto scintillating floods of warped concupiscence and masochistic satisfaction.
    Whenever he neared climax, he stopped to let his lust abate and savour the feel of her convulsing womb as it gripped his immersed member. When he was ready to continue, he never failed to commence with the denial of her air. While starved, she continually prayed for him to end his defilement so he would stop torturing her, but he was determined to gain absolute value for money from the body he had rented. Then he would set her breathing free, at which time she only wanted him to continue, to repeat his actions. Then she would regret such notions the moment he cut off her access to air.
    It seemed to take hours for him finally to reach a point where he could no longer decline final relief. The client entered a final series of twitching jolts and his bite continued longer than ever before to make her thoughts churn and bubble. His arms pulled in vehemently and Tanya's joints throbbed with rending sensation as they were hauled out. The cuffs dug in and his strength stretched her into a rigid immobile form.
    Tanya fought to respire through the hood and she could feel him swelling within her. A moment later, his seed filled her belly and after a few random spasmodic thrusts, his body went slack upon hers. Unfortunately, he was still keeping his bite in place.
    Tanya's consciousness wavered as the clammy claws of oblivion began to tickle the corners of her mind and vision. His arms let go of the ropes and gave her a little more slack. This made Tanya bounce and squirm under him, elevating his pleasure with the innate quivering of her loins upon his manhood.
    Eventually he slipped aside as though his life had fled with his frustrations and this released the nozzle. Tanya was allowed to try to recover from the experience, although this was only in bodily form. The psychological wounds were ones certain to linger for a great deal longer than the physical ones.
    Hauling at the small tube, she sucked in air at a tardy rate. Tanya fought to get more and was tormented further by the minor hampering of intake.
    Tanya felt like she had been brought to death a dozen times and more during the session. Coupled with the near fatal encounters with an army of previous clients, she knew that her luck would eventually run out and one of the licentious devils would accidentally or purposefully, slay her. She had to escape, now.
    The anonymous customer began to unfasten her shackles. He set her limbs free so he might take back his personal equipment and Tanya lay impassively, awaiting the removal of the hood because until she had sight, any attempt to get away would be pointless and doomed to

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