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Authors: Bruce McLachlan
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Fingers played at her collar and the mild strangling grip came away and was swiftly followed by the folds of the hood. The interior was slick against her face with the sheen of fevered perspiration that her ordeal had exuded.
The moment she had sight, she declined to wait while her darkness dependent eyes grew used to what appeared to be a midday sun perched atop a candle. Tanya flung her hand out and grabbed the case. She swung it around with an outraged yell of maximum exertion and roughly targeted the fuzzy shape that was currently folding up the infernal hood.
The box struck her tormentor in the shoulder and threw him aside with the impact, but she did not disable him as she had hoped. Pushing her weak body onward, Tanya followed up her initial strike. Rolling over, she rained the improvised weapon down onto his naked form. A dull thud slammed into his back and cast him to the floor where he flailed in shock and surprise.
Tanya took her weapon of vengeance in both hands and brought it with full force onto the rear of his head. He twisted his head and looked up as the shadow fell across it and his eyes momentarily filled with alarm. A brittle crunch resounded and flecks of red touched Tanya's features.
Glad that her dazzled sight was still not sufficiently clear to reveal the details of what she had done, Tanya dropped the case. She turned away and began to limp slowly for the door.
When she took hold of the handle, she recalled her nakedness and wandered back to draw on her abuser's discarded trousers and jacket. She dragged in the laces so that they remained upon her considerably smaller body and then went back to the door. Tanya took a deep breath of courage. She fought to resolve herself to this course of action and to keep her doubts far from her.
When she opened the portal, the hinges gave a soft squeal that made her wince as though it were the trump of a bugle. The fear of discovery stampeded within her and made her body tremble and her stomach turn over upon itself like landed eels.
Her fright was all the more ferocious because of the realisation that this would be her sole chance for freedom. If she failed, her enslaver would certainly take the necessary precautions to ensure a similar breakout never occurred again. Tanya knew deep down that she would quickly succumb to such bondage and forget all concept of flight. She would become a slavering submissive beast that would fervently accept any sadistic whim from her appointed clients. That in itself was not wholly unpleasant, but her life expectancy would be short because of the extreme nature of their ministrations.
Chapter Five
Rigid tentacles entwined themselves about Tanya's hips and legs. The myriad appendages locked on with dozens of suction cups that pinched her skin with their hydraulic grip. The touch jerked her fully awake and she felt the sludge churning with the movement of some aquatic monster. The denizen of the pit had already gained firm reign on its intended prey and was reinforcing it with more tentacles.
Determined not to allow herself to be an easy meal, Tanya sought to pound the beast and drive it off. However, the treacle that was its habitat cushioned every blow and she never once even made contact with it. She thrust her spare arm down to try to pry off a tentacle, but as she did so, the beast hauled backward and almost ripped her other arm out at the socket. If it had not been snared about the ring, she would have surely been drawn deep beneath the viscous surface and to her doom.
Tanya wrenched her free arm out of the sludge and established another anchor. She screamed as the beast renewed its attempts to drag her down with added vigour. It continued tugging in sharp bursts and squeezed ever tighter with its appendages until Tanya was certain her only options were either being crushed, drowned, or devoured on the spot.
The drag ceased, but the entwining bonds of boneless flesh remained steadfast. Tanya wondered as to
Fingers played at her collar and the mild strangling grip came away and was swiftly followed by the folds of the hood. The interior was slick against her face with the sheen of fevered perspiration that her ordeal had exuded.
The moment she had sight, she declined to wait while her darkness dependent eyes grew used to what appeared to be a midday sun perched atop a candle. Tanya flung her hand out and grabbed the case. She swung it around with an outraged yell of maximum exertion and roughly targeted the fuzzy shape that was currently folding up the infernal hood.
The box struck her tormentor in the shoulder and threw him aside with the impact, but she did not disable him as she had hoped. Pushing her weak body onward, Tanya followed up her initial strike. Rolling over, she rained the improvised weapon down onto his naked form. A dull thud slammed into his back and cast him to the floor where he flailed in shock and surprise.
Tanya took her weapon of vengeance in both hands and brought it with full force onto the rear of his head. He twisted his head and looked up as the shadow fell across it and his eyes momentarily filled with alarm. A brittle crunch resounded and flecks of red touched Tanya's features.
Glad that her dazzled sight was still not sufficiently clear to reveal the details of what she had done, Tanya dropped the case. She turned away and began to limp slowly for the door.
When she took hold of the handle, she recalled her nakedness and wandered back to draw on her abuser's discarded trousers and jacket. She dragged in the laces so that they remained upon her considerably smaller body and then went back to the door. Tanya took a deep breath of courage. She fought to resolve herself to this course of action and to keep her doubts far from her.
When she opened the portal, the hinges gave a soft squeal that made her wince as though it were the trump of a bugle. The fear of discovery stampeded within her and made her body tremble and her stomach turn over upon itself like landed eels.
Her fright was all the more ferocious because of the realisation that this would be her sole chance for freedom. If she failed, her enslaver would certainly take the necessary precautions to ensure a similar breakout never occurred again. Tanya knew deep down that she would quickly succumb to such bondage and forget all concept of flight. She would become a slavering submissive beast that would fervently accept any sadistic whim from her appointed clients. That in itself was not wholly unpleasant, but her life expectancy would be short because of the extreme nature of their ministrations.
Chapter Five
Rigid tentacles entwined themselves about Tanya's hips and legs. The myriad appendages locked on with dozens of suction cups that pinched her skin with their hydraulic grip. The touch jerked her fully awake and she felt the sludge churning with the movement of some aquatic monster. The denizen of the pit had already gained firm reign on its intended prey and was reinforcing it with more tentacles.
Determined not to allow herself to be an easy meal, Tanya sought to pound the beast and drive it off. However, the treacle that was its habitat cushioned every blow and she never once even made contact with it. She thrust her spare arm down to try to pry off a tentacle, but as she did so, the beast hauled backward and almost ripped her other arm out at the socket. If it had not been snared about the ring, she would have surely been drawn deep beneath the viscous surface and to her doom.
Tanya wrenched her free arm out of the sludge and established another anchor. She screamed as the beast renewed its attempts to drag her down with added vigour. It continued tugging in sharp bursts and squeezed ever tighter with its appendages until Tanya was certain her only options were either being crushed, drowned, or devoured on the spot.
The drag ceased, but the entwining bonds of boneless flesh remained steadfast. Tanya wondered as to
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