Free TheTrainingOfTanya2 by Bruce McLachlan

remain submerged and conscious for. Drowning was becoming a greater certainty with each passing moment.
    The creature gave up and returned to the thrusting carnal assault after having failed in its mission of tearing her from her perch.
    Tanya hauled herself up. The exertion needed to clear the surface with the weight of the creature she had yet to see made every muscle in her arms flicker with fiery shots of strain. Her features emerged and she gasped for breath. The rash inhale sucked in a quantity of the gelatinous waters and after coughing up this sludge, she wheezed and gasped.
    Tanya retched profusely, but never became distracted enough by this discomfort to become oblivious to the grip within her body and the lethargic attentions of the beast.
    The many appendages stiffened and the creature maintained this rendered hold for a few seconds. It then let go and sank back down into the depths by simply permitting its bulk to sink without swimming. The injected tentacles were slack and lifeless and were paid out from her orifices at a gradual pace. The slithering flight of the intruders made Tanya scowl with rapture and vibrate as she felt them moving slowly within her. The subtle ridges and lines of suction cups shook her membranes. Her legs clenched together and the passage against her inner thighs added to her ecstasy. When she clenched her rear, the sensation was even more distinct. Tanya was immediately hollering against one of the most insane and weird feelings her body had ever encountered.
    The last tip came free and let her sore anus finally close. Tanya exorcised her impotent choler with a furious punching of the waters amidst cursing shouts. Having spent her overflow of wrath and frustration, she clutched to the ring and wept. Tanya closed her eyes and tried to rest as she awaited the next attack.
    She could not help but wonder how long she could survive against such a relentless foe. Famine would slowly weaken her frame and as her strength waned, the beast would succeed in tearing her free. Unless she was granted a reprieve and removed from the pit, her demise was as certain as the return of the beast. However, what actually was the thing?
    It had a cunning intelligence and tactical knowledge, so it had to be some sort of sorceress construction, something that had been put together by the foul bleak magics of the Witch Queen. Her enemy was some sort of rapist demonic squid monster, bent on using her for its own foul purposes. The knowledge that she was not being assailed by a mere animal was less comforting than it should have been because it meant that the creature would ignore instinct and plot until it had what it wanted from her. An animal would only seek to devour her. This thing had something else in mind and Tanya could formulate no predictions as to what it could possibly be.
    All she wanted was to return to her Master. The couple had methodically broken her. They had destroyed a knight and created a slave. Had it all been a vicious game to them? Had their interest in her vanished the moment she consented to forget her previous life and become theirs? She had been condemned to this pit, deserted by them to this stark end. Why could they not have done this straight away rather than torment her until she gave in, and then tear her soul with sorrow as they then banished her from their presence forever?

    Chapter Six
    Tanya crept down the corridor and reached the stairs without a problem. She began to ascend and stuck close to the wall where her naked feet and light tread, hopefully, would prevent any floorboard from announcing her presence with a creak.
    In the background, she could hear the faint crack of a whip and muffled cries. The sounds wafted up from further down the passage and testified that she was not the only captive destined for sadistic treatment to pleasure others and enhance Sebastian's profit.
    The back door honed into view and offered her a way out. She was readying to throw caution aside