Bonuslevel Tanja

Tanja was hanging face-down in the sex swing, her face turned downward, her plump little ass sticking up in the air, and her legs spread wide. The black anal plug stretched her pleasantly, the silver nipple clamps with the small weights tugged heavily on her dark nipples, so that her small, firm tits swayed back and forth with every tiny movement. The words “free use” on her buttocks gleamed black. The warming gel on her nipples, clit, and asshole was now really starting to take effect—a deep, burning tingle spread through her, growing hotter by the second. Tanja moaned softly through the O-ring gag; her body was already writhing slightly in the straps, the weights swaying, the plug pressing deeper.

The door opened.

A man and a woman entered—both in their mid-thirties, elegantly dressed, with that dark, knowing smile. The man was tall and broad-shouldered; the woman was slender and tall with long dark hair. They locked the door immediately. The man looked at Tanja, eyeing the plug, the clamps, the inscription, her dripping body, and grinned widely.

“Look at this, darling… a little black, untrained, dirty, filthy unicorn.” His voice was deep and calm. “Unicorns are attractive women who like to do it with couples. But this one… this is going to be our dark unicorn.”

The woman laughed softly, darkly, and ran a finger over Tanja’s reddened ass. “Oh yes… perfect. Such a pretty little bi-bitch. And already so nicely prepared for us.”

Tanja felt her pussy get even wetter at those words. *Yes… that’s exactly what I want to be. Your dark unicorn. Use me. Humiliate me. I want to feel it.*

The man first loosened the head straps of the swing and pulled Tanja’s head up a bit so she could see them better. Then he grabbed the heavy leather paddle Lisa had left behind. Without warning, he swung it back and slapped it hard against Tanja’s right buttock—a loud, sharp smack. Tanja screamed with pleasure through the gag, her body twitching, the weights on her nipples pulling brutally. The woman immediately reached for the clamps and turned them slowly, torturously, while her husband continued to strike—left, right, left, right. Each blow made Tanja’s ass glow bright red; the warming gel intensified the burning to an unbearable level.

“You’re not allowed to come until we say so, little unicorn,” the woman whispered, sliding two fingers deep into Tanja’s dripping cunt, fucking her slowly, but pulling them out again the moment Tanja started to tremble. Pure orgasm denial. Tanja whimpered, pushed her ass back, begging silently with her whole body.

The man slowly pulled the anal plug out, only to shove it back in deep again—harder, faster. The woman knelt beneath Tanja, alternately sucking on her clamped nipples, biting down lightly, tugging on the weights, while her husband worked Tanja’s ass with his flat hand and the paddle. Every blow, every tug on the clamps, every withdrawal of his fingers from her cunt sent Tanja soaring higher and higher—but never over the edge.

She loved it.

She wanted to be exactly that: her dark, little unicorn. Tied up, beaten, tormented, used. Her pussy dripped in long strands, her whole body glistened with sweat, the freckles on her cheeks glowed red. She moaned loudly and uninhibitedly through the gag, thrusting herself toward every blow, begging with her eyes for more.

After twenty minutes, her ass cheeks were bright red and hot, her nipples swollen and dark, the clamps gripping like vise-grips. The man finally stood behind her, pulled out the plug, and shoved his hard cock deep into her ass—slowly, but mercilessly. The woman knelt beneath her again, licking Tanja’s clit in slow, agonizing circles, but stopping every time just before Tanja came.

“Not yet, Unicorn,” she whispered. “You don’t come until you’ve brought us both to orgasm.”

Tanja nodded desperately, moaned, and milked the cock in her ass with all her strength. The man was now fucking her harder, deeper, his hands slapping her already sore ass with every thrust. The woman was now sucking hard on her clit, shoving three fingers into Tanja’s pussy and fucking her in the same rhythm.

Only when the man came inside Tanja’s ass with a deep groan did the woman finally let go. Tanja came so hard that her whole body twitched in the swing, her pussy squirted a long, warm stream over the woman’s face, and her ass milked the last drop out of the man.

Tanja hung exhausted but happy in the swing, cum running out of her ass, her body glowing with pleasure and pain.

The two let her slowly slide down, kissed her tenderly on her hot ass cheeks, removed the clamps (which gave Tanja another small afterorgasm), and lovingly stroked her short hair.

The man gave his wife a long kiss, smiled darkly, and left the room without another word. The door clicked softly shut.

The woman stayed behind. She walked slowly around Tanja, her long fingernails stroking almost tenderly over the heated skin of her back, waist, and inner thighs. Then she began to tickle—at first very lightly, with her fingertips, along the sides, under the arms, along the ribs. Tanja flinched and laughed muffled through the O-ring gag, her body writhing helplessly in the straps. The weights on the nipple clamps swung wildly, pulling painfully on her nipples.

But the tickling quickly turned nastier. The woman brought her fingernails into play—long, sharp claws that now slowly, torturously scraped across Tanja’s skin. Across her red-beaten buttocks, across her back, around her sagging tits, right across her sensitive sides. Tickling, pain, and pure lust blended into something Tanja had never felt before. Her body twitched uncontrollably; she laughed, moaned, and whimpered all at once. The scratches burned, the tickling attacks drove her mad, and her pussy dripped onto the floor in long, thick strands.

*What’s happening here?*, a voice inside Tanja’s head screamed. *Why does this turn me on so much? I’m not usually like this… why do I want her to keep going?*

The woman laughed softly, darkly. “Such a sensitive little unicorn… you love this, don’t you?” She scratched harder over Tanja’s clit, right where the warming gel was still burning, and Tanja screamed with pleasure.

At that very moment, the man returned. He was carrying a large black bag in his hands. He set it down and began, calmly but purposefully, to set up his toys:

- A heavy, black Sybian with a thick, ribbed attachment and extra-strong vibration.

- A vibrating clit sucker.

- An electric flogger with adjustable intensity.

He set up the Sybian directly under the swing, adjusting the height perfectly. Then the two of them untied the straps together and carefully lifted Tanja out of the swing. They laid her briefly on the floor, only to lift her back up again immediately and sit her astride the Sybian. The thick attachment penetrated deep into her dripping pussy. Tanja moaned loudly as the man switched the Sybian to a low setting—a deep, steady hum filled the room.

The woman sat down behind Tanja on the Sybian, pressed her breasts against Tanja’s back, and wrapped her arms around her. While the Sybian slowly fucked Tanja’s pussy, the woman rhythmically slapped Tanja’s tits with both hands—hard, slapping blows that made the heavy weights of the new clamps swing wildly. The man knelt in front of her, activated the vibrating clit sucker, and pressed it firmly against Tanja’s swollen clit. At the same time, he turned on the electric flogger and let the leather straps slap against Tanja’s ass and thighs at regular intervals—light electric shocks mingled with the blows.

Tanja was lost. The Sybian fucked her deep and mercilessly, the clit sucker sucked and vibrated on her most sensitive spot, the blows to her tits and ass burned deliciously. She moaned, screamed, twitched; her whole body was a single tremor of lust, pain, and submission.

The two of them played with her like a living toy—they varied the intensity, sometimes slower, sometimes faster, sometimes just light slaps, sometimes hard ones. Again and again they brought Tanja to the brink of orgasm… and held her there.

After what felt like an eternity, the man leaned close to Tanja’s ear while his wife continued to slap her tits and the Sybian ran at full speed.

“Listen, little dark unicorn,” he whispered. “This can end in two ways. We’ll just leave you here now—tied up, covered in cum, for the next guests. Or… you’ll become our property on a regular basis. Our personal unicorn. Our sex ****. Not always. Not every day. But whenever we demand it. You’ll come when we call. You’ll let us use you however we want. You belong to us.”

The woman bit Tanja’s earlobe lightly and slapped both her tits hard once more.

At that very moment, the orgasm washed over Tanja like a wave. An incredible, all-consuming climax—her entire body arched, her pussy squirted in long, violent spurts around the Sybian attachment, her legs trembled uncontrollably, she screamed so loudly through the gag that it echoed throughout the room. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her body twitched for minutes on end while the two continued to spank her and the Sybian ran on mercilessly.

The woman laughed softly and kissed Tanja tenderly on the shoulder.

“Good decision, our dark unicorn.”

Tanja was still hanging on the Sybian, trembling and completely spent; her body was burning, her pussy pulsing around the thick attachment, tears of exhaustion and bliss streaming down her cheeks. The incredible orgasm subsided only slowly—long, deep aftershocks made her flinch again and again.

The man immediately turned the Sybian down to zero and carefully lifted Tanja down. The woman gently removed the O-ring gag, kissed her tenderly on her swollen lips, and brushed her short, sweat-drenched hair away from her forehead. “You were incredible, our little dark unicorn,” she whispered lovingly.

Together they carried Tanja into the suite’s large adjoining bathroom. The light was warm and dimmed. They carefully set her into the huge, freestanding bathtub, ran warm water into it, and added fragrant bath oil. As the water gently flowed around her body, the two knelt down on either side of the tub.

They washed her with soft sponges—very slowly, very tenderly. The man kissed every red mark on her ass, gently licking the imprints of the blows. The woman carefully massaged her swollen nipples, released the clamps, and kissed the sensitive nipples until Tanja whimpered softly with relief. They caressed her arms, her legs, her stomach, her thighs—everywhere the swing’s straps had left red welts. No more words of humiliation. Only soft, loving compliments. “You were so strong… so beautiful… so perfect for us.”

After the bath, they lifted Tanja out, gently dried her with large, soft towels, and carried her back to the bed. There, they rubbed a rich, cooling body lotion all over her body—the man massaged it slowly into her glowing buttocks, the woman into her breasts and stomach. Every touch was now nothing but tenderness. They kissed her on the forehead, on the cheeks, on the mouth, on the shoulders. Tanja just lay there, blissfully exhausted, and let it all happen. For the first time that night, she felt truly held.

They covered her up, snuggled close to her briefly from both sides, and stayed until she was fast asleep. The next morning, Tanja woke up alone in bed. The room was tidy, the swing stowed away in the corner again. Bright daylight streamed through the windows.

She stretched cautiously—and let out a soft groan. Every muscle was screaming. An incredible soreness ran through her arms, legs, back, ass, and thighs. Her nipples were still slightly sensitive, her ass felt warm and used. But otherwise… nothing. No bruises, no welts, no visible marks. The two of them had taken care of everything perfectly.

Tanja smiled into the blanket, pulled it tighter around her naked body, and closed her eyes briefly once more. She had found her place. Not as a free-use toy for everyone. Not as a random unicorn for one night. But as their dark unicorn. Their personal, regular property—whenever they called. And she could hardly wait to be called again.