Wages of Sin

Chapter Four-1

Chapter Four

Grigori whistled a happy little folk tune as he carried Tanya’s clothes down the hallway. She had tried to fight him, as he had known she would, and she’d actually been a bit better at it than he’d expected. Not that it had made any difference in the end, aside from presenting him with a little more of a challenge, which had been pleasant in its own way. Now she could be left alone to contemplate her situation and nurse her pain. She ought to be in a very fragile state of mind by the time he went back for her.

He owed a lot to that doctor who had spent so much time teaching him where to find all the pressure points and nerves that could be struck or pressed to break a woman’s resistance without seriously injuring her or even marking her very much. Too bad that the man had been murdered some time ago.

Tanya naked had been all that he could have hoped for: long legs, big, full and completely natural breasts, overall a gorgeous body. He especially liked comparing his recent vision of her, naked and crawling at his command, with his first view of her at that party: confident, arrogant and calculating. Then she had been sure of her power over men. Now she would learn that men had the power over her, and her magnificent body was now her worst liability instead of her greatest asset. He had no illusions that he had already broken her. She had done his bidding only to make him stop hurting her.

He smiled. She had looked quite fetching as she carried her shoes over to him, the ankle straps clenched in her teeth. He had let her keep her jewelry on for now. It was something he would order her to remove later. She still needed a great deal of work.

***

Tanya huddled on the pallet, keeping her eye on the section of padding that concealed the door. Her pains were subsiding slowly, but every time she moved she still felt twinges. She inspected herself as best she could without getting up. He had bruised her in places.

She was scared. Whoever her tormentor was, he had obviously planned everything out and had resources that she could only guess at. She had heard stories of young women abducted and turned into s*x slaves, but she had never taken them very seriously. Now she did. They…whoever they were…had taken Cicely the same time they had taken her, so now her only hope was that Lana would miss them and go to the police. The problem was, she wasn’t at all certain that Lana would do that. There was also the possibility that Lana had been taken as well, and she didn’t want to even think about that.

Then the lights in the room went out, and she was left in utter darkness.

***

“You got it all on tape?” Grigori’s client asked eagerly.

“We recorded it all, yes,” Grigori nodded. “And while I am sure that you would like to see it, I believe that I warned you about coming here so soon.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” the man agreed. “But I just couldn’t wait. I want to see that b***h get what’s coming to her.”

“Well, I am afraid that you are a bit too soon,” Grigori said. He leaned back in his chair and regarded his client narrowly across his desk. The man was not taking direction very well. It was very annoying that he had showed up so soon after Tanya had been taken. “There is not much to show you.”

“That’s all right, that’s all right,” the man said. “You have her naked now? May I see?”

“Yes, we have both her and her companion naked,” Grigori replied. “But no, you may not see. This is a very important time in their…educations…and I do not want you in a position to interfere or otherwise spoil things.”

“I’m paying you,” the man said angrily.

“Yes, you are,” Grigori sighed. He leaned forward and struck a few keys on his laptop before turning it so that the screen faced his client. “You might as well see this, then. But it is all that we have so far.”

The man hunched forward in his chair, his face a mask of expectation as the computer began to play the raw footage that had been recorded earlier. His eyes almost glowed as he watched it all. Grigori leaned back in his chair again and regarded the ceiling for a moment. He could hear Tanya’s grunts and yelps as he punished her, his own voice and hers as he ran her through her first lesson. He noticed how his client smiled ferally at the part where she had brought her shoes, how he kept watching with undiminished interest until the recording ended when the lights went out.

“You haven’t f****d her yet?” he asked, looking up.

“Not yet, no,” Grigori told him. “That comes later. We can do that to her at any time, and she knows it, so it is…useful to let her wonder when it will happen. It will add to her sense of dread. Her companion is not so interesting or difficult a subject, so we will be using her very soon, and recording the session to show to this blonde Tanya later.”

“Can I see that too?”

“No,” Grigori smiled as he retrieved his laptop. “You are not paying us for that one, so it is not possible.” He waited for the man to respond. It was clear that he was disappointed, but the implication that he would have to pay extra to get anything extra gave him pause.

“Will there be anything else?” Grigori asked at last.

“No,” the man shook his head. “No, nothing else.”

“Then we are done here,” Grigori said as he stood up. “And I must warn you that if you come here again without invitation you will be turned away at the door. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good. Now please go back to your hotel and wait for word from me.”

“For how long?”

“Do not press the matter,” Grigori warned. “I will send for you when it is time.”

***

Tanya was a small predator, a fox, but her companion Cicely was little more than another sheep. She had broken almost immediately, and while there was a market for attractive young Englishwomen she would not bring much at sale. Still, she could be useful in further breaking Tanya’s will. Grigori watched on the monitor as the lights were brought up in the room where Cicely was being held. He did not need to be there himself. His people knew what to do. He watched with no more than professional interest as they did what they did to poor Cicely, leaving her crying and sobbing, curled up in a ball of misery and suffering in the corner.

***

Tanya came awake when the light came on in her strange, padded cell, only then realizing that she had been dozing. She sat up warily, her legs together, one arm covering her breasts while she supported herself on the other. They were going to rape her now, she was sure. There wasn’t much that she could do about it besides remain as limp and unresponsive as possible.

The padding covering the door lifted up and the man who had inflicted all that pain and humiliation on her entered the room, alone. He smiled when he saw her.

“Did you have a pleasant nap?” he asked as he approached. Tanya merely glared up at him. She had expected several men, who would hold her down as they took her in turn. Instead, there was just him, carrying a laptop computer.

“I see that you have not learned to speak when spoken to yet,” he said as he stopped a few feet away. “I fear that you will require many lessons, my dear Tanya.”

“I slept all right,” Tanya replied angrily. “What are you doing here now?”

He slapped her so quickly that she had no time to try to stop him. It wasn’t as hard a slap as she knew he could give her, but it snapped her head around and stung all the same.

“You will speak when spoken to,” he told her. “You will answer questions. You will not ask them. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Tanya answered. And then he slapped her again, not quite as hard.

“Yes, sir,” he corrected her.

“Yes, sir!” Tanya snapped. She bit back all the other things she wanted to say.

“Good,” he smiled. “Now, I suppose that you are curious about this.” He held up the laptop.

“Yes, sir,” she replied curtly.

“Better,” he kept on smiling. “Now, you have not inquired about your friend Cicely as yet. I am sure that you are concerned about her, so I wanted to show you that she is still quite alive, and more or less well.”

Tanya felt a chill deep in her bones. In fact, she had forgotten all about Cicely. What was this strange and frightening man getting at? She did not know, could not guess, and that only served to scare her all the more. She was sure that sooner or later he was going to rape her…wasn’t he? Or did he get his jollies by doing other things to women? She shivered as he opened the laptop and turned the screen so that she could see it. He tapped a key.

Cicely appeared on the screen. She was naked, frightened, dirty, and her hair had been cut very short. From what Tanya could see of Cicely’s surroundings, the other woman was in some kind of cell with cinderblock walls and a bare cement floor that she was kneeling on.

“Turn around,” a male voice ordered her from off-screen. Whimpering, tears streaming down her cheeks, Cicely obeyed, staying on her knees. Tanya saw that her wrists were tightly bound behind her with coarse-looking rope. She also saw whip marks across Cicely’s back and ass.

“Keep turning,” the male voice ordered. Cicely kept turning until she was facing the camera again.

“Please,” she whimpered. She said nothing more. The laptop screen went blank.

“You sonofabitch,” Tanya muttered. And then he slapped her again, hard enough to lay her out, blur her vision, and make her ears ring.

“You have so much to learn, my dear,” he said, almost sadly, as Tanya struggled back up onto her knees. Stunned, she no longer made any attempt to cover herself.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted it, making Tanya yelp.

“’I’m sorry’ what?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Tanya answered immediately. “I’m sorry, sir!”

“You must really stop and think before you speak or act, my dear Tanya,” he said as he let go of her hair. “It would save you so much unnecessary suffering.”

Tanya said nothing. She was already very frightened of this man, whoever he was. On top of that, she was baffled by not only the things he had done so far, but also the things he hadn’t done. Though she was naked, she was as yet unraped and even unmolested.

“Well, it is time for us to move on,” he said as he closed the laptop and picked it up. He stood looking down at her for a moment.

“You will follow me,” he told her.

“Yes, sir,” Tanya answered meekly. But when she started to get to her feet he roughly pushed her back down.

“On your hands and knees,” he said.

Tanya felt the rage kindling in her, but she fought it back down. “Yes, sir,” she said.

“Good girl,” he smiled.

Tanya followed him out through the door and down a long, well-lit hallway. Even though it was carpeted, crawling along was hard on her knees. Still, she followed meekly along. She still didn’t know where she was, she still didn’t know how to get out, and above all she was still afraid of this man and what he might do to her. She recognized her situation as being similar to that of a woman in an abusive relationship. She’d seen enough of those in her life to feel sick to her stomach at the realization. There had to be a way out of this. There just had to!

They passed two doors, both shut, before they came to the end of the hallway and another door. Her tormentor swung it open and gestured for Tanya to go on in ahead of him. Dreading what might lie beyond the doorway, but unable to rebel, Tanya obeyed.

The floor in this room was not even bare cement but flagstones set in mortar. She moved gingerly across it. The lighting was poor, and the few side glances she dared to take told her only that the walls were of rough-hewn stones cemented together. She crawled more slowly, hoping he would finally tell her to stop. He did not until she reached what looked like an old drain set in the floor. She halted just short of it.

“Do you know what I want you to do now, my dear Tanya?” he asked from somewhere behind her.

“No, sir,” she replied.

“I want you to beg to be allowed to suck my c**k,” he said.

The rage she had been holding back flared up out of control. “f**k you!” she spat, and started to get to her feet. Immediately, she felt herself being seized from behind by powerful hands. She struggled and screamed, but soon found herself standing upright, held fast in the grips of two huge and muscular men, one so black as to almost seem invisible in the gloom, the other so very white and pale that she thought he might be an albino. They fastened shackles to her wrists as she squirmed and struggled futilely. Once her arms were secured high over her head, they put another pair of shackles on her ankles. Now she was too scared to fight. She did not resist when they pulled on the chains fastened to the fetters on her ankles, spreading her legs wider and wider until her legs began to ache.

Her tormentor appeared in front of her, still smiling but no longer carrying the laptop. He reached out and took her chin in his hand.

“You do seem to have some trouble in learning your lessons,” he said. “No matter. I am a very patient and determined teacher.”

“What are you going to do?” Tanya demanded. She could not keep her voice from trembling.

“Teach you,” he said simply. He went behind her. A set of blindingly bright lights came on then, shining right into Tanya’s eyes so that she had to shut them. As she was wondering what the Hell was going on, something struck her across her ass so hard that it stung like fire, and she shrieked at the sudden pain. There was another blow, harder and more painful than the first, across the backs of her thighs. She shrieked again, jerking frantically and futilely at her chains. Then came a third blow, across the small of her back. Her eyes flew open and she began screaming.

“Now, now, now, my dear Tanya,” she heard his voice, inches from her ear. “You brought this upon yourself.”

“I’ll…” she gulped and inhaled. “I’ll suck your c**k!” she promised. “Just let me down from here! Please!”

“It is a bit late for you to change your mind now,” he said. She felt his hand running up and down her back, slowly and gently. “And you are still not begging, are you?” His hand moved away, and before Tanya could bring herself to beg as he wanted her to, she heard the whistling of the lash just before it struck her across her ass again. Once more, she jerked and shrieked. And now that her eyes had adjusted to the bright lights, she could see that there was something in front of her, not close, and something more just beyond it. The lash struck her across her thighs again, but just before it did she could make out a video camera on a tripod recording her torment and a number of people, both men and women, standing against the far wall, watching the events with avid interest.

Grigori always enjoyed this part very much. The wide leather strap he was using caused great pain, but would not break the skin unless he was careless or the woman was unlucky. What made it all the better was that there was an audience, watching the woman’s degradation and adding to her shame. He launched his next blow across Tanya’s calves. They were lovely calves, as were all the parts of her body. She shrieked most entertainingly.

He paced himself, and her, timing his strokes irregularly and varying where he struck so that she would never know where the next blow would fall, or when, or even how hard. It took a while, but soon she was begging, pleading desperately, and that was also entertaining. Shortly after that she reached the point where she lost what little control she had of her body. It did not create as much of a mess as he feared that it might, and it added to her debasement. In any case, the drain in the floor was there for a reason. He kept on whipping her, not quite so hard now, until her screams faded to sobs and whimpers, still mixed in with her increasingly desperate pleas for mercy. At last he relented and signaled for his men to use the hose on her naked body. The rush of cold water revived her, making her jerk and dance in her shackles, gasping and spluttering as every part of her was thoroughly hosed down. When his men finally released her, she slumped to the floor for a moment before getting up on her hands and knees and crawling towards him, still sobbing and sniffling, her wet hair hanging down and obscuring her face. She stopped right in front of him and looked up, brushing the hair from her face with one hand. He could see that she was shivering violently.

“Please, sir,” she asked in a small and shaky voice. “May I please suck your c**k?”