Wages of Sin

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

Grigori smiled down at her. She no longer looked anything like the self-assured young woman he had first seen all those days ago. Between her shivering, the water still dripping off of her naked body and her sodden, snarled hair she much more closely resembled a half-drowned and badly frightened cat.

“Louder!” he ordered.

“Please, sir, may I suck your c**k!” she responded immediately.

“I don’t believe you!” he roared back at her. He signaled his men to move in and take hold of her again. She saw them coming and he saw panic in her eyes.

“Please, sir!” she wailed, as loudly as he could have wished for. “Please, please, may I suck your c**k! Oh, God, please! Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it! Anything! Anything!” She rocked back and forth on her knees, her ass resting on her heels, her hands on the wet floor.

“Perhaps later,” he said. “After you’ve been dried up and cleaned off.” He turned to his men. “Help her to her feet,” he said. Tanya sobbed and whimpered as they got her to her feet. She made no resistance at all when they tied her hands behind her with the same kind of coarse-looking rope that she had earlier seen binding Cicely. Grigori had them turn her to face the small audience and keep her upright.

“This is my latest project,” he announced, pointing towards Tanya. “As you can see, she is still quite unpolished. Please feel free to approach and have any of your questions answered.

Still shivering, shuddering and sniffling from shock and chill, it took a moment for Tanya to realize that they weren’t going to start whipping her again…at least not right away. Her sense of relief was only slightly lessened when she saw half a dozen people coming towards her, five men and a woman, all stylishly and elegantly dressed.

“She is quite striking,” the woman said as she drew near. Tanya dared a quick look at her. She was tall, dark-haired, quite attractive and about forty. And then she felt all those eyes on her nakedness and she dropped her gaze to the floor. She had always dressed provocatively in order to better attract male attention. Now she wished that she was wearing something shapeless, ugly and completely concealing.

“Those are magnificent t**s,” the woman continued.

“Yes, and entirely natural,” Grigori said.

“I know,” the woman said. “I couldn’t help watching them bounce and jiggle during her little show. And I love how the cold water makes those n*****s stand out! May I?”

“Of course.”

Tanya wasn’t sure what the woman meant until she saw and felt her hands fondling her breasts, lifting them slightly as if to test their weight and firmness. She wanted to pull away, to kick, to scream…but fear held her still now, along with the strong hands of the men flanking her.

“Oh, yes, quite magnificent,” the woman went on. “Look at me, you lovely blonde bitch.”

Tanya looked up into the other woman’s big, dark brown eyes. She was afraid not to. As she did, she felt the woman take her swollen n*****s between her thumbs and forefingers and squeeze them gently. She bit back a curse, but could not keep herself from inhaling sharply with a shuddering gasp.

“Yes, these little gems are quite sensitive, aren’t they?” the woman smiled. She pinched down hard and pulled. Tanya whimpered in pain. She had to look away, and then the woman let go of her n*****s.

“They’re perfect for a set of rings,” the woman observed. Tanya shuddered.

“Now, what about this?”

Tanya suddenly felt the woman’s hand on her crotch. She flinched and tried to pull away, but the men held her fast. Looking down now was out of the question because she’d see the woman touching her so intimately. As she looked desperately around all she could see were the faces and eyes of the men as they watched her defilement with lecherous interest. She looked up at the ceiling overhead and saw the chains she had been shackled to. She closed her eyes and whimpered, wishing that she was someplace else, anyplace else.

“What do you mean?” Grigori asked.

“Well, I know that it’s popular in some circles to keep a cute little patch of hair here as this blonde b***h has, but is this really her natural color? It’s the same shade as her hair.”

“We only acquired her recently,” Grigori replied. “We always shave our subjects, you know that. We just haven’t had time yet. I assume you all would like to watch when we do that?”

Tanya heard murmured assents from everyone there and bit back another whimper.

“May we inspect her more closely?” a man asked.

“Yes, of course,” Grigori answered. “I think you will find her quite cooperative now. Let her go, men. I think she has recovered enough so that she can stand on her own now. And please bring the frame over here.”

Tanya wanted very much to shrink away from the men…and the lone woman…who were looking her over with such avid interest that she could actually feel their eyes crawling over her like filthy bugs, but as they were all around her there was no place that she could shrink away to. Then the two men who had previously had been holding her up came back carrying what looked like an old sawhorse with some padding on the crossbar. She had no time to wonder what it was for

Grigori clamped a hand on the back of her neck. She jumped and made a noise between a squeal and a squeak. He pushed her head down, making her bend over forward. His men moved the frame in a little closer as he kept pushing her down until she was bent over the frame lengthwise, her belly resting on the padding.

“Spread her legs,” he ordered his men. Each one seized a slim ankle. Tanya made that odd noise again as they pulled her legs apart, but it appeared that she had no fight left. He made a signal with his free hand and more lights came on in the room.

“My, what a lovely pink p***y!” Tanya heard the woman exclaim and then she felt fingers caressing her lightly down there.

“No piercings here either, I suppose,” the woman went on. Tanya felt those fingers stretching her p***y open wide, wider…she couldn’t keep herself from trying to kick free, but it was useless.

“No, none,” the woman sounded disappointed. “A pity.” Tanya felt two fingers being thrust up into her and she tried to kick again.

“Her p***y is nice and tight, though,” the woman observed. The invading fingers were withdrawn. A moment later the woman thrust them under Tanya’s nose.

“Here, sniff yourself,” the woman said. She wiped her fingers off on Tanya’s lips. Tanya bucked and strained at the ropes binding her, the hands gripping her ankles, the hand clamped on her neck, holding her down. All of it was useless, but she didn’t stop until somebody brought a hard, open hand down hard across her upturned ass, making her shriek.

“Do you really want to be strung up and whipped again, my dear?” Grigori asked mildly, his mouth inches from Tanya’s ear.

“No, sir,” Tanya whimpered.

“Then be still.”

“Yes, sir.” All Tanya could do was close her eyes and try not to move as hands roamed over her ass, her breasts, her back, as fingers probed and pried at her p***y. She couldn’t help flinching whenever someone touched the parts of her that still stung from her whipping, but as tightly held as she was she couldn’t do more than that. She was starting to feel like some piece of prize livestock being inspected at a county fair. She could feel her cheeks burning with shame as total strangers prodded, probed and caressed any part of her body that they wanted. More than once she heard a man’s voice praising the size, fullness and firmness of her breasts, or the springy tautness of her ass, or the length, strength and shapeliness of her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and wished that this all would be over. It was humiliating and degrading beyond anything she had ever imagined, and yet she was trapped here in her own body, unable to resist and too afraid of the lash to complain. She gritted her teeth and tried to endure.

Then she felt big hands on her ass, big thumbs spreading her nether cheeks wide, wider…

“How tight is her ass?” a man asked. Tanya whimpered.

“We really don’t know yet,” Grigori replied. Still gripping the back of her neck, he gave Tanya a little shake.

“Have you ever taken it up your lovely ass, my dear?” he asked, as casually as if he were asking her if she’d ever tried a rare wine.

“No!” Tanya yelped. “No, sir! Please, don’t!”

“Ah, but we will, eventually,” Grigori chuckled. “Just not tonight. I should tell you all, lady and gentlemen, that this new subject is so raw that we haven’t taken the time to f**k her at all yet. Would you care to watch her…shall we say…initiation?”

“Oh, my, yes!” Tanya heard the woman exclaim. The men surrounding her didn’t use words, but it sounded as if they all would like to see it as well.

Tanya squirmed fruitlessly. She had once dumped a man, as wealthy and good-looking and generous as he had been, because he had wanted to f**k her while another woman watched. Since he would not take ‘no’ for an answer, she had simply left. Now it seemed that she was going to be f****d in front of a much larger audience, and she could not leave. In fact, she could barely move.

“Would one of you care to keep her head down?” Grigori asked. There was no shortage of volunteers. He chose Livia, not because she was especially strong but because she was utterly merciless to any and all ‘subjects’ and knew almost as much about pressure points and how to cause pain as he did. Livia closed her long, slim, strong fingers around the back of the subject’s neck and did something that provoked a pained and tiny grunt. Grigori smiled and went around behind the subject. He took a moment to admire the view. This tall, blonde b***h did indeed have a magnificent ass, and her current posture showed it off quite well indeed. It also put her p***y on display, and it also looked very good, plump and pink and available. He moved up close behind her so that his thighs were pressing up against hers. He saw her begin to try to struggle again, and then heard her begging ‘Please, no. Please, no.” in a pitiful little whine until Livia did something else that made her squeal weakly in pain and then fall silent.

He ran his fingers over her now well-pawed p***y, feeling the plumpness of the outer lips. He thrust one finger, then two, then three up inside of her, enjoying the power he had over her splendid body and imagining the dread and despair she must be feeling right now. For all the fondling and fingering she’d been subjected to, she was not wet at all. Her hips twitched and jerked and she whimpered piteously as he tried to ready her for her first public rape. With some women, manipulation worked quite well no matter how frightened or reluctant they were, but it did not work so well on this one. When he stopped she was just barely slick enough. No matter. He took a condom from his pocket and opened it with his teeth as he unzipped his slacks with his free hand. It was lubricated, which ought to make penetrating her easier though it probably wouldn’t do anything towards her enjoyment of the act. But this was an act of dominance, aimed at driving home to her just how powerless she was, not an act of mutually pleasurable s*x. Livia took hold of the subject’s bound hands and, after a short struggle, pulled them up and out of his way. He positioned himself behind the subject and put on the condom.

Tanya gritted her teeth as she felt a c**k being forced into her p***y. She was nowhere near ready for s*x, in spite of all the probing and fondling that had been done to her. She wasn’t completely dry either, so whoever was raping her was able to push his c**k slowly deeper and deeper into her. It didn’t hurt, quite, but it was extremely uncomfortable. It was also humiliating beyond anything she had ever experienced. She tried one last time to struggle free, but one last time she failed. All she could do was try to muffle her groans as that damned c**k kept invading more and more deeply, hurting her now, shaming her, debasing her. She grunted once, painfully, when she felt the man’s body bump into her upturned ass and knew that he was in her up to the hilt. She felt a hand patting her ass lightly, in an almost friendly fashion, but she was so raw there from the whipping that it stung almost as badly as if she’d been spanked hard. She bucked and grunted again.

“She is very, very tight indeed,” Grigori announced for the benefit of his audience. “Very tight, and very warm. But not yet very wet.” He began f*****g her, slow and deep, more to impress upon her that she was now helpless and vulnerable than for anything else. It was always best if the first time a new subject was f****d it was done as a public spectacle. In fact, it was usually a good idea for the first several times that there was an audience. He made a few more slow and deep thrusts, enjoying how she squirmed and grunted when he did that. She was slowly getting wetter and slicker in spite of how she must feel about this. A woman’s body had certain physiological responses that could be depended upon to operate no matter what her state of mind might be. It came as a terrible shock to some of them when they were taught this.

“Better,” he commented as he began f*****g her faster and harder. “Ah, but imagine how tight that gorgeous ass must be!” He grinned when he heard Tanya squeal in protest and felt her straining to free herself again. He had learned early on that most women who were tightly bound would soon give up struggling entirely, but one who was held in place only by strong hands would keep trying to break free time and again, wearing herself out all the more quickly. He slapped her ass harder, making her jerk and squeal once more, and settled down to the business of taking his pleasure from her helpless body. Once she had gotten wet enough it wasn’t hard. She kept grunting with each thrust he made, and her struggles diminished as she apparently resigned herself to enduring this public use of her body. But when she felt him stop thrusting and heard him groaning as he came she squalled in protest, fighting the hands that held her with one last wild effort. When that too failed she went limp and he could hear her sobbing. She probably did not know that he was wearing a condom. He stayed deep inside of her for a long moment after he was done. When he pulled out of her, he gave her ass another slap. He could see the marks that the strap had left on her lovely skin. Here and there, one of the marks had grown into an angry welt. She must be feeling very sore indeed, but nowhere had her skin been broken.

“Who would like to see this b***h be made to come?” he asked. All of his guests immediately said that they would, except for Livia, who smiled up at him, showing her teeth.

“Yes, my dear,” he nodded towards her. “You can certainly do it. Who knows best all the secret places of a woman’s body than another woman?”

Tanya sagged on the padded sawhorse fighting back tears. The hands on her ankles were still holding her legs spread, but not as tightly as before, but that damned woman’s grip on her neck hadn’t loosened in the least and her thumb and fingers still rested over spots that could cause severe pain or make her lightheaded if they put pressure on them again. She felt weak and nauseous and she dreaded whatever would come next.

“Stand her up,” Grigori said. Tanya felt hands pulling her upright so quickly that she was dizzy for a moment. Before her giddiness had completely passed, she felt herself being hurried over to a corner of the room. She saw an old single mattress lying on the floor and before she quite realized it she had been roughly thrown down on it on her back. Once again, hands gripped her ankles and pulled her legs apart. The soles of her feet touched the cold stones of the floor and she felt them tying her ankles in place with tough, hard rope. She made one effort to sit up, but the woman grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back down. More rope went around her neck to keep her in place. In only a few moments she was secured to the mattress, knees up and spread in the classic missionary position. The men crowded around her, drinking her in with lust-filled eyes, all wearing feral smiles of anticipation. She shut her eyes and groaned. From what she had heard, she knew that that damned woman was going to make her come somehow. From the expression on the men’s faces she could guess that once the woman was done with her they would be lining up to rape her and there wasn’t a thing, not a f*****g thing, that she could do about it. Well, there was one thing. Whatever they did to her, however cruelly they used her, she resolved not to let them see her cry.