Wages of Sin

Chapter Six-1

Chapter Six

Livia sidled over towards Grigori, keeping her eyes fixed on Tanya’s naked body, tied to the old single mattress like a sacrificial animal.

“What toys do you have here for me to play with?” she asked.

Grigori smiled at her. “When have you ever needed more to play with than that?” he responded, pointing at Tanya, who had not only closed her eyes but also turned her head away.

Livia chuckled nastily. “I can do with no more than that if I must,” she said, “But with so exquisite a canvas to paint on I would really like to do something special.”

“I will send for some things to be brought here,” Grigori said. “Do you wish to wait for them?”

Livia cast a long, lustful look at Tanya. “I can start now,” she replied. “But I do hope that you have the bag immediately available.”

“Of course,” Grigori nodded.

Lying on her back on the mattress, sore and weary and miserable, Tanya heard their conversation, but had no idea what they meant by it until someone pulled a black bag over her head and drew it snugly around her neck with drawstrings. For a moment she panicked, fearing that she would be unable to breathe. She tried to sit up, but the rope around her neck kept her from doing so, and the way her ankles were tied to the mattress kept her from getting any leverage anyway. She panted and gasped until she realized that she could breathe perfectly well through the bag, though she couldn’t see anything at all now and sounds were slightly muffled.

“Is that satisfactory?” Grigori asked. Now the subject was a faceless body…a very spectacular body, but a faceless one all the same. He knew that Livia liked them that way. It sometimes disturbed her to see their eyes when she did her early work on them.

“Quite satisfactory,” Livia nodded. She crouched down next to the subject and began running her fingertips over her bare skin, slowly and lightly, not concentrating on any erogenous zones at first. Grigori watched the subject wriggle and twitch at the contact. Then Livia moved to the subject’s inner thighs, still doing no more than brushing lightly with her fingertips. Now the subject twisted and writhed, trying to get away and utterly unable to. She began making angry noises that were slightly muffled by the bag.

Tanya felt panic rising in her again. She was trapped in her body, which was tied down and spread, and the bag only served to make her feel even more trapped because she couldn’t see what was going on…not that she wanted to, but somehow being effectively blind made everything else so much worse. She tried to keep as still as she could, but every time she managed to remain motionless for even a moment those maddening fingertips would find a way to make her react. She could hear the men laughing and making comments as this new sort of torture went on. Most of the comments were not in English, and while she did not know what, exactly, they were saying, their tone and rude laughter made her face burn with shame. She knew they were talking about her, waiting their turns to use her body.

Grigori watched. He always liked to watch a talented professional at work, and Livia was certainly that. But at the moment she seemed especially inspired by the canvas she had to work on. The subject had one of the most beautiful bodies he had ever seen, from the large, taut, full breasts to the narrow waist and flat belly to those round hips to those long, shapely legs. Even better, the subject had no tattoos or body piercings. To be sure, piercings would be added later, once she had come to believe that nothing more could be done to her. n****e rings, certainly, and labia rings, and perhaps a nose ring. Depending upon who eventually bought her, she might be branded as well. But for now there was nothing to mar that lovely smooth skin.

He checked to make sure that all of the proceedings were being recorded. His client would not pay unless he received some memento of the breaking and training of this tall blonde b***h. He found everything satisfactory and went back to watching Livia work. By now the subject seemed quite agitated as Livia kept working closer and closer to her exposed p***y. Then, just as it seemed that Livia would finally reach it, she stopped what she was doing and instead put her mouth on one pink n****e, sucking and licking at it while making small, pleased noises. The subject erupted into wild struggling, bucking and shrieking, managing to raise her hips off of the mattress a couple of times but unable to keep them up. The bag on her head allowed her to breathe, but if she exerted herself too much she couldn’t get quite enough air and would sooner or later have to give up. When the subject finally collapsed, her chest heaving as she gasped, Livia happily moved on to the other n****e, sucking and licking it into erection. Now the subject lay more or less still, her head tossing from side to side as she whined and complained hopelessly. Livia pinched both n*****s hard, making the subject yelp weakly, before moving back to her p***y.

Tanya felt fingers spreading her wide, probing inside of her, and moaned. It was not from pleasure. She ached from her whipping, from the ropes binding her, from the almost constant useless straining against her bonds and the air inside the bag felt hot, close and oppressive now. She could hear the men, still talking and laughing as things were done to her. She felt fingers sliding up into her p***y, teasing her clit, making her grow wet in spite of herself.

“She is not very responsive,” Livia complained after a few minutes. “I am afraid that I will really need some tools.”

“Well, then, you are in luck,” Grigori said. “These have just arrived.” He opened the plastic box one of his men had just handed to him. Livia looked inside it and smiled.

“This will do quite nicely for now,” she said as she took out a small vibrator. It was designed more for stimulation than penetration, so neither the main probe nor the smaller one close to it was very long or thick. “Shall I use this as well?” she asked, indicating the smaller probe.

“Do as you think best.” Grigori answered. “Just give us all an entertaining show.”

“Oh, I can promise you all that!” Livia snickered. “Just looking at that body I feel positively inspired.” She began rummaging through the box for more toys.

Tanya was slowly getting her breath back. She could hear them talking perfectly well, but she couldn’t see anything at all, which only added to her fear and apprehension. Then she felt a soft hand manipulating her breast, slowly and expertly massaging her n****e. As much as she loathed that touch, after everything else that had been done to her it was endurable. She forced herself to lie still, to give them no reaction at all. And then something hard and pinching was applied to her n****e. It hurt, but aside from one hissing intake of breath she gave them no sign. The process was repeated with her other n****e.

“Those look quite nice on her, don’t they?” Livia asked as she flicked each n****e clamp in turn with her forefinger. Tanya couldn’t help twitching and jerking. She resisted the sudden, irrational urge to try to shake those terrible pinching things off. She knew that it probably wouldn’t work anyway, and would only provide her captors with a show of straining muscles and jiggling t**s.

“I can make them even tighter, b***h,” Livia addressed the subject. “Do you want me to do that?”

Tanya only shook her head ‘no’. It was an automatic reaction. She was certain that the damned woman would do as she pleased no matter what she did or said.

“Well, now,” Livia said brightly as she smiled up at the men standing around her. “Back to work!”

Tanya twitched when she felt the woman’s fingers manipulating her p***y again, spreading the outer lips, the inner lips, and tickling at her clit with a fingernail. She gritted her teeth, trying to remain motionless, but the damned woman knew what she was doing and it was impossible not to react every so often when she hit some sensitive spot. Worse yet, she could feel herself growing wetter as the manipulation went on. There was nothing at all that she could do about it.

“You have such a lovely p***y,” Livia commented. “So nice and plump and pink. Don’t you agree?” She looked up at her audience again. They either nodded or grinned.

“It’s a shame to hide it behind that hair,” Livia went on. “Even such a cute little patch as you have. You should be proud of your p***y, not be afraid to show it off. I think I’ll help you with that before we’re done here. But for now…”

Tanya jerked and squealed as something hard but flexible was thrust up into her p***y. It wasn’t as big as she feared that it might be, and it didn’t go in very deep, but she ground her hips anyway, trying unsuccessfully to expel it. A moment later, she jerked and squealed again as something prodded at her anus.

Livia let the subject writhe and struggle until she tired herself out again. It was entertaining to watch, and it made those magnificent t**s jiggle and wobble most interestingly. The clamps on her n*****s winked and flashed as they caught the light. Finally the subject was still again, aside from the heaving movements of her chest as she gasped for air. Livia chose her moment to thrust the smaller probe into the subject’s anus as deep as it would go, which was not very deep. The subject’s struggles started up again, but did not last very long once she realized that they were pointless. Livia could hear her whimpering now.

“There, now,” she crooned, stroking the subject’s torso gently. “That isn’t so bad now, is it?” The subject did not answer. Livia smiled wickedly and switched on the vibrator. The subject stiffened, squealing most appealingly, her hips grinding, trying to escape the humming, buzzing invaders.

Trapped inside the bag, Tanya fought back panic. A part of her realized that she was doing exactly what they wanted her to do, but that part had scant influence over her body right now. It was the thing shoved up her ass that occupied her attention. She had just been able to resign herself to that latest defilement, one she had never had to endure before despite many a man who had wanted to, very much, in the past, and then it had started vibrating, and that was too much to endure. Tiny, shuddering waves of sensation were spreading throughout her groin and belly, and she just couldn’t keep still for this anymore. She bucked and twitched and jerked and writhed, squealing and shrieking as it just went on and on. She could feel someone sliding the probes in and out of her, sometimes deep, sometimes not so deep, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, always maddeningly. And on top of everything else, the pinching pressure on her n*****s never slackened. She could feel the things bouncing against her t**s as she fought.

Grigori stepped back from the circle smiling. Tanya’s reactions were not only all he could have hoped for, they were more than he had hoped for. It was clear that her gorgeous body was nicely sensitive in all the right places, which should make breaking her relatively easy and even pleasant, if not for her. He looked forward to that, dealing her pain and pleasure as he saw fit, teaching her first to submit, then to obey.

It couldn’t go on forever. Tanya finally collapsed, weak, breathless and dizzy, unable to fight at all. She whined and moaned as those horrible buzzing things slid in and out of her. Whoever was doing that altered the angle of the assault subtly so that Tanya suddenly felt her clit being singled out for attention. She knew what was coming beyond doubt now, and she was too far gone to prevent it…not that she could have done much to prevent it in any case. She wanted to beg for mercy, beg them not to make her come, not here, not like this, not with lusting men crowding around her as she was sure they were. She bit back the words. It was the only defiance she could make now.