The Mist and the Lightning. Part 15. Ви Корс

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      Karina cried, suffocating in this cocoon of total slavery and humiliation.

      “I don’t want to cut off your tongue, but you must learn to show me respect: wear traditional clothes, speak only when I allow. You will only learn to do what I say. Otherwise,” Lis raised the whip, “I will teach you. You promised to obey me and respect me. It seemed to me that you began to improve, and now it starts again. While we're stuck here, train, get used to it. Walk around the room. The eyes will get used to it, you will become better oriented.”

      “Walk around the room from corner to corner?”

      And Lis whipped her so hard on the back that even the dense fabric of the cape didn’t save her from the burning pain. Karina shrank, fell to the floor, hoping he would not continue. But he hit her several more times with a quick draw, and she couldn’t resist, screamed out loud and sobbed.

      “I warned you,” he said very calmly. “I will punish you for the slightest disobedience. I will beat you. You will be the perfect wife and thank me.”

      Karina continued to cry, choking and gasping, sitting in her cape on the floor like a shapeless sack. She became hysterical.

      But Lis was ruthless:

      “I repeat once again, tears won’t help. I'm doing the best for you. Time will pass, you will be grateful to me for this. And you will wear what I say.”

      She froze in a stupor.

      He walked over and pulled off the top of the cape over her:

      “Wipe your face,” he handed her a towel, sat down next to her, “why are you resisting? Why can't you understand that I want the best? Why do other women want to be unique and beautiful only for their beloved man, but not you? Your fucking nature doesn’t let you be good? If you say that you love me, and sometimes it seems to me that you are not lying, then why? Why don't you want to be only mine if you see that it pleases me? Why show yourself to others? What for? Explain to me?”

      Karina was silent, she wiped her face swollen from tears and red from stuffiness. As soon as she did so, Lis put the cape over her again, pulling it tightly over her head. Karina again found herself in darkness and practically without air.

      “You can go to bed and lie down. Think about my words if you love me.”

      “I love you.”

      “Do you want to be only mine?”

      “Yes.”

      “Do you want your beauty to be just for me?”

      “Yes…”

      “Good. You will sleep like this tonight. I won't let you take it off until you get used to it.”

      Nikto came to them:

      “Come to my living room, I invite you to dinner.”

      “Okay,” said Lis.

      Nikto looked at covered Karina.

      “Karina will go like this?”

      “Yes. She is getting used to the cape. Karina, I give you permission to answer Nik.”

      “I want to be an exemplary wife and show respect for my husband and… master. Not to flaunt myself in front of everyone, but be only for him.”

      “Let's decorate her,” Nikto said, “we can make beautiful tattoos. At the bottom of the abdomen there can be flowers down to the pubis, and we will write, as if on a tape, that she belongs to you. We will decorate her ass with patterns, make a beautiful drawing on the tailbone. Marg will draw a crown with precious stones on her tailbone, like a real one, and you can write your name again, that her ass is also yours. Under the breasts we will make a beautiful pattern, like thin lace, and intertwined threads with beads around the nipples and on the breast, have you seen this on my slaves? And where you carved your sign, you can draw colorful birds on the sides. Marg knows how to decorate girls very beautifully. Do you want to write something on her face? It will be cool to tattoo the whole lower part of her face. And let there be a large inscription with your name on her lips, it will be the very cool! After all, you still intend to cover her face with a mask or cape. I understand correctly? She will always be closed, completely, right? Then let's decorate her face. And you can also decorate the neck, chest, tailbone, navel with rhinestones. Marg knows how to implant precious stones into the body. Let’s insert them into her nose, cheeks, around the lips. It will be very beautiful! Let's hang up the chains. You put a chastity belt on her, you can do better while we're here. We can pierce her outer labia, insert rings on both sides, and then, through these rings, you will stretch a chain. You know, it's like… like lacing. You will lace everything between her legs, tightly, as it should, and hang the lock. Only you will be able to open her and unlace her hole. The ass can also be closed like this, I did this to Arel, inserted two rings along the edges of the hole, they can be connected with a padlock. Connected and closed. It's more comfortable than a chastity belt.

      Lis froze, he turned pale:

      “D… do what you want… N… Nik, just don't touch her face yet, please.”

      “Why? Do you still want to open her? Show?”

      “No, no…”

      “Then all the more let's decorate her face!”

      “Please, Nik, no, she already has a pierced nose and lip.”

      “But these are very small stones, they are almost invisible.”

      “They are noticeable.”

      Nikto shrugged his shoulders:

      “Okay, whatever you say. I don’t insist, I just suggested.”

      And Lis’ face showed a clear relief:

      “Maybe later she will wear the traditional jewelry of married red women.”

      “Do you want to marry her again when we take over Ore town and you become king? Now according to the Rite of the reds?”

      “Yes.”

      Karina knew this tradition and saw a crescent-shaped jewelry on red women. Made of gold, richly decorated with patterns and precious stones, often with fringed chains and beads at the edges, it was threaded through the nasal septum with a bow and hung under the nose with a wide sickle-shaped plate, obscuring the lips and lower part of the face. There was a clasp on the back wall of the jewelry, if desired, it could be passed through specially made punctures in the lower and upper lips, fastening them together like a pin, preventing the submissive woman from opening her mouth.

      Skillfully crafted by jewelers, the jewelry, of course, were very beautiful, but still reminded Karina of a slave muzzle.

      Through the dense fabric of the cape, she couldn’t see the expression on Lis’ face, she just silently listened to their conversation, thinking that her life was over, with absolute indifference. Let them do whatever they want with her body, she belongs to her husband, she is in the hands of her beloved, and nothing else is needed.

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