Someone Elses Daughter (2 page)

She dumped the ruined garments in a waste bin and then Georgy led her from the office. She was conscious of her nudity now. It was evident that Borzov reserved the entire upper floor of the tower block for his own use. However, Georgy took her to the lift and down to the basement, where a middle-aged woman was mopping the polished concrete floor. It was a large, cavernous area and presumably spanned the whole width and depth of the building, with many stout concrete pillars to support the structure. It accommodated numerous containers too, maybe a dozen of them, constructed entirely of grey metal and perhaps 3 meters square. Other parts were enclosed by open wire mesh.

Georgy took Sara to one of the metal containers and opened its door, pushing her inside. She glanced around. The windowless space was lit by a harsh strip light. The grey metal room was just long enough to accommodate a single bunk to one side of the door, and a lavatory pan, a wash basin and a shower cubicle were arranged in a row on the opposite side. There was no wardrobe, and the only cupboard was beneath the wash basin on the far wall. A length of slender steel chain hung from an eye-bolt in the centre of the ceiling, and its links pooled in a small heap on the pillow of the bed.

“You will sleep here,” Georgy said.

Sara stared at the bed. It had a thin mattress with a single rough brown blanket. Georgy grabbed her right wrist and clipped a steel cuff about it, and she stood, unresisting and almost curious, as he similarly confined her other wrist. He then clipped and locked the chain to the connecting link of the handcuffs. His hands stroked over the swell of her arse, probing between the divide. She pulled away. “I only agreed to serve Mr Borzov,” she said.

Georgy reached to grasp the chain and pulled her back to him. His other hand dived between her thighs and his finger pushed up into her cum-sodden cunt. “I’m in charge of the Bitches,” he said. “The Boss and me are old friends. We share many things. I’ll share you too, you American whore.”

He pushed her back on the bed, and her head rested on the links of the chain. Sara instinctively knew there was something dangerous about Georgy Nikitin. She decided that it was useless to try to resist him. Besides, her treacherous body was again responding to the rough treatment, and her cunt was clasping at his invading fingers. She raised her cuffed wrists over her head and spread her legs as she lay back on the bed, watching as he unbuttoned his trousers and flopped out his semi-erect cock. To her surprise, she saw that the cock was tattooed around the centre of the shaft. He then knelt on the bed between her thighs, wanking his cock to full erection. Georgy then scooped up both of her legs, his elbows hooked behind her knees, and his weight bent her double as it pressed down on her. Sara, toes behind her ears and her arse upraised by the position, gasped as the head of the cock nudged against her anus. She was about to protest but he pushed forward insistently and her sphincter gave way. She struggled to relax as the cock slid inside her. Tears of pain watered her eyes as he pushed back and forth, each time gaining further entrance, until his balls rested on her arse and his cock impaled her to the hilt. She recognised that it was more of an exchange of power than a mere arse fucking: it was a statement of his authority over her. She rocked back and forth with his thrusts, accepting the ravishment and feeling her anal channel involuntarily clenching and unclenching around the invading shaft. The light in the container suddenly went out, leaving them in inky blackness. However, he kept on fucking her, and she could hear from his ragged breathing that he was close to a climax. When he had used her, he unceremoniously pulled his cock from her anus, dragging against the tender skin of the velvet funnel.

“The light is on a time-switch,” he said. “We save on electricity for the environment, and its for the good of your slave soul.”

After he left her, Sara rose from the bed and groped towards the door, intending to turn the light on again. However, the chain did not extend that far. They obviously intended her to remain in utter darkness. She groped for the bed and lay down.
What have I done? OMG!

III

Sara Smithson had never before properly explored the deeply submissive streak in her nature, except for a few spanking and cock-sucking forays with Professor Zeldov. For the rest, she had confined herself to fantasies and masturbation in the privacy of her bedroom. Strangely, as she lay on her bed in the pitch it didn’t seem so very different. Yet she was in Moscow, a world away from Ohio, and her wrists were cuffed together darkness with the links of the slender chain pooled on her belly. It seemed like just another fantastic fantasy, and she had butterflies in her pussy.

Sara didn’t know how long she had lain there; she had no means of her telling. It must have been mid-morning or maybe noon when Georgy Nikitin had finally sated his lust and left her. When he had gone, she had waited for some time, utterly exhausted, and then she had groped her way to the shower cubicle about one metre away from the bed. Somehow she had managed to find and turn on the unfamiliar faucet and take a shower. The water had been shockingly cold but, nonetheless, it was good to wash away the grime and slime of two heavy fucks, and she then fumbled for the towel, dried herself, and returned shivering to her bed. After a while, as warmth returned, she had drifted into a fitful sleep, occasionally awakening frightened in the dark and then calming herself and drifting off again. Later she awoke and lay silent with her thoughts. In that sealed basement room, she could not even tell if there was still daylight outside. She simply lay there, naked and chained, and mulled over the totally unexpected and overwhelming events of the day. Borzov’s men held her passport; she had no her clothes and possessions there; in effect, she had volunteered to be their prisoner. Her belly was deliciously aflutter at the prospect of such a game of voluntary servitude.

After some time, suddenly and without any warning, the room was flooded with bright light. She blinked and shielded her eyes with her cuffed wrists. The door opened and two men entered. They were young, younger than her, and they had the arrogant swagger of youth. She lay, as if transfixed, as they gazed down at her body.

“So, this is Borzov’s latest bitch,” one of them said. He reached to grasp her chained wrists and hoisted them away from her breasts. “Sara Smithson. She’s American, Georgy said.”

“Does she speak Russian?”

“Yes, I do,” Sara said.

The other man roughly smacked her across the upper thigh with the flat of his hand. “He wasn’t talking to you, cunt,” he said. “Only speak when you are spoken to.”

The man who held her wrists yanked her them higher. “Kneel on the bed, spread your legs wide and keep your arms high above your head.”

Sara hurried to comply, facing the two men. She kept her arms in position when the man relaxed his grip on her wrists, even when he whipped his fingers across her breasts.

“Don’t look any of us in the face, ever,” he ordered. He waited until she had lowered her eyes. “Now, listen up. My name is Sasha, and this is Leo. We are your trainers. You’ll learn how it works here: first the Boss, then Georgy, and then Leo and me …your chain of command. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“You must address us and the other trainers as ‘sir’,” Leo said affably.

“Yes, sir,” Sara said with a chuckle.
Sir? Two Russian meathead kids fo
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five years younger than me?
LOL.

“Oh yeah, there are other trainers, supervising other bitches. And others in the Boss’s team too, answerable to us, taking our orders. See? You are at the very bottom. You take orders from everyone. You are everybody’s cunt.”

“There are other women here, sir?”

“Are you stupid? You think this is a fucking monastery? Borzov’s Bitches…plural. The boss likes plenty of pretty and obedient cunts.”

Leo smiled slightly at Sasha’s crude terminology. He said: “You are now part of Mr Borzov’s stable of beautiful bitches. We trainers use this basement as our base. Some bitches come and go, but you remain here until Mr Borzov says different. It is constantly guarded and entirely secure. It’s as simple as this: if someone has access to this basement, then you obey them. You serve anyone who demands it here.”

“For the time being though,” Sasha hastily intervened, glaring at Leo, “except for the Boss, Georgy, Leo and me, you are restricted to sucking cocks or licking cunts. As for Leo and me, we can fuck you as much as we like. We are responsible for your training. For the others... pfftt... just suck their cocks, but we want no complaints from them. You see the chair?” He pointed to the only item of furniture in the room besides the bed. “When anyone comes and sits on that chair, you get up and go to work. Don’t wait to be told. You know much about sucking cocks?”

Sara grinned. “I’ve had my moments, sir.”

“You’ll be taught pretty damned quick anyway,” Sasha said.

“You can only learn by doing it,” Leo said, “but we’ll make sure you get plenty of practice.
For the next week, besides anything Mr Borzov or Georgy requires, you must give at least five blow jobs a day. I suggest you use that time to get to know everything you can about a man’s genitals.”

“Do your job well, cunt. We will punish you for disobedience or disrespect,” Sasha said.

“Oh yes, sir, of course.”

“She must learn what to do with a man’s balls as well as his cock,” Sasha said.

Sara wasn’t certain if he was still talking to her, so she remained silent. Leo looked across at his colleague and smiled slightly. Leo seemed the more friendly and educated of the two, but he shocked Sara when he calmly said, “Sure, she can start learning now. You first, Sasha?”

“Okay,” Sasha said with small shrug, removing his jacket and immediately beginning to unbutton his jeans.

Leo said to Sara. “Do it now.”

Sasha had shrugged his jeans down round his ankles. He then shuffled to sit on the chair beside the door, his bare knees splayed, shirt gathered up to clear the way to his semi-erect cock. Sara pulled a face but climbed from the bed and knelt at his feet. The chain reached that far.

“Remove his shoes and pants,” Leo instructed. “You have to get between his legs.”

Sara obeyed, pulling off the shoes without undoing the laces, and laying them one beside the other. She then pulled off Sasha’s jeans and reached to lay them on the bed. One thing about that room, she thought, was that everything was in fairly easy reach. She shuffled forward to kneel between the spread legs, eying the large cock as it lay in half-repose.

“Okay,” said Leo, “there is a cock-sucking routine we make you follow. You must always start by licking a cock with slow strokes, every inch of the shaft until it is hard. Do it.” Sara swallowed hard but she leaned forward, reaching to encircle the base of the cock with her small hand. Then she began to lick the rubbery flesh with her tongue, working with slow, rasping strokes, tasting the faint saltiness of his silky skin, moving from base to tip. She marvelled to herself as the shaft became rigid beneath her tongue and in her hand. “Now, you take his balls in your mouth, one at a time. Let your tongue caress it, roll it round in your mouth.” Sara fancied that she heard Sasha moan as she worked on his balls, and he certainly squirmed a little on the chair.

Sara’s heart was thudding and she could feel a swirl of headily fragrant heat in her cunt. There was something about being made to suck cock under supervision that turned her on.
I’m going to enjoy this game LOL.

She continued licking Saasha’s balls until Leo ordered: “Now, take his cock into your mouth. Roll your tongue round the head. Then stroke your mouth up and down on the cock. Try to get it as deep as you can.” The fingers of both of Sasha’s hand were now entwined in Sara’s hair, and he manipulated her head back and forth, each time forcing the cock further towards the back of he throat. She tried, but each time the cock touched the sensitive entrance to her throat, she instinctively pulled back against the hands in her hair.

“Gah, the cunt is resisting,” Sasha said, yanking on her head again and making her gag.

“Try again, Sara,” Leo said. After a few more strokes, he ordered: “Okay, now do his balls again.”

Leo kept Sara working like this for the next 20 minutes, alternating between sucking the shaft and sucking the balls. All the time he kept instructing her, telling her how to use her tongue more, when to suck, when to hum to herself to vibrate her lips around the cock. Finally, he said, “Okay, bring him off, Sara. Suck like fuck.” Sara went to work with gusto, bobbing her head back and forth, trying to take the cock more deeply with every stroke, until she was able to nestle her nose briefly in the nest of hair at his lower stomach. Then she heard Sasha grunt, and she felt the cock spasm in her mouth. Cum shot into her throat in throbbing spurts, and she spluttered as she tried to swallow it. She pulled her head back and gasped for air.

“Good,” Leo said, as trails of viscous cum escaped from Sara’s mouth and ran down her chin. Then, to Sasha, he asked: “How was she?

“I’ve had better cocksuckers , you for one.”

Leo laughed and began to remove his clothes. Unlike Sasha, he removed everything, even his socks, before he sat on the vacated chair. Without awaiting instruction, Sara immediately went to work on Leo’s already tumescent cock. It was longer, but narrower than Sasha’s, Sara thought. Leo seemed pleased with her, because he stroked her hair as she licked up and down on his turgid shaft, and when she took his balls into her mouth, one by one, she heard him sigh contentedly. Vaguely, behind her, she could hear Sasha getting dressed again.

“Okay,” Leo said, “get as much of my cock in your mouth as you can. I want you to get the head to the very back of your mouth at least a dozen times. Understand?”

Sara did her best. Her jaw was beginning to ache with such unaccustomed exercise. She concentrated on just the first 4 or 5 inches of the shaft, and occasionally taking a deeper stroke, bracing her against the moment when it struck the opening of her throat. She mentally counted half a dozen of such strokes and hoped that would satisfy him, but he ordered her to greater efforts. He kept her working for the next 15 minutes, eventually rewarding her with a thick wad of cum. “That was quite good,” Leo said, encouragingly as he withdrew his cock. “You will get better.”

“Thank you, sir,” Sara said.

“Ach, you just get off on dealing with new sluts, Leo,” Sasha said. “You like to overcome their initial reluctance by using your masculine charm. It’s like foreplay to you.”

Leo chuckled and stroked Sara’s hair. “It’s true. I prefer a new slave before she becomes a cynical and experienced slut like all the rest.”

Slave? The very word jolted Sara. She hadn’t previously heard it used there. However, even as she considered this, she knew that the word was apt. She had become Boss Borzov’s slave!

“Well, Americanski Sara,” Sasha was saying to her, leaning forward to bite the flesh of her right breast, “don’t be fooled by Leo. His cane hurts just as much as everyone else’s, despite his apparent charm.”

She squealed in pain, and when he glanced down there was a red imprint of his teeth on her breast.

“Cane?” she asked weakly, wiping her lips with the back of one hand and rubbing her breast with the other.

“Sasha likes to bite. But as he said, we will punish you for disobedience or disrespect, and with me that usually means the cane.”

“O M G,” Sara breathed, and she thought she was going to orgasm there and then.

In his office, unbeknown to Sara or the two aides, Viktor Borzov sipped a glass of fine red wine as he watched his beautiful new bitch sucking Sasha’s cock. He’d appointed the two young men as Sara’s slave trainers, and knew they wouldn’t take too long before they tried her out. He saw the wolf-like way that Leo and Sasha looked at each other. They were an odd pair, certainly more in love with each other than with the girls they broke in, but no less lacking in heterosexual ardour for that. Still, they always turned a bitch out, and this one was particularly promising.

He noted the way that the girl knelt compliantly without trying to wipe cum away from her chin and breasts. A half smile always seemed to play on the corner of her mouth. She seemed cocky, a bit arrogant, thinking she was secretly in control. The Boss had seen the type before. He would enjoy teaching the real game to Sara Smithson. An American girl with a Russian mother, and an inquisitive submissive too... Quite a find! She would make an excellent pupil. He must remember to send a gift and his best regards to Professor Zeldov.