Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (12 page)

“No! I would rather die,” growled Vicky, finding another level
of courage.

“That may well be the case if you go to trial... or for that
matter if you go to prison.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“
Such a silly young woman... Tie her up again!

Five minutes later, Vicky was back suspended from the bar, her
arms agonisingly stretched above her, and her legs spread apart and
shackled at the ankles.

Yuri Karinov had watched from a few yards away as she was
bound again, his whip still adorning his shoulder. “Chew on her
tits!” he commanded the two policemen once Vicky was in place; then
Yuri drifted away into the shadows.

The policemen pounced on her like a pair of hungry lions and
devoured a nipple each, sucking and chewing the already tortured
organs to agonising effect. For a moment Vicky forgot about the
chief as she struggled to cope with the savagery of these men, then
suddenly the chief was again foremost in her mind.

The first blow of the whip came as a surprise, even though
Vicky had been forewarned by the sighting of it draped over the
chief’s shoulder. The lash felt like a sharp slap across the top of
her back and her skin tingled violently under the impact. She
jerked her head back and pushed out her chest as if encouraging the
two policemen to chew her tits all the harder. Then the lash struck
again across her shoulder blades, this time a little harsher, but
not agonisingly so – the chief was toying with her, warming them
both up before the real flaying would begin.

“Go softly, you blaggards - for a few moments at least. Tease
her tits with your tongues as I tease her back with my
whip.”

For a moment Vicky’s torment was again turned into erotic
pleasure as the policemen soothed her ravaged nipples with the
gentlest of licks. Then the whip struck her lower back, the chief
yielded it with such perfect force, the perfect balance of pleasure
and pain - and despite herself and her exhausted state, Vicky let
out a moan that was weighted more in pleasure’s favour. Her body
could not help but respond to the cunning manipulation of the
chief.

Two more lashes struck her, firm but not overly severe as the
policemen suckled tenderly on her aching tits and stroked her
tender cunt lips. But this pleasure was not to last. The chief did
not toy too long before he started to strike out with more vicious
blows - the whip swooshing through the air to land on every part of
Vicky’s back.

The blows rained down on her time and time again until Vicky
was hanging limply from the bar, her head exploding with the pain
she had to endure at the hands of the sadistic chief and his
skilfully administered whip. All the while the policemen returned
to chewing aggressively at her nipples. Then at last the torment
halted.

“Enough!” shouted Yuri. “Dimitri, get between her legs and
attend to her cunt!”

It seemed like her torment might be over as the chief laid the
whip over Vicky’s shoulder and caressed her full round Scottish ass
cheeks with a strong Mordavian hand. Then the chief withdrew for a
moment. Vicky could hear fumbling to the side but she paid little
attention as the sexy bare-chested lieutenant knelt before her and
lapped at her tortured pussy, sucking and licking her deliriously
well.

Vicky’s mind was in a blur from the concoction of stimulation
that her body had been put through and the mental torture she had
known. So it was through a haze she experienced this next phase of
her torment – a torment to her pride and dignity, for it was such
bliss to her agonised sex. Dimitri started with a teasing journey,
his tongue meandering between the inner lips from the bottom of her
cunt where it met her legs, all the way to her hooded clit, pausing
to circle around the highly sensitive little bud, forcing it to
harden against Vicky’s will, before reversing his course to travel
back to his starting point. He repeated the process several times,
infuriating Vicky intensely with his teasing skill that was causing
her to moan again. Then Dimitri forced his way deep inside her
vagina to lap up her juices which were annoyingly flowing. Despite
her bleary indignation at this ongoing violation, Vicky could not
help but feel dreamily aroused.

Sure of his technique and the pleasure he was giving, Dimitri
began to fuck her with his tongue, sliding the curled flesh in and
out of her cunt at a measured, deliberate pace then speeding up to
a fast frantic ravishing of her sex.

In her almost trace like state, nothing was clear - it was
agony and it was ecstasy, he was a bastard and he was a god. He was
an abuser and Vicky hated him, but he was a master cunnilinguist
and he was going to make Vicky come as he had done the day before.
The intensity of the pleasure compared to what had happened when
Vicky’s sex was clamped and electrocuted, was mind-blowing for the
girl. For a few moments all her troubles were forgotten as she
surrendered herself to the best cunt lick of her life; then in a
blinding flash her troubles were back as pain seared across her
buttocks.

WHACK!

Vicky screamed out in utter agony and her foggy mind was
dragged from its morphic abyss. The blow to her ass was more severe
than any she had experienced on her back. Dazed and confused, yet
again on the edge of a massive orgasm, Vicky turned her head and
looked to the side where the chief now stood with an instrument in
each hand. In his right he held the belt which he had removed from
his trousers – it was long and thick, and as Vicky had just found
out, agonising when delivered – its strokes would bring tears to
the eyes. And in his left hand the chief held something else he had
removed from his trousers – and it also was long and thick, his
monster of a prick, which surely would also be an agony if
delivered to her ass.

Vicky let out a cry of utter despair. That massive cock would
be going up her ass, and brutally so if she fought the invasion.
Then Vicky let out another cry of utmost pleasure and unimaginable
self loathing as Dimitri resumed his tongue fucking of her cunt.
What bastards the pair of them were to torment her body with such
extremes! For a second she was tempted to surrender and let the
chief bugger her, to end her futile resistance and become subject
to his will – have him fuck her up the ass whilst her cunt got
gloriously tongued.

But the chief of police was her nemesis – an abuser of power -
and she was a decent girl who was innocent of any crime – she could
not allow herself to be willingly buggered by such a despicable man
whose cock could surely bring only pain in its wake - unlike the
delicious tongue of his nephew that was setting her pussy on
fire.

A thought occurred – a little demon in her head softly
whispering.
‘Perhaps that tongue would
temper the pain of the cock? And you know deep down that you want
it in you. There’s no way on God’s earth he’s not going to fuck
you, so why not just surrender!’

No! No! No!

It wasn’t just buggery – it was slavery she was facing. She
would resist the Mordavian tyrant and that sexy lieutenant with his
wonderful tongue.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

That brought her back down to earth as the belt struck
repeatedly at her twitching buttocks.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The battering continued until Vicky’s ass cheeks were
thoroughly flogged. Blow after blow rained down on them from the
chief. She was flogged and she was tongue fucked as she gazed upon
the chief and his whopper of a Mordavian cock - gazed at the
ultimate torment that would never be denied.

“Enough!” yelled Yuri Karinov. “Now, Dimitri, it is your turn
to flog her. Beat her on the thighs whilst I amuse myself behind
her.”

Vicky shivered with dread, and her pussy mourned the loss of
that fabulous tongue. God, she was desperate to come, despite all
the agony she had endured! These bastards had taken her to the very
pits of hell, but they had also shown her a masochistic heaven as
well – one that she never realised existed. Would surrender to anal
violation be another level of hell, or would heaven accompany the
pain? Would it be so awful to accept her fate and willingly become
a Karinov sex slave?

But, no - she would not go there! She would fight and struggle
defiantly, to ward off the anal invasion with every ounce of
strength she had left. She would fight her own body if it wanted to
capitulate and get gloriously fucked by these two horny bastards.
She would fight the temptation that was growing ever stronger, to
embrace enslavement and get screwed by the Karinovs on a regular
basis!

Yuri smirked behind her, knowing fine well the mental battle
she was fighting, and knowing fine well what the outcome would be.
He handed his belt to his nephew who immediately took up his task
and landed a stroke on Vicky’s bare left leg. She jerked, her body
recoiling from this new torment only to find that she was backing
into a phallus that was pointed at her asshole.

The chief raised his hand to halt the belting then whispered
in Vicky’s ear.

“You want it, don’t you, my British whore? You want this
Mordavian cock up you ass? You’re desperate for me to bugger you –
admit to me that you are.”

Vicky valiantly remained silent.

The chief signalled for one more lash with the belt and it
cracked on Vicky’s other thigh. She instinctively recoiled again,
banging her ass into the chief’s cock - the big glans, which Yuri
had moistened with spit, parting Vicky’s buttocks and prodding at
her tightly clenched hole.

“There, I knew you wanted it. Let me hear you beg. Beg me to
fuck you, you Scottish hussy. Come on, show me how much you want my
cock inside you – back onto it and ride it like a slut. Become my
whore and save your life.”

Vicky fumed with rage. She fumed over the abuse and her
treatment of the previous day, over the physical and mental torture
she had known at the hands of this sadistic bastard and the
injustice of the situation. She fumed at the arrogance of the
chief, so sure of himself and his fabulous big cock. She fumed
because despite all that had happened to her, her will to fight
this man was failing. She fumed because she was a decent girl, and
decent girls could never agree to such a deal – no matter how
wonderful the sex might be if she were to become a Karinov
slave.

“Go to hell!” Vicky defiantly yelled.

The chief grinned his evil grin and waited patiently on
surrender. He was sure Vicky would become another of his foreign
whore slaves. A nod was given to his nephew – let the belting
recommence.

There followed a series of blows to Vicky’s legs, causing her
body to become wracked with pain again. She flinched repeatedly
backwards into the chief and the cock that prodded her asshole, the
thick head nudging at the tight little knotted ring of muscle,
asking repeatedly to be let in, but restraining from entering her
until Vicky was willing. 

The belt struck again and again, moving agonisingly upwards,
the lieutenant slicing it along the tender skin of Vicky’s inner
thigh, the thick thuds landing ever closer to her pussy. She could
feel the air rushing by from the belt. It felt as if she was
hit with a bolt of lightning, shooting pain around the spot that it
struck, the skin heated from the lash.  She couldn’t stop her
body from moving back and pressing herself against the chief’s cock
head. But she was determined not to submit to the chief’s will, so
she kept her asshole tightly clenched, refusing to relax and expand
the ring and allow the chief to slip her a length of that
delicious, but surely harmful, big Mordavian cock.

Time after time the cock prodded her ring, and time after
time Vicky pulled away, but the belt swung again and again,
catching one thigh then the other with its painful lash, her body
wracked by the intensity of the blows. She resisted opening up
to him, but Vicky couldn’t stop the contractions of her buttocks as
the belt scoured the tender flesh of her inner thighs. It was like
her ass was clenching on an apple and massaging it between her
cheeks.

“Yes, my British whore, that feels so good. And I know you
are enjoying it too. Your ass is on fire for me and now it is time
to open up and welcome me to your body. Let me hear you say the
words... ‘Please, sir! Please, my Mordavian master! Fuck your
little British slut, fuck my ass with your beautiful cock and claim
me as your property.’”

“No, I can’t. I won’t,” hissed Vicky, though her agonised
thigh flesh was begging her to concede and allow her asshole to be
ravaged - let it suffer for a change.

A signal from the chief and there was another blow, this time
the belt missed Vicky’s pussy by a few millimetres.

“The next one will be even higher unless you beg to be fucked
now. Your cunt will relive its earlier agony – it may end up a
mutilated mess. After that I’ll have little use for you, but I’ll
still fuck you both ends before I hand you over to the executioner.
There would be no joy in it for you... not like you know there
could be if you only surrender to me now.”

Vicky knew it was not an empty threat. Her pussy would be
thrashed under the impact of the belt, and she would then get
mercilessly fucked without a morsel of pleasure; then sentenced to
hang – what a waste of her life that would be. Her mind flashed
back to the earlier torture when her pussy was set on fire with the
horror of electricity. She could not endure more similar agony. And
the alternative was so enticing – to accept the chief: accept his
cock, even though it would hurt – for with that pain she knew there
could be so much pleasure; accept him as her master, become his
whore slave – for in that there also could be so much pleasure –
years of the most amazing fornication with two of the sexiest men
alive.