Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (17 page)

Yuri pressed on. “A Scottish virgin whore to be sacrificed on
her country’s cross. Am I to be satisfied with such tawdry
goods?”

He didn’t wait on an answer. Natalie’s head was given another
shake, and then gave her cut breasts a slap with his other hand,
making Natalie cry out in surprise.

“Virgin whore!” screamed Yuri, terrifying Natalie with his
tone and words.

Yuri reached between Natalie’s legs and his fingers found her
clit again. He began working it back and forth, making the fleshy
bud stiffen and swell. Her hips jerked and a moan escaped through
her clenched teeth as the throbbing between her legs rose to an
almost unbearable pitch and the waves pulsed again, flooding her
body with bliss.

“What are you? Let me hear you say it?” Yuri yelled into her
face, spraying her with his spit.”

“I’m your whore!” she yelled back, surprised at her own words.
“I’m your virgin whore.”

“And what do you want?” Yuri persisted, knowing he was almost
there. “Tell me now! What do you want of me, virgin
whore?”

“Please, please fuck me!” she cried in all sincerity. “Fuck
me, sir, and take what is yours.”

Victory! But only in this battle – another skirmish would be
needed before the war was won.

“Ha!” mocked Yuri. “You are so keen to give me your
sacrificial virginity! But no, Miss Fullerton, there is more you
must pay with before that is accepted. I want your total acceptance
that you now belong to me before we consummate our
union.”

Yuri gave her clit a final hard pinch, and then released her
to hang draped like a doll on the cross, allowing her to ponder his
words in a state of high arousal.

Natalie pondered. By God she did. She pondered the man and
what he had done. She pondered the yearning he had easily created
and the plea he had extracted which she had asked with all
sincerity. It was a dizzying mix – so new and exciting –
frightening as well, but that just heightened the thrill. But what
was this:
‘You belong to me!’
She pondered that more than anything else, and
was surprised that the notion wasn’t all that horrific.

In the meantime Yuri wandered off into the shadows again and
came back with the whip he had used the day before when he had
flogged Natalie’s sister into surrender. In a state of perplexity,
Natalie looked up. She gasped and tensed with fear as she saw the
instrument of torture with its handle of carved wood and its dark
leather falls. The vision was made all the more terrifying as the
chief idly stroked the leather tendrils with his hand. Yuri stopped
a few inches away from her and ran the stiff falls over her
breasts. Natalie flinched at the coarse feel of the knots at the
ends as they scraped over her erect damaged nipples. She began to
breathe in quick little pants, dread of the whip flooding her body
– the enormity of the price screaming in her head. Fully aware of
her state, Yuri raised the flogger, and for a moment, Natalie
thought that he would strike her with it. She cringed before him,
clamping her eyes closed and turning her face away, bracing herself
for the blow that didn’t come. Instead Yuri leaned close to her and
his hand crept down to her sex, idly stroking the soft hair that
was there.

“This is for later, Miss Fullerton – this offering you will
give. And you will give it freely, as you will give all things
now... I am your master, and you are my slave... The price of my
tolerance is total obedience. Now I want you to turn around and
make a display of acceptance. I assume you are happy to do what it
takes to save your sister?”

“Yes, sir,” whimpered Natalie, accepting it all.

Delighted, Yuri reached up and undid the cuffs holding her
arms and did the same for the ones on her ankles. Natalie hadn’t
realized how stiff her muscles were getting, but now as she lowered
her arms to her sides and brought her legs together, she winced at
the tingling that ripped through them. She tried to ease her aches
by massaging the skin, but had little time before Yuri spun her
around so that she was facing the wall, and buckled her onto the
cross once more with her arms and legs wide spread.

“Now where shall we start? Your back, perhaps,” teased Yuri as
he scraped his nails across her shoulder blades then down the
length of her spine. “Or maybe your lovely little ass,” Yuri added,
running a hand over her unblemished cheeks. Then he brought the
flogger down with a piercing crack.

Natalie shrieked. Pain rocketed through her, flowing from her
ass in molten waves. She hadn’t thought that anything could hurt
this much - her mind exploded with the pain. It was like she was
being cut by a multitude of sharp knives instead of only the one.
Then with the pain still resounding around her brain and searing
her buttocks, she felt Yuri’s hand caressing her stinging flesh,
and the agony began to subside under his tender touch.

“Your ass looks even more lovely now, Miss Fullerton,” said
Yuri, his hand still stroking her. Enjoying the heat he had placed
there.

Natalie felt belittled by his tone, but took strength from his
obvious enjoyment of her torture, which was part of the price she
had to pay. She accepted her fate and braced herself determinedly
for the next blow. Yuri raised the flogger again, and brought it
down a second time, then a third, and then a fourth. With every
stroke, Natalie released a piercing scream. The pain was so intense
that lights flashed before her eyes with each stroke of the
flogger. Then Yuri paused, giving her such welcome relief, and once
more he ran his hands over her buttocks, soothing the stinging pain
with his gentle touch.

“You’re doing well, Miss Fullerton, a little noisy, perhaps,
but that can add to the pleasure. Now is there anything you would
like to ask me?”

Natalie tried to control her breathing as she battled with
the intensity of pain, and the unsolicited pleasure she was taking
from Yuri’s sensuous stroking of her damaged skin. It was
excruciating - and agonisingly delicious at the same time - her ass
was on fire yet his hand felt so good as he soothed the wounds he
had placed there. The idea of inviting more pain
would have seemed ridiculous until today, but
Natalie found herself actually wanting it – for following the pain
came the most wonderful thrill as the chief rewarded her
compliance.

“Please sir, whip me harder,” said Natalie, stunned that she
was not only saying, but meaning the request. “Show me the pleasure
that can come with the pain, then please... please... please...
show me your cock and put it inside me. Give me the ultimate
pleasure from pain.”

Yuri purred with satisfaction. The girl was a marvel and
would get all that she asked for. Flesh was one thing – easy to
take – but sincerity was a gift to be treasured.
The flogger came down again, Yuri yielding it
with incredible force. Natalie jerked convulsively and screamed an
agonised yell that echoed round the chamber. The pain ripped
through her body and the whip snarled at her skin, striping her red
with the welts it produced.

She thought she might feint the pain was so great. Every nerve
of her body seemed to be in an agony of fire. She braced herself
for another blow, her body tensing in dread. But the blow did not
come, instead she felt a gentler lash as Yuri flicked her with his
tongue, lapping at her tortured offering of flesh, making her body
quiver and convulse.

As he licked her wounds, Yuri reached between her legs and
once again he toyed with her virginal pussy, respecting her state
and not breaching within. He centred on her clit and teased it
again as he licked and licked her offering of flesh. It took only a
few moments of this sensuous bliss and Natalie’s body was ablaze
once more, this time engulfed by an explosion of utter ecstasy as
her orgasm tore her apart.

Natalie had never known such a moment, her girlish self
pleasuring had created a few sparks, but this was a bolt of
lightning. She jerked around as she yelled out in shock, then
delight, then shock again as Yuri squeezed her clit and bit into
her ass to send another crackling bolt ripping through her body.
She thought she might die from the intensity of the sensation, die
from the pleasure he was forcing on her.

It seemed to take an age for the orgasm to dissipate, and when
it was over, Natalie slumped in her bonds, what little strength she
had left deserting her. She closed her eyes and tried to take deep,
steady breaths, but now that it was over, something inside of her
seemed to break. A moment later, Natalie was sobbing, crying harder
than she had since she was a little girl.

Yuri rose to his feet and placed his hand on her shoulder. She
sobbed all the more at his touch.

“Why are you crying, Miss Fullerton?” he asked in a low
voice.
“Did you not enjoy what I did to
you – you seemed to take much pleasure at the time.”

Natalie struggled to gain a little control. Her sobs became a
whimper then at last some words were said.

“Because... I hate you... or I think I do, and yet you made me
come and I enjoyed it so much. I wanted your touch! I wanted your
pain. I still want you to take me, even though I despise what you
are. How can that be?”

“How can a virgin be a whore?” Yuri answered. “Life is a
conundrum - sometimes it is best to accept what fate throws our
way. I am your fate, Miss Fullerton. I am your master, and you are
my virgin whore who must now give me my due.
You have opened up to me, but now you must open much, much,
more and give me what I want - the final offering of flesh – your
virginal
cunt. Will it be given
freely?”

“Of course, sir.”

“
Then come, my virgin whore and be a virgin no
more.”

It was nothing like Natalie had ever dreamed. She
was a romantic at heart and
had always imagined it would be on a bed of soft furs in
front of a roaring fire. Or in a flowery meadow kissed by the
summer sun, butterflies thick in the scented air. And the man would
be a dashing youth, someone like the lieutenant – experienced but
not overly worldly, who would enter her gently as she lay on her
back offering her gift of love.

Mills & Boon twaddle – she had awoken to a whole new
perspective on life. And that perspective involved an authentic
torture chamber where her body ached, lash marks adorning her
teenage ass and her muscles tensing from their time in bondage. The
air was scented with torch smoke and suffering; and the man was a
middle-aged manipulative bastard whose experiences and worldliness
defied belief. As did the size of his cock which Natalie now
stroked with her soft girlish hands, scared but thrilled by the
size of the thing.

Yuri had released her from the cross and she had fallen into
his arms - her muscles unable to support her own slight weight. He
had lifted her up and carried her like a babe in his arms, taking
her to a cot where he had laid her down. Natalie had watched as if
in a trance, as her master, the chief of police stripped out of his
uniform and stood naked before her.

Natalie had looked at the chief’s naked body in wonder and
awe - for despite all the pain and the fear he instilled, the
chief
made for a stunning spectacle when
out of his clothes. His face was so manly with his jet black hair
and his coal black eyes and the black stubble on his firm strong
jaw. His broad bulky frame was covered by a sleek mat of black hair
that ran from his neck all the way down to the bottom of his rib
cage then tapered off to a thick band running down to his navel and
beyond to his thatch of curly black pubes. His nipples were big and
erect, sitting proud on his fabulously meaty pecs - his waist was
trim and the stomach was flat. He supported this mass on two tree
trunk legs covered in delicate black hair.

And then there was his cock!

It was everything Vicky had described and more – a huge
phallus of pulsating meat with an enormous oozing plum at the end.
It looked hungry and virile and impossibly large, yet Natalie knew
that it was destined to go inside her. She wanted it inside her.
She needed consummation with this man who had claimed
her.

After allowing Natalie to take in the sight of his nudity, the
chief surprised Natalie by lifting her up again, supporting her on
her feet for a moment as he positioned himself on the cot. Then
Yuri lifted Natalie’s left leg and brought it over his body so
Natalie was left straddling his massive thighs.

“Flesh, Miss Fullerton. Feel! Feel my flesh. Feel how hard and
engorged is my manhood. Feel what you must take inside you. And do
not fear – it will fit without harm. You are mine now and too
precious a pet for me to damage. Show me your acceptance. Make the
final offering of flesh. Accept me as your master – make the
offering – make it to me – because you want to - not for a sister –
not for any other reason – but because it is mine.”

Natalie wondered if drugs had yet again come into play - her
mind was no longer the one she once knew. His voice owned her - she
was a puppet on its strings, manoeuvred by his every word. She
reached out and took the massive phallus without a second’s thought
and stroked it up and down,
both thrilled
and terrified at the same time
.
It was the first cock she had ever touched and
Natalie
could scarcely believe what she
felt. The flesh was so hard, and it seemed so warm and vibrantly
alive – a beast of a thing that felt so incredibly exciting and
dangerous beyond belief. Enthralled by what she touched, Natalie
began to masturbate the chief’s massive penis, rubbing her fingers
up and down the length. At first she was clumsy, never having done
this before for a man, but her hands soon turned more deftly, their
girlish softness a real thrill to the chief as Natalie stroked up
and down his cock.