Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (18 page)

Natalie grew bolder. With each stroke her hand ventured a
little higher up the sturdy shaft until her fingers were sliding
over the head. She instinctively tightened her fingers as they
passed over the top of the chief’s glans, the cock jerking in
response to her grip. The chief’s cock was leaking continually – a
steady stream of pre-cum oozing out the eye, drawn out by Natalie’s
fingers. She smeared the silvery juice all over the glistening
glans then added to the lubrication with a little of her own
saliva. Natalie kneaded the big glans with one hand, and with the
other she stroked the chief’s rock hard shaft, failing to contain
its incredible girth. In a trance of growing lust she drove on,
stroking the shaft faster, and kneading the head with more vigour.
She jerked on the meat, hypnotised by the action, her eyes glued to
the silent beast which she wrestled, whilst feeling the fire which
she stoked within it.

A hand brought her to a halt. The chief placed it on Natalie’s
and ceased the action. That would not be the way she first
experienced her master’s coming. Whilst he calmed himself down in
preparation for the ultimate consummation, the chief ordered
Natalie to play with the rest of his body. Feeling more and more
excited, Natalie happily obeyed, and explored the chief’s
incredible manliness, running her hands through the thick mat of
chest hair and cupping his huge churning balls. Boldly Natalie
leaned over and lapped adoringly at the chief’s flesh – his chest
with all its hair, his huge erect nipples, the stubble on his chin
and then the mass of his cock which she licked and smothered her
face in.

Yuri lay back and accepted the adoration whilst he played with
the pussy of his virginal slave. As Natalie lapped at his body,
Yuri stroked the girl’s labia and ever so slowly teased inside her.
A finger part-way up her vagina and was accepted with ease, Yuri’s
tongue having paved the way and loosened the girl both physically
and mentally. Then a second was in her and stretching, frigging the
girl gently and coaxing her along.

Natalie responded with moans as she lost herself in the
moment, the fingers felt so good inside her pussy, and the chief’s
manly body was driving her wild.

Then the fingers became more insistent and the chief took
Natalie’s right hand and pressed it on his cock.

It was time!

The chief did not need to command – Natalie knew what her
master wanted.

Straightening herself up, Natalie held the chief’s huge penis
in her right hand and supported herself with her left hand resting
on the chief’s furry chest, luxuriating in the rich mat of hair
that was there. With the chief’s hands now on her butt cheeks,
coaxing her along, Natalie raised herself up and positioned herself
so that the glans of the chief’s cock pressed against his pussy
lips. Natalie looked down at him. Yuri’s face was a mask – no
charming young man smiling in encouragement, but a manipulative
stud who had brought Natalie to this point and now waited on her
final surrender.

Suddenly Natalie was gripped by fear. Clarity came to break
through the hypnotic haze of lust that had somehow been conjured
up. She was a virgin, a slight young woman, and the chief was a man
of enormous size. Natalie thought to move, but the chief’s hand was
suddenly there on top of her shoulder holding her in place. Yuri
stared up at her, his expression was clear. Not a command, but a
request, for this had to be given.

Slowly Natalie pulled herself together. She wanted to be
fucked – the chief had aroused her so much – but the man was so
bloody big! The path was set, however, and Natalie willingly
stepped forward and lowered herself onto the chief’s cock. She felt
the stretch, she clenched her teeth – she experienced the stab when
the big glans popped through – a sudden blast of pain that exploded
in her brain and released a maidenly flow. Then she experienced
such bliss that she’d never thought possible. The pain was still
there but fading away to be replaced by such utter joy as she
absorbed the warmth and virility of the incredible thing inside
her.

“See, my girl. I told you it would fit. Now take your time and
take the rest. Sink all the way down and stuff yourself with your
master’s manhood. I want you to ride my cock. I want you to know
its joys. You can fuck yourself however you like. Give me your
flesh and make me come inside you. Come as well if you like. Then
it’s over to me girl! For this is just the first of many rides you
will be having tonight!”

Chapter
10

It was early afternoon when Natalie awoke the following day.
At first she thought she was back in her prison cell. She was lying
on a cot of the same design to the one she had slept on the night
before. Had it all been a dream? Had she fallen asleep and not been
taken to the chief? Had she failed in her objective of saving
Vicky?

Then she felt the agony of her body, the residue of pain on
her well flogged ass, the stinging of her nipples and the throbbing
inside her pussy.

No! It hadn’t been a dream – she had been bound and beaten,
her beasts had been nicked and she had impaled herself on a massive
dick and rode it like a slut. She had fucked herself on the chief
of police’s cock, willingly taking it, deflowering herself in the
process. She had called herself a whore, called the chief ‘sir’,
and called him ‘master’ as well. There had been a document she
signed - a confession to a crime that was irrelevant now. Then
having tidied that last little detail up, the chief used her
throughout the night to satisfy his seemingly insatiable lust.
Natalie willingly did unspeakable things for his pleasure, and
shamefully came time after time – the girl revelling in the
abuse.

As dawn was breaking, he spurted inside her pussy for the
forth time. She had been secured in the stocks and he had fucked
her from behind, playing with her asshole whilst pumping into her
cunt. She recalled his sadistic laughter as he fingered her little
pucker, declaring that he would be fucking that as well, but would
save the treat for another time.

After that final hard shafting, Chief Karinov had then
departed, leaving Natalie in a state of exhaustion, freed from the
stocks and curled up on the torture chamber floor – too weak from
all the sex to even crawl to the cot. Guilt descended in her
loneliness. Then in what seemed like a dream her hero came to her -
the handsome young lieutenant that she had taken such a shine to.
He picked her up like a broken doll and carried her to the
cot.

“I’m sorry,” Natalie had whimpered, ashamed of her behaviour.
“I had to do it,” she bleated, knowing it was a lie – knowing at
the end she had freely given, but she felt the nice lieutenant
deserved the fabrication.

“Of course you did,” Dimitri had replied.

Natalie was comforted by his understanding. It was a dream
come true to be forgiven for her whorish behaviour. Then the dream
turned sour – or did it just get better - as the handsome
lieutenant roughly climbed on top. His cock came out of his uniform
trousers and he plunged it into Natalie’s well fucked
cunt.

“And I have to do this, you little slut.”

He fucked her relentlessly, pawing at her body and calling her
a whore and a Karinov slave. He fucked her till he came then he
fucked her again, taking his time over the second bout of rutting
and giving the exhausted Natalie yet another orgasm. Then with the
young Scotswoman drenched in more Karinov spunk, Dimitri bound her
up in rope, carried out of the castle and threw her in the back of
a van.

And now here she was - lying God knows where in a room full of
shadows and unfamiliar voices, a figure looming over her body.
Natalie instinctively curled up defensively, timorously shying
away.

“There, there, sweetie. Try to calm down. It’s okay, it’s
okay.”

A soft hand stroked her hair as the gentle voice tried to
sooth her battered spirit. It took some time, but slowly calmness
returned then Natalie looked at the figure who had sat down beside
her on the edge of the cot.

It was a woman - a beautiful woman with long flowing auburn
hair and emerald green eyes. She was naked, her body full and
voluptuous. But unlike Natalie who was totally bare, she was
adorned with jewellery – through each of her large nipples on her
spectacular breasts was a chunky golden ring.

“Where am I?” Natalie asked.

“Karinov’s Keep,” the woman replied in what was clearly an
Australian accent. “Which is somewhere in Mordavia, but I’m
buggered if I know exactly where. Anastasia over there will have a
better idea, but she’s not allowed to talk today.”

Natalie looked over to the far corner of the room where
another stunning naked woman sat staring in their direction. She
was chained to the wall, each of her golden nipple rings tethered
to a hook either side of her. Her skin was so fair, Natalie had
never seen anyone so devoid of colour.

Natalie tried to sit up, but she was too weak to rise. Her
hand moved down to her pussy and he tried to rub away the lingering
ache and the memory of pleasure that she felt was so
wrong.

“Big bastard, isn’t he?” said the Australian woman. “Biggest
darn cock I’ve ever had - and I’ve had plenty over the past few
months. Take it easy, sweetie... was he your first?”

“Yes,” admitted Natalie, and then she let out a sob. “I let
him do it – I wanted him to do it - at least I think I did. I
wanted to save my sister... but I wanted...”

“Yeah, I know. He’s one manipulative dog, is our master, Yuri
– but boy, can that dog fuck! He tricked me as well, but... Oh I
know it sounds crazy, but life ain’t so bad here as long as you
behave. We’re not always kept in the cellars - it’s pretty rare in
fact, and... Well, you’ll see for yourself in time. Anyway, I heard
the story. Vicky told me all about it. Shit! I still can’t believe
Yuri gets away with it - but he does. He’s getting away with it
right now.”

“Vicky! You’ve seen Vicky! Is she okay? Where is
she?”

“Last I knew, she had gone to make a telephone call,
sweetie... to your parents.”

“Oh God, is she’s getting us out of here?” asked Natalie, not
totally sure if this was good news or not.

The woman shook her head. “Don’t get your hopes up, sweetie.
You’re stuck here, I’m afraid. The British cavalry ain’t coming to
your rescue, and I sure as hell don’t want them to rescue me!
Vicky’s doing what she needs to do, just as you did what you
thought you needed to. She’s telling dear old dad that you’ve
decided to spend another couple of weeks away on holiday, and that
you’re going to go off to Russia. I believe that tomorrow a couple
of look-alikes will cross over the border and your passports will
get stamped. I assume they’ll turn up in Siberia or somewhere
equally remote. It will be left for Yuri’s old Soviet masters to
explain what might have happened to you. I think he gets quite a
kick out of making the Ruskies suffer – hence Anastasia over there
gets special treatment.”

Natalie looked again at the tethered woman and shook her head
in confusion. She couldn’t fathom her emotions, but logic told her
that life would be unbearable here, yet this Australian didn’t seem
to mind too much. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Name’s Sally. Sally Hudson.”

“So tell me, Sally... What’s going to happen to me – and to
Vicky?”

Sally got back up and started to pace up around as she gave
Natalie the lowdown. “Well, you’ll be staying here as long as Yuri
wants you. You’re very young, so that could be a while – he likes
them fresh! But you’ll probably be set free at some point – that’s
certainly the deal with me - although sadly not for Anastasia. She
made a big, big, mistake many years ago, and Yuri’s revenge is
severe... Anyway, whatever the deal, you’ll join the harem and do
as Yuri tells you, or you’ll suffer the consequences. You’ll suffer
regardless, he likes to dish out the torture for kicks, but I’ve
learned the hard way that it’s best not to fight him. You’ll get
fucked by him lots – and once you get used to his size, that’s
quite a plus. Of course Dimitri will be screwing you as well, which
is another big attraction in my opinion. And then there are the
guests who come to visit as Yuri likes us to put on the occasional
party. Life with the Karinovs is a riot of sex. When he’s not
around, things are more relaxed, although we still have some fun
playing with each other and servicing the guards. There’s a Swedish
woman called Greta who runs the place in Yuri’s absence. She’s
another of the chief’s slaves who’s served her sentence but has
elected to stay...”

“Stay!”

“Yeah – stay. I told you it’s not so bad. I might do the same
when my sentence is up. Life at Karinov’s Keep can be quite
addictive.”

Natalie shook her head in disbelief. She could barely
comprehend what was being said. Surely no one could willingly be
someone’s slave. She was trying to absorb it all when the door
opened and a familiar shape stood silhouetted in the
frame.

“I trust you are not spreading any of your nasty Australian
venom to our new guest, Sally.”

“No, sir. I was just checking she was alright.”

“Come here, slut!” yelled Dimitri Karinov.

Sally got up immediately and walked over to where Dimitri
stood, her head bowed subserviently.