Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (2 page)

Then things got even better for the linen room voyeur! Having
at last discarded her top, the woman allowed her hand to casually
dangle in front of her crotch, giving the impression that she was
playing with her pussy. Sergio could scarcely believe it, the
audacity of the slut to do such an act. Did she actually know he
was spying on her? Surely not!

Then Sergio realised what was happening: the whore was putting
on a show for her younger sister who was watching on the bed in
hysterics of laughter. The older one was educating her younger
sibling in the art of cock-teasing. Sluts! How dare they refuse his
advances when they were clearly whores in need of a hard cock,
which Sergio most certainly had!

Still, it was proving highly entertaining – the best night of
voyeurism by far. Such a shame these illicit moments would come to
an end, perhaps sooner than those bitches knew!

Whatever, Sergio was in rapture. His eyes were now glued to
this fabulous hussy who was putting on a performance out of the top
drawer. He watched on as Vicky undid the zipper on the shorts she
was wearing, slowly pulling the zip all the way down. Then she
turned round so that her back was to her sister and she started to
peel off her shorts. She inched them down, front first, then side,
then back, resting them at her thighs so she could give her ass a
quick rub. Sergio was in shock as the woman felt up her own bottom,
and so excited that he almost blew out his load prematurely. His
mind raced as he struggled to contain himself whilst revelling in a
fantasy - how wonderful it would be if she were to bend over for
him and he could fuck her up the ass. No local woman would ever
allow for such a thing, but surely this whore would gladly spread
her cheeks and take a length of Mordavian cock up her bum and have
her Scottish guts drenched in his spunk.

Sergio lost himself in that heavenly dream as he watched Vicky
bend over and drop the shorts to her ankles, resting her hands on
her knees with her beautiful ass jutting out right in front of her
sister. She was wearing the skimpiest of undergarments - a thong
that barely covered her pussy, held in place by strands of
string-like material which wrapped round her waist and ran the
length of her ass crack leaving her buttocks totally
bare.

And what buttocks they were! Sergio was in rapture as he gazed
at the swell of her magnificent peachy ass cheeks. The enticing
stance accentuated their curves and caused his cock to flood with
blood and his piss slit to dribble with pre-cum.

To round off the whorish performance, Vicky gave her sister a
gentle sway of her ass then looked back at Natalie under her arm
with a smile on her beautiful face. Her long golden hair fell
luxuriously from her head and her golden tits hung perkily in her
bra. Then she stepped out of the shorts and straightened herself
with a stretch, showing off once again her incredible body as she
laughed along with her sister, proud of her wanton
display.

Slut!

Sluts!

Whores, the pair of them – how dare they turn him
down?

Still giggling at her shameless exhibition, Vicky sashayed off
to the bathroom and Sergio moved along the linen room to another
spy-hole where he gazed upon her again. Without an audience, she
unceremoniously removed her underwear, dropping the bra and thong
on the floor. Sergio looked at her naked body in all its
magnificence whilst he stroked his cock sensuously, forcing some
restraint, desperately straining not to come, wanting to see more
before he shot out his load. He would wait for the right moment,
wait till she was in the shower – he knew her routine – the best
was still to come.

Vicky entered the open plan shower area and turned on the
water. Sergio knew that it was tepid rather than hot – he had
ordered it be kept that way whilst these women were staying. He
didn’t want his view obscured by steam! Under a cascade of water,
Vicky reached for her shower gel and started to lather her body,
massaging her golden tanned flesh in a most provocative manner.
Sergio watched on, gripped by lust, scanning her body all over as
the woman sensuously rubbed herself. He delighted in her full
youthful breasts which were gratuitously massaged, her hands
leisurely caressing their impressive mass, lathering them with the
rich suds of soap. He rejoiced in the hard coral coloured nipples,
which she brazenly pinched and moaned in self-arousal – more
confirmation that she was a complete and utter slut. Whore that she
was, Sergio still revelled in her slender waist and beautiful flat
stomach, and her full womanly hips with that fabulous ass to the
rear. God, how Sergio loved the bitch’s golden coloured ass with
its small triangle of dazzling white flesh which was the only part
of her rear she immodestly kept covered on the beach, much to all
the local men’s delight.

But more than all this, Sergio was enthralled by her pussy
which the slut had shaved so that not a single hair covered her
sex. Never had he seen such a thing on a grown woman – Sergio had
gone into shock when he noticed it on the first night, nothing had
ever excited him so much. He wanted to lick it and he wanted to
fuck it – he wanted with a passion to come inside it then screw her
again in all manner of positions.

But it wasn’t simply the delicious sight of her pussy and the
fantasies it inspired that so enthralled Sergio Markov - it was
what the woman did.

Whore that she was - this western slut with the shaven pussy
brazenly pleasured herself whilst in the shower! Two nights in a
row she had played with her sex as water cascaded over her body.
And glory of glories, her hand was going there again – she was
going to masturbate in front of Sergio like a western porn star
putting on a show.

As Vicky had done on the previous two evenings in the shower,
she slid her hand between her legs and cleaned her cunt. But she
was doing more than cleaning it, Sergio knew that for sure. Soap
covered the bald mound and fingers ran up and down her slit,
opening and closing the labia lips as she lathered her sex. She
lingered, her head thrown backwards, one hand returning to a breast
to squeeze hard on her nipple whilst the other pleasured her cunt.
Fingers probed into the depths, and forefinger and thumb toyed with
her clit. She lingered over the action, her fingers going deeper
and deeper, opening her sex so her pinkness was clearly shown and
rubbing the petals of this fabulous flower as her excitement grew
and grew. Soon she became more frantic, fucking herself with four
of her fingers, her head thrashing around, her mouth panting out
her passion as she brought herself nearer and nearer to
climax.

Sergio was panting as well on the other side of the wall, his
eye glued to the small aperture that afforded him this incredible
luxury. He jerked at his cock, whilst he gazed at the hussy,
wishing he could be there to pleasure her himself. Then he saw her
body spasm. He watched as this vision of sensual loveliness brought
herself to orgasm under a cascade of tepid water. And with a groan,
Sergio was there as well - his thick milky cum spurting out of his
cock in a blissful eruption of release to splatter against the
linen room wall. He frantically pumped his rock hard meat,
squeezing out every drop of seed from his balls as he imagined he
was squirting into the Scottish whore who had dared to say ‘no’ to
him but a few hours ago, but who in Sergio’s head was now
screaming, ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’

The deed done on both sides of the wall, Vicky gave her pussy
a final rub, turned off the shower and towelled herself dry before
picking up her clothes and returning to the bedroom. Sergio watched
until she left, still stroking his cock which refused to go soft.
Glancing down, he noticed that the wall was covered with his
glistening spunk, the ropes slowly dripping to stain the floor
beneath. A maid’s job to clean, but he would do it himself. No one
must ever suspect.

Twenty minutes later, Sergio was ready to come again as he
watched the younger sister in the shower. She was less of a whore
in Sergio’s opinion - less of a woman for that matter – but she
still excited Sergio to an enormous degree. Natalie had the more
slender figure, girlish rather than womanly. She had petite firm
breasts with small areoles and nipples, tight firm buttocks and a
lovely little pink asshole she occasionally revealed as she washed
herself. She had a beautiful little pussy with a triangle of golden
hair – innocence was the impression she gave, despite being a slut.
She was a westerner – so as far are Sergio was concerned, she had
to be a slut!

Nineteen years old according to her passport. She looked
younger – much younger to Sergio. God, how exciting that would be
to ravish such tender teenage flesh! As he dreamed the dream of a
fuck at her pussy, and another at her lovely pink asshole, Sergio
spurted out another load of his cum as Natalie emerged from the
shower to wrap herself in a robe.

Sergio watched her with a heavy heart – she looked so lovely
and pure, and for a moment he wondered if he should pass the
chalice and refuse his payment of silver.

‘Why did they have to refuse me?’ he asked himself. ‘I would
not have touched them. I only wanted to dream - to have a day to
remember, to be the talk of the town – the lucky man who had
escorted these goddesses around. And then later, when they were
gone, I could have invented tales of mind boggling sexual acts that
would have made me the envy of all the men. Why did they have to
refuse me? Why? Why? Why?’

Then he hardened his heart. They were sluts from the west and
they would get what they deserved for hurting him so. And Sergio
would be rewarded handsomely for landing such a catch. Yuri Karinov
would be mightily pleased when he saw what Sergio was delivering
into his hands.

Chapter 2

Mordavia’s chief of police was a man feared throughout the
country – his very name was a source of terror across the land.
Educated by the communists, trained under their brutal regime, a
ruthless man and a born survivor - he had seen the winds of change
blowing long before his fellow officers in the State Police and had
covered his ass brilliantly when the communist government was
overthrown. A few years later, as crime gripped the new democracy,
Yuri Karinov, the survivor from the bad old days of policing by
fear, emerged as the man to sort out the mess.

New laws were insisted on and warily granted – the government
effectively putting its head in a noose. Hard won civil liberties
were thrown to the wind as the police were bestowed almost
draconian powers. It did the trick though – by God it did! Yuri
sorted out the crime epidemic quickly and ruthlessly. The bad old
days of state control were back in a new democratic disguise. But
at least the streets were once again free of crime and safe to walk
at night. Of course corruption became rife and those new powers
were abused – but no one in the government was too bothered about
that, especially as Yuri soon had most of their balls in a vice
with a huge variety of incriminating material, some of which was
actually real. The elected government, that was supposed to serve
the people, soon became a puppet with Yuri Karinov pulling the
strings. But on the upside - it was safe to open up the country to
tourism and make a bid to join the European Union. Corrupt or not,
Mordavia now faced west and Euros, pounds and dollars were pouring
in, whilst roubles were kept firmly at bay. Mordavia was taking its
rightful place in the world as a modern independent state – what
did it matter if there were some atrocious human rights violations
going on? The silly oafs in Brussels would never hear of them
anyway, as nobody in their right mind would dare to cross Yuri and
blow the whistle on his questionable methods of maintaining law and
order!

Of the eighty or so people dining at The Golden Sands the
following evening, sixty were Mordavian, and all sixty fell deathly
silent when Yuri Karinov was escorted into the room by the fawning
hotel manager. It was like a blast of cold air blowing into the
restaurant, chilling the atmosphere and making everyone shiver
despite the warmth of the evening.

Vicky and Natalie picked up on it immediately. They had no
idea who the man was that had caused this effect, but it was
obvious he was a celebrity of sorts. As westerners tend to do when
confronted with fame, the girls looked at the man openly whilst
sixty other guests lowered their heads and prayed they would
survive the night. Suitably impressed, both the Scotswomen silently
wondered who or what the man might be. His smart Italian suit made
him stand out from the masses, but offered no clues as to his
position in life. His impressive physique implied some sort of
athlete, but his face was that of a middle aged man – handsomely
rugged, firm and austere, an athlete of a past age perhaps but no
modern day sporting idol.

The two sisters could sense the anxiety he incited, and as the
man approached in the wake of Sergio, they could sense the power he
exuded. It was both fearful and strangely exciting to the young
women who did not know Yuri Karinov in person or by reputation.
Vicky in particular found him disturbingly enticing – she never had
a problem with maturity in men, preferring experienced lovers over
fumbling youths, and this particular specimen was very much to her
taste – her neglected body responding immediately to his
animalistic attraction. Big and brawny, a real beast of a man,
stylishly dressed but wonderfully rugged - he had all the allure to
Vicky Fullerton, of the alpha dog for a bitch in the peak of her
season!