Abuse of Power - Enslaved by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica)

by Dan Bruce

  “... And I’ll make it come true!” interrupted Sally, her hungry sex ruling over her brain and that voice that was pleading for her to get out of here fast. “I’ll do it... You can put me in it and then screw me from behind... God, how exciting!”

  “You agree! Oh thank you, Sally.”

  Dimitri pulled the young woman towards him. He gazed into Sally’s eyes for a second then plunged his face against the Australian’s - lips smashing against lips, mouths parting for tongues to slither and taste each other as they fenced in a dance of release. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they kissed long and passionately, tongues lashing, teeth gnashing, bodies writhing, clutching at each other. Dimitri’s resumed his groping – feeling her ass and massaging her tits, the hands going under her blouse, and under her shorts to grapple with naked flesh. Dimitri bucked at her with his groin, a man of honour now suddenly unleashed into the hungry savage. Emboldened, his hand on her ass came round to search for the cunt he was determined to ravish.

  He found it with ease! Sally felt big fingers slip inside her g-string and enter her pussy lips, stroking the folds, rubbing her clit. Then they were there at the entrance to her vagina, and one was forced up!

  In this dark place of torment with the scent of sex all around, Sally was invaded at two ends. There was a tongue in her mouth lashing and tasting, and a finger in her pussy wriggling around. She was held in strong arms, the strong arms of the Law, crushed against a man – a hot horny policeman who was driving her wild: with his tongue, with his finger, with the mass of his body – with his lovely big cock that he had yet to take out, but simply had to go up Sally Hudson’s cunt no matter what perversion or risk was now asked!

  Finally Dimitri broke away with his mouth. Sally let out a gasp, writhing against the policeman, clenching on the finger that was still inside her.

  “Oh yeah! God, Dimitri, you’re making me so wet! Come on, big boy! Let’s do it! Set me up how you want and fuck my brains out!”

  “You are sure?” asked Dimitri, slipping her another finger to frig with two. “It would be wrong of us to do this – it is technically a crime, but...”

  “... I’m certain!” cried Sally, on fire for the man. “God that feels good. But I want more than your fingers up my snatch. I can’t wait to have your cock inside me!”

  Dimitri stared at her hard, his face quizzing and serious. “And I can fuck you in the pillory, like it was done in times of old – enjoy the experience that is my heritage – enjoy it in the full, the way it used to be done?”

  “Anything!” snarled Sally, totally crazed with the need to get gloriously screwed by this hot horny stud. “You can do whatever you want as long as I get that big cock of yours fucking me wildly!”

  “Excellent! So come! Let me show you how it works.”

  With a final twist of the fingers inside Sally’s vagina, Dimitri withdrew his hand from Sally’s shorts. He stepped past her and slid the top portion of the pillory beam upwards, locking it into place with a wooden peg.

  “Step up here,” the policeman directed.

  Compelled to obey, for the man, for his cock, for the adventure of it all, Sally did as she was asked. There were two small openings in the base of the platform. Sally placed each foot through the semicircular apertures. She watched transfixed as Dimitri bent down and slid the matching pieces into place, locking each one around her ankles with another peg, leaving her secured with her legs slightly spread.

  Feeling rather unstable, Sally rested her left hand on the crossbeam for support.

  “That’s it,” Dimitri encouraged. “Rest your wrists in the slots and put your head right through the part in the middle.”

  Sally did as she was told, finding it all an incredible turn on. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy was pulsating, her heart was racing, thrilled beyond measure. She had played a few games in her chequered past, flirted with bondage, but never anything like this – so scarily real in this authentic setting. But she wasn’t afraid – she trusted the man and she was desperate for some sex. She needed to get fucked by a dominant force. The past two days had set off a craving that demanded gratification. The pillory and Dimitri would be just the job – the most adventurous fornication she’d ever engaged in.

  THUD!

  The top half of the beam came down across Sally’s neck and wrists, pinning her head and hands into position. Thrilling apprehension surged through her body. Dimitri slid the fastening dowels through on either side, latching the beam securely. Sally struggled a little – she tested out her bondage, and found that she was unable to move. She couldn’t even adjust her head enough to see where the policeman was.

  “There, how does that feel?” asked Dimitri from behind, a hint of menace to his voice.

  “Kinky as hell, although it’s not very comfortable,” Sally replied.

  Dimitri came round to the front of the pillory. He grabbed a handful of Sally’s long auburn hair and chugged on it hard, jerking her face upwards. Sally let out a yelp as Dimitri yelled at her, “It’s not meant to be comfortable, you stupid bitch!”

  Suddenly that trust was thrown across the room and shattered like a glass on the chamber’s ancient stone walls. Sally Hudson’s Mastrovian adventure had just taken a very scary turn, and she wasn’t at all best pleased with it!

  Chapter 4

  “What the fuck are you playing at? You’re hurting me! Let go of my hair!”

  “But you agreed to this!” snapped Dimitri, outwardly unhappy at Sally’s rebellious attitude, though secretly delighting in the spirit being shown. “You said I could have the full experience, that I could enjoy you in the pillory the way it used to be done.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t bargain on you hurting me! So cut it out! Let go of my hair! I’ve had enough of this shit. I think it would be best to stop right now.”

  Dimitri let go of the hair, but that was the only thing he freed. He remained standing in front of Sally, an ominous shadow in the flickering torchlight.

  “That’s better,” growled Dimitri, his voice now harsh and cruel. “This is how it should be – the victim afraid and unwilling – not begging to be fucked like some cheap slut. For the criminal, being in the pillory should be a humiliating experience, not a sexual treat. The treat is for the others – those who get to abuse the victim. It is nowhere near as much fun if it is welcomed.”

  It was humiliating all right – humiliating for Sally that she’d fallen into this trap and allowed her pussy to rule her brain. “Dimitri, you’re scaring me,” Sally said, in an attempt to calm down and reason with the guy.

  “You have to be scared! Otherwise this is play acting, like in that stupid film - and I want the experience to be as real as possible.”

  Sally was getting seriously worried now. Whilst a part of her quite liked the brutal dominance that was on show, it was not an aspect of her psyche she’d ever chosen to explore. Playing the slut was all very well, but Sally had ALWAYS retained some control – respect had been shown – it was she who got what she wanted, never the guy taking without Sally getting her kicks. This was alien territory, and a situation that had got way out of hand. “I’m sorry,” she stated, trying to sound assured. “I don’t want to go through with this. I’ve changed my mind. Just let me go and I’ll say nothing to anyone.”

  “But that’s perfect,” sneered Dimitri. “I don’t want your consent.”

  Sally was horrified, anger rising again, furious at the policeman and her own stupidity. “Let me go you bastard! You can’t do this! I’ll...”

  “...You’ll what? Report me to the police?” Dimitri cruelly laughed.

  Sally shuddered, feeling the trap tighten. She had come here willingly; she had agreed to get in the pillory. There were plenty of men in the country who could testify to the fact that she enjoyed getting fucked. Who would believe that she then changed her mind when it would be her word against a police lieutenant’s?

  “Okay, do what you must,” Sally conceded, resigning herself to the situation,
which at the end of the day might not be so bad – she would still get shagged by this horny policeman, and hopefully the rest wouldn’t get too rough.

  Dimitri laughed mockingly as he grabbed Sally’s hair again and snapped her head up so he could stare at the young woman. “But now you are making it too easy again! I can’t have that.”

  With a derisory snort, Dimitri released his grip and walked away. He left the anti-chamber and came back a few minutes later carrying a whip. Sally looked at it in the flickering light, her apprehension rising as she saw the instrument of torture with its handle of carved wood and its dark leather falls.

  “No fucking way!” Sally hollered; then she forced some calm as she tried to reason again. “Dimitri look – you can’t do this to me! I’m an Australian citizen, for God’s sake!”

  Dimitri laughed at her protests. “You’re sounding like that actress earlier today. But you are now in my custody and I can do whatever I like. Remember that you were caught working here illegally, and corporal punishment is still practiced in Mastrovia for minor offences like that... even on foreigners who break our laws.”

  “There’ll be outrage!” Sally yelled.

  “Perhaps... but then, perhaps not... Not if those pompous idiots who might take offence were to listen to this...”

  Dimitri removed a small device from a pocket in his jacket. At the press of a button the trap snapped closed when Sally heard her own voice.

  “Anything! You can do whatever you want as long as I get that big cock of yours fucking me wildly!”

  “But...”

  Ignoring Sally’s further pleas, Dimitri ended the recording. He draped the flogger over his shoulder and went behind the fuming Australian.

  “Not exactly appropriate clothing,” muttered Dimitri as he gripped the back of Sally’s blouse by the collar and with one powerful tear, ripped it apart so it hung from her exposed shoulders as a rag.

  “That’s better – although still somewhat unorthodox for this part of the world,” said Dimitri as he ran his hand over Sally’s shoulders and back, curling it round to again feel her naked tits that hung heavy and pendulous. “You sick bastard!” Sally roared. “Stop this! I’ll see you swing if you don’t. I swear, I will!”

  Dimitri appeared immune to the threat. “A swing! Now that’s another interesting idea. Perhaps I’ll tie you to a swing next, with legs spread apart, and have you swing with me standing before you, impaling your shaved pussy with my cock,” he absently said as his hand drifted down past the waistband of Sally’s shorts. Then suddenly his fingers were clawing at the material, chugging the shorts down to rest around Sally’s thighs. The skimpy g-string followed, leaving Sally lewdly exposed and provocatively bent over. It also revealed an embarrassing state, for despite all her protests, Sally’s pussy was bloated and gushing juice.

  “Interesting,” mused the policeman as he stroked the shaven moist flesh of her sex.

  “Stop this! You bastard! Stop this right now!” Sally bawled, but she knew it sounded hollow. And when Dimitri actually complied in part by taking his hand away from Sally’s cunt, the young Australian rued the loss. But compensation came, and Sally couldn’t help but quiver as she felt a caress on her right butt cheek. The touch was soft, highly sensuous, the bondage and Sally’s underlying fear heightening the sexual thrill. Despite her concerns over what lay in store, Sally couldn’t help but respond. She swayed her ass in welcome – an invite that Dimitri appeared to be accepting.

  With one hand massaging the right buttock, there was a rasp of a zipper, and the familiar sound of a hard cock being freed. Hot velvety flesh made contact with the top of her legs and then was guided into the slit of her pussy, spreading the lips and rubbing the inner folds.

  Sally gasped. She hated the bastard for doing this to her, but she still wanted him as well with a ravenous hunger. The whip was just a bluff – a sick twisted bluff. Of course Dimitri would never dare do such a thing. Sally relaxed under the caress of a strong hand and a hard cock. Her pussy pulsed with anticipation.

  “Yes, very interesting,” repeated Dimitri as he prodded with his knob. “A naked cunt! Foreign women are such brazen sluts! It’s tempting to fuck it first before marking you.”

  “What!” exclaimed Sally, as she tensed anew at the words. But she didn’t tense enough to prevent the thrust and the stabbing pain as Dimitri bullied his cock in, stuffing Sally with five inches of hard meat before thrusting again to feed her four more, grinding at the end as he lustily groaned at the consummation of a cunning day’s work.

  “Arrrgh! Fuck! You bastard! Take it easy, will you!” yelled Sally, who was no stranger to a big cock plundering into her body, but was accustomed to gentler entries before the owner took off and fucked her senseless.

  “Insolent scoundrel!” Dimitri yelled in reply.

  Sally heard the words then she felt the sting as she was rewarded for her protest with a slash to her back, the flogger falling firmly, snarling at her flesh. Dimitri struck out again and again, using the flogger to punctuate his words.

  “You will not...”

  WHACK!

  “...refer to me...”

  WHACK!

  “...like that...”

  WHACK!

  “...again...”

  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

  “...From now on...”

  WHACK!

  “...you will call me...”

  WHACK!

  “...Sir...”

  WHACK! WHACK!

  “Understood?”

  WHACK!

  Sally could barely think. She was in an agony of torture. The blows upon blows had snapped at her back, snarling at the skin like some savage beast. She was shaking with outrage and a fair portion of fear, absorbing the ache, in total shock, barely aware that her cunt was still impaled by a throbbing nine inch cock.

  “UNDERSTOOD!!!” screeched Dimitri.

  “Yes! Yes, sir!” Sally sensibly answered, the deference gnawing at her guts.

  “Good!”

  Draping the flogger over the crossbeam so the tendrils caressed Sally’s face, Dimitri rewarded his captive with a few lusty strokes, reminding Sally that there was indeed hard meat inside her, and plenty of it. In her agony she groaned, for the big fat cock felt so good, the sensuous fucking a wonderful treat after the torture she’d endured.

  Sadly, appreciative groans were not what Dimitri wanted, or at least that was the charade he elected to play.

  “Slut!” he cried out. “You are ruining this for me with your enjoyment.”

  Dimitri pulled his cock out, his exit as rough as his entry, leaving Sally hurt but snarling for it back. He stood to the side and again his right hand was on Sally’s right buttock, his left on the Australian’s welted back. Dimitri groped the flesh, growling out his lust. Then the hand was removed to come crashing back, making a resounding smack as it slapped the skin. Another slap came, this time even harder on the centre of Sally’s ass, the full rounded buttocks wobbled under the impact.

  Dimitri struck out again, landing two rapid blows, one on each buttock. Sally winced. She wiggled her hips as she embraced the pain from each smack. It hurt, but not agonisingly so like the whip on her back. In a warped sort of way it was quite enjoyable, and in a different context Sally might have welcomed a few more playful smacks before Dimitri rammed his cock back up her fanny and fucked her breathless.

  But it was more than a playful slap she next got. Dimitri thundered his hand down and Sally yelled out loud. The cry was real, what was needed in fact without any need to fake, but the swaying of her ass was a big mistake.

  “You are still enjoying it, slut!” yelled Dimitri in disgust. “Well I’ll soon put a stop to that.”

  The angry lieutenant picked up the flogger from the crossbeam where it had been left. Dimitri considered it for a moment then put the weapon back, electing instead to take off his belt - a thick piece of leather that he doubled up. It took only seconds before he had drawn it back and the first resounding cra
ck thundered onto Sally’s bare ass.

  “AH! SHIT!” yelled Sally as she absorbed the hurt; new and searing, in no way pleasing.

  “That’s more like it!” Dimitri snarled. Then he set off on a thrashing of savage magnitude.

  WHISH!

  WHALLOP!

  “ARRRGH!”

  Those were the sounds that echoed around the flickering space. Dimitri lashed out and gave Sally no relief. The leather crashed and crashed against her ass. The honourable policeman now manically transformed, unleashed a fury of seismic proportions. Muscles strained in a devilish assault... the belt thudding down time after time.