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

by Dan Bruce

  “No! I couldn’t! It would be a disgusting thing to do.”

  Yuri spun his hand away from Dimitri’s butt and grabbed Sally’s left nipple that prodded through the tee-shirt she wore. “Then why is this hard?” he snarled at the girl. “And why are you drizzling from your cunt at the moment. And don’t tell me that you aren’t because I can smell the juices flowing. I know when a bitch is in season, and you are ripe for more sex.”

  “But not that!” cried Sally, not denying her bizarre arousal. “It would be sick!”

  “Yes, I understand,” the chief said. “It would be the same for me. It’s not easy doing one’s duty, following orders, giving total obedience. I was once faced with such a dilemma... and oddly enough, it involved the same man.”

  The chief released his grip. Sally felt weak – her pussy was throbbing, her legs were shaking – the raw sexuality of the man was making her heart race. Hideously aroused and totally intrigued, she watched as the chief returned his attention to Dimitri – his hand this time on the lieutenant’s broad muscular back, where his fingers traced some of the scars.

  “You see, my dear,” he said to Sally, “Dimitri is no stranger to the whip and humiliation. His mischievous ways earned him these marks – a public flogging in the castle courtyard – twenty strokes in all. Then it was a young Russian that he had foolishly fucked around with – the daughter of our Soviet overlord no less. It was an unjust punishment, but the Law at the time decreed it, and I was chosen to deliver the strokes. It was not an easy assignment, I can assure you. Dimitri was a favoured cadet – a protégée of sorts. But duty is duty – I had sworn obedience and was obliged to comply. Life is not always easy – nor particularly fair.”

  Sally gazed at the chief as he stroked the marks he had created on Dimitri’s back. She could see the regret in those coal black eyes – the memory painful – his hurt palpable that he must punish again.

  “Did you pull back at all?” Sally asked.

  “I knew you were a smart girl!” the chief replied forcing a smile. “Of course I pulled back, and so could you if you were to punish him this time round. You could do your duty and follow my order – whip him, belt him, then fuck him with a strap-on.”

  “No way!” Sally answered. “He doesn’t deserve that!”

  The chief looked confused. “Then you’re condemning you both to a much worse fate. I won’t pull back this time when I flay the rascal... Nor will I spare him a fraction of this!”

  Sally gawped as the chief pulled down his flies and battled to bring out the most humungous piece of penile meat she’d ever set eyes on. It was at least eleven inches long and as thick as an arm; an olive coloured phallus with a huge purple knob at the end oozing slivery pre-cum from the slit. It was totally hypnotic – a real beast of a prick on a beast of a man. Sally so wanted to touch it, to lick off the juice and suck the big plum, to know the joy of having such a monster inside her, all the man’s power channelled into the most amazing rutting.

  Having hooked his fish, the chief started reeling her in. “I am not that way inclined – I much prefer pussy and female asses... but I’ve fucked men before when the need dictates. It’s the ultimate deterrent in this part of the world – the ultimate punishment to a Mastrovian man. The pain that this cock will give him will be nothing compared to the crushing humiliation for a man like Dimitri. So it would be better if it was you for all concerned: the wronged woman taking just revenge.”

  “No!” blurted Sally, her eyes glued to the chief’s massive phallus. “It wouldn’t be right. I’m sorry – I couldn’t possibly.”

  “Do you think you could possibly handle this though?” the chief asked, waving his erection in Sally’s direction.

  It was said as a challenge, and Sally was always up for a sexual challenge. It was no order to obey, almost a pleaded request instead, and that made it all the easier to confess. “I’d love to!” she groaned. “It’s beautiful – biggest darn cock I’ve ever seen in my life - absolutely perfect in every way.”

  “Then perhaps you would like to suck it,” the chief suggested. “It would please me enormously to have a little oral foreplay. Why don’t you suck my cock and make me come. Then after I’ve flayed this blaggard’s back again, I’ll be able to give him what he also deserves: fuck his treacherous ass for a long, long, time before coming again inside him.”

  Sally didn’t need a second invite. She fell to her knees in front of the chief, gazing in pure lust at the wonder before her. The cock was still held by the big man’s hands and it was slapped luxuriously across Sally’s face, the underside of the knob thudding down, right cheek, left cheek, and then centred on her nose. Sally stuck out her tongue to lap at the succulent flesh and taste some of the pre-cum that was sloshing around - delicious nectar that freely flowed and drove her wild with a need for more.

  She got it! With her mouth gaping wide, the cockhead was rammed in, making her jaws ache with the stretch that was forced. But Sally wasn’t in the slightest bit bothered by the discomfort – she wallowed in the ache as she sucked on the huge knob and flicked her tongue all around the velvety flesh. Juice seeped out of the eye, flavouring Sally’s palate with the heavenly taste – another drug to hook the girl.

  As she sucked and tongued, hands came to rest on Sally’s head. There were some thrusts, soft and shallow, the chief pumping his knob slowly in and out, as he groaned out his unreserved pleasure. Sally braced herself for a more powerful plunge, relaxing her throat muscles so she could take the invasion. But it didn’t come, the chief happy to cede control for a moment and let the young woman demonstrate her skill.

  Sally was happy to oblige him. She grasped the base of the chief’s massive cock so she could fondle the shaft as she worked on the knob. Freeing the glans so she could draw a breath, Sally teased the tapered head with her tongue, licking round the rim, lashing the purple skin, grazing with her teeth in a gentle rasp – always listening, gauging reaction, wanting to please like never before.

  Testing things out, Sally tongued around the piss slit, a generous opening that begged to be entered. Cautiously she slid her tongue tip inside, flicking it around this most sensitive skin, thrilled by the act, so raunchily dirty. Hearing no protests, Sally tongued deeper. She was amazed at how much the tube allowed. Then encouraged by a groan, Sally started to fuck the urethra with her tongue.

  “Oh yes!” cried the chief. “Only a foreign bitch would do that without me having to take a whip to her back. You have a skill my girl, and a wicked tongue! Do some more then show me what other tricks you have.”

  Happy to obey, not really thinking it was an order, Sally repeated the action. She fucked the chief’s piss slit with the tip of her tongue, forcing it in as far as she could and wriggling it around to inflame the big man all the more, lapping up her juicy reward that flowed like a river from its prostate source.

  It was the merest push of the chief’s fingers that prised her away, the subtlest of commands to say it was time to move on. And seamlessly Sally changed the approach, freeing the knob to kiss it adoringly before moving on to the shaft. Sally made reptilian flicks all along the huge phallus, covering every inch of the chief’s impressive length. She smothered her face in it, breathing it in deep, worshiping the meat, obsessed by its size and musky aroma.

  She worked down to the base. Sadly the chief’s balls were hidden in his trousers, but in honour of these treasures that drenched him in masculinity, Sally lapped at their swell, so wonderfully large, before licking her way back up the shaft to the apple sized knob. It was then that the chief firmed his hold on Sally’s head, making it clear she should stray no further. Sally carried on sucking, bobbing to and fro along the end of the massive shaft – her jaws aching, her throat anticipating the strike that had to come.

  UMMPH!

  It was hard and it was brutal, it was violent like the man – Sally’s gullet screeched under the stretch that was made as the chief’s knob bullied down. Her face was mashed by the uniformed groin, s
mothering her in maleness. But hurt as she was, Sally thrilled at the violation. Anything less masterful and she would have felt short changed. She grasped at the thighs, clutching on trousers, drawing the chief in, wanting everything he had.

  Yuri strained to give it to her. Holding the girl’s head, he forced all his cock in, groaning unashamedly as he savoured the moment. He held Sally there orally impaled, and in turn was held by grasping fingers. For almost a minute the two conjoined like this: one mastering, turning the screw; the other surrendering, embracing the inevitable.

  Then struggling for air, Sally gagged and spluttered. She tried to break away but was held firmly for a few more seconds, just to make it clear who was running the show. But the grip was mercifully released and Sally was prised away, gulping in gas for her oxygen starved lungs. Crazed though for the man, Sally wasted no time - she recovered quickly and started bobbing back and forth, fucking her throat on the chief’s throbbing big dick, smashing her face into the hardness of his groin.

  The chief allowed this for a few minutes, quietly chortling over the whorish display, the likes of which he had rarely seen when it came to a bitch gobbling on his cock. But control was not a thing the chief ever ceded for long, and soon he rested it away again, holding Sally’s head back to align her mouth with her gullet then crouching over her so he could ram his cock in and orally fuck her.

  In no time at all, the chief was banging into Sally’s face. He held Sally firm and he face fucked her hard whilst Sally clung to the uniform trousers, riding the big thighs as they pumped back and forth.

  UMMPH! UMMPH! The chief powered his meat in, giving the girl little chance to draw breath. It wasn’t long before Sally was getting dizzy - on the mastery of the sex and the dwindling oxygen carried by her blood. The chief pushed and pushed, judging to perfection – seemingly manic, but always in control. When the time was right he pulled out of Sally’s gullet allowing the woman to quickly suck in a breath and taste the juicy knob before it was rammed back down into the depths of her throat.

  Sensing she could take it, knowing that she wanted it - the chief set off on one hell of a throat fucking. He drove his cock in time after time, mashing the girl’s face as he powered in his thrusts, taking the kneeling Aussie to the edge of asphyxiation then pulling out to allow her to breathe and worship the knob that filled up her mouth.

  Sally revelled in it all: the abuse that was sex; the pain that was pleasure; the mastery of the man and his wonderful size; to be kneeling on the floor, her knees hurt and grazed, in an ancient torture chamber with a naked man tethered beside her. Never had she allowed a man to do such a thing – Dimitri had abused her - but what had been taken here, Sally accepted, happy to surrender to the violence of the throat fucking.

  The sex progressed, seemingly wild and unabated, yet masterfully managed, and skilfully received. The chief pumped and fucked. Sally swallowed and sucked. The chief of police ravished his prisoner’s throat and Sally ravished his cock in return till eventually she felt an incredible swelling and the chief let out a mighty yell as he rammed his cock hard all the way down Sally’s throat.

  Sally gagged as the first blast of cum came out and scalded the walls of her gullet with its warmth. Another blast followed, and Sally gagged again. Struggling as she was, she would have happily taken more – she wanted to please; but the chief showed some consideration and pulled back with his hips so that only the knob was left in Sally’s mouth. Sally sucked on it greedily, desperate for the taste of the chief’s rich creamy spunk. She was rewarded with another loud groan then an explosion of salty sweetness on her tongue and palate. The chief spurted again and again. Sally held it all in her mouth, savouring the thickness and delicious flavour. The chief pumped into Sally softly. His spunk was dribbling down Sally’s chin as he squirted out the last of his copious release.

  The climax over, the cock came out her mouth and Sally gazed up in wonder, a pool of white held in the gaping orifice that had just been used. The rock hard meat was dipped back in, coating the knob, forcing more spunk to overflow and run down Sally’s chin. Spunk was smeared over the awe struck face, across the brow, over an eye, down the side of the nose before the knob plunged back into the open mouth.

  “Now you can swallow it,” the chief decreed.

  Sally heard herself say thank you, though the words were muffled by that wonderful meat, and drowned by the delicious cum. She swallowed round the cockhead, sucking as she gulped, giving them both this additional treat as she feasted on Chief Karinov’s Mastrovian seed.

  Again the cock came out. Without thinking, just reacting, Sally smacked her freed lips. She then wiped up the cum that was on her chin and lapped that from her fingers, flicking her gaze between the hardness of a cock and the hardness of a pair of coal black eyes that stared down delighted at this whorish behaviour.

  “Ha! You see. Not so difficult to obey,” the chief said when Sally was finished.

  It was a slap in the face – a punch in the guts – a reminder that she’d just been used, controlled by a man who proposed to be her master. Sally bristled. She shied from the eyes, yet her gaze remained fixed on that incredible phallus which was still impressively hard and gloriously potent. God how she wanted that stuffed up her cunt and for the chief of police to ride her hard and spunk again inside her.

  “Stand up!” the chief ordered.

  On shaky legs, Sally obeyed. She stood before the towering mass that was the chief – towering upwards and towering outwards, his cock lobbing lewdly, still hungry for more sex.

  “Easy to obey at times,” the chief continued. “Like it would be easy to obey if I told you to drop your shorts and ride my cock until you made it come again – is that not so?”

  “Yes sir,” Sally admitted. Galling as it was, she wanted nothing more – her pussy was positively snarling for that incredible piece of meat.

  “But what about poor Dimitri – he needs to be fucked as well as part of his punishment - or at least included in some way... I know! How about I order you to join him on the whipping post? I could bind you to him then take you from behind. He would experience the sex without the indignity of penetration – a sort of justice. Do you think you could obey that?”

  “Easily sir,” Sally said with hope to her voice. The future be damned, mastered or not, right now she needed that cock up her cunt – to have the chief fuck her wildly, and all the better with Dimitri involved, Sally squashed between two hunks of prime Mastrovian maleness.

  Then the Devil’s deal was offered, dashing those hopes. “Of course that would mean having to take his place for the whipping and belting as well,” Yuri declared. “Will you do that Miss Hudson? Will you mount the man who thrashed you last night and accept more lashes on the back that will be brutal in the attack and more thrashing of your ass that will make last night’s belting seem like a playful pat? That is what I’ll accept as the alternative. So that is what I am telling you to do. Will you give me your total obedience?”

  Sally looked at the back, scarred from the whip, blows that must have been much more severe than anything Dimitri had dished out to her. Then she looked to the chief, into those coal black eyes – this man who would be her master if only Sally would give in. There would be undoubted high points and lows as well – here was an example. Sally knew she was being shown what the future would hold. No pretence that it would all be a garden of roses – there would be suffering as well, and perhaps plenty of it.

  “Did he not show you last night?” the chief asked as if reading Sally’s mind. “The highs cannot feel so high without the lows to compare by. Pleasure is at its best for a slut like you, when mixed with the right balance of pain. I can do that for you. Let me show you.”

  Slowly Sally shook her head. “No,” she mumbled. “I can’t. I won’t.” The chief’s argument was solid – Dimitri had opened Sally’s eyes to a scary side of sex – submissive sex, involving pain that brought such incredible pleasure. But how could she agree to such a deal – surrende
r herself totally to a man’s will and take a brutal whipping? It went against her upbringing and carefree adult life – she had always been at liberty to do whatever she pleased. That couldn’t be surrendered. There was an allure to what was being suggested, no question about that – the chief as a package made for a very tempting proposition. It would be a hell of an adventure with some incredible sex. But to become a slave – no – she would not do that. How could she ever willingly accept such a fate? As a choice over prison and daily abuse, then yes, perhaps it might be better. But her pride still said no. And of course there was the chance things would never go that far. The chief had to be bluffing – he would never do that. Would he?

  “No!” Sally repeated. “I’m not going to agree to be whipped and scarred, and you wouldn’t dare force me. The Ambassador knows where I am and he knows the state I’m in. If anything happens then it won’t just be Australia, but the whole of the civilised world that will come crashing down on you. This has gone far enough. Let me and Dimitri go. Please Chief Karinov – show some compassion. Let us both go.”