by Henry Morgan
The moment Mishka felt another man’s hands on her body she froze. Although David had allowed other men to have both her and her sister, that was usually when he had taken them hunting and they were in another man’s lodge. Very occasionally he would give shelter to other hunters at his lodge, and would share the girls during the night. Always though, he had given his permission first. This time permission had not been granted and David closed in on the sailor the moment he realised what was happening. The sailor recognised his mistake immediately and stepped back from Mishka, and now both girls were behind David and the two men stood face to face. The Russian spoke first.
‘I thought she was alone,’ he said. ‘I did not know she was with you.’
David’s smile puzzled and reassured the sailor, and his raised glass was a universal signal of friendship that removed any tension. The sailor’s own smile grew into a grin and broadened further into a laugh that attracted the notice of some of his shipmates. Within moments David, or rather his girls, became the centre of attention and soon they were all dancing and drinking together. One of the sailors, a large man called Leonid, picked Teena up in his powerful arms and set her down on a table. He then picked up her sister and did the same with her so that both girls were back-to-back and leaning against each other for support, and while the men clapped their hands the girls continued their Cossack’s dance on the table, squatting and kicking their legs straight out. In their knee length fur boots, leather bodices and short leather skirts, it didn’t take long before the men noticed that every time the girls lifted a leg, they were treated to the sight of perfect pink sex lips.
The men urged the girls to kick more and to kick higher. David knew what they were doing and added his own encouragement. Soon Leonid crouched down and made no attempt at hiding his gaze, and the other men followed suit and a circle of seated sailors enjoyed the panty-less display of the two Lapps.
Fun and laughter began to give sway to an undercurrent of tension and the beginnings of arousal. None of the men had even seen a girl in several months, and the tantalising peeks between Teena’s and Mishka’s thighs was taking its toll on them, and many were casting glances at their friend, the one who had initially grabbed Mishka’s waist. A few of them whispered to him, and in turn he looked across to David.
David knew what was coming. ‘Yes, they are my girls,’ he replied to the man’s inevitable question. The next query was also expected.
‘We,’ said the sailor, gesturing with his hand to include the others, ‘we take your girls to the back for some fun?’ David waved his index finger in the negative and caused a universal moan of disappointment. ‘We don’t hurt them,’ added the sailor. ‘We are good men.’ The others nodded in agreement.
The dance had now finished and the two girls were sitting on the table dangling their legs over the edge. They had listened to the conversation and were wondering if David would let them go with the eight sailors. They didn’t really mind either way, it was not their decision and there was no point getting concerned about it. They kicked their heels idly while David deliberated.
Another song started but no one in the group began dancing; minds were on other things. The mood lifted when David sat between the girls and accepted a drink from Leonid.
‘So,’ he said to an eager audience. ‘You’re all keyed up from being at sea?’ David’s Russian was far from perfected and there was some bemusement among the men. ‘You want a piece of my girls?’ There was no confusing those words and several of them edged closer. ‘Lift your skirt,’ he told Teena.
Immediately the girl pulled the fur-trimmed leather skirt up just high enough for the men to glimpse her pudenda. David noticed the coy manner in which she did it, as if she was heightening the experience for the sailors and for him. He looked into her eyes and she smiled sweetly. Teena was obviously growing into a precocious girl.
He told her to release her skirt and the men moaned again, but it was a temporary disappointment because he turned to Mishka and told her to expose herself. Mishka had obviously learned from her sister, because she did the same. David smiled again and she released her skirt, and within seconds there was a flurry of hands in trouser pockets and a huge pile of roubles was thrown onto the table.
‘Ah,’ said David. ‘Now we all understand each other.’ He gathered the money together and set off for the backroom with his arms around the girls’ waists. Behind him the eight sailors cheered, grabbed a handful of vodka bottles and followed as if he was the pied piper of Hamlin.
The lounge was small and comfortable. The group sat around two green baize tables near a small stove that leaked fumes as well as warmed the room to a pleasant temperature. The vodka was poured into small one-shot glasses and everyone began drinking and talking. Despite the exchange of money and the implied transaction between David and the sailors, no one made to grab the girls. Given the sailors’ enforced celibacy over the past months David found their conduct remarkable, until Leonid pointed out that he was going first on Mishka the moment David had finished.
‘Oh,’ said David. ‘You’re waiting for me to go first?’ There was an enthusiastic group nod of affirmation. ‘I’ve already been,’ he added. ‘This morning.’ He looked at his watch. ‘And besides, I have to be somewhere soon.’
‘The girls stay here,’ said Leonid, who was obviously worried that David had designs on taking them with him.
‘The girls can stay.’
Leonid smiled and reached for Mishka, who was sitting beside him. He squeezed her breast and made her jump with the intensity of his grip.
‘But no violence,’ added David forcefully.
Leonid and a few of the others lifted their arms in a pre-emptive gesture of collective innocence. ‘No violence,’ they said.
David poured himself a final drink and watched as Leonid made his move on Mishka. It wasn’t subtle, or protracted. The large man simply levered the girl onto her elbows on the table and did the necessary exercise.
Within a few moments her sister joined her on the table, and the two seemed quite happy with the situation and even kissed each other as two men moved into position behind them. As they were penetrated they dipped their backs and threw a comforting arm over each other. The morning’s activities in the bath with David had obviously relaxed them and they were more than willing to go along with whatever he had agreed with the Russians.
The tension in the room was joined by the noise from the dancehall as David opened the door to leave, but before departing he turned back and saw that two others were already preparing to mount the girls.
‘Be good,’ he shouted, and gave them a wave.
The girls waved back and each blew him a kiss, though their movements were jerky with the rear-end pounding they were receiving. Satisfied that his property was safe, he left to return to the hotel Polarny Zony to pick up his amber.
Chapter 7
Snow was again falling and the occasional flake made its way inside the collar of David’s coat, to melt and run in slushy rivulets down his neck. It was unable to dampen his spirits, though, and he playfully kicked the occasional small drift into the air.
Always cautious, he checked the leather pouch that contained the season’s amber collection. It had been a good year and he looked forward to cashing in the ancient nuggets. One piece in particular was going to be worth a small fortune. It was the largest piece he had ever found and it had become an iridescent tomb for a Mesozoic beetle. Polished and set in a silver clasp it was destined to adorn the neck of some rich Russian lady. Gorky’s, his destination, was a short distance away and he returned the pouch into his pocket as he passed the large military all-terrain vehicle parked on the side of the road.
The door to the trading post opened with the usual ching of the bell. The noise caught the attention of Gorky and two customers, a man and a young woman.
Gorky recognised David immediately and shouted, ‘Petr!’
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The warning was lost on David, who continued into the shop, calling out his true name and wondering why Gorky hadn’t remembered one of his best traders.
The other customers were not so slow. The man’s face broke into a wide smile of recognition. David saw the welcoming expression and returned the smile, but he was puzzled. The man seemed so familiar and yet he didn’t know anyone in Murmansk, and his eyes were still fixed on the man when his thoughts were broken by the grating sound of a firing bar being cocked. The heavy metal snap immediately attracted his full attention and his self-survival system kicked in. But it was too slow.
‘Don’t fucking move.’
The barrel of the Kalashnikov centred on his stomach, and its threat pinned David to the spot. Sabrina spoke again, this time to Gorky. ‘Looks like we won’t be needing that sled any more.’
Gorky shrugged nervously and weighed up his chances of reaching for the old Luger he kept beneath the counter for insurance. He decided against it. Sabrina had set the AK47 to automatic, so she wasn’t relying on accuracy – she was going for the full spray.
‘I’ve been searching for you, David,’ she said dangerously. ‘A long, long time.’
Justin nodded at his onetime partner and wondered what had brought them to this meeting, and Sabrina acknowledged the old friendship. ‘Just like old times,’ she said. ‘The three of us together.’
‘As I recall,’ said David, ‘it used to be only Justin and me. You were strapped to the fireplace with no clothes on, waiting on a good fucking.’
Gorky had guessed so much the moment he’d laid eyes on the girl. There was more to this than simple business. It was obviously very personal.
‘Why have you followed me?’ asked David. ‘You must have spent more money tracking me down than I’m worth.’
‘Let’s just say it’s a matter of professional pride.’ Sabrina stepped forward in front of Justin. ‘Don’t be surprised,’ she added. ‘After all, it was you who taught me the meaning of the absolute. Absolute domination, total submission. I just decided on the former.’
David looked at his friend. ‘Does she include you in that formula?’
Justin shrugged to indicate he had no answer, and then moved as if to speak.
‘Shut the fuck up,’ Sabrina snapped. ‘This isn’t a school reunion.’
David made to step back nearer the door, but Sabrina recognised his intention and stabbed the gun into the air as a signal to stop.
‘So,’ he said, trying to remain calm and buy himself some time to assess the situation. ‘Where do we go from here?’
‘Back to the future,’ smiled Sabrina. ‘Back to your destiny. You cost me a lot of money, David. And I mean a lot of money. I’m going to have to find you extra duties so I can recoup my losses.’
‘You didn’t need me to get back your money. You could have found more stock. That’s what you did with that girl we left in the Orkneys, wasn’t it? You kidnapped her and sold her on.’
‘You’re a rotten apple, David, about to poison all of us.’ Her hands increased their grip on the gun and the three men noticed her beginning to tremble slightly.
‘I was about to do fuck all,’ David reasoned. ‘I’m happy up here. I just want to be left alone.’
‘That’s not possible. I’ve come to take you back.’
David threw up his hands and spoke to the ceiling. ‘I’m not coming back. Don’t you understand? I’m going nowhere.’
The click on the rifle’s safety reverberated around the room and the atmosphere rapidly descended to freezing. Justin saw the intensity on Sabrina’s face and tried to ease the tension.
‘Look,’ he pleaded, hoping to defuse her anger. ‘We’re miles from home. He’s not coming back. He doesn’t even want to. What damage can he do to us in Britain from here?’
‘You’re making the mistake of logic, Justin,’ David said, the calmness of his voice surprising even him. ‘This has nothing to with money. If it did she’d take this amber and let me go.’ David offered up his pouch. ‘The amber in here is worth thousands back home. Take it and we can all walk away.’
Justin visibly slumped with relief. ‘Take it,’ he urged her. ‘We come out on top and we can put all this shit behind us.’
Sabrina’s eyes remained fixed on her quarry. ‘I always come out on top. He’s coming with us.’ She spoke to Gorky without taking her eyes from her quarry, ‘You must have some sort of manacles among all this shit.’
Gorky shook his head.
‘No rabbit wire for nooses and traps?’
Gorky nodded this time, and added, ‘Of course, of course.’ He could see the girl was teetering on the edge and the index finger on her right hand had come to rest rather shakily on the rifle’s trigger.
‘You can see it now, Justin,’ David went on. ‘Money’s got nothing to do with it.’
Justin lifted his hand to gesture for him to be quiet and not to aggravate the situation, but David ignored him.
‘She wants me back because I’m the only man who can control her. I’m the only man to make her feel like a woman.’ He turned to his onetime sexual trainee and with a smile added, ‘Isn’t that right, Sabrina?’
Her stern look melted into a faint smile, and in that instant Justin realised that she had never really loved him at all. He turned towards her, dejection written in every language upon his face. ‘You mean, we’ve chased him for a thousand miles because you can’t bear the fact he ran away from you? Because you can’t live without him?’
‘Hurt, Justin?’ David goaded. ‘She’s just a user. When I was running Camelot, the school was there for people who wanted to live that way. It was there to help dominant males and submissive females live how they wanted to.
‘But her…’ he pointed straight at Sabrina, ‘all she ever wanted was money and the power over men. But she knows it’s not right. That’s why she likes the punishment.’
‘How do you know about that?’ gasped Justin.
‘Shut up,’ Sabrina warned.
‘Because I showed her how to be a woman,’ David went on relentlessly. ‘She just didn’t realise it at the time. And now she’s all fucked up. And she’s fucking you up, and now she wants me to pay.’
‘I said shut up!’ Sabrina cried.
Gorky came back with the trappers wire and placed it on the counter. ‘Tie his hands,’ she ordered Justin, and he picked up the wire and made his way to his old friend. When he was within a few feet of him he passed between the line of David and Sabrina, and it was the chance David had been waiting for. In that brief moment he reached to his left, pulled over a glass cabinet of hunting knives and bolted for the door. Sabrina let fly with a hail of bullets without warning and by a miracle they all missed Justin, but they also failed to find the intended target. David was gone, and he left the door open on his way out.
‘After him!’ she screamed, but Justin was rooted to the spot, stunned by the deafening rattle of the gun and the shattering of broken glass.
‘My shop!’ Gorky wailed. ‘Look at my beautiful shop!’
‘Did I say to shut the fuck up?’ screamed Sabrina. She spun round, waving the gun furiously, and Gorky took that as a signal to hit the floor, awaiting the deathly cough of the gun, but his fears were not realised.
Sabrina rushed past Justin and out of the shop to see David approaching the end of the street, and managed to get off another short blast from the Kalashnikov before he rounded the corner and disappeared from view.
From inside the shop Justin was shouting at the top of his voice. ‘What the fuck is going on? What are you doing?’ He rushed outside to find Sabrina throwing the gun into the truck and opening the driver’s door.
‘I’ll tell you what’s going on,’ she spat through clenched teeth. ‘I’m doing a fucking man’s job because he hasn’t got the balls to do it himself.’ She slammed the door and stamp
ed on the throttle. Through the roar of the straining engine the first wails of police sirens were screaming closer, and before Sabrina had gone a hundred yards the police were turning into the street behind her. By the time she reached the corner she had clipped a Trabant, almost disintegrating it in the process, and careered into a wall. Two police cars raced past and Justin had no choice but to sidle away. He wasn’t stupid, though. If he’d walked in the opposite direction he would have stood out among the throngs of people gravitating towards the excitement. With nerves jangling he made his way towards the wreckage. The Trabant was unrecognisable, as was the driver, who had left his scalp flapping from the broken windscreen. Justin paused long enough to look interested and then went on his way. Passing the damaged army truck his stomach churned at the sight of Sabrina. She was motionless and hanging out of the door, only prevented from falling into the snow by her legs caught around the two gear sticks. His initial reaction was to rush forward, but a familiar voice behind him steeled his resolve. It was Gorky shouting and waving his arms at Justin. In the excitement no one was taking any notice, but Justin knew he would point him out at the first chance he got.
And so, terrified and alone, Justin pulled up his collar and dissolved into the fading light of the afternoon.
David thought he didn’t have time to collect his things from the hotel room. He hadn’t seen Sabrina crash the truck and he assumed she was tracking him down. He satisfied himself with what he had left in the ski sleds, thanked God that he still had his amber to trade, and set off to pick up the girls.
Mishka and Teena were still entertaining the sailors when David arrived, but he didn’t have time to enjoy the scene. Several of the men were drinking and chatting, so David was relieved that they had sated themselves after so much enforced celibacy at sea. It also meant they weren’t going to be upset when he pulled the girls away, although the two currently indulging themselves were, and the one screwing Teena refused to relax his grip when David pulled her by the arm, but he was close to ejaculating and his hips juddered as he did so. David sighed; that was one less male to think about.
