by Dan Bruce
Vicky was furious, pure loathing poured from her eyes as she glared at the chief who watched from a chair, still stroking his massive dick through the fabric of his uniform trousers. It was obvious what he had in mind.
Yuri rose from his chair and picked up the attaché case. He opened it and removed what he had ordered his nephew to fetch – a metal jaw spreader. Yuri quickly examined it then he came over to where Vicky was kneeling on the floor, held in position by the strong arms of Mordavian law.
Vicky’s eyes practically popped out of her head when she saw what the chief was holding - a metal contraption of scary design. It reminded her of something she had seen in a movie – ‘Silence of the Lambs’ was the one, it had been worn by Hannibal Lecter.
“Open your mouth, Miss Fullerton,” Yuri calmly told her, as if he were offering her some tasty treat.
“Fuck off! You’re insane. Let me go!” she shouted, not at all happy about this macabre turn of events.
Yuri delivered a hard backhanded slap that sent Vicky’s head twisting around. At a nod of his head, Dimitri pulled on her hair and brought her head back to a forward position and facing directly up into the hardness of Yuri’s eyes. Vicky was shaking with rage and a fair bit of fear as well, yet she defiantly kept her mouth firmly closed. Another nod of Yuri’s head and Dimitri pinched her nose. The mouthpiece of the spreader was positioned at her lips – a minute later she was gulping for air and the mouthpiece was forced between her teeth. Once sure it was in position, Yuri loosened the spring on the outside of the device and the jaw spreader did its job, forcing Vicky’s mouth apart to a painful degree.
It was unbelievable agony for her. The muscles in her cheeks felt like they might snap, the strain on the hinge of her jaw was horrendous. But the feeling of helplessness was the most crushing of all, and her torment had only just begun. She tried to look away, but Dimitri pulled again on her hair and forced her to look up at her tormentor. In her growing terror, Vicky couldn’t bring herself to close her eyes. She watched, her face forced into an aghast-like expression, as Yuri unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his flies then wrestled to bring out his monster of a cock and a pair of huge, low hanging balls.
Stunned, Vicky gasped through the spreader - she had never seen a cock anywhere near as big. It was at least eleven inches and as thick as her arm - an olive coloured phallus with a huge purple knob at the end oozing slivery pre-cum from the slit. It looked terrifying, and utterly delicious.
Yuri let her gaze at it, enjoying the reaction – no woman had ever failed to be impressed when he showed her his erection. He waved it in front of the sexy young woman whose earlier defiance had now totally deserted her. Yuri tormented the girl with his incredible penile mass. He rubbed the glans over Vicky’s face, smearing her features with his copious juice. Then he rested the glans on her bottom lip, letting her feel the weight of his manhood before he fed it into her mouth through the parting in the clamp.
Powerless to do anything, Vicky had no choice but to kneel there and take the hot fat cock into her mouth. Yuri slid in and out of her, leisurely at first, then he increased his tempo to a good hard pump, holding her by the head as he rammed away, making her wrench and gag when he touched the back of her mouth with the knob of his big cock.
“No drugs, Miss Fullerton, at least not in your mouth, but I think duty demands that I search a little deeper. Fortunate, is it not, that I am well equipped to do so?”
Then Yuri pulled out. He slapped his engorged member across Vicky’s cheeks a few times then backed away.
“Lay her on the table and drape her head over the edge. I want an easy passage for my cock as it performs its duty.”
The two subordinates immediately obeyed. They grabbed hold of Vicky and raised her to her feet then roughly hoisted the woman onto the table. She tried to fend them off and landed a kick on Dimitri’s balls which earned her a hard slap on her pussy. But again the men were too strong for her and she was bundled into position, lying on her back with her arms agonisingly cuffed behind her and her legs held firmly apart by the big brute who leered at her naked sex.
Once again Vicky’s eyes refused to close and she was greeted by an underside view of Yuri’s huge dick, the tube bulging thick from his big hairy ball sac to the massive glans at the end. And once again Yuri teased her, holding his cock by the base and fencing it across her face whilst his free hand explored her body, grappling with her full ripe breasts and squeezing them to a painful degree, pinching her nipples and making them hard then pinching again until she let out a throaty yell, which was all her stretched mouth would allow. He caressed the plain of her soft flat stomach then clasped at the mound of her puffy sex. He rode her slit with his fingers and plunged them into her succulent cunt before finding her clit and nipping it, making her gargle out another yell.
Then Yuri slid his cock into her mouth, the upper-side of the glans riding over her tongue, inching its way to the back of her mouth. Yuri kept on pushing it into her mouth, forcing his cock into Vicky’s gullet, thrilled at the tightness he found. He kept pushing and pushing until he could push no more for his groin was smothering her face.
Then he started to fuck! Vicky was struggling to breathe. But the big bastard showed no sympathy and he pumped in and out of her throat. Her head was spinning, her eyes were bulging out of their sockets, her jaw was a mass of agony and her lungs were about to collapse. Then thankfully the cock was removed.
Vicky gulped, she panted for breath, filling her lungs with life saving air.
“No drugs there either!” announced the chief. “So, Miss Fullerton, I have performed my duty, but I am afraid that in doing so I have become exceedingly aroused and must find some relief. What shall it be? Will you give me that relief willingly... or must I keep the jaw spreader in place and take it for myself? Nod your head if you are prepared to willingly help me.”
Vicky knew that her throat was going to get fucked whatever. There was an element of pride which told her to resist, but common sense told her to comply. Her cunt as well told her to play along – it was back to full bloated arousal and dripping with juice. Vicky nodded.
“What a sensible young woman! I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”
The chief reached down and loosened the spreader. Slowly Vicky felt the ache ebb away as her jaws were allowed to partially close and the spreader was finally removed from her mouth. The chief gave her a few moments to recover. Then he teased her with his cock, washing the glistening glans over Vicky’s inverted face.
Vicky let out a gasp as she felt a tongue lap at her gushing pussy – Dimitri having taken it upon himself to provide this welcome treat. With her mouth now open the chief presented Vicky his cock.
“Now, Miss Fullerton. I have shown you some consideration - please do the same for me.”
Bizarrely inflamed despite the abuse, Vicky’s tongue darted out to lick the big knob. She washed it frantically, confused at her ready compliance, but too lost in a mixture of fear and lust to question her behaviour. Encouraged all the more by Dimitri’s deftly tongue which was now flicking around her blood engorged clit, Vicky did her whorish best and opened up wider so that the chief could slide back in her.
The glans swelled out Vicky’s cheeks and brought back some discomfort but she paid little heed. Orally stuffed as she was, she worked with her tongue, riding it over the enormity of what was in her. The chief allowed Vicky to service him for a short while, rejoicing in the capitulation – the first of many he intended to claim. Then taking Vicky’s head in his hands he slipped his dick into her deeper and deeper, sliding it again into Vicky’s gullet. He held his position fully inside her, enjoying again the lovely tightness and warmth. Then he pulled half way out and allowed Vicky some air before setting about fucking her face.
It was one hell of an experience for young Vicky Fullerton. She had done this many times before but never with anything so big pumping away at her. The stretch was incredible – it hurt without a doubt, but Vicky to
ok it like the accomplished cocksucker she was - Dimitri’s mouth licking out her cunt helping Vicky along as she played the wanton slut.
And the chief knew how to play this to perfection. He would fuck her throat for almost a minute at a time then pull out to allow the girl some air, enjoying the scene as she gulped for breath and tried to fill her lungs in the few seconds that Yuri gave her. Then Yuri was in her again, fucking her relentlessly, impaling her mouth and lovely tight throat again and again and again.
Determined to enjoy his new toy to the full, Yuri forced a restraint and throat-fucked Vicky for well over ten minutes, revelling in the snug contractions her throat made as she occasionally gagged on his dick. Then he abandoned himself, fucking Vicky rampantly, slamming into her face until his body spasmed in utter bliss and his balls erupted, spunk coursing along his tube to fire out into the depths of Vicky’s gullet. Yuri spurted and spurted, delivering his seed directly into the young woman’s stomach; then with incredible restraint he pulled his cock out to shoot the final blasts over Vicky’s gasping face. Spunk was left dribbling from chin to brow, thick white strands over golden tanned cheeks, strewn across a sapphire eye and splattered on red lips. Adding to the sight was Vicky’s tongue which was swirling around capturing the mess – a cum slut if ever there was one, hungry for every drop!
Grasping his cock firmly in his hand, the chief wiped his glans on Vicky’s long blonde hair, matting her locks with the last few drops of his spunk, completing the beautiful cum based picture. Yuri Karinov looked down on his creation and smiled a lusty smile. He gave Vicky a final mouthful of his cock then pulled the monster back out and tucked it away in his trousers. The chief of police was finished... his duty concerning this wretch was done - for the time being at least!
“I assume you both want to have her as well,” said Yuri to his men as he re-arranged his clothing. “And by all means do! Use her! But only her mouth! Do not fuck her elsewhere, or abuse her in any other way. Then get her dressed and take her to the prison. I have a confession to extract from her. I will commence on that onerous duty tomorrow, after she has met with the representative from the British Embassy.”
“You will allow this, sir?” asked Dimitri, tearing himself away from Vicky’s pussy, intent now on ravishing her mouth with his nine inches of Mordavian meat.
“Of course!” answered Yuri with a laugh. “She is quite correct. The British will want to know what has happened to her and her sister, and we must appease our dear tea drinking friends – Mordavia needs their support. So do not take unnecessary advantage. Come inside her only the once – any more than that would hardly be proper! We want no cause for complaint when I next entertain the Ambassador.”
Dimitri shrugged his shoulders, confident in his uncle; then having reached Vicky’s head he slapped his hard meat across her spunk drenched face. God, this would be fun, but such a shame he had to be restrained in his enjoyment of the sexy British slut, just as he had been obliged to be restrained during the earlier interrogation. He was only allowed to come the once and use only her mouth to pleasure his cock. And Dimitri would definitely abide by that - he would never dream of disobeying his uncle. But he would jolly well take his time over it, for no restriction had been set in that respect! And surely there could be no cause for complaint if he made the young woman come again with some licking of her cunt. That was hardly an abuse, as he wouldn’t put his cock inside it – that would be doing her a favour – and this cum slut of a Brit look like she was well up for the fun.
Chapter 5
It had been the most horrific day of Natalie Fullerton’s life by quite some way, though she knew it could have been so much worse. The shock of the arrest, the violence towards Vicky, and the indignity of having the chief of police look at her pussy, was horrific to this tender young thing. But the chief had only looked – no probing of her sex, no fingering of her vagina like he had done to Vicky, no playing with her clit – no cock being put inside her to steel her treasured innocence. He had only looked then inexplicably backed off.
The action confused Natalie, especially considering what he had done to Vicky. And the chief had been almost considerate afterwards, stroking her hair and patting her back, in a reassuring sort of way. At first Natalie wondered if the chief had been repelled by what he saw – that for some strange reason he found Natalie repugnant. But she knew that couldn’t be the case, for had she not heard the man gasp when he looked at her sex and moan all the more when he fingered her pussy and tried to breach what she had guarded so well. There could be no doubting the intensity of the man’s desire – he didn’t find her repugnant – it was the very opposite! Yet he had let her go without even seriously attempting to get a finger inside her, in search of the drugs that was the excuse for this abuse.
It was all very odd – particularly strange when put aside the way he had treated her sister. That was an outrageous liberty! Although he had made Vicky come, which was rather shocking and shameful behaviour to be honest - Natalie couldn’t fathom how Vicky could have reacted that way to such appalling abuse. That was another mystery, but Natalie had too many other worries to dwell on it for long.
Thankfully for Natalie, she had been taken from the interrogation room by the handsome young officer. At least he had acted decently in the room, and was quite sympathetic when he escorted her away. He kept assuring her that everything would be fine and that justice would be done, promising that he would go back to make sure Vicky was being treated well. The young officer seemed like an oasis of sanity in the bedlam that was suddenly Natalie’s life. And he was devilishly good looking – even in her distraught and agitated state Natalie could appreciate the lieutenant’s physical charms. It was such a shame they had to meet under these awful circumstances.
Sadly, the young officer had to hand Natalie over to a scary looking woman who then arranged for her to be collected and taken to prison. But Natalie was comforted by the knowledge that he would be going back to the interrogation room to safeguard Vicky’s rights – or at least that was the fantasy he had cunningly created – the truth as we know was far less savoury, but infinitely more fun for all concerned.
She was taken to the prison in the back of a van. There weren’t any windows, so she had no idea about its location other than it being a half hours drive from the airport - so the capital seemed the most likely place. Walking through the prison was a terrifying experience - men leered at her through the bars of their cells and called out lewd remarks about what they would like to do to her. Some even took out their penis and waved it through the bars as she passed, shouting out the most awful suggestions – probably not appreciating she understood every disgusting word. At one point Natalie thought she might be thrown in along with some of this criminal lowlife – helpless to their wicked ways. It would have been a waking nightmare of terrifying defilement, but thankfully she had been placed in a cell on her own with a proper door so no one could see her.
It was then in her solitude that the real fear struck with only her thoughts and imagination for company. She was terrified, frightened out of her wits - the words of the chief constantly ringing in her head.
‘The penalty for drug trafficking in Mordavia is death by hanging.’
Vicky had been arrested under that charge – and Natalie was held under suspicion of conspiracy. How could this have happened, she asked herself? How could Vicky have been so stupid to accept a gift and not open it to see what it contained? It was so incredibly dumb - the consequences unthinkable! And how could the dirty cow have a full blown orgasm whilst being abused by the chief of police? That was another question Natalie asked herself - a little unkind to think such things, but there you go – the girl might be a virgin but she wasn’t a saint! So many emotions flooded Natalie, anger at her sister being the predominant one. But it didn’t last long. Fear and concern for what might happen to Vicky overrode any annoyance she felt for her silly mistake and sluttish behaviour.
For almost two hours Natalie sat there cont
emplating what would befall them, playing out endless scenarios in her mind. Crushing despair mingled with optimism. They were innocent, and they were British citizens – there was no way they could be held under false charges. Mordavia was looking to court the West and join the EEC. The British Embassy would intervene and they would be released. Then Natalie recalled how easy it had been to subjugate them - how the officers had stripped them and probed them, and how they had kept Vicky naked whilst Natalie was allowed to get dressed. What was happening to Vicky now? More searching and probing! More abuse! And the handsome lieutenant – what was his role in all of this? Was Vicky in turmoil, yelling in pain - or was she screaming for other reasons, brought to orgasm yet again? Shit! Shit! Shit! It was all too much. Natalie was distraught, for so many reasons – anger, jealousy and above all hideous fear, tearing the poor girl apart.
Then the handsome young officer arrived. She felt very pleased to see him. He brought Natalie her toiletry bag and the book she had been reading and a few English magazines he had managed to find. Then sitting beside Natalie on the cot in her cell, he asked her if there was anything else he could do to make her plight less difficult. He seemed so very nice.
Having asked what was happening to her sister, the lieutenant explained that Vicky was being held in a nearby cell and that they would meet tomorrow when an official from the British Embassy would visit them. The handsome lieutenant was very supportive and disarmingly charming. Occasionally he reached out and touched Natalie’s hand, and that felt so comforting after all that she’d been through. At one point he even laid his hand on Natalie’s thigh and she felt no need to push it away – it warmed her to have such innocent contact after the hideous behaviour of the sex crazed chief.
The dashing young lieutenant with the comforting hand told Natalie that she would be free if only Vicky were to confess. Unfortunately her sister was sticking to the ridiculous story that Sergio Markov had supplied her with the drugs, and was being very uncooperative. Her obstinacy was bringing this misfortune on poor Natalie.
