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

by Dan Bruce

  The blows rained down on her time and time again until Vicky was hanging limply from the bar, her head exploding with the pain she had to endure at the hands of the sadistic chief and his skilfully administered whip. All the while the policemen returned to chewing aggressively at her nipples. Then at last the torment halted.

  “Enough!” shouted Yuri. “Dimitri, get between her legs and attend to her cunt!”

  It seemed like her torment might be over as the chief laid the whip over Vicky’s shoulder and caressed her full round Scottish ass cheeks with a strong Mordavian hand. Then the chief withdrew for a moment. Vicky could hear fumbling to the side but she paid little attention as the sexy bare-chested lieutenant knelt before her and lapped at her tortured pussy, sucking and licking her deliriously well.

  Vicky’s mind was in a blur from the concoction of stimulation that her body had been put through and the mental torture she had known. So it was through a haze she experienced this next phase of her torment – a torment to her pride and dignity, for it was such bliss to her agonised sex. Dimitri started with a teasing journey, his tongue meandering between the inner lips from the bottom of her cunt where it met her legs, all the way to her hooded clit, pausing to circle around the highly sensitive little bud, forcing it to harden against Vicky’s will, before reversing his course to travel back to his starting point. He repeated the process several times, infuriating Vicky intensely with his teasing skill that was causing her to moan again. Then Dimitri forced his way deep inside her vagina to lap up her juices which were annoyingly flowing. Despite her bleary indignation at this ongoing violation, Vicky could not help but feel dreamily aroused.

  Sure of his technique and the pleasure he was giving, Dimitri began to fuck her with his tongue, sliding the curled flesh in and out of her cunt at a measured, deliberate pace then speeding up to a fast frantic ravishing of her sex.

  In her almost trace like state, nothing was clear - it was agony and it was ecstasy, he was a bastard and he was a god. He was an abuser and Vicky hated him, but he was a master cunnilinguist and he was going to make Vicky come as he had done the day before. The intensity of the pleasure compared to what had happened when Vicky’s sex was clamped and electrocuted, was mind-blowing for the girl. For a few moments all her troubles were forgotten as she surrendered herself to the best cunt lick of her life; then in a blinding flash her troubles were back as pain seared across her buttocks.

  WHACK!

  Vicky screamed out in utter agony and her foggy mind was dragged from its morphic abyss. The blow to her ass was more severe than any she had experienced on her back. Dazed and confused, yet again on the edge of a massive orgasm, Vicky turned her head and looked to the side where the chief now stood with an instrument in each hand. In his right he held the belt which he had removed from his trousers – it was long and thick, and as Vicky had just found out, agonising when delivered – its strokes would bring tears to the eyes. And in his left hand the chief held something else he had removed from his trousers – and it also was long and thick, his monster of a prick, which surely would also be an agony if delivered to her ass.

  Vicky let out a cry of utter despair. That massive cock would be going up her ass, and brutally so if she fought the invasion. Then Vicky let out another cry of utmost pleasure and unimaginable self loathing as Dimitri resumed his tongue fucking of her cunt. What bastards the pair of them were to torment her body with such extremes! For a second she was tempted to surrender and let the chief bugger her, to end her futile resistance and become subject to his will – have him fuck her up the ass whilst her cunt got gloriously tongued.

  But the chief of police was her nemesis – an abuser of power - and she was a decent girl who was innocent of any crime – she could not allow herself to be willingly buggered by such a despicable man whose cock could surely bring only pain in its wake - unlike the delicious tongue of his nephew that was setting her pussy on fire.

  A thought occurred – a little demon in her head softly whispering. ‘Perhaps that tongue would temper the pain of the cock? And you know deep down that you want it in you. There’s no way on God’s earth he’s not going to fuck you, so why not just surrender!’

  No! No! No!

  It wasn’t just buggery – it was slavery she was facing. She would resist the Mordavian tyrant and that sexy lieutenant with his wonderful tongue.

  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

  That brought her back down to earth as the belt struck repeatedly at her twitching buttocks.

  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

  The battering continued until Vicky’s ass cheeks were thoroughly flogged. Blow after blow rained down on them from the chief. She was flogged and she was tongue fucked as she gazed upon the chief and his whopper of a Mordavian cock - gazed at the ultimate torment that would never be denied.

  “Enough!” yelled Yuri Karinov. “Now, Dimitri, it is your turn to flog her. Beat her on the thighs whilst I amuse myself behind her.”

  Vicky shivered with dread, and her pussy mourned the loss of that fabulous tongue. God, she was desperate to come, despite all the agony she had endured! These bastards had taken her to the very pits of hell, but they had also shown her a masochistic heaven as well – one that she never realised existed. Would surrender to anal violation be another level of hell, or would heaven accompany the pain? Would it be so awful to accept her fate and willingly become a Karinov sex slave?

  But, no - she would not go there! She would fight and struggle defiantly, to ward off the anal invasion with every ounce of strength she had left. She would fight her own body if it wanted to capitulate and get gloriously fucked by these two horny bastards. She would fight the temptation that was growing ever stronger, to embrace enslavement and get screwed by the Karinovs on a regular basis!

  Yuri smirked behind her, knowing fine well the mental battle she was fighting, and knowing fine well what the outcome would be. He handed his belt to his nephew who immediately took up his task and landed a stroke on Vicky’s bare left leg. She jerked, her body recoiling from this new torment only to find that she was backing into a phallus that was pointed at her asshole.

  The chief raised his hand to halt the belting then whispered in Vicky’s ear.

  “You want it, don’t you, my British whore? You want this Mordavian cock up you ass? You’re desperate for me to bugger you – admit to me that you are.”

  Vicky valiantly remained silent.

  The chief signalled for one more lash with the belt and it cracked on Vicky’s other thigh. She instinctively recoiled again, banging her ass into the chief’s cock - the big glans, which Yuri had moistened with spit, parting Vicky’s buttocks and prodding at her tightly clenched hole.

  “There, I knew you wanted it. Let me hear you beg. Beg me to fuck you, you Scottish hussy. Come on, show me how much you want my cock inside you – back onto it and ride it like a slut. Become my whore and save your life.”

  Vicky fumed with rage. She fumed over the abuse and her treatment of the previous day, over the physical and mental torture she had known at the hands of this sadistic bastard and the injustice of the situation. She fumed at the arrogance of the chief, so sure of himself and his fabulous big cock. She fumed because despite all that had happened to her, her will to fight this man was failing. She fumed because she was a decent girl, and decent girls could never agree to such a deal – no matter how wonderful the sex might be if she were to become a Karinov slave.

  “Go to hell!” Vicky defiantly yelled.

  The chief grinned his evil grin and waited patiently on surrender. He was sure Vicky would become another of his foreign whore slaves. A nod was given to his nephew – let the belting recommence.

  There followed a series of blows to Vicky’s legs, causing her body to become wracked with pain again. She flinched repeatedly backwards into the chief and the cock that prodded her asshole, the thick head nudging at the tight little knotted ring of muscle, asking repeatedly to be let in, but restraining from entering her until Vicky
was willing.

  The belt struck again and again, moving agonisingly upwards, the lieutenant slicing it along the tender skin of Vicky’s inner thigh, the thick thuds landing ever closer to her pussy. She could feel the air rushing by from the belt. It felt as if she was hit with a bolt of lightning, shooting pain around the spot that it struck, the skin heated from the lash. She couldn’t stop her body from moving back and pressing herself against the chief’s cock head. But she was determined not to submit to the chief’s will, so she kept her asshole tightly clenched, refusing to relax and expand the ring and allow the chief to slip her a length of that delicious, but surely harmful, big Mordavian cock.

  Time after time the cock prodded her ring, and time after time Vicky pulled away, but the belt swung again and again, catching one thigh then the other with its painful lash, her body wracked by the intensity of the blows. She resisted opening up to him, but Vicky couldn’t stop the contractions of her buttocks as the belt scoured the tender flesh of her inner thighs. It was like her ass was clenching on an apple and massaging it between her cheeks.

  “Yes, my British whore, that feels so good. And I know you are enjoying it too. Your ass is on fire for me and now it is time to open up and welcome me to your body. Let me hear you say the words... ‘Please, sir! Please, my Mordavian master! Fuck your little British slut, fuck my ass with your beautiful cock and claim me as your property.’”

  “No, I can’t. I won’t,” hissed Vicky, though her agonised thigh flesh was begging her to concede and allow her asshole to be ravaged - let it suffer for a change.

  A signal from the chief and there was another blow, this time the belt missed Vicky’s pussy by a few millimetres.

  “The next one will be even higher unless you beg to be fucked now. Your cunt will relive its earlier agony – it may end up a mutilated mess. After that I’ll have little use for you, but I’ll still fuck you both ends before I hand you over to the executioner. There would be no joy in it for you... not like you know there could be if you only surrender to me now.”

  Vicky knew it was not an empty threat. Her pussy would be thrashed under the impact of the belt, and she would then get mercilessly fucked without a morsel of pleasure; then sentenced to hang – what a waste of her life that would be. Her mind flashed back to the earlier torture when her pussy was set on fire with the horror of electricity. She could not endure more similar agony. And the alternative was so enticing – to accept the chief: accept his cock, even though it would hurt – for with that pain she knew there could be so much pleasure; accept him as her master, become his whore slave – for in that there also could be so much pleasure – years of the most amazing fornication with two of the sexiest men alive.

  A few hours before, Vicky would have laughed at such a suggestion. But her spirit was broken, the chief had won his victory, and Vicky felt oddly relieved. So accepting her fate, resigned that she had no option and that honour was arguably spared, she shoved back, relaxing her anal sphincter, and attempted to impale herself on the chief’s massive phallus.

  “Ha! Oh no,” the chief laughed. “Not so easy. I need to hear you say it as well, my British whore.”

  “Please,” Vicky whispered, tears croaking her voice.

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me,” she sobbed out.

  “Not good enough,” teased the chief, revelling in the surrender. “You know what to say. I will give you one last chance.”

  “Please, sir... Please, my Mordavian master... Please fuck your little British whore slave up the ass... I want... I want your cock in me so much! Please fuck me now, pleeeeease!”

  “Fuck yourself on it. Take my cock up your ass and show me how much you want it in you. Ride my cock for your life, British whore.”

  Vicky was feeling devastated now - saying the words that she uttered between sobs had been the ultimate humiliation. She had braced herself for the agony of penetration, limply surrendering her body - yet it was not enough – he wanted more. He didn’t simply want to take her – he could have done that at any time – he didn’t simply want to hear her beg – he wanted her to actively accept and impale herself on his shaft – the ultimate surrender and acceptance of her role.

  “I’m waiting!” hissed Yuri Karinov. “...As is Dimitri! He is waiting anxiously to strike with the belt, hoping you give him the chance. Who are you going to satisfy, whore – the master, or his nephew? Decide now!”

  “You master,” Vicky whispered, her acceptance now total. Then she bit her lip and with stupendous willpower, forced herself to press back. She captured the big glans again between her cheeks, working it inside her wide spread crack and manoeuvring it to her hole.

  Rejoicing in his victory, the chief groaned behind her as he experienced the contractions of Vicky’s asshole, her buttocks crushing the head of his cock, like hundreds of fingers caressing his knob. Vicky kept shoving back now, feeling her asshole straining to open and take the big cock, the chief waiting patiently for her to accommodate his massive dick.

  Bracing herself, Vicky pushed back again. She could feel the big glans slip into her asshole, her anal ring slowly stretching wider. She moved her hips, almost pleading with her actions for him to stick his cock into her guts. He obliged her with a little pressure, and Vicky felt the gradual insertion of the chief’s manhood reaching deeper, her sphincter forced agonisingly aside by the brute strength of his penis, the head of his cock reaching higher into her rectum. Slowly it slid in, the tapered glans forcing its way through and spreading the ring impossibly wide. Vicky gasped, the pain of the stretch searing through her – she knew it was coming but she was still amazed at the extension forced on her muscle. Her agony was intense, yet still she continued to press behind her in acceptance of her fate.

  Then when she thought she could take no more, Vicky felt a sudden rush in her asshole, a blissful easing of pressure, the slippery head of the chief’s big phallus popping through the battered ring, filling her chute with the massive glans. Her sphincter muscle stretched tightly around the top of the shaft, capturing the mushroom head. It felt like a lump inside her, distending her so painfully. Vicky yelped then her rectum gripped the cock.

  “Ah, is my little British slut not happy now?” mocked Yuri, revelling in her surrender. “Are you happy that you have your Mordavian master’s cock inside you again? Does it not feel good? Tell me how it feels to have so thick a cock stretching your guts!”

  Vicky could only whimper in answer. She received a hard slap across her ear which made her clench all the harder on the big Mordavian dick.

  “Show me proper deference, British slut, and answer me when I question you, or I may yet give the order to have your cunt thrashed by the belt. Now what have you to say to me, my little cum-bucket whore slave?”

  “Thank you, master,” gushed Vicky. “Thank you for allowing me to take your cock inside my bottom.”

  “This is nothing,” laughed the chief. “A fraction of what I have! Now take me. Take all of your Mordavian master’s cock into your filthy British ass!”

  Vicky tried to force herself, but her body would not respond and willingly take on board more pain.

  “She defies me!” yelled out Yuri. “Whip her cunt. That will teach her a lesson!”

  Dimitri took the whip that was still draped over Vicky’s shoulder and proceeded to flog her pussy with carefully measured strokes. Vicky screamed out in tormented agony with the first blow, and instinctively jerked backwards, impaling herself fully on the chief’s massive member - his cock plunging into her rectum. She yelped again, her guts went into spasm, clamping around the enormous shaft and the huge bulbous glans at the end which felt like it was in Vicky’s stomach, so deep was the penetration. Dimitri struck her pussy again, and her body instinctively recoiled, pressing hard into the chief’s groin and writhing against him. Again and again Dimitri yielded the whip making Vicky dance in her bondage and sodomy.

  The chief gasped as Vicky’s rectum convulsed throughout her bea
ting, squeezing on his massive cock like a soft padded fist. He had to contain himself and not come straight away - the physical pleasure of Vicky’s ass was incredibly intense, as was his delight at this ultimate display of power, of his dominance over his new foreign slave.

  Then the chief gave in to his own animal needs. He would spend hours afterwards fucking Vicky, pleasuring his cock with lingering strokes – testing out her ass in every possible position and fucking her tortured cunt. But right now the beast in him needed satisfaction as it laid claim to its new possession.

  Signalling Dimitri to stop the flogging, the chief held Vicky by her hips and pulled his cock all the way out. It left Vicky’s body with a resonating plop. Then he positioned the big glans back at the entrance of Vicky’s ass and tested the sphincter out for resistance. The muscle had been stretched but it was still pleasantly tight and felt wonderful to the sensitive head as it pumped in and out of the hole, fucking the woman with nothing else. The chief revelled in this for a minute or two, but he had little will to hold back. The whole session had built up such a powerful need and the chief had to let everything rip.

  So with another mighty thrust he slammed back into her again. His cock was like a fist punching its way up. He reached round with both arms and claimed his prize and bit like a lion into the neck of his prey.

  Holding Vicky thus, the chief set off on his fuck. He withdrew his cock again and slammed it back in, marvelling at the feel of the girl’s delicious chute and the feel of her lovely ripe body. The chief bucked at Vicky repeatedly, driving his cock in and out of her ass, slapping hard into the woman’s battered buttocks, as he ploughed rampantly into her guts. And as he fucked Vicky relentlessly with his massive cock, the chief ravaged her suspended upper body with his powerful hands, tearing at her breasts and squeezing on her nipples, rubbing his palms over the plane of her stomach and down to her bloated, drizzling cunt.