by Dan Bruce
Flesh slapped against tender bruised flesh, and hands ravished tender damaged skin as the chief plundered Vicky’s battered chute, rutting her like some primal beast. He thrust his cock into her with unrelenting ferocity, his actions becoming wilder and losing all rhythm. The chief was grunting as he plundered Vicky’s ass, humping her manically getting lost in her flesh - deeper and deeper, faster and faster, louder and louder as he drove the fuck home.
Then hollering out loud like the king of beasts he was, the chief felt the blissful tightening of his huge swinging balls. He yelled again, splitting the air with his screech then he made his final plunge into the depths of Vicky’s bowels and shot out a bucket load of cum. He halted for a second as that first wave of orgasm flooded his body, and that first wave of spunk flooded Vicky’s guts; then with another triumphant yell, the chief was off again, jerking and pumping as spunk coursed through his massive cock and fired its way out in powerful spurts deep inside Vicky’s rectum.
The chief carried on fucking her long after he was spent. Holding her tight and savouring the ass as his still hard cock luxuriated in the flesh and the glow of receding climax. Then after an eternity of this sensual bliss, the chief slowly withdrew.
Vicky let out a deep a groan as the chief emptied her of cock, leaving only his copious release behind to dribble out her gaping asshole. Her guts were pulsating from the shafting she had received – painful at first – a pain that lessened but never quite left – but that only added to the glory of the pleasure that came once she totally surrendered to the massive dick. Vicky had never known suck an amazing ass fuck – the chief had been an animal, a beast satisfying its passion, and showing little in the way of consideration. But none had been needed. Vicky had fought the good fight, she had valiantly resisted, but when the surrender came it was so wonderfully given. The chief had called her a slave and Vicky knew it was true. She was a slave to that cock and hungered for it again.
But Vicky’s sexual bliss was far from over. As the chief leisurely stroked his still hard dick, he yelled out to his nephew who had watched this with a massive grin on his handsome face.
“Now you fuck her, Dimitri! Fuck my whore’s ass and add your spunk to mine.”
Within seconds of knowing the agony of being deprived the chief’s dick, Vicky’s chute was filled again with another fine portion of hard Karinov meat. Dimitri rammed his cock all the way in her, sliding it along the well stretched track. He grabbed hold of Vicky’s ass cheeks and clawed them viscously as he thrust all the way into her. Her ass now accustomed having been screwed by the uncle – with this penetration Vicky knew only pure pleasure. She groaned as blissful waves pulsed through her body.
A moment later Vicky knew further joy as the chief came before her and grinned at her sex flushed face. He fingered her aching cunt, drowning the woman in further extremes. Then holding his cock at the base he rode her slit with his glans before plunging it in, impaling her fully. Stuffed front and back by more cock than she ever imagined she could handle, Vicky screeched and her body spasmed. The blissful waves turned into tsunami type breakers and washed her away with the most massive orgasm any girl had a right to hope for. It ran and ran as the Karinovs started to fuck her – one up the ass, the other up her cunt – the cocks sliding inside her and against each other with only thin membrane between them – utterly fulfilling, scandalously filthy – the uncle and nephew working in tandem. If this was her new life then she was one lucky, lucky, bitch!
“As you can see, Miss Fullerton – I have a voracious appetite when it comes to sex,” the chief growled after a few minutes – his rock solid cock testament to that fact as it rutted away at her pussy. “You will be part of a harem for the next few years, but you will never feel deprived having to share me with other women. I am cursed with an affliction beyond my size – I need to empty my balls several times a day, and like to make an event out of each occasion. And with Dimitri as well having the same sort of hunger – the harem gets regularly serviced. This body of yours will know such joy – extremes of pleasure you never thought possible... but only if you behave and obey me to the letter.”
“I will, master,” moaned Vicky, as another orgasm flooded her body – the promise of his words and the feel of those cocks toppling her over again. She didn’t care anymore if this was hideously wrong – it felt so bloody good right that moment. Her body was in agony, but it was in delirium as well. The feel of both men’s broad manly chests pressed into her skin - and the arms that bound her in a delicious embrace. And those cocks, those cocks, those beautiful big cocks! Two incredible towers of penile wonder fucking her cunt and her ass – and they would do so again and again and again. Of the Karinov virility, she had no doubts.
Did her climax ever end? Vicky couldn’t be sure. But it was such a continuous sexual high she experienced after those incredible lows. She screeched as they fucked her – she screeched with whorish joy. These bastards could yield such evil harm, but what bliss they could give as well! She screamed and screamed as they fucked and fucked. Then the torture chamber was a chorus of primal yells as her ongoing climax reached another level when both men came inside her at the same time. Karinov spunk flooded her ass to mix with the Karinov sperm already there. And Karinov spunk flooded her cunt as Yuri unleashed his second load inside her.
The three writhed in a heap of orgasmic flesh – climatic union, so raw and intense. Vicky quivered and groaned and the men pumped and moaned – drawing out the bliss, riding its wave. Then slowly calmness came. Still impaled by flesh and squashed by more, Vicky head slumped down onto Yuri’s shoulder.
“Thank you, master,” she whispered.
They were the honest words of a grateful slave who had totally surrendered her body and soul, and now knew the meaning of submissive joy.
Chapter 8
Natalie Fullerton sat gazing at the sheets of paper she held in her shaking hand - tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She had read the document twice, stared at the signature and knew it to be Vicky’s - yet still she could not credit that this thing was real.
“What does this mean?” she asked in a quivering voice.
“It means that your sister is in a lot of trouble, but you are now free to go. She has accepted full responsibility. I believe that it was her fear for your well being that prompted her to make the confession.”
Natalie looked at David Flashman who sat across from her at the interview room table. She heard his words but still they made no sense.
“She must have been forced into signing this. I can’t believe that Vicky would do such a thing.”
“I spoke to her myself this morning. She has withdrawn her wild accusations of yesterday and now seems fully repentant for her stupidity. Thankfully I held back from notifying the ambassador of her ridiculous claims. It could have caused a lot of ill feelings between our two countries if such nonsense was to surface in the gutter press.”
“And what will happen to her?”
“There will probably be a trial. Almost certainly I would say. Sadly, I had no option but to confront Chief Karinov about her claims of ill treatment and... And those other foul inventions she described to me. He was far from happy, as you can imagine. I believe he will press for the maximum penalty.”
“Death by hanging!” yelped Natalie. “No! He can’t do that... not if Vicky has confessed. I remember the nice young lieutenant saying to me that a confession would almost certainly save Vicky’s life.”
“No doubt it would have, and it still will count in her favour, but Chief Karinov’s honour has been offended - and offending a man’s honour is not something that is taken lightly in this part of the world. It was my fault really - I should have held back and waited before confronting the chief, but your sister was so insistent that her story be made public – I had to challenge him to gauge his reaction.”
“No, please do not blame yourself,” replied Natalie, her spirits sinking with the horror of the situation, then suddenly a ray of light was seen a
nd seized upon. “You said that the case may go to trial. Is there a possibility that it may not?”
“A very slim one, especially now,” said David Flashman, twisting awkwardly in his chair. “But yes, the law here can be circumvented. One man has the power to decide on clemency were a confession has been made and the criminal is truly repentant. The crime has not yet been made public, so no example needs to be made. Of course I will have to notify the ambassador very soon, and your parents will have to be informed – then it will be too late - a trial will be inevitable and I fear an example will be made.”
“But one man could stop it – one man could save Vicky’s life,” Natalie gushed. “Who - the President?”
David Flashman let out a guffaw of laughter at the ludicrousness of the idea. “Good heavens! No, my dear girl - this is not the United States of America. This is Mordavia, where real power is held by men, not by titles – the gift of clemency lies with the chief of police – the very man whose honour your sister has offended. Now if you will excuse me, I need to go and make some arrangements for your return to Britain - and I suppose I had best speak to the ambassador. Your parents have already been in contact with the embassy asking what is happening – he needs to be briefed.”
“Please, Mr. Flashman, could you hold off for a few hours? Perhaps something can still be done to win clemency. Do you think the chief of police would agree to see me?”
David Flashman looked at the girl - she was so naive and innocent. For a second he fought with a conscience that had long ago lost the war then batted it back down into the depths of his corruption. “I very much doubt it. Unless...”
“Unless what?” pleaded Natalie.
“You could appeal to his nephew – the nice young lieutenant you referred to. He may be able to intercede on your behalf. It would be worth a try.”
“Yes, could I see him?” asked Natalie, her excitement rising.
“I do believe I saw him earlier - he may still be around. I will ask for you. But are you sure you would not prefer to come to the embassy with me now? These are hardly very pleasant surroundings for a young woman such as yourself.”
“No, thank you, Mr. Flashman. If it is not too much trouble, I will stay here until the lieutenant can spare the time to see me.
Natalie waited in the interview room for almost an hour, her mind spinning with the enormity of what had happened. Vicky had confessed – she had been approached by the captain of the sailing boat and was to be paid £10,000 for carrying the drugs into Britain – enough to pay off her student debts - it was too tempting to resist. And now she faced the death penalty for a stupid impulsive act, and only one man could save her – the chief of police.
What would it take to persuade such a man to show clemency to Vicky, she wondered? He had power and he had wealth and he had honour which had been offended - and all Natalie had were her tears and arguments he would probably not listen to. Then as despair washed over her, despair so great that even the prospect of seeing the handsome lieutenant again could not fight off, she remembered how the chief had reacted when he had inspected her sex. He had touched her with such tenderness, almost with respect. She blanched at the memory, the horror of the moment, but she forced herself to be strong – Vicky’s life was at stake – she had to be strong.
Yes, Natalie realised she had something she could offer the chief, something she knew that he valued. Vicky had made her confession to protect her sister, and if need be Natalie would pay her back - if only she could get to the chief.
Towards the end of that hour of soul searching and imaginings concerning the Mordavia’s chief of police, Dimitri Karinov entered the interview room. He was looking very splendid in his full ceremonial uniform, which he was wearing for no other reason than to impress a young woman, who was feeling vulnerable, and in need of knight in shining armour – this modern day equivalent came pretty close – at least on the surface he did.
Natalie was awestruck when she saw Dimitri – her handsome lieutenant whose reputation was now supposedly redeemed, and who looked all the more dashing as a result. Natalie stood up to greet him and put out her hand. It seemed so natural that the lieutenant took it and pulled Natalie forward to give her a hug. The world seemed a better place in the arms of the lieutenant, and Natalie didn’t even flinch when Dimitri’s hand drifted down and rested on her ass.
Then showing proper respect and amazing restraint, Dimitri broke the embrace. He sat down at the table and set about his task. Of course he played the part to perfection. The man was charming and sympathetic, he flirted outrageously. He listened to Natalie’s concerns for her sister, and shook his head despairingly when they considered her plight.
“Has anything been made public as yet?” Natalie asked, dreading what the answer might be.
“Not yet - my uncle is a very busy man,” replied Dimitri, his face a mask of feigned concern. “The case troubles him - he fears a negative reaction from the international community. But our laws on drug trafficking are very clear. He has decided to wait until tomorrow before announcing the arrest and the confession to the press.”
“Then there is a chance!” exclaimed Natalie.
“A chance? A chance for what?” replied Dimitri, having to bite his lip to stop him from laughing – the girl was putty in his hands.
“That he may keep this quiet and show clemency. He has that power, does he not?”
“Well, yes. I suppose he does. In very rare situations in the past, my uncle has acted on his own without referring the case to the courts. Not something that some people approve of: allowing one man to have such power. But my uncle uses it for the good.”
“And he could use it here,” gushed Natalie, laying her hand on Dimitri’s hand which rested on the table, clutching it in encouragement.
Dimitri covered her hand with another and patted it in sympathy as he pretended to consider his answer. “I think that unlikely. Your sister has not helped her cause at all. Uncle Yuri was most hurt by her tales of abuse.”
“Perhaps I could plead her case. Do you think he might see me - see me today before he makes the press announcement?”
Dimitri appeared to give this more careful consideration. He looked at Natalie, concealing his glee that she was falling so easily into the trap. He shook his head, he feigned despair. He hammed it up like a bad Shakespearean actor, and Natalie swallowed it hook, line and sinker. Then at last he made a suggestion.
“It would be impossible for him to see you today. He has already left for the north of the country where a shooting has taken place. A man has been seriously injured and my uncle is deeply concerned that firearms are once again appearing in our towns. But he will be returning later... perhaps... but no, it would not be proper.”
Natalie’s grip on Dimitri’s hand tightened in desperation - she looked imploringly into his handsome face. “No, please! If there is a chance I could speak to him, then I would gladly take it.”
Dimitri absorbed her pleading sapphire eyes, revelling in their liquid beauty then he sprang the trap firmly closed. “Perhaps an audience could be arranged for tonight. He will be staying at his quarters here in the prison. I think he is dining with some German dignitary, but it is possible he may agree to see you afterwards. Would you be prepared to meet him at such a late hour?”
“Would you be there?” asked Natalie, a little afraid of the idea of being alone with the chief, although it fitted perfectly with her own ultimate plan if she was forced to execute it.
“I’m afraid not. I am to attend a function tonight, so you would have to meet him alone - unless someone from the British embassy was prepared to attend with you.”
“No! That would not be necessary!” replied Natalie drawing in a deep breath, her resolve firmly set. “If the chief would be so kind as to entertain me, then I would be delighted to meet him on my own.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” said Dimitri, withdrawing his hands.
“You are very kind, thank you,” concluded Natalie, a
s she withdrew her own hands from the table and placed them on her lap, subconsciously protecting a treasure that was already stolen in all but the physical taking.
Chapter 9
Natalie remained at the prison for the rest of the day, although she was allowed to go out to the courtyard to walk around and read her book rather than stay in her cell. She could have gone to the British embassy if she had wished, but she did not want to get them further involved. So far, only David Flashman knew the details of Vicky’s crime, and he had agreed to wait until the morning before reporting to the ambassador, who would then have no choice but to make the situation known abroad. That was as much as Natalie could hope for, after then it would hardly matter as it would be too late to recover the situation. Dimitri had returned a few hours later to inform Natalie that a press conference had been called by the chief of police for ten o’clock the following morning. That was her deadline, after then it would be for the Mordavian courts to decide Vicky’s fate.
But the good news was that Dimitri had managed to convince his uncle to see Natalie that evening. It would be frightfully late, half past ten at the earliest, but he would spare her a few minutes. A police officer would collect her from her cell and take her to the chief then return her to the cell where she had elected to spend the night. Dimitri was also kind enough to bring Natalie her luggage, the contents newly laundered and pressed, so she could have some fresh clothes for the occasion.
It was with enormous regret that she bid him goodbye with another hug that went way beyond official comforting. Natalie rested her head on Dimitri’s broad manly chest, and Dimitri rested his hand on Natalie’s ass, but did not take any further liberties beyond a gentle caress of the full round swell. Natalie could feel the stirring of Dimitri’s sex, and she herself was responding in kind with moistness and warmth between her legs. But the lieutenant did not try to force the situation – he simply held Natalie tight for an inordinate amount of time then kissed her on the brow before taking his leave.
