Viktor took a warm beer from out of the case and pulled out a pack of saltines from a drawer. Feeding time, he thought to himself.
He pulled the cheap faded green curtain aside and scaled the dark stairway, the boards creaking miserably under his weight. When he reached the hallway, he turned right and entered the first door on the left.
“Here’s your supper,” he said to the young woman sitting on the side of the bed. She was pretty but haggard with dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a cream-colored camisole, pink panties and black stiletto heels. He walked over and handed her the beer and saltines. Viktor stared down at her pathetically as she took a huge gulp of Bud Light, tore open the saltine wrapper and wolfed down the contents in two bites.
“You know, you look like you might have gained some weight, Natasha. Maybe this beer isn’t such a good idea,” he said, grabbing the bottle out of her hand. He took a long swig and gargled then smacked her hard on the face.
“That’s for getting fat! And if you get any fatter, I’ll give you a lot more than that, bitch!”
Elena winced from the blow.
“I’m sorry, Viktor. But I don’t think I’ve gained any weight,” she said weakly, realizing immediately what she had just done.
Viktor slapped her again even harder, pushed her back onto the bed and straddled her. His face was only inches from hers and his breath reeked of cigarettes and beer.
“Listen you little bitch, don’t you fucking dare talk back to me! If I say you’re getting fat, you’re getting fat. Do I fucking make myself clear?”
Elena could barely breathe. Viktor was horribly obese and his fat ass was crushing her abdomen.
“Yes, I am sorry.”
Viktor grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. “I think it may be time for another training session, Natasha. You seem to be forgetting the chain of command here. Besides, I’m feeling horny now. Nothing like smacking a slut around some to get the old cock up!”
He rolled off of her and stood up, leering at her. “Take that shit off.”
Elena stood up long enough to slip out of her clothing then waited for Viktor’s next command.
Later, after he was finished with her, Viktor handed the tepid beer to Elena. “Here, drink this. I see now that you actually may have lost weight, Natasha! I don’t want to be able to see your ribs like that—makes you look sick like you’ve got AIDS or something. This is not good for business at all. Straighten that hair up—you look like shit! You’ve got three fellows coming up in about ten minutes and I want you to look your very best for them. They are going to all fuck you at the same time so I want you to show them what all you can do. And don’t you dare whine this time! You do what they want you to do and keep a smile on that pretty face of yours. If I hear that you didn’t comply, you will be very, very sorry. I will personally beat the mortal shit out of you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Viktor.”
He took a long look at her as he fastened his pants.
“Fucking slut,” he said on his way to the door.
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