Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (10 page)

“Take her in and hang her up!” the chief ordered, intent on
making a start, knowing that fun would definitely be his. He had
been down here before plenty of times! It was his favourite part of
the building.

Vicky was manhandled through the door and into the chamber
which was illuminated by flaming torches fixed along the walls. She
looked around the room with trepidation, her eyes first absorbing
the wealth of equipment on display, scary looking stuff which may
well have had a role to play in the Spanish Inquisition from the
antique appearance. There were stocks of varying design and a rack
which looked perfectly functional, a thick post with hooks that was
clearly meant for whipping and an ominous looking large wheel. Of
more modern design were a leather padded bondage table and a desk
with a couple of chairs.

Looking beyond this Vicky noted that the walls were adorned
with a range of instruments interspersed between the torches.
Hanging from wrought iron hooks were whips, canes, paddles,
floggers, straps, and crops of every description. There were glass
fronted cabinets at the bottom of the walls containing even more
hideous instruments of pain. One wall was different, however, for
in the centre of that, with a torch to each side, was fixed a
vertical X-frame rack which looked very frightening
indeed.

Compelled by a morbid curiosity, Vicky glanced up to the
ceiling. It was criss-crossed by thick wooden beams from which hung
a variety of chains, shackles, hooks, ropes, and pulleys. There was
also a metal bar on a chain with handcuffs at each end, and it was
to here that Vicky was directed.

One after the other her hands were cuffed then the bar was
hoisted using a pulley so that her arms were stretched painfully
upwards and the metal cuffs dug into her wrists. Her feet were
raised slightly off the ground, only the toe of her shoes made
contact with the dungeon floor.

The two policemen leered at her sadistically once they had got
her into position, and taking advantage, having been given
permission, they gratuitously groped Vicky’s tethered body: her
bosom was fondled, her nipples severely pinched; hands clutched
roughly at the swell of her ass, going under her dress to feel the
bare flesh; the same happened at her front, hands groping her cunt,
although her sex wasn’t entered as that wasn’t allowed – Yuri
having drawn a clear line for his men that fell short of
penetration.

With eyes wide open, Vicky watched as the two policemen
finally backed away and the chief came to stand before her. For the
first time she saw real anger on his face, which given her state of
helpless bondage, didn’t bode well in the slightest.

“I understand you made some complaint about your treatment,
Miss Fullerton. I think that was very foolish of you.”

“You bastard!” hissed Vicky, then she spat in his face – an
act of defiance she quickly regretted.

WHACK!

The blow came suddenly. Like a flash Vicky was struck hard
across the side of her face by the flat of the chief’s hand, her
head jolted to the side.

WHACK!

She was still reeling from the first strike when a second hit
her equally as hard, a backhanded blow to the other side spinning
her head in the opposite direction. Then a hand grabbed hold of the
top of her dress and pulled violently at the material ripping it
apart. The chief tore at the light cotton, pulling it from her
body, casting the rag aside, leaving Vicky in her bra and
panties.

“As I said, you have acted foolishly and will now pay for your
actions,” Yuri nonchalantly informed her. “This ‘old man’, as you
kindly called me, is going to teach you a lesson and instil some
respect... You will also confess to your crime!” he brightly added,
almost as an afterthought. “I have the document here on the desk.
You do not need to read it, just sign and admit to your wrong
doings.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Vicky replied, summoning up all the
courage she had left. “What is there to confess? I was given a
package and stupidly didn’t open it to see what was inside. I have
done nothing wrong.”

Yuri ran his hand over the swell of Vicky’s left breasts then
pulled on the cup of her bra so the breast popped out and hung
free. He toyed with her nipple, squeezing it to a pleasurable
degree, arousing it to hardness.

“The captain of the sailing boat has already admitted he gave
you the package when he took you out to sea four days ago,” Yuri
stated whilst toying with Vicky’s tit. “You were to deliver it to
his contact in London. Unfortunately that man has evaded the
British police who are not as efficient as my own hand picked
force. Your confession is waiting for your signature. Sign it now
and I will be lenient.”

“Never!” yelled Vicky.

The chief smiled at her defiance, savouring the challenge,
relishing the approach the young woman was adopting, for it would
add to his own sadistic pleasure as he wore her down and crushed
her will.

“An unfortunate response!” said Yuri. “This will pain me as
much as you, Miss Fullerton. But it is my duty to extract the
confession.
There are ways to make you
sign the document. This room has many devices that have proved
their worth in that respect over the years. Why endure the
pain?”

“I’m innocent and you know it.”

Yuri shrugged his shoulders at this piece of irrelevance.
“That is a matter between you and me only – for the rest of the
world, I need the confession.”

“Then you sure as hell aren’t getting it!”

The chief smiled at Vicky, delighted at the spirit she was
showing. Then
Yuri took out his penknife
from his pocket. He flicked it open and held it up to Vicky’s
cheek. The blade was slowly dragged along her skin with precision
force so that the flesh was grazed but did not cut, over her throat
then down her sternum between her heaving breasts. Building the
suspense, he held it there, twisting the blade then he jerked it
downward and cut through her bra. It split apart and Vicky’s other
breast spilled out. Then a few more slices and the bra was off her
– it fell to the ground as Vicky whimpered and sucked in some air.
It was the first breath she had taken since the knife made contact
with her skin.

“You will confess, Miss Fullerton. You will sign the document
and admit to your crime. And aside from that, as punishment for
your foolish accusations to my dear friend, Mr. Flashman, you will
beg me to fuck you... fuck you up the ass.
That part I’m sure will be an enormous pleasure for you, for
I know you have been anally penetrated before – though I would be
surprised if you have ever accommodated a cock such as mine in that
dark place. It will be an agony if I enter you brutally... Sign the
document then welcome me to your body and I will show mercy by
easing myself in... Oh, and I’ll also spare your life when it comes
to the sentencing. Trust me – I have the power to dictate what
happens in these cases. As I said to you yesterday – I am the Law
in Mordavia.”

“You sick bastard,” Vicky hissed in response. “Abuse me if
you want, but I will never beg you to do it.
And I will not sign that bloody
confession!
”

“We shall see.”

The chief burned his captive felon with the intensity of his
gaze as he said this, enjoying the challenge she was determined to
set. Then he leered at Vicky’s naked breasts and grinned as he
flicked a finger across a hardened Scottish nipple. Chuckling to
himself, please at Vicky’s obvious arousal, the chief turned and
melted into the shadows of the torture chamber to return a few
moments later with a variety of clamps in his hand and a short
multi-lashed whip draped casually over his broad shoulder. His
bare-chested lieutenant and the two police thugs stood eagerly
behind him leering at their stubborn victim.

“Strip her and shackle her legs,” ordered the chief; then
turning to his nephew he handed him the clamps. “Here Dimitri, I
shall give you the honour of assisting me. You know what to do with
these.”

The two police thugs carried out the chief’s order and pulled
off Vicky’s shoes then removed her panties. She struggled
throughout, determined to fight with every drop of energy, but her
existing bonds and the policemen’s greater strength made it
inevitable she ended up naked. When her panties were eventually
ripped from her body, the policemen both moaned when they saw her
naked shaved pussy, and roughly fingered her, spreading the lips
apart so they could gaze at her inner sex. Then they kicked Vicky’s
legs apart and shackled them at the ankles to metal rings that were
cemented in the floor. The task complete, they reluctantly withdrew
into the shadows of the chamber where they would watch the
proceedings, hoping to be called back into action again.

Yuri Karinov came and stood at Vicky’s side. He removed the
whip from his shoulder and ran the wooden handle along Vicky’s cunt
slit.

“Such a lovely little pussy,” he growled into her ear. “I
very much enjoyed playing with it yesterday: so moist and receptive
– snug and tight around my fingers. It handled the frigging well.
But do you think it could handle the entirety of my cock? Your
mouth and throat certainly managed to take it, so I reckon there’s
a good chance. Something we’ll know for sure before the day is
done...”

Yuri paused, allowing it to sink in – this clear an
unequivocal statement, that whatever happened, he was going to fuck
her. Vicky had known this was the case – of course he was going to
fuck her, but verbalising the fact made the reality so stark. Once
again the conundrum raged – fury versus the desire for consummation
with this man who now plagued her mind and inflamed her body -
hating him and wanting him, and having no control whatsoever over
what he might or might not do.

Yuri smiled, seeing all this. Like a fortune teller, he could
see the future – the only questions lay over the exact path she
would take: a thorny one by the looks of things – which was very
much to his tastes. As was the next topic he next
raised...

“...But what about your ass?” Yuri asked as he curled the
handle round between Vicky’s wide spread legs to prod at her
exposed anal pucker. “That might be a little trickier without a lot
of preparation... Confess now, and I promise to make the fuck
pleasurable for you. Beg me to bugger you, and I will do it
considerately. Beg me to take you as my enslaved whore as
punishment for your crime.”

“Go to hell!” Vicky hissed, now seeing the future as well –
he wanted to turn her into his sex slave! There was no chance she
would ever agree to that.

Yuri mockingly shook his head, knowing how wrong his prisoner
was. “Dear oh dear, such a silly young woman... Dimitri! Our guest
needs a little persuasion - go to work on her cunt.”

Yuri brought the whip handle back to the front as he said
this and forced the end into Vicky’s sex. He slid it in, her juices
easing the path, and fucked her gently for a moment, telling her
with his eyes as he stared her in the face that this was the sort
of consideration he meant. Due warning was then given when he
finished with a hard plunge that had Vicky gasping in frightened
shock – the other side of the coin he could flick, and one that was
best not provoked. Then he removed the improvised dildo and stood
further to Vicky’s side, bringing the handle of his whip up to her
nose to smear the prisoner’s nostrils with her own juices before
draping it back over his shoulder.

A moment later, Yuri’s bare-chested nephew was kneeling
before their victim. Dimitri took his time before setting about his
task, savouring the sight of Vicky’s naked pussy, caressing the
lips with his fingers and probing her sex that had just been
violated by an instrument of torture. Having absorbed the beauty
with his eyes again, he reminded his taste buds of the woman’s
flavour with a lingering lap at her juicy snatch, trailing his
tongue through the drizzling lips, finishing at her clit which he
gave a deftly flick. Having shown her his sample of the pleasurable
aspects of life in bondage, Dimitri then embarked on the less
agreeable side. He selected two small crocodile clamps with nasty
jagged teeth and secured them, one on each side of Vicky’s vulva,
gripping the folds of her labia. Vicky let out an agonised groan as
the clamps pinched her tender puffy f
lesh
– the pain all the worse for having been earlier aroused. These
Karinov men really knew what they were doing – poor Vicky didn’t
stand a chance!

“Is that painful, Miss Fullerton?” asked Yuri. “Do you wish me
to order a halt to the proceedings? A simple act of confession will
suffice, and of course a request for me to fuck your lovely
ass.”

“Fuck your own ass, bastard! Or get pretty boy here to do it
for you.”

“Dear, dear!” mocked Yuri, enjoying himself enormously. “Such
unbecoming language... Dimitri, the foul mouthed tramp wishes for
you to continue. I believe she has taken a liking to what you are
doing.”

Dimitri was delighted at the woman’s obstinacy - it would mean
he could torture her all the more. He hated it when they caved in
too easily. Smiling to himself, Dimitri fastened a chain with a
hook at the end to each of the clamps. The extra weight made Vicky
groan again as her labia were stretched and pulled downward. Then
to each hook, Dimitri added a small weighted ring, pulling on the
chains and in turn pulling on the clamps, stretching Vicky’s labia
further, making her groan with the increasing pain. She struggled
for a moment to change her position in a futile attempt to escape
the agony, but the movement only made things worse, swaying the
chains and pulling on her labia even further.