Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (11 page)

“Are you trying to stimulate yourself, Miss Fullerton?” asked
a mocking chief of police. “Are you taking pleasure from this
supposed punishment? That will never do! Dimitri, the slut is
enjoying herself! Add more weight!”

Dimitri happily added another weighted ring to each hook,
stretching Vicky’s labia to an even more agonising degree. She let
out a scream then clamped her mouth shut so as not to give these
bastards the satisfaction of hearing her pain. Inspired by her cry,
Dimitri added another weight and Vicky screamed again despite her
determination to remain silent.

“Dimitri, I think another clamp is in order, don’t you?”
suggested Yuri once the shrieking ended.

Dimitri let out a sadistic laugh. He knew exactly what his
uncle intended. Eager to comply, he selected the smallest of his
clamps, a spring one with padded jaws; then he parted Vicky’s
already clamped labia and found her hooded clit. He flicked the
little bud with the tip of his finger, coaxing it to harden for him
then gently he attached the padded clamp to the flesh. He could
hear from above him the sound of a deep throated groan – a woman’s
questionable pleasure mingled with her definite pain. The process
was then repeated – a chain with a hook and some weighted rings,
pulling and stretching Vicky’s sensitive clitoris to the point
where she was about to pass out.

Yuri Karinov had watched on, enjoying her suffering, and the
battle she fought to control her screams. But as Dimitri continued
with his work, Yuri could see Vicky’s growing distress and the
black cloud that was threatening to smother her mind and take her
temporarily beyond their torture. That was not something Yuri
wished. The girl had more spirit than he had imagined. This would
take more than just physical pain to bring her to
subjugation.

“Dimitri! Remove the weights. Do so slowly. Let her recover a
little.”

The nephew complied, saddened that this part of the torture
was over and that the woman had not submitted to their will, but
pleased even more that another phase would be required before any
fucking took place. Dimitri liked to fuck the girls, he liked to
fuck them a lot, but he liked to torture them even more.

But it was his uncle who now took over, a true expert in the
art of inflicting pain, and Dimitri made way for him, the nephew
always happy to watch and learn. Yuri Karinov allowed Vicky a few
minutes to regain a degree of composure and for her body to
acclimatise itself to the level of pain inflicted by the three
clamps that remained un-weighted on her sex. Then when he was
satisfied that his victim was ready to take more, he stood in front
of Vicky and started on her tits.

There was no sudden move to inflict more torture - instead the
chief went in the opposite direction. He selected her left breast
to pleasure with his mouth and the right to caress with his hand.
He licked and nipped the left nipple, and rubbed and pinched the
right, finding a perfect balance of sensuality that had Vicky
silently groaning in delight. Then to add to her pleasure, Yuri
fingered her pussy, gently tapping on the clamps to send
orgasmic-like shivers through her body.

For Vicky, it was such an infuriatingly delicious sensation to
be worked on by a master of technique, after the agony she had
endured at his command. She was helpless to resist him, bound and
shackled as she was. She hated the man with a passion, yet that
hatred could not suppress the arousal he elicited with his deftly
work, which made her hate him all the more, and all the more
responsive to his actions.

And there it was - the conundrum again. Plenty of men had
pleasured her in the past, but never with her in such a submissive
role, which somehow seemed to heighten the eroticism. And even more
perversely, the pain she had been forced to endure in her cunt, the
memory of which still lingered, somehow heighten the pleasure she
took from Yuri’s despised, but sensuous work. Was this the life he
threatened, Vicky had cause to wonder – was this extreme of
stimulation one of the aspects he proposed by turning her into his
sex slave. Would it be so bad to know such regular bliss, even if
the price was slavery and pain?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Of course it was unacceptable – she could never
agree to a deal like that. Determined to resist, Vicky tried to
block it out, she tried to force the hate she felt and make it
override all other things. But the more she fought – the more
intense the mix of emotions and sensations became, and just as Yuri
had done to her the day before, Vicky was being brought to a climax
which she sorely resented, yet loved at the same time. Her mind was
too awash with sensations to rationalise what was happening, but
this punctuating of pain with pleasure, fanned by the flames of
hate and desire, made the pleasure so much more intense. And sick
as it was, nothing had ever aroused Vicky so much.

The chief of police knew exactly what he was doing, and
understood what Vicky was going through. And it amused him to give
such intensity of pleasure, but his reasons were a little more
perverse. Pleasure and pain, they complimented each other so well.
But not only did the pain make the pleasure more intense – it also
worked the other way round. The bitch would suffer all the more
when Yuri decided to flick the coin.

A master of control who had tamed countless women, Yuri moved
from one breast to another, so that he feasted sensuously on them
both with his mouth and caressed them both with his hands, all the
while pleasuring her pussy with his other hand. Skilled as he was,
it didn’t take long before he had Vicky groaning, despite her
resolve to resist. Her determination was admirable, but she was
soon wilting under his surprising ability to pleasure a woman
gently. Her skin became flushed and her cunt truly gushed, unable
to deny its intense gratification. Yuri built her up with his
tongue and his touch until Vicky was on the verge of massive climax
– all the stronger for having tried to hold it back. He could sense
that her whole body was about to explode. One hard bite at a
nipple, one hard flick at her clit and the bitch would career over
the edge.

It was then that Yuri Karinov backed away, leaving her
teetering without pushing her over.

Vicky looked at him, she was gasping, her carnal hunger etched
undeniably on her face; then in an instant her expression turned to
one of pure fury. The bastard had brought her right to the edge,
her cunt was bloated and drizzling despite the agony of its clamps.
She hated the bastard, but he drove her wild, and she was desperate
to be finished off. And now he was staring at her, smirking with
self-satisfied glee – so sure of himself and the arousal he had
caused. Vicky’s loathing of the chief increased by a magnitude
untold, her eyes burned with molten rage for the humiliation he was
pouring down on her defenceless manipulated body.

“Shall I fuck you now, Miss Fullerton?” taunted Yuri. “I know
your cunt is ready for my cock, but what about your ass, because
that’s what you must give? Would you like me to put my cock inside
it? Let me hear you say the words: ‘Fuck me, fuck my ass! Please
fuck me and make me come as you bugger my filthy bum.’”

“I’ll see you in hell first!” Vicky snapped – hating him and
wanting him but refusing to surrender.

Yuri let out a laugh. By God, she was incredible. And by God
she was going to suffer.

Yuri snapped his fingers and a moment later Dimitri was beside
him, a selection of more clamps in his hands. The chief chose two
and approached Vicky again and snapped the crocodile clips onto her
rock hard nipples. Ominously, wires trailed from each one. The
chief then attached some wires to the chains dangling from Vicky’s
pussy.

Yuri wondered if this would be enough. The agony would be
intense, her surrender inevitable, yet somehow he wasn’t satisfied.
He went off into the darkness then returned a moment later with a
metal dildo which had a wire clipped to it at the end. This device
he inserted into Vicky’s pussy, forcing it all the way in her,
using her copious cunt juice for lubrication, until it pressed
against her cervix. He had considered shoving one up her ass as
well, but decided he wanted to keep that pure and tight until she
begged him to violate her with his cock. Yuri finally attached the
wires to a small generator. Vicky’s next round of torture was about
to begin.

“So, Miss Fullerton, I have toyed with you enough. I will have
your confession then I will have your ass. Both will be given to
me, though considering your current state of decoration, it would
be safer for me to take one at a time. Let’s have the confession
first.”

Yuri flicked on the switch and set the various dials on the
generator to the lowest setting. A mild crackling sound was heard
in the chamber then Vicky let out a pant of panic. It was the shock
of the shock rather than the intensity of the current that made her
huff and puff. Her nipples and her pussy lips, her clit and her
vagina all tingled as the electricity flowed through them and then
it was suddenly cut off.

“That was level one, Miss Fullerton. There are five more
levels to go. It would amuse my men if I were to take you through
them, but is it really necessary? I have the document here – agree
to sign it then we can move on to some fucking. You know deep down
you want my cock inside you. Why deny yourself the
pleasure?”

“No! No! AHHHHHHH!” screamed Vicky as the switch was flicked
on again and one of the dials turned to level two.

The pain was only on her nipples, spreading to hers breasts -
an intense fiery tingling on her sensitive buds. Vicky jerked
around in her bondage. It felt like she was being stabbed with
needles. She squirmed and writhed, struggled to get
free.

“Stop! Please, stop!” she yelled.

Yuri flicked the switch off and watched as Vicky hung limp
from her cuffs, her body glistening with sweat as it tried to douse
the fire of her torture.

“Are you ready to sign the confession?”

“Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded.

“Level three then,” announce Yuri. “Or should I stay at level
two and apply th
e current to your cunt?
The lips perhaps - or maybe the clit! No! Internally I think! Let’s
electrify that dildo! Are you ready for the blast?”

“STOP!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!” screamed Vicky, the threat being
more than enough. “I’ll sign your confession.
PLEEEEEASE!!!”

“Are you certain, Miss Fullerton? I do not wish to have to
attach you to this apparatus again. You are certain you will
sign?”

“Yes,” whimpered Vicky.

Yuri switched off the generator. Only then did Vicky break
down and cry hysterically. She cried the tears of a defeated woman.
Yuri Karinov watched her as she sobbed.

‘Defeated, but not yet broken,’ thought Yuri as he toyed with
the whip that still lay draped over his shoulder. ‘This leather
will still be needed before she welcomes me to her body and accepts
her enslavement. But welcome me she will. I will make her my whore
before this day is through... and then tomorrow I will make a whore
of her virginal sister!’

Chapter
7

Vicky had thought her torment was over when she was released
from her bondage and painful clamps, and was brought to the desk
where a typed document lay. She signed without reading, knowing
there was little point in refusing. There was no way she could
endure more of the electrical torture. People would realise she had
signed it under duress; surely the document was meaningless. At
least that was the hope that she clung to as she signed the
confession then sank to her knees in total exhaustion at the feet
of her tormentor.

Yuri inspected the signature and compared it against her
passport. The hand was a little shaky, but it was clearly the same.
Even a British court would accept this as a legitimate signed
confession should he ever find the need to produce it. A Mordavian
court would accept what Yuri told them to - this document was not
required for them. It was needed to silence public opinion outside
his jurisdiction if Vicky Fullerton’s arrest was ever to be made
known. And much more importantly, it was needed to assist in his
cunning plan which would lead to the conquest of the other Miss
Fullerton.

Satisfied, Yuri locked the confession in the drawer of the
desk then returned his attention to Vicky. He gathered a clump of
her sweat drenched blonde hair and pulled her head backwards to
face him.

“So, Miss Fullerton, you eventually saw sense. All the
suffering you chose to endure, however, and it was so unnecessary.
I trust we can now agree to proceed with the other part of this
session without the need for further coercion.”

“What? What are you talking about?” asked Vicky.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Fullerton. I thought I had
made that clear. I’m going to fuck your sweet British ass, and I
want to hear you beg me to do it. No resistance – I want you to
welcome me to your body like a proper slave should.”

“
Oh God, no! You can’t be serious,” Vicky replied, her voice
croaking with despair at this repeated statement of the chief’s
intent to enslave her.

“Oh I’m very serious, Miss Fullerton. Now that you have
confessed, your life is mine to do as I chose with. And the good
news is - I have decided to spare you the horror of hanging and
make you my slave whore instead. It will be a relatively short
sentence, in the pleasant surroundings of my country estate - much
shorter than you would spend in our nightmarish prison if a judge
was to get involved and allowed to spare your life. Five years
would seem fair if you were to serve me well - after that you would
be released, assuming you wanted to go. You might be surprised to
know that not every woman does.”