Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (14 page)

“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 She has withdrawn her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 and 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, as 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.

‘If only...’ Natalie had thought once Dimitri had gone.
‘Another time, another place - perhaps you could have been the
one.’