Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (16 page)

He heard her whimper as he gathered the material and pulled it
tight then ripped the cotton apart so her panties fell as a
tattered rag on the floor. Having bared them beneath the dress,
Yuri massaged her ass cheeks; they felt almost boyish when compared
to her sister’s much fuller and riper buns. He centred a finger
over her tight little pucker, it yielded not a fraction. Yuri let
out a grunt full of self-satisfaction.

Returning his hands down the back of Natalie’s legs, Yuri
edged them further and further apart until he reached the ankles.
By now they were perfectly positioned on the cross and he buckled
each ankle into the cuffs at the bottom, securing his sacrificial
virgin into a taut spread-eagled position.

The job done, Yuri stood up and took a step back to admire the
bound vision. Natalie’s youthful body with its slender limbs so
elegantly spread - her face a picture of terrified innocence, her
long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders to fall onto her
small but perfect breasts which were contoured by her satin
dress.

“So, Miss Fullerton, you wished to plea for your sister. Then
I bid you begin.”

Natalie was too terrified to respond, she just gazed at the
chief wondering what he had in mind for her. Her vague notion of
having sex with him, much as he had teasingly described, a quick
deflowering on a comfortable bed, was like a mist that had
evaporated with the dawn.

“You seem to have lost the power of speech, Miss Fullerton. I
want to hear you beg.”

“Please, please, spare my sister.”

“I told you before - no argument will win me over. I want you
to beg me sincerely to take you and make you mine. I suggest you
start with the removal of your dress.”

Natalie just gazed at him as the reality sunk in. She was
going to be deflowered, and she must welcome the act – but how
could that be when she hated the man for contriving the situation.
And what did he mean by making her his? How far would this go? How
much must she sacrifice to save Vicky’s life?

“The sands of time are running fast, Miss Fullerton - and my
tolerance is wearing thin.”

“Please, please take off my dress,” she bleated, seeing no
other option but to give the chief what he wanted – at least in
body if not in soul.

Yuri noted the compliance – another step towards surrender.
But more would be needed before she was properly enslaved like her
sister now was. He took another small one, electing to fall short
of being named her master, for the moment at least. “From now on
your will refer to me as ‘sir’. Is that clear?”

Natalie gulped. “Yes, sir,” she answered, which came
surprisingly easy – certainly a lot easier than the words that
followed. “Please, sir, remove my dress.”

Chief Karinov smiled at her progress then he walked away into
the shadows of the chamber. He returned carrying an enormous steel
knife.

Natalie went rigid; her breath tearing in and out of her in
broken gasps. She stared at the knife with wide frightened eyes,
but Yuri only smiled in response, teasingly stroking the blade with
his fingers to heighten her distress. Then he stepped closer and
held the blade before her liquid eyes. He ran it flat across her
moistened cheek then dragged it down before inserting it into the
low neckline of her dress. Natalie’s breath froze with the cold
metal against her skin, and she trembled as Yuri drew the blade
slowly down the centre of the thin satin garment. The fabric tore
easily, slicing through the middle, the end of the blade only
millimetres from her skin. She sensed its deathly presence as it
passed between her breasts, over her stomach and the slit of her
pussy, then quickly flicked between her legs to complete the
dastardly deed. She was left semi-clad with two flaps of satin
barely covering her modesty. Yuri took them in his hands and pulled
them gently apart, exposing Natalie’s naked body.

Yuri stood back again and purred at the sight. Her
helplessness was intoxicating. He devoured her with his coal black
eyes - her long flowing blonde hair, her petite girlish breasts
with their coral coloured nipples, identical in shade to her
sister’s, the plane of her golden tanned stomach and the little
thatch of fair hair at the top of her thighs which was surrounded
by a triangle of white to highlight her sex. How could he resist
such a treasure for long? But he forced a restraint, relishing this
game that could only have one winner.

“I believe it is customary in your country to say something
when a request has been met,” mocked Yuri. “You British are forever
gushing with them.”

Natalie swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. To
be naked and helpless before him was galling enough. This was
excruciating for her pride, yet she forced out the
words.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for removing my dress and exposing
me.”

“And what would you like me to do now, Miss
Fullerton?”

Natalie let out a little sob. The humiliation was almost
unbearable, but she saw no alternative. “Please touch me,
sir.”

“Where?”

Natalie shivered again. The indignity of the situation was
insufferable. She was being forced to guide her seducer, to ask him
to pleasure her as if it was her own true will – which in an odd
warped way it was. She wanted this trade off - but by God was he
extracting his pound of flesh!

Natalie shuddered at the horror of it all; then in a croaking
voice made her request.

“Please touch my breasts, sir.”

Natalie’s entire body trembled as Yuri reached out a hand and
began to caress her skin. He cupped her right breast in his left
hand and ran his fingers over the taut nipple, forcing a gasp from
between Natalie’s clenched teeth. In his right hand, Yuri still
held the knife and he drew patterns over her left breast, scraping
the flesh without breaking the skin. He circled the small coral
areola, spiralling ever closer to the nipple which stood proudly
erect in defiance of the threat.

“May I?” asked the chief.

Natalie cringed - her mind was drowning, for she knew fine
well what he was asking of her. She tensed, her head arched back,
her eyes tightly closed then the words escaped her
mouth.

“Yes, sir,” she replied. “Accept my offering.”

The cut was quick and stung for only a fraction of a second. A
searing bolt that shot from her breast and exploded in a flash of
blinding light in her brain then cleared to leave only a trembling
relief. Her breathing came in tremulous pants as she absorbed the
enormity of the moment.

Yuri watched as the globule formed just above her nipple, a
slowly expanding sphere of glistening scarlet on a trembling
background of pink. He watched as the sphere turned into a drop, a
red tear to match the silver that fell from her eyes. The coral of
her nipple absorbed the shade she oozed and Yuri looked in awe at
the beauty of her nature: the organic kaleidoscope of her breast.
Golden tanned skin surrounding a triangle of milky white, coral
pink circle and scarlet red bud.

Yuri leaned over and suckled on her. He suckled her blood, the
single drop she had shed – the prelude to a more precious offering
that would follow.

Natalie shuddered when Yuri’s lips gently touched her breast
and his tongue caressed her nipple with its tip, sensuously
circling it to claim his prize. The brief moment of pain and terror
she had known was suddenly converted to such beautiful relief, her
whole being erupted at the intensity of the thrill. Her mind
somehow escaped her bondage as she ascended to another plain. She
was totally helpless at the mercy of an abuser, and her mind soared
at the wonder of the moment – never had she known such exquisite
pleasure as waves of pure bliss pulsed through her body. Then
reality came crashing down – she was totally helpless at the mercy
of an abuser, and her body suddenly tensed!

Yuri noted the change with expert ease – he had straddled that
line for many a long year – the thin line that separates agony and
ecstasy, misery and joy, hatred and love. He gave Natalie’s nipple
a final kiss then he backed away.

“The offer is not enough, Miss Fullerton, it must be gladly
given. You sullied the gift with your reaction at the end. Shall we
try again?”

Natalie’s mind was a mass of confusion. She knew there would
be pain, but the pain would be brief if the chief acted the same
way. And she knew there would be pleasure - such wonderful pleasure
that she had never conceptualised – pleasure in pain and
subjugation, and the touch of a mature experienced man who she was
suddenly seeing in a new womanly light rather than through the eyes
of a little girl. Yet her pride fought against it. How could she do
this? Willingly give herself in such a way to a man more than twice
her age.
And was this a betrayal - a
betrayal to the handsome lieutenant by taking pleasure at the hands
of his uncle? But there
was
pleasure – mind-blowing pleasure, so sensually
erotic as her body awoke to its feminine possibilities... and the
chief could take her if he wanted to anyway... and poor Vicky might
be saved if only Natalie could submit and force her foolish pride
and silly notions of romance away
.

“Please, sir. Please cut my other nipple and accept my
offering,” said Natalie, relieved that she could say it, and
actually mean it.

“Tell me what you really want, Miss Fullerton. Only the truth
will save your sister.”

Now that was a blow! Sincerity was one thing – but the naked
truth was something else. Was it not enough that she was asking him
to do this to her? Her nostrils flared at the indignity. Her pride
choked in her throat. Words struggled to escape her mouth, for they
were so shocking to say – this blinding truth and revelation she
had experienced. But for the sake of her sister, she forced them
out.

“I want... I want... I want to feel the fire of the knife...
to feel it burn me as it pierces my sensitive skin. I want to feel
your lips, the warmth of your mouth, the teasing tenderness of your
tongue as you sooth my wound. I want...”

“Tell me!”

Tears flowed from her eyes. She hung her head in shame. Sobs
were the answer she gave.

“Tell me, Miss Fullerton!” insisted Yuri, forcing her to take
another step along the path.

Natalie sucked in a breath then forced out the truth.
“I want to experience again the moment of bliss
that you gave me. Please, sir, do it again! I beg you... Do it
again!”

Yuri grinned, delighted at her response. She had forced her
pride down and admitted to her needs – verbalised the fact that she
actually wanted this. The rest would be a piece of cake. He stepped
closer and raised her chin with his left hand. He fixed her with
his coal black eyes and showed her a flicker of his own deep seated
longing then he showed her the immensity of his mental power. He
snared her with his eyes then he cut her with his knife, a thin
slice across her right nipple.

She hissed in some air, a single blink of her eyes then the
hold was back. She saw what he demanded and gave of it
freely.

“Thank you, sir.”

Then Yuri lowered his head and feasted on her tit. He sucked
and he licked, he chewed and he nipped. For a few moments he showed
Natalie the face of a false god as the devil had his
way.

As Yuri pleasured Natalie’s breast with his skilful mouth, he
reached down to stroke the silky hair of her sex. Then, very
slowly, he slipped an index finger inside of her. Yuri’s finger
worked expertly around her vulva, circling and caressing the
moistening flesh. He worked gently, showing more consideration for
a virgin than he had done in over twenty years, respecting of her
precious flesh. He worked around the sanctum of her maidenhood, and
centred on her clit, rubbing the bud and running his fingers round
in little loops.

Natalie tossed her head back and forth. She was fighting and
she was yielding, one moment lost in this carnal pleasure then
clutching for some element of modest self respect. Her mind battled
with the pleasure, for she felt it must be wrong - she was doing
this for her sister – there should be no gratification. But the
tongue and those lips, the suckling warmth on the sharp cut, those
fingers in her pussy electrifying with pleasure – how was she
supposed not to respond? She was helpless to resist, and he had
demanded her compliance - that was the price and she had to
cede.

Finally she let out a moan of pure pleasure – nothing in its
tone was faked. She thought this would please – it was what he’d
asked for after all. But on hearing the reaction, the chief grabbed
a handful of Natalie’s hair and compelled her to look directly into
his face.

“You’re enjoying this, Miss Fullerton, aren’t you?” he said,
deliberately confusing with this change of mood. “You like this. It
makes you all wet, doesn’t it? I can feel how aroused you are. A
virgin you may be, but a virgin desperate for some cock. Is that
not the case, Miss Fullerton? Is this what I am to be offered – a
virgin whore?”

Natalie shook her head violently, shame now stabbing through
her, even though his crudeness made her knees weak with
desire.