Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (3 page)

Simmering in the heat of the authority he radiated, both women
were desperate to ask the other if she had a clue as to who the man
might be, but the silence in the room was infectious and they held
their tongues. They watched fascinated as Sergio brought the man
closer and with a flourish of his hand pointed to an empty table
which just happened to be adjacent to where the sisters were
seated. The man stood for a moment and looked over to them and
froze them with his hard black eyes. Offering the most modest of
smiles, he nodded his head in a respectful salute then he sat down
facing them both, without a dining companion to hinder his
view.

And what a view he had!

It took all of two minutes for Yuri Karinov to decide what to
eat and drink, and less than that to decide that Sergio was right.
The two women were utterly delectable, each different and
gorgeously so: one ripe and voluptuous in the full bloom of her
beauty, the other a bud coming into flower and all the more
precious for her state of transition. Yuri made no show to
advertise his interest, he simply ate his meal in the hushed
whispers of the room, enjoying the fear he instilled in his
countrymen and the indigestion his appearance was undoubtedly
bringing to the guests at The Golden Sands hotel. And even more so
he enjoyed the furtive glances he made in the direction of the two
lovely young women, who had no idea what fate had just thrown their
way. Fate, nudged along by the pathetic individual who managed the
hotel – a despicable little dog, who for his efforts, would be
thrown a scrap from the table of the unofficial master of
Mordavia.

Chapter
3

Three days later Vicky and Natalie left The Golden Sands and
were driven to the airport where they were to catch their flight to
London for the onward connection to Glasgow. They had enjoyed their
holiday, although the final part had proved a little strange.
People seemed to shy away from them as if they were contagious,
whereas before everyone had seemed so friendly. They both dismissed
it, thinking it was their silly imagination. Why on earth would
anyone shun two pretty young women?

But it was strange, even Sergio had acted oddly around them -
more oddly than he did when he had first met them, that is! Vicky
assumed it was because he felt slighted by her refusal of his offer
to show them around in a car. Silly of him if that was the case, as
nothing bad or insulting was intended. She quite liked Sergio, and
had even masturbated in the shower on a couple of occasions whilst
thinking about him – although that had changed over the past few
days with a new inspiration driving her lusty passions in the form
of a mysterious diner.

Yes, she quite liked Sergio. But Vicky didn’t want to get
involved with anyone during this holiday – it was sister time – men
were strictly off limits for the duration. Not an easy task for a
woman with Vicky’s demanding libido, which normally was pacified on
a regular basis with bouts of raunchy sex. But she had forced the
issue, refusing all advances and settling for masturbation. She
elected to wait until she was home for a much needed stud to
satisfy her very healthy desires. If she had been on her own, then
she would have undoubtedly invited Sergio to her bed, if only as a
substitute for the Mordavian man she really wanted in there. But
not with Natalie around: sweet Natalie – much loved and virginal
sister.

So Vicky was quite pleased when Sergio had come to say his
farewells and pressed a small package into her hands. “A gift, so
you will remember me,” he had said, “a small token of my esteem for
you and your lovely sister. It is a surprise for you both, so open
it together when you are home in Scotland. The impact will be lost
if you open it before.”

‘
What a nice gesture,’ Vicky had thought at the time; then she
dismissed it from her mind where a spectre now haunted. The spectre
of power that she had sniffed, but not yet tasted. Although as luck
would have it – a banquet awaited!

Excited about the prospect of returning home, the sisters
arrived at the airport in the best of spirits, chatting and
giggling without a care in the world. In defiance of the climate
that awaited them in Glasgow, they had elected to travel in light
summer dresses which showed off their tans and impossibly long legs
that both had received as a genetic gift from their mother – a
former model who measured six foot tall - both daughters were a
couple of inches shorter. Conscious of the hungry eyes that
watched, they checked in for the flight then went for a coffee
before making their way to the departures gate. They were still
chatting and giggling as they went to security and passed through
the scanners without any worrying bleep. They even laughed when the
big Alsatian dog came sniffing, joking that it must smell the bacon
and eggs they’d had for breakfast. But they stopped laughing when
the dog gave out a threatening growl and a young officer nearby
pulled out a gun and pointed it in Vicky’s direction.

Fuck!

In an instant two lives were irrevocably changed. Now there
was nobody laughing - just plenty of people getting out of the way,
staring at the Scotswomen with pity in their eyes, where before
there was jealousy or lust. Vicky stared as well: at the gun and
the officer, oblivious to the straining dog nearby being held on a
leash by another policeman. Fear smacked her hard in the face –
fear that mingled with the most unnatural yearning – something that
made no sense at all given the peril she was in. Yet it was
snarling like the dog... or was it a bitch! She hadn’t looked to
see what the Alsatian had between its legs – Vicky’s eyes were
fixed on the man with the gun!

It’s a funny old phrase is ‘drop dead gorgeous’ but that’s
what he was as far as Vicky was concerned: totally mesmerising; a
big hunky stud of the highest quality; broad and really manly
despite his youth; and so ludicrously handsome it beggared belief,
movie star looks with the sort of dark swarthy features she found
so attractive. The smart uniform he wore added to the allure,
although the gun he was brandishing would be better in its holster.
But beyond the obvious physical worth, there was something about
him that was oddly familiar and gave him an added dimension of
attraction – the build, the authority, the facial features with
those coal black eyes, and the raw sexual energy he exuded, all
reminder Vicky of the man in the dining room - that spectre of
power that had captivated her so much.

“Please, come this way!” snapped the young officer.

“What’s going on?” Vicky asked, casting her inappropriate
desires aside as she sharpened her wits to the danger presented.
“Why are you pointing that gun at me? Please, put it
down!”

“Both of you! Come this way!” repeated the officer, the threat
in his voice all too clear... it wouldn’t be smart to make him say
it a third time.

“I don’t understand. What’s happening, Vicky?” whimpered
Natalie looking pleadingly at her sister and clutching her hand –
the only person prepared to come to her side.

“I’m not sure,” answered Vicky. “We had best do as he says,
though. Come on! It’ll be fine – it’s just some misunderstanding.
I’m sure it’ll get quickly sorted out and we’ll be on the plane to
London.” They were assuring words that lacked conviction. Vicky’s
stomach was turning as she sensed an air of foreboding encroach to
swallow them up in a mire of manipulation.

Natalie wasn’t buying it either, but she saw no other option
and joined her sister as they followed the young officer, who under
different circumstances would have very much appealed to her – it
wasn’t just Vicky who had taken a strong fancy to the man. With his
athletic build and dashing good looks, Natalie thought he made for
a striking figure in the smart uniform he wore. It was such a shame
he was threatening poor Vicky with a gun, as otherwise the hunky
young officer would have embodied everything Natalie dreamed of in
her romanticised notion of the perfect man. But life as they say
can be a real bitch at times... a snarling she-wolf in certain
cases, as naive young Natalie was about to find out!

Immune to his attraction, the young man in charge barked out
some orders and another officer trailed behind with the hand
luggage the holidaymakers had put through the scanner. He was a big
brute of a man with the makings of a paunch, thick hairy arms and
dark stubble on his chin giving a cruel look to his face – Natalie
most certainly didn’t fancied him, although Vicky wouldn’t have
said no with a few drinks inside her – she quite liked a bit of
rough from time to time... which was probably just as
well.

With their minds in turmoil and stomachs churning, the
Scottish tourists who had looked to the comfort of home were
instead led to a room which was sparsely furnished with two work
desks, a large table and a few wooden chairs. The wall nearest the
table was covered by a mirror. Vicky rightly guessed they were
being watched from the other side.

“Please, you will wait here,” said the English speaking
officer, a certain Lieutenant Dimitri Karinov. He then turned
around and left, leaving the girls guarded by the big brute with
the paunch.

Silence followed Dimitri out the door. Then as soon as he was
gone, the remaining policeman let out a deep lusty groan. Putting
their bags on the floor, he fixed the women with his eyes, scanning
their bodies as if stripping them both naked. With no shame for his
state, a bulge soon appeared at the front of his trousers – the
clear contour of an impressively large erection which he made no
attempt to hide. On the contrary, he actually stroked it from time
to time as he leered at the trembling girls, chortling away with
lewd suggestion.

It was a very uncomfortable ten minutes the two women spent
alone with this crude policeman: Natalie abhorring, looking away;
Vicky sympathising with her sister, but furtively glancing at that
disgraceful bulge, wondering what it would look like in the flesh.
But at least the big brute with his equally big erection took their
minds off the fact they had been detained in custody for some
unknown reason.

Their plight was soon in refocus though when the door opened
and the handsome young officer returned. He was followed into the
room by a tall well built man in uniform of high rank who glared at
Vicky and Natalie with his steely black eyes. Two hearts soared and
one pussy roared! It was the man from the hotel restaurant of three
nights before – the man of obvious power who had acted so
charmingly and made such an impact on them both. The girls felt a
flash of excited relief – surely now everything would be cleared up
and they would still make the flight to London.

Wrong! It was Yuri Karinov, the chief of police, and the girls
were in deep, deep shit!

Still blissfully ignorant of Yuri’s reputation, Vicky saw this
as a silver lining to her detention as it would give her the chance
to engage with this man who had stolen his way into her
imagination. She beamed him a smile that was laced with flirtation
and honeyed her voice to sweetly ask, “Excuse me, sir. Do you speak
English?”

Yuri made no reply and his staff remained deferentially
silent.

Cursing her luck that she didn’t speak the language, Vicky
encouraged her sister to do so instead. “Talk to him, Natalie – ask
if he remembers us,” Vicky urged, a tinge of colour touching her
cheeks as memories of her own came flashing back – evenings in the
shower and the shockingly depraved fantasies this man had inspired
in her.

Not so easily won over by a hunk in a uniform, Natalie was
trembling with fear. But she still managed to form a few sentences
in Mordavian and asked if the gentleman recalled them from The
Golden Sands hotel where he had dined at an adjacent
table.

Now that came as a surprise to the chief of police. Yuri was
impressed and seriously annoyed. No one had mentioned that the
younger girl spoke Mordavian – Sergio would get a clip round the
ear for the omission which could have resulted in the plan
backfiring if she’d overheard something of importance. But he
betrayed not a jot, and made no reply to this either. He simply
looked at Natalie as he re-assessed the situation then turned away
to have a few words with his subordinates, using a dialect that she
would never understand.

Vicky watched all this feeling worried again, but still
hideously aroused by the situation. It was a bizarre reaction –
incongruous with their plight, but nevertheless she felt decidedly
turned on. She reckoned it was the recent abstinence that was
causing the effect – that and all the testosterone that was
floating in the air as these men were oozing it by the
gallon!

“What are they saying, Natalie?” Vicky asked in a whisper,
impatient to know what was going on.

Natalie had no idea, but she had no chance to answer. “Be
silent!” yelled Dimitri. “Do not speak again until you are spoken
to.”

Vicky bristled. She might be feeling unnaturally randy, and
the young officer could lay claim to being the handsomest bloke
she’d ever seen, but she wasn’t accustomed to being ordered about.
“This is ridiculous, we’ve done nothing wrong,” she exclaimed,
righteous indignity blazing on her face.

Yuri Karinov spun round with the speed of a pouncing panther
and slapped Vicky hard across the cheek. The blow sent her reeling
backwards and she crashed into the table, just managing to catch
herself by griping on the edge. She made to bring her hand up to
her burning cheek, but Yuri grabbed her by the wrist and pinned her
down. He stood towering over her like the shadow of death – scary
as shit, and for Vicky Fullerton, sexy as all hell!