Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (7 page)

Then he started to fuck! Vicky was struggling to breathe. But
the big bastard showed no sympathy and he pumped in and out of her
throat. Her head was spinning, her eyes were bulging out of their
sockets, her jaw was a mass of agony and her lungs were about to
collapse. Then thankfully the cock was removed.

Vicky gulped, she panted for breath, filling her lungs with
life saving air.

“No
drugs there either!” announced the chief. “So, Miss Fullerton, I
have performed my duty, but I am afraid that in doing so I have
become exceedingly aroused and must find some relief. What shall it
be? Will you give me that relief willingly... or must I keep the
jaw spreader in place and take it for myself? Nod your head if you
are prepared to willingly help me.”

Vicky knew that her throat was going to get fucked whatever.
There was an element of pride which told her to resist, but common
sense told her to comply. Her cunt as well told her to play along –
it was back to full bloated arousal and dripping with juice. Vicky
nodded.

“What a sensible young woman! I think you and I are going to
get along just fine.”

The
chief reached down and loosened the spreader. Slowly Vicky felt the
ache ebb away as her jaws were allowed to partially close and the
spreader was finally removed from her mouth. The chief gave her a
few moments to recover. Then he teased her with his cock, washing
the glistening glans over Vicky’s inverted face.

Vicky let out a gasp as she felt a tongue lap at her gushing
pussy – Dimitri having taken it upon himself to provide this
welcome treat. With her mouth now open the chief presented Vicky
his cock.

“Now, Miss Fullerton. I have shown you some consideration -
please do the same for me.”

Bizarrely inflamed despite the abuse, Vicky’s tongue darted
out to lick the big knob. She washed it frantically, confused at
her ready compliance, but too lost in a mixture of fear and lust to
question her behaviour. Encouraged all the more by Dimitri’s deftly
tongue which was now flicking around her blood engorged clit, Vicky
did her whorish best and opened up wider so that the chief could
slide back in her.

The glans swelled out Vicky’s cheeks and brought back some
discomfort but she paid little heed. Orally stuffed as she was, she
worked with her tongue, riding it over the enormity of what was in
her. The chief allowed Vicky to service him for a short while,
rejoicing in the capitulation – the first of many he intended to
claim. Then taking Vicky’s head in his hands he slipped his dick
into her deeper and deeper, sliding it again into Vicky’s gullet.
He held his position fully inside her, enjoying again the lovely
tightness and warmth.
Then he pulled half
way out and allowed Vicky some air before setting about fucking her
face.

It
was one hell of an experience for young Vicky Fullerton. She had
done this many times before but never with anything so big pumping
away at her. The stretch was incredible – it hurt without a doubt,
but Vicky took it like the accomplished cocksucker she was -
Dimitri’s mouth licking out her cunt helping Vicky along as she
played the wanton slut.

And
the chief knew how to play this to perfection. He would fuck her
throat for almost a minute at a time then pull out to allow the
girl some air, enjoying the scene as she gulped for breath and
tried to fill her lungs in the few seconds that Yuri gave her. Then
Yuri was in her again, fucking her relentlessly, impaling her mouth
and lovely tight throat again and again and again.

Determined to enjoy his new toy to the full, Yuri forced a
restraint and throat-fucked Vicky for well over ten minutes,
revelling in the snug contractions her throat made as she
occasionally gagged on his dick. Then he abandoned himself, fucking
Vicky rampantly, slamming into her face until his body spasmed in
utter bliss and his balls erupted, spunk coursing along his tube to
fire out into the depths of Vicky’s gullet. Yuri spurted and
spurted, delivering his seed directly into the young woman’s
stomach; then with incredible restraint he pulled his cock out to
shoot the final blasts over Vicky’s gasping face. Spunk was left
dribbling from chin to brow, thick white strands over golden tanned
cheeks, strewn across a sapphire eye and splattered on red lips.
Adding to the sight was Vicky’s tongue which was swirling around
capturing the mess – a cum slut if ever there was one, hungry for
every drop!

Grasping his cock firmly in his hand, the chief wiped his
glans on Vicky’s long blonde hair, matting her locks with the last
few drops of his spunk, completing the beautiful cum based picture.
Yuri Karinov looked down on his creation and smiled a lusty smile.
He gave Vicky a final mouthful of his cock then pulled the monster
back out and tucked it away in his trousers. The chief of police
was finished... his duty concerning this wretch was done - for the
time being at least!

“I assume you both want to have her as well,” said Yuri to his
men as he re-arranged his clothing. “And by all means do! Use her!
But only her mouth! Do not fuck her elsewhere, or abuse her in any
other way. Then get her dressed and take her to the prison. I have
a confession to extract from her. I will commence on that onerous
duty tomorrow, after she has met with the representative from the
British Embassy.”

“You will allow this, sir?” asked Dimitri, tearing himself
away from Vicky’s pussy, intent now on ravishing her mouth with his
nine inches of Mordavian meat.

“Of course!” answered Yuri with a laugh. “She is quite
correct. The British will want to know what has happened to her and
her sister, and we must appease our dear tea drinking friends –
Mordavia needs their support. So do not take unnecessary advantage.
Come inside her only the once
– any more
than that would hardly be proper!
We want
no cause for complaint when I next entertain the
Ambassador.”

Dimitri
shrugged his shoulders,
confident in his uncle; then having reached Vicky’s head he slapped
his hard meat across her spunk drenched face. God, this would be
fun, but such a shame he had to be restrained in his enjoyment of
the sexy British slut, just as he had been obliged to be restrained
during the earlier interrogation. He was only allowed to come the
once and use only her mouth to pleasure his cock. And Dimitri would
definitely abide by that - he would never dream of disobeying his
uncle. But he would jolly well take his time over it, for no
restriction had been set in that respect! And surely there could be
no cause for complaint if he made the young woman come again with
some licking of her cunt. That was hardly an abuse, as he wouldn’t
put his cock inside it – that would be doing her a favour – and
this cum slut of a Brit look like she was well up for the
fun.

Chapter
5

It had been the most horrific day of Natalie Fullerton’s life
by quite some way, though she knew it could have been so much
worse. The shock of the arrest, the violence towards Vicky, and the
indignity of having the chief of police look at her pussy, was
horrific to this tender young thing. But the chief had only looked
– no probing of her sex, no fingering of her vagina like he had
done to Vicky, no playing with her clit – no cock being put inside
her to steel her treasured innocence. He had only looked then
inexplicably backed off.

The action confused Natalie, especially considering what he
had done to Vicky. And the chief had been almost considerate
afterwards, stroking her hair and patting her back, in a reassuring
sort of way. At first Natalie wondered if the chief had been
repelled by what he saw – that for some strange reason he found
Natalie repugnant. But she knew that couldn’t be the case, for had
she not heard the man gasp when he looked at her sex and moan all
the more when he fingered her pussy and tried to breach what she
had guarded so well. There could be no doubting the intensity of
the man’s desire – he didn’t find her repugnant – it was the very
opposite! Yet he had let her go without even seriously attempting
to get a finger inside her, in search of the drugs that was the
excuse for this abuse.

It was all very odd – particularly strange when put aside the
way he had treated her sister. That was an outrageous liberty!
Although he had made Vicky come, which was rather shocking and
shameful behaviour to be honest - Natalie couldn’t fathom how Vicky
could have reacted that way to such appalling abuse. That was
another mystery, but Natalie had too many other worries to dwell on
it for long.

Thankfully for Natalie, she had been taken from the
interrogation room by the handsome young officer. At least
he
had acted decently in
the room, and was quite sympathetic when he escorted her away. He
kept assuring her that everything would be fine and that justice
would be done, promising that he would go back to make sure Vicky
was being treated well. The young officer seemed like an oasis of
sanity in the bedlam that was suddenly Natalie’s life. And he was
devilishly good looking – even in her distraught and agitated state
Natalie could appreciate the lieutenant’s physical charms. It was
such a shame they had to meet under these awful
circumstances.

Sadly, the young officer had to hand Natalie over to a scary
looking woman who then arranged for her to be collected and taken
to prison. But Natalie was comforted by the knowledge that he would
be going back to the interrogation room to safeguard Vicky’s rights
– or at least that was the fantasy he had cunningly created – the
truth as we know was far less savoury, but infinitely more fun for
all concerned.

She was taken to the prison in the back of a van. There
weren’t any windows, so she had no idea about its location other
than it being a half hours drive from the airport - so the capital
seemed the most likely place. Walking through the prison was a
terrifying experience - men leered at her through the bars of their
cells and called out lewd remarks about what they would like to do
to her. Some even took out their penis and waved it through the
bars as she passed, shouting out the most awful suggestions –
probably not appreciating she understood every disgusting word. At
one point Natalie thought she might be thrown in along with some of
this criminal lowlife – helpless to their wicked ways. It would
have been a waking nightmare of terrifying defilement, but
thankfully she had been placed in a cell on her own with a proper
door so no one could see her.

It was then in her solitude that the real fear struck with
only her thoughts and imagination for company. She was terrified,
frightened out of her wits - the words of the chief constantly
ringing in her head.

‘The penalty for drug trafficking in Mordavia is death by
hanging.’

Vicky had been arrested under that charge – and Natalie was
held under suspicion of conspiracy. How could this have happened,
she asked herself? How could Vicky have been so stupid to accept a
gift and not open it to see what it contained? It was so incredibly
dumb - the consequences unthinkable! And how could the dirty cow
have a full blown orgasm whilst being abused by the chief of
police? That was another question Natalie asked herself - a little
unkind to think such things, but there you go – the girl might be a
virgin but she wasn’t a saint! So many emotions flooded Natalie,
anger at her sister being the predominant one. But it didn’t last
long. Fear and concern for what might happen to Vicky overrode any
annoyance she felt for her silly mistake and sluttish
behaviour.

For almost two hours Natalie sat there contemplating what
would befall them, playing out endless scenarios in her mind.
Crushing despair mingled with optimism. They were innocent, and
they were British citizens – there was no way they could be held
under false charges. Mordavia was looking to court the West and
join the EEC. The British Embassy would intervene and they would be
released. Then Natalie recalled how easy it had been to subjugate
them - how the officers had stripped them and probed them, and how
they had kept Vicky naked whilst Natalie was allowed to get
dressed. What was happening to Vicky now? More searching and
probing! More abuse! And the handsome lieutenant – what was his
role in all of this? Was Vicky in turmoil, yelling in pain - or was
she screaming for other reasons, brought to orgasm yet again? Shit!
Shit! Shit! It was all too much. Natalie was distraught, for so
many reasons – anger, jealousy and above all hideous fear, tearing
the poor girl apart.

Then the handsome young officer arrived. She felt very pleased
to see him. He brought Natalie her toiletry bag and the book she
had been reading and a few English magazines he had managed to
find. Then sitting beside Natalie on the cot in her cell, he asked
her if there was anything else he could do to make her plight less
difficult. He seemed so very nice.

Having asked what was happening to her sister, the lieutenant
explained that Vicky was being held in a nearby cell and that they
would meet tomorrow when an official from the British Embassy would
visit them. The handsome lieutenant was very supportive and
disarmingly charming. Occasionally he reached out and touched
Natalie’s hand, and that felt so comforting after all that she’d
been through. At one point he even laid his hand on Natalie’s thigh
and she felt no need to push it away – it warmed her to have such
innocent contact after the hideous behaviour of the sex crazed
chief.