Someone Elses Daughter (3 page)

IV

Sara sat at the mirror in her small room, carefully applying a lip gloss that was far too red for her usual tastes. Not that she had any choice in the matter. She was watched critically by Sasha, who had brought the deeply slashed and slinky red dress she now wore... no underwear, just the dress and dark stockings and red shoes with heels so high that it was like walking on crampons. Still, she had been kept naked since her arrival, so the red dress was a welcome change. It had a cowl top that threatened to reveal her breasts with every movement, and the tight fitting skirt over her hips gave way to a knee-leng wrap-over that was split to her crotch when pulled aside. It felt very sophisticated and sexy.

Sasha, lean as a whip and gloomy as hell, was very particular about her appearance. He himself had that sallow beauty that Russian youths often have, with a slender white neck and a prominent Adam’s apple, high cheek bones, full lips and soft long eyelashes. He wore cosmetics too, and fussed knowledgeably behind Sara as she applied her makeup
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FFS, gay
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, LOL.
He brushed some colour onto her eyelids and then attended to her long blonde hair, piling it high and teasing out a few stray wisps. She gasped when he produced a sapphire choker from his pocket, as if it was a mere trinket, and locked it snugly around her neck.

“That’s good,” he murmured, producing a long slender chain from his other pocket and snapping it onto her collar.

Leashed! Sara’s heart missed a couple of beats and her pussy felt as though it had turned to warm liquid. Her nipples were throbbing and pressing hard against the thin red fabric of her gown, and her stocking lissom legs were revealed to the high thigh with each step. She loved it as Sasha to lead her across the grim basement to the elevator and up to Borzov’s penthouse suite. When she arrived there, Sara was surprised to find that it was after dark. The Boss was sitting in an armchair, looking out at the moonlit Moscow skyline. A middle-aged man, presumably a guest, was seated opposite with a beautiful black girl in a white dress who knelt at his feet, and his eyes swept slowly over Sara’s red-clad body as she was led into the room.

“This is Sara, Boss,” Sasha said unnecessarily, reaching to unclip the leash.

Borzov said nothing. The other man rose to his feet and approached as Sasha coiled the leash and returned it to his pocket. Sasha stepped back to stand beside the elevator.

“So this is your new American cunt,” the man said, gazing at Sara’s breasts, which were scarcely covered by the deeply slashed cowl. He turned to Borzov. “May I, Viktor?”

“Of course, Dom.” The Boss gave a small wave of his hand as if disinterested, but he eyed Sara keenly all the same.

Sara stared at the guest in open-jawed surprise. She recognised him instantly. He was an internationally-known politician whose mugshot had frequently featured in gossip columns and tabloid pages of late.
Of course, I should have known. A fabulously wealthy person like Borzov can be expected to have famous friends.
The man’s clean and fresh eau de cologne wafted over her flaring nostrils as he stepped closer. He looked different from his photographs, shorter and older. His designer casual clothes were perhaps too casual and too designer, as if he were tying too hard
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What next?
He was the sort of ridiculous man her mother would have disparagingly dismissed as an area sales manager of salesman travelling in ladies’ underwear. He looked like someone from low and disreputable beginnings that had somehow made good.

Dom’s hand was on the swell of her bottom, and he briefly pulled her skirt aside, revealing the lacy black stocking band on her thigh. Then he flipped the skirt back in place and reached inside the top of her dress, cupping her breast in an assured way that told Sara he expected to handle her without complaint. To her surprise, she found herself blushing hotly as he hefted and squeezed her flesh and nipped the nipple.

“Very nice,” he said to Borzov, pulling the loose red fabric aside to reveal her right breast and rolling the teat between finger and thumb. “Her nipples should take a good size ring. What about her cunt lips?”

“Show him,” the Boss ordered. When Sara hesitated, he added sternly, “Don’t make me tell you again, Sara.”

She sighed inwardly and stooped to gather the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly to expose the soft, freshly-oiled and glistening folds of her pussy. The black girl watched with wide brown eyes as the man reached to run his hands over Sara’s plump nether lips. Dom spoke very precise and grammatically correct English with a marked foreign accent. “I see that she is freshly depilated.” He thrust his finger inside her cunt sheath and frowned. “She’s dry though.”

“My man has just prepared and bathed her.”

“I prefer them unwashed and fragrant.” He rubbed his fingers on the recently-oiled petals of her cunt and then pushed inside her again. “Beautifully tight though. Were I the owner of this cunt, Viktor, I would have her labia majora pierced and ringed. It’s entirely up to you, of course.”

“I have my plans for her, Dom, rest assured.”

Dom’s finger withdrew from her pussy, only to press against the rose of her anus. She steeled herself and gave a small mewl of discomfort when it pushed past the ring. “Hmmm, maybe too tight here... almost an anal virgin, I’d say.”

“I’m told not.”

Sara felt herself blushing to her roots. She found herself wondering what her mother might say if she saw her standing like this, handled like a gauche filly.

“Caress yourself,” Dom murmured.

She blinked. She had never done anything like that in front of anyone else. She dropped the hem of her skirt and stammered: “I- I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know very well,” Dom said, cruelly pinching the underbelly of her breast. “Raise your skirt again, and let me see you masturbate.”

Sara hesitated and glanced firstly at the black girl, who smiled and licked her lips like a kitten, and then at Borzov, who eyed her stony-faced. Sara sighed. She had no option but to obey. Dom snapped his fingers impatiently. Resignedly, she stooped to grasp the hem of her skirt again and lifted it very slowly. Then, holding the fabric of her skirt bunched at her navel, she reached to run the forefinger of her other hand along the slit of her cunt. He snapped his fingers again, and she pushed back the fleshy hood of her clitoris, pressing against the erect nubbin there.

Borzov signalled to Sasha and beckoned him forward. “Hold the bitch.”

Sasha stepped behind Sara and reached to place one hand round her waist. He grasped her wrist, pulling it from the fabric of her skirt, and forced it down towards her pussy. She understood that she was to use the fingers of both hands. Worse, Sasha’s knee was high in the small of her back, forcing her hips forward.

“Continue,” Borzov said.

“Thank you, Viktor.”

Sara obeyed, frigging herself self-consciously, yet feeling a familiar surge of warmth. Her cunt flesh was sopping wet, betraying her yet again. She could smell the pungent aroma of her sex. Dom could have no complaints about her dryness now, but he merely watched impassively. One of Sasha’s hands was on her breast, mashing it hard between his slender fingers, while the other held up her gown to expose her entire belly. After a few minutes, her small moans murmured against the silence in the room but she doubted if she would ever bring herself to orgasm like that. Perhaps Dom read her thoughts.

“Zanzibar.” He snapped his fingers to the black girl and, without awaiting further instruction, the black girl stood and shrugged off her dress. She was entirely naked within seconds, and her black breasts swayed fluidly as she approached Sara. Sara gazed at her as if in a hypnotic daze, like a frightened doe watching a tigress slink towards her. Zanzibar smiled and dropped to all fours, crawling the last few feet until her face was against Sara’s gaping cunt. Sara continued to hold her pussy lips apart and she could feel the girl’s warm breath on her exposed flesh. An instant later, she let out a small whine and then gasped as Zanzibar’s tongue rasped lightly upwards along her gash, terminating in a feather-like swirl around the erect and throbbing clitoris. Sasha’s knee forced Sara’s hips forward, making her splay her thighs and opening her pussy to Zanzibar’s hungry tongue, and her nipple hardened to a cherry stone under the youth’s marauding fingers.

Sara had never before experienced another woman’s touch, but it was apparent that Zanzibar was incredibly skilled and practiced. By turn, her tongue was rigid and strong, relentlessly probing the hard shaft of Sara’s clitoris as Sara moaned and squealed, and then it was soft and teasing, lapping tenderly from her anus to the apex of the sexual delta. Sara let out a low hiss as the black girl nibbled at the throbbing nubbin, and she voluntarily pushed her hips forward and widened her thighs as Zanzibar’s fingers caressed and stroked her. Almost oblivious of the watching men now, Sara writhed helplessly, lost in the swirl of intense emotions. She could smell the pungent aroma of her sex juices as she pushed her cunt onto Zanzibar’s tongue, her wet flesh shamelessly engulfing the black face. Incoherent words were babbling from her lips amidst the groans and squeals. Sasha lowered his knee and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her now. Suddenly, like rumbling thunder that inexorably increased until culminating in a loud, nerve-shattering roar, a shattering orgasm engulfed her senses. She heard voices somewhere in her dizzy, other-worldly parallel existence. Dominique and Borzov were exchanging comments about her, and Sasha was laughing in her ear as he mashed her tits and pressed his hard cock against her back. She no longer cared as she luxuriated in the waves of debauched pleasure that crashed over her.

“Excellent, Zanzibar. Now come and suck my cock,” Borzov said, “if that’s alright with you, Dom?”

“My dear fellow, of course, what’s mine is yours.”

Sara slumped against Sasha as Zanzibar crawled to the Boss and planted a kiss full on his lips. Sara imagined Borzov tasting her salty cunt juices. Then the beautiful, sinuous black girl lowered her head and used her teeth to expertly undo the button and zip on his pants. Within moments, Borzov’s erect cock was receiving long, languorous licks from the maroon-pink tongue.

Dom reached with both hands to push the red dress from Sara’s shoulders, and the loose material dropped to her waist, completely baring her breasts. Sasha still held her as the older man stooped to suck at each turgid nipple in turn, and he then closed his mouth over the blue-red bite mark left by Sasha’s teeth and sucked the flesh into his mouth. His fingers delved into her sopping wet pussy, with the pad of his thumb pressing very hard on the exact tip of her clitoris. His other hand undid his trousers and pushed them down to his knees.

“Hold her,” he said to Sasha.

His cock was short and stubby, but incredibly wide of girth and with a large swollen bell end. He pushed the moist purple head against her glistening cunt flesh and she moaned, both unable and unwilling to escape. Sasha’s knee was in her back again, pushing her hips forward onto the cock, and she gave a sigh as it slipped inside her. Her flesh clamped hungrily around the wide stump. Dom closed his eyes, relishing the moment. She glanced across at Borzov, her new master in the game. He was watching her impassively as Zanzibar’s head bobbed up and down on his cock. Sasha, his hold relinquished on her breasts, now held her arms back. Then though, Dom was thrusting hard into her, and his hands were grasping at her tits and twisting with every forward stroke. The older man hammered his hips against her, and she glanced down lasciviously to see his cock thrusting in and out of the flesh that sucked against it. Held as she was, with her hips pushed forward and legs widely splayed, she could see the hard red pip of her clitoris pushing out to meet each thrust.
How exquisite!
Another irresistible orgasm rose up and engulfed her.

“OMG!” she shouted. “Yes!”

That was enough to send Dom over the brink, and he roared and looked up to the heavens, mashing her tits hard, as he pumped spurts of cum inside her. Sara vaguely considered her mother’s warnings about unprotected sex and HIV, but it was too late. Viscous strands trailed from his cock when he pulled it out of her, and his cum was slick on her thighs. Dom stepped back, panting and running a hand through his thinning hair. Across the room, Borzov was grunting and holding Zanzibar by her ears as he pumped wads of creamy cum onto her face and into her black silky hair.

“Your new girl will be very satisfactory when adequately trained, Viktor,” Dom said, stooping to retrieve his trousers from around his ankles.

“Take her back to the basement, Sasha,” Borzov said. “My guest and I have business to discuss.”

V

For the next two days, neither Viktor Borzov nor his chief aide Georgy Nikitin sent for Sara. She remained in the tiny, cell-like room, mostly in utter darkness. However, she was visited frequently. A succession of minions had visited her box-like lock-up and sat upon the chair cock-sucking chair. She counted six of them. As instructed, on each occasion, Sara had scrambled from her bed and immediately gone to work, doing her best to give adequate blow jobs. Not once in that time had her wrists been released from the chain. Later - she judged it was night time, but had no way of telling in that room - Leo and Sasha again appeared together, holding each other’s hands. Neither sat in the chair and, uncertain what to do, Sara knelt on the bed with her knees widely spread and her arms above her head. She watched mutely as Sasha unfastened the cuffs on her wrists. Meanwhile, without a word, Leo unzipped his jeans and stood directly in front of her, with his hips thrust forward. Sara immediately started licking the organ until it was erect, and she curled her tongue around the cock glans. Soon her head was bobbing up and down on his shaft.