Read Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) Online

Authors: Dan Bruce

Tags: #erotica, #anal, #bdsm, #bondage, #torture, #virgin, #whip, #piercing

Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (5 page)

No chance! Not with Yuri Karinov supporting the other
side.

With a damning chortle that heralded the next battle, Yuri
proceeded with the charade he had so easily contrived. The chief of
police performed his duty and knelt behind Vicky to inspect the
body orifices that might contain some crime – knowing fine well
that the crime was his, but who would have the nerve or the
stupidity to accuse.

Chief Karinov was mightily impressed, and a little bit amused,
as he examined at close quarters the triangle of white flesh which
the sun had not tanned on Vicky’s sexy rear. It set the flesh apart
and drew the eye to the young woman’s ass, giving the buttocks an
added eroticism. The spread of her legs meant the asshole could
just be seen. It was lusciously pink, not at all like the assholes
of Mordavian women which were purplish in colouration. Wanting to
see better - and anxious to touch what he effectively now owned -
Yuri placed his hands on Vicky’s buttocks and wallowed in the soft
yet firm rubbery texture that spoke so loudly of youth. He filled
his palms with these sensuous wonders then slowly pulled them apart
so he could examine Vicky’s anus in more detail. Yuri drew a breath
of utter delight as he gazed on the tightly clenched rosebud of
pink skin. He blew on it then blew again. It clenched even more,
refusing to submit; then with the third soft blow, Vicky’s pink
puckered hole finally succumbed and relaxed to form a little gaping
slit.

‘Yes,’ thought Yuri, an expert in such things, “this asshole
has known what it is to be stretched, so I’ll wager it’s no
stranger to cocks. And soon it will be no stranger to mine! I shall
be buggering the bitch time after time and washing her guts with my
spunk!’

Delighted with his catch, Yuri barked at his nephew and some
lubrication was handed to him. He smeared the cool gel over Vicky’s
asshole and coated his index finger as well. Forcing a restraint,
he teased her for a few moments, sensuously rubbing the puckered
flesh, coaxing it to relax and welcome him in. He took his time,
making the process as sensual as possible, interested to see how
the woman would react.

Vicky reacted in a maelstrom of confusion – her body wanting
the attention, enjoying the sensual play; her mind screaming in
indignation and fear for her poor sister whose turn was next.
Fighting the nobler cause, she tried to tighten up, protecting her
anal honour that was long since lost. If she had been on her own,
she might have acted differently and accepted the probing, perhaps
even allowing some pleasure to be taken. But she couldn’t do that
with Natalie here in the room beside her. The poor girl was
suffering enough without having to witness her sister acting like a
slut. So Vicky fought back her yearning and made a token
resistance.

It was a resistance that amused Yuri for a few minutes as he
toyed with the woman; then he pressed his finger in, forcing the
invasion – a slow steady progression all the way up Vicky’s ass
till it was fully encased by her warm rectal flesh. He wriggled it
around, felt the silky lining of her succulent chute and confirmed
what he already knew: of course she was no drug mule, there was
nothing in there; and yes she’d been buggered, his finger wasn’t
the first piece of male flesh up her ass.

Playing out the part of the conscientious policemen, Yuri
withdrew his finger and cleaned it on a handkerchief then proceeded
to have a look at Vicky’s shaven pussy. A grin immediately spread
across his hard rugged face – the lips were so luscious in their
nakedness. Luscious – and full! Yuri knew the difference between
frigid and aroused, and this naked pussy was most definitely the
latter. The heart and the mind may scream and shout, cry foul to
all the world - but a woman’s cunt has a will of its own and this
cunt was crying out for attention.

Yuri had no intention of disappointing the woman – she would
get plenty of attention over the next few days! But first he had a
stated duty to do – a performance that was needed to catch both his
fish. Yuri parted the lips and gazed at the petals of glistening
pink flesh, the entrance to her vagina, and the hooded clit. He
pulled it back and there was the bud, hard and begging his
touch.

‘Beautiful,’ thought Yuri, ‘A beautiful, beautiful British
cunt that will look even more beautiful with my Mordavian cock
inside it, spreading those lips so wide.’

With this vision in his mind – a vision that Vicky herself had
shared – Yuri stood up and moved to her side. He leaned over her,
his body pressing against Vicky’s naked flesh, his massive hard
cock prodding her left buttock, his right hand covering her sex, a
finger rubbing her throbbing clit. Coming all the way down, the
chief grazed her neck with chin stubble as he spoke in Vicky’s ear,
loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You didn’t have too much of a problem with the anal search
then. No lubrication will be needed to repeat the process here –
you’re cunt is positively gushing, my dear.”

Having delivered his damning verdict, the chief’s fingers
continued to caress the petals of Vicky’s moist hungry sex and
flick around her super-sensitive clit, expertly teasing, driving
her wild. She squirmed on the table, dredging up what defiance she
could. Vicky fought the pleasure that flowed through her body,
wonderful waves that she knew so well but surely had no business
here in such a degrading situation. Breathing came in tremulous
pants, Vicky had to grit her teeth so no other noise would emit and
betray her whorish reaction to this annoyingly skilful man, who
seemed to tick every box in the book, and do so with such
aplomb!

“Stop pretending you’re not enjoying this,” teased Yuri as he
continued to play. “You’re so hot down there – hot and wet – it’s
obvious that you’re enjoying it... Enjoying it very much, but I’d
say you want a lot more than my fingers... You want
this...”

Yuri paused and chortled, so assured of himself - and rightly
so, as Vicky immediately looked to his reflected groin. Delighting
in the small victory, he gave Vicky another twitch of his cock, the
meat forcing out the material of his trousers threatening to rip
and tear its way through.

“...Shall I take it out and fuck you then?” Yuri laughingly
asked. “Is that what you want? Shall I take out my cock which
you’re gagging to see, sprawl you across this table and fuck your
silly brains out, making you come in the process?”

“Make me come!” snapped Vicky defiantly in reply, furious with
her body – the frailty of her pussy and flaming libido. “In your
dreams, old man! Now just do what you need to do and get on with
the search, keeping your filthy cock to yourself.”

Yuri shrugged his shoulders, making a note of the insult – she
would pay heavily for that, but not right now when a lighter touch
was needed. “If that is what you wish,” he replied. “Then I will
continue... And it is indeed an onerous duty I must perform. I hope
it does not offend you too much, but I’m afraid there is no option
– I couldn’t possibly entrust such an intimate search to a...
younger... man.”

With that Yuri entered her - first with a single digit, his
index finger going inside Vicky’s vagina whilst the other fingers
toyed with her inner lips. He added another, two then three went
probing all around her succulent vagina, teasing her inner wall,
twisting and turning, slowly moving in and out, giving huge
pleasure to a young woman who’d gone without sex for far too long
and who could not help but release a groan of delight.

Delight! Yet Vicky was also horrified on so many levels. She
was disgusted that she was being so blatantly abused. This was no
search – it was obvious there was nothing to be found inside her
pussy – it was a violation of her body, purely for pleasure – and
shockingly, much of that pleasure was hers! She was furious with
the chief for tormenting her so, and even more for giving a running
commentary on the action – what the chief was doing to her... and
how Vicky was reacting. For the words of defilement that would
herald another - the description of digital violation that had
produced a gushing cunt – the frigging so wonderfully conducted,
and the whorish moan of appreciation that escaped her lips... were
reaching the ears of her sister. Poor virginal Natalie was
terrified, and Vicky was acting like a wanton slut!

Vicky tried to filter out all the pleasure and focus only on
the indignity of the situation. Her pride demanded that she abhor
this – she was a British citizen - how dare they treat her so!
Every part of her upbringing was sickened, yet her cunt had a will
of its own and stayed agonisingly aroused, responding to the thrill
of the chief’s sensuous work.

Sure of himself and the effect he was causing, the chief of
police continued to probe Vicky with one hand, sliding his fingers
harder and harder into Vicky’s receptive sex, stopping occasionally
to tease her swollen clit before resuming his sensuous
frigging.

Vicky tried to resist the building pleasure that was gathering
like a storm – she became a dam holding back a reservoir that
threatened to flood the valley of her body. The man was a bastard
for treating her so, but God – the bastard was good! And poor Vicky
was a woman who loved her sex and had gone without for far too
long.

Yuri frigged and he frigged and Vicky bit her lips, refusing
to let out any more groans of enjoyment. The chief deftly fingered,
delving so deep, whilst he grinded with his hips, riding his huge
shaft that bulged through his trousers along Vicky’s golden tanned
naked flesh, adding to the poor girl’s sensual torture. He fingered
and he frigged, mixing it up with consummate skill, till Vicky
could take no more. The rippling waves turned into crashing
breakers smashing against the dam. A crack appeared and with a rush
it crumbled. The dam was burst, and with a telling yell that
couldn’t be suppressed Vicky convulsed into a spasming orgasm which
she hated herself for allowing, yet loved as well because it was
such a massive thrill.

“Pleeeeease! No! Stop! You bastard! You bastard! You bastard!”
she cried, between whorish howls that spoke to the
contrary.

Yuri let out a laugh, delighting in her fury and the climax he
had so easily brought about. The woman was so receptive – her pussy
so succulent and full of yearning despite all her silly protests.
By God he would enjoy fucking her and making come even harder –
have her orgasmic cunt pulse around his shaft as he screwed the
living daylights out of her. But that would come later – a treat he
would keep in store - it was all part of his cunning
plan.

“Nothing!” announced Yuri as he removed his fingers and stood
up, leaving Vicky to her self-hatred and the lusty gazes of his two
subordinates who had jealously watched this unusual search. “The
other one looks guilty, however. She is crying. Perhaps it is she
who is concealing something illegal.”

Chapter 4

Tears equal guilt! Now there’s a fine logic. And incriminating
herself with more salty liquid, Natalie broke into hysterical
sobbing as the chief of police approached her naked
body.

“It’s okay, Natalie,” Vicky said encouragingly, pulling
herself together after her shameful orgasm. “It won’t hurt. Just
try and stay relaxed... don’t tense.”

That wasn’t going to happen and Vicky knew it. Natalie was
traumatised by the experience. It felt like her whole world was
collapsing around her. She had never encountered such aggression.
Guns and violence were unknown to her. Glasgow had a reputation,
but it was mainly for its past, and their middle class upbringing
had always sheltered the girls from the rougher elements of their
native city. Men were also unknown to Natalie. She was not afraid
of having sex with men – she had a healthy libido in that respect.
But she had a romantic streak and wanted to meet the right man to
whom she could give herself and her virginity to – something
special to be forever remembered. The chief of police was not the
sort of man she had in mind, nor was an interrogation room the
ideal location. Although the dashing young lieutenant would
certainly have fitted the bill in any normal situation!

But handsome Dimitri was far from Natalie’s thoughts when Yuri
knelt down behind her and gazed at her purity. Natalie braced
herself for the penetration – this digital desecration.

At first Yuri was inflamed by what he heard and saw, the sound
of her weeping heightening his excitement and his desire to frig
her and make her come like her sister. It would be more of a
challenge to force on her an orgasm, the girl was obviously less
receptive, but Yuri was up for the task.

Driven by this mission, Yuri decided to forsake her ass for
the time being and focus entirely on her lovely little pussy. He
looked at her sex with his expert eye and noted that unlike her
sister, there was no outward sign of arousal – those tears were
genuine – the only moisture she was exuding was coming from her
eyes. He touched the slit, running his finger along the cleft - she
shuddered, tensing to a ridiculous degree. Yuri sucked on the
digit, tasting what little of her essence that was there and
wetting the finger with his saliva. He rubbed her slit again,
teasing the lips apart, listening to her sobs and whimpered pleas
for him to stop.

Then a thought flashed through his head. It had never occurred
to him, for it was common knowledge in Mordavia that most British
women were promiscuous and the few that weren’t were covered by a
veil. He parted her lips, gazed at the beautiful pinkness of her
flesh – the inner vulva clearly revealed, her clit hiding shyly in
its hood, cowering from his look. And there it was! Surprising but
true! Yuri had seen them before so he knew what to look for – the
hymen, fully intact – a rare thing indeed, suggesting that not even
the girl’s fingers had entered her vagina, let alone a dildo or a
cock. He touched it gently. She winced and let out a yelp, followed
by a heart-rending sob. Then much to everyone’s surprise, Yuri
relented. He stood up and walked away.

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