by Jack Norman
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.
“Good girl,” Leo said.
“Thank you, sir,” she mumbled with a giggle on the thick shaft.
Sasha stripped off his clothes and stood naked, watching as Sara sucked his colleague. He climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his back. He then reached to grasp Sara’s right hand and placed it on his cock, tightening his hand around hers.
“Jerk me off for a while, Amerikanski.”
Sara obeyed, without missing a beat as she continued to suck Leo’s shaft. Her hand closed around Sasha’s thick cock, and she felt the silky sheath of skin slide against the hard shaft as she wanked him. A whirlpool of excitement swirled and sucked in a her belly. She had never before pleasured two men at the same time, much less bi-guys. It continued thus for some minutes with only the
sound of their breathing and the occasional grunt breaking the silence. Then, just when she thought that Leo was reaching a climax, he withdrew his cock from her mouth and pushed her away. He reached into his pocket and produced a foil-wrapped condom, handing it to Sara.
“Put this on Sasha’s cock,” he ordered, “and then get on top.”
Glad that a condom was being used after her bare back session with Dom, Sara took the sachet and tore it open. Sasha waited. He lay on his back as she somewhat inexpertly rolled the latex over his shaft. She then straddled his hard, trim body and guided his cock into her hungry cunt. She grunted and sank slowly down, closing her eyes for a moment and sighing. Then, recalling the sight of Dom’s squat member in her cunt, Sara paused and looked down curiously at her pussy as it clasped around Sasha’s beautiful cock. Sasha reached up and grasped her breasts, and he squeezed them tightly to pull her shoulders downwards, while at the same time he jerked his hips and fully impaled her.
“Ride me, Americanski whore,” he growled. Panting with lust, Sara laughed and rose up and then slid slowly down on the shaft again. She repeated this, slowly, tentatively, “Faster. Work harder!” he ordered, slapping her tits.
“Yes, sir!”
I’ll give him faster! Sara furiously bounced up and down on the cock, her bottom thudding down on his belly. Sasha bucked, keeping a tight hold on her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft orbs as if trying to wrench them from her. Sara, utterly lost in the fucking, screeched and groaned. Then she felt a hand on each shoulder and realised that Leo had climbed onto the bed behind her. Even as she fucked Sasha, Leo pushed her forward, until her tits were lying on the hard muscled chest beneath her. She continued to ride the cock in her cunt, not really thinking of what might be happening. Then, though, she was aware that Sasha’s hands were on her buttocks, prizing them apart Leo immediately nuzzled the wet head of his cock into the divide, pushing at her anus, lubricating it with pre-cum. Realising their intent, Sara gave a small squeal of protest. But the forefingers of Sasha’s hands were digging into her anus, pulling and distorting the tight ring of muscle. Each time she rose and thrust down onto his cock, it seemed that his fingers were pulling her arsehole wide open, and Sasha held her thus as Leo’s cock slid up her arse. With a slow groan, she surrendered, feeling herself trapped in a wall of flesh between the two men, and with their cocks impaling her, separated only by a thin membrane inside her. Leo lay on her back, insistently pushing his cock up her arse. Sara gasped and squirmed. She felt her anal canal stretched wide the cock forced its way in, and yet all the time her hips were moving slowly against Sasha’s shaft in her pussy. Sara grunted and gasped like a sow rutted by two boars, overwhelmed by waves after wave of pure sexual energy, the raw, sensuous pain in her arse, and the wild animal heat of her cunt... She was humped and between the press of the two hard youthful male bodies as their cocks pumped up and down, feeling them nuzzle together on either side of the thin wall of flesh. Her body exploded into orgasm. Then Leo pulled back from her anus, and seconds later Sasha’s cock was dragged from her cunt. Even in her tumult of orgasmic ardour, Sara was aware that the two youths were somehow changing position, but keeping her sandwiched between them. Leo’s legs were clasped around her torso from behind, his ankles hooked together. He rolled his body, lifting her until she had to splay crab-like with her legs spread and her feet flat on the bunk for support. At that moment, Sasha thrust his hips forward. Sara braced herself for the renewed assault, but none came. Instead, she heard Leo emit a grunt and his legs clamped hard around her body. She realised that Sasha had plunged his cock into Leo’s anus. Then she was tossed around like a rag doll as the youths rutted together, and Leo used her breasts to haul himself against her and best present his arse to Sasha’s rampant cock. Sara could feel Leo’s hard penis slide against her bottom, and she reached behind to grasp it and push it into her pussy as he grunted under Sasha’s hard fucking. Within a couple of minutes, both youths yelled simultaneously, and she could feel Leo’s shaft pulsing cum inside her.
Then all three of them slumped onto the bunk. They lay there panting, thoroughly rutted and utterly spent. It was some time before any of them moved. Then, before the two youths left Sara, they cuffed and chained her wrists again. The lights soon extinguished and darkness enclosed her like a womb rather than a tomb.
Sara drifted off into an exhausted slumber. She was unsure how long she slept. The person who came to awaken her was a young woman, blonde, slim and muscled, dressed in figure-hugging black lycra.
For a moment, Sara thought she would have to lick pussy, and her heart skipped a beat. However, the woman entered and tossed a couple of black garments onto the bed, and then unfastened the handcuffs and tossed them aside, leaving them attached to the chain dangling from the eyebolt in the ceiling.
“Bra and pants... put them on.”
Surprised, Sara reached for the black sports bra and pulled it over her head. She was familiar with such garments, of course, but this one seemed to have some extra wiring where her nipples nestled, although it seemed comfortable enough. The lycra running shorts were also wired, with a metal foil gusset strip. Glad of the clothing, Sara pulled the figure-hugging shorts over her hips. The woman nodded, and then led Sara from the small cell. The basement was even bigger than Sara had realised. A dozen people were working there, sitting at individual computer work stations within partitioned corrals. They were mainly men, although she could see at least four more women there, all of them young and attractive, one of whom wore only a black leather harness that fully displayed her otherwise naked torso. A trainer was putting her through an exacting routine of bondage positions. True to Sasha’s words, it was evident that Sara wasn’t the only decorative piece Borzov kept there.
The woman took Sara to the far corner, where a small gymnasium with various pieces of equipment had been set up amidst the concrete pillars.
“Get on there.”
The woman pointed to a treadmill. It was a robust commercial model, made for hard running, with sturdy side rails and a stout upright at the front with a hi-tech electronic console.. Sara stepped onto the platform between the rails, and she meekly allowed the woman to place separate cuffs on her wrists; and short lengths of chain secured her to the side rails of the treadmill. Another bar was fixed behind Sara, engaged across both of the side rails, effectively penning her in, and she leaned her butt against this rear bar as the woman connected two electric wires, one to Sara’s bra and the other to her running shorts. Sara watched, bemused, as the woman reached to flick a switch on the upright, but then she let out a shriek as searing pains repeatedly shot through her breasts and pussy. She found herself dancing in anguish on the platform of the treadmill, and the shocks only stopped when she moved away from the rear metal bar. Sara gasped, but the woman merely smiled and reached to activate the conveyor belt. Sara was carried back to the rear bar, and another series of electric shocks fired through her most tender flesh. She immediately realised that she had to somehow keep from touching the steel bar fixed behind her, and the only way to do that was to keep pace with the speed of the treadmill. This wasn’t too difficult, for the belt was only moving at a reasonable walking pace, and she quickly adapted to the required rhythm. However, almost imperceptibly, the speed increased, until she had to take long, rapid strides. After a couple of minutes, Sara found herself trotting to keep pace, and more than once her bottom touched the bar to send the sharp electric shocks screeching through her tits and pussy. Worse still, the power of the current seemed to increase each successive time. She was only vaguely aware that the woman had walked away, leaving her to pound the treadmill and desperately try to keep away from the rear bar. Soon she was sprinting and blowing hard but then the belt slowed for a while, back down to a trot. It was evident that the machine was pre-programmed to give an arduous interval training workout.
VI
The first time that Sara became fully aware of the size of Viktor Borzov’s ‘family’ was about a month aft
er she had arrived at the oligarch’s Moscow HQ. Sasha supervised her preparation but he was unusually quick and perfunctory about it. Besides her sapphire choker, he merely provided a pair of shoes and instructed her to apply make-up and tend to her hair. She was also made her powder her body and apply rouge to her nipples and the lips of her sex. Sara was then left to sit with her hands on top of her head and legs splayed widely. She knew better than to change position, even in the pitch blackness. As Sara had learned to her cost, the cameras had infra-red and someone was always likely to be monitoring her, even in the dark. So she sat alone with her thoughts, meek and submissive.
After that first night with the creepy Dom, life had fallen into something of a pattern for Sara as one of Borzov’s discreet harem of willing, or nearly willing young beauties. As his newest acquisition she received rather more of the Boss’s time than the others, often being chosen to dine with him alone. He liked to hold a cultured conversation with her, but this seemed more and more strange to Sara when she was clad in a bizarre bondage outfit, panting to be fucked. Still, the fabulously wealthy oligarch seemed to enjoy teaching her the game.
Her life as a demure Ivy League college graduate seemed a long time ago but despite the strict and often painful incarceration (or perhaps because of it), she was enjoying her erotic adventure. And, of course, she wasn’t the only Borzov bondage bitch. She had attended several small soirees in the Boss’s penthouse suite, often with other girls who were equally subjected to the ‘fun’. And she had seen various young women being led out for exercise. But she had never got to know any of the other young women, and there was little chance of conversation, either at the parties or at exercise.