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

by Dan Bruce

  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.

  “Nothing!” she is not carrying any drugs.

  His two men looked at him puzzled, but both knew better than to question his verdict.

  Yuri’s mind was racing. A virgin! What an unexpected prize. He’d had plenty before, girls he had taken into custody and fucked as punishment for whatever crime he had fabricated. He would fuck this one as well – by God he would claim that treasure she possessed. Aroused as he now was, there was a huge temptation to take her maidenhood immediately. But why cheapen the event with haste and tawdry surroundings? She was far too special and rare a creature to use in such a way. Yuri would decide later how best to enjoy the gift she represented. But enjoy it he would, of that he was certain!

  “Dimitri, call through and find out if anything was discovered in the baggage,” Yuri ordered.

  Dimitri made a call to the officers who had been tasked with a search everyone knew would reveal nothing, but for appearances sake had been conducted anyway. He received the expected news.

  “Nothing, sir. It would appear the only drugs were in the elder one’s hand luggage.”

  “Interesting. What is the drug smuggler’s name?”

  Dimitri picked up the two passports that had been removed from their bags. After a quick look he responded, “Fullerton, Vicky Fullerton.”

  “And the other one?”

  “Natalie Fullerton – it would appear they are sisters.”

  “Vicky Fullerton,” Yuri stated in a serious voice, “you are arrested on the charge of possessing narcotics with the intension of taking said narcotics over international borders. You will be detained here for further questioning before being taken into custody where you will await trail. The penalty for drug trafficking in Mordavia is death by hanging.

  “Natalie Fullerton, I am inclined to believe you are an innocent party here, but as your sister refuses to acknowledge her guilt, I have no option but to arrest you on suspicion of conspiring to traffic drugs. You will be taken into custody and questioned further before a decision is made whether to proceed with prosecution or not. Get dressed.”

  Both women got up from the table and looked at each other, shock and fear etched on their faces. They both made for the pile of clothing that lay on the floor.

  “I have not finished with you!” Yuri yelled, his finger pointing at Vicky. “A more thorough examination will be required before I am satisfied that you are not harbouring drugs on your person. Wait by the table.”

  Vicky glared at him, guessing what was on the chief of police’s mind, but she complied, realising that resistance was futile, and grateful that compassion was being shown to Natalie. She watched on as Natalie got dressed; then she hugged her sister before the youngster was led away by the handsome officer – the apparent nice guy of the trio.

  This made for an interesting situation in Vicky’s opinion, as it left her with the violent chief and his incredible hard piece of bulging meat, and the subordinate brute who also had an impressive erection in his trousers. She wondered how long the cocks would remain hidden – and how she would react when they finally came out, now that Natalie wasn’t around to witness her behaviour. Shockingly in all probability - that climax hadn’t dampened her libido in the slightest – instead it had inflamed her all the more. And maybe that’s all that was really needed to sort this stupid mess out – fuck the pair of them and show them a good time – then she and Natalie could be on their way. It sounded like a reasonable plan. But then again – it would also validate this abuse of power, which was something that Vicky could never condone.

  “What are you going to do to me?” asked Vicky, still unsure of how to play this, assuming she had a choice.

  “We need to finish the body search. There is still one orifice I have yet to investigate.”

  Well that was subtle! Even for Vicky who had heard some appalling lines in her time – that one took the biscuit!

  Trying to make a joke of it and force more defiance, Vicky sarcastically opened her mouth, silently roaring in the direction of the chief. “There’s nothing in there apart from some fillings. Satisfied? Can I get dressed now, please?”

  “No... On both counts - I intend to probe deeper,” replied Yuri, stroking the massive bulge in his trousers.

  “You wouldn’t dare!” exclaimed Vicky, sure that he would. She stared at the stroked bulge feeling mightily vexed, for despite the horror of the situation, it was indeed a fascinating sight – the biggest darn packet she had ever encountered and she passionately wanted to see it in the flesh. The chief’s intent was clear, and Vicky loved sucking cock – and whilst the chief would undoubtedly be a heck of a challenge – it was a challenge under normal circumstance that Vicky would be more than happy to accept. And now that Natalie was out the room she had no one to judge her sluttish behaviour other than these foreign men – and it had been too long since she’d had some hard meat in her mouth. What a thrill it would be to get her lips and tongue around that fabulous big shaft! But that was too shocking to allow, so Vicky fought down her whorish impulse to comply.

  “I’ll bite off your cock if you so much as try,” she defiantly announced. “Then you can explain that to the British Ambassador when he comes to visit you in hospital.”

  Yuri guffawed with laughter. He really liked this girl – her spirit was such a tonic. Every other woman cowered before him – it would be such fun breaking her down.

  “Yes, I believe you would do that, Miss Fullerton. So I shall wait on Lieutenant Karinov’s return. Make yourself comfortable, he should only be a few minutes.”

  Vicky had no idea what he meant by that – the young officer had seemed quite nice, almost offended by what was going on. If any foul play was going to take place she thought it would happen when he was away. His return would surely act as an inhibitor, but Vicky was far from assu
red, so she tried to reason with the chief.

  “I would have thought I should be entitled to see someone from our embassy. Surely they must be alerted to my arrest. The British government will not view this lightly. So far you have acted... well, one could argue that you have acted within your rights, although we both know fine well you have taken advantages, but you have gone far enough. I demand to see an official from our embassy.”

  “Your request is noted. I am sure one will be visiting you in prison,” replied Yuri, in no way perturbed by her threat to cry foul in the ears of British diplomats.

  Vicky noted the indifference but pressed on regardless. “There will be an outcry when this is made known. Your country will be shunned by the West. You personally will be hounded.”

  “Perhaps,” said Yuri with a sarcastic smile. Then the door was opened and Dimitri walked in. He was carrying a black attaché case which had an ominous look.

  “Ah, here is Lieutenant Karinov. Now we may proceed. If you would be so kind, Miss Fullerton, this process requires you to kneel on the floor.”

  “No way! NO FUCKING WAY!” screamed Vicky getting decidedly worried. “I’ll have the law on you if you come near me again!”

  “Miss Fullerton! I am the country’s chief of police. That means I AM the law around here. NOW KNEEL!”

  Vicky backed away, covering herself with her arms - genuine fear winning over all else.

  “Put her in place,” ordered Yuri.

  The two subordinates came over and grabbed Vicky by the arms. She tried to fight them off but was powerless against their much greater strength. They dragged her to the centre of the room and wrestled her to her knees then pulled her arms behind her back before securing them with a pair of cuffs.