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

by Dan Bruce

Natalie had looked at the chief’s naked body in wonder and awe - for despite all the pain and the fear he instilled, the chief made for a stunning spectacle when out of his clothes. His face was so manly with his jet black hair and his coal black eyes and the black stubble on his firm strong jaw. His broad bulky frame was covered by a sleek mat of black hair that ran from his neck all the way down to the bottom of his rib cage then tapered off to a thick band running down to his navel and beyond to his thatch of curly black pubes. His nipples were big and erect, sitting proud on his fabulously meaty pecs - his waist was trim and the stomach was flat. He supported this mass on two tree trunk legs covered in delicate black hair.

  And then there was his cock!

  It was everything Vicky had described and more – a huge phallus of pulsating meat with an enormous oozing plum at the end. It looked hungry and virile and impossibly large, yet Natalie knew that it was destined to go inside her. She wanted it inside her. She needed consummation with this man who had claimed her.

  After allowing Natalie to take in the sight of his nudity, the chief surprised Natalie by lifting her up again, supporting her on her feet for a moment as he positioned himself on the cot. Then Yuri lifted Natalie’s left leg and brought it over his body so Natalie was left straddling his massive thighs.

  “Flesh, Miss Fullerton. Feel! Feel my flesh. Feel how hard and engorged is my manhood. Feel what you must take inside you. And do not fear – it will fit without harm. You are mine now and too precious a pet for me to damage. Show me your acceptance. Make the final offering of flesh. Accept me as your master – make the offering – make it to me – because you want to - not for a sister – not for any other reason – but because it is mine.”

  Natalie wondered if drugs had yet again come into play - her mind was no longer the one she once knew. His voice owned her - she was a puppet on its strings, manoeuvred by his every word. She reached out and took the massive phallus without a second’s thought and stroked it up and down, both thrilled and terrified at the same time. It was the first cock she had ever touched and Natalie could scarcely believe what she felt. The flesh was so hard, and it seemed so warm and vibrantly alive – a beast of a thing that felt so incredibly exciting and dangerous beyond belief. Enthralled by what she touched, Natalie began to masturbate the chief’s massive penis, rubbing her fingers up and down the length. At first she was clumsy, never having done this before for a man, but her hands soon turned more deftly, their girlish softness a real thrill to the chief as Natalie stroked up and down his cock.

  Natalie grew bolder. With each stroke her hand ventured a little higher up the sturdy shaft until her fingers were sliding over the head. She instinctively tightened her fingers as they passed over the top of the chief’s glans, the cock jerking in response to her grip. The chief’s cock was leaking continually – a steady stream of pre-cum oozing out the eye, drawn out by Natalie’s fingers. She smeared the silvery juice all over the glistening glans then added to the lubrication with a little of her own saliva. Natalie kneaded the big glans with one hand, and with the other she stroked the chief’s rock hard shaft, failing to contain its incredible girth. In a trance of growing lust she drove on, stroking the shaft faster, and kneading the head with more vigour. She jerked on the meat, hypnotised by the action, her eyes glued to the silent beast which she wrestled, whilst feeling the fire which she stoked within it.

  A hand brought her to a halt. The chief placed it on Natalie’s and ceased the action. That would not be the way she first experienced her master’s coming. Whilst he calmed himself down in preparation for the ultimate consummation, the chief ordered Natalie to play with the rest of his body. Feeling more and more excited, Natalie happily obeyed, and explored the chief’s incredible manliness, running her hands through the thick mat of chest hair and cupping his huge churning balls. Boldly Natalie leaned over and lapped adoringly at the chief’s flesh – his chest with all its hair, his huge erect nipples, the stubble on his chin and then the mass of his cock which she licked and smothered her face in.

  Yuri lay back and accepted the adoration whilst he played with the pussy of his virginal slave. As Natalie lapped at his body, Yuri stroked the girl’s labia and ever so slowly teased inside her. A finger part-way up her vagina and was accepted with ease, Yuri’s tongue having paved the way and loosened the girl both physically and mentally. Then a second was in her and stretching, frigging the girl gently and coaxing her along.

  Natalie responded with moans as she lost herself in the moment, the fingers felt so good inside her pussy, and the chief’s manly body was driving her wild.

  Then the fingers became more insistent and the chief took Natalie’s right hand and pressed it on his cock.

  It was time!

  The chief did not need to command – Natalie knew what her master wanted.

  Straightening herself up, Natalie held the chief’s huge penis in her right hand and supported herself with her left hand resting on the chief’s furry chest, luxuriating in the rich mat of hair that was there. With the chief’s hands now on her butt cheeks, coaxing her along, Natalie raised herself up and positioned herself so that the glans of the chief’s cock pressed against his pussy lips. Natalie looked down at him. Yuri’s face was a mask – no charming young man smiling in encouragement, but a manipulative stud who had brought Natalie to this point and now waited on her final surrender.

  Suddenly Natalie was gripped by fear. Clarity came to break through the hypnotic haze of lust that had somehow been conjured up. She was a virgin, a slight young woman, and the chief was a man of enormous size. Natalie thought to move, but the chief’s hand was suddenly there on top of her shoulder holding her in place. Yuri stared up at her, his expression was clear. Not a command, but a request, for this had to be given.

  Slowly Natalie pulled herself together. She wanted to be fucked – the chief had aroused her so much – but the man was so bloody big! The path was set, however, and Natalie willingly stepped forward and lowered herself onto the chief’s cock. She felt the stretch, she clenched her teeth – she experienced the stab when the big glans popped through – a sudden blast of pain that exploded in her brain and released a maidenly flow. Then she experienced such bliss that she’d never thought possible. The pain was still there but fading away to be replaced by such utter joy as she absorbed the warmth and virility of the incredible thing inside her.

  “See, my girl. I told you it would fit. Now take your time and take the rest. Sink all the way down and stuff yourself with your master’s manhood. I want you to ride my cock. I want you to know its joys. You can fuck yourself however you like. Give me your flesh and make me come inside you. Come as well if you like. Then it’s over to me girl! For this is just the first of many rides you will be having tonight!”

  Chapter 10

  It was early afternoon when Natalie awoke the following day. At first she thought she was back in her prison cell. She was lying on a cot of the same design to the one she had slept on the night before. Had it all been a dream? Had she fallen asleep and not been taken to the chief? Had she failed in her objective of saving Vicky?

  Then she felt the agony of her body, the residue of pain on her well flogged ass, the stinging of her nipples and the throbbing inside her pussy.

  No! It hadn’t been a dream – she had been bound and beaten, her beasts had been nicked and she had impaled herself on a massive dick and rode it like a slut. She had fucked herself on the chief of police’s cock, willingly taking it, deflowering herself in the process. She had called herself a whore, called the chief ‘sir’, and called him ‘master’ as well. There had been a document she signed - a confession to a crime that was irrelevant now. Then having tidied that last little detail up, the chief used her throughout the night to satisfy his seemingly insatiable lust. Natalie willingly did unspeakable things for his pleasure, and shamefully came time after time – the girl revelling in the abuse.

  As dawn was breaking, he spurted inside her pussy for the forth time. She h
ad been secured in the stocks and he had fucked her from behind, playing with her asshole whilst pumping into her cunt. She recalled his sadistic laughter as he fingered her little pucker, declaring that he would be fucking that as well, but would save the treat for another time.

  After that final hard shafting, Chief Karinov had then departed, leaving Natalie in a state of exhaustion, freed from the stocks and curled up on the torture chamber floor – too weak from all the sex to even crawl to the cot. Guilt descended in her loneliness. Then in what seemed like a dream her hero came to her - the handsome young lieutenant that she had taken such a shine to. He picked her up like a broken doll and carried her to the cot.

  “I’m sorry,” Natalie had whimpered, ashamed of her behaviour. “I had to do it,” she bleated, knowing it was a lie – knowing at the end she had freely given, but she felt the nice lieutenant deserved the fabrication.

  “Of course you did,” Dimitri had replied.

  Natalie was comforted by his understanding. It was a dream come true to be forgiven for her whorish behaviour. Then the dream turned sour – or did it just get better - as the handsome lieutenant roughly climbed on top. His cock came out of his uniform trousers and he plunged it into Natalie’s well fucked cunt.

  “And I have to do this, you little slut.”

  He fucked her relentlessly, pawing at her body and calling her a whore and a Karinov slave. He fucked her till he came then he fucked her again, taking his time over the second bout of rutting and giving the exhausted Natalie yet another orgasm. Then with the young Scotswoman drenched in more Karinov spunk, Dimitri bound her up in rope, carried out of the castle and threw her in the back of a van.

  And now here she was - lying God knows where in a room full of shadows and unfamiliar voices, a figure looming over her body. Natalie instinctively curled up defensively, timorously shying away.

  “There, there, sweetie. Try to calm down. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

  A soft hand stroked her hair as the gentle voice tried to sooth her battered spirit. It took some time, but slowly calmness returned then Natalie looked at the figure who had sat down beside her on the edge of the cot.

  It was a woman - a beautiful woman with long flowing auburn hair and emerald green eyes. She was naked, her body full and voluptuous. But unlike Natalie who was totally bare, she was adorned with jewellery – through each of her large nipples on her spectacular breasts was a chunky golden ring.

  “Where am I?” Natalie asked.

  “Karinov’s Keep,” the woman replied in what was clearly an Australian accent. “Which is somewhere in Mordavia, but I’m buggered if I know exactly where. Anastasia over there will have a better idea, but she’s not allowed to talk today.”

  Natalie looked over to the far corner of the room where another stunning naked woman sat staring in their direction. She was chained to the wall, each of her golden nipple rings tethered to a hook either side of her. Her skin was so fair, Natalie had never seen anyone so devoid of colour.

  Natalie tried to sit up, but she was too weak to rise. Her hand moved down to her pussy and he tried to rub away the lingering ache and the memory of pleasure that she felt was so wrong.

  “Big bastard, isn’t he?” said the Australian woman. “Biggest darn cock I’ve ever had - and I’ve had plenty over the past few months. Take it easy, sweetie... was he your first?”

  “Yes,” admitted Natalie, and then she let out a sob. “I let him do it – I wanted him to do it - at least I think I did. I wanted to save my sister... but I wanted...”

  “Yeah, I know. He’s one manipulative dog, is our master, Yuri – but boy, can that dog fuck! He tricked me as well, but... Oh I know it sounds crazy, but life ain’t so bad here as long as you behave. We’re not always kept in the cellars - it’s pretty rare in fact, and... Well, you’ll see for yourself in time. Anyway, I heard the story. Vicky told me all about it. Shit! I still can’t believe Yuri gets away with it - but he does. He’s getting away with it right now.”

  “Vicky! You’ve seen Vicky! Is she okay? Where is she?”

  “Last I knew, she had gone to make a telephone call, sweetie... to your parents.”

  “Oh God, is she’s getting us out of here?” asked Natalie, not totally sure if this was good news or not.

  The woman shook her head. “Don’t get your hopes up, sweetie. You’re stuck here, I’m afraid. The British cavalry ain’t coming to your rescue, and I sure as hell don’t want them to rescue me! Vicky’s doing what she needs to do, just as you did what you thought you needed to. She’s telling dear old dad that you’ve decided to spend another couple of weeks away on holiday, and that you’re going to go off to Russia. I believe that tomorrow a couple of look-alikes will cross over the border and your passports will get stamped. I assume they’ll turn up in Siberia or somewhere equally remote. It will be left for Yuri’s old Soviet masters to explain what might have happened to you. I think he gets quite a kick out of making the Ruskies suffer – hence Anastasia over there gets special treatment.”

  Natalie looked again at the tethered woman and shook her head in confusion. She couldn’t fathom her emotions, but logic told her that life would be unbearable here, yet this Australian didn’t seem to mind too much. “What’s your name?” she asked.

  “Name’s Sally. Sally Hudson.”

  “So tell me, Sally... What’s going to happen to me – and to Vicky?”

  Sally got back up and started to pace up around as she gave Natalie the lowdown. “Well, you’ll be staying here as long as Yuri wants you. You’re very young, so that could be a while – he likes them fresh! But you’ll probably be set free at some point – that’s certainly the deal with me - although sadly not for Anastasia. She made a big, big, mistake many years ago, and Yuri’s revenge is severe... Anyway, whatever the deal, you’ll join the harem and do as Yuri tells you, or you’ll suffer the consequences. You’ll suffer regardless, he likes to dish out the torture for kicks, but I’ve learned the hard way that it’s best not to fight him. You’ll get fucked by him lots – and once you get used to his size, that’s quite a plus. Of course Dimitri will be screwing you as well, which is another big attraction in my opinion. And then there are the guests who come to visit as Yuri likes us to put on the occasional party. Life with the Karinovs is a riot of sex. When he’s not around, things are more relaxed, although we still have some fun playing with each other and servicing the guards. There’s a Swedish woman called Greta who runs the place in Yuri’s absence. She’s another of the chief’s slaves who’s served her sentence but has elected to stay...”

  “Stay!”

  “Yeah – stay. I told you it’s not so bad. I might do the same when my sentence is up. Life at Karinov’s Keep can be quite addictive.”

  Natalie shook her head in disbelief. She could barely comprehend what was being said. Surely no one could willingly be someone’s slave. She was trying to absorb it all when the door opened and a familiar shape stood silhouetted in the frame.

  “I trust you are not spreading any of your nasty Australian venom to our new guest, Sally.”

  “No, sir. I was just checking she was alright.”

  “Come here, slut!” yelled Dimitri Karinov.

  Sally got up immediately and walked over to where Dimitri stood, her head bowed subserviently.

  “Kneel and lick my boots, slut! Show our new guest how a good slave should behave.”

  Sally obeyed without any compunction, knowing that an example was about to be made. She knelt down and lapped at Dimitri’s boots, adoring the leather with her tongue.

  Natalie watched enrapt. She was surprised at how docile this seemingly spirited Australian had suddenly become. Then Natalie gazed shocked as the handsome lieutenant that she had admired so much, removed his cock from his uniform trousers and pissed all over the supplicant woman, and forced her to lap his urine from the boots on which some had splashed. When Dimitri was finished he made Sally suck the dregs from his cock. Sally sucked him dry and she sucked h
im hard then she relaxed her throat and accepted Dimitri’s meat as he viciously fucked the sexy Aussie’s face. Then Dimitri roughly pushed Sally away and returned his erect penis to his trousers without having come.

  “I know how much you want my spunk in your mouth, slut. But I might need this hard cock in a few minutes, so you’ll have to go without,” Dimitri said with a laugh. Then he turned his attention to Natalie. “Right, you follow me. It’s time to formalise your position in our happy home.”

  Natalie cowered under the covers of her cot, too afraid to obey. She doubted if she could walk anyway, her body ached so much from the beating and the fucking, her legs were like jelly, traumatised by fear.

  Dimitri wasn’t going to force the issue, he new fine well she was unlikely to walk on her own. He could have made her crawl, placed a collar round her neck and dragged her along by a leash, but that was a game for later – just now he wanted to get on with the show. His Uncle Yuri was waiting – and Dimitri knew better than to keep him waiting for long. So he strode over to the cot and pulled the covers off Natalie. As on the night before he picked her up like a rag doll and carried her out of the room. The door was slammed closed behind him then locked with a large iron key.

  Dimitri carted Natalie along some impressive corridors, of what clearly was an impressive residence, and eventually brought her to the room of their destination – a sparsely furnished sterile looking space with surfaces in white. Yuri Karinov sat in a chair drinking a glass of champagne. Vicky sat in another chair bound and gagged. Natalie let out a screech when she saw her.

  “Ah, Miss Fullerton... no, Natalie,” said Yuri with a flourish of his glass. “I shall call you Natalie from here onwards – best not to cause confusion when I issue a command. It would be such a shame to feel the sting of my whip because you thought I was talking to your sister. Yes, Natalie and Vicky - my two new slaves! Please, Dimitri, help young Natalie to get comfortable, and for goodness sake silence her – I heard enough of her screams last night.”