“Pathetic,” snorted Ivan. “But I suppose it’s better than nothing.”
Catia shook her head, eyes wild.
“You can’t do this,” cried Ulexi.
A pistol cracked across his neck, bringing him to his knees.
“I can do anything I like, boy. You owe me money. That makes me god in your world. I say jump, you stay in the air until I tell you to come down.”
“Do what you want to me,” he groaned. “Just leave Catia out of it.”
“And why would I do that? Do I look like some pie in the sky Marxist to you? I’m a businessman. The Donald Trump of Voldovia, right boys?”
Ivan’s men laughed in approval.
“Enough small talk,” Ivan declared. Put little big man here in a chair. He’s going to watch while I start collecting on my debt. And you, little lady,” he pointed to Catia. “I expect full, enthusiastic cooperation that is unless you want to see your boyfriend pushing up, pushing up...Grigori, what’s that expression?”
“Daisies, Sir?”
“Yes, pushing up daisies. That’s it.” He had his jacket off already and now he was working on his tie.
“Are they going to watch?” Catia wanted to know.
“Watch?” quipped Ivan. “They’re going to sample the wares.”
Catia’s heart sank. So many men. So many cocks.
“Ivan, I swear, I’ll kill you,” said Ulexi.
Several men moved at once to pistol whip him.
“No, I like a man who can express his opinions. So long as he knows who runs the show. I want your clothes off, boy,” he added a new condition to Ulexi’s sentence. “You will play with yourself while we play with your little girlfriend. And god help both of you if you come before we’re finished.”
Ulexi groaned from deep in his throat, a sound of sheer anguish. Ivan had him, by the short hairs as the saying went. That’s what you get for playing with fire...
“Come here,” Ivan ordered Catia. “Help me with my pants.”
She approached the bare-chested giant. He was covered in hair. His nipples were larger than hers, though flatter. His arms alone dwarfed her thighs.
Her fingers trembled as she touched his belt.
“Is that what you learned from your boy master?” he scorned.
She shrank back. “Sir?”
“You’re not a princess,” he snapped. “Down on your knees. Use your teeth.”
Catia abased herself, his crotch filling her line of sight. Placing her hands at her sides, she leaned in, like she was bobbing for apples. Biting down on the belt, she pulled it backwards, unthreading it from the buckle.
It was hard work. She broke a sweat working the belt hole.
Then came the button. She nibbled at it, she made fish lips.
“Come on, girl, I’m not as young as you. I’ll die of old age at this rate.”
She whimpered, trying to catch the zipper in her teeth.
At last!
The zipper came down, revealing his underwear covered cock. Now what?
She tried rubbing her face to open the little flap. She tried using her tongue.
“Take her away,” Ivan shook her head. “She’s useless.”
“And the boy?”
“Shoot him.”
“Wait,” she cried. She clamped down on the waistband and pulled it down with all she had. Never had she been so glad to see a penis.
“Sir, please,” she begged between desperate kisses. “Don’t shoot him...Master, please.”
Ivan relaxed. “Hold off,” he spared Ulexi for the moment. “She might have potential.”
Ulexi didn’t look glad to be alive. Not when he was having to stroke his dick, with Catia on her knees, servicing his worst enemy.
“Thank you,” breathed Catia, licking each of his balls. “Kind Master.”
His erection grew to enormous length.
“I expect you to deep throat it,” said Ivan.
“Yes, Master, thank you, Master.”
“Catia...” Ulexi sounded like a sick and wounded animal. “My Catia.”
“Are you watching, boy,” gloated Ivan. “Give yourself a good jerk off, while I show how a real man does it.”
“Do you think I care?” Ulexi raged, like a man possessed. “I don’t love her. She’s a piece of property, that’s all.”
“Say what you will, you only shame yourself more. Admit it, she’s beautiful, too good for you, and now you’ll never touch her again,” said Ivan.
Catia gaped her jaws wide, just in time to receive the mammoth injection, a cock so large she swore it had no end. Ivan pushed himself to the back of her throat, pressing, making her gag.
“I want action,” he complained, pinching her nose. “You’re a slave girl.”
Catia worked desperately, sliding her mouth, trying to please him, trying to earn back the right to breathe.
He chuckled, releasing her. She sucked in the oxygen through her nostrils. Ivan grasped the side of her head. His hands were so large, his fingers reached right around her skull.
He picked up the pace, fucking her mouth, using it like a pussy. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ulexi, naked in the chair, a gangster on either side, his gorgeous shaft in his hand, utterly powerless as he rubbed his fingers up and down.
It should be him fucking her, commanding her. Ulexi should have been celebrating his victory by now, his defeat of Ivan as he tossed the contents of the cash box onto the bed. So much money, they would have been set for life.
She was going to send some to her mother, so she would never have to work again, never have to take a strange cock or lick another woman’s pussy. She could sit home, in dignity and enjoy her old age the way a woman should.
Part of Catia’s fantasy was that Julyana would rock her grandchildren, but how could there be any now? Ivan had purchased her for slavery, to send her to one of the dark brothels, where women performed night and day, making money for their masters, keeping nothing themselves. In a year or two, she would be used up, nothing left for Ulexi or anyone else.
Catia wanted to die.
Ivan pulled his cock out unexpectedly. “Beg for it,” he wrapped his fist around the wet, throbbing sausage. “Beg for me to squirt on you while your boyfriend watches.”
“Please, Master Ivan...come...on my body.”
“Hold up your tits,” he ordered. “Nice young melons to be frosted.”
Ivan gritted his teeth, whipping his hand up and down. His balls were rocks. His cock swelled even further. Swearing deep and low, he let loose.
Flying sheets of semen, all over her face, her breasts, in her hair.
“Thank you, Master,” she said when he had finished soiling her.
He took her by the hair and dragged her to Ulexi. “See, boy? She has a man’s come on her. And she likes it. Don’t you, slave?”
Her lip quivered. “Yes...Master.”
Ivan laughed, rearing back like some kind of forest god. “All of you,” he commanded his men. “Stick her where you like, but no one comes inside her. I want her covered in the semen of men.”
Ivan’s men took turns with her, some by themselves, others two at a time, working her fore and aft. She submitted to them on the bed, assuming whatever position was required. When she moved too slowly they slapped her tits, which hurt very much. Her ass was not exempt from exploitation. More than one of the men plowed that narrow furrow most thoroughly before spilling themselves over her ass.
The come was warm and thick and with each release she felt dirtier and more used. The worst thing of all was to have Ulexi watching, knowing what this was doing to him, completely destroying his manhood, taking from him that which was most precious.
His woman. The only thing in the world he truly owned.
I’ll always be yours, she wanted to cry. I’ll never forget and one day I’ll find you again. Your mark on me is permanent. You own me, Ulexi, you taught me to crawl, you broke my pride, made me kiss your feet, eat from a plate on your floor, you
made me give myself to sadistic policemen, and now...this.
All for you, from this point on, my whole life I dedicate to you.
The mobsters proved to be creative. They found special places, openings. One man shot himself off in her ear. Another jerked off directly into her hair, wrapping the long tresses about his dick.
One man sat on her chest and came between her breasts. His balls rubbed her stomach, full, heavy and sweaty. He grunted the whole time, not even looking at her face. He molded her orbs like they weren’t even attached to a living person. Of all her abusers, this one made her feel the most denigrated and disgraced.
Ivan sensed this and ordered her to masturbate while he pumped her. She came as he did, the men laughing as semen squirted up under her chin and little moans escaped her throat.
When the last of the men had finished with her, they drank a toast, from an expensive bottle of vodka.
“Thirsty?” asked Ivan.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, lying limp on her back.
Ivan took a mouthful and spit it on her stained face. The men laughed uproariously. He did the same to Ulexi.
“Hey, we forgot something,” Ivan exclaimed. “One of our esteemed party has not made a contribution. Ulexi, our newest associate.”
Ulexi stiffened.
“Come on, boy, don’t be shy.”
He shook his head; he knew what the boss wanted him to do.
One of the men slapped his face. “You were given an order, boy. Best follow, eh?”
They pushed Ulexi to his feet and shoved him forward. He stumbled to the side of the bed. “Catia...”
“It’s all right, lover,” she smiled. “Let go, come all over me. Seal your mastery.”
“Isn’t that touching,” exclaimed Ivan. “She wants him to seal his mastery.”
“What a master!” a man exclaimed.
Ulexi’s cock began to wilt amidst the derision.
“Hey, what’s this,” said Ivan. “Can’t the master get it up?”
Catia couldn’t let him bear this humiliation. “Master,” she said to Ivan. “May I help him?”
“No touching. But you may blow on it.”
The men snickered.
Catia rose up on her elbows. “Remember, Ulexi, all the things you did to me?” She exhaled, as close as she could get to his member. “The first time in the bar? You took me, you owned me, I was a commanded woman, I did as you told me, took off my panties, in front of the others. How could I resist? My cunt was already wet. You smelled them and you knew. I danced inside when you ordered me to the bathroom, to the men’s room, to bend over and wait. You were going to fuck me. I had no thought but whether I’d be good enough. You had saved my life, you were like a god. You will always be one.”
Ulexi shivered. His cock was hard, though he seemed so tormented, like he didn’t want it to be so.
“You must do this,” she pleaded. “You must come; let your semen erase the others.”
He grabbed himself, whimpering. “I...”
The orgasm came on him like a seizure. He wasn’t himself, not strong at all. She wept as he shot across her stomach.
“That was impressive,” said Ivan to Ulexi. “You must give us lessons.”
Ulexi closed his eyes. The ultimate male shame. To be forced to masturbate, to diddle over his own woman, who now belonged to others.
“Cheer up, Ulexi,” Ivan clamped him on the shoulder. “Work hard and one day I’ll get you another one, much better than this.”
Ulexi was silent.
“What do we do with the woman?” asked Mikhail.
“Wrap her up,” he said. “Take her to Sergei. See if he has any use for her.”
Mikhail fetched a roll of strong tape and a burlap hood. He sealed a piece over her mouth and covered her head. She tried to scream Ulexi’s name but it was too late.
He flipped her over and taped her wrists together behind her back. Then he taped her ankles and pulled them taut against her wrists. She was hog tied, unable to move a muscle.
He put her on her side so she could breathe.
“Get dressed,” she heard Ivan say to Ulexi. “Take this, buy yourself a bottle, go home and sleep. You report for work tomorrow afternoon.”
The door opened and closed several times, she wasn’t sure which time was her lover. Eventually, she heard nothing, not even breathing.
She had been left alone. To think about Sergei and what sort of uses an acquaintance of Ivan’s might find for a helpless, young woman, naked and bound.
One thing was certain, if it was indeed a slave brothel they were sending her to then she was as doomed as a female could be...in short order she would no longer be a woman or even a girl...but an animal.
Chapter Six
Catia tried not to wet herself. But the men left her too long. Humiliated, she released the stream from her naked loins. It trickled down her thighs, a steady stream soaking the bed underneath her. Cold and wet, she waited, fearing the worst.
Sure enough the men were angry when they came to get her.
“Stupid dumb cunt,” one of them groused, cutting the tape from her ankles. “I’m gonna make her suffer.”
“Forget it,” said the other. “She’s Sergei’s problem. Let’s just clean her up for the trip.”
“Not yet. Put her on her belly; let her lay in her own piss while I get the whip.”
Catia protested in vain.
“Lay still,” the man told her. “There’s no point in fighting anything from now on.”
The other man returned and gave her five stripes, one right after the other. The whip hissed in the air each time. It hurt like hell.
“You like that,” the man rubbed her bottom afterwards, making her twitch and moan in agony. “Well, get used to it, where you’re going, the whip will be your constant companion...brothel slave.”
Catia’s breath caught in her throat. It was true, there was no more denying where she was going and for what purpose.
“Enough playing around,” the second man complained. “We need to put her in the shower and get a move on.”
“She doesn’t deserve a shower,” the first man kept at her, flicking the whip between her shoulder blades. “Maybe we can clean her in the toilet bowl.”
“She won’t fit.”
“You’re right. Lucky for her.” He caressed between her shoulder blades, and then dealt a surprise blow with the whip. Catia whined in surrender.
They carried her to the shower, one at each end of her limp body. Standing her in the corner, her hands still taped behind her back, they blasted her with icy cold water.
Right on her breasts and between her legs, too. They did it much longer than necessary, obviously enjoying her sexual squirming. She couldn’t help the arousal she felt, at the stimulation, the cruel domination.
Had she sunk so low that even strangers, anonymous mobsters could do this to her?
They didn’t bother to dry her off. They just wrapped her up in a blanket and carried her outside to a waiting van. They laid her on the metal floor, miserable and wet, from the tips of her toes all the way up to her sopping wet head covering.
Doors slammed and the vehicle started moving.
“What’s the deal with this one, anyway?” She heard a male voice say—the same man who had whipped her.
“The deal is, it’s none of our fucking business,” the second man said. “She’s young, she’s fresh and she belongs to the boss.”
The first man snorted. “Who cares? I’m having a piece before we get there.”
“Ivan will cut your balls off. If Sergei doesn’t do it first.”
“Ivan and Sergei won’t ever know. Who’ll tell them? You? The girl? She’s blind as a bat under that hood.”
“She’ll recognize your voice.”
“If she’s smart,” he growled, unrolling the blanket and leaving her exposed on her back. “She’ll forget she heard a thing. Isn’t that right, girlie?”
Catia felt something sharp at he
r breast. It was a knife. She nodded yes, muttering frantically.
“In fact,” he rubbed the flat of the blade across her tight bud, “I’ll bet she’s lonely and would like a little bit of loving. Give me a sign, Petra; open your legs if you would like a nice present of a sausage between them.”
Catia did as she was told. She couldn’t take another whipping, or whatever else this pig of a man had in mind.
“You see?” the man gloated to his companion. “She wants to be my girlfriend. She wants me to be nice to her.”
He didn’t bother to undress; he just took out his hard cock and mounted her right there on the floor.
“How is she?” the second man wanted to know.
“Tight and sweet. Not like those farm sluts or the burned out hags from the Red District.”
“Only the best for Sergei, eh?”
“You should try her. She’s wet as anything. This one’s a natural pain slut. She’s going to make them a fortune.”
“No thanks, I’ll pass on your leftovers.”
“She was hardly a virgin when we found her,” the first man reminded him.
“I’m not going in a whole filled with your come,” the second man insisted.
“What a pain in the ass you are. Hey, there’s an idea. I’ll come in her rectum, leave the other hole for you.”
“Take them both, I have a girl already.”
“This isn’t a girl, though, this is a come receptacle. It’s not even cheating.”
Catia burned at the designation. It was the truth, though a hard one to swallow. Brothel women were at a level far lower than anything Julyana would ever have experienced. Men came and used her, but they respected her life, they left when they were done and allowed her to carry on her affairs. Catia would have no life. Her body would be used night and day, her wishes, her needs would be ignored; or worse, still a source of punishment.
“Oh, yea,” he grunted, pounding her body. “That’s it, brothel slut. Take it, take my hot fucking come, take in that owned little cunt of yours, tight slave pussy, fucking brothel bitch...” He went on, swearing up and down until finally he released himself into her battered and bruised body.
“Last chance,” said the man, pulling his cock from her conquered hole.
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