Doing business in certain countries like Russia requires forming partnerships with crime lords and corrupt government officials. The Russian mob crusies the deserted streets looking for beautiful young women to kidnap and auction off to the highest bidder. Irina Antoenko is 23, an actress, model, and former beauty queen. She is, as far as she can tell, the only person outside on the street. The only vehicle on the street, a white van marked 'Pet and Animal Catchers', strange never seen that running through the neighborhood.
The van pulls up doors open to men jump out grabbing Irina and throwing her into the van and speeds off. Looking out of the dark tinted windows, Irina has no idea where she is. They are no longer on a street or highway, instead on a dark, private road running parallel to large, deep looking, pond in front of a large stone mansion. " I said I'd take you home." He tells her after seeing the look of bewilderment on her face, gathering his coat as the van slowly comes to a stop in front of the mansion.
" I just didn't tell you whose home you'd be going to." " What the fuck is going on?!?!?" Irina Antoenko ( 23 ) screams out to me, drowning out the sounds of the side doors of the van being closed. Remaining quiet, I take another gulp of my alcohol as I watch Irina with amusement. Her panic filled eyes flip back and forth between the long windows as the dark shadow of a person slowly making their way down the side of the window. As the doors by Irina slowly opens. My blood begins to flow as I watch the young woman's chest jutting out, breasts heaving as she tries with feeble attempts to prevent the inevitable.
With grunts, the men on either side of the door prevail, yanking the doors open at roughly the same time. The larger of the two, reaches into the van and easily pulls away Irina into his grasp.
Futilely she screams, and tries to cause him pain with her knees and elbows, to no effect. His face is expressionless, as if he were a statue as he waits off to the side of the van for his Boss to exit. Slowly I emerge from the back of the van, brushing off my lap. Smiling upon seeing my new million dollar toy struggling in my bodyguard's arms, I slowly walk up the long, flat stone stairs to the large wooden doors.
The doors open slowly by another large man. As I pass by, the man slowly bows slightly in respect, while I pay no attention to him.
Setting Irina down in front of me, I pull her in tightly to me with my large hands tightly gripping her arms. If it weren't for the fear in her mind, Irina would have been amazed by the mansion she is standing in. The large, cavernous foyer gave off the impression of magnificence, with its light colored marble floors and large limestone columns with intricate carvings at the base of each column.
Its two large curving staircases flanking each side of the door with gold railings only added to the elegant impression of the room. I stand away from the small group at the front door as I casually flip through the envelopes sitting neatly on a table off to the side, a large potted plant perched beside the them. Immediately I walk down the large foyer, making a right down one of the numerous halls.
It isn't long before I turn my attention towards my new toy. Looking upon her, I couldn't help but be amused. Something about the fear in her gives me satisfaction. It would make it easier to bend her to my will. " Take our new guest to my room. Then come join me outback." I tell Nikolai in my dark voice. Nodding his understanding, the large Russian named Nikolai grasps Irina tighter in his hands before lifting her up over his shoulders.
Kicking and screaming, Irina is taken against her will up the closest staircase to the second floor. Her futile screams reach no one as she's carried down the long hallway to the large doors at the end of the ornately decorated hall.
With ease Nikolai reaches with his free hand for one of the gold doorknobs, turning it as he holds down his Boss's prize. " Let me go!" Irina yells at the Russian as he quickly carries her over to the large elegant bed facing the door on the far side of the room. Remaining silent, Nikolai carries her over to a large bed, throwing her down onto it with ease. Before Irina could even attempt to escape from the large Russian man, his large bear claw-like hands push her chest further into the soft bed.
Her screams are futile as he quickly straps her to the bed, wrists first before moving to her kicking feet. Letting out a soft smile, with his dark eyes narrowing as if he were looking at something adorable and cute, Nikolai turns away from Irina despite her cries for him to come back and release her. Grasping the tight rope tying her wrists to the bed posts, Irina peers out across into the large bedroom.
As with the rest of the house, the grandeur and elegance of the room was awe-inspiring. The dark stained, ornately decorated wood paneling of the walls, along with the faint glowing of the lights in the room gave it the feeling of being from another time period, as if it had be transported from the old eighteenth century manors seen in movies or books.
Lying on the soft, pillow-like bed, Irina can't help but feel the fear and dread sink in as she looks around at the surroundings. 'Why the fuck did I ever say yes to hanging out late today?' She thinks to herself, letting the harsh new reality sink in. The Russian crime lord stands alone on the expansive balcony overlooking the large garden with its neatly trimmed hedges and trees.
Just beyond the hills, he can see the faint glowing of the city skyline, his city's skyline. He was the one who controlled the city, regardless of what the other leaders of the various gangs thought. No one had the political connection or the capital to even come close to him. As long as he had any say in the matter, it would stay like that for as long as he wanted it to.
He was the man in charge, except when it came to the Council. He despised the Council more than anything. Comprised of the highest ranking members of each Crime Syndicate, no one made a major move without consulting each other at their bi-monthly meetings.
The cool breeze blows across his face as the sound of the door opening derails his train of thought. Waiting in the doorway I stand, pausing to be acknowledged by the crime boss. Slowly he turns to face me his new associate, a caring smile on his face. The two men exchange welcomes in English before turning back to the limestone barrier of the balcony. The crime boss hands me a cigar, similar to the Cuban he had between his fingers.
Leaning against the barrier, the two men puff away slowly on their illegal cigars as they stare out across the expansive garden, the soft rushing of water in the fountain the only sound. Finally the crime boss breaks the silence as he turns towards me. " Tell me Brother, how is your new pet?" He asks me in English. His tone is casual, as if this were nothing new to him.
I take another puff from my cigar before answering.
" A little tied up at the moment." I tell him as he rolls the cigar between his fingers. " She looks like she'll be lots of fun." The crime boss chuckles to himself at hearing the words from me. " Young women are always fun. It's like breaking a wild horse into a show horse. This one should be fun, unlike other sluts." " I'm sure the boys downstairs loved the slut." I commented.
The crime boss smiles to himself, remembering the last girl that became useless for him as she groveled at his feet for his mercy and forgiveness before being given to the men as a token of his appreciation. Chuckling to myself, I give the crime boss another pat on the back before heading back into the mansion.
My feet are heavy with fatigue as they carry me through the halls and up the long spiral staircase. Images and thoughts of what I want to do with my little new Russian Pet float into my head as I near the bedroom door, filling me with anticipation of playing with my new Slut. As I open the two large doors to the bedroom door, I can't help but be somewhat amused as I see her lying exposed and restrained to the bed, my bed.
Irinia remains silent as she sees me, the man that tricked her, the Man responsible for this, enter her line of sight. Terror slowly fills her as I walk closer to her with each footstep. Watching me intently, her eyes never leave me, as if she is trying to pull at the mercy in me.
With futile attempt, Irinia tries again to test the tight bonds that are holding her in place. Turning away from the bed, I slowly take off my black sports jacket, neatly placing it on one of the armchairs. I turn back to face her slowly as I continue to undress, remaining silent as my hands toy with the crimson tie and shirt. Staring deeply at her, I finally speak.
" There are only three people with keys to this bedroom door when it's locked." I tell her as I begin to unbutton my shirt after tossing the tie into the same armchair, sitting on the edge of the bed by her feet.
" But from the inside, I'm the only person with the combination to the door." " Why are you doing this to me?" Irinia asks me as I untie my shoes.
Intently she watches and listens to me, listening for any signs of trickery.
" I enjoy beautiful women from around the world." I begin as I slowly strip away the long black socks off of my tired feet. " I'm a unique businessman.
I have an insatiable sexual appetite for beautiful women. I travel the world seeking beautiful women. Especially young beautiful women." Slowly Irinia's breathing increases, her heart feeling like it's about to burst with sheer fear.
" What are you going to do to me?" She asks hesitantly as she looks into my eyes. " Tonight, I'm going to break you in. In the long run, you're going to be my little Russian fuck toy when I visit Russia." I tell her casually, leaning in closer to her body to examine her.
My eyes lock in deeply into her completely shaven pussy, a small trace of wetness on her labia lips as she tries without success to cover herself. Chuckling softly to myself, I reach out to her exposed cunt. Irinia jumps slightly as she feels my large hands slowly caress her thighs, working their way up to the sweet wet spot.
My soft masculine fingers feel like electricity through her body as I caresses her sensitive and aroused lips. " I think my little Russian likes that." I say softly, noticing her face trying to hide the sign of being turned on and aroused. Slowly my index finger works its way through her opening while my large thumb rubs her clit in slow circular motions. It takes all of Irinia's willpower to stop from crying out in pleasure as my fingers make her feel like melted butter.
' My own fingers never felt this good' she thinks to herself, quietly enjoying the feeling between her thighs. Carefully removing my fingers from her cunt, I plunge them into my mouth. Slowly my tongue lick away at the sweet juices on my finger, savoring the taste of my little toy. The wetness only increases my ravenous hunger for her, my lust burning deeply within me. Standing up slowly, I face Irinia as my hands quickly manipulate the silver of my leather belt, letting my pants fall to the floor as my eyes stare deeply into hers.
Like a spring, my monster cock bounces back up after being freed from the dark slacks. Irinia's eyes lock onto my engorged and throbbing member, the dick that she knows will be deep inside of her soon. Climbing onto the foot of the bed, I crawl forward to Irinia like a tiger before its prey. My eyes burn with a hungry lust as I crawl closer, dipping my head slightly to take a longing lick of her cunt, tasting her arousal straight from the source. Irinia's eyes roll back into her head behind her clenched eye lids, the feeling of my tongue against her cunt like electricity.
Gradually I climbs on top of Irina, my cock firmly pressing against her very wet and aroused opening. With an agonizing slowness, I slowly press my hips harder into Irina's until the soft fleshy hymen prevents my dick from going further.
Dipping my head down against her neck and collar bone, I gradually sink my teeth into her soft flesh, teasing her with pain and excitement. " This is going to hurt. Your a virgin?" I whisper softly into her ear. Before Irina has time to react, time to prepare for the pain, my throbbing dick breaks through her soft fleshy hymen in one hard thrust. The intense sharp pain of being broken in rips through Irina's body, her small hands gripping the binds tied around her wrists to the bed post.
Feeling so full and painfully stretched, Irina cries out from the pain, her dark eyes welling up with tears at the tearing sensation between her legs. Enjoying the tight wetness wrapped around my cock, I pause on top of Irina, my cock pressing crudely against her cervix to allow her to adjust to the feeling of being stretched. Slowly I kiss and bite on her neck harder, my teeth sinking deeper into her flesh as my cock slowly plunges into the shallow depths of her tight cunt.
Tears run down Irina's face from the sharp pains on her neck and in her cunt. Audible moans of pain fill the room with my grunts of pleasure. Slowly the pain coursing through her body turns to a dull pleasure, building and building within her senses. Her soft moans soon turn lustful as I thrust hard and deeper into her. " You like that, don't you, you little whore?" I ask, bringing my head away from her neck as I stare into her eyes, small droplets of blood on my chin from the vampire-like biting of her neck.
Panting softly, Irina tries to ignore my words, but the shame of the truth sinks in. " Get the fuck off me!" She screams, hoping to alert anyone in the house. Feeling absolutely full with my cock, it feels as though her cunt can no longer stretch to fit my entire cock, I keep thrusting in spite of her pain and discomfort.
I laugh in a low, sadistic laugh as my hips thrust harder into her. The soft feeling of my hands exploring her body, slowly making their way up her chest before reaching her soft neck.
Gradually the grip around the soft flesh of her neck, breathing heavily with fear, tightens around her as I stare into her eyes with my dark eyes. " It looks like my little slut needs lessons in manners." " Get used to this." I whisper to her over the low squishing sound from her cunt.
" This is what you're going to be doing for the rest of your life, my little slut. Your body is my body now. I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want and you aren't going to do a fucking thing to stop me?" My deep thrust into Irina's cunt becomes urgent as the words slowly sink into her mind.
Trying with all her might to fight off the intense pleasure building within her young body, she remains motionless at my words. The depravity of her future strangely makes her more aroused at the thought of it. Tears trickle down her face in shame of being turned on and aroused by the outlook of her life. The grip of my hand around her neck tightens as I jerk her head towards my gaze.
I always love the feeling of having a terrified person's throat in my grip, feeling the panic and life literally in the palm of my hand.
" Answer me, you little whore." I whisper softly to her, my eyes wild with rage and lust, as my finger nails dig deep into her neck. " I-I understand!" she cries out, her voice distorted by the tight grip of me on top of her as she stares back at me.
Slowly I loosen my tight grip around her delicate neck, keeping it just in the loose grip of my hand as my thrust drives deeper and harder against her body as my cock stretches, carves and tears away at her sensitive, soaked cunt.
My head lowers to hers gradually, licking away her tears down her cheeks to taste the tangible fear and pain in my little fuck toy. Soon I press my head against the side of Irina's, my hot panting breath against her ear sending shivers down her spine as I mercilessly impale her tight pussy as she struggles to shield the fact that she is enjoying the now pleasurable thrusts. " Now I'm going to make you my own." I whisper lustfully into her ear, panting hard as I give one last, plunging thrust into her.
Groaning and grunting in pleasure, my cock jerking uncontrollably, erupting inside of her. My hot seed coats her insides with its salty gooiness as I collapse on top of her bound body.
The sensation of my warm cum shooting into her sore sensitive cunt, along with the feeling of my warm, sweaty pelvis pressing firmly into her throbbing and swollen clit sends her body over the edge. Her silken soaked walls grip my throbbing cock tightly as the intense orgasmic rush over runs her body.
Eyes rolling back into her head, Irina can't help but to grind her hips, her clit, into my body, trying for anything to increase the intense orgasm filling her senses until her body slowly calms. My low chuckles of amusement fill her ears as she realizes her body got the best of her. Shame slowly washes over her at the mere thought of being fucked and broken in by me, even enjoying the sensations I made her feel.
" I knew you would like that, you little whore." I groan as my hands slowly untie her from the bed.
" You need to learn that from now on, many simple things are privileges." Casually I tell her as I move to her ankles, rubbing her skin. " Next time, you'll be a good little fuck toy and ask to cum. Slowly she nods her head as her small hands rub her wrists, fearful of me. Something deep down inside her told her to not say anything, to not even question me.
Her eyes lock onto my body as I slowly rise from the bed. Within moments the room is covered in blackness as she lays in the fetal position in her new bed, the slick feeling of my cum slowly oozing from her sore and aching cunt as she slowly sobs herself to sleep.
" Time to sleep, my little slutty princess." I tell her with a broad smile as I climb into the bed next to her. Sun light shining brightly through the windows shines right into Irina's eyes as she slowly awakes from her heavy, exhausted sleep.
Eye lids slowly opening, she's immediately startled by the silhouette of me in the light. ' This wasn't a nightmare after all.' She thinks to herself as she slowly sits upright in the bed. Timidly Irina inches closer to the foot of the bed, griping the bed as she slowly kneels. " Please, can I please go home?" She asks softly, her voice cracking from the hours of sobbing and crying.
" You had your fun, just please let me go home." I chuckle sending shivers down her spine as I slowly turn away from the large window. " You don't get it, do you?" I ask her, taking a sip from a glass in my hand.
" This is your home now. You were stupid enough to be wherever the fuck you were when they picked you up, I bought you from them for 1 million dollars and now you start a new life as my little cum slut. You will continue your modeling career. You will live here and when I come to Russia, you will be available to me." " You're fucking sick." Irina tells me, courage and boldness welling up inside of her.
I say nothing to her as I take another sip. Slowly I walk closer to the bed, a sick smile forming on my face. " You know, if it weren't for me, you'd just be another sad story on the news in Russia. You really think those other people would have kept you alive after doing whatever sick pleasure they get from you?
You are a liability to them, and I'm the man that goes to auctions in Russia looking for the beautiful liabilities." Sitting on the edge of the bed, I casually let my hand slide up her leg, petting her soft skin before she jerks herself away from my touch. " You should be thankful that I'm in the mood for keeping you alive while you're still useful to me. You will continue your career." " What happens if I become useless to you?" She asks curiously, testing me, the man in control of her destiny.
A soft smile forms across my face as I chuckles softly to myself.
" When that day comes, I'll personally take you down to the men's barracks." With a soft groan, I slowly stand up from the bed, turning around to see the fear on her face from my threats. " Let's hope you don't get useless to me." I tell her as I walk across the expansive bedroom to the door.
My back shields the key pad lock to the door, taking no chances in case she can see the combination from across the room. A short, low beep sounds as the door opens slightly for me. Silently I open the door wide, allowing a large and tall woman into the bedroom.
Wearing a white outfit that looked as if it belongs to a nurse, the woman wearing it looks upon Irina with a look of indifference as she walks into the room. " This is Olga." I tell her. " She'll be making you look presentable. I don't like my little sluts dirty with cum and blood." Casually I stroll out of the bedroom, leaving Irina alone with the masculine-looking woman.
Over an hour passes as Irina slowly begins to awaken from her sedative-induced sleep. Gradually her body moves against the soft, plush material of the bed, her naked, dry body feeling as if it's lying on a gigantic pillow. Sitting up slowly in the master bedroom, sunshine beaming through the large windows.
Her sense of awe in her mind as she enters a room downstairs. Bookshelves line the left and right sides of the room, towering against the high walls. Art pieces from different time periods from all around the world lined the walls between the large windows overlooking the woods. Its décor and aura gave the impression of being inside of a small library instead of an office of a crime lord.
" Well well." I say, sitting back in the chair as I see Irina being escorted into the office. " Look who finally decides to grace me with her presence." Defiantly remaining silent, Irina slowly peers around the room at the half dozen men standing in various parts of the room, their eyes staring like lasers at her naked body before them.
Slowly shame and disgust washes over her, the feeling of being aroused by being on display for so many men. The hot slick moisture begins to build between her folds slowly as the seconds pass by, being completely naked for all of them to see. " Sleep well Princess?" I condescendingly asks Irina, a soft smirk forming across my face. " Fuck you." she mutters in a soft whisper, too afraid to say anything else above a whisper in such a dangerous environment.
" I plan on it." I say soothingly, the smirk growing wider as I lean forward, putting the papers strewn across the desk in a neat pile before sitting back, my hand outstretched for her hand. Given a firm push, she walks over to the desk with ease.
The men watch the young woman get used by me. Looking over at Irina, I pat the cleared area on the desk in front of me, " Come sit, Irina." Her eyes lock onto my dark eyes, she hesitantly moves closer to me. Small footsteps carry her closer to the desk, afraid of what I may do to her once she's near me, like this is all a trap.
" I won't hurt you.yet." I say softly, the last part under my breath as I look welcoming her. Breathing heavily with no other choice, she slowly walks forward. Creeping along in front of me seated in front of the desk, she slowly turns her body to face me, sitting her butt on top of the desk as she looks down at my face, her legs clenched tightly together to hide the fact of her arousal.
Fearful of what I can do to her, she remains motionless, breathing heavily as she watches my subtle movements in my seat in front of her. " That wasn't so hard, was it?" I ask while my hand slowly runs up and down her bare legs. Resisting all of the anger and urge to kick me in my face, she is frozen in fear.
Eyes clenching shut at my soft caresses, she doesn't say a word of protest or of want, only wanting it to be over, despite what her sore, achingly empty cunt wants. " You see, I'm not as bad as you think I am." I say casually, my fingers slowly massaging her feet. " I only punish bad girls when they deserve it. I can be very spoiling and nice to little girls who behave and listen to orders." Her body slightly trembling, barely noticeable to the untrained eye, her eyes flutter at the feeling of my hands slowly massaging her feet.
The rough pushing against her feet by my hands feels heavenly as my act of kindness. In the back of her mind, she can't help but to wonder when I will turn and be dominating to her again. ' It's only a matter of time.' She thinks to herself, her eyes locked onto mine as I speak, feeling the deep rubbing of her feet in my grasp.
" What happens if I don't behave and follow orders?" Irina asks, her voice shaky with fear, wondering if she should have kept her mouth shut for once.
Smiling to myself, I look up to her face, my grip on her foot loosens as I push it away from me. " You don't want to do that. I have my ways of making you feel remorse for your actions." " Do you ever feel remorse for your actions?" She asks, letting her tongue get the best of her instead of her mind.
" Like kidnapping women and raping them?" Snorting with amusement at her defiant words, I wonder whether I should punish the little insolent bitch right there and then.
Sitting up in my seat, my right hand explores her legs and stomach as a sculptor would a work of art. My hand finding her pert and ample breasts, I slowly rub them before pulling my hand back quickly, only to grab hard onto her breast.
Sharply Irina cries out in pain, the sharp pain against her sensitive skin coursing through her body. " Your skin is so soft. I like how your tits feel when I grab them." I speak again. " Do I have remorse for buying you from your kidnappers?
Do I have remorse for saving and iproving your life?
Not at all, little one." " Stop it you bastard!" Irina groans, kicking her feet hard into my chest. Not even flinching at the driving of her foot into my chest, I smile turning to a look of indifference.
I slowly rise from my seat, pushing her onto her knees in front of me with a soft thud. " You got a fucking dirty mouth." I say, wrenching the zipper of my pants open to free my growing cock from my pants. The cool air feels wonderful against my cock, no longer restrained by my black slacks.
" Maybe I need to teach you how to properly use it like the good little slut you are." Seeing my soft cock growing rapidly in front of her only brought back the memories from the night before, being broken in and made into a woman by the very thing slowly inflating in front of her. The sight of it only makes her slick folds wetter, filling her with shame that she is being aroused by the sight of my enormous cock in front of her, trying to suppress the thoughts and want to please me all over again.
Still defiant, Irina looks me in the eye, trying with all her might to avoid gazing at my member in front of her. " Fuck you, asshole." Sadistically smiling, my large hands swoop down, firmly grasping her hair.
Painfully I pull her up by her long dark hair as I look into her grimacing face, making light of her situation. " What's that? You want to fuck me with your ass hole? I can deal with that." Spinning her around on the spot, I roughly push her down into the desk, holding her down as my free hand opens a drawer in the desk to pull out a small bottle of lubricant.
" See how nice I am? I'm going to fuck your ass like you asked." I joke, pouring out a small amount of lube into my hand before spreading her cheeks with my hand. Irina's protests and pleas fall on deaf ears as she jumps from the feeling of the cold lube being rubbed into and around her tight sphincter.
" Please stop, don't, please!" Around the room, the men chuckle and laugh at her pleas for mercy. Paying no heed to her pleas, my slick hand quickly greases up my hard throbbing cock with a few soft tugs. Undoing my pants as they fall around my ankles, I step forward, slowly easing my cock into Irina's slick crack until the head is pressing firmly against her hole, threatening to slide through the muscle barrier with the slightest movement.
" Please don't!" Irina cries out, her small hands balling up into fists, waiting for the pain to overcome her senses. " Too late." I say over her loud cries for mercy, slowly pushing myself inside of her, stopping at the crown of my cock before moving forward. Nothing in the past comes close to preparing Irina for the pain of being stretched by my monster cock tip.
Her eyes well up in tears as the stretching and tearing sensation courses through her, taking the air out of her as she softly gasps for air. Somewhat thankful for my slow sinking into her orifice, her body jumps slightly upon feeling my hands slowly rubbing and caressing her back, attempting to comfort her as I sink deeper into her ass. Slowly sinking into Irina's tight ass, My left hand firmly holds onto her hips, while my right hand slowly massages her back, trying to comfort her as I stretch her tightest hole for the first time ever, knowing how painful it is for first timers.
I'm determined not to wreck her. ' Not yet at least.' I think to myself with a smile, slowly pushing deeper into her. Bottoming out with the base of my cock buried into her tight ass, I slowly pull my cock out in slow deep thrusts, allowing her to become accustom to the girth of my cock stretching her wide open.
The heavy breathing emanating from her makes me smile, knowing she's slowly liking the experience, despite what her mind might be trying to convince her. Beginning to take off my clothing, my head turns around to the room, speaking in a casual tone to hide the lust in my voice. " Leave us." I order to the men standing around the room watching her take her first cock in her ass as I slide off my jacket, fingers slowly unbuttoning my shirt as I press my cock as deep as I can into her, pausing to take off my shirt and jacket.
Slowly filing out of the room, the men in the room turn back occasionally with wide smiles on their face, looking at the young naked girl handcuffed on the desk with her ass filled with cock. Not able to look at the men watching and staring at her filled with shame, Irina's head turns to the side, pressing against the leather top of the desk and staring at the bookshelves on the wall in an attempt to retard the growing arousal between her legs.
Relishing the pause of my thrusts into her, her eyes close, trying to allow her body to relax and get used to the first ass fucking of her life. " Are you comfortable, Princess?" I ask softly, my fingertips continuing the slow circular motion against her back as I flex the muscle in my cock, making it twitch deep in her tight ass.
" No." She said, her body jumping at the feeling of my twitching cock as she lies. Her body love every minute of the experience, her cunt providing plenty of proof with the slick wetness coating her pouting labia lips. Disgusted that she is actually getting off and enjoying my games, she tries without end to convince herself otherwise, no matter how bad her mind is losing. " Just relax." Thrusting my hips hard into her, pinning her body between me and the desk, I slowly reach down, pulling her up into a standing position.
Standing behind her, my rough chest hair pressing into her back and arms, my right arm slowly reaches around her neck, holding her in place as my hips begin to slam deeper into her tight ass. Huskily breathing into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, my free hand moves to the front of her body. Slowly my hand gropes her stomach and chest, unhurriedly moving down to her achingly wet cunt as my cock plunges deeper into her ass.
" You like this, don't you, my little pet?" I ask in a growling whisper, my fingers sliding with ease into her wet hole while my thumb rubs and strokes her throbbing clit. " All wet for me, eh?" " Yes." Irina softly groans with my arm around her throat, her mind relenting to the pleasure at the feeling of my large fingers against her sensitive pussy, desperately wanting more from me. Steadily my heavy breathing increases as my thrusts become hungrier for the carnal pleasure from her tight ass.
My fingers squishing and swirling in her soaking wet hole, I bring them to her mouth, shoving them hard inside to make her taste herself on my hand.
" Suck my finger's clean, little slut." I grunt, thrusting harder into her hips as my orgasm grows nearer and nearer. Timid at first by the thought of tasting herself, she is left with no other choice as her tongue starts to swirl around my thick fingers. Swirling her tongue to collect the moisture on my fingers, she is surprised liking the sweet taste of her sex on me, hungrily lapping at my fingers to devour all traces of her cunt on my fingers.
Sated with her little tongue around my fingers, I pull out my hand, trailing saliva down her body as I drag my fingers down her body. Finally finding the hard pearl-like clit just above her soaked cunt, my fingers furiously rub her clit, making her gasp in pleasurable bliss.
" Remember what I said last night." I whisper into her ear, my hard, deep, plunging thrusts driving my cock deep inside her tight ass as my massive forearm presses against her neck holding her in place against me. Gasping out from the furious rubbing of her clit, coupled with the intense, pleasurable pressure in her ass, she moans softly in a whisper, having no other choice but to ask.
" Can I cum?" She rasps, her hands reaching up to my arm around her neck, letting her nails dig into my skin as the orgasm builds without end in her. Without warning my hand swats hard at her cunt, making her cry out in sharp, stinging pain.
" I think you can ask with respect, little whore." I whisper into her ear, my voice permeating with animalistic hunger. Gritting her teeth in shame and pain, she gives into my demands, not wanting to experience the sharp pain on her sore and sensitive cunt.
" May I please cum, Sir?" she asks, ashamed at the words escaping her. Feeling my thick fingers against her wet hole making her jump in fear of another swat, only to relax as my fingers continue their slow circular motion. " Cum for me, little slut." I growl into her ear, my thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful as my orgasm builds to its peak.
Unable to hold back any longer, her impaled body convulses under my arm, her body shaking with orgasmic bliss. Her cunt tightly clenching as the cum flows from her, soaking my fingers inside of her as my thumb vigorously strums and rubs her hard and throbbing clit as if there is no tomorrow. Head leaning back onto my shoulder, she is moaning and groaning softly as orgasmic tremors jolt her, her warm breath fill my ear. Her heavy breathing into my ear is enough to send me over the edge.
Pressing and pulling her body closer to me, I give one long, deep thrust before erupting my throbbing cock deep inside of her. My hot load coats her tight clenching ass, making her jump slightly in my arms at the strange feeling as my cock throbs and jerks inside her. Breathing heavily in orgasmic bliss, I slowly loosen my grip on her body, lowering her to the desk. A soft pop sound breaks the silence between them as I sit back in the seat, pulling my cock out of her freshly fucked asshole.
" Not bad, Little One. What a nice little fuck you turned out to be." I said, giving a playful pat on her ass cheeks as I open a drawer in the desk, pulling out a pair of panties and carefully sliding them up her soft, slender legs.
" I don't want you leaking my cum all over the marble floors." Lying there, feeling my cum slowly seeping from her stretched hole, shame and disgust fills her again. Tears slowly well up in her eyes, feeling used and dehumanized by the man sitting behind her, admiring the little trickles of mu own cum in her gaping hole before pulling up the panties over her ass. ' You even got off on that sick act.' She thinks to herself, ashamed by her actions. I whistle towards the door, sliding my pants back on as the door opens.
A short squat man enters the room he had been in earlier, watching the young woman being humiliated on the desk. Take her upstairs to the bedroom, so can rest until I return. I shrug it off as I button my shirt. " I'll see you tonight at dinner, Princess." I say softly, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her silently crying face before the man leads her out of the office, out of sight.
Tugging her roughly out of the office, she puts up no fight, her mind feeling broken as she's led to the front of the house, towards the grand elegant staircase in front of the door.
The ounce of fight left in her felt shattered by my treatment and her thoughts. She is ashamed and disgusted in her body and the back of her mind that loved my treatment, my fucking, my touch as I held her close to me and violating her. Surprisingly they pause at the foot of the stairs as the man reaches into his pocket for his cell phone. Opening it, he laughs out loud at the text message as his stubby fingers press the buttons into the phone slowly.
A cold breeze snaps her out of her stupor as she stands and waits for the man. Looking around quickly, her heart leaps at the sight of the two large doors wide open, the cool air making the curtains dance, taunting her, the smell of freedom so close. Quickly her eyes turn back to the squat man holding her, texting away with no attention paid to her.
' It's now or never.' She thinks to herself, knowing this would be her only time to escape the hellish nightmare. Feet and legs shaking softly, she turns towards the man standing in front of her. Swiftly her right leg flies up between his legs. Finding her target perfectly, the man immediately slumps over in pain, his hand letting go of her. Running as fast as she can, the fresh air hits her nostrils a she runs out of the house. Taking no time to bask in the warmth of the sun hitting her naked skin, the feeling of freedom, she makes a beeline towards the woods by the house, knowing if she can make it there, it will be all over, the nightmare will be over.