Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) (4 page)

“You were told not to speak.”

Yuri’s words came quietly and slowly, chilling the room with
every drawn out syllable, and freezing Vicky with the accompanying
stare from his petrifying black, black eyes. “Do not give me cause
to reprimand you again. I will not be so lenient the next
time.”

Then he moved away, returning to his men. Vicky was too
terrified to even draw breath. She remained semi-collapsed over the
table, tears welling in her sapphire eyes, threatening to wet her
lovely flushed cheeks, whilst more moisture was oozing between her
legs, threatening to drench her gusset.

Odd! But be assured it was true. Vicky Fullerton, who’d never
known violence from a man before, had just been smacked in the face
and sent reeling, and whilst she was mightily vexed and seriously
pissed off, she was also shamefully aroused by this dominant
display. Some unkind souls would say that made her a slut – a bitch
in heat gagging for some cock. But maybe it was a tad more
complicated than that... Power and violence so freely yielded, and
raw masculinity so alluringly packaged – it all added up to a
potent hit when mixed with foreign danger and a healthy libido that
had been deprived for way too long. That perhaps is a better take
on things, but call her a slut if you want.

Whatever! Vicky was stunned by her body’s reaction – it was a
shocking abuse to be physically struck, but oddly it made Yuri even
more attractive to her – power being a drug, potent and addictive,
and Vicky Fullerton was becoming hooked to this man who supplied
with such easy flourish.

“We have reason to believe you may be carrying illegal
substances,” stated Dimitri, looking in Vicky’s direction. “Your
luggage is currently being searched. It would save time, and act in
your favour, if you were to confess now if that is the
case.”

“Of course we’re not carrying anything illegal. You’ll find
nothing in our bags apart from dirty clothes,” replied Vicky,
knowing it was her place to take the lead. She wiped her face and
stood back up on her feet – her legs shaking, her pussy pulsating –
she really had to get a grip!

“Perhaps,” replied Dimitri with a shrug of his broad
shoulders, then he flashed a disarming smile that did nothing to
help the slavering state of Vicky’s pussy. “The sniffer dogs did
not react to them, but they will be searched nonetheless. One of
the dogs did react to you, however. It reacted very positively. Are
you carrying anything on your person that might have caused such a
response?”

“No,” stated Vicky with sure authority; then suddenly she
looked over to her handbag with horror on her face. “No...
Unless... unless it was the package.”

“What package?” snapped Dimitri.

“The present from Sergio. It’s in my bag.”

“Search the bag!” ordered Dimitri.

The subordinate big brute complied, emptying the contents of
Vicky’s bag onto a desk. And there is was, the present from Sergio
– Vicky could feel her heart racing and her guts wrenching with
anxiety – all whorish thoughts now forgotten s she saw the trap
approach. Gripped by nausea, she feared she might be sick. How
stupid could she have been to accept something without opening it
and not declaring it to the customs!

“Is this what you mean?” asked Dimitri. He lifted up the
package and held it out towards Vicky.

“Yes, Sergio gave it to me this morning before we left the
hotel. He said it was to remember him by.”

“And what does it contain?”

“It’s a present – I don’t know.”

“Open it!” ordered Dimitri, thrusting the package back to his
subordinate.

Grinning at the fun, the big brute ripped off the wrapping and
opened the box. Inside was a plastic bag shaped into a cube and
held bound by duck tape. He handed it to Yuri Karinov.

Yuri weighed it in his hand and then fixed Vicky once again
with his terrifying black eyes.

“A kilo,” he announced with startled raised eyebrows. “But a
kilo of what, I wonder? Chocolates from your admirer perhaps - in a
very odd casing! Then again... perhaps not!”

Yuri removed a penknife from his uniform pocket and sliced
open the package. He dipped his finger in and brought it to his
nose – it was ominously coated in white powder. Yuri sniffed then
took a taste, touching his finger with the tip of his
tongue.

“Cocaine!” he announced as if shocked and surprised. “And
excellent quality, I might add – Columbia should be proud of such a
crop! Illegal of course, in this country and most others... Who did
you say was your supplier here in Mordavia?”

Vicky gazed at him wide eyed, her head spinning as she drowned
in the horror of the trap that had closed. “Sergio, the hotel
manager at The Golden Sands...” she blurted. “...and he’s not my
supplier. He gave that to me – I had no idea what it
contained.”

“LIAR!” hollered Yuri, the walls shaking with the ferocity of
his voice. “Sergio Markov is a good man – a trusted friend of my
family. HE DOES NOT TRAFFIC IN DRUGS. Do not insult me with such
nonsense. Where did you get this from?”

“Sergio! I swear to it,” entreated Vicky, shaking her head in
disbelief that this was actually happening... their own version of
‘Midnight Express’ made real.

“You lie!” countered Yuri, playing his part to perfection.
“But I will have the truth from you, depend on it... Are you
carrying any more drugs?”

Vicky was too dumbstruck to speak. The horror of the situation
was crashing down on her. She could not comprehend why Sergio would
have done such a thing, but for some reason he had tricked her into
this trap.

“Search the rest of their belongings,” Yuri ordered, now
taking full control. “Including the clothes they are wearing. If
they are carrying more drugs, I want them found.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Dimitri in English, keeping to the
language his Uncle Yuri had used, realising that the chief was now
purposely allowing the young women to understand what was being
said – to let them know they would be stripped. He barked out the
necessary order to his idiot subordinate who then proceeded to
search the other bag.

Yuri seated himself and watched the search with mock interest,
but increasingly turned his attention away to look at the two
trembling young women, savouring their fear and the plans he had
for them.

The big brute finished his search and grunted out his
conclusion. Nothing suspicious was found.

Yuri feigned surprise. Then he turned his attention fully on
the women. “We now need to search your clothing, and your body
cavities. Please undress.”

“I don’t think so!” snapped Vicky, pride and the need to
protect her sister winning over the other feelings she had for this
man. “There’s no way you’re putting your dirty hands on either of
us. This is a set up and I’ve had enough.”

Yuri sprang up like a cat, the gun coming out his holster and
pointing directly at Vicky’s face. “Do not make us use force!
Undress! Now!” he snapped.

If the truth be known, Vicky wasn’t too worried about getting
naked in front of this trio of contrasting men - quite the opposite
in fact if the state of her snatch was anything to go by. But
looking over to her sister, she could see that poor Natalie was
terrified - tears were welling in her pretty blue eyes. No man had
ever touched her inappropriately - Vicky knew that as a fact. It
was too awful to contemplate that a strip search would be her first
sexual experience. Vicky then looked in appeal to the handsome
young officer who seemed most sympathetic to their cause. He looked
away as if embarrassed by what was happening, but obviously
powerless to prevent what was unfolding. Then Vicky glared at Yuri
Karinov who was still pointing his gun at her, and she quickly
weighed up her options. There didn’t seem to be many. “Please.
Don’t do this,” she entreated.

“Take off your clothes!” Yuri snarled then turning to Natalie
he snarled again. “You do the same! Strip! Now!”

The sisters looked at each other, a new layer of panic setting
in. Then deciding that there was little point in protesting any
further, Vicky reached for her dress and peeled it off. Natalie
started crying: a nineteen year old youth who suddenly felt like a
little girl, in desperate need of her mother – a big sister would
no longer do.

“You too!!! Strip!” screeched Yuri into Natalie’s face,
flecking her prettiness with Mordavian spit.

Natalie went rigid with fear then slowly she started to
undress. Whimpering throughout, she joined her sister and stripped
down to her bra and panties. Both women halted, looking pleadingly
at the chief and in desperation at the other two officers,
searching for some morsel of compassion which would spare any
further hurt and humiliation, but nothing was on offer. The chief
of police and his young lieutenant, his nephew whom he was
nurturing and advancing through the ranks, both looked at the women
with impassive blank faces, concealing the burning desire they both
felt. The third officer, an idiotic thug who had little value to
the State Police other than his brawn, leered at the women, making
no attempt to disguise his lust or the rampant erection that bulged
out the front of his uniform trousers – there certainly would be no
sympathy from him.

“Please,” Vicky entreated, directing her words to Yuri
Karinov, the man who had the power to end their ordeal. “Please
don’t do this. At least let my sister go. She has done nothing
wrong. The mistake was mine. Or if she must be searched, then let
it be by a woman.”

“This search will happen,” replied Yuri coldly. “It will
happen with your co-operation, or it will happen by force. And it
will happen in the next few minutes conducted by me. Now remove the
rest of your clothing. It will be searched whilst I search
you.”

The certainty of his words was like a hammer driving a stake
into their hearts. There was no doubt in either woman’s mind that
he would hold true to his threat. Without needing to consult each
other with words or looks, they both removed their bra then their
panties and stood naked before the three men.

Natalie stood trembling in her nudity, hiding her modesty -
one hand covering her pussy with its little bush of silky fair
pubes, and the other hand and arm clinging to her small
breasts.

Vicky, however, made no such attempts. She stood proud, giving
them a clear view of her treasures: her fabulous big breasts with
their coral pink nipples, and her clean-shaven pussy that was
embarrassingly puffy. If some sort of violation was on the agenda,
and she reckoned it was highly likely, then it should be her body
that was debased, not poor innocent Natalie’s. If need be, Vicky
would offer herself up to save her sister. It was her fault that
they were in this mess and she should be the one to pay for her
mistake. Noble reasoning... but then again, it did occur to Vicky
that it would hardly be a trial given who was involved, as long as
the policemen weren’t too rough with her.

Having savoured the sight of both women for a few moments,
Yuri barked a command at the junior officer. The brute was dragged
out of his lusting and sprang to attention, picking up the women’s
clothing which he gleefully searched, spending an inordinate amount
of time over their panties, which for some odd reason he felt
compelled to sniff. Cocaine perhaps was the reason he would give –
though no one would really believe it.

Yuri left him to his fun and nodded at his nephew – it was
time to begin the body search.

“Over the table - both of you,” commanded Dimitri, keeping the
calmness to his voice that his uncle had instructed. “Bend over the
table and spread your legs.”

Vicky did so, and Natalie followed her lead. Dimitri came
behind them and forced their legs further apart, shunting them with
his booted feet. Vicky watched him in the mirror, morbidly
transfixed, scandalously aroused, hypnotised by the scene which she
could see reflected. Natalie, however, had elected to close her
eyes, too terrified to watch. She was sobbing silently in her own
little world, regretting ever having heard of Mordavia.

When ready, Yuri replaced his gun in his holster and came over
to the naked women. Vicky watched his approach, again impressed by
his physique, and even more so by the huge bulge that now filled
out his trousers. A groan escaped her as she registered the size -
the package was complete, this fantasy come nightmare depending on
perspective, for the man was hung like a horse!

Casting aside her lust, Vicky glanced again at Natalie who
continued to sob – the weeping eyes tightly closed and oblivious to
the extent of the chief’s fleshy threat. Then Vicky looked back to
the reflected man who was now directly behind her – a tower of raw
masculinity with a tower of manhood straining in his trousers –
terrifying, yet magnetically alluring.

Yuri let Vicky watch, amused by her conflicting emotions that
he could see waging war in her mind and body. Staring at her
reflection, he allowed his cock to twitch as he thought about the
joy he would have in taming this beautiful woman and claiming her
as his own And as he stood there teasing and tormenting with his
body, Yuri caught Vicky’s eye in the mirror. She held his gaze for
a moment then looked away, leaving Yuri smirking for he saw where
her eyes went. Again his cock twitched, mocking her with its
allure, causing Vicky to jerk her look away from the reflection she
saw, furious with herself and even more so with the chief for
seeing through her so easily. She resolved to toughen up and not
act like a slut – let defiance win for a change.