1 comments/ 39978 views/ 2 favorites Irina By: brian473317 Irina had just turned nineteen and so was grateful for the wine her friend Annie served her at the barbecue. She was just finishing her third glass and was giggling happily in the corner while everyone around her socialized. The hosts of the party, Annie and Bret, were much older than Irina and most of the other guests today. They all worked with Annie at the grocery store and, despite their age differences, many of the younger girls had become friends of hers. Bret teased Annie many times that they thought of her as their surrogate mother. Annie rolled her eyes at this and would punch him in the shoulder when he said it. Bret would only chuckle and walk away smiling. Jennifer and Renee, two of the younger girls who worked with Annie, were watching Irina get drunk. Jennifer called Bret over from his place at the barbecue. "How come we haven't been served any wine?" she asked petulantly. Bret grinned and shook his head. "We've been through this already," he said with a smile. "You're not old enough to drink." "Oh come on!" Jennifer pouted. "I'll be eighteen next week. And Renee's already eighteen!" "That's wonderful!" Bret said. "Congratulations. But the legal drinking age is nineteen, so I guess you're out of luck." "Well what about Irina?" Renee whined. "She's only eighteen too!" "Nope," Bret said. "She showed me her birth certificate. She turned nineteen three weeks ago." "Well at least I don't get drunk after two glasses of wine," Jennifer said irritably. Bret glanced over at Irina, watching her sink further and further into the couch and chuckled. "I guess she's hit her limit," he said casually. "And how would you know if two glasses of wine won't get you drunk. You're not nineteen yet so you couldn't possibly know!" Jennifer gave him an icy look and opened her mouth to speak but Bret cut her off. "Ah ah!" he said while wagging his finger. "What I don't know can't get back to your parents!" She opened her mouth wide in shock and gave him a scandalized look. "You wouldn't!" she said. Bret just grinned and handed her a hamburger. "Best put that in your mouth instead of your foot," he said quietly. "Oh my God!" Renee said with a guffaw. Bret chuckled and went back to the barbecue where he resumed flipping burgers. "What a bastard!" Jennifer said. Renee laughed and Jennifer scowled at her. "Maybe you'd better eat your burger," Renee said as Jennifer's mouth worked soundlessly. "You can't get into trouble if your mouth is full." Jennifer bit into the burger without saying anything and then sighed in contentment as the flavor filled her mouth. Bret returned to the kitchen to get more burgers where he found Annie filling glasses with various drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Annie was forty-seven, though she looked like she was in her thirties. She had dark brown hair cut short in a sort of bob and stood almost five six. Her body was slender and shapely, despite her age. Bret was fifty-one. He was good looking with blondish-brown hair but his body had a little too much paunch to it. Annie loved him though and kept telling him he looked great, so he didn't worry too much about it. "You're going to have to watch what you serve Irina," he said. "She looks like she's about to pass out right on the couch." Annie frowned and peered around the corner to see Irina drifting off. "Oh dear!" she said. "She asked me for glass after glass and I didn't think to limit her. I forgot that she's so young and not used to drinking." "Oh well," Bret said. "What's done is done. Take her into the bedroom and let her sleep it off. We can move her to the couch before we go to bed." "Yeah, that's a good idea," Annie said. "Can you take her? I'm in the middle of serving a bunch of people." "Yeah sure," Bret said. He dropped the plate of raw burgers on the counter and washed his hands. Then he walked to the couch and smiled down at Irina. He had to admit she looked pretty hot. She had light brown hair with highlights cut to above her shoulders and styled so that one eye was partially covered by her bangs. Both her eyes were closed now and she was breathing deeply and evenly with her mouth parted slightly. He knew she was dead to the world. Her crop top was blue and her loose shorts were blue with white stripes. Bret thought they looked more like pajamas than something you'd wear out on the street. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "Irina," he said. She didn't show any sign that she'd heard him. He shook her shoulder slightly and still she didn't respond. He whispered to her again and came to the conclusion that nothing was going to wake her up. With a final look around the room to ensure that no one was watching, he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. He lifted her to her feet and she limply fell against him, whimpering softly at being disturbed from her sleep. He walked her as best he could until they were around the corner leading to the bedroom. Once they were out of sight of the rest of the party-goers he hefted her over his shoulder and carried her slight form easily the rest of the way. He laid her down on the bed and she sighed sleepily and curled into a fetal position. Bret looked down at her for a moment admiring how her clothes showed off her coltish body. She stood about five foot four and was very slender. Her legs were long and slim and her petite body was barely covered by her skimpy outfit. Bret grinned quietly to himself and then left her there to sleep off the wine she'd drunk. *************************************** Hours later after the last of the guests departed and the last of the dishes were washed, Bret and Annie, a little tipsy and amorous from the wine they'd drunk, stepped back in surprise upon discovering Irina's sleeping form in their bed. "Oh my God!" Annie exclaimed. "I completely forgot about her!" Bret laughed and sat down on the bed beside the unconscious girl. "Well if she stays here," he said with a laugh, "she's joining in." Annie scowled at him and stuck out her tongue. "You'd love that wouldn't you," she said tersely. "Hey, fair is fair," he said while pulling Annie close to him with both hands on her bum. "You know what they say about girls who pass out at parties don't you." "What do they say?" Annie asked warily. "That they can't hold their liquor," he said teasingly. Annie slapped him on the chest and stood back. "Come on," she said impatiently. "Move her to the couch so I can take advantage of you." "Yes Ma'am!" he said with a mock salute. Again he grabbed the young girl by the arm and lifted her until she was balanced on his shoulder. He was holding her leg with one hand and had her firmly gripped in a fireman's carry. "My God she's tiny!" Annie remarked. "She's like a feather," Bret said as he walked to the couch with her. He laid her gently on the couch and then hurried back to the bedroom where Annie had already stripped off her clothes. She stood naked in the doorway and Bret enveloped her in his arms. He carried her next to the bed and, while still standing, cupped her bum in both hands while nibbling lightly at her nipples with his teeth. "Oh God," she moaned. "If you keep that up I'm going to cum all over your leg!" She ground her mons against his bare leg in illustration. Bret gripped her bum tighter in his hands and held her pubis firmly in place. "Go ahead," he growled into her neck. "You'll be cumming again in no time anyway." He returned to nibbling at her nipples and pressed the fingers of both hands against her anus and pussy lips. Annie moaned in response and bit his shoulder as the shivers ran through her body. "I want your cock!" she said breathlessly. "Get undressed and fuck me!" Bret chuckled and dropped her on to the bed with a flourish. She cried out and then laughed after she landed on the soft mattress. "You bastard!" she said, slapping his bare stomach as he pulled his shirt over his head. "You could have given me some warning!" He dropped his shorts to his ankles without ceremony and gave her an innocent look. "You told me to get undressed," he said. "To do that, I needed to drop you." Annie waved his protestations aside and leaned forward. She took his semi erect cock into her hand and gobbled it into her mouth hungrily. She looked up at him and fondled his balls while she sucked him to the back of her throat. "You're hard enough now," she said, holding his penis to her lips. "Now fuck me like you mean it!" She turned around on the bed and started to crawl across to her own side. Bret gripped her from behind and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Without any preamble, he shoved his hips forward and sank his cock into her until he could push no more. Annie groaned in satisfaction and put her head down to rest on her forearms. Bret drove into her from behind, grunting slightly with each thrust and Annie began to growl with pleasure as he hammered into her. "Oh that's so good!" she gasped between thrusts. "You like that Baby?" he said, gripping her bum and squeezing it roughly with his hands. "Yeah," she said. "Give it to me Baby!" With sweat dripping from his forehead, he continued thrusting into her. Her bum jiggled every time his hips rammed into her. Her tits, hanging loosely as she knelt into the bed, swayed back and forth as they fucked. Annie gave a high pitched mewl and Bret knew she was close. He redoubled his efforts and shoved into her as hard and fast as he could. She was grunting with each thrust now, her face buried into the blankets, and he could feel her tense up. Suddenly she raised her head and howled as her orgasm hit. Bret pumped into her again and again and then he felt his balls let loose. He grunted loudly and then he was shooting his semen deep inside her. They fell forward together breathing heavily and she smiled weakly at him, her face half buried in the blankets bunched up around her cheeks. "You just get better and better you know," she said. "Glad I could help," he said with a grin. Annie cooed softly and snuggled against his shoulder. Then both of them sat up in alarm as they heard a soft grunt from the bedroom door. They looked over and were shocked to see Irina crouched down on her knees and with one arm supporting her upper body. Her other hand was buried deep in her loose shorts as she fingered herself to an orgasm. She looked up at them guiltily but with her face and chest area flushed with the climax she'd just experienced. *************************************** After Bret had dumped her onto the couch Irina had slept only fitfully. After a few moments she opened her eyes and blinked blearily trying to figure out where she was. She sat up and looked around her. She didn't recognize the room or any of the furniture and she felt a surge of panic rising in her. She stood up from the couch and walked quickly to the balcony door. She opened it and stepped outside looking around wildly while trying to determine where she was. She saw that she was on about the sixth or seventh floor of a building and there was a busy street below. Looking to her right she saw lights and recognized the store where she worked. Relief flooded through her when she realized that she was at Annie's place. She knew that she had drunk too much wine but this was the first party she'd been to since she had turned nineteen, the legal drinking age. Annie and her boyfriend Bret had been far too preoccupied with their jobs as hosts to see that she was drinking way too much. She realized with chagrin that she had probably passed out on the couch and had laid there, an object of pity and scorn, the whole time. She began to dread the next time she saw any of the other guests, which consisted of just about everyone she worked with. The feelings of panic gone, she walked back inside and closed the balcony door behind her. It was then that she heard voices coming from the other room. She crept forward as quietly as she could and peered around the corner into the bedroom just in time to see Annie bent on all fours on the bed and taking Bret's cock into her mouth. Irina gasped in amazement as she watched Annie do what her last boyfriend had so badly wanted her to do. She had absolutely refused to put his cock anywhere near her mouth. She had let him fuck her, but the experience had left her unsatisfied. His shoving into her dry vagina had resulted only in pain and irritation. He had cum so quickly after forcing his way inside her that the whole episode had left her completely disillusioned about sex. Now she watched as Annie sucked on Bret's cock and was amazed. Not only did she seem to be doing it willingly, she seemed also to be enjoying the act as much as Bret was. "You're hard enough now," Annie said huskily. She turned away from Bret and raised her bum into the air as she began to crawl across the bed. "Now fuck me like you mean it!" Surprising Annie and Irina, Bret grabbed Annie by the legs and dragged her toward him. Then in one smooth motion he impaled her on his hard cock. Irina felt her nipples pucker into hard little nubs as she watched this display of wanton fucking. While she figured that Annie and Bret were sex partners, knowing that something was happening and seeing it happen before your eyes were two different things. She felt her vagina moisten as she watched Bret pound into Annie from behind. Annie's gasps of satisfaction were almost as much of a turn-on as watching Bret's cock sink inside her vagina. From her viewpoint, she could see every motion and practically feel every ripple as they ground against each other. "Oh that's so good!" Annie gasped into the blankets she was pulling into bunches with her clenched fists. "You like that Baby?" Bret grunted. "Yeah," she cried. "Give it to me Baby!" Irina saw Bret bite his lower lip as he continued to fuck Annie. By this time, Irina's hand was inside her shorts and she was pushing two fingers inside her pussy as far as they would go. Her eyes were riveted to Bret's cock, its pink hardness slamming into Annie's dripping vagina again and again. She imagined it sliding in and out of her as her fingers stretched her channel open, though not far enough. Annie was grunting in time with Bret's thrusts and Irina found herself grunting softly right along with her. She looked at Annie's breasts, admiring their shape and how they swayed backward and forward. She wondered suddenly what it would be like to feel them, to hold them in her hands and fondle them. Annie's head suddenly went up and she wailed loudly. Irina's eyes went wide as she watched her friend cum. She had never seen a woman have an orgasm before, not even in videos or on the internet. She didn't like watching porn of any sort, something her friends teased her about endlessly. Now she watched as Annie grimaced and bucked her way through a powerful climax, after which, she seemed to go limp. Bret now slammed into her more rapidly and then grunted; a sound she recognized from when her boyfriend had cum inside her. She watched with her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. When she saw a trail of semen seep out of Annie's pussy and drip down her leg she knew that she too was going to cum. She closed her eyes and replayed that scene in her head as she rubbed furiously at her pussy, seeing again and again the white fluid oozing out of Annie to coat Bret's penis and then drip down the back of her thigh. She grunted then as her orgasm hit her and pitched forward with one arm on the floor holding her up as she continued to flick at her clitoris with the other hand. When she opened her eyes she was horrified to see both Annie and Bret looking at her in surprise. She turned bright red and realized only after several heartbeats had passed that she was still rubbing her fingers across her soaking wet slit. Reluctantly, because it felt so good, she slowly removed her hand from her shorts and sat back on her haunches staring at the couple on the bed with wide eyes. *************************************** After several minutes of the three of them staring at each other and no one talking, Bret cleared his throat and looked at Annie with a meaningful expression. Annie returned his stare with an equally meaningful expression and kept her mouth shut. He turned to Irina who had not moved since removing her hand from her shorts. "Well," Bret said uncomfortably, "that was interesting." The room went quiet again as they stared at each other and then Annie sat up, her breasts jiggling slightly as she did. "Um," she said uncertainly, "how much, um, did you see just now?" Irina bit her lip and blushed again. "A lot," she said with a quiver in her voice. "A lot?" Annie asked. "How much is a lot?" "Since," Irina said weakly and then coughed. "Since you were, uh, since you had his... thing in your mouth." "Oh God!" Annie said. "That's a lot." Irina nodded guiltily and then looked down at the floor. Bret cleared his throat and sat on the edge of the bed. "Did you enjoy watching it at least?" he said after a few moments. "Bret!" Annie said angrily and then slapped him across the chest. "Well it's worth knowing isn't it?" he said in defense. Annie blushed and rolled her eyes and looked over at Irina once more. She noted that the girl's chest was still flushed from excitement and her nipples were poking almost through the bra under her crop top. Annie scowled and then realized that she too wanted to know the answer to Bret's question. Her own nipples hardened and she felt a flutter of excitement in her groin at the thought of them being watched while they fucked. "Well?" she said softly, "Did you enjoy it?" Irina looked up at her and nodded slowly. Her blush deepened and both Annie and Bret saw the gooseflesh rise on the girl's arms and legs. "Would you," Bret started to say and then stopped. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth again. "Would you like to watch us again?" His cock jumped and then was fully hard as soon as he asked. Annie looked down at it and took in a sharp breath. She knew then that both of them wanted the girl to watch them. The thought of Irina seeing them at their most intimate made her nipples as hard as marbles. Irina swallowed and bit her lip. Regardless of what she said next, everyone in the room knew at that moment that she wanted to watch them every bit as much as they wanted to be watched. The girl's eyes were wide as saucers and she could not speak from nervousness, but she nodded and looked at the couple pleadingly. Annie looked from Bret to Irina and then back to Bret. Bret turned to her and the two of them had an entire conversation without a word being spoken. Almost in a dream, Annie reached for Bret's cock and wrapped her hand around the shaft. Irina sucked in a sharp breath and Bret turned toward her. He crooked his finger with a "come here" gesture and she slowly got to her feet and took a few tentative steps forward. "First of all," he said, "if we're naked, then you're going to have to be naked too." Annie gave Bret a look of surprise and then realized with shock that she wanted to see the young girl naked too. She then looked at Irina and nodded. Irina stared at them with trepidation for a moment and then, almost mechanically, pulled her crop top over her head in one motion. She reached back and unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor beside her top. Her tits were a small B-cup but her nipples were puffy and distended. Bret guessed they were over an inch long at the moment. Irina then hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her shorts and panties to the floor. When she straightened Bret looked at her little snatch hungrily. The blondish hair above it was sparse and her slit was small, just a tiny opening resting between the crux of her slender thighs. Her lips were swollen from excitement and her clitoris was standing at attention just waiting to be played with. Irina Is Sent to School Irina leant back in her seat and knew that she could never really describe the incredible pleasure of travelling by private jet. The sheer unadulterated luxury never failed to sooth her. As she gazed out of the window she thought of about her life. The reason for the jet was simple; she was Sergei Frunze's girlfriend. The upside of this was obvious; Sergei was a delight to live with and he had an almost unreal charisma that she had never experienced with anyone else. When he turned on the charm she doubted anyone could resist him. There was also no denying that his money and power were powerful aphrodisiacs. Irina didn't know the extent of Sergei's operations but she could guess, they were the normal suspects of drugs, prostitution, protection and almost inevitably substantial stakes in Russia's largest natural resource companies, doubtless obtained in some very murky deals during the 'privatisations'. There were stories about what happened to those who got on the wrong side of him, but Irina had never seen the evidence and closed her eyes to what he might capable of. The cash, the cars, the unlimited clothes allowance and the social prestige were very good reasons for turning a blind eye. But at the back of her mind there was the nagging insecurity over if he would trade her in for a younger model. Sergei had also made it plain that she had to be totally submissive in the bedroom. This was difficult at times but she knew the score and accepted it as a price to be paid for her incredible lifestyle. In fact, Irina was still very uncomfortable from Sergei's demands from the previous night. He had arrived home obviously terribly frustrated and curtly told her to go to their bedroom and 'prepare herself'. Irina knew what this meant and ran upstairs and stripped naked and sat on the bed, legs well spread. Sergei entered the room with a ball gag and some red rope from his 'box of tricks'. Irina allowed herself to be gagged and clambered onto the bed. Sergei got her to lay face down with a pillow under her stomach and then methodically tied her wrists and ankles and attached them to the four corners of the bed. Irina was now totally helpless. Sergei grabbed her thighs and roughly fucked her, this was not romantic, she literally felt Sergei working out his frustration on her prostrate body. Sergei called it a 'punishment fuck' for when she had misbehaved. Again and again, harder than ever, he penetrated her. Irina squealed with pain, but Sergei didn't stop until he came with explosive force. Finished he did not release her, he merely said he had some calls to make and left. Alone Irina rapidly cooled down and she felt Sergei's cum dribble down her thighs. Her arms and legs began to ache. About an hour later Sergei returned, still bristling with anger and this time took her anally, if anything more forcefully. Finished, he walked off without a word. Irina expected him to return so they could have dinner together, but she waited in vain. She was tied in a very awkward position that made her bonds extremely painful, but somehow she managed to get a few hours sleep. At eight o'clock the next morning her maid softly knocked at her door bringing her morning cappuccino, hearing nothing she gingerly opened the door and saw her mistress. She was about to close the door in embarrassment when Irina's desperate grunting alerted her to her mistress's distress. The maid tried to avert her eyes as she undid the knots and literally ran from the room when she had released Irina's hands. Irina spent an age in the bath and somehow by lunchtime she was feeling fit enough to get to the airport. Irina's dreaming was interrupted as the incompetent air stewardess served her a cup of brown liquid. It tasted awful. How could the bitch be quite so useless? The only cold liquid she served was red wine and the only hot drink was champagne. She would simply have to go. Irina waved her over and acidly asked, "Natasha, if this is tea, can I please have a cup of coffee, if it is coffee can I please have a cup of tea." As she waited, she thought about her destination. Sergei had asked her to attend a course given by 'Cartwright and Palmer' in their dacha outside Moscow. He had not been very forthcoming about what the course would entail, but Irina got the distinct impression it had something to do with sex or perhaps stripping. One way or another she knew she could not refuse; Sergei had a look that would tolerate no contradiction. Anyway two weeks couldn't be too bad and if it was sex, a better technique would only bind Sergei closer to her. In fact she was quite looking forward to it. Irina was picked up from Domodedovo in some sleek but anonymous Mercedes. Initially they tore along the Kashirskoye highway, but after they turned off the main roads, the countryside seemed to get more forbidding. The woods let in very little natural light and Irina found her morale gradually falling. Suddenly the chauffeur slowed down and stopped at an industrial looking security gate. After a brief conversation they were let in. The countryside then opened up and they soon came to a magnificent pre-revolutionary dacha. Irina was escorted to reception, where after giving her name she was invited to go to Miss Kaledin's office. She was impressed by the décor, which was very much in keeping with the age of the house; many of the paintings being of aristocrats in their court uniforms. It just reeked of the sort of exclusivity one normally only finds in the very best of five start hotels. Perhaps this would not be such a bad place to spend a few weeks after all. Irina's host Valeriya Kaledin was also in a thoughtful mood. She was not looking forward to training Sergei Frunze's girlfriend. Even if Irina closed her eyes, Valeriya knew that behind Sergei's bountiful charm he had a pretty sinister reputation. When she had got his initial letter asking her to train his girlfriend, she almost refused out of hand. Eventually wiser heads prevailed, but Valeriya wrote back in fairly blunt terms describing the course and what the students were expected to do. In response she received an extremely nice letter thanking her for her frankness and saying he understood and Irina should not be given any special favours. Valeriya felt she could not refuse him, but she was still very nervous. Valeriya knew something of Irina's background, she had seen photos of her in her twenties and Irina was as near perfect as a girl could be. There was even speculation at one point that she would marry into one of the Scandinavian Royal houses. Irina had lived the good life for almost twenty years with a string of rich and powerful boyfriends, but age was catching up with her. Valeriya doubted Irina had been given much choice about attending the course. Cartwright and Palmer had two types of student; whores and oligarch's girlfriends. The former were sometimes a little seedy but were no real trouble, they were either directly or indirectly paying for the course themselves and wanted to learn all they could. The girlfriends could be a pain, a bunch of spoiled prima donnas most of them. Valeriya had thrown about a dozen off the course so far that year. But the applications kept coming in; it was clearly the fashionable thing to get one's girlfriend trained as a slave. She had already doubled her fees, but this seemed to have no effect at all on the demand. Valeriya just knew she was going to dislike Irina, but five years managing the office had just about taught her diplomacy and she hoped she could hide her distaste. She looked up to Heaven and knew she was earning her salary. Valeriya rose when Irina was shown into her office. The woman was as beautiful and elegant as she had expected and simply exuded confidence. Irina's blonde hair was neatly cut in a bob, whilst her designer suit was cut to make the most of her stunning figure. Valeriya smiled, "Irina Ivanovna, a pleasure to meet you." They shook hands and Valeriya motioned Irina to sit, "Welcome to Cartwright and Palmer." They then exchanged insincere small talk about Irina's trip, before Valeriya got down to business, "The course you are attending is often referred to as 'Slave school'. It is designed to teach students how to be submissive and we hope to guide them on how to give their boyfriends and girlfriends great pleasure. As Mr Frunze has inevitably told you, the course is very sex orientated, but I still hope you will enjoy your time with us. This said, I will expect you to obediently follow my instructions, and those of your tutors, however demeaning they may appear. Failure will, I am afraid, mean immediate expulsion from the course. There are just a few formalities to go through before I show you around the dacha." She pulled out a printed form that was already partially filled out. "I am afraid some of the questions might sound a little personal, but I am sure you understand why we need the information. Right, age?" "Forty-one." Valeriya was surprised she wouldn't have guessed more than thirty one, but she mused that thousands spent on beauty products had been put to good use. "Irina, first rule, you must address me 'Mistress'." "Sorry, Mistress." "Sexual orientation?" "Straight, Mistress." "Any gay experiences?" "I was seduced by a teacher aged eighteen, but not since." "I think that counts as a 'no'. Mr Frunze has asked us to refresh your memory. Statistics?" "86, 65, 89, Mistress." "Breasts, natural or enhanced?" "Natural." "Sexually transmitted diseases in the last two years?" "None." Valeriya corrected her, with more than a touch of asperity, "Irina you must call me Mistress. I won't remind you again. Now, have you ever worked in the sex industry?" "No, Mistress." "Ever had anal sex?" "Yes, Mistress." "Frequently?" "No, Mistress." "Both cock and dildos?" "I have never used a dildo, Mistress." "Oral sex?" "Yes, but not by choice, Mistress." "Irina, you can't be so precious. Your Master has ever right to expect a decent blowjob." "I understand, Mistress." "Right, now please remove all your clothes." Irina couldn't believe what she had just heard. She looked at Valeriya in disbelief. They silently stared at each other, neither willing to back down, "Irina, please don't make me repeat myself." Irina recognised the steely look of determination in Valeriya's eyes. She also knew Sergei would go ballistic if she quit or was thrown off the course, she had no choice. Irina stepped away, turned her back and started to take off her clothes. Removing her jacket, shoes and stockings were easy and Irina used the time to compose herself. She used up more precious minutes by carefully folding her clothes on the chair provided. She shivered as she lowered his skirt. Now it came to just her bra and panties. She swallowed hard and reached behind her back and removed her bra and then quickly slipped her knickers down her long legs. She could not believe she had done it, but now she was naked. She turned around and summoning all her inner strength she walked back to Valeriya's desk. She pushed her breasts out, she would not be intimidated. She tried to imagine she was wearing a swimming costume and everything was really quite normal. But it was not normal, and she knew it. Valeriya could not help but admire Irina's bearing; there had been no pleading or threats. Now she saw Irina's figure, it was impressive, very impressive for a forty-one year old. Her tits were still firm and her stomach was perfectly flat. She also had undeniable elegance and grace. Irina sat down, it took all her self control not to try and cover her crotch or tits with her arms. She gripped the chair's arms and kept her legs apart in what she hoped was a relaxed pose. Valeriya scrawled 'Brazilian' in another box. After carefully checking she hadn't missed anything she passed the form over to Irina, "Could you please check I have got your details correct. There is some small print on the back. You should read it and if you are happy sign and date it, in the box at the bottom of the page. I am afraid it is in legalese, but essentially it says that you confirm that you are here of your own free will, that you will accept corporal punishment and partake in sexual relations with whoever your tutors choose." Irina was shocked but read the paper with care, even though she knew she would sign in the end. It was pretty frightening stuff and she realised they could horribly abuse her if they chose. Her signature didn't have her normal vigour, but somehow she managed to sign herself into slavery for the next two weeks. "Thank you. Now we just need a couple of photographs for the file." Valeriya motioned her over to a corner of the office. "Hands behind your head, legs about eighteen inches apart." A blinding flash. "Turn around, same pose." Another flash. Valeriya waited for the prints to come out of the machine and seemed satisfied as she returned to her desk. She then pulled out a plastic bag, "Irina, you will wear a uniform when you are with us. Please put it on." Irina could barely restrain herself as she tore the bag open. It contained some brief black knickers, a black T shirt and a very short pleated black satin skirt. She felt an incredible sense of relief as she sat down, at least partially clothed. "You will notice the T shirt has the number 101 embroidered on it. That will be your 'slave number' for your stay." She then passed over a white vinyl collar about an inch wide, "Please put it on. You should wear this collar when you are out in the public parts of the building. The colour indicates that you are a student and so not available to our paying customers." With that she brought the interview to an end and summoned an assistant to take Irina to her room. Valeriya leant back in her chair and thought that training Irina could in fact be a lot of fun. They had a constant stream of slaves to be taught; willing and unwilling, young and old, accommodating and the difficult, experienced and virgins, but Irina had an elegance that she not help but admire and none of the petulant arrogance she was expecting. It was now her responsibility to turn her into a proper slave. Valeriya always observed potential slaves carefully; the arrogant she would humiliate immediately, she enjoyed taking every scrap of designer clothing from the girlfriends or boyfriends of the rich and famous and explaining exactly what slavery really meant. If they were difficult she would get the firm's doctor to undertake totally unnecessary internal examinations and then parade them naked through the dacha. Irina was a different case; she had no desire to abuse her. She knew Irina would submit, and somehow do it with grace and dignity. Irina was impressed with her room. It was large, overlooked the Park and still had many of the original Czarist features. Despite these comfortable surroundings her sleep on the first night was fitful. She was worried, scared even. She woke early and dressed in the only clothes available; the Cartwright and Palmer uniform of black T shirt and satin skirt. After a solitary breakfast she was directed to Schoolroom B. The room was about twenty by thirty feet, with six desks at one end and a bed at the other. Irina saw she had five fellow students, all dressed in the same uniform, sitting patiently at their desks. She sat at the only free desk and leant over to her right to introduce herself to the handsome boy sitting next to her. "I'm Kit, Mistress," he replied "Kit, I am not your Mistress. I am here for the same reason as you; to learn how to be a slave." Irina smiled; the poor boy was obviously petrified. His conversation was almost incoherent, but she felt he had a good heart. She was very curious to know if his 'owner' was male or female, but with his constant jabbering she never found the opportunity to ask. Irina's companion on her left was a slim Russian girl with her hair cut in a boyish side parting. She was pretty and Irina thought she was about Kit's age. The girl seemed friendly and said her name was 'Lara'. Her accent was remarkably refined, but when Irina tried to probe her about her background she became evasive. She seemed so delicate that Irina wondered if she would be able to last the course. In the second row there were Grigory and Pavel, both were clearly owned by the same person. They very much kept themselves to themselves. There was also a blonde prostitute called Ulyana who was so stupid and fluffy that Irina had an almost irresistible urge to slap her and tell her to get a grip of herself. The urge seemed to take hold about once every twenty minutes, gradually morphing from a slap to full-on garrotting. Valeriya quietly entered the room, cleared her throat and when she was sure she had her audience's attention she started, "Welcome to Cartwright and Palmer. We often refer to this course as 'Slave school', this gives a fair indication its content. You are all here to learn how to serve your masters or mistresses. They will each have their own preferences that you must get to know and learn how to satisfy. But we will try to teach you many of the basic services that all slaves should know about. I will be taking much of the course and your owners have made it plain that you should obey me as if they were giving the commands. You will call me 'Mistress'. Understood?" Irina said, and the rest of the class mumbled, "Yes, Mistress." "Right let's start with some admin. Irina and Kit, you are with us for our short course which takes two weeks. The rest of you are to be trained to offer services on a commercial basis, so you will be with us for a further two weeks." Valeriya handed out copies of a paperback book entitled, 'The duties of a slave', "This is your Bible. The behaviour described in these pages must become second nature to you." "Submission, submission, submission." Valeriya preached, "Many people can be taught to do what they are told, particularly if they like doing it. We are going to train you to submit when you hate what your master or mistress orders. Further we will get you to anticipate their wants and desires. By the end of the course you will understand you sole aim in life is to give your master or mistress pleasure and we will train you so you can do it. The course will cover the following topics, each of which will be taught by an expert in the field; sex, domestic service, role play, punishments, erotic dance, demeanour and deportment, the art of the blowjob and massage. By the end of next week you will be an expert in all of these." "As I said we will spend a major part of the course on sex, simple in theory but we will teach you how to be much more creative and energetic than you ever were before. Then we will look at the discipline that your owners will expect of you and finally ways your owners may wish to cause you pain or humiliation." "Sex is a practical subject, so I will need you to participate in many of the demonstrations. I warn you in advance these demonstrations will involve a high level of intimacy. Slaves are often expected to be seen in public either naked or in skimpy underwear. Therefore you will all have to learn to suppress your natural modesty about your own nudity." "To start with let's look at the standard slave positions. Irina, if you would help me please. Take off your skirt and panties and bend over your desk." Irina wiggled out of her skirt and then her knickers and she then leaned over her desk, smiling at Kit, trying to hide her feelings of humiliation. "Thank you Irina, but a few things; first you must spread your legs, about two feet apart is about right. Then you must bend your back and raise your butt, as if you want to be spanked. That's it Irina, thank you. The rest of you look at how Irina is posing and try to imitate her." Kit could not stop gazing at Irina's pussy, she had shaved her pubes into a perfect 'Brazilian', it looked heavenly. As Irina stood up she saw him staring. But instead of being angry, she smiled as if to say she would have done exactly the same. Despite this, Kit felt a complete fool and started studying the ceiling with some interest. Irina Is Sent to School "Now Irina, T shirt off and kneel down. Good, see how she spreads her thighs and clasps her hands behind her back, perfect. You should also lower your eyes unless your Master is talking to you. We call this 'the position' and slaves should get used to this. Thank you Irina, you can get dressed now." Irina smiled at Valeriya as she sat down. Kit was amazed at her elegance, in even these humiliating circumstances. He knew he would look like a yokel in comparison. Things just went on from there; Valeriya insisted they all got used to the pain and humiliation that was part and parcel of being of a slave. 'Role play' was taken my Miss Izabella. She went through every scenario a master or mistress may desire from the dungeon where Irina was tied down and whipped before hot wax was poured over her breasts to a schoolroom scene, where the whole class had to dress up, in white satin shirts, ties and either tight shorts or micro pleated skirts. During this lesson Miss Izabella made Irina bend over her desk and then hooked her fingers around the sides of Irina's brief panties and slowly eased them down her thighs. Before raising her skirt and massaging her buttocks then giving her twelve strokes with the ruler. Irina clenched her teeth and counted the strokes. Did Sergei really know what she was having to go through? At least she knew she was in no way singled out for punishments and all the class got used to 'the cane'. Valeriya personally took the 'sex' sessions and explaining and making her students act out a huge variety of different positions. She demanded passion and spontaneity and forced her students' bodies to the limit. Valeriya was determined to cure Irina of her reluctance to practice oral sex and used her for many of the demonstrations. Both Grigory and Pavel hugely enjoyed having Irina on her knees delicately licking their cocks before vigorously sucking them. Irina's reluctance was all too visible but Valeriya was impressed that she forced herself to suck both the boys and girls; she knew Irina would be able to satisfy the hardest of masters. They often had to 'pair off' to practice techniques. If she had the choice, Irina normally chose Kit. The poor boy was so nervous and rather touchingly naive. They quickly formed an older sister-younger brother relationship. Kit recognised Irina's right to lead and in compensation she protected and nurtured him. Although they were frequently naked together in very compromising positions, Valeriya was sure their relationship was platonic. She found it rather cute. The 'punishments' lessons were taken by a Miss Kristina. A small delicate looking lady who made it clear that she was going to ensure that all the students experienced real pain as this was the only way of preparing them for their future roles. The lessons were held in one of the dungeons. During the first lesson Miss Kristina had Irina strip and made her lie over her knees and then proceeded to spank her. No one had done this to Irina since she was a small child. It hurt, it was also deeply humiliating. As the class went on Irina was beaten on every imaginable part of her anatomy; bottom, thighs, tits, calves the lot. Although Miss Kristina shared out the punishments evenly throughout the group, she always seemed to ensure Irina was naked for as long as possible. She also took every opportunity to stroke Irina's pussy and her breasts. Irina knew she could not complain. Valeriya brought this unusual seduction to an end when she found that Miss Kristina had ordered Irina to come to her rooms one evening dressed in her briefest underwear. They were taught 'demeanour and deportment' by a rather severe lady called Miss Nadezhda. It involved learning submissive body language and moves such as how to quickly fall to one's knees. Then there were signs to show one's master's friends that you were, or were not, available for what Miss Nadezhda referred to as 'intimate relations'. The girls also had to practice walking and serving whilst wearing extremely short skirts and ultra tight hot-pants. To get them used to domestic service, the students were allocated to the senior whores for who they would perform menial duties and help the girl or boy get ready for a client. Irina was allocated to a nineteen year old boy called Pyotr. First he made Irina stand in the middle of the room and strip down to her black lingerie. As he walked round he took time to stare at her cute little arse that was barely covered by her tight silk panties. Seemingly satisfied he put her to work, cleaning, tidying and running errands. After going to the bar for a drink, Pyotr returned and somehow decided that Irina had not been working hard enough. So the teenager pulled down her panties, bent her over his knee, forcing her head down with one hand whilst he spanked her with the other. All the time telling her that she was 'a lazy slut'. He immensely enjoyed the power he held over the older woman and just before turning-in he told Irina to strip naked and give him a 'full' massage. Now satisfied, Pyotr dismissed her with a regal wave. Irina was hugely relived she had survived her first evening of domestic service and knew she now had only three more days to survive until the end of the course. ~ Finally the day came when, to quote Valeriya, Irina had to make the 'ultimate submission' to her Master. She dressed with care, wrapping her black silk suspender belt around her waist and pulling on her stockings and attaching them. She then pulled up a pair of brief black panties, feeling the satin taut against her firm arse. Irina put on her black bra, squeezed into some 'four inch' stilettos, then finally buckled on her slave collar - the symbol of her impending humiliation. She had no idea as to who she was about to screw. They hadn't even told her if her client would be male or female, only that Sergei had insisted that she complete this part of the course. God she was nervous, but she hated to admit it rather turned-on. She admired herself in her full length mirror, smoothing down her stockings and adjusting her panties until she was completely happy with her appearance. She was proud of her body but she knew she looked like a tart. People had accused her of being a whore in the past, but now she was actually going to have sex with a stranger. Irina simply could not believe Sergei knew the course would require this. Could he really be doing this to her? Valeriya was thinking the same thing. She was still frightened of Sergei Frunze and had double checked that Irina should undergo this test. As was normal practice, she had offered to find Irina a suitable client or allow Sergei to nominate one. In the end, he had arranged for a contact of his to take Irina. Mr Kappel sat in Valeriya's office, along with his 20 year old nephew. He was in his fifties, overweight but not without charm. As they waited for the girls, he amused Valeriya with stories about his time as Boris Yeltsin's 'fixer'. Irina felt very exposed as she walked down the corridors, next to naked. She felt the whole world was staring at her, talking about her descent into prostitution. As she waited outside Valeriya's office for her companion, she felt more and more nervous. She was dreading walking into a room full of people in this skimpy underwear. So her heart leapt when she saw a stunningly attractive girl, wearing identical lingerie, approach. She was in her early twenties, with short dark brown hair, parted down the middle and had a confidence Irina wished she could imitate. Irina noticed the girl had a green slave collar that showed she was a Grade 2, and therefore to be treated with respect. "Are you Irina?" "Yes, Miss." "I'm Anna. Is this your first time?" "Yes, Miss." "We are on a double date. Mess up and I will kill you. Valeriya will also throw you off the course. I will try to help but it is really up to you to satisfy your client. If we are all together, follow my instructions and copy me. If you are alone, fuck him, suck him, do anything to keep him satisfied." "I understand, Miss." "Good." Anna smiled and gave Irina's arm an affectionate squeeze, "Then let's go." Anna led the way as they walked up to Valeriya's desk. Irina looked at the guests and immediately recognised Arkady. He was one of Sergei's most important business contacts, a 'broker'. She had never been clear in what. Valeriya smiled, "Anna, Irina, welcome. Meet Arkady Kappel and his nephew, Viktor." Arkady turned, "Irina, a pleasure. Sergei mentioned you were on this course and offered me a place on your curriculum. I'm dying to find out what you have been learning." Irina tried to look pleased to see him, "Thank you, Master. Anna and I will try to give you a good time." Arkady looked at Valeriya, "We always knew her as the 'Ice maiden' but it seems as if you have produced quite a thaw. Are they both 'full service'?" "Yes, of course. Anna is much more experienced but I hope you will be impressed by the training we have given Irina." "I look forward to finding out." "OK, Anna take our guests to the Dubrovsky suite." As they left, Viktor pushed ahead to catch up with Anna. Arkady in turn fell into step with Irina, resting his hand on her arse. She was about to push it off, until she realised what she was going to have to do later that evening. Somehow she managed to turn and smiling put her arm around him. "Sergei asked me to check on your training. Although the course is expensive, he wants to be sure you are becoming truly submissive. If not, you will stay for another two weeks." Irina's heart sank; the threat was explicit and frightening. She had been counting the hours until the end of the week and could not imagine another two weeks of pain and humiliation. She could see Arkady would use his power to get what he wanted and she simply had to do anything, literally anything, to satisfy him. The Dubrovsky suite was enormous, the main room was dominated by a huge double bed, doors led off it to a slightly smaller bedroom, a bathroom and a fully equipped dungeon. Irina knew this was the moment of truth, if she was going to run, risking Sergei's wrath it had to be now. If not she was about to offer her body to a man she despised. "You two kneel. Viktor and I are going to change." Anna dropped to her knees and scowled when Irina didn't immediately follow. Reluctantly Irina knelt and was still agonising about if to leave when the men returned. The decision had made itself, she was staying. Arkady was wearing a silk dressing gown, whilst Viktor was in some brief black running shorts. Arkady turned to his nephew and said, "Irina has always seemed so elegant and untouchable, but I always thought she had dark desires under the prim and proper exterior. Now we will find out if I was right." Turning to the girls he said, "Let's see if they have learnt anything at this 'finishing school'." Arkady stood in front of Irina and said, "Come on, girl." Irina knew what she had to do, but her hands trembled as she pulled the robe apart and reached for Arkady's penis. Valeriya had spent ages explaining how she should give a blowjob, but now it was the real thing. Irina placed his cock in her mouth and started sucking. She put any reservations she might have to the back of her mind and concentrated on giving Arkady pleasure. She couldn't afford to fail this test. His penis quickly became erect. Irina withdrew and started kissing its tip, then licking the underside of the penis, before going on to his balls, sucking them and taking them all the way into her mouth. She then went back to the shaft slowly taking it all the way down her throat. As she did this Irina stroked Arkady's balls and inner thighs with her hands. She increased the pressure and speed as she sucked with ever more force. She felt his penis stiffening, but just as she was preparing for his cum Arkady pushed her head away. "You really are a good little whore, but I need to save my cum. This is going to be a long night. Let's go next door." The dungeon had bright scarlet walls and half a dozen bits of kit, all covered in shiny black PVC. One wall was set aside for whips, canes and floggers. The bench below it had selection of metal implements, Irina wasn't sure exactly what they were all for, but knew they were designed to cause her pain. "You," pointing at Anna, "tie your friend up to the frame over there." Irina's stepped onto the padded footrests and spread her arms and legs towards the corners of the frame, allowing Anna to bind her. She felt helpless, she was helpless. Arkady approached her holding a switchblade. No, this couldn't be happening, she had never signed up to this! "Please Master don't hurt me. Please!" Anna lunged in an attempt to help, but Viktor held her firmly by her collar. She could only watch Arkady drew his knife down Irina's chest, digging into, but not quite breaking the skin. Irina continued to plead. Arkady snapped, "Be quiet girl. I paid for you and I will have my fun." With that he sliced through one of her bra straps. Irina's relief was almost palpable. She almost didn't notice Arkady slice through the rest of the straps, then her suspender belt, and it was only when he tugged her panties and cut through one of the sides that she started to focus on her predicament. When they fell to the ground, she started to worry about what the man had in mind for her. Arkady pushed the knife between her legs and gradually raised it. Irina felt the pressure of cold steel on her pussy, and shivered with fear. Putting the knife down, Arkady turned to his nephew, "Viktor, behold a whore, who will do anything for a few roubles. Have some fun with her." "What can I do?" "Anything you feel like, my boy. Grab one of the whips, it will keep the slut's attention. Make the 'Ice maiden' beg for mercy." Irina had been beaten in class, but it had normally been by Kit or Lara who she trusted. She was worried about what this hick teenager might be capable of. Viktor stood behind her and her worst fears were realised as he seemed to strike her with all his might. Irina screamed with agony. The pain shot through her body, it was terrible. She heard the men laugh then a whispered conversation and the whipping continued, still painful but not quite as bad as the first strike. The boy went up and down her arse. The torment was much worse when he hit a previous welt. Irina was in terrible pain, crying, begging Viktor to stop. After a few minutes Arkady motioned for his nephew to cease and said, "So no more condescending looks from you from now on." "No, Master." Arkady kissed her left breast, "The wonder of the dungeon, is we can mix misery and enjoyment." He then placed his hands between her legs and started massaging her taut inner thighs then moved to gently stroke her pussy. Despite her pain, Irina shivered with pleasure. He turned to Anna, "You, on your knees and lick the tart's pussy." Anna did as she was told, beginning by gently touching Irina's clit with the end of her tongue. Much as she tried to resist Irina quickly became excited as Anna began to lick more vigorously until her whole tongue was inside Irina's pussy. Irina's senses were overloaded. She thrashed at her bonds trying to escape. Arkady waved Anna away and handed Viktor a riding crop, "Tits come next. Your choice as to if it is pain or pleasure." It may have been for Viktor to choose, but the hint was clear. To Irina's surprise he started by gently licking her nipples. As they became hard he nibbled them. Irina closed her eyes and felt a wave of bliss spread throughout her body. But it could not last, Viktor stepped back and struck her breasts with a riding crop. Pain replaced the pleasure in a second. He now used short quick flicks of the wrist. First one then the other, the sides then the nipple itself. Irina couldn't bear to watch. She tried to suppress a cry, as she didn't want the men to have the satisfaction of seeing her in agony. But it was no good, it was too much. Soon she was crying out, begging Viktor to stop, promising every sexual service under the sun if he would only cease. The relief when it came was brief as Viktor only stopped to put on some vicious looking nipple clamps. Irina's nipples were already tender and the pain of the clamps shot through her body like an electric shock. They were connected by a thin chain which Viktor tugged, producing another spasm of pain. He approached again bringing the crop up between Irina's legs, leaning forward he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Irina knew her duty and responded eagerly, straining at her bonds to get closer to him. Anything to distract him from torturing her. Viktor stood back with his uncle and admired Irina. "With a little encouragement, the Ice maiden seems a dirty girl. You," pointing at Anna, "untie her, then take my nephew through to the other room and fuck his brains out." Arkady had often dreamed of seeing Irina naked, now she was standing before him, clearly prepared to do absolutely anything he desired, no matter how painful or degrading. He thought the next few hours were going to be simply blissful. Irina knew she had to give herself to him, and was afraid of what she would have to endure to prove to Sergei that she was properly submissive. Somehow she forced herself to smile and took his arm, guiding him through into the main bedroom, "Come on Master, let's have some fun. I feel really horny and I want to show you all the new positions I have learned." Arkady squeezed her affectionately, "Oh Irina, you seem such a natural whore, Sergei would be proud." He kissed her on the cheek, "Now on the bed, on all fours and spread your legs." Irina clambered on to the bed and just hoped she was not going to get another whipping. She didn't know if she could endure any more pain. Instead of the whip she felt Arkady's hand massage her sensitive butt, easing her cheeks apart. Irina knew what was coming and that she must not resist. "Respectable girls will never allow me to do this, that's why I have to use whores." Irina felt his weight as he knelt on the bed and his fingers as they eased into her well lubricated but still very tight arse. Irina somehow suppressed her natural urge to stop him violating her. There was a brief moment of relief before he steered his erect cock between her legs. Arkady gradually guided the tip between her buttocks and into her sphincter. When he pushed, she spread her legs further trying to ease the pressure. She squealed as he continued to force his way into her, it seemed as if her insides would burst. Once in, he started to pump. Clasping her thighs, he moved ever quicker and harder ... again and again. Irina felt the shock as he thumped into her delicate body. She tried to spread her legs wider anything to reduce the pain. His grunts of pleasure got louder, and his language more colourful as he neared climax. Eventually Arkady came and came again into her little arse. Sated he lay back, allowing Irina to collapse exhausted on the bed. "A natural, I always said you had talent." Irina smiled and said how much she enjoyed being with him, but secretly wondered what further humiliations Arkady had in store for her before the evening was out. "Come on Irina, kneel let me have a look at you." Arkady seemed fascinated by his captive; she looked so cute naked, except for her slave collar. He slipped a riding crop between her legs and started massaging her pussy. Arkady knew he could play with her forever; he just loved seeing her humiliation and hearing her yelps of pain. He couldn't resist pulling at the chain attached to her nipple clamps. Irina gave out an involuntary squeal as she bent forward. Arkady pulled the chain until Irina was resting over his thighs. He then proceeded to spank her on her still raw bottom. Pain shot through Irina's body, and she let out a cry of pain, "Master, you are hurting me." Irina Is Sent to School "Valeriya says that you have been taught to accept discipline." "Yes, Master." "Then you should be able to take a gentle spanking. You are not refusing me are you?" "No Master. I am sorry, please continue." And continue he did. Arkady just loved the sound of Irina's squeals and the feel of her pussy brushing against his leg as she tried to avoid the worst of the blows. She was just unbelievably cute. Tiring he whispered in her ear, "I want you as my slave, Irina." "The firm has a lot of pretty boys and girls in their monthly auctions. I am sure you will find someone a lot better than me." "No, I want you, Irina. I want you to serve me day and night." To change the subject Irina offered him a massage. When she went to get the oils and gels she would need, she took off the nipple clamps. She would risk a punishment, as the things were now terribly painful. Irina climbed on the bed and proceeded to give Arkady a 'full body' massage. This involved using her tits and pussy as well as her hands, grinding her groin into Arcady's buttocks. When she turned him over she found her efforts had not been in vain and he was fully aroused. Valeriya had made it clear that every massage came with a blowjob, so Irina bent down and began to suck his cock. She knew he didn't want to her to bring him to climax, so her sucking was gentle. The taste of his cum and her lube was pretty yucky but she knew her duty. Every so often she would stop, withdraw her mouth and smile at Arkady, before kissing his penis and starting again. She could tell by his moans of pleasure that she was doing something right. But he had other plans, "Irina, back to what you do best. You were a girl who was born to spread your legs." He then got up and returned with a spreader bar and a ball gag. He inserted the gag, buckling it as tight as he could, despite Irina's squeals of pain, "In case my nephew is asleep." Then he told her to kneel on a low platform and secured her ankles in the outermost restraints of the spreader bar and her wrists in the inner cuffs. This forced her to crouch, with her legs spread and her bottom in the air. Arkady stepped back to admire his handiwork, taking a few photographs of her with his phone. He laughed at the poor girl's pleading expression and her utterly humiliation. Arkady had no intention of showing her any mercy and took her anally again, with only marginally less force than his first penetration. The air resounded with grunts of pleasure from Arkady and yelps of pain from Irina, as his body thudded into her slim frame. After his climax, Arkady left her there for about half an hour before reluctantly removing her gag and the restraints and chaining her collar to one of the rings attached to the wall. He then slipped into a deep and very contented sleep. Irina had a very uncomfortable night, with far too much time to think about what she had done. The only blessing was that her tits were free from those vicious clamps. There was no denying it, she had acted like a whore. She had allowed a brute to abuse her body and hadn't even resisted. She woke shortly after dawn still very sore and spent almost two hours waiting for her client to wake. When he did, he ignored her. He rang Room service for breakfast and then spent half an hour with the paper. Now refreshed, he unclipped Irina's collar allowing her to get up. Arkady gazed at her, "So how is my Ice maiden?" "Well Master. I really enjoyed last night. You were wonderful. Can I do anything for you this morning?" Irina lied, reciting the lines directly from the 'Slave handbook'. "So my little slut, you now know your duty. Get your pretty little arse over here and bend over, we certainly aren't finished yet." Irina obediently bent over the table and spread her legs, fearful of what Arkady was likely to do to her. She winced as he touched the welts on her bottom, the raw skin still being terribly sensitive. He massaged her arse forcing her buttocks apart, then rubbed himself against her and quickly became hard. Irina knew what was coming and tried to prepare herself. The last penetration was as hard and brutal as before. She couldn't fail now, if she did twelve days of pain and humiliation would be nothing. She just had to concentrate surviving this final fuck. Arkady took her forcefully, the pain was incredible, her arse felt like it was on fire. Eventually she felt him come all over her buttocks. When he had finished he looked down on the prostrate girl, "Ice maiden you are good, really good. I am going to try to buy you from Sergei so I can fuck your arse till kingdom come. He wouldn't have sent you to a place like this unless he was going to force you into prostitution and you are too good to spend the rest of your life in one of his massage parlours, sucking off drunken louts after the bars close." With that he went off to the shower, shouting at Viktor that they were leaving in half an hour. Irina was absolutely exhausted; she had never been used so callously in all her life. Somehow she got to her knees and waited her client. She prayed he would at least give her a positive report, she dreaded another two weeks of prostituting herself. When Arkady returned Irina she said, as she had be taught, "Master I know you have to go, but can I give you one last blowjob." Arkady was surprised at her enduring enthusiasm but knew he completely used up. He merely threw a wedge of roubles on the floor and left, shouting at Viktor to get a move on. Anna came out of the side room shortly after Viktor left, bringing a bathrobe that she wrapped around Irina, "How was he?" "Pretty awful. I still feel very sore ... and dirty, Miss. I've never been so hurt and humiliated in my life. Worse, I was aroused by some of the things he did to me." "Don't worry, everyone feels like that after their first time. I thought you handled the whipping pretty well. In my early days I found that really difficult." "Thank you, Miss. How was yours?" "Eager. After I let him fuck me, he cooled down a bit. He even said he hoped he didn't hurt you too much. Anyway let's go and jump in one of the Hot Tubs and we can have a proper chat." They stayed in the Tub for hours. Anna listened as Irina told her story, going over and over the feeling of humiliation as Arkady bent her over and fucked her. But gradually the tone of the conversation grew lighter and by the end the girls were giggling away. Irina felt like a prune when she finally got out of the Tub, but she no longer felt dirty only pleased that she had passed the test, and knowing she had less than two more days of the course to go. Valeriya had watched most of the session on CCTV, because she had to be sure Arkady did not seriously hurt either of her girls. But she also had to know that Irina was doing her job, as no matter how much affection she felt for her no one could be allowed to harm Cartwright and Palmer's reputation. She was quickly reassured, Irina had done well. She would have made a truly amazing call-girl. Valeriya wandered to the editing room, and looked at the bank of monitors all showing Irina's naked body from different angles. The main reason she had sent Irina and Anna to the Dubrovsky suite was that the firm's IT guru Nicolai, who had previously been an officer in the FSB, had literally stuffed the rooms with hidden cameras and microphones. As expected he was hard at work, as he only had twenty four hours to edit the feeds into an hour long DVD. Valeriya knew he would be up to the small hours trying to finish the job. Mr Frunze had insisted on having a copy before Irina returned to Kharkov, and they all knew he was not a man to disappoint. The Adventures Of Irina Spalko (Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy for free entertainment. Indiana Jones and related characters are property of Lucasfilm Ltd. *Please DO NOT repost without permission*) * George McHale dropped onto the bed, the springs groaning beneath his considerable weight, and rocked from side to side. When the frame creaked and crunched, threatening to snap at any moment, he shot to his feet and backed away. He looked to the large man standing beside the door, his haircut and ill-fitting suit marking him as Russian. "They don't make 'em like they used to, do they comrade?" The man didn't answer. He didn't even look at him. George shrugged and picked up a near-empty bottle of scotch from the table, gulping it down and growing angrier with every swallow. He was fed up with this cloak-and-dagger nonsense: always looking over his shoulder and couching his conversations in code words and odd phrases; meeting his handlers in third-rate motels that should have been torn down years ago. Almost as if they weren't taking him, a former member of MI6, seriously. He slammed the bottle down and pointed a thick finger at the guard. "Don't think you can judge me, you red son-of-a-bitch. I'm in this for the money. I could give a flying leap about your precious Motherland." The man smiled. So, he did understand English. Just then a car pulled up outside, older model by the sound of it. George moved to the window and pulled the curtain aside, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the glaring midday sun. The driver, yet another Russian with a pistol bulging beneath his coat, stepped out and took a look around. Satisfied they weren't walking into a trap, he moved to the rear of the car and pulled the door open. A black leather boot emerged, polished so deep the sun reflected off its surface like a mirror. It touched down in the hot dust as the rest of a tall, lithe woman clad entirely in a form-fitting light-blue uniform emerged from the backseat. In her late thirties, with jet-black hair bobbed at the jaw line and trimmed across the bangs, she was every inch a Soviet. The beautiful pale-skinned woman brushed a black-gloved hand through her hair as she strode to the door, long legs and firm thighs catching George's eye. Dust kicked up around her, sunlight flashing off her fashionable black sunglasses as she turned to the window and smiled. George jumped back with a start and bumped into the table. He quickly composed himself while the guard opened the door. "I am Colonel Doctor Irina Spalko," the woman said as she came into the room, her English fluent but heavily accented. "And I am a very busy woman." She removed her holstered pistol from her belt and handed it to the guard. He shut the door, locked it, then tucked the weapon under his arm and resumed his post. Irena took a look around, then brushed past George on her way to the mirror. "We'll keep this short and sweet then," he said. He watched her adjust her hair, his eyes slowly making their way to her shapely posterior. "Indeed we shall," Irina said. She turned away from the mirror and produced a fat envelope. "The amount you specified, plus a little extra." George snatched it from her hand and tore it open. Irina looked at the guard and shrugged. "I trust this will be the last time we meet," she said sternly. "I am many things, Mr. McHale, but patient is not one of them." George nodded, too busy counting his money to notice the not-so-subtle threat in her words. "Call me Mac," he said. "We know each other well enough, I think." To this Irina said nothing. George chuckled. "Yeah, this will do for now." He shoved the envelope into his shirt pocket. "Then our meeting is concluded." George folded his arms across his burly chest. "I don't know about that," he said. "You Russians have been yanking me around for some time now. Maybe it's time you give me some reassurance, a little something to show I'm not just your fall guy for whatever scheme you're cooking up." "Reassurance," Irina repeated. She tilted her head. "Such as?" It was almost imperceptible, so deceptive were her lovely blue eyes, but George noticed right away how tightly coiled she was, ready to lash out at a moment's notice. He knew he was pushing his luck--one didn't rise to the rank of Colonel in the Soviet Union by virtue of being meek--but he was already in so deep that it didn't much matter what he did. Irina exhaled loudly. "I speak for Stalin himself," she said. "Tell me what you want. If it is in my power to give, you will have it." "You might just regret that," George said softly, forcing her to lean close to hear him. He gave his belly a gentle pat, and was surprised to find it hanging over his belt. He cleared his throat and silently resolved to lay off the booze. Irina raised one pencil-thin eyebrow, immediately taking the hint. "You Westerners are all the same," she laughed, "thinking with your balls instead of your brains." She clasped her hands behind her back. "That is why your so-called democracy will fail." "Perhaps, comrade, but until then you need men like me." George took her by the waist. "And I'm going to wring everything I can out of you." Irina scoffed. "You flatter yourself, I think." But she didn't pull away, staring at him for some time before slowly nodding. She stepped back and said something in Russian to the guard before walking over to the table and taking a seat. She removed her gloves, her boots and socks, and finally her belt, then stood up and took a small wrapper from the guard. "You will wear this," she said. "If you remove it, I will kill you myself." George looked down as she dropped a Soviet-made condom in his hand, then up at the guard. "I don't normally do my business in front of other men," he said. "Not if I can help it." "He is my bodyguard. He will not judge." George shrugged and began undoing his shirt. "Yeah, alright then." When he pushed his pants down around his ankles, Irina raised the other eyebrow. "You are big everywhere but where it matters most," she said with amusement. "This is disappointing." She rattled off in Russian. The guard turned red, firming his jaw and trying not to laugh. George ignored them, his face burning as he continued to undress. He left his black socks on. "Okay, honey. Come over her and warm pappa up." Irina sneered with disgust and pushed his hand away. "Not until you put on the prophylactic." "Later, sweetheart. When we need it." Her eyes flashed. "I am the property of the Premier and party apparatchiks! I will not touch you even with my little finger until you put that on." "Fine," George said. He tore the package open with his teeth and rolled the condom over his semi-hard penis. "Happy now?" Irina nodded and licked her sensual lips, accentuating her lack of makeup before dropping to her knees in front of him and lapping at his swollen shaft. "Mmm," she murmured, gazing up at him as she slowly sucked him into her mouth. "Mmm-mmmm." "Oh god," George groaned. "Yeah, that's the stuff." He held his breath, watching as his cock slid in and out of her pretty face. Irina bobbed her head with expert Soviet precision, moaning like a woman who was enjoying herself. George put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her deeper onto his manhood. Eyes closed, he humped his hips while she flicked the sensitive underside with her tongue. He hadn't had this kind of treatment in years, not since that night in '54 when he and Indy teamed up on Charlotte Gray, some chippy they knew from the war and one of the best cocksuckers in all of Europe. But even a pro like Gray paled in comparison to Irina, a moaning, slobbering Soviet who could suck dick like no other woman he had ever known. She pulled off his cock and stroked his wet staff. "Do not be ashamed if you finish quickly, Mr. McHale. Not even Khrushchev can last long in my mouth." She licked her lips and swallowed him back down. She sucked, twisting her head from side to side and making sure to hit all the right places. George groaned at that, his cock growing even harder, the prelude to ejaculation. Sensing this, Irina slipped back to focus on the sensitive crown, sucking hard while she pumped his staff. George couldn't take it. He grunted, then blasted into her mouth and rocked his hips back and forth as he shot a nice sticky load all over her tongue. Only when his cock began to shrink did he pull out, so amazing was her mouth. He opened his eyes and frowned when he realized he hadn't given the Russian slut a week's worth of semen like he'd pictured, but had instead filled his condom to the point of bursting. So much for that fantasy. Irina wiped her mouth before pointing to the wastebasket by the door. She remained where she was while George disposed of the dripping rubber. "What happens now?" he asked, towering over her with his flaccid cock dangling in her face. Irina looked up, unreadable as always. "That is entirely up to you, Mr. McHale. This was your idea." George looked down at his limp member and smiled. It would be several minutes before he was ready for action, but his wasn't the only cock in town. He pointed to the guard and said, "Suck him next. While I watch." Irina gave him a hard look, then slowly turned her head and looked at the guard. She took a breath and spoke to him in Russian. He stared stupidly. She repeated the command, louder and much harsher, and he immediately snapped to attention and undid his pants. George wasn't shocked to discover the man was bigger than him. Most were. He took a seat on the end of the bed and watched as Irina crawled across the floor, her curvy ass swinging hypnotically from side to side. She slid a hand into the guard's pocket and retrieved a condom, quickly tearing the package open and slipping the rubber over his cock. He grunted, his face flush, and stared straight ahead. Irina barked again. He coughed nervously and forced himself to look down at her. Looking into his eyes, she slipped her mouth over his rigid penis and began to fellate him as if he were the last man alive. He gasped, muttering in his native tongue, and threw back his head. George's cock quickly came back to life, and not a moment too soon. Judging by the way Irina was going to town on the poor fellow, his next turn wasn't long in coming. Even as George was thinking it, the guard grabbed Irina's head and jammed his cock deep into her mouth. She choked, her face turning red, but squeezed her hands into fists and continued to perform. The man gasped, obviously about to come, and doubled over. Irina moaned whorishly. It must have been tough for her to feel that hot cum in her mouth, separated from her tongue by only a thin layer of plastic, and know she could never taste it without risking her career and maybe even her life. The guard finished up before releasing her. He immediately looked away. Irina pulled off his cock, thick strings of spit dripping from her chin while she glared at George. "Are you satisfied now, Mr. McHale?" "As a matter of fact, I'm not." He got off the bed and took his swollen cock in hand. "Get up and lose the goofy uniform." An annoyed look passed over her face, but Irina immediately came to her feet and began undoing her shirt. There was no hesitation in her movements, no shame anywhere to be found on her beautiful features. The blue tunic fell to the floor, then the white undershirt, and finally the lacy supporting undergarment. George rubbed his chin. She had the most delicious pear-sized breasts, creamy mounds with small pink nipples, and a nice flat belly. It was enough to make his mouth water. Irina undid her pants and pushed them down until they pooled around her ankles. She wasn't wearing underwear. "And now, Mr. McHale?" George loosed an impressed whistle. It was refreshing to see a Russian adopting the Western style of grooming: shaving her legs and under her arms but leaving her dark curls untouched. He looked into her bright blue eyes and grinned. "Hand me one of those, ah, prophylactics and get on the bed." The guard at the door dropped his used condom in the trash and passed Irina a fresh one. She stepped out of her pants and came to George, who waited until she was within arm's length before seizing her by the sculpted shoulders and throwing her down on the bed. He was right behind her, flopping on his belly and pushing her long legs apart before going right to her burning temple of doom. Irina gasped and arched her back. George paid her little mind, her strong scent making his eyes water, and ran his rough hands over her soft thighs while he licked her creamy folds. He flicked the tip of his tongue between them, then moved up to give her clitoris a hard suck. Irina dug her fingers into the mattress and bucked her hips. George smiled and pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy, making her writhe and squirm as he took a nice long taste. He did this for several seconds, perhaps minutes, until he was certain she was ready for the next step, then eased back and replaced his tongue with two incredibly fat fingers. Irina, her face and chest starting to glisten, pushed up on her elbows and looked down between her legs. A heartbeat later, murmuring in Russian, she collapsed in a heap of pleasure and tugged at the damp sheets while thrusting her hips to meet his fingers and rapidly flicking tongue. George chuckled and lapped at her pussy, his fingers pistoning in and out with such speed they were little more than a blur. Irina squeezed her breasts in response, giving them a hard slap and tugging on her nipples until George thought they might come off. He pressed a finger to her asshole. Irina groaned and reached down to stop him, but a few light nips on her clit made her gasp and grab the headboard. George, holding his breath as Irina humped against his face, slid the tip inside and made small circles to loosen her up. Then he gave her a hard shove. Irina screamed and bucked so hard the box spring groaned beneath her. George glanced to the side, afraid he had gone too far, and was relieved to see the guard frantically stroking himself. What a world. A simple foot soldier, the man had probably fantasized about Irina for years, never believing he would ever see her in the buff, and certainly never expecting to one day be drained by her expert mouth. Yet here he was, in enemy territory, watching as his gorgeous superior demeaned herself with a filthy American capitalist. George laughed and continued to pummel Irina's incredible asshole until he had her babbling incoherently. He sucked on her dripping pussy, switching back and forth between her juicy lips and swollen nub, then out of nowhere pulled his fingers free. He waited a moment, letting her sweat a bit before jabbing them back inside. Irina let out a gasp and went limp. George was oblivious, lost in a world of incredible smells and tastes. Irina screamed bloody murder as he absentmindedly bit down on her clit, just as quickly slapping a hand over her mouth and shuddering uncontrollably as she washed cum all over George's face and lapping tongue. The big man drank up as much as he could, hungry for anything this precious Russian goddess could give him. Irina's groans grew softer, and she murmured exhaustedly as her orgasm began to fade. George removed his fingers and gave her pussy a few more deep licks before reaching over and giving her sore nipples several sharp tugs. "Not bad for a Commie," he said grudgingly. "But let's see what else you can do." Irina sat up with a wicked grin. Taking charge, she pushed him on to his back and quickly mounted him. She reached down, took his cock in hand, and guided it to her pussy. George grunted as he came in contact with her damp heat, thrusting upward as hard as he could and in one motion filling her tight Russian cunt with almost five inches of good old American meat. Irina laughed and began to ride him. His big belly got in the way, and her hands repeatedly slipped off his wet chest, but Irina squeezed his porcine body with her rock-hard thighs and soldiered on. The sounds they made were loud and raunchy: his hips smacking against her supple ass, the bed creaking beneath their combined weight until Irina reached over and grabbed the headboard for leverage. Briefly sliding off his cock, she quickly repositioned herself so that she was in a deep crouch, using her feet for support instead of her knees. "Oh god," was all George could say to that. Irina bore down with her pussy so hard he was forced to shout. She bounced wildly--lifting so high his cock nearly slipped free--and slammed herself against him with such fury that the room was filled with wet slaps. George groaned, beginning to feel a little out of the loop, and took her by her slender waist before slamming up to meet her. "Not bad," Irina grunted. "For one so small." She balanced on one hand, using the other to abuse her breasts. George did the same to her ass, smacking the pale cheeks until tears welled up in her eyes. Neither showed any inclination to slow their frantic fucking. Irina fell forward and mashed her breasts against his face. She rode him hard and fast, the only movement coming from her hips as she slid up and down his cum-soaked shaft. George chewed on her nipples and drooled all over her tits, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin as he thrust into her. He was so close now, just barely hanging on. "Here it comes," he gasped. "Here it comes!" He rolled her over on her back and frantically humped away between her long, gorgeous legs. Irina dug her nails into his back and kicked her feet in time with his thrusts. "Yes!" she cried, her breasts jouncing wildly. "Yes yes yes! Fuck me, you capitalist dog! Fuck me!" George felt his balls tighten up. He buried himself in her sweaty body, eyes popping, and shot off inside his condom while Irina moaned and thrashed her head from side to side. So much hot cum for her greedy Soviet pussy. He collapsed on top of her, nibbling at her neck and gently humping as the flow turned into a trickle. Irina squeezed his fat arms and ran her bare foot over his sweaty body until he finally had enough and his cock began to shrink. He moved to kiss her, but only got her cheek when she turned away in disgust. George rolled his eyes and pushed off. He climbed out of bed and trashed the condom before looking back at Irina. She glowed like an angel: long legs spread, chest heaving, skin glistening, and not a hair out of place. Only when she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips did the softness fade away and her true hard-as-steel nature surface. "Satisfied now, Mr. McHale?" Her thick accent made his penis twitch. George shrugged but said nothing. They both turned their heads and looked at the guard. He stared back with open astonishment, eyes flicking from George to Irina, his rigid cock throbbing in his hands. George took a seat at the table and lit a cigarette. He leaned back, took a long drag, and watched as the burly man mounted Irina Spalko and penetrated her in one go. They fucked hard, the headboard cracking against the wall while Irina moaned like a common country whore. George smiled, grabbing his semi-hard penis and stroking it in time with their sweaty exertions. This Cold War, it would seem, was just heating up. Irina Both Annie and Bret stared at her in silence, the two of them awed by the girl's innocent beauty. "Are you a virgin Irina?" Bret asked her gently. The girl shook her head and shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Come here and sit," he said. She hesitated for a fraction of a second and then moved toward the bed. Annie and Bret placed themselves so the girl could sit between them and she sat on the edge of the mattress feeling overwhelmed. "You're not a virgin," Bret said tenderly, "but you haven't had much experience." She shook her head and looked down at the floor. "And the experience you had," Bret went on, "was not a good one." Irina looked up at him wondering how he knew. He smiled and she looked down at the floor again, her face burning red from embarrassment. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this experience." She looked up at Bret once more and gave him a weak smile. Annie stared at Bret, surprised at his gentleness. Brett scooted back on the bed until he was lying flat and his hip was pushing slightly against Irina's. Irina shivered a bit at the contact but managed to stay put. Annie lay down beside Bret, wrapped her hand around his cock once more and began to stroke it slowly. She looked at Irina and saw that the girl's eyes were glued to Bret's cock. She realized then that this was the most erotic thing she had ever done. She leaned forward to kiss Bret and he returned her kiss passionately. She was surprised to note that having Irina watch them was making both of them horny as hell. She lowered her mouth to Bret's cock and sucked on it. Unconsciously she made a real show of it. She pushed it against the inside of her mouth making her cheek bulge with its shape. She licked at it like a lollipop and sucked it noisily to the back of her throat. All the while, she watched Irina's face to see her reaction. Irina had never seen anything like the scene before her. She took in the sight of Annie's cocksucking in amazement. She felt the juices flow into her tiny slit and she unconsciously slipped one of her fingers between her pussy lips. She looked up at Bret and realized that he was staring at her intently. She looked at Annie again and saw that she too was staring at her. A shiver of excitement went through her and she pushed her finger inside her pussy to the second knuckle. Both Annie and Bret smiled as they watched Irina pleasure herself. Bret repositioned himself so he lay flat underneath Annie and brought his mouth to her dripping vagina. He began to lick and tongue her as she sucked his cock. For her part, Irina had never conceived of oral sex. She found the idea of sucking her boyfriend's penis disgusting and the idea of a man licking her pussy had never occurred to her. Now she was watching in amazement as Bret lapped at Annie's slit while she hungrily sucked on his member. She swallowed and felt a wave of pleasure sweep through her and she looked down to see her nipples swell with excitement. She moved her finger back and forth reveling in the sensations she was giving herself and looked once more at the couple beside her. A fleeting thought went through her mind, wondering why anyone would watch porn when the show she was receiving right now was infinitely more exciting. Annie moaned softly and Bret pushed a finger into her slit as he lapped at her clitoris. Annie bucked in response and Bret pushed another finger into her anus. Annie moaned more loudly and removed his cock from her mouth as her breathing became more rapid and shallow. "Oh God!" she muttered. "Oh that's good!" Bret growled into her muff and licked at her with relish. "I'm going to cum," Annie whimpered. "Oh God I'm going to cum!" Bret moved out from under her and laid her on her back. He positioned his cock at her entrance and shoved it in slowly. Annie moaned again and closed her eyes as she felt every inch of his member slide into her. She grunted and gripped him with both arms as her orgasm built. "Oh Baby, fuck me!" she cried softly. "I'm going to cum Baby! Oh yeah make me cum!" Bret groaned and started thrusting into her more quickly. Annie whimpered again and bit gently into his shoulder. "Oh I'm cumming now," she whispered. She stiffened for a brief moment and then went completely limp while staring sightlessly at the ceiling. "Oh my God, I can't believe it!" she said quietly. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard before!" Bret grinned and lay against her with his penis still hard and shoved deeply inside her. Annie turned to Irina and smiled shyly. "Did you like it?" she asked. Irina, still rubbing her own pussy swiftly, nodded and had a far away look in her eye. Annie watched her for a moment, devouring the sight of the girl masturbating herself and turned to Bret. "Do you think you could help her?" she asked uncertainly. "She's about to cum but if you help her out, maybe her orgasm will be even better." Bret looked at Irina, whose eyes had gone wide with Annie's suggestion. She returned Bret's look and nodded slightly. Bret pulled out of Annie and slid over to Irina. He leaned forward and kissed her. The girl's lips parted tentatively and then Bret lightly tongued the inside of her lips. Irina moaned and shivered at the contact and finally removed her fingers from her sopping wet vagina. She lay on her back and Bret positioned himself between her outstretched thighs. He moved closer and touched his penis to her swollen lips and Irina jumped. "Be gentle Baby," Annie said with concern as she watched. "I will," he said softly. He moved the head of his cock up and down, letting it slide against the full length of her tiny slit. He could feel her moisture on him and he pushed it in until the head was lodged between her lips though not yet in her tunnel. Irina shivered and arched her back, pushing her hips forward. His cock slid in another half inch and both of them groaned as her tightness began to engulf his rod. He put his hands on the bed just above her shoulders and kissed her again. "Are you ready?" he asked. Irina nodded and her shivering became more pronounced. Annie took her hand and held it. "Don't worry," she said softly. "If you want to stop, all you need to do is say so." "No," Irina said desperately, the first word she'd spoken for several minutes. "No please! I want it!" Bret smiled and began pushing inside. Irina groaned and he stopped for a moment. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and tried to pull him in deeper. He pushed a little farther and she gasped. She bit her lip and then her mouth started working soundlessly. He pushed again until he was just over half way in. Her groan became a little louder and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She muttered something nonsensical and pulled him the rest of the way in. Bret thought he was in a death grip. Her legs were firmly clenched around his hips and her arms were squeezing his neck and shoulders desperately. He felt her pussy convulse and grip his cock like a vise. With her spasms it felt as though his penis was being stroked as her vagina gripped and pulsed simultaneously. Without really meaning to, he suddenly felt his balls let go and then he was cumming inside her. He growled and she joined in and the two of them shuddered through their mutual climax. "Oh my God!" he muttered as he rolled off her. "Did you cum inside her?" Annie asked in amazement. "Yeah," he gasped. "I couldn't help it! She was cumming and my cock felt like it was being vacuumed out! I came before I could even pull out!" Annie arched her eyebrow and looked at Irina. The girl's eyes were wide and her face was bright red. Her nipples were large and distended farther than she had seen on any woman before. She looked down at the girl's vagina and saw it was all red and swollen and seemed to pulse with the girl's rapid heartbeat. As she watched, a stream of semen drooled out and down the inside curve of her buttocks. Her own nipples hardened at the sight and she sighed. "You've got to fuck me again!" she said quietly. "Can you get it up?" Bret swallowed and looked at her in shock. "Are you kidding me?" he said. "I've got nothing left. I need a minute." "Oh," Annie said disappointedly. Bret looked at her dejected look and smiled. "Come here," he said. He gripped her legs and moved her upward until she was straddling his face. He began tonguing her again, feeling her juices flow freely over his chin and nose. She began rocking her hips, grinding her pussy into his face and she put her hands back on his thighs. She put her head back and moaned as the feelings spread through her. After a few minutes of his licking her she looked back and saw Bret's cock begin to respond. She scooted down his body until she was straddling his hips. "Now you can fuck me," she said. She reached down and lined his cock up with her entrance and then sank down on it. She went slowly, wanting to prolong the moment and feel every nerve respond to his member as it grew inside her. She looked down at him and they smiled at each other. "Does she have a tight little pussy?" Annie asked coyly. "Oh yeah," he groaned, "very tight!" "Did you like fucking that little girl?" she said as she began rocking her hips and grinding into him. "She's very sexy," Bret said, "and fucking her was great." Annie groaned surprised at how excited she was from watching her boyfriend fuck Irina. "Did you like watching us?" Bret asked her. Annie nodded slowly as she began thrusting against him harder and faster. "I want you to cum inside me," she said. "I want her to lick your cum out of my pussy." Bret looked at Irina to see her reaction to this. The young girl was watching the two of them avidly and stroking her pussy with her open palm. "Would you like that?" he asked her. "Would you lick Annie's pussy after I cum inside her?" Irina nodded eagerly, not trusting herself to words as she continued to masturbate to orgasm. Bret felt a shiver as she answered and then felt his climax was that much closer. The idea of this sweet young girl lapping his semen out of Annie's cunt gave him a thrill such as he had not felt before. He turned back to Annie who was writhing and squirming on his pole now and he gripped her buttocks with both hands. "I'm going to cum!" he gasped. Annie groaned and redoubled her efforts, sliding her wet pussy frantically up and down his cock. He cried out and his hands clenched, leaving marks on her hips. Then she felt the warm fluid spurting inside her as his orgasm hit. She had a mini orgasm from the sensation and rode him until his penis shrank and plopped out of her tunnel. She lay beside him then and looked expectantly at Irina. Irina had watched the whole episode in a state of intense arousal. She hadn't cum but she knew she was close. As if in a trance, she rose to her knees and then crawled between Annie's legs. She lowered her face to her fur lined pussy and tentatively licked at it. The taste was at once tangy and gooey. She recognized the similarities between the taste of her own pussy and Annie's but there was something else. Then she realized the gooey, salty fluid could only be Bret's semen. She pushed her tongue into Annie's entrance and sucked the juices into her mouth like a drowning woman. Just as she did, she felt something soft invade her own pussy. She looked down between her thighs and saw that Bret was lapping at her pussy while she licked Annie. The two girls moaned together and Annie put her hands gently on Irina's head. "Um, lick me!" she cooed. "Lick me just like that." Irina groaned again and then yelped when she felt Bret's finger push slightly into her anus. His tongue pushed even deeper into her vagina and she in turn found and nibbled on Annie's clitoris. Annie cried out and her thighs clenched as she came on Irina's chin. Irina came too as Bret pushed his finger deeper into her asshole. Finally the two girls fell to their sides breathing heavily as they came down from their climaxes. Bret looked down at them grinning widely. Annie, with her mature body and its natural curves, and Irina, a sexy young teen, lying together in the afterglow of a mutual orgasm was a sight that gave him shivers. The lips of both their pussies were pink and swollen with desire. Annie's vagina was partially hidden by her natural growth of brown hair while Irina's pubic hair was barely visible it was so sparse and lightly colored. There were flecks of white matted in the pubic hairs of both girls which he knew was the residue from his own semen. He sat back and looked at them knowing that he would be hard again soon. Irina's Nasty Surprise This story continues on from "Irina Is Sent to School". This chapter works as a stand-alone story. ***** Valeriya prided herself that she could turn any boy or girl into an obedient slave given time. So was gratified that during the course, Irina had discovered a previously unknown submissive side to her personality. She would now make an extremely attractive slave or 'companion'. Irina had felt surge of confidence as she changed from her skimpy uniform into her normal Chanel. As she put on her earrings and pearl chocker, she realised how much they meant to her. She looked great and knew it. All the tutors and her fellow students had congregated on the veranda as Valeriya presented her with a certificate that she was now qualified as a 'Domestic slave'. The atmosphere was happy and relaxed. As Irina circulated, she displayed her old easy charm; having a nice word and appropriate joke for everyone. It was such a relief to be back in control. As she looked on, Valeriya realised how much she had grown to like Irina. So it was heartening that Irina responded to her heartfelt hug. Valeriya desperately hoped this might mean her affection was reciprocated. It deeply saddened her that they were very unlikely ever to meet again. But losing your favourite students was the curse of every devoted teacher. After the final goodbyes, Irina was relieved to get into the back of the Mercedes. Kirill, the chauffeur, was normally chatty; in fact, he tended to be so ingratiating it irritated. But this time he was thankfully silent. Either Sergei had told him to be quiet or he was at last learning some emotional sensitivity. This suited Irina, she had a lot to think about. She hoped what she had been through would not filter down to the servants' quarters. It would not be seemly for them to know 'the lady of the house' had been trained as a sex-slave and had been forced to prostitute herself in the most humiliating fashion. She would let it be known she had been attending a seminar on nineteenth century Russian literature, that should satisfy their curiosity. As she sat back she wondered what effect the course would have on her relationship with Sergei. Was he angry or horny? She gazed at her 'Certificate of submissiveness'. It had been a hard fortnight, but she could not suppress a feeling of pride that she had survived the course. She hoped that Sergei would appreciate her efforts and wondered if she could expect a present; a diamond, another Rolex or perhaps a trip to Paris. Irina was tired by the time they arrived home. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton bag and made for the front door. Dmitry, their butler was on duty, but instead of the effusive welcome he normally gave Irina, he merely said, "Miss Natasha has asked to speak to you. Would you please follow me?" Irina was not in the mood to talk to the tart; doubtless she was going to beg for her job. Irina had already decided that she would have to go and that was the end of it. Dmitry knocked on the door of Irina's private quarters. What the hell was Natasha doing in her room? As she was about to bollock the girl she noticed the changes, the room had been redecorated in her absence ... no, it was just all Irina's personal possessions had been removed. Natasha was wearing her gym kit showing off her near perfect body. She stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips, clearly confident of her position, "Ah, Irina, good to see you. You will find that there have been a few changes here since you left. The first is that Sergei and I have become an item. He said we were just made for each other. We have just got back from a romantic week in Paris; long walks, wonderful restaurants and even better sex. You should see some of the dresses Sergei bought for me. As you know he can be so sweet. I don't think I have ever been so in love. Anyway Sergei thought you are a little old to take over my place on the G650, so we agreed you could become my maid." Irina was speechless, the little bitch going behind her back. She wondered how long the whore had been fucking Sergei before she had got this commitment out of him. The ingratitude, she had always been nice to the girl. OK she could never remember her name but whenever she had noticed the slut she had said 'thank you' and made the sort of banal conversation you were expected to make to servants. Now she was to be her maid, she couldn't believe it. Irina took a deep breath, there was no point making a scene, as there was nothing Sergei hated more than 'bitch arguments'. "Now please remove your watch and all your jewellery. I will keep it for the time being." Irina obeyed as if in a trance, "Dmitry will take you to your room. Your uniform is in the cupboard. Change and be back in ten minutes, so we can go through your schedule." Irina went to pick up her bag, but Natasha was too quick, "No Irina. I will take care of this." Irina just managed to say, "Yes of course," before Dmitry gently took her arm and led her out of the room. Vladimir and Kirill followed them up the stairs, looking almost theatrically thuggish. Irina was stunned by what she had heard. Instinctively she turned to Dmitry hoping for some advice or perhaps the admission that this was all a joke. But he spoke first, "Irina, I do hope you will not give me any trouble. From now on, you will call me 'Sir'. You are to be under my supervision when Miss Natasha is away. She has told me to treat you like any other junior maid, so you must not expect any favours. You have much to learn about life 'below stairs', but with some discipline I am sure we can make you into at least an adequate maidservant." Irina could not reply and merely followed Dmitry as he led her to a room on the top floor. She was shocked; it was little more than a cell with a barred window at one end and a door that could only be locked from the outside at the other. It was about twenty feet long and eight wide and had little in the way of comforts with bare wood flooring and whitewashed walls. There was a small shower cubicle to the right of the door, beside this was a toilet, a wash basin and then a cheap chest of draws and a cupboard with a single bed at the end of the room. Irina swallowed hard, she prided herself on never losing her cool, but this was awful. She needed to think and think quickly. As soon as Dmitry left, Irina stripped off and got in the shower. Natasha could only have moved into her old room at Sergei's invitation. It was also obvious from Dmitry's demeanour that he knew she had been superseded. They were clearly both confident that Irina would never regain her authority. She knew that there was absolutely no chance of escape as Sergei had phobia about security and the house was better guarded than most countries' gold reserves. So the only way of sorting this out was to speak directly to Sergei, ideally talk him round to taking her back, if not at least getting him to allow her to leave. Irina skipped out of the shower and quickly dried herself with a tiny towel that felt like sandpaper. Sergei's car wasn't in the drive so she reached for her phone ... but it wasn't in her handbag. She had called Valeriya a few minutes before she got home, so Dmitry must have removed it when she was talking to Natasha. She knew she would just have to accept the situation in the short term and pray Sergei returned soon. Realising the door had a peephole she did not feel comfortable walking around naked and went to the chest of draws. It was filled with black underwear, but this was not the elegant silk Irina was used to, it was all very brief and was made of polyester satin. Most of the other drawers were empty, except that of the bedside cabinet which was full of sex toys. Masses of them. Irina noticed a dozens of condoms, creams, restraints and two vibrators, one of which was huge. Did Natasha really think that this was how she would spend her off-duty hours? Irina sat on the bed and took her head in her hands. She knew her relationship with Sergei had been going through a rocky patch but she thought the course had been a warning, not an opportunity to get rid of her. Now she had to serve her replacement in his bed. She would have to submit and put the Cartwright and Palmer training into practice much sooner than she anticipated. Opening the cupboard she found five identical black satin maids' outfits. She struggled into one of the dresses. It had puff-ball sleeves, a tight elasticated waist, a plunging neckline and was very short indeed, coming down a mere inch or so below her crotch. This required her to adjust her suspenders in the hope of keeping her stocking tops covered. However much she pulled at the dress it was still terribly brief. She knew she must get used to crouching down to pick up anything, as the smallest bend of the back exposed her bottom. She tied the small white satin apron around her waist and took a deep breath. Time to face the music. Irina ran down to Natasha's room desperately hoping that the other servants would not see her in her skimpy uniform. It would simply be too humiliating. When Irina entered the room, she found Natasha was going through the contents of her bag. She had piled all of Irina's Cartwright and Palmer stuff to one side and her designer clothes on the other. Natasha looked up, enjoying Irina's evident embarrassment, but attempting to appear irritated said, "You're late. I said ten minutes." "Sorry, Natasha." "Irina, remember your station. You will call me 'Mistress' from now on." She continued in a firmer voice, "Stand up straight when I am talking to you!" "Sorry, Mistress." Irina immediately brought her legs together, put her hands behind her back and tried to look respectful. She did not know what to expect from her employer but did not want to provoke her. "Now, let's start with some ground rules; one, you will be on duty whenever I need you; two, you will only speak when spoken to; three, you will be clean and well presented at all times; four, you will be respectful and curtsey to all visitors; five, you will be obedient and instantly obey any orders given by Sergei or myself, even those of a sexual nature; six, you are not permitted to use the telephone or received visitors and lastly, as my maid you will keep my rooms spotless, run errands, do my laundry and help me dress in the evenings. If you fail in your duties, you will be subject to corporal punishment. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress." This was even worse than Irina had anticipated. Natasha returned to Irina's luggage and picked up some brief satin shorts, "Irina did you really have to wear these at Slave school?" "Yes, Mistress." "I told Sergei that school would do you good. He was always going on about your moods and how you never gave him any peace. He has seemed so much happier now I am here to look after him. You can take your slave clothes. I will get the rest washed and return them if you ever need them. It's really lucky we are the same size, I hope you don't mind but Sergei said I could take any of your clothes I wanted." Irina's eye was caught by a moving image on the TV and was stunned when she recognised herself gagged being fucked by Arkady. The camera had zoomed in on her face, capturing her intense pain, she couldn't believe it. Before she could say anything Natasha said, "Sergei loved the DVD. He didn't know you were so kinky. Arkady said you were the first prostitute who had ever allowed him to do absolutely anything he wanted to her, no matter how painful or degrading. He thought there was a definite niche for you at the cheap end of the market. Now, let me have a good look at you." Natasha circled around inspecting her new servant. She then lifted the back of Irina's dress, and felt the taut satin of her panties against her firm buttocks. She slid her hands between Irina's legs, feeling her heat. She owned this girl and they both knew it. Natasha whispered, "I do hope we will be friends." Irina did not resist the caresses and answered, "Yes, Mistress I will try to be good. But don't you think my uniform is a bit short?" Natasha knew she was right, the dress was very, very short and the bitch was going to wear it, but she answered breezily, "Nonsense, you look fine. You will soon get used to it." Natasha picked up a stainless steel collar and indicated that Irina should kneel. As she secured it around her neck she said, "Irina, you must wear this at all times. You understand?" "Yes, Mistress." "In case you are wondering, it says, 'The personal property of Natasha Petrovna'. Sergei and I got it in Paris. We thought you would look rather sweet in it." Irina hated herself but the uncertainty was just gnawing at her, she just had to know, "Mistress, can I ask when Sergei decided to get rid of me?" Natasha turned with a feigned sympathetic smile, "Irina, you really must remember to call him 'Master' now. But if you really want to know it was after your trip to Mustique. You just pushed him too far. 'Slave school' was my idea. I thought properly trained, you would be useful around the house. Sergei liked the idea of having someone who could provide guests and business associates with 'intimate services'. Things will be different, but I am sure you will get to enjoy your new job." So Irina became Natasha's personal servant and was constantly at her beck and call. Natasha took great pleasure in training her new toy in the duties of a maid. She explained how she should stand waiting attentively for instructions, how to serve drinks and how to curtsey to guests. For times when Natasha did not need her personally she drew up a schedule of work. This involved serving meals, various household chores and a great deal of cleaning. It quickly became evident that Irina's maids outfit was not suitable for housework, so Natasha had Irina wear her Cartwright and Palmer shorts and T shirt. Later she got some new T shirts with 'Natasha's maid' embroidered on them. Natasha had no end of fun surfing the web for ever tighter shorts for her maid. Several times a week Irina was summoned, told to strip and model Natasha's latest find. Natasha also looked for more uniforms for her maid in different designs and materials, she particularly liked a pale pink version she found. If Irina thought that the cleaning would be nominal, she was sadly mistaken. Natasha had her working away hour after hour. Each morning Natasha would inspect the work done by 'her little scrubber' on previous day and if she thought it wasn't up to scratch she would lead her to the servants' quarters. Irina would then bend over the kitchen table and pull down her shorts, or lift her dress and pull down her panties if she was in her maid's uniform. Then in front of all the other servants Dmitry would cane her, normally with six strokes, but sometimes more if Natasha believed Irina had not been polite or had been particularly idle. Sometimes Natasha would suggest that Irina do a forfeit instead of receiving the caning; these varied from inserting golf balls into her pussy (she was warned that next time it would be a baseball), to doing the housework naked for a day to blowing one of the visiting tradesmen. The servants immensely enjoyed the ritual humiliation of their former mistress. Occasionally Sergei would even look in to watch the sport. Irina's torment was worse when Natasha was away, as she came under Dmitry's supervision and he took great delight in humiliating her. The other servants were not sympathetic. All the petty resentments surfaced from when she was 'the lady of the house'. They seemed to enjoy watching her being humiliated. Dmitry had seen the DVD when she offered herself to Arkady and told Irina to her face he thought she was a tart. The other servants had seen bits of it or least heard about her antics. They must have assumed that Sergei had got rid of her for her infidelity. Irina barely saw Sergei, it seemed someone was not giving him 'respect' and this was taking some time to deal with. She had decided to plead with him to be allowed to work for his Escort agency. She knew she must have seriously offended him, but surely he would not expect her to serve Natasha indefinitely. She planned to play on his greed telling him how much she could earn for him by spreading her legs. The plan was then to keep her nose clean for a few months and then skip the country. There were several ex-boyfriends who would help her out. ~ "Irina we are having a party tonight. Present yourself in your best maid's uniform at my room at 6.30." "Yes, Mistress." Natasha was already dressed in one of Irina's favourite Versace outfits when she arrived, "Lift your dress." Irina did so revealing her normal brief panties. "No, they won't do. We are meant to be entertaining. Wear these." The thong was the briefest Irina had ever seen, it was only really two bits of thin elastic covered in black lace. It was tiny. She slipped down her knickers and put it on. Natasha made her stand with her dress around her waist as she examined her. After loosening the front of the dress a little, she made Irina sit in front of her mirror and redid her makeup. This involved painting her lips in the brightest scarlet imaginable, greatly increasing the quantity of eyeliner and mascara. Irina had to admit Natasha was talented and in a way she knew she looked very attractive, the difficulty was she looked like a whore, as Natasha no doubt intended. The cook had chilled the champagne and the vodka and gave Irina a huge tray to hold. She stood as straight as possible as the smallest bend of her legs made her dress ride up to reveal her underwear. Irina hoped that the guests would not look at a lowly maid as they circulated and gossiped. To start with her luck held, people she had once called her friends barely looked at her. She kept her eyes lowered, and prayed. One after another they took their glasses of champagne without even glancing at her. But it couldn't last, the wife of one of Sergei's lawyers thanked her and Irina saw the shock of recognition in her eyes. The lady did not say anything and merely wandered off to talk to her friends, but gossip like this was like gold dust. Irina gradually saw other wives look over at her. Some staring to be sure, yes it really was her and she was wearing the shortest of dresses. Then their husbands. Now they all recognised her. Irina a maid! In a micro skirt and that makeup! How she had fallen, Irina would have treated many of these people with good natured contempt a few weeks ago. Now they were staring at her speculating on why Sergei was humiliating her or if she had always been a cheap whore and they had somehow misinterpreted her status in the past. Finally the last glass of champagne was taken and Irina rushed for the kitchen. So quickly she almost knocked into Natasha. "Things going well Irina?" she asked in what sounded like an unnaturally loud voice. "Yes, Mistress." Natasha dropped her clutch bag, "Irina, be a darling and bend over and pick it up for me, this Versace dress is so tight." Irina felt her dress fall forward as she bent down revealing her tiny thong and perfect bottom. This was the excuse people had been waiting for, there was a huge wave of laughter. What had been a secret a minute ago was now on everyone's lips. Irina was quite literally a laughing stock. She rushed out, ignoring Natasha. Getting to the kitchen she slammed the door, but as she looked up she saw one of the bloody security guards with another tray of champagne. Fight or submission? Much as she wanted to fight she knew it was not an option. Irina gave herself a minute to get her breath back and took the tray. This time she no longer lowered her eyes; she smiled (somehow) and met her old friends' looks, nodding at those she recognised. She was trying to say, I am quite happy looking like a cheap whore in front of you all, in fact I can not think of a better way of spending the evening. Irina's Nasty Surprise She saw Natasha was the centre of attention animatedly telling some story, that she was sure was about her. Irina circulated smiling away, as she squeezed through a small gap she felt a hand go under her dress and tug on her thong. In a second it was mid thigh. What could she do? The tray was still full and required both hands to hold it, but the thong meant she couldn't walk. She froze. The hand took advantage of this to tuck the back of her dress into her apron. Who was the bastard? Now her bottom was totally exposed. As people moved away they saw her predicament, cue for more laughter. She tried to move but the thong was too tight, she only seemed to be able to edge forward a few inches at a time. She was desperate. Irina somehow squeezed her knees together and shook her legs and after an agonising amount of time she felt the thong fall to her ankles. Irina then stepped out of it and fled back to the kitchen. The guests (her friends up to a few weeks before) were still laughing at her bare bottom and were now examining her tiny thong. Who would wear something like that under a micro skirt? This time the security guard was not waiting for her, so Irina dumped the tray and ran to her room. Hang the consequences. But consequences there were. Natasha was angry. Although the sport had been good, she now had some thirsty friends. Vladimir, one of the security guards, tried to help, but being the size and having the dexterity of a gorilla was fine for security but passing around drinks was quite beyond the man. In the end he merely opened as many bottles as he could and left them on side tables, so that the guests could serve themselves. After an hour or so, almost everyone had left. Sergei took some business associates off to his study, leaving Natasha free to get her revenge. She ordered Dmitry to bring Irina down to the hall. Irina knew she was going to get punished and was scared as she stood before Natasha. "Irina, you embarrassed me in front of my friends. That is unacceptable! I am going to have to teach you some discipline. Take off you dress ... and your bra and panties ... now, bend over the table. Dmitry, hold her down." Irina felt the cold wood on her chest and smelt the odour of spilt champagne. Almost automatically she spread her legs and arched her back as she had been taught at Slave school and waited for her punishment. It didn't take long in coming. Natasha's first swipe reflected her continuing anger. Irina squealed, the pain was incredible, it shot through her body like an electric shock; after the first impact the pain seemed to come back redoubled. She struggled but Dmitry held her tight. Irina gulped for air and tried to compose herself. The cry was audible in Sergei's study and he and his friends came out to investigate. Now Natasha had an audience. She gave Irina eleven more strokes. Irina could not suppress her sobs as the beating progressed. She had never experienced even a fraction of this sort of pain. The cane left vivid red lines across Irina's pale bottom, all the way from her thighs upward. When Natasha had finished some of Sergei's business associates gave her a round of applause; commending her on her management technique. They asked to see the maid and Irina got up and gave a brief curtsey in response. After Sergei had returned to his study, Dmitry took Irina by the arm and led her to the top of the house. He showed her into one of the storage rooms, on the floor was a rectangular metal cage with dimensions of about three or four feet. "The Master uses this for people who do not give him respect." As Irina got in, Dmitry gave her a bottle of water. Initially it wasn't so bad, Irina was still recovering from her caning. But as time went on it got more and more uncomfortable. The cage was too short for her to lie down and too low for her to sit, so she had to crouch. To begin with she knelt down, but the bars began to dig into her calves, she then tried to move onto her side, this was no better. The room was pitch black, so she had no idea how long she had been in the cage, anyway Dmitry hadn't said how long Natasha wanted her kept there. Irina quickly became tired due to the necessity of moving from one unnatural position to another. She tried to sleep, but as soon as she dozed off the pain would wake her. She gradually became hungry, after some hours this hunger became painful. Irina clutched the water bottle and rationed herself to the smallest sips, she had no idea how long it would have to last her. Her confinement seemed to go on for ever, in fact Natasha kept her there for just over thirty six hours. When Dmitry opened the door the light hurt Irina's eyes. He unlocked the cage and told Irina to stand. It took a few moments for her to properly react but eventually some feeling returned to her legs and lower back. She was racked with pain, she hurt in places she had previously not known existed. Dmitry explained that Natasha was still angry and she must show how sorry she was or Natasha may keep her in the cage over the weekend. Irina was now so sore and hungry, she would do anything to avoid further confinement. Irina knew she must look awful, still just wearing her torn stockings and suspenders. She was dirty with her hair all over the place and huge black rings under her eyes. Such a contrast to Natasha who came in looking perfectly groomed in one of Irina's designer outfits. Natasha looked at her maid, tapping her tits with her riding crop, she was still annoyed, "Oh Irina, I had hoped we would become friends, but I feel you let me down. Slave school was meant to teach you obedience. Have you learnt your lesson?" "Yes Mistress, I will never, ever embarrass you again." Irina then knelt down and kissed Natasha's shoes. She stayed on her knees looking up pleading for mercy, "Please Mistress, I will do anything, anything at all, you want from now on." Natasha was surprised at the older woman's total submission and momentarily softened, "Oh, Irina, what am I going to do with you? Well this time I'll forgive you. But disobey me again and you will be in the cage for a full week. Understood? Go and have a shower and be in my room in twenty minutes. We will be in the studio, so be sure to do your makeup and give yourself a shave." ~ Irina did not want to be late so it was a short but vigorous shower, followed by a few minutes of stretching exercises to try and get some feeling back into her body. Then her hair and makeup as she tried to hide the bruises and black rings under her eyes. Finally she spread her legs and very carefully shaved herself. She hoped she looked presentable when she got to Natasha's room. "Irina, you look slim. I should try your crash diet. I have had another delivery of lingerie that you will enjoy modelling. But first, drop your knickers and pull up your dress; I had better look at your bottom." Irina knew what her arse must look like, it still hurt like hell. Natasha barely suppressed a laugh but quickly got down to business and dabbed the welts with make up and within a few minutes they were almost invisible. Irina wished the pain could be erased so easily. Irina served Natasha a salad for lunch in her studio. One of Natasha's rules was that her models could not eat for three hours before a shoot, she maintained it made them look fat. Irina was now starving but had to make do with a can of Diet Coke as she watched Natasha eat. "Irina, the experience I am getting in photographing you is really helping my technique. Sergei says I am so good he will organise a show at one of the fashionable Moscow galleries. Wouldn't that be fun? We would both be famous. Your pussy will be known all over Moscow. Ready to spread your legs?" "Yes, Mistress." When Natasha had finished eating she passed over a large dildo, "Look at this, I have got a bespoke vibrator with the President's name on. I think shots of you with it will be edgy and cause the sort of controversy that will help my career. It could even get the exhibition closed down, think of the publicity. It's bigger than normal but this was necessary if the name is going to be legible. Come on no time to lose, strip, lube yourself up, and let's get going." The dildo was huge, but Irina had some experience with Natasha's taste in sex toys, and with a generous covering of lubricant she managed to ease it into her pussy. She sat on the bench and spent most of the next hour with the dildo in her pussy and arse, then she sucked it for the portrait shots. Natasha took photographs from every conceivable angle. She had turned up the heating to maximum to get Irina sweating. She felt this made the photos look more authentic. She explained how the photos would be called, 'The President fucks the country.' If it was a success they could repeat the shoot with foreign leaders. She was also thinking of hiring a few models and painting their naked bodies with issues such as 'unemployment' and having an orgy-like scene and calling the set 'Parliament fucks the country'. The possibilities were endless. After Natasha had taken dozens of photographs of Irina sucking the dildo, then forcing it into her arse and finally her pussy, she called a halt and brought out her video camera, "Right, we will do a short film." She then directed Irina to walk naked towards the camera, lean towards it and suck the dildo, licking the head than gradually taking it down her throat. Irina than sat back, spread her legs wide and started to fuck herself. She began slowly, very self conscious of being in front of the camera. At Natasha's urging she speeded up and gradually lost herself in the pleasure. She shut her eyes and abandoned herself, forgetting Natasha and imagining real sex. Her contented murmurs became louder until she was almost screaming with pleasure. When she came it was exquisite. Really, really good. As she got her breath back she opened her eyes and saw three people. Dmitry and a woman she did not recognise must have entered the room without her noticing. They must have been watching her for some time as Dmitry started clapping and the woman smiled broadly. Irina was mortified she had an audience for such an intimate act. Natasha was one thing, strangers were different. She tried to cover herself and ran to the bathroom. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered if Natasha would use her escape as an excuse to punish her. Trying to control herself she stepped into the shower. Clean, Irina redid her hair and makeup and putting on a bathrobe she went back to face the music. She saw Natasha and the woman chatting at a table. The woman was probably in her late twenties, early thirties, pretty with her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a Burberry-type rain coat and black patent leather boots. "Ah, Irina can I introduce Larisa." Irina curtseyed and said, "Hello, Mistress." Larisa smiled. Natasha indicated that Irina should sit down and poured her half a glass of white wine. "Larisa will be taking part in the next shoot. The plot is thin, but this is porn. Irina you are a maid and Larisa catches you taking money from her wallet. The main part of the shoot will be done here where Larisa will punish you. We will then move next door to finish things off. Irina, have you made yourself look respectable?" "Yes, Mistress." "Take off your robe and let me see." Irina stood up and let her robe fall to the ground, "Larisa, don't you think she is a pretty little thing? Versatile and very enthusiastic. Just what you want in a personal maid. But I should have asked, are you happy to do the scene an amateur?" Larisa stroked Irina's thigh, saying it would be a pleasure to work with her, "Irina, you have a lovely body. Do you have any particular limits or things that you are uncomfortable with?" Natasha answered before Irina could open her mouth, "She is fine with all the things I have got planned. The only thing I insist on is that she should not be permanently marked." Now turning to Irina, Natasha continued, "I have left some new lingerie for you on the side." They watched Irina put on the very brief, shiny PVC underwear and then her normal maid's outfit. When she was done, they made their way to the conservatory. Natasha gave Irina a wallet full of very real money. Larisa then took her coat off, to reveal a black shiny catsuit. The outfit was skin tight and decorated with numerous buckles and zips. It showed off her body to perfection. Now Irina knew what sort of shoot it would be. More pain, more humiliation. The initial scene did not take long; Irina looked theatrically surprised as she was caught with the wallet. Larisa in turn looked 'angry' and, after brandishing her riding crop, she took her by the scruff of the neck and dragged to the studio, which had been set up to look like a dungeon. Natasha then ordered Irina perform a slow, erotic strip whilst Larisa put her feet up and enjoyed the show. Irina felt terribly vulnerable when she was told to put on a black collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, wondering what was in store for her. Larisa then stood, grabbed Irina by the hair and forced her down on her knees and made her kiss and lick her boots. Natasha now took charge, "Irina down on all fours, legs spread. Larisa will now take you anally. Larisa, is that OK? There are a few strap-ons over there by the fireplace." Natasha watched as Irina bent over and massaged lubricant into her arse. No appeals or complaints, the threat of more time in the cage had clearly had its effect. She then quietly knelt in the centre of the room and awaited her fate. She looked so cute. Larisa was surprisingly gentle; she stroked Irina's butt gradually massaging it open, and she entered Irina very slowly the first time. She carefully eased the dildo in, then she clutched Irina by the thighs and fucked her with increasing vigour until Natasha said she had sufficient photos. Next Larisa had Irina over her knee and spanked her. This was excruciatingly painful as Irina's arse was still raw from the beating Natasha had given her after the party. After Irina's first anguished cry, Larisa continued her spanking with the minimum of force. Between hits Larisa massaged Irina's bottom and let her hand stray between her legs, softly stroking Irina's pussy. When Larisa had to beat Irina with a riding crop, she took great trouble to cause Irina as little pain as she could. She was amazed at Irina's obedience to Natasha's instructions without the smallest complaint, no matter how humiliating. Perhaps she was the 'ultimate slut' as Natasha had described her. Finally Natasha attached Irina's cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Taking more photographs of her naked and defenceless maid. Larisa began by slapping Irina's exposed pussy. Irina struggled one way then the other as she tried to avoid the blows, squealing with pain. Natasha then buckled on a large black ball gag. Larisa took the riding crop and started to beat Irina's tits. Natasha continually ordered her to beat harder as she wanted some bright red lines to show on the photographs. It was a tired and very uncomfortable Irina who was finally released. After a brief drinks break, during which Irina took off her ankle and wrist cuffs, retaining only her slave-collar, they went next door. Natasha had transformed the bedroom into a makeshift studio with lights, reflectors and tripods scattered all over the place. Whilst Larisa went to the bathroom, Natasha indicated Irina should sit on the bright red satin covered bed. She then ordered her maid to spread her legs and play with herself. After her huge orgasm, Irina found it pretty well impossible to get excited but tried so as to avoid Natasha's wrath. Looking up she saw Larisa naked in front of her, she instinctively closed her legs and tensed up. Irina had never so much as touched another woman and had no desire to start now. Larisa looked amazingly relaxed at being naked and sat down next to Irina. "Natasha, could I have a few minutes alone with Irina." "No problem, I need another memory card. I will be back in five minutes." As Natasha left, Larisa turned to Irina, "Is this your first time?" "Yes, Mistress." Larisa stroked Irina's hair, "Call me Larisa, please. I will be gentle, I promise. If it helps, just close your eyes and pretend I am a man. Let me take the lead and try to respond. It won't be too bad, you may even enjoy it." Larisa was surprised that Irina was so up tight as she had not complained about being beaten or spanked. Perhaps she reflected that they did not require intimacy. Natasha returned, "You lovebirds ready?" Larisa answered for them both, "Yes, fine. How do you want us?" "I was thinking of Irina on her back legs spread and you licking her puss." Irina slid along the bed and waited. Larisa crouched between her legs and started stroking her pussy, then began licking her clitoris. Irina was still ultra tense, but gradually relaxed as she felt Larisa's tongue enter her pussy. She knew it was wrong but her body defied her. No man had ever touched her with such gentleness. It was good in fact it was great and despite her exhaustion she began to react. When Natasha called a halt Irina was thoroughly enjoying herself. As Larisa moved up her body, firstly licking her nipples than kissing her, Irina reacted with pleasure. Larisa's body was so soft. Irina held her tightly and rolled over, she forgot about Natasha and just wanted Larisa's beautiful body. She needed no encouragement to get between Larisa's legs. Larisa liked the attention, Irina's enthusiasm made up for her inexperience. Her inhibitions were now totally forgotten. Larisa moved to get Irina into the sixty-nine position. Even Natasha noticed that they were now enjoying themselves, she just let Larisa take control. The photographs would be great. In the end it was Natasha who got tired and she brought the session to an end. The last photographs were of the girls relaxing in each others arms, clearly exhausted ... but very happy. Larisa turned and gave Irina another kiss, "See It wasn't so bad was it?" "No Mistress, you were wonderful. Thank you." She stroked Irina's hair and whispered, "I am Larisa remember. If you really enjoyed it, perhaps you would let me buy you dinner. There is so much I would like to teach you." "You will have to ask my Mistress. I don't really get any time-off." Larisa gave Irina a kiss and jumped off the bed. By the time Larisa returned, now dressed casually in jeans and T shirt, Irina had put on her maid's uniform; though her tits hurt so much this time she dispenses with her bra as well as panties. At the door she automatically curtseyed, but Larisa pulled her up and kissed her aggressively, rubbing Irina's naked crotch, murmuring, "You will be mine, like it or not." With one final squeeze of Irina's pussy she was gone. Natasha smiled, it seemed as if the punishment had worked. She reflected that dressing Irina as tart and these regular sessions in which she photographed her in humiliating and demeaning poses were having their desired effect; 'Miss High and Mighty' was gradually turning into a slut! Irina knew her destiny was now to simply spread her legs for other people's pleasure and amusement. ~ A few days later Natasha organised a pool party for her air stewardess friends. Like her, most of them were in their early twenties and all attractive. She revelled in their envy at Sergei's wealth. Natasha lorded it over her friends with barely concealed condescension. It also gave her the opportunity to wear Irina's $1,000 Agent Provocateur swimsuit. Irina served drinks. When she had finished, Natasha called her over and announced, "This is my maid, Irina. She is such a sweetie. You must all meet her. Come on Irina, I am sure there is a swimsuit in the hut, slip it on and join us." Irina's Nasty Surprise Irina was surprised at Natasha's sudden change in mood, perhaps she realised she had gone too far at the party. She went to the hut by the pool. On the door of one of the cubicles was a skimpy bikini with a message 'Wear this, you bitch.' Irina should have known better. The swimsuit was even briefer than she had guessed. It had a thong back and the front was also pretty brief. No wonder Natasha now insistent Irina shaved. The top was a little better, but not much. As Irina returned to the group, a hush settled over the company. Natasha waved her over, she turned to her friends, "Don't you think Irina has a good body for her age." As Irina walked she could feel the bikini edge to one side almost exposing her pussy, she tried to pull it back into place and almost pulled it too far. Irina perched on one of the recliners and was quickly surrounded by the girls, they asked how she got into 'service', about her previous mistresses, one was fascinated by her uniform, but really they all wanted to know what it was like to be Natasha's servant. Much as Irina would have liked to be honest she knew this would result in another beating so she made up stories of Natasha's kindness that would have put Mother Teresa in the shade. One of the girls saw the bright welts on Irina's arse, that the bikini did nothing to hide, and asked, "Irina, how did you hurt yourself?" Suddenly there was a hush and Irina lowered her eyes and said, "I was disobedient and I needed punishing." Natasha smiled and turned to the girls sitting around her, "A maid needs to learn discipline. But normally Irina is so sweet. I really admire her courage. Even at her age she is still modelling." Natasha reached down and picked up a pile of photographs, "Look at these, don't you think she looks sexy. She finds porn so liberating, she says she wants to keep doing it until she is sixty." Natasha started handing round the photographs, the first one was of Irina forcing an enormous dildo into her arse, there were a lot of her with Larisa, both being fucked and the lesbian scenes, and a few of her in lingerie and bikinis. The girls stared at Irina, many of them admitting they would never be brave enough pose naked. Natasha pretended to examine one of the more explicit photographs, "Don't you think she has amazing tits for a forty-two year old. I hope I will look so good at her age." Irina fiddled self consciously with the bikini, she thought she knew what was coming but Natasha reacted with mock outrage, "No, Irina restrain yourself, in that swimsuit, they can see your boobs without you taking your top off." Returning to her friends, "She has asked my permission to get her nipples and pussy pierced. I said 'no' to the pussy, but should I let her get her nipples done? The little cutie has promised to have my initials engraved on the rings." There was some debate on this, before Natasha continued her assault, "These photos are fairly tame, but they are the only ones she gives me. Irina used to pose for some really unusual and extreme fetish web-sites that she refuses to let me see. Though I know her closet is full of latex clothes and sex toys. I feel so innocent when she tells me of some her adventures. Put to shame by my own personal maid!" "I think her courage comes from the time when she was a prostitute. She told me stories about what some of her clients did to her. You need guts to walk the streets after that. She has retired now and that is all behind her. This said, you are always up for a foursome if you get any offers, aren't you, Irina?" "Of course. A lady's maid always tries to please." Natasha continued to twist the knife, "You should see her on a Friday night, you would think she is still looking for clients. She wears skirts much shorter than I can get away with. Don't you darling?" "Yes, Mistress." Irina felt deeply humiliated knowing she could not contradict her Mistress. She felt the girls' pity, it was almost worse than their contempt. These stories would soon go around their social circle. "She has asked me if I will allow her to start stripping. I know she would be great, but I am not sure if it is the sort of thing that a respectable lady's maid should be doing. What do you think?" The girls giggled at the thought. Eventually Natasha tired of her game, she patted Irina on the shoulder, and whispered (loudly), "Irina, you have got the attention. In future if you are going to meet my friends, wear something a little more modest. This is not one of your husband hunting parties. Off you go, you can serve tea in half an hour." Irina got back into her new, even shorter, maid's outfit. This time Natasha had forbidden her to wear panties. Natasha now ensured Irina had to continually bend over to pour the tea and hand out sandwiches. All Irina could do was keep her legs firmly together. Natasha continued to have her fun telling the girls, "You know I tried to buy Irina a decent uniform, but every time I turn my head she seems to have shortened the dress another inch. You just can't stop her. So when we don't have guests I now dress her in shorts. Irina go and change into your other uniform." Irina returned in some micro spandex shorts and her specially embroidered T shirt, to show the girls what she wore when she was doing her chores. For the rest of the day Natasha emphasised her total control over her older servant, offering to lend her to her friends if they had important parties or the like. ~ Every two weeks Sergei went out with his friends. The occasions were partly social but were also useful occasions to discuss business, as between them they controlled pretty much all of the region's organised crime. This week it was Sergei's turn to host the post-drinks party. Irina waited with plates of pickled cucumbers, salo and herring and bottles of vodka. When the men arrived, they were in good cheer singing their favourite Cossack songs. Sergei cornered Irina, "Irina I need your help. I want you to seduce Kliment Kanayan. You must remember him; we stayed at his villa in the Crimea last summer. I need to talk to him alone tomorrow morning, so I want you to spend the night with him." "Yes Master, of course." Irina was overjoyed this was the first time Sergei had even acknowledged her existence for weeks and now she had the opportunity to ingratiate herself with him. To show her sincerity she hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties. Seeing Irina close to, Sergei remembered why he used to love her. He was amazed she had shown no resentment at being asked her to prostitute herself. Perhaps he should do something for her in return. When Natasha was sure everyone has drinks and food, she put on a DVD. Irina knew it would look better if Kliment thought he was seducing her rather than the reverse. She ensured that there were no seats left when she came to sit down, so asked if she could sit with him on the sofa. The guy was wonderfully predictable, first yawning and putting his arm over the back of the sofa, then gradually letting it rest on Irina's shoulder. When he found he was getting no resistance he let it drop to her waist and finally thigh. He then reached under her dress and started stroking her soft sensitive skin. She eased her legs apart and he felt her warmth. She snuggled up to him in turn and started to massage his crotch. Kliment turned to her and said, "I need a breath of fresh air. Irina, can you show me the way out to the garden?" "Of course, Master." She stood up and asked Natasha's permission to leave. When it was granted she followed Kliment out of the room. As soon as they were out of the room, Kliment clasped her and held her close, "Irina, I have always wanted you, but I am worried that if I seduce you, you will get into trouble." "No Master, Natasha says it is my job to sleep with Sergei's friends. She calls me her personal whore." Although Irina could feel Kliment's excitement he looked serious for a second, "Why is Sergei doing this to you? You were such a nice couple." "It is my fault, Master." "But what will happen to you?" "I don't think I will be here for long. Sergei will sell me if he gets a good offer. Natasha has already photographed me naked, so my details can be e-mailed around. I am just not sure if they are going to sell me to an escort agency or an individual. Would you like to buy me, Master? You will find I am very well trained and accommodating and I am sure Sergei would give a friend a very good price." Kliment made no answer. As they talked Irina took Kliment upstairs, "Where are we going?" "I thought you wanted some fun. I cleaned the guest rooms this morning so any of you could stay the night if you wanted. Don't you want me?" "Very much." Kliment could not take his eyes off Irina's bare bottom as he followed her up the stairs. When they were alone Kliment launched himself on Irina. It took a minute for her to escape, "Kliment, I need to get out of this terrible dress. If you tear it, Natasha will kill me. Don't move, I will be back in a moment." In the bathroom Irina quickly stripped naked. When she returned Kliment had also undressed. He was a bear of a man, but not unattractive. She was still not sure how much alcohol he had drunk, but knew oral sex was safest option. If he wanted anything else she would simply have to spread her legs and let him have his fun. She would do absolutely anything to satisfy him. Irina manoeuvred Kliment onto the bed and crouched between his legs. Before Slave school, Irina had never given her boy friends blowjobs, she thought it unladylike. Now her future depended on her performance. She started by licking his penis, then his balls. She took his balls all the way into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue. Despite the alcohol, Kliment quickly became hard. She varied her pressure bringing him close to climax and the letting him relax. Irina then took his penis in her mouth and started the blowjob proper. Again she varied the pressure and speed to prolong his evident ecstasy. On and on. At the same time, she stroked his balls and his inner thigh. Eventually Kliment could not control himself any longer and exploded. Irina knew her responsibility and sucked and swallowed trying to extract the last of his cum. She crawled up and rested her head on Kliment's chest, smiling, "You were great, Master. Was I any good?" "Wonderful, quite wonderful. Snuggle up, I want you. I can't bear to see that lot of Neanderthals again." Kliment slept soundly. The next morning Irina decided to wake him by giving him another blowjob. She licked his penis and gently eased it into her mouth. Kliment woke to a feeling of bliss. When Irina saw he was almost awake she began to suck in earnest, taking him to another great climax. Kliment was elated and still on a huge sexual high when Irina escorted him down to breakfast. Irina felt very chilly without her panties, but served breakfast as normal. When she left to get more coffee she almost bumped into Sergei. "Thank you, Irina. You did well. What did you have to do, to get Kliment to stay the night?" "Two blowjobs, Master." "You are a talented girl, he certainly looks happy. Make yourself available in case he wants to fuck you before he leaves." "Yes, Master." "By the way here are you panties you abandoned last night." As Irina stooped to put them on, Sergei continued, "All the best courtesans wear knickers at breakfast." Irina pulled up her dress and took her time to adjust her underwear, stroking the tight material. She leaned towards Sergei and slyly whispered, "All the best courtesans are always looking for new clients." Sergei grinned, "Something I will have to consider." Irina beamed with pleasure at Sergei's attention and complements. Natasha enjoyed getting Irina ready, stripping her naked, then taking time with her cosmetics before running through exactly what she should do if Kliment wanted to see her again. After warning her how long she would spend in the cage if she didn't perform, she led Irina, naked except for her slave collar and high heels to one of the guest rooms. Natasha arranged a selection of condoms, dildos, creams and whips on a side table; Irina was now open for business. She looked back as she closed the door, Irina looked like the clichéd image of a whore, sitting there naked on the bed waiting for her client. It wasn't until 3pm that Sergei and Kliment's meeting came to an end. Kliment was surprised to see Irina naked, but spent little time on small talk; forcing her to her knees to give him a blowjob. Just before he climaxed he picked her up and threw her on the bed, pinning her down as he fucked her before finally taking her anally. The violence of Kliment's passion meant that this was more like rape than lovemaking. He was taking out his frustration on someone he knew couldn't refuse. Natasha and Sergei watched it via the CCTV and they agreed that Irina was as good as any $1,000 hooker. Irina was still exhausted, lying face down on the bed recovering, when Natasha returned to the room. She was literally covered in Kliment's sperm and her arse raw after her fucking. Natasha threw a pair of spandex shorts on the bed and said, "Get up you lazy slut. You have some scrubbing to do." Irina spent the rest of the day, dressed only in some very sticky shorts, cleaning Natasha's bathroom. Sergei liked having Irina on hand and often offered her to guest and business associates. He had a bell installed in Irina's room so he could summon her at the end of his meetings. Normally Natasha sent Irina down in very brief lingerie, but sometimes she would send her naked or even dressed as a dominatrix depending on the client. On one occasion Natasha dressed her as a secretary, in a white shirt, no bra, a very tight black skirt and high heels. Irina entered the room carrying a clipboard and reminded Sergei about his next appointment. They spoke briefly, Sergei saying that the meeting had gone well and that Irina should help celebrate in the only way she knew, "That means, you had better pull up that skirt, drop your knickers, if you are wearing any, and bend over the table." The auditors watched mesmerised as Irina struggled to get the skirt up around her hips. When she finally succeeded she revealed she had 'forgotten' her panties. She then lay on the Board table and waited, stroking her clit. Sergei joked with the auditors and said she was 'a very broad-minded girl'. They took little persuading and Irina was fucked by four geeky tax auditors one after the other. The last one taking her anally. She was still desperate for Sergei's approval, so in the hope of impressing him with her enthusiasm, she allowed the auditors to do pretty much anything they felt like with her body. After each one had finished fucking her, she got to her knees and sucked them clean. As she lay naked on the table she realised she had acted like a whore, but she also knew she would do anything to earn Sergei's approval. His smile and quiet 'thank you' was worth any pain or humiliation. Irina had become Sergei's (unpaid) whore, the girl who would always say, 'yes'. Natasha quickly redecorated a guest room with erotic prints and various sexual paraphernalia such as a whipping horse, so Irina could entertain her 'clients' in comfort. Sergei was soon summoning her on a fairly regular basis. Irina still found it acutely embarrassing walking into Sergei's office naked or near naked and offering herself to people she had mixed with socially only a few weeks before. But since the party everyone her status. They might despise her, but there were no lack of takers for her 'services'. It was a lot of fun tormenting Irina, but Natasha knew she was going to have to get rid of the girl. In the meantime she saw a new way to obtain greater influence in Sergei's set. She now started offering Irina to Sergei's friends on the flimsiest of pretexts; 'all tastes and services catered for'. As most of the criminal elite lived in well protected villas, Natasha realised that she did not need to go to the expense of buying Irina a new wardrobe. She just dressed Irina in stockings, suspenders, bra and panties and sent her over clutching a few condoms. Kirill, the chauffeur, deeply resented this job and complained about the stains she left on the car's seats, but this didn't matter as Irina could always scrub them clean. After Irina had performed whatever services were required, the 'boys' began playing a new trick, to start with 'accidently', later quite intentionally, they would cut or rip her bra and panties, so she would now have to scurry back to the car naked. Kirill cottoned on and started to lock the car doors and make her beg to be let in or even hide leaving Irina sitting naked by the side of the road. He would then take her on the longest and most congested routes home so dozens of people saw her nudity. As Irina's use as a prostitute became more blatant, so she became the butt of ever more 'jokes' in the servants' hall. Eventually they simply ganged up and started demanding either their former mistress provide oral sex or hand jobs. She had little choice but to comply. They also punished her for offences like being late, disrespectful or improperly dressed. Natasha discovered this when she went into the kitchen to find Irina knickers around her ankles over the cook's knee being spanked as the other servants looked on. She found it hugely amusing and did nothing to stop the servants enjoying themselves. Irina's humiliation was now complete. As so many people seemed to be enjoying Irina's body, Natasha decided she would also partake. The next time Sergei was away, she ordered Irina to come to her bedroom. Her maid was now totally and utterly submissive knowing the smallest slip could result in a return to the cage or another beating. Natasha lounged on the bed in a brief silk kimono. She ordered Irina to strip and give her a full massage. Irina was a skilful masseur and knowing what her Mistress wanted spent her time on her tits, vagina and pert bottom. Natasha quickly began to feel horny and spread her legs ever wider. She experimented getting Irina to lick her toes, then rim her arse. The girl was hugely talented and Natasha squirmed in exquisite pleasure, as her tongue massaged the ultra sensitive area around her anus. The rimming was designed to humiliate, but Natasha found she enjoyed it, so it became a regular duty for her maid. She could and would get Irina to do anything she desired. Finally Natasha's lust became too much and she ordered Irina lick her pussy. Natasha's climaxes were sensational, as good as anything she had experienced. The pleasure was heightened by Irina's obvious unwillingness to perform. This became a routine, whenever Sergei was away, Irina would strip and wait outside Natasha's door. Sometimes Natasha would order her in for increasingly frantic oral sex, sometimes not and Irina would spend a cold evening in full view of the other servants. When she was admitted the evenings would often start with a disciplinary session if Natasha was unhappy with Irina's work. The maid was forced to stand naked, head bowed and hands behind her back, in the centre of the room and listen to her faults. Natasha then got great pleasure from having Irina over her knee and giving her a good old fashioned spanking. Only then would Irina perform her sexual duties. But these good times could not last. Sergei had said Irina was Natasha's 'toy' that she could do what she liked with. But since the night Irina had spent with Kliment, Sergei had started to notice her again and Natasha was worried that he might reignite their relationship; so her 'toy' had to go. She organised for Irina to be taken next time Sergei went abroad. She would go to whorehouse attached to the Azovstal steelworks. Natasha thought of Irina legs spread fucking dozens of drunk steel workers night after night. What a way to dispose of a potential rival. She could then get down to spending Sergei's money and making her position with him secure. Irina's Nasty Surprise ~ Sergei had hugely enjoyed Irina's humiliation, she had become a bore and for this she deserved to suffer. Natasha had a genius for humiliating her; she also had the technical skill to film most of these incidents. Sergei could watch the scene when Petro pulled down her thong at the party, endlessly. Natasha recorded a commentary that the British comedians Monty Rattlesnake would have been proud of. She spliced the scenes together into a thirty minute film called 'Irina, the troublesome maid' to show to Sergei and his friends. It had been a huge hit with the boys. Natasha was a true genius. A very sexy genius. But it gradually dawned on Sergei that beneath her sweet and sexy exterior, Natasha probably wasn't the nicest of people. This feeling grew every time he saw Irina suffering. He now regretted dismissing Kliment's generous offer for Irina, and was relieved to get a second chance when he got a letter from Valeriya Kaledin offering a decent sum of money to 'buy' Irina's 'contract'. Girls were important, but trading was in Sergei's blood. He called Valeriya and made a counter offer. After a certain amount of haggling and the e-mailing of dozens of photographs, a deal was struck. "Natasha, you and I need some down time. I was thinking of getting a few friends together and taking the yacht to the Caribbean for a few weeks. What do you think?" "That would be great. Who are you thinking of inviting?" "Mainly politicians I am afraid, but you invite some of your friends as well. Tell them that there are some potential sugar daddies around. With the bribes I pay, they can easily afford to keep a few girls in luxury. What do you think?" "Lovely, how many can I bring?" "Would six be OK?" "Deal." "One problem, Irina would be out of place. I have been thinking that it may be time to get rid of her. In fact, Miss Kaledin has indicated that she may have a buyer. Would you be able to take her to Moscow? You can use the Gulfstream. It will be the first time you are in charge rather than messing up my drinks order. Think it would be fun? You can even spend the weekend shopping if you want." "Darling that would be wonderful. The Caribbean just shouts 'new swimsuit' to me." Natasha had never felt more important as she ordered Irina to strip, forced her to insert a large butt plug, then handcuffed and gagged her. Irina did not resist as she was told to spread her legs yet again, thinking that she was being prepared for one of Sergei's more kinky contacts. But was aghast as she was then squeezed into a trunk, specially padded and drilled with air holes so the 'mechanise' was not damaged. Now her mind was in utter turmoil; she was clearly about to be transported, who had she had finally been sold to? Had Kliment taken the hint and bought her? Or was it a brothel? Could being a full time prostitute be worse than being Natasha's slave? She was now scared, very scared. Natasha on the other hand was happy, the fact that Sergei trusted her to do this sort of job showed he knew she was more than just a pretty face. She had already started dropping hints that she would like to manage his call-girl interests. In time he might look at her as his business partner. The ending was not quite as Natasha had hoped. After being welcomed at the airport by an efficient looking PA, things moved quickly. She accepted a lift in a Range Rover, dumping Irina in the boot. As they accelerated through the countryside Natasha thought that Sergei really ought to get a car like this. The next moment a hand appeared at her neck and another pushed a chloroform soaked rag in her face. The struggle was intense but brief. At the 'school', Valeriya looked at her new acquisition on the CCTV. She was every bit as pretty as Sergei had said. Valeriya was puzzled why he had given her such a good price. Sergei knew the market for girls and still charged about 30% less than her worth. He had also guaranteed that she was disease free and that she would be whoring profitably within three months or he would return 50% of the purchase price. This was generous and Sergei Frunze was not known for his generosity. He must have wanted to get rid of her, Valeriya wondered why. She felt there must be a catch. With 'kidnaps' Valeriya went for the 'shock and awe' strategy. She wanted to scare the girl so much in her first few days that she gave up any thought of resistance. If you judged it right, it was amazing how quickly a girl would adapt to life as a prostitute. Natasha awoke from what seemed like a deep sleep. Initially she could not focus on anything. When things did become clearer, she realised she was in a totally unfamiliar room. But worse, much worse, she was naked and had firmly bound her spread-eagle on a PVC covered bed. She felt a numbness between her legs and saw someone had shaved her pubic hair. It took a second to be sure, but she was relieved she had not been molested. But the way she was bound made her fear that she might be about to be raped. This was not a sex game, she had obviously been kidnapped and her abductors had only one thing in mind. She was scared ... and angry, very angry. Sergei was clearly behind this. Why? She had opened her legs for him from the first day they had met, she always agreed with what he said and had tried so hard to be useful. Damn it, she even loved him. The door opened and looking up she saw an elegant lady, probably mid-thirties, whip in hand, staring down at her, "Natasha you are awake. I won't beat about the bush. Sergei says you are an intelligent girl. You must realise you have been kidnapped and that there is only one reason why I should want to do this. You, my darling, are going to become a prostitute. You can feel sorry for yourself this evening, but now I want you to accept the fact. At the moment you are pretty useless to me, so you will go through a similar, but more intense, spell of training that you organised for Irina. We can go through the rules later, but needless to say any disobedience will result in a severe beating." Valeriya then viciously struck Natasha's inner thigh with her riding crop, "Understand?" Natasha looked up and said in desperation, "Yes. I understand." As if on cue, Irina popped her head around the door telling Valeriya she was needed in a meeting. Natasha recognised her own Chanel suit she had been wearing a few hours before, she wondered if the bitch was also wearing her knickers. As she struggled against her bonds, somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered a verse from the Bible, "All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword."