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[JB Doyle]

Brandon Darrow, a thirty-something New York banker from a wealthy family has had a phenomenal string of successes in the growing financial hub of New York. He finds himself waiting at the harbor Battery Park for a young Russian woman.

Darrow is a bachelor who has courted his share of beautiful women. But they tended to be too worldly wise and too enamored of themselves and their family's money to fit into his plans. He needed a woman who was trusting, naive and willing. And, she needed to have head-turning beauty. He had learned of the woman he waited for from her uncle and had high hopes she would be the one.

One of the grooms at the stables on the Darrow family estate - Ivan Ivanovna - had sought the help of Darrow's father in assisting his niece, Marina, learn the social graces he hoped would make her good marriage material. Ivan had showed the elder Darrow a dark, sepia-toned photograph of Marina. Brandon Darrow saw the photo after he came in from an afternoon ride in the country. He instantly recognized that Marina Ivanovna was a striking beauty. When he learned from Ivan that Marina was a country girl with few social skills, Bradford decided HE would provide the Russian beauty with the training she needed.

The young Darrow is known around New York as a gentleman's gentleman to some, and as a cad to others. He's undeniably handsome. At six feet tall, he has dark hair that is slicked back. A pencil thin mustache accentuates his angular face, and his dark blue eyes mesmerize the ladies he entertains. A jovial sort in the taverns and pubs on Broadway, Darrow often is seen about town as the epitome of a playboy who never hesitates to use his riches to the best advantage.

What Darrow's associates don't know is his dark secret. Darrow is used to having his way with women in the outside world, wining and dining them. But behind closed doors he uses them in different ways. He provides the training and the incentive they need and he expects their complete subservience. His strong will in the business world is equaled by his aggressiveness at his estate.

Darrow, despite his laissez-faire attitude about the female gender, was excited to see that Marina Ivanovna was a striking woman. Her photograph had not done her justice. He spotted her instantly when she emerged from the boat.

Dressed pleasantly, the country girl posessed a fine figure, but her attraction was her beautiful face, a porcelain-skinned visage with high cheekbones, red heart-shaped lips, a pert nose and dazzling deep blue eyes. Her cheeks were rosy from the chill of the day and her white blonde hair was pinned back, allowing only a few tendrils to escape, dangling along her face. She was a china doll, appearing fragile, tender . . . and innocent. He knew he had to have her.

"Marina? Marina Ivanovna?" Darrow called out as the Russian country girl looked perplexed at not seeing anyone she knew.

Marina met his gaze as Darrow approached. "Welcome to America, Miss," he said. "The name is Bradford Darrow. Your uncle Ivan is an associate of mine."

 

[JB Doyle]

Jaded as he was, Bradford was captivated by the beauty of Marina Ivanovna. The 20-year-old Russian country girl was dazzling.

She looked startled when Bradford called her name, looking to him nervously as she spoke to him in Russian, a language that never sounded more lovely than when it came from Marina's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm don't speak your language," Darrow said. "English?"

"I am sorry, my English is not perfect...Thank you, Sir, for coming to meet me. I like America and New York is beautiful . . . " Marina repeated in heavily accented English."

"I assure you Miss, that's all right," Darrow said. "Welcome to my country. Yes, New York can be exciting, but you've had a long, tiring trip. I'd be honored to show you the sights but you must be tired and hungry."

At the suggestion of eating, Marina's deep blue eyes opened wide, but she demurely looked away from the dashing Bradford. She didn't want to impose on this gentleman. She could eat when she saw her Uncle Ivan.

Bradford saw Marina perk up momentarily when he suggested eating and before she could answer, he decided he would take Marina on a short sightseeing ride before arriving at one of the fanciest restaurants in New York. While her dress was moderately fashionable, Marina filled it well and he decided she would fit in nicely with the elegant diners at Monique's, an upscale eaterie on the upper West Side.

"Let me show some of New York, Marina Ivanovna," he said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the sights. And then we'll have a long lunch and get to know one another."

Marina nodded her assent "Yes, Sir, thank you very much."

Darrow decided he wanted to know much more about Marina. She was undeniably beautiful, and appeared to be quite innocent and naive as well.

And he loved the way she called him Sir.

 

[JB Doyle]

Undeniably beautiful, Marina Ivanovna was an innocent on the streets of New York, fully unprepared for the fast pace and the often underhanded dealings in a modern metropolitan city. It was the 1900s after all, not some back country in Russia, still stuck in the 1800s.

Marina's parents had taken care to train her, but their nobility was losing its luster as the so-called royals increasingly found themselves on the wrong side of public opinion. They sensed the changes to come which is why the elder Ivanovna responded favorably to his brother Ivan's letter from America.

Ivan had fled Russia just ahead of trouble. His brother thought he had gone to America to seek fortune, hoping to add to the dwindling wealth of the Ivanovna estate. But Ivan actually left with little more than the clothes on his back. He had run afoul of the fledgling Russian mob and had to flee his mother Russia. He arrived two years ago in New York, penniless. He found work on the Darrow estate, performing his duties in the stables.

It was in an adjoining stable that Ivan overheard a conversation about upper class mail order brides, European women who travelled to America to become the wives, and soon-to-be slaves, of wealthy businessmen. Ivan thought back to his country home in Russia and his brother's daughter, Marina. She was just the type the Americans liked: beautiful, naive and pliable.

Ivan made arrangements with his brother for Marina to travel to America. His brother thought it was an opportunity to advance her training and experience with the American high society. In reality, Marina was destined to be wed, and then enslaved by her new husband.

"Tell me about yourself, your childhood, and how you know Uncle Ivan," said Marina as they sat at a corner table at Monique's, a fancy bistro on the Upper West Side."

"A little about me?" said Bradford Darrow as they sat at "Why of course, dear Marina."

Marina was entranced with the handsome American. He was such a gentleman and obviously well-bred. She felt fortunate to have been met by such an American as Bradford Daroow.

Darrow was equally as entranced with Marina's beauty. Her fine features, golden hair, bow-shaped mouth and striking figure were a very welcome surprise. But it was her extreme innocence and naivete that endeared her to him even more. She would be easy to turn, easy to convince, easy to train. "Uncle" Ivan, the old reprobate, had done well.

"My story is like many others here in America, Marina." Darrow said. "Like you, I was born into wealth, and enjoyed the kind of lifestyle only money can buy, the best schools, the best clubs, and an entree into New York society. I always had a head for banking and my father brought me into the business at an early age. He has semi-retired now, so I am taking more responsibility for the family's investments."

"I apologize for boring you, or sounding too vain, but I'm rather good at what I do and I usually get what I want," he said. "My household staff is dedicated to me, as I am to them. "They serve me well."

"Now finish your meal, Marina," Darrow said. "There's an historic Russian Orthodox Church I want to show you on the way back to the estate."

 

[JB Doyle]

So easy. Bradford Darrow was impressed by the irresistability of his own charm sometimes. It was clear Martina Ivanovna was smitten. and in her guileless way, she let him know she was drawn to him, that she wanted to spend more time with him. Little did she know how much time she would soon spend serving her American gentleman.

"Certainly Miss Marina," Darrow said. "We'll be seeing Ivan later. He is master of my stables, a trusted colleague. He lives on the estate."

Marina didn't know that her Uncle Ivan had sold her to the dashing Barrow, which committed her to a lifetime of servitude as Darrow's wife and submissive slave. She would live well but Darrow also would use her well.

The American gentleman and the Russian beauty arrived at the Orthodox Church and Darrow escorted her around the courtyard as she breathlessly absorbed the Byzantine architecture. Darrow enjoyed watching the Old World country girl admire the fine craftsmanship of the structure, her pale cheeks painted red by the crisp weather.

"Shall we go in Miss Marina?" he said.

Marina assented and followed her escort inside. She was amazed at the intricate ornamentation all around, with magnificent embellishments filling every square inch of the ornate interior.

"Marina, feel free to wander around and soak up the details," Darrow said. "I'm going to see if the bishop is in."

Marina nodded agreeably, smiled angelically and responded innocently, "Yes, Sir."

 

[JB Doyle]

Bradford Darrow had found the Archbishop in the rectory at the rear of the church. He was an old friend of the family who had kept the church in pristine condition. Archbishop Constantine also lived a rather luxurious lifestyle, thanks to the generosity of Darrow and his kin. As a result, the prelate was indebted to him. And Darrow needed a bit of subterfuge in order to make the beautiful and innocent Marina Ivanovna his own.

Darrow knew Marina spoke five languages with at least some competentcy, but he discovered she was not fluent in Latin. It is not only an ancient and obsolete language, but it was the official language used in traditional ceremonies at the Russian Orthodox Church.

Prior to arriving back at the front of the church, Darrow had made arrangements with Archbishop Constantine to perform a ceremony with him and Marina, ostensibly to bless Marina's arrival in America and to make sure her future was filled with good fortune and good works.

But the Latin ceremony actually was to be a marriage, abbreviated, yes, but the exchange of matrimonial vows would be no less valid. Darrow banked on Marina's lack of knowledge of the Latin dialect and her trust in him and in Archbishop Constantine to prevent her from catching on that she actually was taking a husband - and he a young and subservient wife.

"Marina, please meet Archbishop Constantine," Darrow announced as Marina curtseyed before the holy man. "I've known him for years and have had the pleasure of watching him conduct several baptisms, a few weddings and, sadly, too many funerals."

The Archbishop made some small talk in Russian with Marina as Darrow looked on. He still was in awe of her pure beauty, her finely sculpted features radiating in the presence of the archbishop.

"If you please, your excellency, would you grace us with a prayer," Darrow said. "Marina has had a long voyage here and I'm sure she has missed her church back in the Old Country.

Archbishop Constantine intoned several passages, reading from a missal he produced from beneath his robe. The simple prayer Darrow asked for had turned lengthy, and required several responses from Darrow and Marina, who stumbled somewhat over the words, but mostly managed to follow along with the blessing. Darrow didn't care what he was supposed to chant. He planned to merely follow the archbishop's lead.

Just then the archbishop turned to Darrow and uttered a string of Latin, to which Darrow repeated the single last word "facio." Similarly, Marina listened as the archbishop turned to her, reapeating the same phrases. Then, at his urging, Marina also vowed, "facio."

And that was it, the two "I do's" at the end, uttered in Latin, had linked the naive Marina to the more worldly J.B. Darrow. She just didn't know it yet.

 

[JB Doyle]

"Long but very effective prayers my dear Marina," said Darrow, with just a hint of superiority to his voice. "You'll see later."

Darrow could see Marina was a bit puzzled by his comment, not exactly knowing what he meant, but also not asking for an explanation. The beautiful country girl had an overwhelming day. America was a busy place and New York was swarming with activity. Her senses were on overload and her long journey from Mother Russia was finally taking its toll.

"We'll go back to my estate now," Darrow said authoritatively. "You'll need to rest and recover from your trip. And then you'll need to prepare for your coming out as a sort of Russian debutante. I personally will see to it that you have everything you need, as is my duty. In return, I'm sure you will provide me with much enjoyment and pleasure in the future.

As they rode in the carriage towards the estate, Marina had some troubling thoughts. The fact that Darrow was directing her activities was somewhat disconcerting. She had assumed Uncle Ivan would assist her in the New World, not a debonair New York financier. And although she was relieved to have someone to take control of her visit and plan her activities, she sensed Darrow's possessiveness. Were all Americans this decisive? Was it just New York gentlemen who were so controlling?

And what did Darrow mean by "enjoyment and pleasure in the future?" It seemed like an innocent statement, but somehow his words sounded sinister, as if there was something she didn't know. All Marina knew at the moment was that she was exhausted.

Soon, they approached the estate grounds and arrived at Darrow's majestic country house. It was solid brick and resembled a miniature castle, designed in the English Tudor style. Darrow escorted Marina inside and made arrangements for her baggage.

The dark-haired, alabaster-skinned beauty was overwhelmed with the house. The richly appointed interior was clearly decorated to complement Darrow's status as a country genleman, all dark wood, leather furnishings and deep green accents. Candles were lit everywhere to provide soft lighting, but the shadows lent a mysterious air to the rooms.

Marina was led to a room on the second floor, just off of the long wooden staircase that rose from the foyer. Darrow opened a solid oak door and bid Marina to enter.

With some trepidation, Marina walked into a room that was equally as rich in appointments, and still as masculine in its style as what she had seen so far. A large, four-poster bed dominated the room, and there were various chests and tables and sideboards around the walls. Many held flickering candles that the servants must have lighted beforehand. There also was a large leather chair in the room, located near another large door, which led to a area that contained bathing facilities.

"This is where you'll stay, Marina," Darrow said. "You'll have the bedroom to yourself and a private bath area. If there's anything you require, just let my staff know. I've taken the liberty of moving all the clothing you'll need into the large, double armoire and the chests in the bedroom. The clothes were presented to my sister last year by one of New York's finest designers as a wedding gift. The collection includes everything a stylish woman needs, from hats to shoes and everything in between. But, it turned out the designer had the wrong size and my sister could wear none of it. The clothing should fit you quite well since you are smaller than her. Sadly, her marriage plans were scrapped and she's on a long sabbatical to India."

Marina was speechless. She opened the armoire and quickly scanned the clothing inside. It all looked rich and expensive, a far better wordrobe than she ever hoped to have. She found more items in the chests of drawers, including a small chest that contained only lingerie. All appeared to be made from the finest silk and lace.

"Mr Darrow, I don't know what to say," Marina said. "I really can't accept this."

"Nonsense, of course you can accept it," Darrow said. "In fact, I insist you accept it. I can think of no better use for these fashions than to adorn a beautiful woman such as yourself. I expect to see you elegantly attired."

"Tomorrow will be the start of a new life, my dear Marina," Darrow continued. "It's a life that will include many adventures, and many new experiences. You simply cannot be attired in the country garments you are used to wearing, no matter how fashionable you make them look."

"You have everything you need right here," he said. "There are soaps and shampoos and lotions in the bath area, as well as a variety of rouges and powders and other cosmetics, although your face hardly needs any artificial make-up to make it shine."

"So, refresh yourself, get a good night's sleep and I'll see you in the morning," Darrow said. "The butler will leave some tea and biscuits on the sideboard should you desire a refreshment later."

After Darrow left her alone in her new surroundings, Marina sat spellbound on the large bed. Her mind swirled with the activities of the day. She was being treated like a queen in America, not exactly what she expected. But how could she complain about her treatment?

Mr. Darrow had seen to her every need and supplied her with a rich, new wardrobe. She should be ecstatic about her situation, but her mind was awash in uncertainty. Something was amiss. Mr. Darrow appeared to be straightforward and happily attendant to her every need, but the leering grin he sometimes displayed, the commanding tone he sometimes used, and the domineering manner he sometimes showed,had worried the naive Russian girl.

It could be a wonderful life here in America, Marina thought, but . . .

 

[JB Doyle]

Bradford Darrow watched his beautiful, unsuspecting bride as she slept a restless sleep on her first night in America. He obviously didn't know why Marina was so unsettled, but knew she would be even more distressed had she known that he had tricked her into marriage.

Darrow watched lustily as the bedcovers slipped away from Marina's soft white legs, exposing her creamy thighs. He expected to have his way with his new bride, but only after she submitted fully to him. He didn't expect it to take long.

Unbeknownst to the general public, there was a healthy black market for European women, especially so for Russian brides. Wealthy businessmen routinely purchased such women to be their wives and their slaves. Once wed, the women became chattel, the property of their American husband. The woman was made to stay at her husband's mansion and see to his every need. Their identity papers were confiscated. With no rights, the "paid for" wives were taken, wed and enslaved.

The practice was much more common than people realized, especially because the majority of the men doing it were not very high-profile, and if they were, they would claim to have met the woman on a business trip, that they fell in love at first sight, and were married as soon as they could.

Marina Ivanovna landed in the middle of this hidden world without realizing it. Bradford Darrow was very high profile, but with the help of Marina Ivanovna's Uncle Ivan, Darrow had lured her to New York. He was struck by her incredible beauty, and turned on by her complete naivete. He hoped she would be smart and accept the situation. After all, he had yet to consummate their nuptuals.

Still restless, Marina finally awakened. She stretched her arms and tried to shake away her sleepiness. Kicking off the bed clothes. Marina stood and began to pull her nightgown over her head. She had it pulled above her waist before she noticed Darrow leaning against the doorframe. She shrieked at the sight of him and dropped the nightdress to cover herself.

"Good morning Marina," Darrow said. "You seemed to have had a restless night and I stopped by to see how you were doing. When I saw you lying there, sprawled on the bed, I couldn't help myself, I just had to admire your beauty. I guess you caught me watching."

Marina was speechless, and very wary of her suitor from yesterday. He had been a perfect gentleman and had seen to her every need. But she still was a bit nervous in his company. After all, he was a well-to-do businessman schooled in all the social graces, and she was, well, she still was a country girl who was uncertain of her place in America.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you," Darrow said, who by his tone didn't seem very sorry at all. "I've seen plenty of naked women before so it isn't a shock. You'll get used to it here. Nudity is a natural state. I'm sure you'll like it."

Marina's eyes went wide as she listened to Darrow talk to her in a very familiar way.

"Now my dear, it's time you were dressed," Darrow said. "Make sure you wear something that complements your many charms. And join me for breakfast."

Darrow disappeared from Marina's bedroom as she prepared for the day. As he was finishing perusing the New York Daily Herald, Marina descended from the staircase and joined him. She had selected a heavy cotton skirt and a silk, long-sleeved blouse that featured a very high neck. A silk scarf was jauntily tied around her neck. Marina was completely covered from head to toe.

"Good morning again sweet Marina, but I must say I'm disappointed in your choice of wardrobe," Darrow said firmly. "I specifically asked you to wear something that complemented your body. And yet you come to me fully covered."

Darrow glared at Marina who stood speechless at Darrow's obvious tone of displeasure. Before she could reply, he rose from the breakfast table and grabbed her elbow.

"Now come with me," he said sharply, as he marched her back to her bedroom. "When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it."

He led her into the bedroom and closed the heavy oak door.

"Now get out of those matronly clothes right now," Darrow said.

Marina stood frozen at Darrow's requests. How could she undress in front of a man she barely knew? She held her arms in front of her, crossing them in over her chest, willing Darrow to go away. But it became clear he had no intention of leaving.

"Now don't be modest, Marina, and don't make me wait all day," Darrow said.

Marina could only shake her head back and forth as she slowly backed away from the man whose personality had turned from gentleness to aggressiveness. She was shocked that he expected her to disrobe in front of him. Nothing like this had ever happened to her in Mother Russia.

As she backed farther away, Marina eventually reached the bed. It not only stopped her from moving, it gave Darrow an opportunity to reach her.

"OK, Marina, I've tried to ask nicely, but it hasn't worked," he said. "You must know that a woman like you is expected to comply with a man's wishes, especially so in our circumstance."

Darrow reached for Marina's arms, roughly pulling her wrists together behind her, lashing them together with Marina's neck scarf. He attached her wrists to the bedpost at the foot of the bed and stepped back to take a close look at his confused wife.

Marina had called out several times in an effort to stop the strong and forceful Darrow. "No, no, no . . . What are you doing? Why are you treating me this way?" She wriggled and writhed in an effort to get away from him, but he had overcome her and now she was tightly secured to the bedpost, her arms lashed behind her, causing her breasts to jut out. She was vulnerable to him and she continued to whimper.

"You may as well save your breath Marina," Darrow said. "Your screams will go unanswered, and unheard. I'm not here to hurt you, but to teach you the ways of America."

Darrow strode to Marina, reaching for her blouse, which he pulled apart roughly, sending buttons flying in all directions. He pulled it down behind her back until it was stopped by her bound wrists. She was wearing a corselette which circled her waist, stopping just below her breasts, which were covered in a light, linen material.

Marina was aghast! She was in a state of panic as Darrow began to undress her. Great wells of tears flowed and her head lolled back and forth in disbelief at her treatment.

Darrow then unbuttoned Marina's skirt, and ripped it from waist to hemline, pulling it away from her body. Marina's dainty knickers, held together by a pink ribbon, were on display now. She also wore a pair of dark stockings, which were held up just above her knees by garters. On her feet she wore a pair of clunky shoes with thick heels.

Darrow admired his handiwork and enjoyed seeing Marina in her frilly underthings. His desire for her was rising. She was sweet and innocent and, with her cheeks stained by tears, completely vulnerable. As a final touch, and as a way to humiliate her even further, Darrow reached for the linen covering her breasts and pulled it down, exposing her pale flesh and pink nipples.

Marina was sobbing now, tears flowing freely as she beseeched Darrow to leave her alone.

"This is so wrong," Marina cried out. "Why are doing this? I am not the kind of girl you think I am. Please find Uncle Ivan. He'll tell you. Uncle Ivan will take me away from here and you can find someone else to satisfy your desires."

"But I have you, dear Marina. I have you to satisfy my desires," Darrow said. "I'm sure you will do it willingly once you learn to enjoy your role here."

"Never!" Marina spat out at Darrow. "I'll never submit to your wishes. Please let me go!"

"I'm afraid you have a lot to learn, Marina," Darrow said calmly. "I'll tell you what, you want to see Ivan? Alright, you can see him. I'll just go get him right now."

He left the bedroom in a flash, leaving the half naked and bound Marina tied to the bedpost. Uncle Ivan would get quite an eyeful when he saw his all-grown-up niece.

"Noooooooo," Marina called out. "Not like this."

 

[JB Doyle]

"Very well, Marina dear," Bradford Darrow said as he returned to the bedroom. "But I thought you said wanted your Uncle Ivan to explain what kind of girl you are. Not that I need to hear it from him. I know your nature. And I'm pleased. Keep that in mind. In exchange for all I have given you, I only expect to be pleased."

Ivan knew very well Darrow's intention toward his niece, Marina. It was Ivan after all who had all but sold her out to his wealthy benefactor - Bradford Darrow. Ivan was well aware of the secret matrimonial arrangements and while he felt it a pity she would be beholden to Darrow as a wife and a slave, Ivan had traded Marina's future for his own well-being.

Darrow stood and looked at Marina, bound to the four-poster bed in her undergarments. Her beauty was unsurpassed, the dark hair framing her porcelain complexion. Her white skin unblemished by the sun. With her breasts on display, he warmed to the sight of her pink nipples, pertly sticking out and hardened into little buds. Her stomach fluttered in nervous dread. Tears streamed down her face, falling onto her chest.

"Settle down, Marina," Darrow said to his captive bride and soon-to-be slave. "I'm not here to hurt you, but you must have better manners here in the New World. I am the master of this household and I expect cooperation from all who live here."

Darrow reached towards Marina and gently wiped away the tears, caressing her cheeks and trying to soothe her fears. He looked down at her exposed breasts, which were thrust out lewdly due to Marina's hands tied behind her back, and noticed the tear drops. He then bent forward and kissed away the tears, dragging his tongue along each breast until he reached her nipple. Marina's chest heaved as he kissed each nipple and gently sucked, pulling it softly into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

Marina was aghast that Darrow would be so forward as to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state. The helpless woman was ashamed at Darrow's attentions and her cheeks and chest turned bright red. "How could he?" she wondered. "Who does he think he is that he can take advantage of me like this."

"Very lovely, my Marina," he said as he raised up and looked her in the eye. "I could sample your delights all day."

Darrow noticed the embarrassment of his blushing bride, but ignored it as he reached around Marina and untied her wrists, pressing his body into her.

"There now," he said. "That should make you feel better. I'm going downstairs now, and I want you to prepare yourself again. We'll be taking a little day trip. We have some shopping to do and I want to introduce you to some of my friends."

"This time dear Marina, I hope you'll pay attention and wear something more to my liking," Darrow said. "I'll leave it to you to choose your wardrobe. Just be sure it includes a tight corset that presses in and pushes up those fleshy breasts of yours. I want to see them threatening to spill out of your dress and watch them jiggle during our trip. I assure you it's all part of the New York fashion scene, so you needn't worry about what anyone will think. All you need to know is that it will please me."

 

[JB Doyle]

"You're right Marina," Darrow said. "Such intimacies are usually found between a husband and wife."

Bradford Darrow hadn't intended to tell Marina quite yet that she, indeed, was his wife, surreptitiously married in a Latin ceremony at the Russian Orthodox Church. Darrow had paid the bishop well and Marina was tricked into participating in a ceremony in which she didn't understand the language. The couple now was legally married, which gave Darrow possession of a bride and a slave.

"But in this case my dear Marina, it's perfectly natural," he continued. "You and I have professed our love for one another. You have promised to love, honor and obey. I intend to see to it that you live up to your vows and do everything in your power to please me and submit to my every wish. That's the least the master of the house can expect from his chattel."

Marina was totally confused. She still had no idea what Darrow was talking about, but his direct statements and sense of ownership were not only startling, but frightening as well. She sensed she had made a big mistake.

"You see, Marina, that little ceremony we participated in at church yesterday was a marriage," Darrow said. "It's all legally binding. You and I are husband and wife. And you're quite a sexy bride I must say. We'll see how willing you are to serve."

"Now I want you to get dressed as I instructed and meet me downstairs," he said. "I expect you to tell me why you've chosen the garments you'll be wearing."

 

[JB Doyle]

Bradford Darrow gazed at his young wife and enjoyed what he saw. After initially rejecting his request to dress in a more provocative manner, Marina had finally decided to acquiesce. She capitulated to his demands after she learned she was his new wife, bound to him by an ironclad contract, and that her options for freedom were nonexistent.

"Very lovely, Marina," Darrow said as the young Russian woman descended the staircase. "You look very desirable."

Marina's white, creamy breasts were largely exposed, framed as twin prizes by the squared bodice of a light blue dress with a flowing skirt. Her mounds jiggled when she walked, drawing Darrow's immediate attention. She was very self-conscious of her breasts being on display.

Marina blushed slightly as her new husband watched her enter the parlor. She was very quiet, reserved, and appeared innocent and vulnerable. Her voice was unsteady as she spoke.

"Sir, I understand that there is absolutely no way that a contract like that can be broken in the United States. I also realize that I would be in a marriage similar to this one in Russia, therefore, I am not distressed," Marina said. "I will try my best to behave in the manner best suited for this situation."

"However, I am asking if you could please grant me a few things in return," she continued. "Please give me time to get used to the situation of being a wife, this is very unknown to me, so please make changes for me gradually. Also, please be gentle with me. I may appear to be hardy, but I am frail and not a large woman, and you are a big man. I only ask that you give me time to get used to this, Sir. With those concessions, I know that I will be able to be a good wife to you."

She looked at Darrow with a slight smile, the nervousness internal but appearing to be collected on the outside, and awaited his response. Her chest heaved as she awaited a response.

"I appreciate that you're willing to 'try your best,' as you put it," Darrow said pleasantly. "I assure you that your best behavior is not only expected, but I demand it."

"As for the pace of your indoctrination into your new role as my wife, and my slave, that will be entirely up to you," Darrow said. "Only you will control your destiny. Only you will determine how well, or how poorly, you will be treated."

"You will find, Marina, that your obedience and your submission will be the key to a satisfactory life here at the Darrow estate," he said. "Certainly many surprising things have happened to you arrived from Mother Russia, but the pace is unlikely to slow down significantly. Please try to keep up."

"I will say, Marina dear, that you DID learn quickly how to dress as the proper kept wife," Darrow said. "Just one 'lesson' was all it took. And now look at you, a beautiful girl, exotically dressed for a day out with her new husband. I assure you that you will be the center of attention with my colleagues. And I will be proud to show you off. Just remember, though, who your master is. And know, my dear wife, that I expect you to obey. Your compliance to my wishes will be your test today."

"Will I take things gradually?" Darrow asked. "We'll see. Just keep in mind that good behavior has its own rewards."

With that, Darrow and his new bride left the estate, settling into a carriage for a trip into the city.

 

[JB Doyle]

Marina certainly was trying to please her new husband and master.

Bradford Darrow had taken Marina Ivanovna as his wife in a secret ceremony. His young bride did not even realize she was being married as the Russian Orthodox bishop tied them together in matrimonial bonds.

It was a shock to the young bride, a naive girl who was out of place in an urbane and sophisticated world. She had thought of nothing more than having a working girl existence when she travelled to New York, arriving at the harbor to have Darrow greet her. He quickly made her his own, thanks to the underhanded manipulations of Marina's Uncle Ivan, who had indirectly sold her to the wealthy businessman Darrow. Marina now was a kept woman, and a slave to her American husband.

When Darrow lavished gifts on Marina, she was uneasy, not exactly sure why he was treating her so well. The gift of an entire wardrobe of expensive clothes heightened her anxiety. It wasn't until Darrow aggressively chastised her for not obeying his commands to dress more provacativelt that Marina learned of the reasons for his behavior. Like it or not, Marina faced an uncertain future, a future controlled completely by her forceful husband.

After eventually acquiescing to his commands that she wear a dress that immodestly displayed her fleshy breasts, Marina decided to continue to cooperate with her husband in order to please him, thereby safely avoiding his wrath.

Darrow had planned a trip into the city and wanted to show off his new bride. As Marina entered the horse drawn carriage, Darrow was taken by his new wife's ample breasts that were nearly spilling from the tight bodice of her dress. They jiggled tantalizingly, wiggling with her every move. The pale flesh of her breasts contrasted sharply with her black hair, which framed her beautiful face.

"I can't take my eyes off of you, Marina," Darrow said. "Not only are you beautiful, but your charms are enough to arouse any man. I like to see you display yourself for me and expect you to think of that every time we are together."

Darrow was surprised when Marina snuggled on his lap. She lifted her dress to expose perfect legs encased in silk stockings, her dainty knickers tied at the waist and ruffled at the legs. Marina's soft curves pressed against his body inflaming his desire. He realized their marriage had been so quick and their time together so chaotic, that they had yet to consummate their marriage. He would rectify that soon.

As if reading his mind, Marina tilted her head back as though submitting to him, and kissed him fully, albeit awkwardly. Her soft lips pressed against his as he pulled her to him with one arm. Unexpectantly, Marina took his other hand and placed it on her breasts, pushing it down into her bodice.

"What a little wench you are Marina," Darrow said as he fondled the soft flesh beneath her dress. "You assume such an innocent demeanor, but I think under the surface you could be an erotic little minx."

Marina didn't quite understand all of Darrow's words, but she could see the desire in his eyes. And she was filled with trepidation. It was bold of her to expose herself so blatantly. And for once, she was the aggressor. She didn't quite realize what effect it would have on a man.

Sitting on Darrow's lap with her dress up over her knees placed Marina in the perfect position for her husband to explore her with his free hand. As they kissed again, Darrow lightly fondled her leg, his hand creeping up her thigh. He felt her intake of breath as she gasped slightly. As he continued to caress her, Marina felt a twitch between her legs and she began to heat up. She was responding to Darrow's ministrations and felt feverish as her desire began to build. Her chest heaved, sending her breasts into unbounded quivering, as her breathing deepened.

Darrow could feel her responsiveness as well. He broke the kiss and gazed intently at Marina as she shivered in anticipation, her womanly charms on display. When he reached her pubis, Darrow felt the extreme heat between her legs. He gently fingered her sex until he detected moistness seeping through her knickers. Marina's eyes were half closed now as she revelled in the new feelings that overwhelmed her senses.

Darrow was content just to watch, taking delight in toying with the inexperienced country girl, watching her beome increasingly needy, relishing the urgency her body emanated. Marina indeed was feverish, hot with desire and her pale skin was bright red as she blushed from her face to her chest.

"Just look at you, my naughty wife, a slave to your deeper desires," Darrow teased. "All it takes is a man to properly prepare you, caress your female charms, and you're panting like a wanton woman in heat. Controlling you will not only be a pleasure, but judging from your sexual neediness, it will be a simple task."

Marina's eyes widened in surprise at Darrow's words, but her body continued to writhe at his touch. She knew he was right. She would do just about anything to continue to experience the feelings that had overcome her. Marina's legs splayed open as Darrow continued to kiss her passionately. His fingers never left her as he continued to caress her, squeezing and playing with her mound. She was becoming more and more excited and her mouth gaped open as her desire increased.

Darrow sat back in the carriage and grinned, his hand never leaving Marina's squirming body.

"You'll make a fine wife, Marina, and an obediant sexual slave," Darrow said. "Particularly since I discovered the way to control you."