The Acquisition. Closed for skeptomaniac.

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Stasya Voloshina had come a very long way in her short life and it had still taken her what felt like an incredibly long time. Ten years ago she had arrived on the streets of London penniless and fleeing the less inclusive excesses of Putin's Russia. A striking girl of six feet tall with her raven dark hair and alabaster complexion, Stasya had quickly been scooped up by Soho's seedy sex industry. After a couple of years as a cocaine addicted stripper and whore under the thumb of a club owner, Stasya had cleaned up her act and taken control of her own destiny. A few strategic fucks with a talented nerd later and she had an online presence advertising her as a discreet and high class dominatrix. Just her low pitched and heavily accented voice down the telephone was enough to do it for many men and she became necessarily rude and abrupt to deter those who just wanted to jack off down the line while she told them to go to hell. She went to the clients until she could afford her own premises and she gained a reputation for being able to bring men to their knees, sobbing, without leaving telltale marks on them. She was picky but ultra discreet and adept at getting under men's skin to tease out all their filthiest little fantasies.

She had even had a partner in crime for a while. A beautiful acolyte sourced at a fetish event... but Stasya never had been able to keep her hand out of the cookie jar and things had gone... badly.

Some of her biggest clients got a pathetic little thrill out of so called 'financial slavery.' Her Manolos tasted that much sweeter apparently if the client had bought them for her himself. Some men got an equal thrill from her putting the gear on eBay after she tired of it. Rejecting their offerings. For years now Stasya had been stashing her money in offshore accounts, carefully and anonymously buying the right stocks and shares. Saving for a rainy day.

It rained so much in England. What she wouldn't give for a decent, crisp six feet of snow. Blizzards that froze the lungs.

Stasya pulled up in the carpark at the rear of an exclusive looking 'hotel' and strode into the 'lobby.' A uniformed concierge confirmed her wire transfer and then two liveried bellhops rolled in an ornate luggage trolley holding a large dog cage that held a young, petite and breathtaking Latvian girl. Certified pure. The ultimate blank slate that could be moulded into whatever Stasya desired. An offer to see how the girl responded to non-penetrative stimuli to assess her underlying sexual nature had been vehemently rejected. Stasya would conduct her own investigations and if it turned out her purchase was not fit for purpose she would simply sell her on... or even perhaps... dispose of her... if such a thing could be accomplished without dropping Stasya in hot water. That notion alone was captivating enough but if the girl did respond favourably to... training... the pay off would be nothing short of sublime.

Right now however, Stasya was barely acknowledging its presence. She nodded curtly to the bellhops and a sedative was injected into the girl's little rump. Stasya sipped a celebratory ice cold vodka while it took effect. The cage was wheeled away and within the hour, Stasya was back at her penthouse apartment watching the heavily draped cage being unloaded from her personal lift. She was left with some basic first aid instructions while she waited for the girl to waken.

Stasya peered through the bars speculatively. This girl was such a little thing, so vulnerable looking. It seemed impossible that she could ever withstand the kind of delicious abuse Stasya was itching to inflict. Naked, bound wrists and ankles and gagged, she was quite the sight though. Stasya slipped her hard, lean body into nothing but a sheer scrap of a dress and let her hair loose, before settling into an armchair with a vodka martini... to wait.

 

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Natalya Koster's fate had been sealed after she applied for various posts as an au pair in Britain. After a promising interview in Riga she had been snatched up and trafficked. Once it became clear she was virgin, her route had changed. No longer destined for a low rent brothel, Natalya was advertised through an exclusive site and auctioned. She had assumed that her purchaser would be male, so when a tall and formidable looking woman had arrived for her, she had been deeply shocked. Maybe this woman was some kind of exclusive madam or proxy? Maybe she wasn't the real buyer. Who would arrive in person to a place like the one in which Natalya had found herself? She had been pleading incoherently in Latvian - for what at this stage even she could not say - mercy that would now never be forthcoming. The subtle but unmistakeable pain of a fine needle piercing her backside had made her jolt and whimper. Still mumbling please and protestations even as she passed out. She had already learned to think twice before offering any form of physical resistance but trussed as she was with elegant shibari bondage at her wrists and ankles, Natalya had not even tried.

She awoke to find herself still in the dog cage but the location had changed. Now she was in an upmarket apartment. Just her and the woman. Natalya opened her eyes and forced herself to focus on her latest captor as she sat and sipped her drink. Natalya lifted her head and quickly thought better of it. Lying prone half on her back as she took in her new surroundings. She was gagged with a strip of soft cloth, her mouth dry and her throat cracking. Natalya did not know when she last drank or ate... or urinated. She took in the sight of her own freshly waxed pussy impassively. Wondering for the millionth time who was going to use her sexually and how much ir would hurt when he... when she? Decided to get her rocks off.

The tall, pale woman's face was impassive. Was this her home or did she live here as some kind of sex slave too? She was certainly dressed like on in her sheer scrap of fabric that resembled leather and lace.

With a herculean force of will Natalya managed to get herself to her knees. It was as much as she could do in the cramped space, even had she the coordination to attempt standing. The cage rattled and clanged with her movements.

 

[SomewhatPsycho]

Stasya resisted the urge to bite her lip and rub her thighs together as the girl stirred. She was too perfect, so disoriented and scared. Stasya gave her a minute or two to gather herself before draining her glass, setting it down and approaching the cage lightly on bare feet. She held a small but wickedly sharp knife clearly in the girl's face and spoke in accented Latvian.

"*Jums būs kluss, maz zemnieku ... vai es spraugas jūsu kakls."

She yanked the girl out of her cage by the hair and threw her face down on the carpet. Stasya sawed through the rope at her ankles, then pulled her to her feet and marched her to the bathroom to sit her on the toilet. One manicured hand pressed down hard on the girl's slightly distended lower belly.

"Piss." She commanded, again in Latvian. "Now."

She laughed triumphantly as a stream of hot piss erupted from between the girl's legs, arcing into the toilet bowl. Stasya revelled in the girl's mortification.

She left her sat there while she fetched water. Untying the gag, Stasya proceeded to tip the girl's head back and pour it down her throat, watching her cough and struggle to swallow while cold water splashed down over her little tits. Stasya giggled.

She set down the water and wiped the girl with toilet paper. The paper fell into the bowl and Stasya began touching her. She traced the girl's slit and began rubbing her clit very gently, her other hand clamped down on her captive's shoulder to dissuade her from resisting. Her bound hands behind her back lifted her tits towards Stasya, who ached to bite them.

Soon enough.

"Let's see if we can get you wet, little peasant." She sneered, again in Latvian. "You'll want to be for what I'm going to do to your little fuckholes."

Her middle finger slipped into the girl far enough to find her hymen. Stasya smiled and began circling a small rough pad of flesh on the roof of the girl's vagina, applying pressure there.

"Tell me about what you have done sexually." She commanded. "I will know if you're lying." Her finger exited the girl's cunt and Stasya sliced her nail hard across the girl's swelling clit, inhaling sharply at the response it elicited. "You will regret lying to me."

* "You will be silent, little peasant... or I will slit your throat.

 

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Natalya had not been expecting the woman to be Russian. There was no love lost at all between Latvians and Russians, with the long history of occupation. Had she been requested specifically because of her nationality? This whole situation was utterly bizarre.

It got more bizarre very quickly when the other woman dragged Natalya out of her cage by her hair. She dropped to the floor obediently and was sick with relief when the knife was only used to cut her binding... well, some of them. The shock was still such that it was a wonder she didn't void her bladder onto the floor.

The dark haired woman then propelled her through to a bathroom, their thoughts disturbingly aligned as Natalya was unceremoniously dumped onto the toilet. Her reluctance to pee in front of the other woman was palpable but to no avail whatsoever. A large hand pushed deep into her lower belly and there was nothing else Natalya could do. She started pissing and then could not stop. Besides, who knew when she would next be allowed to use a bathroom?

Natalya was ungagged and suddenly, the Russian left her. She heard the tap running in the kitchen and so was unsurprised when she returned with water. Instead of holding it to her lips however, the Russian tipped Natalya's head back and poured it down her throat. Natalya gasped in shock at the cold of it and immediately inhaled the water. She was reduced to coughing the water back up and attempting to swallow it, while the other woman laughed at her. Ice cold water splashed down over her front, making her gasp and shiver.

The Russian put the glass down, tore off some toilet tissue and stuck her hand down between Natalya's legs.

Natalya flushed red and looked away as she was wiped. She felt and heard the tissue drop away from her genitals but it appeared her new owner was far from finished. A large female hand explored her intimately, finding her clit and circling it insistently. She had skill and wetness began to descend slowly from deep within Natalya as her pussy began to throb lazily.

"Let's see if we can get you wet, little peasant." The other woman continued in Latvian. "You'll want to be for what I'm going to do to your little fuckholes."

Natalya inhaled sharply, both at the unwanted sensation beginning to thrum through has and the brazen threat. What was this depraved woman going to do to her?

A thick manicured finger worked its way up between Natalya's lips and pushed into the growing moistness there. Like so many others before her now, she located the proof of Natalya's purity and responded by pressing into the front of her vaginal wall, curling her finger in a beckoning motion. Natalya wanted to look away again but simply didn't dare to.

"Tell me about what you have done sexually." She commanded. "I will know if you're lying."

She suddenly sliced her nail hard across Natalya's swelling clit, making her cry out in pain.

"You are insane." She replied simply.

"You will regret lying to me." The woman snarled, clearly not about to be sidetracked.

"My parents are very religious." Natalya said, trying to keep her voice level and quiet, her tone placatory. "They kept a very close watch on me, as well as my brothers. I have only kissed a boy."

 

[SomewhatPsycho]

It really was too perfect to be true. The little peasant was a virgin in the true sense of the word. Oh she could have dealt with it if the girl was one of those to 'hang on to her cherry' by doing everything but fuck but for Stasya to know she was going to be this girl's whole sexual frame of reference was giddily intoxicating.

Stasya was highly aroused now. Her insatiable inner bitch bubbling to the surface. She knew that if she wanted to do this girl's hymen the way she had planned it had to happen quickly now, or other urges would sidetrack her until the girl's blood was spilled accidentally, which would be a great pity. Stasya had self control but this girl represented the freedom to do whatever the fuck she liked. She wanted to put the girl onto her back and sit on her face till she came but there was no point. The little peasant bitch lacked the necessary skill.

Stasya lifted her new plaything off of the toilet and draped her over one shoulder with her little arse in the air. She carried her through the flat and up the steps to her mezzanine sleeping area. She then threw her down onto her back and shoved her legs apart, lying to one side but with a long pale limb curled around one of her victim's legs. Stasya turned the girl's face towards her.

"You are mine now. This is how it is." She told her, her voice dangerously soft. "You make me happy and I will make you happy." She lied. "Dissatisfy me little peasant and I will sell you for almost nothing into the filthiest brothel I can find." She promised.

Stasya lifted her dress over her head and cast it aside, letting her big tits swing free and baring her hard body. Stasya was a gym bunny and it showed in her tight four-pack and the athletic musculature contouring her incredible curves. Her arse was high and tight, her waist comparatively tiny and her tits an impressive 34E. Her flawless white skin, cruel mouth and high cheekbones put an observer in mind of classical Greek sculpture. Despite her wealth and the superficiality of the industry she worked in, Stasya's body was solely the product of mother nature and hard work. Nothing had been tucked, plumped or augmented in any way. Her pussy was nothing short of majestic; waxed, regularly moisturised and massaged like the rest of her and anatomically flawless, just like a textbook diagram of what a cunt should look like. Had she ever a mind to do it, Stasya would be able to crack walnuts with her pelvic floor.

Stasya pushed aside all thoughts of inflicting pain on the terrified girl before her with her hands still bound behind her back. She wanted it to bond with her at least a little before it discovered what manner of slavery it had been sold into. Stasya squeezed and stroked the girl's breast before descending lower to work on her clit again.

"I am going to fuck you, little peasant. So you might as well enjoy it."

Stasya moved in between the girl's legs and kissed her mouth possessively, pushing her tongue past reluctant lips. Her head moved lower and she sucked a nipple into her mouth, flickering her tongue over it while still working on that clit.

"I can make you enjoy it very much... if you want to." Stasya moved across to the other small tit as she applied her vast knowledge and experience to the task of winning this little bitch over.

Stasya took one of the girl's buttocks into each hand and lifted her wet virgin cunt to her mouth.

"And ask yourself, why shouldn't you enjoy it?"

Stasya proceeded to feast on the girl, whose piquant mix of curiosity and terror were quite exquisite. She was just no match for Stasya's oral talents. It wouldn't be long at all before she came.

 

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Natalya wanted to kick and fight when her new owner carried her up to her bed but she also knew that would be utterly futile. She did not want to incur this woman's considerable wrath and there was no way she was going to escape this place with her hands still bound. Natalya's arms were causing her real pain now - where they weren't numbed.

The other woman curled herself around Natalya, holding her and talking low like a lover. Her words however were far less than romantic.

"You are mine now. This is how it is. You make me happy and I will make you happy. Dissatisfy me little peasant and I will sell you for almost nothing into the filthiest brothel I can find."

The woman made her intentions plain but still continued to stimulate Natalya. It made her nauseous to feel her body responding to this unwelcome touch. The horror of this hideous threat given in such a matter-of-fact tone appalled Natalya. The woman was sociopathic. There was no other word for it.

Then she took off her tiny scrap of black dress and her body was simply awesome to behold. Natalya felt doll like beside this ripped Russian giantess with her magnificent breasts. Natalya herself was barely five feet tall and weighed less than 90lbs. Her breasts were small but they suited her frame. To this woman with her huge hands they must feel like bee stings.

The woman moved on top of her and kissed her hard, her big breasts mashing against Natalya's and putting some of her not inconsiderable weight through Natalya's bound arms. She found herself crying out into her lesbian rapist's mouth with the pain of it. The other woman's eyes darkened but she moved off of Natalya and sucked the whole of a small breast into her mouth, flickering her tongue over it. Natalya whimpered then in shock as much as anything, as her pussy got wetter and her nipple tightened to diamond hardness. She found herself suppressing the urge to arch and part her legs further, as her traitorous loins strove for control of her body.

Natalya found her arse lifted into the air and knew what was going to happen next. That this crazed woman wanted her to enjoy being sold and raped, wanted to somehow justify what she was doing by making it pleasurable, utterly disgusted her.

"And ask yourself, why shouldn't you enjoy it?"

Her pussy had no pesky reservations. The other woman sucked on her hard, lashing her tongue over her and grinding her lips into Natalya's clit. It became apparent that she wasn't going to back down until Natalya came.

Natalya had masturbated a few times and confessed over it but as she had matured she had been determined to leave herself alone until she was married. What a pointless exercise in abstinence that had turned out to be.

This was something else however. The waves of sensation crashing through her were only exacerbated by the pain in her arms and her terror of the woman determined to make her cum. Very quickly it all became too much. Natalya bucked hard... hard enough to punch her captor in the face with her pussy. Her body just erupted and hot juice sprayed all over the other woman's alabaster face and down over her tits. Natalya, having fought the orgasm every step of the way - was now too zoned out to be mortified... or scared. Her body went limp, aftershocks juddering gently through her.

 

[SomewhatPsycho]

Stasya had been expecting the girl to lose it but nothing could have prepared her for the explosion that rocked the tiny little cunt's body. She got smashed in the teeth by the girl's bucking pelvis and the fluid that gushed out of her let Stasya's face drenched. Stasya knew she was highly talented, so the depth of the girl's response should mean nothing... shouldn't it?

Stasya reared up and backhanded the girl hard across the face to drag her back into the room. One large manicured hand whipped out and snatched the girl's throat, lifting her bodily by it until her face was inches below Stasya's own. Stasya switched to Russian, which she kenw the girl could understand and that she would associate with 'the enemy.' In her own tongue Stasya could be far more eloquent.

"You repulsive little Latvian bitch." She snarled. "Look what your filthy hole has done to me."

Stasya throttled the life out of her until she her eyes were bulging and rolling, then flung her back down onto the bed and mounted her face. While the girl was still filling her lungs Stasya ground her pussy down onto her face. "Let's give you a taste of your own medicine." She dragged her clit up and down the girl's face, again and again, saturating it in her own moisture. "You pointless little cunt... to useless to service me... well I'll make you fucking reciprocate."

Sweat began to dew Stasya's body as her powerful thighs worked to grind herself faster into the stricken girl's face. She cupped and pinched her heaving tits, riding ever faster until she reached her own climax and all but broke the girl's nose slamming herself down onto her face as she emitted a guttural cry.

Stasya lifted herself off of the girl and reached for a drawer in her nightstand, from which she produced a large feeldoe in exactly the shade of her complexion. She inserted it into her tight pussy and squeezed it into place with her strong pelvic muscles. There was still a foot of dildo that could be slammed into her victim and the girth on it was eye watering. Stasya capitalised on the girl's total shock by dragging her by the hair until her head hung back over the edge of the bed.

"Looks like I'm just going to have to do everything myself."

It was the work of a moment for Stasya to jam her new appendage into the girl's slick face. Stasya punched into her throat and started thrusting. She gripped the girl's tits to old her in place and could not resist twisting the tight little nipples.

 

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Natalya was still in shock as Stasya slapped and insulted her. The guttural Russian suited the other woman's gravelly voice. She had to lie there while Stasya dragged her sex over her face, her moist pussy leaving Natalya slick and pungent. The bound Latvian struggled to breath beneath the onslaught, fervently praying to whatever might be out there that Stasya climaxed soon.

"You pointless little cunt... to useless to service me... well I'll make you fucking reciprocate." Stasya snarled.

Finally she reared up and reached her peak, Stasya's long limbed body arching into an orgasm fierce enough that this time Natalya was struck in the face. Stasya's own juices flowed onto Natalya, though not the gush of her own orgasm. Nataya lay there gasping as the other woman dismounted and started rifling through a drawer. All Natalya could do was gape as Stasya inserted the appendage into herself. The bitch had been dangerous and violent enough but now she had a large, bulbous silicone cock to play with. Natalya could not believe this woman was going to fuck her like a man... was going to smash into her virgin body with that unnatural prosthesis. She snapped her legs tightly closed. Stasya was not yet interested in her pussy however. The Russian dragged her across the bed until her head hung down over the edge of the mattress.

"Looks like I'm just going to have to do everything myself." Stasya complained.

Stasya tipped her head back and slammed her huge 'cock' into Natalya's throat.

The pain and shock were incredible. Stasya's rigid dildo popped into Natalya's throat, causing nausea to roil through her body. Thick saliva bubbled up around the head as Natalya choked loudly. With her hands bound she couldn't even push it away. Her numb arms were forgotten completely as Stasya dragged her ridged appendage back out as far as Natalya's mouth, before plunging in again. The fractions of breaths Natalya could take were choked on the thick saliva that erupted from her face in long strands that found their way up her nose and into her eyes. Stasya groped and twisted her nipples, adding a new layer of pain so comparatively minor that Natalya almost enjoyed it. Finally, Stasya pulled out long enough for Natalya to attempt a few deep breaths. Immediately she coughed up saliva and mucus onto Stasya's immaculate floor.

"No more! Please stop this!" She begged, her voice broken and hoarse.

 

[SomewhatPsycho]

Stasya jerked her 'dick' over the girl's head, tugging hard enough to drag the ridged underside up and down her clit. She moved the girl across the bed and mounted her, dragging her cockhead up and down the girl's wet slit. Stasya leaned in close and spoke low, still in Russian.

"You are mine. My useless little Latvian bitch. Everything you are belongs to me and I control everything you have," Stasya kissed the girl like succubus, sucking the air from her lungs before exhaling it with a smile, "from your next breath upwards." Her cockhead was focusing on the girl's clit now, enjoying making her squirm. "I have... unusual tastes, let us say. I will hurt you. I will humiliate you. I will demand obedience and I will punish you. You cannot change any of this, little peasant. If you try to accept it however and to learn, to embrace your new life. It is possible that you will also benefit." Stasya grabbed the girls mouth and turned the corners down comically. "Or you can remain miserable and stupid. I will have my fun either way."

She watched the girl war with herself. Stasya reached down for her clit and rubbed hard in small circled with the soft pad of her finger. She nipped at the girl's lips playfully, trying to cajole her into a consensual kiss. "I know your body far better than you do, little peasant." She chuckled. Stasya sped up on the girl's slick clit, watching her hips begin to judder. At precisely the most torturous moment, Stasya withdrew her hand.

"Beg me, cunt. Beg for another orgasm. I want to hear you." Stasya pressed her dildo very gently at the girl's entrance. She sucked a tight nipple into her mouth to keep the girl on the edge. "Beg me to fuck you with this great big dick, or I will spend hours keeping you right on the edge, never giving you release.