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.
"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.
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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."
"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.
