Valeriya prided herself that she could turn any boy or girl into an obedient slave given time. So was gratified that during the course, Irina had discovered a previously unknown submissive side to her personality. She would now make an extremely attractive slave or 'companion'.
Irina had felt surge of confidence as she changed from her skimpy uniform into her normal Chanel. As she put on her earrings and pearl chocker, she realised how much they meant to her. She looked great and knew it. All the tutors and her fellow students had congregated on the veranda as Valeriya presented her with a certificate that she was now qualified as a 'Domestic slave'. The atmosphere was happy and relaxed.
As Irina circulated, she displayed her old easy charm; having a nice word and appropriate joke for everyone. It was such a relief to be back in control.
As she looked on, Valeriya realised how much she had grown to like Irina. So it was heartening that Irina responded to her heartfelt hug. Valeriya desperately hoped this might mean her affection was reciprocated. It deeply saddened her that they were very unlikely ever to meet again. But losing your favourite students was the curse of every devoted teacher.
After the final goodbyes, Irina was relieved to get into the back of the Mercedes. Kirill, the chauffeur, was normally chatty; in fact, he tended to be so ingratiating it irritated. But this time he was thankfully silent. Either Sergei had told him to be quiet or he was at last learning some emotional sensitivity. This suited Irina, she had a lot to think about. She hoped what she had been through would not filter down to the servants' quarters. It would not be seemly for them to know 'the lady of the house' had been trained as a sex-slave and had been forced to prostitute herself in the most humiliating fashion. She would let it be known she had been attending a seminar on nineteenth century Russian literature, that should satisfy their curiosity.
As she sat back she wondered what effect the course would have on her relationship with Sergei. Was he angry or horny? She gazed at her 'Certificate of submissiveness'. It had been a hard fortnight, but she could not suppress a feeling of pride that she had survived the course. She hoped that Sergei would appreciate her efforts and wondered if she could expect a present; a diamond, another Rolex or perhaps a trip to Paris.
Irina was tired by the time they arrived home. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton bag and made for the front door. Dmitry, their butler was on duty, but instead of the effusive welcome he normally gave Irina, he merely said, "Miss Natasha has asked to speak to you. Would you please follow me?" Irina was not in the mood to talk to the tart; doubtless she was going to beg for her job. Irina had already decided that she would have to go and that was the end of it.
Dmitry knocked on the door of Irina's private quarters. What the hell was Natasha doing in her room? As she was about to bollock the girl she noticed the changes, the room had been redecorated in her absence ... no, it was just all Irina's personal possessions had been removed.
Natasha was wearing her gym kit showing off her near perfect body. She stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips, clearly confident of her position, "Ah, Irina, good to see you. You will find that there have been a few changes here since you left. The first is that Sergei and I have become an item. He said we were just made for each other. We have just got back from a romantic week in Paris; long walks, wonderful restaurants and even better sex. You should see some of the dresses Sergei bought for me. As you know he can be so sweet. I don't think I have ever been so in love. Anyway Sergei thought you are a little old to take over my place on the G650, so we agreed you could become my maid."
Irina was speechless, the little bitch going behind her back. She wondered how long the whore had been fucking Sergei before she had got this commitment out of him. The ingratitude, she had always been nice to the girl. OK she could never remember her name but whenever she had noticed the slut she had said 'thank you' and made the sort of banal conversation you were expected to make to servants. Now she was to be her maid, she couldn't believe it. Irina took a deep breath, there was no point making a scene, as there was nothing Sergei hated more than 'bitch arguments'.
"Now please remove your watch and all your jewellery. I will keep it for the time being." Irina obeyed as if in a trance, "Dmitry will take you to your room. Your uniform is in the cupboard. Change and be back in ten minutes, so we can go through your schedule."
Irina went to pick up her bag, but Natasha was too quick, "No Irina. I will take care of this."
Irina just managed to say, "Yes of course," before Dmitry gently took her arm and led her out of the room. Vladimir and Kirill followed them up the stairs, looking almost theatrically thuggish. Irina was stunned by what she had heard. Instinctively she turned to Dmitry hoping for some advice or perhaps the admission that this was all a joke. But he spoke first, "Irina, I do hope you will not give me any trouble. From now on, you will call me 'Sir'. You are to be under my supervision when Miss Natasha is away. She has told me to treat you like any other junior maid, so you must not expect any favours. You have much to learn about life 'below stairs', but with some discipline I am sure we can make you into at least an adequate maidservant."
Irina could not reply and merely followed Dmitry as he led her to a room on the top floor. She was shocked; it was little more than a cell with a barred window at one end and a door that could only be locked from the outside at the other. It was about twenty feet long and eight wide and had little in the way of comforts with bare wood flooring and whitewashed walls. There was a small shower cubicle to the right of the door, beside this was a toilet, a wash basin and then a cheap chest of draws and a cupboard with a single bed at the end of the room. Irina swallowed hard, she prided herself on never losing her cool, but this was awful.
She needed to think and think quickly. As soon as Dmitry left, Irina stripped off and got in the shower. Natasha could only have moved into her old room at Sergei's invitation. It was also obvious from Dmitry's demeanour that he knew she had been superseded. They were clearly both confident that Irina would never regain her authority. She knew that there was absolutely no chance of escape as Sergei had phobia about security and the house was better guarded than most countries' gold reserves. So the only way of sorting this out was to speak directly to Sergei, ideally talk him round to taking her back, if not at least getting him to allow her to leave.
Irina skipped out of the shower and quickly dried herself with a tiny towel that felt like sandpaper. Sergei's car wasn't in the drive so she reached for her phone ... but it wasn't in her handbag. She had called Valeriya a few minutes before she got home, so Dmitry must have removed it when she was talking to Natasha. She knew she would just have to accept the situation in the short term and pray Sergei returned soon.
Realising the door had a peephole she did not feel comfortable walking around naked and went to the chest of draws. It was filled with black underwear, but this was not the elegant silk Irina was used to, it was all very brief and was made of polyester satin. Most of the other drawers were empty, except that of the bedside cabinet which was full of sex toys. Masses of them. Irina noticed a dozens of condoms, creams, restraints and two vibrators, one of which was huge. Did Natasha really think that this was how she would spend her off-duty hours?
Irina sat on the bed and took her head in her hands. She knew her relationship with Sergei had been going through a rocky patch but she thought the course had been a warning, not an opportunity to get rid of her. Now she had to serve her replacement in his bed. She would have to submit and put the Cartwright and Palmer training into practice much sooner than she anticipated.
Opening the cupboard she found five identical black satin maids' outfits. She struggled into one of the dresses. It had puff-ball sleeves, a tight elasticated waist, a plunging neckline and was very short indeed, coming down a mere inch or so below her crotch. This required her to adjust her suspenders in the hope of keeping her stocking tops covered. However much she pulled at the dress it was still terribly brief. She knew she must get used to crouching down to pick up anything, as the smallest bend of the back exposed her bottom. She tied the small white satin apron around her waist and took a deep breath. Time to face the music.
Irina ran down to Natasha's room desperately hoping that the other servants would not see her in her skimpy uniform. It would simply be too humiliating.
When Irina entered the room, she found Natasha was going through the contents of her bag. She had piled all of Irina's Cartwright and Palmer stuff to one side and her designer clothes on the other. Natasha looked up, enjoying Irina's evident embarrassment, but attempting to appear irritated said, "You're late. I said ten minutes."
"Sorry, Natasha."
"Irina, remember your station. You will call me 'Mistress' from now on." She continued in a firmer voice, "Stand up straight when I am talking to you!"
"Sorry, Mistress." Irina immediately brought her legs together, put her hands behind her back and tried to look respectful. She did not know what to expect from her employer but did not want to provoke her.
"Now, let's start with some ground rules; one, you will be on duty whenever I need you; two, you will only speak when spoken to; three, you will be clean and well presented at all times; four, you will be respectful and curtsey to all visitors; five, you will be obedient and instantly obey any orders given by Sergei or myself, even those of a sexual nature; six, you are not permitted to use the telephone or received visitors and lastly, as my maid you will keep my rooms spotless, run errands, do my laundry and help me dress in the evenings. If you fail in your duties, you will be subject to corporal punishment. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." This was even worse than Irina had anticipated.
Natasha returned to Irina's luggage and picked up some brief satin shorts, "Irina did you really have to wear these at Slave school?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I told Sergei that school would do you good. He was always going on about your moods and how you never gave him any peace. He has seemed so much happier now I am here to look after him. You can take your slave clothes. I will get the rest washed and return them if you ever need them. It's really lucky we are the same size, I hope you don't mind but Sergei said I could take any of your clothes I wanted."
Irina's eye was caught by a moving image on the TV and was stunned when she recognised herself gagged being fucked by Arkady. The camera had zoomed in on her face, capturing her intense pain, she couldn't believe it. Before she could say anything Natasha said, "Sergei loved the DVD. He didn't know you were so kinky. Arkady said you were the first prostitute who had ever allowed him to do absolutely anything he wanted to her, no matter how painful or degrading. He thought there was a definite niche for you at the cheap end of the market. Now, let me have a good look at you."
Natasha circled around inspecting her new servant. She then lifted the back of Irina's dress, and felt the taut satin of her panties against her firm buttocks. She slid her hands between Irina's legs, feeling her heat. She owned this girl and they both knew it. Natasha whispered, "I do hope we will be friends."
Irina did not resist the caresses and answered, "Yes, Mistress I will try to be good. But don't you think my uniform is a bit short?"
Natasha knew she was right, the dress was very, very short and the bitch was going to wear it, but she answered breezily, "Nonsense, you look fine. You will soon get used to it."
Natasha picked up a stainless steel collar and indicated that Irina should kneel. As she secured it around her neck she said, "Irina, you must wear this at all times. You understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"In case you are wondering, it says, 'The personal property of Natasha Petrovna'. Sergei and I got it in Paris. We thought you would look rather sweet in it."
Irina hated herself but the uncertainty was just gnawing at her, she just had to know, "Mistress, can I ask when Sergei decided to get rid of me?"
Natasha turned with a feigned sympathetic smile, "Irina, you really must remember to call him 'Master' now. But if you really want to know it was after your trip to Mustique. You just pushed him too far. 'Slave school' was my idea. I thought properly trained, you would be useful around the house. Sergei liked the idea of having someone who could provide guests and business associates with 'intimate services'. Things will be different, but I am sure you will get to enjoy your new job."
So Irina became Natasha's personal servant and was constantly at her beck and call. Natasha took great pleasure in training her new toy in the duties of a maid. She explained how she should stand waiting attentively for instructions, how to serve drinks and how to curtsey to guests. For times when Natasha did not need her personally she drew up a schedule of work. This involved serving meals, various household chores and a great deal of cleaning.
It quickly became evident that Irina's maids outfit was not suitable for housework, so Natasha had Irina wear her Cartwright and Palmer shorts and T shirt. Later she got some new T shirts with 'Natasha's maid' embroidered on them. Natasha had no end of fun surfing the web for ever tighter shorts for her maid. Several times a week Irina was summoned, told to strip and model Natasha's latest find. Natasha also looked for more uniforms for her maid in different designs and materials, she particularly liked a pale pink version she found.
If Irina thought that the cleaning would be nominal, she was sadly mistaken. Natasha had her working away hour after hour. Each morning Natasha would inspect the work done by 'her little scrubber' on previous day and if she thought it wasn't up to scratch she would lead her to the servants' quarters. Irina would then bend over the kitchen table and pull down her shorts, or lift her dress and pull down her panties if she was in her maid's uniform. Then in front of all the other servants Dmitry would cane her, normally with six strokes, but sometimes more if Natasha believed Irina had not been polite or had been particularly idle. Sometimes Natasha would suggest that Irina do a forfeit instead of receiving the caning; these varied from inserting golf balls into her pussy (she was warned that next time it would be a baseball), to doing the housework naked for a day to blowing one of the visiting tradesmen. The servants immensely enjoyed the ritual humiliation of their former mistress. Occasionally Sergei would even look in to watch the sport.
Irina's torment was worse when Natasha was away, as she came under Dmitry's supervision and he took great delight in humiliating her. The other servants were not sympathetic. All the petty resentments surfaced from when she was 'the lady of the house'. They seemed to enjoy watching her being humiliated. Dmitry had seen the DVD when she offered herself to Arkady and told Irina to her face he thought she was a tart. The other servants had seen bits of it or least heard about her antics. They must have assumed that Sergei had got rid of her for her infidelity.
Irina barely saw Sergei, it seemed someone was not giving him 'respect' and this was taking some time to deal with. She had decided to plead with him to be allowed to work for his Escort agency. She knew she must have seriously offended him, but surely he would not expect her to serve Natasha indefinitely. She planned to play on his greed telling him how much she could earn for him by spreading her legs. The plan was then to keep her nose clean for a few months and then skip the country. There were several ex-boyfriends who would help her out.
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"Irina we are having a party tonight. Present yourself in your best maid's uniform at my room at 6.30."
"Yes, Mistress."
Natasha was already dressed in one of Irina's favourite Versace outfits when she arrived, "Lift your dress."
Irina did so revealing her normal brief panties. "No, they won't do. We are meant to be entertaining. Wear these."
The thong was the briefest Irina had ever seen, it was only really two bits of thin elastic covered in black lace. It was tiny. She slipped down her knickers and put it on. Natasha made her stand with her dress around her waist as she examined her. After loosening the front of the dress a little, she made Irina sit in front of her mirror and redid her makeup. This involved painting her lips in the brightest scarlet imaginable, greatly increasing the quantity of eyeliner and mascara. Irina had to admit Natasha was talented and in a way she knew she looked very attractive, the difficulty was she looked like a whore, as Natasha no doubt intended.
The cook had chilled the champagne and the vodka and gave Irina a huge tray to hold. She stood as straight as possible as the smallest bend of her legs made her dress ride up to reveal her underwear.
Irina hoped that the guests would not look at a lowly maid as they circulated and gossiped. To start with her luck held, people she had once called her friends barely looked at her. She kept her eyes lowered, and prayed. One after another they took their glasses of champagne without even glancing at her. But it couldn't last, the wife of one of Sergei's lawyers thanked her and Irina saw the shock of recognition in her eyes. The lady did not say anything and merely wandered off to talk to her friends, but gossip like this was like gold dust. Irina gradually saw other wives look over at her. Some staring to be sure, yes it really was her and she was wearing the shortest of dresses. Then their husbands. Now they all recognised her. Irina a maid! In a micro skirt and that makeup! How she had fallen, Irina would have treated many of these people with good natured contempt a few weeks ago. Now they were staring at her speculating on why Sergei was humiliating her or if she had always been a cheap whore and they had somehow misinterpreted her status in the past.
Finally the last glass of champagne was taken and Irina rushed for the kitchen. So quickly she almost knocked into Natasha.
"Things going well Irina?" she asked in what sounded like an unnaturally loud voice.
"Yes, Mistress."
Natasha dropped her clutch bag, "Irina, be a darling and bend over and pick it up for me, this Versace dress is so tight."
Irina felt her dress fall forward as she bent down revealing her tiny thong and perfect bottom. This was the excuse people had been waiting for, there was a huge wave of laughter. What had been a secret a minute ago was now on everyone's lips. Irina was quite literally a laughing stock. She rushed out, ignoring Natasha. Getting to the kitchen she slammed the door, but as she looked up she saw one of the bloody security guards with another tray of champagne. Fight or submission? Much as she wanted to fight she knew it was not an option. Irina gave herself a minute to get her breath back and took the tray.
This time she no longer lowered her eyes; she smiled (somehow) and met her old friends' looks, nodding at those she recognised. She was trying to say, I am quite happy looking like a cheap whore in front of you all, in fact I can not think of a better way of spending the evening.
She saw Natasha was the centre of attention animatedly telling some story, that she was sure was about her. Irina circulated smiling away, as she squeezed through a small gap she felt a hand go under her dress and tug on her thong. In a second it was mid thigh. What could she do? The tray was still full and required both hands to hold it, but the thong meant she couldn't walk. She froze. The hand took advantage of this to tuck the back of her dress into her apron. Who was the bastard? Now her bottom was totally exposed.
As people moved away they saw her predicament, cue for more laughter. She tried to move but the thong was too tight, she only seemed to be able to edge forward a few inches at a time. She was desperate. Irina somehow squeezed her knees together and shook her legs and after an agonising amount of time she felt the thong fall to her ankles. Irina then stepped out of it and fled back to the kitchen. The guests (her friends up to a few weeks before) were still laughing at her bare bottom and were now examining her tiny thong. Who would wear something like that under a micro skirt? This time the security guard was not waiting for her, so Irina dumped the tray and ran to her room. Hang the consequences.
But consequences there were. Natasha was angry. Although the sport had been good, she now had some thirsty friends. Vladimir, one of the security guards, tried to help, but being the size and having the dexterity of a gorilla was fine for security but passing around drinks was quite beyond the man. In the end he merely opened as many bottles as he could and left them on side tables, so that the guests could serve themselves.
After an hour or so, almost everyone had left. Sergei took some business associates off to his study, leaving Natasha free to get her revenge. She ordered Dmitry to bring Irina down to the hall.
Irina knew she was going to get punished and was scared as she stood before Natasha.
"Irina, you embarrassed me in front of my friends. That is unacceptable! I am going to have to teach you some discipline. Take off you dress ... and your bra and panties ... now, bend over the table. Dmitry, hold her down."
Irina felt the cold wood on her chest and smelt the odour of spilt champagne. Almost automatically she spread her legs and arched her back as she had been taught at Slave school and waited for her punishment.
It didn't take long in coming. Natasha's first swipe reflected her continuing anger. Irina squealed, the pain was incredible, it shot through her body like an electric shock; after the first impact the pain seemed to come back redoubled. She struggled but Dmitry held her tight. Irina gulped for air and tried to compose herself.
The cry was audible in Sergei's study and he and his friends came out to investigate. Now Natasha had an audience. She gave Irina eleven more strokes. Irina could not suppress her sobs as the beating progressed. She had never experienced even a fraction of this sort of pain. The cane left vivid red lines across Irina's pale bottom, all the way from her thighs upward.
When Natasha had finished some of Sergei's business associates gave her a round of applause; commending her on her management technique. They asked to see the maid and Irina got up and gave a brief curtsey in response.
After Sergei had returned to his study, Dmitry took Irina by the arm and led her to the top of the house. He showed her into one of the storage rooms, on the floor was a rectangular metal cage with dimensions of about three or four feet.
"The Master uses this for people who do not give him respect."
As Irina got in, Dmitry gave her a bottle of water. Initially it wasn't so bad, Irina was still recovering from her caning. But as time went on it got more and more uncomfortable. The cage was too short for her to lie down and too low for her to sit, so she had to crouch. To begin with she knelt down, but the bars began to dig into her calves, she then tried to move onto her side, this was no better. The room was pitch black, so she had no idea how long she had been in the cage, anyway Dmitry hadn't said how long Natasha wanted her kept there. Irina quickly became tired due to the necessity of moving from one unnatural position to another. She tried to sleep, but as soon as she dozed off the pain would wake her. She gradually became hungry, after some hours this hunger became painful. Irina clutched the water bottle and rationed herself to the smallest sips, she had no idea how long it would have to last her. Her confinement seemed to go on for ever, in fact Natasha kept her there for just over thirty six hours.
When Dmitry opened the door the light hurt Irina's eyes. He unlocked the cage and told Irina to stand. It took a few moments for her to properly react but eventually some feeling returned to her legs and lower back. She was racked with pain, she hurt in places she had previously not known existed. Dmitry explained that Natasha was still angry and she must show how sorry she was or Natasha may keep her in the cage over the weekend. Irina was now so sore and hungry, she would do anything to avoid further confinement.
Irina knew she must look awful, still just wearing her torn stockings and suspenders. She was dirty with her hair all over the place and huge black rings under her eyes. Such a contrast to Natasha who came in looking perfectly groomed in one of Irina's designer outfits.
Natasha looked at her maid, tapping her tits with her riding crop, she was still annoyed, "Oh Irina, I had hoped we would become friends, but I feel you let me down. Slave school was meant to teach you obedience. Have you learnt your lesson?"
"Yes Mistress, I will never, ever embarrass you again." Irina then knelt down and kissed Natasha's shoes. She stayed on her knees looking up pleading for mercy, "Please Mistress, I will do anything, anything at all, you want from now on."
Natasha was surprised at the older woman's total submission and momentarily softened, "Oh, Irina, what am I going to do with you? Well this time I'll forgive you. But disobey me again and you will be in the cage for a full week. Understood? Go and have a shower and be in my room in twenty minutes. We will be in the studio, so be sure to do your makeup and give yourself a shave."
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Irina did not want to be late so it was a short but vigorous shower, followed by a few minutes of stretching exercises to try and get some feeling back into her body. Then her hair and makeup as she tried to hide the bruises and black rings under her eyes. Finally she spread her legs and very carefully shaved herself. She hoped she looked presentable when she got to Natasha's room.
"Irina, you look slim. I should try your crash diet. I have had another delivery of lingerie that you will enjoy modelling. But first, drop your knickers and pull up your dress; I had better look at your bottom."
Irina knew what her arse must look like, it still hurt like hell. Natasha barely suppressed a laugh but quickly got down to business and dabbed the welts with make up and within a few minutes they were almost invisible. Irina wished the pain could be erased so easily.
Irina served Natasha a salad for lunch in her studio. One of Natasha's rules was that her models could not eat for three hours before a shoot, she maintained it made them look fat. Irina was now starving but had to make do with a can of Diet Coke as she watched Natasha eat. "Irina, the experience I am getting in photographing you is really helping my technique. Sergei says I am so good he will organise a show at one of the fashionable Moscow galleries. Wouldn't that be fun? We would both be famous. Your pussy will be known all over Moscow. Ready to spread your legs?"
"Yes, Mistress."
When Natasha had finished eating she passed over a large dildo, "Look at this, I have got a bespoke vibrator with the President's name on. I think shots of you with it will be edgy and cause the sort of controversy that will help my career. It could even get the exhibition closed down, think of the publicity. It's bigger than normal but this was necessary if the name is going to be legible. Come on no time to lose, strip, lube yourself up, and let's get going."
The dildo was huge, but Irina had some experience with Natasha's taste in sex toys, and with a generous covering of lubricant she managed to ease it into her pussy. She sat on the bench and spent most of the next hour with the dildo in her pussy and arse, then she sucked it for the portrait shots. Natasha took photographs from every conceivable angle. She had turned up the heating to maximum to get Irina sweating. She felt this made the photos look more authentic. She explained how the photos would be called, 'The President fucks the country.' If it was a success they could repeat the shoot with foreign leaders. She was also thinking of hiring a few models and painting their naked bodies with issues such as 'unemployment' and having an orgy-like scene and calling the set 'Parliament fucks the country'. The possibilities were endless.
After Natasha had taken dozens of photographs of Irina sucking the dildo, then forcing it into her arse and finally her pussy, she called a halt and brought out her video camera, "Right, we will do a short film."
She then directed Irina to walk naked towards the camera, lean towards it and suck the dildo, licking the head than gradually taking it down her throat. Irina than sat back, spread her legs wide and started to fuck herself. She began slowly, very self conscious of being in front of the camera. At Natasha's urging she speeded up and gradually lost herself in the pleasure. She shut her eyes and abandoned herself, forgetting Natasha and imagining real sex. Her contented murmurs became louder until she was almost screaming with pleasure. When she came it was exquisite. Really, really good. As she got her breath back she opened her eyes and saw three people. Dmitry and a woman she did not recognise must have entered the room without her noticing. They must have been watching her for some time as Dmitry started clapping and the woman smiled broadly.
Irina was mortified she had an audience for such an intimate act. Natasha was one thing, strangers were different. She tried to cover herself and ran to the bathroom. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered if Natasha would use her escape as an excuse to punish her. Trying to control herself she stepped into the shower. Clean, Irina redid her hair and makeup and putting on a bathrobe she went back to face the music.
She saw Natasha and the woman chatting at a table. The woman was probably in her late twenties, early thirties, pretty with her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a Burberry-type rain coat and black patent leather boots.
"Ah, Irina can I introduce Larisa."
Irina curtseyed and said, "Hello, Mistress."
Larisa smiled. Natasha indicated that Irina should sit down and poured her half a glass of white wine.
"Larisa will be taking part in the next shoot. The plot is thin, but this is porn. Irina you are a maid and Larisa catches you taking money from her wallet. The main part of the shoot will be done here where Larisa will punish you. We will then move next door to finish things off. Irina, have you made yourself look respectable?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Take off your robe and let me see."
Irina stood up and let her robe fall to the ground, "Larisa, don't you think she is a pretty little thing? Versatile and very enthusiastic. Just what you want in a personal maid. But I should have asked, are you happy to do the scene an amateur?"
Larisa stroked Irina's thigh, saying it would be a pleasure to work with her, "Irina, you have a lovely body. Do you have any particular limits or things that you are uncomfortable with?"
Natasha answered before Irina could open her mouth, "She is fine with all the things I have got planned. The only thing I insist on is that she should not be permanently marked."
Now turning to Irina, Natasha continued, "I have left some new lingerie for you on the side." They watched Irina put on the very brief, shiny PVC underwear and then her normal maid's outfit. When she was done, they made their way to the conservatory. Natasha gave Irina a wallet full of very real money. Larisa then took her coat off, to reveal a black shiny catsuit. The outfit was skin tight and decorated with numerous buckles and zips. It showed off her body to perfection. Now Irina knew what sort of shoot it would be. More pain, more humiliation. The initial scene did not take long; Irina looked theatrically surprised as she was caught with the wallet. Larisa in turn looked 'angry' and, after brandishing her riding crop, she took her by the scruff of the neck and dragged to the studio, which had been set up to look like a dungeon.
Natasha then ordered Irina perform a slow, erotic strip whilst Larisa put her feet up and enjoyed the show. Irina felt terribly vulnerable when she was told to put on a black collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, wondering what was in store for her. Larisa then stood, grabbed Irina by the hair and forced her down on her knees and made her kiss and lick her boots.
Natasha now took charge, "Irina down on all fours, legs spread. Larisa will now take you anally. Larisa, is that OK? There are a few strap-ons over there by the fireplace."
Natasha watched as Irina bent over and massaged lubricant into her arse. No appeals or complaints, the threat of more time in the cage had clearly had its effect. She then quietly knelt in the centre of the room and awaited her fate. She looked so cute. Larisa was surprisingly gentle; she stroked Irina's butt gradually massaging it open, and she entered Irina very slowly the first time. She carefully eased the dildo in, then she clutched Irina by the thighs and fucked her with increasing vigour until Natasha said she had sufficient photos.
Next Larisa had Irina over her knee and spanked her. This was excruciatingly painful as Irina's arse was still raw from the beating Natasha had given her after the party. After Irina's first anguished cry, Larisa continued her spanking with the minimum of force. Between hits Larisa massaged Irina's bottom and let her hand stray between her legs, softly stroking Irina's pussy. When Larisa had to beat Irina with a riding crop, she took great trouble to cause Irina as little pain as she could. She was amazed at Irina's obedience to Natasha's instructions without the smallest complaint, no matter how humiliating. Perhaps she was the 'ultimate slut' as Natasha had described her.
Finally Natasha attached Irina's cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Taking more photographs of her naked and defenceless maid. Larisa began by slapping Irina's exposed pussy. Irina struggled one way then the other as she tried to avoid the blows, squealing with pain. Natasha then buckled on a large black ball gag. Larisa took the riding crop and started to beat Irina's tits. Natasha continually ordered her to beat harder as she wanted some bright red lines to show on the photographs. It was a tired and very uncomfortable Irina who was finally released.
After a brief drinks break, during which Irina took off her ankle and wrist cuffs, retaining only her slave-collar, they went next door. Natasha had transformed the bedroom into a makeshift studio with lights, reflectors and tripods scattered all over the place. Whilst Larisa went to the bathroom, Natasha indicated Irina should sit on the bright red satin covered bed. She then ordered her maid to spread her legs and play with herself. After her huge orgasm, Irina found it pretty well impossible to get excited but tried so as to avoid Natasha's wrath. Looking up she saw Larisa naked in front of her, she instinctively closed her legs and tensed up. Irina had never so much as touched another woman and had no desire to start now. Larisa looked amazingly relaxed at being naked and sat down next to Irina.
"Natasha, could I have a few minutes alone with Irina."
"No problem, I need another memory card. I will be back in five minutes."
As Natasha left, Larisa turned to Irina, "Is this your first time?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Larisa stroked Irina's hair, "Call me Larisa, please. I will be gentle, I promise. If it helps, just close your eyes and pretend I am a man. Let me take the lead and try to respond. It won't be too bad, you may even enjoy it." Larisa was surprised that Irina was so up tight as she had not complained about being beaten or spanked. Perhaps she reflected that they did not require intimacy.
Natasha returned, "You lovebirds ready?"
Larisa answered for them both, "Yes, fine. How do you want us?"
"I was thinking of Irina on her back legs spread and you licking her puss." Irina slid along the bed and waited. Larisa crouched between her legs and started stroking her pussy, then began licking her clitoris. Irina was still ultra tense, but gradually relaxed as she felt Larisa's tongue enter her pussy. She knew it was wrong but her body defied her. No man had ever touched her with such gentleness. It was good in fact it was great and despite her exhaustion she began to react. When Natasha called a halt Irina was thoroughly enjoying herself.
As Larisa moved up her body, firstly licking her nipples than kissing her, Irina reacted with pleasure. Larisa's body was so soft. Irina held her tightly and rolled over, she forgot about Natasha and just wanted Larisa's beautiful body. She needed no encouragement to get between Larisa's legs. Larisa liked the attention, Irina's enthusiasm made up for her inexperience. Her inhibitions were now totally forgotten. Larisa moved to get Irina into the sixty-nine position. Even Natasha noticed that they were now enjoying themselves, she just let Larisa take control. The photographs would be great. In the end it was Natasha who got tired and she brought the session to an end. The last photographs were of the girls relaxing in each others arms, clearly exhausted ... but very happy.
Larisa turned and gave Irina another kiss, "See It wasn't so bad was it?"
"No Mistress, you were wonderful. Thank you."
She stroked Irina's hair and whispered, "I am Larisa remember. If you really enjoyed it, perhaps you would let me buy you dinner. There is so much I would like to teach you."
"You will have to ask my Mistress. I don't really get any time-off." Larisa gave Irina a kiss and jumped off the bed. By the time Larisa returned, now dressed casually in jeans and T shirt, Irina had put on her maid's uniform; though her tits hurt so much this time she dispenses with her bra as well as panties. At the door she automatically curtseyed, but Larisa pulled her up and kissed her aggressively, rubbing Irina's naked crotch, murmuring, "You will be mine, like it or not." With one final squeeze of Irina's pussy she was gone.
Natasha smiled, it seemed as if the punishment had worked. She reflected that dressing Irina as tart and these regular sessions in which she photographed her in humiliating and demeaning poses were having their desired effect; 'Miss High and Mighty' was gradually turning into a slut! Irina knew her destiny was now to simply spread her legs for other people's pleasure and amusement.
~
A few days later Natasha organised a pool party for her air stewardess friends. Like her, most of them were in their early twenties and all attractive. She revelled in their envy at Sergei's wealth. Natasha lorded it over her friends with barely concealed condescension. It also gave her the opportunity to wear Irina's $1,000 Agent Provocateur swimsuit.
Irina served drinks. When she had finished, Natasha called her over and announced, "This is my maid, Irina. She is such a sweetie. You must all meet her. Come on Irina, I am sure there is a swimsuit in the hut, slip it on and join us."
Irina was surprised at Natasha's sudden change in mood, perhaps she realised she had gone too far at the party. She went to the hut by the pool. On the door of one of the cubicles was a skimpy bikini with a message 'Wear this, you bitch.'
Irina should have known better. The swimsuit was even briefer than she had guessed. It had a thong back and the front was also pretty brief. No wonder Natasha now insistent Irina shaved. The top was a little better, but not much.
As Irina returned to the group, a hush settled over the company. Natasha waved her over, she turned to her friends, "Don't you think Irina has a good body for her age."
As Irina walked she could feel the bikini edge to one side almost exposing her pussy, she tried to pull it back into place and almost pulled it too far. Irina perched on one of the recliners and was quickly surrounded by the girls, they asked how she got into 'service', about her previous mistresses, one was fascinated by her uniform, but really they all wanted to know what it was like to be Natasha's servant. Much as Irina would have liked to be honest she knew this would result in another beating so she made up stories of Natasha's kindness that would have put Mother Teresa in the shade.
One of the girls saw the bright welts on Irina's arse, that the bikini did nothing to hide, and asked, "Irina, how did you hurt yourself?"
Suddenly there was a hush and Irina lowered her eyes and said, "I was disobedient and I needed punishing."
Natasha smiled and turned to the girls sitting around her, "A maid needs to learn discipline. But normally Irina is so sweet. I really admire her courage. Even at her age she is still modelling." Natasha reached down and picked up a pile of photographs, "Look at these, don't you think she looks sexy. She finds porn so liberating, she says she wants to keep doing it until she is sixty." Natasha started handing round the photographs, the first one was of Irina forcing an enormous dildo into her arse, there were a lot of her with Larisa, both being fucked and the lesbian scenes, and a few of her in lingerie and bikinis. The girls stared at Irina, many of them admitting they would never be brave enough pose naked.
Natasha pretended to examine one of the more explicit photographs, "Don't you think she has amazing tits for a forty-two year old. I hope I will look so good at her age."
Irina fiddled self consciously with the bikini, she thought she knew what was coming but Natasha reacted with mock outrage, "No, Irina restrain yourself, in that swimsuit, they can see your boobs without you taking your top off."
Returning to her friends, "She has asked my permission to get her nipples and pussy pierced. I said 'no' to the pussy, but should I let her get her nipples done? The little cutie has promised to have my initials engraved on the rings." There was some debate on this, before Natasha continued her assault, "These photos are fairly tame, but they are the only ones she gives me. Irina used to pose for some really unusual and extreme fetish web-sites that she refuses to let me see. Though I know her closet is full of latex clothes and sex toys. I feel so innocent when she tells me of some her adventures. Put to shame by my own personal maid!"
"I think her courage comes from the time when she was a prostitute. She told me stories about what some of her clients did to her. You need guts to walk the streets after that. She has retired now and that is all behind her. This said, you are always up for a foursome if you get any offers, aren't you, Irina?"
"Of course. A lady's maid always tries to please."
Natasha continued to twist the knife, "You should see her on a Friday night, you would think she is still looking for clients. She wears skirts much shorter than I can get away with. Don't you darling?"
"Yes, Mistress." Irina felt deeply humiliated knowing she could not contradict her Mistress. She felt the girls' pity, it was almost worse than their contempt. These stories would soon go around their social circle.
"She has asked me if I will allow her to start stripping. I know she would be great, but I am not sure if it is the sort of thing that a respectable lady's maid should be doing. What do you think?" The girls giggled at the thought.
Eventually Natasha tired of her game, she patted Irina on the shoulder, and whispered (loudly), "Irina, you have got the attention. In future if you are going to meet my friends, wear something a little more modest. This is not one of your husband hunting parties. Off you go, you can serve tea in half an hour."
Irina got back into her new, even shorter, maid's outfit. This time Natasha had forbidden her to wear panties. Natasha now ensured Irina had to continually bend over to pour the tea and hand out sandwiches. All Irina could do was keep her legs firmly together. Natasha continued to have her fun telling the girls, "You know I tried to buy Irina a decent uniform, but every time I turn my head she seems to have shortened the dress another inch. You just can't stop her. So when we don't have guests I now dress her in shorts. Irina go and change into your other uniform." Irina returned in some micro spandex shorts and her specially embroidered T shirt, to show the girls what she wore when she was doing her chores. For the rest of the day Natasha emphasised her total control over her older servant, offering to lend her to her friends if they had important parties or the like.
~
Every two weeks Sergei went out with his friends. The occasions were partly social but were also useful occasions to discuss business, as between them they controlled pretty much all of the region's organised crime.
This week it was Sergei's turn to host the post-drinks party. Irina waited with plates of pickled cucumbers, salo and herring and bottles of vodka. When the men arrived, they were in good cheer singing their favourite Cossack songs.
Sergei cornered Irina, "Irina I need your help. I want you to seduce Kliment Kanayan. You must remember him; we stayed at his villa in the Crimea last summer. I need to talk to him alone tomorrow morning, so I want you to spend the night with him."
"Yes Master, of course." Irina was overjoyed this was the first time Sergei had even acknowledged her existence for weeks and now she had the opportunity to ingratiate herself with him. To show her sincerity she hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties.
Seeing Irina close to, Sergei remembered why he used to love her. He was amazed she had shown no resentment at being asked her to prostitute herself. Perhaps he should do something for her in return.
When Natasha was sure everyone has drinks and food, she put on a DVD. Irina knew it would look better if Kliment thought he was seducing her rather than the reverse. She ensured that there were no seats left when she came to sit down, so asked if she could sit with him on the sofa. The guy was wonderfully predictable, first yawning and putting his arm over the back of the sofa, then gradually letting it rest on Irina's shoulder. When he found he was getting no resistance he let it drop to her waist and finally thigh. He then reached under her dress and started stroking her soft sensitive skin. She eased her legs apart and he felt her warmth. She snuggled up to him in turn and started to massage his crotch.
Kliment turned to her and said, "I need a breath of fresh air. Irina, can you show me the way out to the garden?"
"Of course, Master." She stood up and asked Natasha's permission to leave. When it was granted she followed Kliment out of the room.
As soon as they were out of the room, Kliment clasped her and held her close, "Irina, I have always wanted you, but I am worried that if I seduce you, you will get into trouble."
"No Master, Natasha says it is my job to sleep with Sergei's friends. She calls me her personal whore."
Although Irina could feel Kliment's excitement he looked serious for a second, "Why is Sergei doing this to you? You were such a nice couple."
"It is my fault, Master."
"But what will happen to you?"
"I don't think I will be here for long. Sergei will sell me if he gets a good offer. Natasha has already photographed me naked, so my details can be e-mailed around. I am just not sure if they are going to sell me to an escort agency or an individual. Would you like to buy me, Master? You will find I am very well trained and accommodating and I am sure Sergei would give a friend a very good price."
Kliment made no answer.
As they talked Irina took Kliment upstairs, "Where are we going?"
"I thought you wanted some fun. I cleaned the guest rooms this morning so any of you could stay the night if you wanted. Don't you want me?"
"Very much." Kliment could not take his eyes off Irina's bare bottom as he followed her up the stairs.
When they were alone Kliment launched himself on Irina. It took a minute for her to escape, "Kliment, I need to get out of this terrible dress. If you tear it, Natasha will kill me. Don't move, I will be back in a moment." In the bathroom Irina quickly stripped naked. When she returned Kliment had also undressed. He was a bear of a man, but not unattractive.
She was still not sure how much alcohol he had drunk, but knew oral sex was safest option. If he wanted anything else she would simply have to spread her legs and let him have his fun. She would do absolutely anything to satisfy him.
Irina manoeuvred Kliment onto the bed and crouched between his legs. Before Slave school, Irina had never given her boy friends blowjobs, she thought it unladylike. Now her future depended on her performance.
She started by licking his penis, then his balls. She took his balls all the way into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue. Despite the alcohol, Kliment quickly became hard. She varied her pressure bringing him close to climax and the letting him relax. Irina then took his penis in her mouth and started the blowjob proper. Again she varied the pressure and speed to prolong his evident ecstasy. On and on. At the same time, she stroked his balls and his inner thigh. Eventually Kliment could not control himself any longer and exploded. Irina knew her responsibility and sucked and swallowed trying to extract the last of his cum.
She crawled up and rested her head on Kliment's chest, smiling, "You were great, Master. Was I any good?"
"Wonderful, quite wonderful. Snuggle up, I want you. I can't bear to see that lot of Neanderthals again."
Kliment slept soundly. The next morning Irina decided to wake him by giving him another blowjob. She licked his penis and gently eased it into her mouth. Kliment woke to a feeling of bliss. When Irina saw he was almost awake she began to suck in earnest, taking him to another great climax. Kliment was elated and still on a huge sexual high when Irina escorted him down to breakfast. Irina felt very chilly without her panties, but served breakfast as normal. When she left to get more coffee she almost bumped into Sergei.
"Thank you, Irina. You did well. What did you have to do, to get Kliment to stay the night?"
"Two blowjobs, Master."
"You are a talented girl, he certainly looks happy. Make yourself available in case he wants to fuck you before he leaves."
"Yes, Master."
"By the way here are you panties you abandoned last night." As Irina stooped to put them on, Sergei continued, "All the best courtesans wear knickers at breakfast."
Irina pulled up her dress and took her time to adjust her underwear, stroking the tight material. She leaned towards Sergei and slyly whispered, "All the best courtesans are always looking for new clients."
Sergei grinned, "Something I will have to consider." Irina beamed with pleasure at Sergei's attention and complements.
Natasha enjoyed getting Irina ready, stripping her naked, then taking time with her cosmetics before running through exactly what she should do if Kliment wanted to see her again. After warning her how long she would spend in the cage if she didn't perform, she led Irina, naked except for her slave collar and high heels to one of the guest rooms. Natasha arranged a selection of condoms, dildos, creams and whips on a side table; Irina was now open for business. She looked back as she closed the door, Irina looked like the clichéd image of a whore, sitting there naked on the bed waiting for her client.
It wasn't until 3pm that Sergei and Kliment's meeting came to an end. Kliment was surprised to see Irina naked, but spent little time on small talk; forcing her to her knees to give him a blowjob. Just before he climaxed he picked her up and threw her on the bed, pinning her down as he fucked her before finally taking her anally. The violence of Kliment's passion meant that this was more like rape than lovemaking. He was taking out his frustration on someone he knew couldn't refuse. Natasha and Sergei watched it via the CCTV and they agreed that Irina was as good as any $1,000 hooker.
Irina was still exhausted, lying face down on the bed recovering, when Natasha returned to the room. She was literally covered in Kliment's sperm and her arse raw after her fucking. Natasha threw a pair of spandex shorts on the bed and said, "Get up you lazy slut. You have some scrubbing to do." Irina spent the rest of the day, dressed only in some very sticky shorts, cleaning Natasha's bathroom.
Sergei liked having Irina on hand and often offered her to guest and business associates. He had a bell installed in Irina's room so he could summon her at the end of his meetings. Normally Natasha sent Irina down in very brief lingerie, but sometimes she would send her naked or even dressed as a dominatrix depending on the client.
On one occasion Natasha dressed her as a secretary, in a white shirt, no bra, a very tight black skirt and high heels. Irina entered the room carrying a clipboard and reminded Sergei about his next appointment. They spoke briefly, Sergei saying that the meeting had gone well and that Irina should help celebrate in the only way she knew, "That means, you had better pull up that skirt, drop your knickers, if you are wearing any, and bend over the table."
The auditors watched mesmerised as Irina struggled to get the skirt up around her hips. When she finally succeeded she revealed she had 'forgotten' her panties. She then lay on the Board table and waited, stroking her clit. Sergei joked with the auditors and said she was 'a very broad-minded girl'. They took little persuading and Irina was fucked by four geeky tax auditors one after the other. The last one taking her anally. She was still desperate for Sergei's approval, so in the hope of impressing him with her enthusiasm, she allowed the auditors to do pretty much anything they felt like with her body. After each one had finished fucking her, she got to her knees and sucked them clean. As she lay naked on the table she realised she had acted like a whore, but she also knew she would do anything to earn Sergei's approval. His smile and quiet 'thank you' was worth any pain or humiliation.
Irina had become Sergei's (unpaid) whore, the girl who would always say, 'yes'. Natasha quickly redecorated a guest room with erotic prints and various sexual paraphernalia such as a whipping horse, so Irina could entertain her 'clients' in comfort. Sergei was soon summoning her on a fairly regular basis. Irina still found it acutely embarrassing walking into Sergei's office naked or near naked and offering herself to people she had mixed with socially only a few weeks before. But since the party everyone her status. They might despise her, but there were no lack of takers for her 'services'.
It was a lot of fun tormenting Irina, but Natasha knew she was going to have to get rid of the girl. In the meantime she saw a new way to obtain greater influence in Sergei's set. She now started offering Irina to Sergei's friends on the flimsiest of pretexts; 'all tastes and services catered for'. As most of the criminal elite lived in well protected villas, Natasha realised that she did not need to go to the expense of buying Irina a new wardrobe. She just dressed Irina in stockings, suspenders, bra and panties and sent her over clutching a few condoms. Kirill, the chauffeur, deeply resented this job and complained about the stains she left on the car's seats, but this didn't matter as Irina could always scrub them clean.
After Irina had performed whatever services were required, the 'boys' began playing a new trick, to start with 'accidently', later quite intentionally, they would cut or rip her bra and panties, so she would now have to scurry back to the car naked. Kirill cottoned on and started to lock the car doors and make her beg to be let in or even hide leaving Irina sitting naked by the side of the road. He would then take her on the longest and most congested routes home so dozens of people saw her nudity.
As Irina's use as a prostitute became more blatant, so she became the butt of ever more 'jokes' in the servants' hall. Eventually they simply ganged up and started demanding either their former mistress provide oral sex or hand jobs. She had little choice but to comply. They also punished her for offences like being late, disrespectful or improperly dressed. Natasha discovered this when she went into the kitchen to find Irina knickers around her ankles over the cook's knee being spanked as the other servants looked on. She found it hugely amusing and did nothing to stop the servants enjoying themselves. Irina's humiliation was now complete.
As so many people seemed to be enjoying Irina's body, Natasha decided she would also partake. The next time Sergei was away, she ordered Irina to come to her bedroom. Her maid was now totally and utterly submissive knowing the smallest slip could result in a return to the cage or another beating. Natasha lounged on the bed in a brief silk kimono. She ordered Irina to strip and give her a full massage. Irina was a skilful masseur and knowing what her Mistress wanted spent her time on her tits, vagina and pert bottom. Natasha quickly began to feel horny and spread her legs ever wider. She experimented getting Irina to lick her toes, then rim her arse.
The girl was hugely talented and Natasha squirmed in exquisite pleasure, as her tongue massaged the ultra sensitive area around her anus. The rimming was designed to humiliate, but Natasha found she enjoyed it, so it became a regular duty for her maid. She could and would get Irina to do anything she desired. Finally Natasha's lust became too much and she ordered Irina lick her pussy. Natasha's climaxes were sensational, as good as anything she had experienced. The pleasure was heightened by Irina's obvious unwillingness to perform.
This became a routine, whenever Sergei was away, Irina would strip and wait outside Natasha's door. Sometimes Natasha would order her in for increasingly frantic oral sex, sometimes not and Irina would spend a cold evening in full view of the other servants. When she was admitted the evenings would often start with a disciplinary session if Natasha was unhappy with Irina's work. The maid was forced to stand naked, head bowed and hands behind her back, in the centre of the room and listen to her faults. Natasha then got great pleasure from having Irina over her knee and giving her a good old fashioned spanking. Only then would Irina perform her sexual duties.
But these good times could not last. Sergei had said Irina was Natasha's 'toy' that she could do what she liked with. But since the night Irina had spent with Kliment, Sergei had started to notice her again and Natasha was worried that he might reignite their relationship; so her 'toy' had to go. She organised for Irina to be taken next time Sergei went abroad. She would go to whorehouse attached to the Azovstal steelworks. Natasha thought of Irina legs spread fucking dozens of drunk steel workers night after night. What a way to dispose of a potential rival. She could then get down to spending Sergei's money and making her position with him secure.
Sergei had hugely enjoyed Irina's humiliation, she had become a bore and for this she deserved to suffer. Natasha had a genius for humiliating her; she also had the technical skill to film most of these incidents. Sergei could watch the scene when Petro pulled down her thong at the party, endlessly. Natasha recorded a commentary that the British comedians Monty Rattlesnake would have been proud of. She spliced the scenes together into a thirty minute film called 'Irina, the troublesome maid' to show to Sergei and his friends. It had been a huge hit with the boys. Natasha was a true genius. A very sexy genius. But it gradually dawned on Sergei that beneath her sweet and sexy exterior, Natasha probably wasn't the nicest of people. This feeling grew every time he saw Irina suffering.
He now regretted dismissing Kliment's generous offer for Irina, and was relieved to get a second chance when he got a letter from Valeriya Kaledin offering a decent sum of money to 'buy' Irina's 'contract'. Girls were important, but trading was in Sergei's blood. He called Valeriya and made a counter offer. After a certain amount of haggling and the e-mailing of dozens of photographs, a deal was struck.
"Natasha, you and I need some down time. I was thinking of getting a few friends together and taking the yacht to the Caribbean for a few weeks. What do you think?"
"That would be great. Who are you thinking of inviting?"
"Mainly politicians I am afraid, but you invite some of your friends as well. Tell them that there are some potential sugar daddies around. With the bribes I pay, they can easily afford to keep a few girls in luxury. What do you think?"
"Lovely, how many can I bring?"
"Would six be OK?"
"Deal."
"One problem, Irina would be out of place. I have been thinking that it may be time to get rid of her. In fact, Miss Kaledin has indicated that she may have a buyer. Would you be able to take her to Moscow? You can use the Gulfstream. It will be the first time you are in charge rather than messing up my drinks order. Think it would be fun? You can even spend the weekend shopping if you want."
"Darling that would be wonderful. The Caribbean just shouts 'new swimsuit' to me."
Natasha had never felt more important as she ordered Irina to strip, forced her to insert a large butt plug, then handcuffed and gagged her. Irina did not resist as she was told to spread her legs yet again, thinking that she was being prepared for one of Sergei's more kinky contacts. But was aghast as she was then squeezed into a trunk, specially padded and drilled with air holes so the 'mechanise' was not damaged. Now her mind was in utter turmoil; she was clearly about to be transported, who had she had finally been sold to? Had Kliment taken the hint and bought her? Or was it a brothel? Could being a full time prostitute be worse than being Natasha's slave? She was now scared, very scared.
Natasha on the other hand was happy, the fact that Sergei trusted her to do this sort of job showed he knew she was more than just a pretty face. She had already started dropping hints that she would like to manage his call-girl interests. In time he might look at her as his business partner.
The ending was not quite as Natasha had hoped. After being welcomed at the airport by an efficient looking PA, things moved quickly. She accepted a lift in a Range Rover, dumping Irina in the boot. As they accelerated through the countryside Natasha thought that Sergei really ought to get a car like this. The next moment a hand appeared at her neck and another pushed a chloroform soaked rag in her face. The struggle was intense but brief.
At the 'school', Valeriya looked at her new acquisition on the CCTV. She was every bit as pretty as Sergei had said. Valeriya was puzzled why he had given her such a good price. Sergei knew the market for girls and still charged about 30% less than her worth. He had also guaranteed that she was disease free and that she would be whoring profitably within three months or he would return 50% of the purchase price. This was generous and Sergei Frunze was not known for his generosity. He must have wanted to get rid of her, Valeriya wondered why. She felt there must be a catch.
With 'kidnaps' Valeriya went for the 'shock and awe' strategy. She wanted to scare the girl so much in her first few days that she gave up any thought of resistance. If you judged it right, it was amazing how quickly a girl would adapt to life as a prostitute.
Natasha awoke from what seemed like a deep sleep. Initially she could not focus on anything. When things did become clearer, she realised she was in a totally unfamiliar room. But worse, much worse, she was naked and had firmly bound her spread-eagle on a PVC covered bed. She felt a numbness between her legs and saw someone had shaved her pubic hair. It took a second to be sure, but she was relieved she had not been molested. But the way she was bound made her fear that she might be about to be raped. This was not a sex game, she had obviously been kidnapped and her abductors had only one thing in mind. She was scared ... and angry, very angry. Sergei was clearly behind this. Why? She had opened her legs for him from the first day they had met, she always agreed with what he said and had tried so hard to be useful. Damn it, she even loved him.
The door opened and looking up she saw an elegant lady, probably mid-thirties, whip in hand, staring down at her, "Natasha you are awake. I won't beat about the bush. Sergei says you are an intelligent girl. You must realise you have been kidnapped and that there is only one reason why I should want to do this. You, my darling, are going to become a prostitute. You can feel sorry for yourself this evening, but now I want you to accept the fact. At the moment you are pretty useless to me, so you will go through a similar, but more intense, spell of training that you organised for Irina. We can go through the rules later, but needless to say any disobedience will result in a severe beating." Valeriya then viciously struck Natasha's inner thigh with her riding crop, "Understand?"
Natasha looked up and said in desperation, "Yes. I understand."
As if on cue, Irina popped her head around the door telling Valeriya she was needed in a meeting. Natasha recognised her own Chanel suit she had been wearing a few hours before, she wondered if the bitch was also wearing her knickers. As she struggled against her bonds, somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered a verse from the Bible, "All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword."
