This story was first published as part of a novel-length post
ELENA'S ORDEAL
Katya closed the door of the interrogation room behind her and walked right up to the bars separating her safe zone from where Dmitri sat in his iron manacles and strait-jacket. She unbelted her tunic dress and let it slide from her soft, tanned shoulders to kneel before him - nude but for her high-heeled boots and stockings - her hands clasped behind her and eyes meekly downcast.
“You are naked for me” said Dmitri, “but still you have me brought here in chains”.
“I am sorry” stammered Katya “It’s wrong, but it was – it is important for your escape that I come here as normal”. His voice became dark brown, warm and reassuring.
“I know, and I am happy to pass the time this way. What question did you have for me”? Katya lifted her adoring face to him.
“I saw the name, Elena” she said seriously. “She seemed important. Would you please tell me who she was”?
“Elena was the first, and she built the King in Yellow as you know it. At that time, we still had to live normal lives. Submissive women sought us out through introduction agencies but could only come to be with us from time to time. Afterwards, they had to be returned safe and well to their workaday existences”.
She arrived on her motorcycle at Dmitri’s dilapidated farmhouse in the hills where he and Alexandra were sitting outside in the warm afternoon sunshine. Without a word, she took off her helmet and tossed her chestnut curls free, then unzipped her jacket and pulled off her leather trousers. Beneath, she was nude – her belly and thighs soft and curvaceous, her breasts full and proud. Dmitri stood and pulled the heavy, tooled belt from his trousers to snap it between his huge fists with a startling crack. He regarded her for a while, his acute eye ranging over her naked form but lingering longest over her face, feasting on her soul.
“You must be Elena” he said, moving closer. She bowed her head by way of acknowledgement. “I intend to begin immediately” he continued, walking slowly around her ripe body and looking it up and down. He pushed fingers into her cunt and arse, then lifted her chin and explored her mouth the same way. She stood passive throughout, calm and still. “Who sent you?” he asked, at last.
“I have never been mastered” Elena said softly, her eyes downcast. “I came here to be yours”. Dmitri took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged gently.
“Don’t you fear pain?” he asked quietly and pulled harder until she gasped.
“Yes” she moaned. “I am terribly afraid”.
“Then bend over there” he said curtly and nodded towards a felled tree at the side of the road. Elena looked at it and then back at Dmitri for the briefest of instants before draping her nakedness over the rough wood, her booted feet spread wide and her hands braced on the parched grass in front of her. Alexandra knelt at Elena’s head and seized her wrists - in a surprisingly strong grip for one so slight.
“Scream as you will” she said and kissed her sweetly on the cheek, like a sister “no-one will hear”.
“Elena intrigued me” he explained. “She had written out of the blue, giving only a post office box as a return address, and offering herself body and soul. There was no clue as to where she had even heard of me but there was a raw honesty about the letter. So, I summoned her”.
Dmitri brought the full length of the belt down violently across Elena’s soft behind. Her eyes and mouth opened wide in a silent scream and the belt struck her again, and again. He laid into her left and right with a steady, unrelenting rhythm, the supple leather cracking onto her round cheeks like a fusillade. Finely muscled legs kicked out violently but futilely and she began a long, anguished howling. There was a look of elation on Alexandra’s beautiful face as Elena’s eyes rolled back in her head and her body slumped lifeless over the log. Dmitri smashed his belt one last time into the tremendous purple bruise covering her arse and upper thighs then stood back sweating and panting. With a groan Elena lifted her head and turned her tear-streaked face to meet his fierce stare with an imploring look of complete surrender. He smiled and spoke without taking his eyes from hers.
“Alexandra! Bring me a hammer and nails - and the Burmese cane”. Elena’s eyes followed him as he sauntered around to stand before her. “Don’t look away” he commanded, and they remained in silence, she grinding her teeth to keep from voicing her pain. Dmitri took a hammer and two long nails from Alexandra and knelt down.
Unbidden, Elena cupped her hands and leant forward to rest her heavy bosom on the smooth bark, then watched wide-eyed and open-mouthed as he pressed cold steel gently into place at the base of her right nipple. He wrapped his hand over hers to hold the breast in place. The point pushed down through her dark pink bud and the skin puckered white around it. Raising his arm Dmitri took careful aim with the hammer and her eyes followed his fist up against the sky with a look of profound resignation. She clenched her teeth and set her jaw as Dmitri drove the nail through her erect nipple and deep into the timber with one clean blow. Her lungs emptied in a long, rasping moan and he moved to her other breast. Again, their fingers entwined and the hammer slammed down again, pinning her helplessly in place.
“Take her hands” he said, rising to his feet, and Alexandra straddled Elena’s trim waist to trap her wrists behind her back. He flexed the thin, supple cane and commenced to slice it downwards in a measured series of cruel blows to Elena’s mutilated breasts - raising a lattice of vivid, red welts against the honey-hued flesh. When her breathy pants turned into howls, he paused to run his hand over the throbbing flesh of her bosom then clutched her by the throat to kiss her so fiercely that her lip bled.
“I will give you more of this punishment than you can endure” Dmitri promised, and he did not stop until long after she had dissolved into sobbing tremors of utter despair. He sat next to her on the tree-trunk and waited patiently for her to raise her head.
“Look!” he commanded, and she saw that he held a red candle, the end fashioned into a hooked anal plug. “This will burn for one hour” he told her, “and the wax will drip over your arse and between your legs until it is done.” With that he leant over her back and forced the plug brutally into her, lit the candle, and ambled back to the house. He left her for the hour, while hot wax fell at random intervals onto her already burning cheeks and ran down the lips of her cunt to burn her most tender places. Elena wept until she had no more tears and she collapsed exhausted, her thighs and buttocks quivering from time to time as a drop of wax landed.
When the candle had burned away completely Dmitri returned and squatted before her to cup her face in his huge hands.
“Fetch Jarl” he called out to Alexandra before pressing his lips briefly to Elena’s sweating forehead. “I demand abject servitude and total abasement.” he told her “You must give yourself as completely to Jarl as to me, or to anyone or anything I choose to set upon you“.
“Jarl?” she ventured.
“Jarl is my pure-breed Molossian - the local wolfhounds proved impossible to train. He will fuck you harder than any man or woman has ever fucked you before. Or you may refuse and leave me now, never to return”.
“I am yours” Elena panted and a shiver of wanton excitement seized her body, “defile me, I beg you”. She ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip, moaning in excitement at her own shamelessness. Dmitri granted her a curt nod of the head to express his satisfaction.
Alexandra brought Jarl from the house by his collar and he caught the scent of arousal immediately, pulling free to dart his snout wetly towards Elena’s gaping lips. She spread her knees further apart and pulled her burning cheeks open to welcome the dog’s slavering tongue. Her bold gaze never shifted from Dmitri’s deep black eyes and she panted faster and faster into his face. Jarl’s claws raked down her back and she groaned, raising her hips to reach a hand blindly between her legs and guide its cock into her cunt. Her fleshy hips bucked under the hound’s pounding assault but her breasts were still nailed fast and her head was held immobile in Dmitri’s strong hands. He stared into her brown eyes and looked into her soul, watching her dissolve into trembling, sobbing depravity – a slave to the brutal rod inside her and the solid knot hammering at her pubes. She howled in helpless paroxysms until Jarl suddenly jumped off and wandered away, leaving her gasping and jabbering under her breath.
Lying prostrate in the grass Elena sighed as Alexandra’s deft fingers worked antiseptic cream into her bruises and bleeding wounds. Gingerly and stiffly she pulled on her leathers and made her way to the motorcycle.
“You will return next Sunday” Alexandra called after her “for the same treatment”.
“And for many weeks that was exactly what Elena did. Then, for about eighteen months there was no sign of her at our farmhouse. This was the year of the evenements; Grigori was released when the last president emptied the prisons and he introduced me to Andrei, Pierre and Leon. We shared Alexandra and our various slaves and adventuresses freely. So, the whole group happened to be gathered together at the farmhouse tormenting a weeping blonde when Elena rode back into the yard. She pulled off her helmet and walked straight through the farmhouse door”.
The men had all spent into the blonde guest once and were resting. They stood smoking cigars above her shaking, bloodied body and looked around casually to see the motorcycle girl who had disturbed them.
“Why, it is Elena - the runaway returns! What shall I do with her now?” asked Dmitri of the group in general “It should be something harsh”.
“Why not ask her to choose her own punishment?” suggested Pierre. “She knows how much she can take without causing suspicion. Just order her to beg for as much as possible”. He dropped a hand to the blonde’s tear-stained face to have her suck on his fingers. The others grunted their approval. Dmitri smiled with his mouth.
“So, what would you have done to you, Elena?” he asked.
“Kill me” she said, looking him boldly in the eye. He snorted.
“You all want that, don’t you?” challenged Pierre, twisting the blonde’s cunt lips sharply between his thumb and forefinger. In a trembling voice, she repeated Elena’s plea.
“Please kill me slowly”.
“They all want that” Dmitri agreed, wearily. “Alexandra, take her away. Find how much we can really give her, when she has to be returned and how much time she has to recuperate. You may take as long as you like”. He lifted a long needle from its gas burner and turned back to the blonde, his face bathed in the yellow glow of the hot steel. “Would you hold this one down please, gentlemen?” he asked, more amiably.
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