Extract - Entrapment

 

Lady Natasha Petrova - alias Natasha Ul'iana Borisovskaia, a Ligovsky whore - sat disconsolately on a low dais in the centre of the large open basement somewhere in the raffish back streets of Ligovka Prospekt, St Petersburg. She wore silk stockings and a short, loose silken slip which delineated every contour and fell aside to reveal her full right breast. Sluttish near-nudity had become her usual condition. It was all very different from Natasha's genteel and privileged upbringing as the daughter of a land- and serf-owning aristocrat. Yet her life had plunged to the depths of depravity in a few short months.

Natasha clutched her knees to her chest and glumly glanced around at the other whores who sat with the low-life patrons at the ramshackle tables and benches scattered around the basement. In the two weeks since falling into the clutches of the Merria Brothers, Natasha's days had taken on a regular pattern: each day a thug collected her from the squalid hovel where she lived amidst thieves, whores and cut-throats; then she was taken to the warehouse basement, undressed for business, and for the next 12 hours or more, until the early hours, she remained available to anyone prepared to pay for her use. That's how it seemed to her, anyway.

 

Natasha glanced up as a huge fellow sauntered towards her. She smiled wanly as she recognised Sasha, a regular at the den who had used her on more than one occasion. He was one of the kinder patrons, albeit one with a penchant for beating her arse with a cane until it glowed.

"Still here, I see," Sasha said.

Natasha attempted to arrange the loose silk bodice over her full breasts and she glanced over towards the far corner where her hulking pimp, Yuri Merria, sat surrounded by his loutish henchmen. Even as she looked across, Constable Androv rose from his seat at Yuri's table and sauntered towards her. The corrupt policeman fanned some grubby banknotes in his hand. "Your owner has paid me the 10 roubles you owe me for this week. He'll no doubt deduct it from your earnings."

"Still collecting tributes from the whores, Constable?" Sasha said.

"Insurance and health care," Androv leered beneath his black drooping moustache. "Which reminds me, Natasha Ul'iana Borisovskaia... report to the police station tomorrow for a medical examination. We need to make sure you are keeping clean."

Natasha grimaced as Androv strolled towards the stone steps that led up to the exit. From her own brief single experience at the police station, and from tales told by the other Yellow Ticket whores, she well knew the nature of the so-called police medical examinations every prostitute was legally required to undergo each month. The mandatory visit seemed deliberately humiliating and, from what the others said, it invariably required a woman to provide free services to Androv and his colleagues. The experienced, hardened whores had learned to accept it stoically, and they even wryly joked about it, but the thought filled Natasha with dread.

"Come," Sasha said as he hauled Natasha to her feet. "I'll help you pay the Constable."

Natasha squealed as Sasha's massive hand smacked her bare arse beneath the silk slip and the men at Yuri's table looked up and laughed. Sasha led her to the door and tossed a single rouble to the guard, who nodded and stood aside, allowing access to the narrow corridor beyond. A young woman, stark naked and extravagantly tattooed, emerged from one of the doors that lined the corridor, and she barely glanced at them as they squeezed past. Natasha looked down. She had been used and abused on numerous occasions in those dim and dismal rooms, but she had never become accustomed to the dismay it always caused her.

Sasha pushed a door open and Natasha slid into the small cubicle which, like the rest of the rooms, was austerely furnished with a bed and little else except for sexual accoutrements hanging on the walls. Natasha had grown to hate these sordid cubicles: the dildos were fearsome enough but the multi-bladed leather lashes and a long, thin cane particularly frightened her. Enough customers had already subjected Natasha to their sadistic whims to make her wary. However, there was little time to consider these things for Sasha tore the slip from her and thrust her to her knees. He dropped his tight, peasant trousers to reveal the large flaccid cock which, as she already knew, would grow to a huge erection. Although a new whore, Natasha knew her role well enough, and with half an eye on the whip, she leaned forward and opened her lips widely to take his cock. Sasha looked down with approval as she sucked his cock to rigidity, and as she worked, she gazed up at him like a doleful, faithful spaniel. Presently, Sasha pulled Natasha's head back and she wiped her lips on the back of her hand as he hauled her to her feet.

"Bend over with your hands on the bed."

"Oh no, please, not again..." she began, but nevertheless she bent forward and presented her raised arse.

"Raise up on the tips of your toes. Now concentrate on holding position."

Despite her fearful anticipation, the first cut of the cane took Natasha by surprise, as it always did, and she howled in pain and she clutched her bottom and hopped from one foot to the other. Sasha merely waited for Natasha to settle down and he then ordered her to resume the position and delivered another agonising stripe across her rump.

"No more, please..."

"Position!"

"No, look Sasha, I'll do anything you ask..." Natasha began, but she once again bent over, hams tight and bottom raised high.

The next blow whipped across the crease between thighs and buttocks, and she danced on her toes, her striped buttocks jiggling and twitching. A tide of warmth rose inexorably, pounding in her cunt and swirling deliciously around her clitoris. Sasha caned her again, this time across her thighs. Natasha's howl was lost in a deep, throaty gurgle, and her whole body seemed to go tense and leap, as if she had been struck once more. Her orgasm, once released, and encouraged by further stripes on her quivering red arse, rumbled on for some moments until she collapsed on the bed, shaking and moaning.

With that, Sasha fell upon her, turning her, catching her ankles under his armpits, doubling her ove until her toes touched her ears. Her sodden sex lips gaped open and she gasped as he rammed his cock into her cunt. Sasha hammered back and forth, slamming her against the hard kapok mattress. The cubicle door suddenly burst open, just as Natasha was beating a frenzied tattoo on Sasha's arse with her heels. She looked across and saw the hulking Yuri Merria gazing at them as they fucked. Then Yuri was no longer there, although he left the door wide open. Natasha ignored the lack of privacy and raked her finger nails down Sasha's broad back as she surrendered to her fucking. Finally Sasha roared loudly and his last fierce thrusts left her panting helplessly beneath him. After some seconds, Sasha rolled off her and lay on his back, breathing deeply. He chuckled and turned to gently brush a tress of blonde hair from Natasha's face. "You were born for sex," he said.

"Yuri Merria was at the door, watching."

"I know."

"I hate this place."