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Ellie was less than enthusiastic when Clegg broached the idea with her. She adopted the pensive, quiet look that Clegg always found worrying.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Freddie?” she said. “Why not just let Anatoly clean things up from his side.”
“Because it's our customers that are involved and a confrontation with Anatoly could seriously affect their ability to business with us in the future. That and the fact that I don't trust Henry not to get caught up in it.”
“But, Freddie, you know what the Kuhtian's think of women. If it's Council Members or the like that are involved, I won't have a chance to get close to anything that's going on.” Ellie folded her arms, convinced that she'd produced a winning point.
“True,” said Clegg. “But, from what Henry said, I don't think that's what is happening. This sounds like a little private enterprise from Lauren and sweet little Victoria. If it is, you'll be ideally placed to sort it out. As a woman. Besides if Henry has got his sticky paws on this then I want it to be kept in the family. You're the only real answer, Ellie.”
Ellie shook her head. “I don't think I am but I can't think of a better one right now,” she said.
Clegg sat back looking pleased. Ellie looked at him in exasperation. He was impossible when he was right, she thought.
While Ellie was getting ready for her departure, Lauren was helping Natalya become acclimatised to her new home. When the case she had been strapped into was opened, Natalya was astonished by the sight of Lauren and Victoria confronting her.
Lauren and Victoria had evidently determined that the best way to start the induction of their captives was with process of intimidation and that the most intimidating thing for the girls would be to be greeted by a site as bizarre as anything that they would ever have seen.
The two girls had taken full advantage of the extensive fetish wardrobe that Victoria had acquired as a result of the indulgences of her husband and the various men that had placed themselves in her thrall in the hope of gaining influence with the Kalinin's son or the Kalinin himself.
The four girls had been forced to their knees. Lauren and Victoria stood before them; Victoria in a black rubber cat suit that she had topped off with a sinister gas mask, and Lauren in leather trousers and jacket. Both were wielding vicious looking whips.
“Welcome, ladies,” Victoria began before she went on to explain how they were now to be trained as concubines for Kushtian men that would pay well to have reluctant Russian girls in their beds.
It was only after Lauren and Victoria had left that Husna Hannish, the Overseer, felt able to express his distaste. As the door to the room shut behind Lauren he spat a plug of chewing tobacco in its direction.
“Hunes,” he muttered under his breath. “Bitches.” His colleague nodded in agreement. It was all very well for the two of them to flounce in here, parading up and down in their high heels and acting like they owned the place but now something needed to be done with the women they had brought back. Husna had thought he had an opportunity to better himself with Koresh's wife, but then she had seemed only interested in sex. Now there was this other game.
“A secure place, Hannish,” Lauren had said to Husna, when they arrived. “Until we can arrange for the girls to be seen by their prospective husbands. And they should learn to be docile and compliant. Like good Kusthian girls.”
Husna looked down at the four helpless women. Good Kushtian girls! It took a lifetime to make a good Kushtian girl. You couldn't expect to turn these Russians into anything much without time. They didn't even know how to dress respectably. When did you last see a Russian in a veil? Even when they ran the country they didn't respect the traditions!
He called Hakshim, the young man he was schooling to as apprentice overseer. “Do you think these girls are going to be any use?” Husna said to his colleague as they pulled each of the girls in turn to their feet.
Hakshim didn't seem impressed. “Too thin,” he said. “Like western girls. Look at this.” He put his arm around Natalya's trim waist. “You shouldn't be able to get that far around. You should need both arms. And these,” he prodded Natalya's breasts. “How can you rest your head on these.”
“She may give other comforts. Here,” he said, unbuckling the strap of the plug gag that filled her mouth. “Let's try this.”
“Won't the lady of the household object? She seems to see these as her own property.”
“A woman with property? Absurd. She takes advantage of the master's sickness. He has always said that his overseer should have such use of the girls of the household as they see fit. Not his wives, of course, but the doenyes; that is all right. These are the rights of the Overseer and must be exercised or they will be forfeit through lack of use.”
Hakshim smiled. He was happy to take the advice of his mentor. Natalya looked back and forth at the two men, not understanding a word of their exchange, barely able to make out the individual words from their guttural dialect. 'Doenyes' was one word she understood. 'Servant' it meant. Perhaps that was what they were intended as, servants in this household. A moment later she came to realise that there was more to it than that. The older man – the one that was called Husna – grabbed her by the hair and twisting brought her to her knees. The younger one stepped up to stand legs astride in front of her. Unfastening his belt, her dropped his breeches, confronting Natalya with a dark, thick and steadily lengthening cock.
Husna twisted again at Natalya's hair. As she cried out in pain, Husna pushed her forward and Hakshim buried his cock in her mouth. Natalya, choking as Hakshim pushed against her, tried to struggle but could not break free of Husna's grip. The two men were laughing, exchanging remarks that, even without understanding their Kushtian, Natalaya knew to be coarse encouragement of each other. There was more laughter and more jokes as Husna and Hakshim changed places. Husna's shorter, stubbier, cock was less of a choking mouthful than Husna's but the younger man had now found a strap to thrash across Natalya's buttocks, encouraging her to try harder to please the Overseer. Natalya caught sight of the other girls, still gagged, their eyes wide in terror as they each began to realise what was to be their fate too.
© Freddie Clegg 2009
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