Unsettled times

[ THE WOMAN WITH THE RED JACKET ]

Mikael shivered inside his coat as he trudged up the winding path to Pavel's house. Let the rest of the Alexandrovich-family hide cowardly in their dacha, Mikael preferred to stay in a real house. Of course Mikael would have even more preferred when this 'real house' would be one of his own ones, but here in the outskirts of the Caucasus, he couldn't be too picky. After all, Pavel was a great friend, who would let Mikael live in his home like a member of his own family.

So while Mikael's cousin Jurij was bravely protecting the family's estate against the chaos of revolution and while the rest of the Alexandrovich-clan was squeezing himself in their narrow dacha-asylum, Mikael was looking forward to relax himself by the fireplace with a hot drink in his hands.

Others might fight and die for their stupid revolution, Mikael would sell them their weapons and enjoy his life a little in the meantime.

But then his eyes discovered a tall stranger framed in the doorway pf Pavel's house. And this stranger looked female. She was obviously waiting for someone. But here? For whom? For Pavel? Quite unlikely!

Slowly Mikael came closer and gained a better look at her.

The woman was wearing a woolen red jacket, that was decorated with velvet bindings and a oversized pointed collar. The double closure of large tulip engraved brass buttons gave her jacket a sophisticated style.

The outfit was completed by tight breeches that flattered her shapely legs before they ended in a pair of black boots.

In dangerous times like this, the occasions had become quite rarely, to see a woman wearing such stylish clothes.

What could such a magnificent young woman want from someone as average as like Pavel?

Mikael couldn't take his eyes from her beauty anymore. Everything within the range of his senses, from the shining sun-light to the haunted emptiness of the surrounding decrepit landscape, seemed to be nothing but an extension of this mystic lady.

Finally Mikael had reached the stairs to step up the porch. Now he was standing at the same ground with her. Still she could look down at Mikael. Mikael was amazed how impressively tall this woman was.

"Good morning!" he curiously greeted the unknown guest.

"Good morning!" was all that came out of her pouty lips in return.

Mikael looked at her, watching how the straight streaks of her shiny black hair easily breezed in the wind.

Her face was definitely cute, even strikingly cute. But - somehow - there was something more inside. Something perky that Mikael just couldn't find the right words yet to describe.

Although her short response had made him feel at little bit fooled, he urged to get more information about this woman.

"Can I help you?" he finally dared to asked.

For the first time the hazel eyes of hers turned to look at him. In fact Mikael felt being estimated by them. He got a little bit uncomfortable.

 

"Hmm..., maybe you actually might!" she answered in a quite and somehow very disparaging tone.

"I am looking for a man called Mikael Alexandrovich. Do you know him?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Really? Have you seen him recently?" Now Mikael had the full attention of the mysterious woman. He somehow felt proud about it!

"Yes!"

"Where?"

"I saw him this morning in the mirror, when I washed myself!"

Mikael's answer was supposed to be funny. The perfect introduction into some flirt-talk.

But unfortunately the young woman wasn't interested in a flirt.

Instead her eyes pierced seemed to pierce right through him when she said: "Alright, Mr. Alexandrovich, I need to talk to you. Would you let me in, please?"

"Talk with me? About what?"

"Business matters! Can we get inside NOW?" In her voice rang an insistence that he didn't expected from a young woman like her.

Intimidated by this pertinacity Mikael unlocked to front-door and let her in. Then he followed the click of her boot heels through the entrance lobby and into the large lounge.

Mikael hung his coat by the door and gestured his guest to a straight-backed chair.

"Have a seat. I'll just light the fire and fix you something to drink!"

To Mikael's surprise, the woman did not even look at him when a cold and clear "Thank you!" came over her lips. From the corner of his eyes Mikael watched her unbuttoning her red jacket. Underneath appeared a sleeveless white shirt. The light of the starting fire softly gleamed in its silk.

Mikael had to remember himself not to stare too obviously to this sight of pure feminine beauty.

A few minutes later Mikael reappeared in front of her bearing a mug of steaming coffee laced with some drops of precious vodka.

The unknown beauty sat down and took a healthy swig, quickly followed up by a second large gulp.

"Aah, that really hits the spot. Thanks!"

As Mikael had planned, her cold aura of authority got slowly softened by the cozy atmosphere of the room and his warmed-up alcohol. For a short moment it even seemed to him that a smile rushed over her cute face.

Mikael became confident again.

"You're welcome. So, what's your name?"

Actually Mikael was more wondering about her age, which he still wasn't capable to guess. But no honorable man would dare to ask a young woman for her age, wouldn't he?

"I am Comrade Nastasija."

"Comrade? ...so you actually are a Bolshevik?"

"Sure! You have a problem with that?" she challenged him.

"God no! In fine with it! It's just...." Mikael wanted to say that he never saw a Bolshevik who was dressed that stylish and bourgeois. But then he told himself to watch his tongue before he would accidentally insult her political ideals.

"It's just WHAT?"

"Ah, nothing. So what kind of business brings you here?"

"The business of war." she said in a carefree voice that just didn't seem to fit to the seriousness of her answer.

"Oh, come on! Isn't the 'business of war' a too sad subject for a beautiful young lady like you?"

"No - I guess the 'business of war' contains just the perfect amount of sadness to keep me motivated."

Mikael didn't dare to ask her for what kind of motivation she would need the 'sadness of war'. Instead he wanted to change this awkward subject back into some easy-going small-talk.

"So is there already a smart, nice guy like me waiting for you to kiss your sweet lips when the sadness of this war is finally over? Otherwise I might still offer you my service."

"Are you still trying to flirt with me, Mikael?"

"Would you like me to flirt with you?" Mikael promptly asked back, somehow proud of his ready-witted response.

What he hadn't expected was the ready-wittedness of her answer: "Well, I guess I do! It makes more fun to wipe out the existence of a counter-revolutionist when I know that this bastard has a secret crush on me. It makes my acting appear so delightfully ruthless."

Mikael found himself speechless and confused. This answer was meant as a joke, wasn't it? Still Nastasija's averted eyes didn't give away any sign how serious she was. Mikael tried to stay cool, but deep inside he grew more and more uncomfortable.

Then out of a sudden she looked directly into his face and started to grin. Quickly the grin became a hilarious laugh, letting her sharp white teeth shine brightly in the surrounding gloom.

Although he knew that she was laughing at him, Mikael forced himself to laugh back at her - it just seemed to be the best thing he could do to get out of this awkward situation without loosing his face.

Once more he had this slight feeling of getting outsmarted by her craftiness.

"Is everything alright with you? I hope I haven't scared you off or something?"

"No! Of course not. I'm okay!" Mikael eagerly guaranteed. Still Mikael could barely meet her eyes after that joke. Beneath her smugness and overwhelming sexual superiority he was profoundly diminished.

"Okay then!" Nastasija took over the lead of conversation "Why don't you me about the things you do to earn the money for living!?"

"I do nothing certain. Mostly I just buy stuff that somebody else might need. And then I sell this stuff to him for a little service fee."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Oh - all kind of stuff that people require for their daily life. Like scythes and sickles for the up-coming harvest. Or a grinding stone for the local mill."

For a while Nastasija and Mikael continued this kind of easy-going conversation. Mikael calmed himself that Nastasija interest for his business seemed to be absolutely harmless. Maybe he could even convince her to buy some stuff from him?

But then Nastasija's acting seems to change somehow. Like she grew more and more anxious for something coming up.

"Why are you always looking at your watch?" Mikael asked. Trying to keep their small-talk in an easy-going mood he added half-ironically: "You don't have appointment with another date, have you? Otherwise you might want to forget about him. No second date can offer you more attraction than such a charming man like me!"

But Nastasija completely ignored his poor joke. Her hazel eyes just kept looking deep into the flames of the roaring fire.

Just as Mikael began to think about a nice remark that would re-start their conversation, Nastasija stretched out her booted legs and said: "I just realized that I've stayed here for one hour already. If I don't report back to my unit after one hour, the arresting forces have order to come and do their work. So they should be here be now."

Mikael’s eyes narrowed. Then they became wide with disbelief.

"This is a joke, right?"

"Why would I joke about it?" Nastasija wondered in her most sweetly innocent tone.

Mikael's face went pale. Then he heard some noised coming from the outside.

"Oh - I suppose they are finally coming!" Nastasija cheered. Noticing the rising terror in Mikael's eyes, she calmly smiled: "Don't worry too much, Mikael Alexandrovich. They will just take you to the next Soviet. That's where your case will be investigated. After you have survived a few days of interrogation the rest will go pleasantly fast for you! They will bring the remaining of your body into one of the nearby woods, where you will be executed."

Mikael kept starring at her mouth. The tone that came out of these lips had stayed cool and without any compassion, as if he was no more than cattle to be slaughtered.

"Pleeeease!" Mikael finally started to whine. "You have to save me!"

"Sorry, Mikael! It's like I have already told you before: I really enjoy wiping out the existence of a lousy counter-revolutionist. But there is no need to cry! As I kind of like you, I promise to always stay around you and to take care that you won't have to suffer more than necessary!"

When her lovely smile slowly turned into a devilish smirk, Mikael suddenly realized that this woman was enjoying his misery just too much to help him out. Any more pleading would only waste his time - and time had become valuable now! At the next moment he turned and ran into the kitchen.

Mikael couldn't believe his luck when he actually managed to get out through the back-entrance of the kitchen without being hunt down by his persecutors. Should he really have a chance of escape this precarious situation, just because he had smartly used his advantage of surprise?

Mikael kept running. Running through the little wood and then further along the winding path back to the village. Didn't dare to look back. But while he had been concentrating on what lay directly ahead of him, his mind still got haunted by visions of Nastasija's smirking face. Those dark eyes really frightened him as much as they fascinated him.

Suddenly he heard the sounds of horses coming up. They set off after him.

Mikael kept sprinting as fast as he could, but the clip-clop of hooves still became louder and louder.

Finally he turned around.

Nastasija and three other riders were approaching him at speed. Although his startled eyes had hardly enough time to take in Nastasija's glorious sight, they still noticed the nasty looking crop which was already swinging in her hand.

Then everything happened very fast. With the uninhibited force of Nastasija's high speed the crop slashed against Mikael's head and shoulders. His whole body seemed to explode as the burning line of fire cut into his tender flesh. He winced in pain, but in the end he managed to keep his balance.

In the meantime Nastasija had already stopped her horse and turned it around. Once more the clip-clop of hooves signaled her up-coming approach. If Mikael wouldn't find himself a good protection within the next seconds, Nastasija's crop would surely knock him down this time. Then she would have won this game.

Biting his lip hard he staggered a little, before he run zig-zag across the field, seeking escape in the nearby wood. And indeed he managed to dodge Nastasija's nasty crop this time. Still the brute force of her attack made him fall down to the ground.

Panicking slightly, Mikael tried to rise, managed to stagger to his feet and take two clumsy steps towards the wood before his mounted huntress approached him for another attack.

While Mikael was lucky enough not to be kicked by the horse's hooves, Nastasija's heavy boot slammed right against his head.

His knees buckled and he pitched forward onto his face as the world roared around him. Over the sound of Nastasija's triumphant rejoice he felt blackness descend.

[ THE ENDLESS MARCH TO SARATOVSKAYA ]

After their break Alessia and Jurij continued their long walk to Saratovskaya. They walked for two more hours before they ran into a group of several other refugees – all of them trying to flee southwards towards Saratovskaya before the White Army would catch them.

Alessia decided that she and Jurij would travel more secure if they join this track. In the chaos of the civil war nobody of the refugees was taking care about the joining of another young woman and his boyfriend. In fact most of the people looked so tired as if they wouldn't take care for anything anymore. It didn’t take long until Jurij recognized a familiar face between the refugees in the group and after a while of hard thinking he even managed to remember her name: Nadja Lukova! He knew her because she used to date his cousin Mikael. Inside him grew the urge to talk to her and find out what she knew, but he wasn't sure how Alessia would handle such an approach.

At high noon -  while the sun was at its highest - the group decided to stop, take a break and cook lunch. Alessia actually used the opportunity to lay down for a short nap. As soon as Alessia seemed to be sleeping, Jurij went over to Nadja.

"Hello! You are Nadja, right?"

The woman smiled at Jurij as she obviously recognized him as well. “Right! And you are... Joshua right?”

“Nearly! I’m Jurij.”

“Okay – yeah: Jurij! I remember! Mikael’s cousin!” she explained. Looking at his weird outfit she asked: "Are you okay?"

Jurij let out a laugh and said: "Oh yes.... I am okay. It is just that... Well, let’s say: I had a tough time recently!”

“I see. It has been quite a troubled time since I saw you last time. So who is that woman you are traveling with?”

As Jurij didn't want to scare Nadja off, he just said: “That’s an old friend of mine, named Alessia. Our relationship has made a lot of changes in the last time, but that’s a very long story. In the end I guess I have become some kind of consultant for her.”

“That's sounds interesting! Maybe you have the time to tell me this long story sometimes?”

“Maybe! Have you heard anything about Mikael recently?”

“Me? Not much! After we have broken up, I have heard only very little about him. But maybe you know more – after all  he is supposed to be your cousin?!”

Over the next minutes Jurij told Nadja everything he knew about Mikael, while she seemed happy to tell him all of the things that had happened to her over the last few months. Jurij listened carefully, moving slightly closer, until he could even see the fine dark hairs of her eye lashes and smell her subtle odor of femininity.

In the end more than hour had passed before Jurij realized the rest of the group was getting ready to leave. He excused himself to go awaken Alessia.

On his little way he was thinking what kind of relief it was to chat with another girl beside Alessia. In fact it had been his first chat with a sweet, young girl since his war imprisonment. No – since his time as a soldier in war even! His last flirt seemed to be an eternity away. Well - chatting with Nadja maybe hadn't been a real flirt, but it definitely had been a very easy-going chatting with a very lovely girl. And the fact that it wasn't authorized – and not even known – by Alessia gave Jurij back his feeling of freedom and independence. His wild, boyish days surely weren't over yet!

Much to his surprise Alessia had already sat up and was watching him when he arrived back to her. She had a very annoyed look on her face, however she said nothing. When the rest of the group started walking, Alessia grabbed Jurij's arm to hold him back.

When he looked at her with quizzing eyes, she just stated coldly at him: “Stay here with me. We will catch up with the group later!”

As soon as the group had left their sight, Alessia's face turned stone cold:  “Why were you talking to that nerjacha [= slut].” 

“She has been the ex-girlfriend of my cousin. I just hoped that she might be able to tell me something about his remaining.” a visibly nervous Jurij tried to explain.

“So I hope you made her clear, that you already belong to me!”

“Ah... well... maybe not exactly.”

“NO EXACTLY?”

“Well, I told her that I am some kind of consultant working for you!”

“Before this afternoon is over, you will have told this nerjacha the truth about you unconditional dependency to me!” Alessia demanded with fire burning in her eyes.

“But... I... I couldn’t tell her the truth about us, as I had to win her trust.”

“For what?”

“To find out more about Mikael. After all Nadja told me that Mikael was involved in some dubious deals when they broke up in 1917. She said that Mikael had actually delivered goods to the Democratic and Socialist revolutionists, as well as to the Czaristic troops. Nadja thinks that he might actually be a wartime-profiteer - but she never saw him dealing with weapons.”

“Shut up, mal’chik! I don’t give a shit about Mikael or any other lousy member of your family. But I’m quite concerned about your attitude towards our relationship. Remember though that I could have easily just let Nastasija take you to the court yard and have you executed. But you are still alive, because I have saved your from death penalty. Now you owe me your life. You are mine to do with what I want. And you should happily carry out my wishes, as well as show your gratitude to me for taking the time and effort to teach you.

But instead it seems though that you still are unwilling to admit my superiority over you. Maybe you need more of my medicine. I will be sure to adjust your doses to reflect your attitude, Jurij.”

“Come on! Why are you so mad at me? I have just tried to be a nice guy and cheer up poor Nadja. So aren't you acting a little bit unfair towards me?”

“You poor baby! It almost sounds as if you are pouting. You should remember however that in love and war everything is fair! Still it won't do you any good to complain. It is evident, that I will have to use a firmer hand with you. As it appears to me now, I am not sure that I can trust you to do as you are told, if I should be absent. The next time we see Nadja, you WILL tell her the truth about your relation to me, or I will make sure your tongue hurts you so much it will be difficult to even take your medicine. Have I made myself clear enough?”

“Yes! You have indeed!”

“Good! Then let’s go. We will need to hurry to catch up with the track of refugees.”

Thanks to Alessia's strict rushing, they only walked for about ten minutes until they indeed caught up to the group of refugees. When everyone stopped for the evening, Alessia made sure their fire pit was far enough away from the rest of the group, so that the others would not hear any whimpering noises from Jurij.

“I will build a separate fire for us and set up a camp for the night. You, mal'chik, are going to tell the nerjacha the truth. Don’t be long or I will eat supper without you.”

Jurij nodded his head in silent affirmation. Quickly he found Nadja sitting in the middle of the group and asked her to  walk off to the side so that he could tell her some delicate news. But then his confidence left him. Instead of giving her an open confession, he just managed to stutter and stammer, but never quite got the right words out. He also didn’t realize that Alessia had approached them from behind and stood only a few feet behind him.

When he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth, Alessia walked up behind him and said: “My dear Nadja, what Jurij is trying to tell you, is that he become my prisoner, after he got caught breaking into my office. I have saved this man from execution because he loves me so much that he'll do anything for me... including getting dressed like this. "

Nadja didn't really acknowledge Alessia. She just starred at Jurij.

Alessia kept talking as Nadja continued to stare at Jurij: “Now he is being re-educated. I am his Commandress and so he will do as I say when I say it or suffer punishment from me. ...or he can visit the firing squad. Speaking of which Jurij, my boots are dirty.” 

Hesitantly he dropped to his knees and began to clean her boots with his shirt. When Jurij had finished cleaning her boots, Alessia cleared her throat, which in Jurij’s mind suggested to him that he was required to kiss them as well, which he did. He was very red in the face when he performed the task, however his cock was hard as a rock.

When he had finished she only commanded: “That’s enough Jurij!”

Nadja stood there in shock, so Alessia explained: "He loves polishing my boots and he'd polish yours as well if I asked him too."

Her words got Jurij blushing even more.

Fortunately he heard Nadja answer: “No thanks! I think I can keep my boots clean for myself.”

“Fine! Then let’s go, Jurij. And don’t let me catch you talking with someone behind my back again.”

What neighter Alessia nor Jurij noticed was the fact that Nadja's nipples still had hardened underneath her shirt.

When Alessia and Jurij reached the fire area, she said: “Jurij, now let Me hear you say the words again. Who are you?”

“I am your prisoner and nothing but your prisoner.”

“Well said, Jurij.  What was so difficult about telling her that?”

Looking down, Jurij shook his head. “I don’t know.”

She walks up close to him, touches his cheek softly and whispers ‘You know I have to punish you for not telling her the truth.”

“Yes, Commandress.”

Her face never altered, he was unsure if she angry, but he assumed she must be.

“And what else have you learnt today, my mal’chik?”

“I understand now that as your prisoner it is not up to me anymore to decide who I might talk to. So please forgive me!”

“I don’t think that you have earned my forgiveness yet. But I will give you another chance to tell the truth: Does Nadja make you hard Jurij?”

That was a tricky question. But Jurij wisely answered: “Not as much as you do, my Commandress.’

Alessia smiled at her smart prisoner and said: “Now, let me make this question a little easier for you: Does she make you hard? And don’t back off this time – it is a simple yes or no answer!”

“Yes Commandress, she does.” He replied looking down at the ground.

That was the moment when Alessia thought she heard something in the bushes. Looking around, she spotted a swift movement behind the tree. Then she saw the silhouette woman, trying to hide. And this woman was wearing the silver bracelet that Alessia had just seen around Nadja’s wrist.

Alessia yelled: “If you expect to have any skin left on your back side, you better come out of the woods Nadja…right now!”

Nadja all but ran to her feet. “What are you doing here, nerjacha?” Alessia asked, while Jurij was humiliated beyond belief. His face was a brilliant shade of red while he sat wondering if Nadja had heard the entire conversation.

“Well, I had heard some news to tell Jurij about Mikael, but then I lost my nerve.” Nadja answered with her eyes downcast.

Thinking for a short moment, Alessia said to Nadja with a cruel grin on her face: “I am about to make Jurij comfortable for the evening. You will wait right here for my return.”

“Mal’chik come over to this tree. And open wide.”  She placed an old sock of her into his mouth and then secured his head to the tree, making sure the sock wouldn’t be dislodged. She tied his hands together behind the tree. Then she pulled down his trousers and left them around his ankles, but his penis was clearly visible.  He was now deep red in embarrassment.

“I expect maintaining an erection will not be difficult for you at this point.  Nadja and I are going to have a fun filled evening…you will think about why that sock is in your mouth, you will be right here until morning…unless I have to pee.  Good night mal'chik, sweet dreams.”

She walked over toward the fire and she and Nadja began to talk quietly, the entire time, while kneeling and Alessia's feet and never once looking up into her eyes. At the end of their very long conversation Alessia took Nadja’s chin in her hand and made her look up at her, said a few words and Nadja burst into tears, kissing Alessia’s feet, working her way up from the feet to the knees, and continuing up the thighs to Alessia’s pussy. When Nadja reached Alessia’s pussy, she made love to her pussy with her tongue, causing Alessia to moan repetitiously and audibly. Jurij continued to feel like his groin had been kicked, and even cried at one point while listening to Nadja lick and suck on Alessia’s pussy. The two women fell asleep giving each other pleasure. Jurij dozed off a couple of times, but was not really comfortable enough to sleep. 

When Alessia awoke, she came right over to Jurij and untied him, commanded him to his knees and gave him his morning drink. This time when he had licked her clean, he looked up at her and said “Thank you Commandress.”

“For what Jurij?” she asked him, smiling sweetly.

“For…um…well for allowing me the privilege of being your toilet.”

“Are you feeling threatened, Jurij?”

“Threatened? What do you mean?”

“I mean, do feel like you could be replaced very quickly? That perhaps Nadja might have given me more pleasure than you have?”

Eyes lowered, he spoke very quietly: “I... I deeply hope that there will always be something that only I can offer you.”

His bold answer made Alessia smile. She walked closer to him and grabbed his balls, squeezing them in her hand The strength of her grip was not enough to actually hurt him, but surely enough to let him know she had a firm hold on them.

“You're right. Nadja hasn't something to offer me like these, has she?” she whispered into his ear.

He shook his head no and Alessia let the fingernails of her other hand dig into the top side of his penis, which had grown fully fully erect again.

“And she surely hasn't one of these neighter !?” she whispered at him and again he shook his head no.

“Look at me, Jurij.” 

Without any inhibitions her hands played with Jurij’s cock, while her eyes never stopped looking at him and her mouth whispered: “As long as these work for me when I want them to work, you have nothing to worry about.”

In fact her words had quite the different effect. Now Jurij was indeed worried that Alessia might replace him as soon as  she would find a better toy to fulfill her needs. So far Jurij had hoped that Alessia would also would want to keep him around her for his inner values like his charm, his wisecracks and his commitment to her, but now he wasn't so sure about that anymore.

Fortunately his worries got quickly distracted by the ongoing strokes of her warm hand. They felt so good! So good that Jurij had to close his eyes to fully take in the enjoyment Alessia's hand was causing. He felt that he rather should be grateful about this precious moment than worried about the unknown future.

But then Alessia's hand released his cock as suddenly as she had began to play with it.

“Go and get ready for the day!” was all Alessia said for an explanation. Jurij's whole body of course was still turned on by her previous tease. The bitter realization that he could do nothing to make Alessia continue her gentle teasing  left him in a pure state of helpless frustration.

Alessia seemed to even enjoy the look of despair in his eyes as she widely grinned back at him.

“You better hurry to get ready!” she reminded him.

“Today I want to get as far to Saratovskaya as we can. We are traveling with three of us now and you, my dear, are the bottom of the barrel. Therefore if Nadja tells you to do something, you are to do as she tells you.. Am I understood, mal’chik?”

Still sexually charged up by Alessia's recent gentleness, these iron words of her hit Jurij like a hammer.

“Yes, Alessia. As you wish.”

As Jurij began to walk away Alessia added: “And Mal’chik!? I don’t need to tell you to leave your penis alone, do I?”

“No, Alessia! Of course not”

Alessia smiled hearing him say those words. She also felt her pussy dampen a little by the thought that his pleasure was firmly at her will by now.

Half an hour later Alessia, Nadja and Jurij started walking. The first few kilometers they walked in silence, Alessia was the first to speak. “Nadja, pick up the pace and walk ahead two strides.”

Nadja did as she was asked, Alessia spoke very quietly to Jurij.

“Nadja wants me to make an exchange with her. She has offered me seven days of complete submission, in exchange for one day with you as her personal sex slave. I am considering the offer. What do you think about that?”

“What? She must have been joking!”

“She isn’t!”

“But who does this woman thinks she is? She can’t treat me like cheap meat after all I have done for her. And I am  surely not for rent!”

“You soon might be!”

“What? But...  She is still the ex-girlfriend of my cousin Mikael - so every intimacy between us would be absolute weird. You surely wouldn't accept such a humiliating offer! You should reject her and I promise I will never speak to the ungrateful bitch again.”

“Don’t tell me what I should do! All I have asked for was your opinion!”

“Sorry! It is just.... I mean, what would Nadja want me to do during this one day of servitude anyway? And what kind of use would you have for seven days of complete submission from Nadja? What could a unreliable woman like her offer you what you can not also get from me?”

“Oh – I have my ideas! Be sure of that! In fact I am indeed thinking this might make a nice arrangement. Of course you would be required to do anything she asks of you. So I was thinking you and I could make a trade: your obedience in exchange, I perhaps would allow you one orgasm, and if you were really a good mal'chik, I might even let you cum in my hand.”

“I don’t know. Somehow this whole deal scares me.”

“There is nothing to be scared of, my mal’chik. Actually it might help you to accomplish my superiority over your fate. And if you behave well, you might even benefit from this deal. Besides you don’t really have any say in the matter. Don’t forget, we will be seeing Nastasija again - you wouldn’t want to irritate me before that encounter, would you?”

“No, Commandress! I surely would not want to do that.”

They continued their walk in silence until they reached a small clearing.

Alessia spoke up: “Well – I think all three of us should leave the track of refugees behind  now. Instead we will make camp here, at the back of the clearing by the wood line.”

With that Nadja, Jurij and Alessia cleared a spot to make a fire and to place the makeshift tent. When that was completed Alessia looked at Jurij and said: “I want all of your clothes back, mal’chik.”

He began to undress as soon as the words came from her lips. He handed all of his clothes to her and was told to go and find water. Again he did as she instructed. Nadja was sent with clothes to fetch wood, while Commandress began to make a fire.  When both had returned, Alessia smiled at them and said “I have a couple of things I need to take care of, Jurij, get me your ropes from my bag.”

Jurij did as she bade and handed them to her.  “Follow me Jurij.”  He followed her to a tree and was tied to this tree, hands up above his head, cock hard as a rock.  She grabbed his balls gently and said “You be a good mal’chik while I am gone.”

Then she turned and looked at Nadja… ”I need a babysitter nerjacha, you will watch him, but do not touch him and do not speak to him, you still have a few hours before he is yours.”

Nadja got an evil smile across her face and replied: “Yes Commandress, as you wish.”

Alessia was gone for hours, and Nadja did just the opposite of what she was told. Jurij just stood there, with his cock sticking straight out, hard as a rock.  Nadja kept herself busy by the fire, awaiting Alessia’s return. But after about an hour, Nadja was bored, so she walked over to Jurij.

“Would you like to be untied?” she asked.

“No!” was his clear reply.

“Really? That is too bad, Jurij.”  She walked closer to him and pinched one of his nipples hard, pulled and twisted at the same time until Jurij cried out. Then she did the same thing to his other nipple again. Once more he cried out. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to be untied?”

“Yes, I am sure. My Commandress won’t allow it.”

“Oh – your Commandress won’t allow it! That’s sweet! Totally stupid, but still sweet!” Nadja mocked her bound victim, before she walked toward the fire and sat down to read a book.

Around one hour of mutual ignorance later Jurij spoke up: “I have to pee.” 

Nadja shrug his plea at first, but when he got louder the second time, she said: “NO! You didn’t want me to untie you…you can wait, or piss all over yourself! I don’t care which alternative you choose.”

“Come on, Nadja! I NEED to pee! Please!”

With that she got up, walked over to him and punched her fist directly into his stomach.

“I said NO! Instead you better use this opportunity to re-consider the consequences of your reluctance, so that you maybe will be more agreeable towards me next time!” 

Jurij coughed and choked a minute, trying to gain his composure. The punch to the gut hadn’t made the feeling the fullness of his bladder any easier to bare, but he knew at this point he must await Alessia’s return or she would be very angry with him. He began to try to think of other things, however no thought could take his mind off his need to urinate. All he could think about was the last time he had peed without her permission.

He couldn’t let such a situation happen again! So once more he begged: “Please forgive me if I should have disrespected you in any way, Nadja! Just tell me what I can do to change your mind!”

His offer was answered by a hard slap across his face.

“Don’t you call me just ‘Nadja’ anymore. You will address me as ‘Miss Nadja’ from now on! And I think, I have a new name for you too, Jurij. From now on you will be the ‘Little cousin of an asshole’. “

As she glanced to his cock she added : “And believe me : When I say little, I do mean little.  In the heat of the moment I might shorten your name to ‘asshole’s cousin’.  But I will always be thinking LITTLE.  No wonder she hasn’t let you fuck her yet. She has toys bigger than you. Don’t you agree?”

“I am afraid I have to, Miss Nadja!”

“Well said! So let’s still try to make it a little bigger!” she grinned and began stroking his member in her delicate hand. He looked down and watched her teasing his helpless shaft. Soon his whole body tensed, he felt so on edge of cumming as well as of pissing.

"Please!" he warned, "I am so close!"

“And so?”

“Alessia wouldn’t allow me to cum nor to piss!”

“That’s hardly my problem, is it?”

He couldn't help but thrust his hips, fucking her silken fist, the head of his cock was swollen and purple and weeping drops of fluid.

Then he saw stars. Roaring in pleasure he shot jet after jet of white foam onto Nadja's hand,

dripping down Nadja’s fingers. She held that hand to his mouth and raised one eyebrow. In response Jurij dutifully licked her fingers clean. Fortunately he hadn’t also pissed on them.

Still he grew more and more worried about his committed crime of having an unauthorized orgasm.

“Please don’t tell Alessia about it!”

"Well, we will see how you will behave towards me in the future!” Nadja answered with a wicked grin, secretly enjoying any second of Jurij’s rising anxiousness.

“Why are you treating me this way?”

“Because I can treat you this way, Jurij! Just because I can!” she laughed and walked away. Jurij felt so desperate, still he somehow managed to at least don’t piss over himself.

It was already beginning to get dark again when Alessia finally arrived back at the campfire. Jurij was so relieved he almost wet himself right there. Alessia walked over to him and asked “Good to see you again, my mal’chik. I hope you have behaved yourself?”

He needed to look at the ground when he answered: “Yes Commandress, I have! But I desperately have a certain need. May I please be untied so that I may?”

It amused Alessia to see that Jurij got still embarrassed by such things in front of her. Nevertheless she wouldn't let him get away with it as easy as that. “You have a certain need for WHAT?” she dug.

“I... I... I need to pee!”

“So pee!”

“But...” Jurij stuttered so helplessly that Alessia decided it was time to show some mercy with him. She untied him and he instantly run off into the woods. When he returned back at camp, Alessia said to him with a big smile on her face “My boots are dirty! Will you please take care of that for me, mal'chik?”

As Jurij knew by now that this was a purely rhetorical question, he dropped to his knees in front of Alessia's boots and started to polish them with utter care. Five minutes later he finished his work with a devoting kiss on their leathern surface as by now he knew that was expected as well.

In the meantime Nadja had began to build up the fire and cook on several items of food that she had found in Alessia's saddle bag.

As they all gathered together to eat Alessia almost casually hinted at Jurij: “After dinner I have something for you. Something that will help you to remember that you are mine. It is also meant as a symbol to Nadja and anyone else that your flesh is already be claimed by me exclusively!”

During the rest of the eating Jurij couldn’t help but wonder what it is that Alessia would have in store for him.

It still took more than one hour until Alessia sent Nadja away to wash the dishes. Left alone with Jurij Alessia looked over at Jurij and said "Jurij, come kneel here in front of me.”

When he had dropped to his knees in front of her, she dropped her trousers, roughly grabbed his head and pull his nose right against the lips of her pussy.

“I would like you to lick me, right here.” she ordered and his tongue gently started to caress her swollen clitoris. Eagerly Jurij let his lips and tongue explore the hilly landscape of her pussy, but even after ten minutes she still had not reached an orgasm.

“You're useless!” she quietly started to berate him. Her words were to quite for Nadja to hear, but they still stung deeply into Jurij's heart.

“If you don't hurry up to please me much better and  make me cum, I will have to let Nadja suck my pussy instead.” Alessia's demanding voice threatened from above.

Not wanting to give Alessia a reason to turn to Nadja, Jurij desperately put all energy that was left inside him into his work. Still he was unable to make Alessia cum.

“ENOUGH, mal'chik!"  It’s obvious you aren’t putting your heart in this. Go and stand by the tree, I have tied you to earlier.”

“But…”  he began to intervene, just to get instantly interrupted: ”But nothing, mal’chik! I said GO stand by the tree. N-O-W!”

Although Jurij didn't dare to say another word, he still tried to let his pleading look convince Alessia to give him a second chance. But all he archived was that Alessia got up and kicked her heavy boot sole right at his left calf.

Jurij stumbled a little as he felt the stinging pain of the kick, knowing that it would left a pretty blue spot on his leg.

After this total defeat he went to the tree. As soon as he arrived at his requested destination, he turned around to watch how Nadja moved in to the spot between Alessia's legs and began to suck on her pussy.

Jurij couldn't stop thinking about how her role as his supposed friend had dramatically changed within a few hours to his competitor for Alessia's favor. And Nadja didn't even seemed to have any problem with that fact.

Suddenly Alessia spoke up: “Do not look at me! You may stare at the tree I am going to tie you to…but as poorly as you performed tonight, you even don’t deserve my sight.”

Obediently starring at the structure of the tree, Jurij's thoughts moved back to the kick he just had received. Although Jurij hadn't actually seen it, he got aroused just by mentally picturing how Alessia's long leg must have kicked out at him and how the exclusive black leather of her boot rammed itself into his ass.

It only took a few more moments before he heard Alessia moaning.

“That’s it, Nadja... Right there… Make me cum.” she finally started to cry out in extacy. Jurij couldn't look at the tree any longer but had to catch a glimpse at his beloved Alessia. Like he had feared she was receiving a head job from Nadja. Her hands were buried under Nadja's long hair, pressing Nadja's head deeply into her crotch.

When Alessia had caught her breath from her climax she got up and walked back to Jurij. In her hands she hold her wet panties.

Without saying a single word she slipped her panties over Jurij’s head, making him look even more silly, but also effectively blindfolding him. Then she pushed him back up against the tree and tied his hands behind its trunk.

The noose was placed around his neck and pulled up over a strong branch until Jurij had to stand on his tippy toes.

During all that time Jurij's senses got maddened by the intoxicating scent of her panties and the all-too-close  presence  of her still unreachable body.

She reached out and grabbed his cock, which stayed disappointingly limp from Jurij's recent orgasm. Fortunately for Jurij, Alessia didn’t notice the difference yet. She just began to stroke his cock slowly and spoke. “Mal'chik, remember I told  you I had a present for you…first I am going to allow you to orgasm in my hand…and then you will get your surprise, but I need your cock to be soft and since I have not permitted an orgasm, I don’t believe your cock will soften without one.  So relax and enjoy my hand.”  She stroked his member and after a while, when he still had not cum…the look on Alessia’s face began to change, she began stroking his cock, harder, trying to milk the cum out of him, to no avail. The longer she stroked him, the more her face changed. 

“You are pathetic Jurij…first you can’t make me cum, now you even can’t cum at my wish!”

She ripped off the blindfold and glared at him. Her eyes told him in a very direct way that she was totally pissed off. Knowing he still would have to tell Alessia the truth about his unpermitted orgasm left him nothing but scared. In fact he was so scared  that he even began to loose his hard on.

“See what I mean, mal’chik? U S E L E S S ! Oh well, you had your chance. But as your pathetic cock is limp now, I might change my plan a little! So here we directly go with the next step!” Alessia declared in a cold voice and held up the Kali’s teeth bracelet.

“What... What is that?” a visibly worried Jurij stuttered.

“That is a Kali's teeth bracelet named after the Hindu goddess Kali. It is a chastity device especially made for men like you and it consists of this lockable metal ring with these little spikes on its inner surface. I will secure it around the shaft of your penis. When you’re penis begins to erect, the spikes press into its soft

tissue and cause you the right amount discomfort to remind you that pleasure is only permitted with consent of me. As I hold the key, you can only get hard when I want you to be hard.”

Before Jurij could even think about an adequate form of protest, Alessia had already placed the KTB around his cock and locked it.

“But... But...” Jurij started to complain.

“Shut up, mal'chik!“ Alessia snapped back. “This is for your benefit as the teeth inside the KTB will always tell you of who this cock belongs to, even while your body gets borrowed towards Nadja. So I suggest you stop sniveling and get on with it.”

For a moment their eyes locked but Jurij was never going to be a match for Alessia. A moment later he dropped his head, silently accepting her judgment.

With that Alessia produced a small padlock and Jurij heard the click as it closed, locking the device on him. The padlock key was already on a fine chain and Alessia slipped it around her neck so that the key disappeared beneath the cleavage of her blouse.

“So we are done! You should have no problems going to the toilet.”

Jurij was speechless. The whole thing had happened too fast. As if in some sort of bad dream, he now found himself with his trousers around his knees and his penis clamped in this infernal device. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times but nothing came out.

“I see you like it!” Alessia mocked him in cruel triumph. “I even start to believe you will find the KTB quite comfortable, unless you get excited of course. So let’s see your face when your cock gets hard in there for the first time!”

She grabbed his shaft and began to caress it until his cock was starting to swell. The ruthless teeth pierced the skin of his cock. Alessia noticed the desired expression of pain at  Jurij’s face and smiled to herself knowing full well what was causing it.

“Yes, that will do quite nicely.”  Alessia spoke up “Now, we have wasted enough time sorting out your personal problems. It is to turn you over to Nadja for her 24 hours. But remember: Nadja is not to be upset in any way. Do I make myself quite clear?”

“Very clear. I won't let you down!” Jurij replied, wondering just what was going to be involved.

“Nadja, he is all yours…24 hours…and he better be returned to me unharmed.”

“Thank you, Commandress. Will you be staying here?”

“No Nadja, I will be going up the road a little. Good bye mal’chik, enjoy your time with Nadja and you and I will discuss, your orgasm, when you are returned to me.”

“So welcome to my reign, little mal’chik! There are so many interesting games we could play. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” were Nadja’s last words Alessia heard before she walked away into the night.

[ WAKING UP ]

At the same time, but at a very different place Mikael was just awaking. The bright light made him blink at first. Only slowly the room came swimming back into view.

He appeared to be sitting on some kind of wooden chair. He had a sudden urge to stand up and get away from this foreign place, but his arms were tightly joint to the chair by some thick rope. The rope also wound around each leg, sealing ankles, calves and thighs to the chair legs.

Some softer cloth (a scarf or something similar) was encircling his neck, holding his head erect and still. Anxiously he let his gaze wander around as much as the cloth around his neck was allowing him to.

Off to one side Mikael saw another wooden chair. Behind it was a heavy iron door marked with a painted cross in black color. Beside the door stand an old wooden table. A grouping of sinister-looking laid on its surface. Mikael blinked, squinting across the distance and trying to pick out identifiable items in the odd conglomeration. Goggling at it, Mikael's imagination running riot, but in the end he just couldn't recognize what kind of objects were placed there.

The rest of the huge rectangular room was empty, just bare concrete floor and air-filled space. Mikael also saw boarded-up windows on the other side of the room, but they were too well away from him to look through.

Suddenly he heard the echoing sound foot-steps coming from behind the heavy iron door.

Then the sound stopped and the door opened slowly. Nastasija appeared back into Mikael's life. And so were those smirking hazel eyes. The woman seemed to be even more beautiful than he had remembered her.

Her slim waist was flattered by a wide leather belt with the Red Star of the Bolshevik shining on its bucket. This time she didn't wear a jacket. A crisp white blouse was cinched and gathered by the heavy belt instead. A pair of black trousers in the uniform style of the ex-Czaristic army completed her image.

In her hand she held a riding crop and a leather strap, both of them showing signs of use.

Mikael felt a new the urgent pulsing in his pants.

She walked right to the empty chair that stood next to him and sat down.

Without paying any attention to him, she lifted her feet and let them rest right on his lap.

Marveled by the hurting impact she caused him, when her heavy soles dug into the soft skin of his upper legs, Mikael tried hard to control his breathing. Immediately he found his eyes dropping to her boots. They were of the finest grade of leather, a soft jet-black. Flat-heeled, they climbed nearly thirty centimeters up along her calves.

In a most casual gesture Nastasija leaned forward and started to undo the metal buckles of the boots.

Slowly her legs slid out of the boots. Nastasija made pretty sure that her prisoner got a good view when she got her feet out of her socks. And her effort surely had the desired effect, as Mikael got even more aroused at the sight of the lithe, tanned legs.

But then she just placed her bare feet back on his lap, grabbed a small bottle out off the pocket of her trouser and began to painting her toe-nails. One by one.

He wanted to talk to her, but behind the tightly bound scarf his tongue could only muffle. Nastasija didn't let herself disturbed by these noises. After he had seen the crop in her hands, Mikael expected all kind of physical torture from this woman, but definitely not being fully ignored by her. In fact he didn't even feel like a real captive, but more like a handy piece of furniture. Being just too unimportant to be even looked at.

This was emotional torture at his worst.

When the last of her toe-nails was finally painted, Nastasija leaned back, lifted one of her long legs and hold its toes just directly under Mikael's nose. As his mouth was effectively gagged, he had to breathe through his nose and so his breathing would automatically dry the freshly applied paint of her toes.

But the intimidating closeness of this feminine foot invaded Mikael's personal space. He shook his head in urgent denial, voicing unequivocally his objection to such a depraved intent, and for the first time he really began testing his shackles. They were remorselessly tight of course. In his current position all he could do was squirming. So he squirmed, but it only caused some malicious grin at Nastasija's face. Still she didn't care enough for him to even look into his pleading eyes. All she seemed to care of was the styling of her toes. Had his fate no meaning for her at all? Why didn't she want to ask him about his illegal weapon-sales? After all she wanted to talk to him about 'business-matters' when she had visited him in Pavel's house. So why didn't she ask him now? Still there was just this invulnerable aura of superiority around Nastasija, which made her indifference towards him appear as a natural matter of course.

After a few more minutes of enduring her smelling feet, Nastasija slid her feet back into her boots and walked out of the room - without even paying him a slight glimpse.

Then a dead silence invaded the room and Mikael started to worry who would come next into this room. Nastasija seemed to have enough fun with him already. But how long would Mikael have to helplessly wait here now? And who would be his next 'visitor'? Whoever it was - he probably wouldn't be so attractive. He pictured himself being inquired by an old and unpleasant commissioner. Or maybe a group of drunken and rude Red Soldiers who would torture him?

A very uncomfortable feeling rose up inside Mikael's body. In the same speed his hopes to be soon released in an unharmed state sank into insignificance.

The series of empty hours, waiting helplessly for someone to come, were endless. Nobody seemed to care for him in here. If his neck was not so tightly constricted to the chair, it would have drooped. The scarf had all but dried up in his mouth. His bladder was full. Welts patterned his arms. His muscles were sore from struggling and his joints ached from being sealed in place. Still silence and emptiness were the only witnesses of his misery.

Mikael didn't know how long he'd been strapped to the chair when the iron door finally opened again. Relieved of the boredom in his head, Mikael gasped behind his gag. Thank goddess, it was Nastasija again. He had never been happier to see someone. And she never looked more beautiful to him than before.

"Happy to see me again, my secret lover?" Nastasija grinned as she discovered the relief in Mikael's eyes.

Mikael nodded enthusiastically. She hadn't forsaken him! And this time she finally spoke to him again. Mikael felt unbelievably grateful to her.

"So let me take that mean old scarf off your mouth first!"

As she slowly peeled the silken cloth from his mouth, Mikael gazed longingly into her hazel eyes. Being at the mercy of such a woman with such cute eyes definitely couldn't be that bad.

"Ugh! What . . .  Where am I?"

She smiled at him with perfect teeth. "You are in the headquarter of the regional Soviet. But haven't I told you that already just before you got arrested? So welcome to our interrogation-room 3F!"

"But...? What will happen to me here?"

"You are not really one of the brightest, are you?" Nastasija laughed at his question with genuine amusement. Her peals making his head throb with pain.

"I will ask you a couple of questions concerning your case. Then I write down a protocol of my interview with you and let the Council decide about the appropriate treatment of your fault."

'That doesn't sound too bad!' Mikael found himself thinking. After all he regarded his 'fault' as rather minor. Nastasija had walked up to the table in the meantime. Slowly she turned around and smirked at him.

Mikael smiled back at her - at least until his gaze had wandered down and he had noticed that razor-edged hunting-knife in her fingers. She kept smirking at him for a while, observing his rising nervousness.

A moment later she moved toward her prisoner and sat on his unresisting lap, resting her full weight on his thigh until Mikael could feel the warmth of her buttocks radiating against him. She held her face close to his and idly played the knife-point across his cheek.

Mikael started to tremble when his wide eyes locked on the blade.

"In fact it might be several hours before I will finish my interview, so why don't you get more comfortable?" She giggled, bringing the blade down to slice through his shirt. He felt the cold metal on the puckering point of his nipple.

Mikael senses were lost in between fascination and fear towards her extraordinary torturess. And his breathing even quickened as the knife began to take away pieces of his shirt.

"So tell me, Mr. Alexandrovich: To which of your honorable customers have you sold the weapons that you could finagle within the last three months."

"Finagle??? I have officially bought them from the ex-czaristic army. Maybe for a very reasonable price, but still..." Mikael eagerly tried to claim his innocence. But Nastasija wasn't interested in his excuses at all. Except a short shrugging of her shoulders she didn't showed any reaction to his pleas. She just continued striping the exposed parts of his arms and back. Slits across the nipples. Slashes up the seams. The collar trimmed away.

Mikael started to panic: "So what do you want from me?"

"The names! Just the names!" his torturess calmly answered in her sweetest voice.

Although Mikael was tempted to share some details of his glorious deals with Nastasija her, he knew that he would have no more use for her after he had made his confessions. Then she had no reason to spare his life.

Therefore Mikael's lips remained sealed and Nastasija soon continued her playful tailoring. But this time her knife sliced slowly through the inner seams of his pants, exposing his strong pale thighs. As she trimmed the material away from his crotch, his penis flopped out, flaccid against the fabric of his white briefs. She grasped it and let the tips of her fingers slowly run over its surface.

Instinctively Mikael winced back, but her hand had already firmly grabbed its prey and wouldn't release it anymore. So all Mikael could do was to endure this intimate massage with a kind of embarrassed breathlessness. His mind felt abused and treated like cheap meat, but apparently his penis had no objections to being remotely controlled.

Nastasija indeed squeezed and pinched the sensitive skin of his penis with an amazing level of professionalism, grinding it between her fingers as though searching for the proverbial bone. But then she relented and pushed it down sharply. Pitilessly she held him there, smiling at Mikael's very first groans, and then quickly released the tension, snatching back her hand to observe and judge the eagerness and resilience of his spring back upright.

Mikael focused to strain skyward, silently begging for more gentle attention.

"Still want to flirt with me, Mr. Alexandrovich?" Nastasija marveled a little silkily. "Or should I say: Mr. Casanova?"

Mikael's brain wanted to resist this humiliating mockery, but his flesh was weak. And as long as he wouldn't answer her question, her pleasure-bringing hand would stay idle. All too soon his longings for her touch overpowered his mind and Mikael nodded his head.

Nastasija laughed at him in triumph: "I'm fine with some little flirting! But take care - sometimes I'm like a cobra: beautiful but also poisonous. And from time to time the cobra in me likes to bite. The ones who got bitten by me are always going to die by my poison!"

Mikael gasped in shock, locking into her eyes. Her voice was low and even. She wasn't joking!

Inside Mikael's head hundreds of thoughts were wondering what he could do to not bring out the 'cobra' in Nastasija. But despite his best efforts, Mikael's penis started to thicken inside her manipulating fist until it strained against her sharp finger-tips.

"Hmm! This little thing of yours seems to enjoy itself." she smirked, pointing on his penis-head with the blade of the knife that still rested in her other hand.

Watching him jump and waggle, a giggle of almost girlish delight escaped her.

But suddenly she released the fist around his penis and grabbed his balls instead, quickly wrapping them around the viciously gleaming blade.

"Even although I don't think that you have earned yourself any enjoyment yet."

Mikael’s hips buckled as he fully realized of his extreme vulnerability. His tender gonads were at the mercy of her cold blade - capable or tearing them free from their thin external sack. His cock almost spasmed by this thought, but somehow Mikael managed to limit himself to a single strangled gasp.

Nastasija was already moving her attention down to his drawn-up and quivering balls, palpating each of his testicles. Mikael stopped breathing. His tempted mind was like in trace and all he cared for was his lust. His eyes ogled her breasts as she bent forward to roll his balls through her thumb and fingers. Bad luck for him that Nastasija caught this bold gaze of him. Promptly Mikael earned himself a roundhouse slap across the face. While he savored the flaming pain, he heard her hiss in a cold and deadly voice:

“Show respect! I want you to treat my body like a great work of art and not some smutty cheap centerfold. If I catch you looking at me again and see crawling, greedy lust instead of admiring awe, I am liable to get exceedingly violent. So admire me, Prisoner! ...and admire well."

Awoken from his trance, Mikael looked back at her in sorrowful shame. He silently thanked god, when Nastasija nodded, provisionally satisfied with his reaction, and moved the blade away. She stood up, laid the knife on a table behind her and returned to her victim. This time she held a thin leather strap in her hand. Slowly she knelt down in front of him and began to wound the strap about the base of his genitalia.

“That should keep you from indulging in any unauthorized ejaculation during the upcoming interrogation.” Nastasija announced.

"But unfortunately for you, I desire more from my prisoners than just be excluded from any pleasure. I want to see a real play of emotion flitting across their stupid faces when they finally realize exactly that their body won't survive me treatment."

Her words confused Mikael. What did she mean? Nastasija was going to show him. In utter calmness she grabbed both ends of the strap and pulled it even deeper into his sensitive skin. Mikael cried out in pain, feeling his balls being squashed like grapes.

"This is more like what I desire! Now the leathern strap is snapped so tightly into place that it prevents the passage of fluid in either direction. This serves to trap the blood, ensuring an erection of unlimited duration. But it also ensures that your cock will turn blue and slowly die off within the next five hours. Then you will know what it feels like to be a eunuch."

Mikael started to freak out: "Please! Take it off! Please!!!"

"Sorry, it's just too late to save your cock. But if you tell me the names of all your customers you still might save the other parts of your body!" Nastasija grinned back at him while she straddled herself on one of his bound thighs.

"The cock hurts, doesn't it?" she mocked. "So try to concentrate yourself this time and tell me what I want to know."

Although Mikael still couldn't really comprehended the full meaning of the prospect of loosing his valuable penis, he comprehended the absolute necessity of co-operating with Nastasija if he didn't want to end his life as a cripple. So he tried to co-operate: "Okay...okay... It's an ex-supplier of the Czaristic army called Shirkow. Igor Shirkow! After the revolution he has used his old contacts to sell the remaining weapons of the Russian Imperial Army to everyone who would offer him a good price. But after a few weeks he was sold out. That was when I asked for my delivery-services."

"You see: that wasn't too hard to tell, was it? So how many weapons have you sold him?"

"I don't know anymore. Maybe five-hundred rifles, some dozens of grenades and several boxes of ammunition."

"How did you get access of so many weapons?"

"I asked several people who asked other people again. But I don't remember their names anymore!"

She slid her hands inside his shirt, widening the rips until her fingers found his nipples. Then the cruel nails grasped and pinched until Mikael gasped in pain.

"Try harder to remember!"

Mikael kept silent and her cruel nails twisted his nipples hard. This time he had to cry out loud, causing Nastasija to smile again.

Perhaps it was the gleam in her eyes every time she made him scream that caused his growing fear.

"They are just average people like everyone. So they have everyone's name: Vladimir, Misha, Ivan, Andrew... It's impossible to list all of them up!" Mikael eager tried to save his skin.

Without the bat of an eyelid she leaned forward and tauntingly asked him: "Have you ever been whipped before?"

Mikael knew that this was more a rhetorical kind of question. Still his answer would have been 'No'. He only knew whippings from the old adventure books about the Romans which he had read as a small boy. It had been thrilling to imagine the helpless pain that the poor victim must had felt. But never would Mikael have thought that his own skin might be whipped some day. Now the shine of cruelty in Nastasija's eyes made him quickly understand that a hard whipping was approaching for him. Furthermore the discomfort of having his erection crushed by the strap and his body tied to the chair pitilessly remembered him of the fact that he would be absolutely unable to stop Nastasija's riot.

He shivered in anxious anticipation, trying to face the inevitable. How much pain would he be able to bear, before breaking and begging Nastasija for mercy? And of course, what would happen after that?

But before Mikael could find any answers, his questions of the past and immediate future were flashed away in the white hot flare of Nastasija's first slash. Mikael couldn't remember how the long dressage-crop had come into Nastasija's hand, but it had left a rememberable stripe across his right hip and buttock.

Mikael gasped and grunted when Nastasija slashed a second stripe down, overlapping the first. Then another. And another. And another.

A first he just pressed his teeth together, trying to absorb each excruciating blow like persistently repetitive lightening strikes. As if to prove him wrong, they struck the same general spot again and again, sending out thrilling little tingles throughout his entire nervous system. His toes curled and his  scalp began to prickle.

“How do you like it, huh, imperialistic prick?" grunted Nastasija, her crop whistling down.

Mikael managed to open his eyes between two more blows.

"It's rather unpleasant!" he downplayed the biting pain in biting irony. Then another successive smack sent him wincing back into himself.

"So how do you think the socialist people will like it, being threatened by weapons that you have sold to their enemies? You think any of them would think of it as pleasant? Well I think I owe you a little payback, my greedy war-profiteer. And I don't think just a simple whipping is going to do it."

Mikael tried to form the words that would defend himself. He tried to get them out. But each word

his trapped tongue shaped now came hissing out in a kind of strangled scream, as faster and more vigorous blows continued to fan the cumulative fire that had replaced his upper thighs and buttocks.

Nastasija loomed over him, her gorgeous breasts dancing as she wielded her crop. On her forehead Mikael made out fresh pearls of sweat. They made her look even more beautiful. Mikael could only adore her.

Still the endless blows continued to fall down on him. And despite the arousal in Mikael's brain, his sensible flesh tried eagerly to escape the outrageous pain.

“Hold still, Mr. Alexandrovich! Don't you dare to move or you will get this!”

The next vicious crack of her her dressage-crop exploded exactly onto his bound genitals. Mikael screamed in absolute despair. When Nastasija saw a red line of blood arising straight over his balls, she understood the endless pain Mikael must have suffered at this moment. Just as much as she needed him to suffer to quickly adapt his behavior according to her whims! Soon she would play him like a fiddle.

But first her victim would have to take a few more arguments from her whip until his feeling of total defenselessness would be refined.

Nastasija closed her eyes and let an endless crescendo of percussive cracks hiss through the air.

At first Mikael tried to field the slashes of her dressage crop with his inner sensation - savoring each strike as a 'special kind of kiss' from this awesome woman Nastasija. But too soon the fiery burns that each slash surging through his body couldn't be played down anymore. They kept what the were: just extreme fiery burns.

Nastasija on the other hand grew more excited with each strike she delivered. Even she was amazed how much she loved to hear to frantic sounds of suffering her vicious strikes produced. It felt incredible, that so much pain could be inflicted with just a simple leather

crop! As the cracks got louder, Mikael's cries got more tear-stained and her breaths got faster.

Soon Mikael was sobbing unabashedly, listening to Nastasija's contemptuous jibes through a kind of weird, floating, out-of-body haze. The crop swung and swung, for what seemed like an eternity.

“Don't complain, scum!"

Crack!

"You deserve every little strike!"

Crack!

"...because you are a measly..."

Crack!

"...perfidious..."

Crack!

"...rotten..."

Crack!

"...and desperately fucked-up..."

Crack!

"...piece of imperialistic shit!"

C – R – A – C – K!

At this moment Mikael's tears started to flow without any inhibitions. His nose and mouth spilled out a mixture of snot and saliva. His whole face seemed to be already rubbed in it. Nevertheless, despite the unbelievable pain that Nastasija had caused him, Mikael's locked erect penis still remained a hard and needy constant. His brain might have floated off into detachment, his ravening erection however continued to exult. Nastasija needed to grin at she realized what a downright ridiculous piece of wretchedness Mikael had become under her treatment.

"Still, there is no reason for us to get ahead of ourselves." she calmed herself down. "So have you enjoyed our little flirt?"

"Definitely not!" Mikael hizzed through his teeth that were still pressed together due to the unbelievable pain he had to bearing.

"Why not? Am I not attractive enough any more to have a little flirt with you?" mocked in the sweet innocence of a shy girl.

Mikael realized that he had to be careful to find more pleasing answers to Nastasija's tricky questions, if he didn't want to loose the rest of his skin.

"You are one of the most beautiful women I ever met. I guess, I am just a little awe-strucked by the poisonous cobra inside you."

"Hmm! But is an awe-inspiring woman even more worth to risk a flirt?"

"Well... I suppose!"

"Then you still want to flirt with me?"

Beside all the fear he had developed towards Nastasija's painful flirting, he knew that a wrong answer on this question could mean only even more pain for him.

Mikael's voice creaked and croaked when he hesitantly responded. “Yes!”

"So why have you lied to me before?"

"I... I don't know!... Out of confusion, probably!"

"Confusion?" shot back in played consternation.

"No...! Not confusion!" Mikael quickly intervened. Eagerly trying to find a explanation that would suit Nastasija's mood. Finally he found his saving words: "Intimidation! I didn't dare to continue my flirt with you because I was too intimidated by your overawing beauty and personality!"

"Ah! Poor Mikael! There is no need be to bashful! I am a very kind person. So let me help you: If you want to flirt with a woman, you will have to impress her! Do you want to impress me?"

"Yes!" he spat out, his lips covered with his own blood that was slowly dropping from a fresh welt over his right cheek.

"Okay! Then how could you impress me? . . . You still have not impressed me yet by telling me, from whom you got the weapons you have sold to Igor Shirkow! Have you?"

"No!" Mikael admitted.

"And so?"

As his arms and shoulders were firmly cramped, Mikael's skin shuddered under the relentless assault of her crop. He knew that he wouldn't survive a second outrage of Nastasija. So he closed his eyes and confessed:

"Misha Komerov. Over the very last weeks of the Great War, he had peculated around two percent of every weapon delivery for the Imperial Army of Russia. Due to the struggles of war, no-one had the overview - so no-one was able to supervise him."

"And who else had bought weapons from Misha Komerov?"

"As far as I know I was his exclusive customer!"

"Well - I am indeed impressed by your information! So as your use for me got exhausted now, we can prepare your execution!"

"No!!! Please...."

"Please what?"

"Please let me live. I have told you everything I knew!"

"...and that is exactly the reason why the next step would be your execution!"

"You can't just let me get executed!"

"Oh - I can!" she laughed at Mikael. "What do you want to do about it?"

"Please... Please let me live!"

The taste of his own blood only clarified Jurij's will of live. Despite all this burning pain inside him, he couldn't just give up now. He had to survive this interrogation! Nastasija however seemed to ruthlessly enjoy his struggling will-power. Slowly she leaned closer, her mocking eyes locked on his. He could feel the warmth of her breath.

"I tell you what: As I think you are kind of cute, I will allow you to postpone your death as long as you keep me entertained!"

Keep her entertained? Mikael wasn't sure what Nastasija meant. He tried to to snatch a peek at her face. He was simultaneously terrified, gratified, and exhilarated by what he saw. Her bright eyes were ablaze with unholy joy and unassuagable hunger.

But suddenly his glimpse at her was taken, when Nastasija's left hand snaked around his head, found a fistful of hair and pulled his head back fiercely.

“Your body is mine now, imperialist! And that means mine to use in any way I see fit. And right now, I see fit to thoroughly revenge all my comrades who died from weapons that you have delivered."

While her left hand still kept firmly seizing him by the hair, her other hand peeled back Mikael's already stretched open lips, the sharp nails arming the deft fingers honed to the exact correct length to provide maximum dexterity and structural strength.

Mikael could tell that claws like those could rend a hell of a lot of flesh before finally splintering. Then they had just become dangerously jagged. They could rip out a man's throat in under a second.

"So your only way to keep me from taking my rending revenge on you, is to distract me. And what could be a better distraction than bringing me pleasure?"

Her finger moved on to peering into his ears, sifting through his hair. Then it began to  methodically test the shape of skin and muscle all over Mikael's scratch-covered body - a far more rough and fundamentally demeaning going over than any physician had ever administered.

Each time her finger past one of his fresh welts, Mikael felt a stinging pain. He strained to snap his bonds, but as all his thrashing could not dislodge the smothering hand, he forced himself to hold back his tears at least and endure the pain in silence.

When her eyes fixed on his tortured face, Nastasija shuddered by the sight of him pressing his teeth eagerly together.

Finally she relented, withdraw her teasing finger and cheered at Mikael: “Very well! Apparently you are capable of hold back your own pain to not disturb my lust. That's good, because it is going to be an extremely essential skill for you if you want to enjoy the last moments of your life with less pain.

Here is another essential skill for you: Tell me, that you love me!"

Mikael couldn't believe this incredible request he just had heard from Nastasija.

As if to prove the sincerity of her request, Nastasija leaned in, grasped his face and kissed his silent lips. Her tongue run over his upper lip. When Mikael breathed in her perfume, he just had to close his eyes, taking in all the tenderness that Nastasija's warm mouth provided to him. Her touches were just  breath-taking. And so bewitching. Soon Mikael's senses got fully lost in Nastasija's young beauty.

"I love you!" Mikael heard himself whisper in reckless dedication. He couldn't help it, as his mind seemed spell-bound by her.

A stinging slap against his cheek abruptly ended her kiss. Mikael's eyes opened in shocked surprise and looked right into Nastasija's crazy laughter.

"You think that you love me? That you really love ME? Oh - what an easy-manipulable fool you are! I might represent the most fatal twist of your poor fate, but I am definitely not for you to love!"

The shrilling sound of her scornful laughter made Mikael almost wince as much as the slap. He felt so utterly ashamed of his boyish manipulability. How could he have been so foolish to let her wrap his mind around her finger and break another fracture into his fragile confidence? He hated himself for that.

But Nastasija didn't care for the hurt emotions of her prisoner. All she cared for was her own enjoyment and so she straddled Mikael, who was too confused to show any resistance. With her other hand she positioned his cock and sank straight down onto it in one lunge. Now she had once more Mikael's full attention.

When she leaned forward to lick the salty wetness from his eyes, Mikael flinched as much as his bonds

would allow. She laughed again. It was a soft, malevolent giggle that echoed in Mikael's mind when her sex slowly slid up and down his shaft.

"Isn't it a pity that the leathern strap is tied so firmly around your cock, Mr. Alexandrovich?" she purred. "Because now your cock will stay hard and ready for me even though will be so much harder for you to come!"

Just a moment ago Mikael had sobbed hard in his unfulfilled need for release; now his hurt pride made him suppress every outrage for lust.

Nastasija didn't care. She knew that despite the bound prisoner's objections, sooner or later his pathetic horniness would defeat his self-control and then she would have even more fun playing with his broken mind, taunting and teasing it until Mikael would be in sheer torture.

But first comes the 'work', Nastasija told herself and began engulfing just half Mikael's shaft with her warm pussy. Their glossy lips stretched eagerly around his most sensitive flesh. Small up-and-down rhythmic thrusts worked magic, stroking new life into her trembling toy. All too soon she heard Mikael moan out loud. Still the leathern strap denied him the final satisfaction.

Nastasija grinned: "On the other hand: You can be grateful that the strap only helps you to control yourself, because I would have to slice your cock off with my little knife, if I see you coming before I had found my pleasure!"

Mikael starred at her with wide-opened eyes. Just to remind him of how much she was capable of making this threat come true, Nastasija took his ear between her teeth and bit down hard, the resultant scream making her moan and grind harder against him.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, yeah! That's it, my poor imperialist! Struggle to bring me pleasure! I just hope that this fuck feels as good for you as it feels for me.”

Mikael had never believed that a woman could actually rape a man, but from this moment on, Mikael knew differently.

After using him for coming a second time, it seemed as if she was wetter than she had ever been before. But now she needed time to relax. With a big grin on her face she let her pussy disengage from the cock, climbed off and appraised her well-broken prisoner.

And what a beautiful sight he gave! His still unsated penis glistened and throbbed as it jutted from the ruins of his underwear. A sheen of sweat covered his entire body.

'Just one more little game I want to play with him.' she smiled to herself and walked behind the chair. Placing her booted feet at the base of the chair legs, she grasped his shoulders and levered the chair back, using her feet as fulcrums. As she lowered him to the floor, her grip slipped and the chair fell, cracking his head on the floor with a thunk.

"Oops! Sorry about that! I hope, I didn't jolt you too badly?"

"Really? Oh, thank you so much!"

Mikael's irony was immediately answered by a hard kick of her boot.

"Shut up and wait until I have finished! I was going to explain to you, that I just might have changed my mind. I won't have you executed."

Although this information hit Mikael by surprise, he knew better than to say another word. A smile of triumph hushed over Nastasija's face when she noticed his submissive silence. But of course, Mikael couldn't see that from his inferior perspective.

All he could see was how one of her foot step over him so that his head got framed by her heavy boots from either side. Mikael couldn't resist the temptation to look up at her in awe. His gaze wandered slowly from the shining blackness of Nastasija's boots to her well-shaped legs, and her flat midriff and finally to her pretty face grinning down at him. She knew very well that from where he was lying, her body would look simply majestic.

“So instead of having you executed, I will keep you here in this room. I won't hurt you more than it is necessary to adapt your behavior. And I am even going to provide you with water and bread. So you actually will be able to survive my way of imprisonment for a long amount of time.”

Mikael just kept starring up at her, neither knowing was do say nor think.

”The sad part of the story is that I won't provide you with anything else. So like a sailing man of the Columbus-age, you will slowly but surely suffer scurvy. Due to a lack of essential minerals and vitamins, you hair will fall out , your muscles will weaken and finally you will also loose your teeth. Then your body will soon be just to wrecked and you will die under my supervision.

So long I will take care that no-one else lays a hand on you. You will become my favorite experiment! Isn't that just great?"

The light of the lamp sparkled in Nastasija's dark eyes. She looked like she would be the devil herself.

“But... that would take months. You... you just can't leave me here for such along time. People will look out for me?”

“Really? I hardly think so! You have no permanent address and your family that had spread itself around whole Southern Russia. No one will miss you. So you're nobody here! But why don't we just try out to keep you here for a couple of months and see who is right in the end?”

“Please! No!”

But Nastasija wasn't listening to him any longer. Instead her thoughts daydreamed away: “Have I already told you that my private quarters are right above this room? So when you finally die from scurvy and your poor soul wants to go to heaven, it have to try getting around me first. And I will take you soul with me into hell!"

Full-throated and hearty, her mockery echoed in the empty room.

“Please! Have mercy on me!”

“Shut up and look at me!” She wanted his full attention now, he turned his gaze upwards again. She stepped backward and then lowered herself slowly, looking at him all the time. It was like she had hypnotized him, he was unable to do anything but watch this goddess over his life and death lower herself onto his chest. She pinned his upper arms with her shins, knelt over him, carefully placed each of his wrists in the crook of her knees and lowered her full weight onto his chest, thighs gripping his face.

She sat there, hands on hips, her crotch a few inches from his nose.

"Comfy, my love?" she asked, voice dark with menacing humor. "I hope so, since I am considering to keep you in this perfectly vulnerable position for the most remaining moments of your pitiful life."

Mikael wanted to speak up, but he was quickly shut up by her left palm firmly sealing up his mouth.

"You better don't utter another word. I still have my knife handy and the way those balls of yours are stretched out, they'd pop off very easily."

This was the moment when Mikael closed his eyes in total surrender. He now knew for certain that he was going to die here. All hopes in him have died.

[ TWENTY-FOUR HOURS ]

Exactly twenty-four hours later Alessia re-appeared to the scenery of Jurij’s transfer under Nadja’s reign.

She found Jurij’s motionless body, bound by his wrists to the trunk of the tree and his elbows cinched painfully close by his bonds.

His head was bowed down like he was dead.

Quickly Alessia run to him and lifted his head. To her relief Jurij was quietly sobbing and moaning. He was totally outworn, but still alive!

His moaning were quieted by a horse bridle that was firmly locked around his head by a chain. Drool was flowing out of his mouth, mixing with tears falling down his cheeks.

Nadja must have just left him here to stew in his misery.

Alessia felt so sorry for him. Sorry that she had put him at the mercy of a foreign woman without even considering such fatal consequences. But it was too late now. All she could do for him was to untie his ropes and free him from his gag.

As soon as his bound arms had been untied, another shock waited for Alessia: Jurij’s back and ass were covered and criss-crossed all over with very painful looking welts. The welts must have been throbbing and hurting terribly on his flesh as they were still blazing deeply even now.

In the meantime Jurij found back his consciousness.

“Thank god, you are here!” he mumble through the horse bridle, as soon as his half-opened eyes had discovered his Commandress. “Do you have some water? Please! I am so parched!”

Alessia hurried to ungag him, but somehow the bridle wouldn’t come off. It’s solid chain was locked by a padlock to which only Nadja could have the fitting key. Alessia grew nervous. There was just no sight of Nadja nor of any water around. So how could she help him?

“Ah – I remember a little brook just a few minutes from here! Just let me help you up and I will bring you there!”

With his tipsy legs, she had to carry at least half of Jurij’s weight on her shoulders. He was much heavier than she had expected. Only with the mobilization of all her strength she managed to tow him to the brook.

Immediately Jurij dropped to his knees, dragged his whole head into the water and sucked it in even through the interfering bridle.

When his thirst was satisfied, a much more merciful Alessia wanted to free her Jurij from his KTB as well. With eager will she reached for his pants and yanked them down over his still burning thighs, revealing his swollen balls and tortured cock in its KTB restrainer. To Alessia’s horror she had to learn the her key didn’t fit into the padlock anymore. Someone seemed to have glued it with some paste.

“Oh – I see you have already re-found your prisoner! Thanks again for borrowing him to me – we had such a nice time together.” Alessia suddenly heard Nadja’s gleeful voice from behind.

Furiously Alessia turned around and barked: “What have you done?”

“Like I said – we just have had some fun together. No need to freak out!”

“But... What... What on earth did Jurij do to deserve such a rude whipping?”

“He was argumentative, refused to abide by my commands, and he is asshole’s cousin, what more reasons do I need.”

“And how could you leave him like this alone in the wood then?”

“I just wanted him to really appreciate the relentlessly growing burn from the thigh stinger of my crop. But as it’s pain will even slowly intensify over the next few hours before the burning might eventually ease, I needed to give Jurij a little time for himself.”

“Time to recover from the damages you have caused him, you mean! Why does is not surprise me that you have broken our deal to keep Jurij physically unharmed during your custody?”

“But he is physically unharmed, or at least nearly unharmed.”

“Shut your foul mouth! You have broken your pact, you ungrateful bitch!”

“Hey, hey, hey! There is no need to get rude. I haven't broken our pact. I just added a few more bargains to it!”

“If I was planning to be rude, I would have called you an ungrateful whore instead of an ungrateful bitch. Now give me the key to unchain the bridle around his head!”

“Sorry, but I can’t find it anymore.” Nadja replied with a smirk on her face.

“You are just playing for a nice bribe, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps! So maybe giving me your mare would help me to remember where I have placed the fitting key?”

“What? My mare? You must be kidding? You don’t know the first thing about MY mare”

“I am afraid that I am not kidding, I know horses. You don’t have much possibility to negotiate here. I know that you secretly love your mal'chik more than everything else, I assume that your horse will be a very fair price, don't you agree? So why don’t you just give me your horse. Then you can unrestrain your weepy mal'chik and keep him for yourself. He wasn't such a spectacular toy for me anyway!”

“Fine, If, giving you the mare gets you the hell away from us, take her, but give me the damn key.

But...”

“Of course I also won't be able to spend seven days in your service as we now have become ‘business partners’!”

“Whatever! Just give me this damn key and then get the hell out of my sight!”

Jurij tried to tell Alessia about the glued padlock of his KTB. However Alessia gave him a look like he had never seen before, which to him meant shut up this instant. He wisely chose to not try to talk. Alessia petted him on the head as he quieted down letting him know she was pleased.

“Great!” Nadja cheered. “So bye for now and let me just add that it was a pleasure to make deals with you!” Nadja cheered and turned around – walking right to Alessia’s horse.

Alessia turned around to Jurij and smiled at him sympathetically.

“Hands behind your hand, my mal’chik!” she gave her order, which was promptly obeyed by Jurij.

After she had unlocked the bridle, Jurij’s weak voice started to mumble: “Thank you, Alessia! Your help came in the last minute. I couldn’t have taken the misery any longer! But how are we going to get me out of the KTB? Nadja had glued the padlock!”

“Oh shit! I have totally forgotten!”

With that she placed her thumb and index finger around the KTB and studied his member intently.

“Maybe I can scratch out the glue with my knife?!”

"Yeah! That could work!" he answered with hope in his voice.

She placed the top of her knife in the lock and turned it around. Jurij’s cock was ready to be freed and his anticipation built up. But all that happened was a load clicking of the blade against the iron of the padlock.

"Well it seems that we won’t free the padlock from the glue that easily. So I am afraid the KTB will have to stay on. Sorry, my dear!" Alessia suddenly concluded, giving his cock a good shake.

His frustration was showing, his eyes begging, pleading her to give it another try. But she was done with trying. The idea of keeping Jurij locked up without any hope for release was so much fun for Alessia.

With her knife still in her hand, her arms went behind his neck, pulling him closer towards her warm body. He felt the tip of her tongue on his ear lobe and slowly tracing up the outer edge, back down and she whispered in it: "You need to cum real bad don't you, my little mal’chik? You want to feel my hot pussy around that big hard cock don't you?"

“Yes!”

With that she rudely pushed him away and said: “So I better stop making you hot, because there will be only frustration waiting for you in the end!”

Jurij’s mind knew that she was right, still his body couldn’t get enough of Alessia’s teasing.

“Maybe you want to climb into the cold water and see if it ease your painful erection a little! Or are you already to continue our walk southwards?”

“Whichever my Commandress prefers!” was Jurij’s dutiful responded.

She walked over to him, looking him directly into his eyes: “You have few opportunities these days to make choices… Take advantage when a choice if offered.”

“Thank you, Commandress!” he mumbled and climbed into the water. Alessia was correct - his cock began to shrink inside the water. The bad part of the story was that his penis and balls tried to retract when he climbed back out. But there was no avail - the bracelet kept his penis out, painfully reminding him that even now, his cock kept firmly locked.

While Jurij was permitted to wrap up in her blanket, Alessia began to cook the remaining scraps of bread, cheese and dried meat for supper. Every now and then she would walk over to him and bring a new hot stone to put under his blanket to keep him warm.

Still Jurij couldn’t find any peace. His bruised and battered backside made it hard to lay on his back whilst his locked penis made it hard to lay on his front, but, for all that these disturbed him they were nothing compared with his need for release. His hand strayed to the KTB at his groin but, however much as he tried, his attempts just made it worse.

When the food was ready, Alessia and Jurij sat together by the fire, eating their dinner in absolute silence.

After they had finished, Alessia spoke: “Jurij, I would like to have some nice moments with you if you are feeling up to giving me pleasure.”

Mikael's cock was yet again starting to swell, but as it filled the KTB again the ruthless teeth bit into it and he sucked in air and grinded his hips. Alessia noticed the deliciously provocative jerking movement and smiled to herself knowing full well what was causing it.

“I won’t order you to bring me pleasure this evening, but if you would like to, I would enjoy you doing it.”

“Yes Commandress, I would like that, but…may I ask you something first.”

“No you may not. I am not much interested in having conversation, I am however interested in you utilizing your tongue for something else though.”

He dutifully crawled up between her legs. Alessia’s hand firmly planted his head where she wanted it, crying out again and again as his tongue found its mark. After nearly half an hour and several long orgasms, Alessia pushed his head back and lay gasping in the grass that supported her body.

He had just provided the best orgasms she could remember, even with a pained look on his face the entire time.

After Jurij had almost exhausted her from cumming so many times, she asked: “What’s the sour face for, mal’chik?”

He continued with his tongue service and refused to answer her. She grabbed a handful of his hair pulling hard  upward so he was forced to look at her. Jurij’s face was covered in her wetness and his body trembled like it might explode very soon.

“Haven’t you learned by now, when I ask a question, I expect an answer?”

“I have! I really have! But I didn’t want to tell you that my penis hurts so much by the KTB.”

Smiling at his silent misery, Alessia tried to calm: “I know. But in a couple of hours we will arrive in Saratovskaya. There a Red Army unit is holding the town, so we might have a chance to get professional help to solve your little problem. So don’t you worry yourself too much about your locked-up cock. You should better use the remaining time to take some rest.”

Still it took two more hours of resultless worrying until the sheer exhaustion of his mind and body finally allowed Jurij to sleep, painfully on his side - his knees curled in a fetal position.

[ WELCOME TO SARATOVSKAYA ]

A soft kick woke Jurij before dawn.

“Wake up, sleepy-head! We have a long day ahead!” Alessia's quiet words came from above. He stood slowly, his entire body shaking. The arms were sore, his legs were stiff and it hurt painfully to move.

“Hurry up! We’ll have leave now if we want to get to the city of Saratovskaya before dark!” Alessia urged him impatiently while she was helping him to his feet. At the same time she took care that her body would accidentally stroke his organ at every little opportunity there was, so that his swollen balls was soon urging for release and the ache in Jurij's legs became nothing compared to the ache in his testicles. That was the condition Alessia wanted Jurij to bear during their long march.

It was already late in the afternoon when Alessia and Jurij came over the crest of a small hill and finally looked at the roofs of Saratovskaya shining at the horizon. Just a few minutes later they entered the city gate and found themselves in the middle of a busy marketplace which was filled with hundreds of people desperately looking for food. The whole city seemed to be so crowded with begging refugees that the supply of food, water and living quarters must have run out very soon.

“Alessia?” a female voice suddenly shouted out from behind. Alessia and Jurij turned around in surprise and directly looked at a woman dressed in a sophisticated looking red jacket with brass buttons and an oversized pointed collar. Two uniformed bodyguards surrounded her.

“Nastasija! You’re alive!” Alessia cheered.

“I am! And so are you! I am so relieved to see you back! I have worried so much for you since the White Army had taken over Yekaterinodar.”

Grinning as Jurij she added: “And I see you also brought your toy!”

The taunting look of her eyes let Jurij know that he would have to face some very though days in the charge of Nastasija.

Stepping forward, she grabbed his chin and examinated him like a cattle.

“Would you borrow me your toy someday, Alessia?” Nastasija asked in her most innocent voice.

Only the though of being left at Nastasija’s mercy made Jurij whimper. To his relief he heard Alessia answer: “Sorry, Nastasija! But I haven’t made such good experiences with borrowing my toy to someone else!”

“Really? That’s a pity! Because I start to think, that Jurij looks even cuter than the Alexandrovich-toy that I got for myself.”

“You got yourself an own Alexandrovich-toy? Who is it?”

“Oh – as I won’t release him into freedom again, I don't care for his name very much!” Nastasija grinned back. Her grin even turned into a laughter as she saw the shock in Jurij's face that her rude comment had just caused! And Jurij was shocked indeed: A member of his family in the hands of this insatiable and unpredictable woman was just too much for him to take!

“What... I mean, how... Where... is this member of my family now?” Jurij finally stammered.

“As long as no-one allows you to ask questions, you better keep you mouth shut!” was Nastasija’s snippy answer before she turned her full attention back to Alessia, leaving Jurij at the mercy of her two bodyguards

The obvious strength and coldbloodness bodyguards intimidate Jurij. They really didn't looked like someone to argue with, at the same time the seemed to be very eager to follow every of Nastasija's commands without question.

Jurij was still thinking about the way Nastasija could have archived such mindless devotion when one of the bodyguards roughly grabbed him by the arm and pushed him to move forward.. Nastasija and Alessia had started a little walk and Nastasija's guards made sure that Jurij would follow them in a ‘respectful’ distance of five meters.

Alessia on the other hand didn't seem to care about Jurij's fate any longer. She was fully lost in her chat with Nastasija and all that was left of her was the sight of her back.

Due to the noises of the market, Jurij could only understand a few fragments of their conversation.

“What an unbelievable coincidence that I meet you again today. Just yesterday I though about you!” he still could Nastasija raving.

“You did? In which situation?” Alessia asked back.

“Oh – it’s a long story! But as we will still have to walk a while, it might entertain you. Yesterday I took my two guards and went hunting for pillagers. At random we came upon a lonely house. As lonely houses are an ideal hiding place for pillagers, I decided for a closer visit. And indeed the look of the front door was freshly broken. I creeped inside and caught a young woman grabbing all food from the kitchen into a wooden box. You should have seen her horrified eyes when I said ‘So you like to pillage…that’s against the law you know, punishable by death.’ !

Then the girl made a terrible mistake : she decided to run away. Quickly I threw her to the ground and tied her wrists behind her back.”

“Wow – she surrendered to you just like that?”

“No! Of course the girl tried to kick me, but soon she had to find out that I would not tolerate that. I stood on top of one foot and lifted the other one straight up. When she felt that she was going to split in two pieces, she started to shriek to not to do that again. So I allowed the foot to rest back on the ground, while I took another rope and tied her feet together. After I had tied her feet to her hands, I asked her whether she preferred a painful and slow or a quick and virtually painless death.”

“How generous from you to leave her this choice!” Alessia giggled.

“Of course there was a price to pay for a quick death. I ordered her to eat my cunt. If she would make me feel good, while I whipped the bottoms of her feet, I would grant her a painless death – otherwise she would have to suffer first.”

“So how has she passed your test?”

“You must know that the house had a porch with railing off its front – so I just had to seize this perfect situation! I picked the girl up by the ropes connecting her ankles and wrists and carried her to the porch. There I untied the connecting rope, pulled her pants down to her ankles and pulled up her half-naked legs upward to tie them to the porch railing. This way she had the optimal position to apply my riding crop to the bottoms of her feet. After twenty strokes I guessed that she would be sufficiently motivated to please me, so I sat down on her face and allowed her to lick my pussy. And indeed, she licked for all she was worth hoping to make me cum.

Okay – she was not someone you would call professional licker, but as my hands pulled her head deep into me, she soon thought herself how to use her lips, tongue and even nose to bring me pleasure. I let her continue until I came for the third time on the girls face. The work has left her totally exhausted. Knowing that she wouldn’t be walking anywhere soon, I stood up and untied her feet. Without saying a word, I used the same rope to make a hangman noose, which I wrapped it around her neck. Now she began sobbing uncontrollably.”

“No wonder! You must have scared the hell out of her!”

“I did! But after all that’s the fun of it, isn’t it? So using that hangman’s noose I dragged her to my horse and placed her on top of its back. Then I just needed to pull the rope over a branch of the nearest tree so that the girl was already stretched sitting on the horse. It was a great fun to see how the young woman wanted to plead with me, to cry out to me, but her pride forced her to stay silent. A short application of the riding crop to the mares ass later and the girl’s body was pulled off the horse. Since this moment her corpse is hanging in the tree in front of the house she was pillaging. While her mouth is still filled with my sweet cum.”

“How fitting!”

“And you still haven’t heard the best of it: Inside the stables behind the house the girl kept a beautiful mare that looks just like yours. So I checked the saddle bags and found Jurij’s diary! At this moment I knew that I had just executed the girl that must have had stolen the horse from my best friend Alessia!”

“Really? Then... this girl must have been Nadja!”

“You know her?”

“Let's say, I had the doubtful pleasure to deal with her. She really is a little bitch!”

“Hm – so I am happy that I could solve this 'problem' for you!” Nastasija laughed cheerfully at Alessia - without any hint of sorrow for her dead victim.

The conversation had left Jurij really scared. Could Nastasija really kill someone just as easily as she just had told. He knew that any law would be obsolete during the civil war and the Nastasija had grown very powerful, but the idea that she might had gathered enough power to become a judge over life and death was a totally new thought for him.

Lost in his worries he overheard the rest of their conversation. At least until Nastasija suddenly turned around and asked: "So could you already re-educate your little boy-toy into an obedient Socialist?"

Though Jurij tried hard to show no emotion, this question caused much mortification in his poor soul. It took endless seconds until Alessia casually answered: "I'm still working on it, but I think we have made very good progress during the recent days."

"Would you mind if I give it a thorough check?"

A thorough check? Jurij wasn't sure what Nastasija might be meaning by this ominous phrase, but he was sure that it wouldn't mean anything good for him. Fortunately his Commandress would never hand over his fate into the cruel hands of Nastasija, would she?

She would! Because just at the very next moment Jurij heard Alessia happy response: "Of course not! Try him out any way you want!"

But hadn't she promised to protect him from Nastasija's cruelty?

When Nastasija reached out to grab him by his chin, he desperately cried out: "Alessia! Don't forget what you have promised me!"

His yelling left a scary silence. Alessia, Nastasija and the two guards just looked at Jurij with shocked, ice-cold expressions. Then, out of nowhere, Alessia's hand slapped Jurij hard across the face.

"Have you lost your fucking mind to talk to me like that!?" she yelled in furious anger, that seemed to be very intended. She obviously wanted to save her reputation towards Nastasija by demonstrating a strict regime against her prisoner.

"But...I..." he tried to calm his Commandress, but his words were lost as he winced in pain from the sting of Alessia's hand.

Nastasija started to grin by the long and unforgiving look that Alessia used to further intimidate her already totally intimidated mal'chik.

Suddenly Nastasija's palm gently rubbed over Jurij's face where Alessia just had struck him.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Did Alessia hurt you too much?" she mocked.

Then without warning, Nastasija's comforting palm reached out and smacked him again at the very same place. Jurij felt the urge to hit back, but then again he was too afraid of Nastasija's guards.

"Don't you think that Commander Alessia Vasilieva can decide on her own who gets in charge of her prisoners?"

"Of course I do!" Jurij hurried to answer delicately, trying not to piss Nastasija off any further.

"I am glad that you agree. Comrade Two and Comrade Three! Would you guide this prisoner of Commander Alessia Vasilieva to my personal office rooms and prepare him for an interrogation for the ‘special cases’, please?"

Alessia giggled: "Comrade Two and Comrade Three? Why are you calling them like that?"

"Oh - a never can remember the real names of my guards. And beside: I also don't care for their real names!"

"Where is Comrade One then?"

"I had to kill him, because of his inadequate obedience. But enough about me! Let me show you your quarter for tonight - you must be still hungry from the long journey!"

"Oh, I really am. And I could kill for a hot shower as well!"

These were the last words that Jurij heard from his Alessia. There was no 'Good-bye' and no 'Take-care!” for him. She had just abandoned him to the mercy of Nastasija's rough looking bodyguards. Jurij's head was torn by conflicting thoughts. As Alessia was clearly breaking her promise to protect him, he as well wouldn't be bound to his loyalty-vow towards her any longer. So he formally had the right of trying to escape, yet escape seemed impossible as he was still guarded by Nastasija's guards, who were backuped by a whole unit of Red Army soldiers.

Therefore he decided to better play along for now and wait for a better chance to escape. Alessia would surely try everything she could to hunt him down, so Jurij would also need people who could support him with food and shelter after he had escaped. He thought of his cousin Mikael, who should be hiding somewhere within this region, but he did not know where exactly he could look for him. But without Mikael's help, every plan of escape would be pure suicide.

So for now Jurij had to face whatever Nastasija would have in store for him and with a little luck he hoped to get some information about the destiny of his family out of Nastasija in the meanwhile.

Only five minutes later they came to an impressive mansion in classicist style. A silver sign at the main entrance told Jurij that this building hosted nothing less than the head of Saratovskaya's Red Army Unit.

Still the guards lead Jurij through a side entrance that was quite hidden behind some trees. Before the revolution this house must have belonged to a very rich and influential member of the Czaristic system as every little thing inside just looked exclusive. Through a labyrinth of long corridors and little stairs Jurij was lead deeper and deeper into this building.

When they must had reached the basement ground, Jurij and his guards crossed other prisoners who were lead through the corridors just like him. Then there was another prisoner. And another. It seemed that half of the town must have been taken into custody by the Red Army. The gloomy look in their eyes caused an uneasy feeling inside Jurij's stomach. This basement of endless prison cells was indeed wrapped in an oppressing atmosphere. When Jurij had lost any orientation the guards finally stopped Jurij in front of a red door and made him enter. Behind the door laid a kind of office room which was darkened by a thick, red carpet and  velvet curtains in the same color. Every piece of furnish inside the room was made in a  dark baroque-style. It looked like the conspiracy room of a queen. Instinctively Jurij knew that he was now inside the personal office of Nastasija. It was an indescribable way is was a very intimidating experience.

Jurij's two guards on the other hand didn't seem to have any problem of intimidation as they were pushing him onto the chair behind the heavy wooden desk in the middle of the room.

Within the next minute they reached in to the upper drawer of the desk, grabbed an old leather belt, wrapped the belt around Jurij's arms over his elbows and buckled it tightly to the chair. Then they did the same with his legs and just  left the room, leaving Jurij alone with his worries. He knew that he now was facing Nastasija's torture and he also knew that he could withstand it. No torture could last forever, and when his soul passed he would go to heaven and meet his ancestors again. But Jurij still did not want to die. And he especially did not want to die at the hands of Nastasija and allow her to have a triumph over him in their competition for Alessia's affection.

But then again nothing happened. Instead of torture and death, Jurij faced only loneliness  and boredom. Well, after some endless waiting the boredom started to become some kind of torture, but definitely the kind of torture Jurij had expected. It must have been hours before someone opened the room door and the silhouette of a woman appeared in the blinding-bright light that suddenly flooded through the door-frame. It was Nastasija. The leather of her polished army boots glittered dangerously in the light! Jurij was still hoping that Alessia would appear as well and protect him from Nastasija's wickedness. It was one of this hopes that ended in bitter disappointment.

“Well, I see you have already sat down and made yourself comfortable.” she mocked him with a childish grin. “Would you like a drink? Tea, or something stronger?”

“I... take a whiskey then.” Jurij answered, in hope that the alcohol of the whiskey would prepare him a little for Nastasija's sadistic games to come.

With a smile oozing charm she disappeared through a side door, that probably lead to an adjoining kitchen.

One minute later Nastasija reappeared with a tumbler a third full of whiskey. With gentle care she placed the tumbler against the lips of the still tied-up Jurij, who took a fair mouthful of the golden liquid. Nastasija grinned at his desperate thirst. She would made sure that Jurij had to earn every other sip of whiskey from now on. So she pulled up a stool opposite of Jurij's chair and took a seat.

“Now tell me, Jurij: Isn't Alessia an unbelievable hot girl?”

“Well... I guess...”

“Oh come on! We both know sexy she can be. And don't forget her incredible way to kiss!”

“I don't know if I want to talk about that right now.”

“Oh? Ups! I guess she isn't kissing you that way anymore. That's really too bad.” Nastasija mocked in faked sympathy. “But don't worry, I will take good care for her romantic and sexual needs. Right now, Alessia is peacefully sleeping in my bed and I must say, that I can hardly wait to let my tongue discover every curve of her body.”

Nastasija's cruel teasing didn't fail its purpose. Jurij's mind went crazy in jealousy. Why did Alessia gave her body to Nastasija so willingly? Why she trying to punish Jurij for his flirt with Nadja? Or was there really something in Nastasija's aura that made her so much more desirable in bed compared to him? Anyway - just the picture of HIS Alessia sleeping in Nastasija's bed was enough to drive him mad. With wide opened eyes he desperately looked at Nastasija - his successful opponent in the battle for Alessia.

But Nastasija didn't seem to care for his desperation anymore. In total calmness she asked: “So has Alessia's re-education-program for you shown any progress within the last days?”

“W...What?”

“Have you learned how to become a better citizen in a socialist society?”

As Nastasija's boots had already been perfectly positioned for a heavy kick against Jurij's defenseless legs, he

instinctively knew that this would be a question to answer with strategy instead of honesty.

“I have learned to a respect the authority of the socialist peoples commission.” Jurij declared, while he kept starring at black-marble-like shining of Nastasija's polished boots. He noticed that he was also directly looking into the reflection of his fearful face.

“Mind if I test your new respect towards the socialist people a little?”

Nastasija's boots actually seemed to be lurking for a reasonable answer to do kick out at him.

“Hmm...no...?!” he answered hesitantly, which must have been the right response as her boots still remained where they were.

“Oh – look at you. You are freaking scared of me! That's so cute!”

“I... I am not scared.” Jurij tried to state, although his voice didn't sound very confident.

His weak but stubborn resistance amused Nastasija. A playful grin rushed over her red lips when she answered: “Very well! Then let us find out how brave you really are!”

Jurij wasn't sure whether to feel relieved for passing her interview unharmed or to feel worried for the things that were about to come.

“Ah – and before I forget: You will have to remain silent from now on.” Nastasija added, while she bent down to him to kiss him on the nose, much to his shock.

“But don't worry. I believe you will be wise enough to pass this test unharmed. And as I kind of like you, I promise that I will become a forgiving mistress to you.”

With that Nastasija stood up again and reached into the desk drawer for some set of ropes.

“Okay, first I'll take off the belt around your chest, but only so I can tie your wrists using rope instead.”

Instantly Jurij felt that this was his chance to escape!  When he felt his body getting free from the chair he tried to flip Nastasija off him and take charge of the situation. She must have seen it coming, because she quickly turned around and kicked the heavy soles of her boots right into the groin. Jurij was too much in shock and pain to prevent Nastasija from digging her nails into the back of his head and pushing his face hard down onto the ground.

“You better understand that I'm in charge here and that it will be easier for you if you quit fighting. Besides it is useless, you will not escape if I don't want you to.” she hizzed while she slowly re-placed the belt around his neck. Jurij's shock got even increased by the firm contact of her lithe body and of restricting leather around his throat.

“There, that is better!” Nastasija cooed in Jurij's ear while he heard the leather stripe slip through the buckle of the belt.

“Now whenever you try to resist me again, I'll just have to tug a little at this belt and you will be cut off air. So better think twice next time.“ came the harsh threat from above.

As soon as Jurij stood up, Nastasija had grabbed the belt and pulled him towards the side door, using the belt around his neck like a lead. While he obediently followed her, Jurij was acutely aware of his senses, much more than normal. And terrified of what was going to happen next.

Behind the door laid a whitewashed room, empty, but well lit. Jurij's eyes swiveled around the room, drinking in the scene and only one moment later his attention was caught by a chair standing in the middle in the room. A foreign person had been tied to that chair. His whole back was bruised with the marks of a cane. In fact this person looked nearly as abused and violated as Jurij must have looked after he got his one day of 'special treatment' from Nadja. But as Jurij only could see his backside, he didn't had a clue about who this person could be. This all seemed so weird to Jurij.

Nastasija steered him to that chair, granting Jurij a closer look. Then they moved around and suddenly recognized the tied-up man. It was Mikael!!! For god's sake!

With his pale skin and bruised backside he just gave an awful sight. In total shock Jurij looked back at Nastasija. She just smirked at him as Jurij's mouth opened but no protests came out. He was well and truly in over his head.

When Jurij finally made to say something, she stopped him by holding a finger on her lips.

“Psst! I said, be silent!” she reminded him. “Or I might have to give you the same treatment I have just given your cousin, here.”

Jurij stood there with his legs together – tightly together – just as this gesture would protect him from the imagined and real hazards his body was just in. He was completely horrified, appalled and at the same time fascinated at this situation -  all emotions came at once.  And Nastasija's superior grin inside this scary room did much to emphasize his feelings that he was out of control. In fact it wasn't so much her grin that freaked Jurij out, but her look. It were her dark  eyes that seemed to penetrate his soul. They were so dark, …so irresistible, ...nearly supernatural.

Underneath his trousers his cock became painfully hard inside the KTB-cage.

“Does it hurt?” Nastasija mocked, much to Jurij's surprise.

“Alessia has told me about your little 'issue' regarding your cock-cage and it's lost key.”

Alessia had told her already about the KTB? Jurij felt so betrayed! Why was Alessia treating his dignity in such a dismissive way? But then again, Jurij knew that he just couldn't afford to be mad at Alessia as long as he was in such delicate situation. No matter how much she would play with his feelings, he still fully depended on her favor. Because without it, he would be doomed to become another victim of Nastasija's malice.

And Nastasija was keen to ensure that Jurij would get quite a good impression of her malice during this evening. Slowly she placed herself before him and traced the tip of her crop around his caged penis. Jurij didn't dare look her in the face but hung his head. However his deep sense of shame couldn't prevent that his penis began to swell. As it filled the cage the stinging pain of the iron spikes came over him.

“So how does it feel to be locked-up without any chance of release?“ Nastasija grinned, obviously fascinated by the distress that she was just causing.

“It's... em... un... unpleasant!?” Jurij tried to find a fitting word that wouldn't satisfy Nastasija's mischievousness too much.

“You know... when I caught Nadja, I haven't only taken the horse from her?” Nastasija indicated with a knowing smile on her face.

What did she mean? Did she....? Did she really have the key to his KTB? Jurij was hoping.

“If you eagerly follow all my command through this night, I might be willing to grant you a present that you would find very releasing!”

Oh god! Nastasija has the key! Jurij thought.

“But first things first! As I have promised you already, you will  now get your chance to prove to me that you have become a good socialist. As a good socialist you will have to love the Red Army and to hate any of it's enemies. In fact you have to hate them so much, that you are ready to fight them no matter how friendly or helpless the enemy appears to you. One of the enemies of the Red Army is this man on the chair. Until today you have known him as your cousin Mikael, but by today you will only know him as your personal E-N-E-M-Y!”

Jurij shuddered at her words, but that didn't impress Nastasija. Quickly she had selected a long whip from a rack on the wall and placed them into Jurij's hands

“I you are living under my command I will grant you the privilege to try out my favorite whip on your enemies back.”

Jurij took the whip, but didn't dare to actually whip his defeated cousin.

“I expect at least fifty heavy strokes. For every stroke that you don't deliver on Mikael, he will get two strokes out of my hand. So you won't save him any pain if you refuse to whip our common enemy. The only thing that will happen, is that your bad progress concerning your re-education pisses me off! And believe me: You definitely don't want to see me pissed off!”

Jurij took another look at Mikael. As he was firmly gagged, he couldn't say anything, but Mikael's pleading eyes were already enough to cause a feeling of sickness in Jurij's stomach.

“Don't forget who has the key to your KTB!” Nastasija warned, as Jurij still didn't showed any effort to start whipping. Then she stepped forward and let her forefinger run down his spine,  just to his buttocks. Jurij shuddered and clenched. Nastasija did it again, while she whispered:

“I know that you don't want to hurt your own cousin because I want to remain yourself some dignity and pride. Anyway, I think your dick has a different opinion. To be pushed over your limits by a woman like me turns you on, you kinky man. You love to become my willing tool in this game! Am I right?”

He nodded his head. “Yes, Commandress Nastasija!” That was strange thing for him to confess, but the implements of torture hanging on the far wall were enough to prompt the correct response.

“So just relax and follow your cock. A little whipping won't damage Mikael more than he already is. And who knows? Afterwards your cock might even be able to enjoy my good-will!”

Slowly but surely Jurij raised his hand for his very first stroke.

Twenty minutes and thirty-nine strokes later, Nastasija stopped him: “Well done my eager socialist! But now I want you to deliver the last ten strokes directly across Mikael's face!”

“What? No way!”

“Actually I have saved Mikael' face especially for you. I think it is only appropriate to leave the destruction of his beautiful visage to a member of his own family.”

“But this is my cousin here. It's wrong! I mean: please don't misunderstand me. I am still a loyal fighter for our socialist ideals. But...”

Nastasija laughed aloud, a laugh full and hearty. "I have heard frogs croak in the muddy edge of a pond. I could not tell what they meant, but there was as much sense in their voices as in yours!”

Jurij just stood there like a block of frozen ice, so Nastasija explained him: “However – it is your choice. If you refuse to deliver the ten strokes on your cousin's face, I will get him twenty instead! And for you I guess, every chance to get out of you cock-cage again will be missed.”

The scaring prospect of staying locked-up in this cock-cage was just too much. Jurij couldn't allow that to happen! So after only a short moment of hesitation he stepped around Mikael until he stood directly in front of him. In the next moment he lifted the whip and let its end hit against Mikael's face.

“Was was that? You barely hit him at all! I've you want me to start counting at all, you will have to hit much harder!” Nastasija shouted at him.

A second hit against Mikael's face followed. Instantly Jurij looked out for Mikael's reaction. He was in a state of pure pain, but still conscious.

“HARDER!”

What? Even harder? Jurij wasn't sure how he should whip his cousin's face any harder.

“I want his face to always remember your whipping!” Nastasija clarified.

Jurij wasn't sure that Mikael would ever forgive him. In his despair, Jurij felt that he was close to tears. But after all, Jurij had been forced to whip his cousin like that, hadn't he? Jurij's hands began to tremble nevertheless.

Then he closed his eyes and whipped out with all might.

“That's it! So go on! And don't hold back! I want to see real scars on his face!” Nastasija encouraged.

But Jurij didn't even dare look Nastasija's face any more. He just closed his eyes and mindlessly let the whip lash across his cousin's face while counting to ten. After the last hit, he heard Nastasija cheer: “You have done it! So how did you like whipping the enemies of a Socialist Russia?”

Jurij had to force his eyes open, looking for the scale of his destruction. It was horrible. Mikael's face had become bruised, his eyes swollen. All his breath seemed to be taken with screaming, pleading, imploring all of which was lost as the gag had muffled Mikael's cries. Jurij felt sick.

“How did you like it?” Nastasija kept mercilessly repeating her unanswered question. Once more her dark eyes seemed to penetrate Jurij's soul, lurking for a complete confession. Not wanting to piss Nastasija off, Jurij shamefully started to admit: “Well... It's nothing I feel proud of, but I guess it was a necessary act in our fight for a better society!”

“That wasn't my question. I asked, whether you liked whipping your criminal cousin?”

“No! ...well ...of course I liked to punish a criminal, I guess. ...but...”

“Oh – shut up! Let's inspect your work instead of listening more of your crap excuses!”

When Mikael saw through his watery eyes that Nastasija was approaching him again, tears of despair were added to his tears of pain.

For this moment though, Nastasija just strutted over to stand in front of him, her hands on her hips coldly regarded him with a callous smirk. But then she discovered Mikael's mounting fear and the pain in his eyes and she started taunting him: “Ah, poor little imperialist! Feeling the burn?”

He just glared at her, his eyes blazing in brief anger and hatred then fresh tears of hopelessness.

“It hurts to be beaten so hard by his own family, doesn't it?” Nastasija kept mocking him. In return Mikael sobbed something into his gag, but Jurij couldn't really understand what his cousin was trying to say.

“Please, Nastasija! Don't you think that you have already relished enough misery to Mikael?” Jurij desperately plead to Nastasija, trying to save Mikael from his complete devastation at least.

This brave intervention earned him an ice-cold look from Nastasija's eyes.

“I said 'SHUT UP!'” she suddenly barked out much louder and angrier that Jurij had expected.

While Jurij was still recovering from his little show, Nastasija had already grabbed the whip and pulled it out of Jurij's hand.

“I am afraid that Alessia will really have to tighten her re-education methods on you if she wants to convert you into a useable socialist. Maybe I should help her a little over the coming days!” Nastasija hizzed at him in a most threatening voice.

Instinctively Jurij slightly raised his hands in silent surrender. Fortunately this gesture seemed to please her anger a little. Holding the whip still in her left hand, Nastasija's her other hand grabbed the end of the belt that was tied around his throat and with a firm tug Jurij was lead lead into a dark corner of the room. Taking a long rope from an iron shelf she began winding the rope around Jurij's wrists. Then she cinched the rope through the middle, over and over until all the rope was used up. There was absolutely no give when Jurij tested the rope. The knots were way to high up his hands to even attempt to reach. To complete her tie, she ran a rope from the frame of the iron shelf and tied the other end around his ankle ropes. This would effectively kept Jurij tied to the shelf.

“And now: Say 'Ah'!” Nastasija half-whispered.

When Jurij saw the gag, he clamped his jaws shut. He struggled the best he could, but there was no slack at all.

“You asked for it.” Nastasija smiled as she pinched his nose. Eventually he opened his mouth a fraction to breathe. Within the next second the gag slipped in and was secured at the back of his head with a buckle. Then Jurij heard the snap of a padlock.

After Nastasija had inspected her work and double-checked the knots she finally spoke. “You will learn more about your fate in the morning. For now you will just have to endure night – sharing it tied-up in the same room as your cousin. And I am afraid that he still might be a little pissed about you! So behave!”

With despair in his eyes Jurij watched Nastasija's awesome ass walk towards the doorway while her mighty boots echoed over the ground.

“Good night!” she laughed without even turning back.

Then she simply flicked off the lights and shut the door. Everything became black. Through the darkness Jurij could still hear Mikael's heavy breathing, He felt so sorry for what he had done to him. Being forced to injure his own family was really the most wicked way Nastasija could have tortured him. Still Jurij felt that, for the present at least, there was no hope of finding any protection from Alessia. He was totally at Nastasija's mercy now! Soon all kinds of thoughts were going through Jurij's head, but mostly just trying not to concentrate on the growing stiffness from his immobile arms and legs.

[ HAVING A 'GOOD NIGHT' ]

Meanwhile in a cozy room three floors above, Alessia was welcoming Nastasija with a enthusiastic kiss: ”You're back!”

“Yeah! I couldn't hold out any longer to come back here, knowing that such a sexy girl keeps waiting for me!”

And Alessia was looking sexy indeed. While Nastasija had taken care of Jurij, Alessia had relaxed herself under a Nastasija's personal shower. Then she had slipped into some more casual clothes that Nastasija had laid out for her.

Her new outfit consisted of red panties (which would sent older men's eyes darting away guiltily)  and a silken shirt.

To Nastasija's silent delight the shirt couldn’t stretch enough to encompass the swell of Alessia's firm breasts and still cover her midriff, so Alessia's midriff was left exposed from the belly button almost right down to point where her pubic hair might start. Nastasija was determent to take advantage of this enticing beauty.

“So what do you think of Jurij?” Alessia nearly whispered into Nastasija's ear after she had given her lover another longing kiss on the earlobe.

“He is lovely, smells nice! I hope you will also let me play with him over the next days!?”

“Sure! As long as he enjoys you! My little mal'chik and I surely have very much to learn from you.”

“You're welcome!” Nastasija answered, but her mind already seemed to be distracted by the undoing of Alessia's panties. Her manicured fingernails were nearly finished with opening the first knot of the silken ribbon-belt when she got interrupted by Alessia.

“But, Nastasija?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Do you think that I might damage Jurij's faith in me when leaving him to your hands without any explanation?”

“Hm... I guess I don't really know. But I do know that you shouldn't let his emotions take control over your actions!”

“You're right. But still...”

“Still what?”

“We still live in very troubled times. Maybe tomorrow the White Army takes over control again. Then Jurij would no longer be a prisoner of the Red Army and he wouldn't need my protecting guardianship anymore.”

“It borders on counter-revolutionary betrayal to even think about the possibility that the White Army could win this war. I never – ever – want you to speak like that! Still I see your point. Jurij is still very attractive, young man and as soon as he get's back his freedom he faces a promising future in our new society.”

“So what can I do to ensure his unconditional loyalty towards me.”

This question took Nastasija a few seconds of hard thinking before she hesitantly asked back: “You really want him to be yours for the rest of his life!?”

“Yes! Since the day I have borrowed him for one night to this bitch named Nadja Lukova I know that I miss him whenever he isn't at my steady beck and call. Therefore I also want him to find fulfillment only under my command.”

“Okay – here is a plan: Beside you the only backing Jurij still got left in this world is his family. If we cut him off from this network, he we be totally depending at your mercy. Originally I wanted to have a little fun with his brother Mikael for the next few weeks, but for you I am willing to organize Mikael's formal execution by firing squad by tomorrow.”

Nastasija words came out quietly as a faint grin forming on her succulent lips. Alessia still didn't understand. How was Mikael's execution making Jurij's dependency towards her any stronger?

Seeing the quizzing look in Alessia's face Nastasija explained: “We will publish in every newspaper that Mikael  Alexandrovich could finally be convicted as a criminal thanks to some very incriminatory statements from the witness Jurij Alexandrovich. This way Jurij's whole family will hate Jurij as a coward wimp who even betrays his own brother. I am quite sure that the partisans of the White Army will even set out a bounty on Jurij's head. He will have no other place of protection than in your custody!”

“And without the emotional backup of his family, Jurij will loose any rebellious spirit his spirit.” Alessia grinned back.

“I deeply hope so! In fact I am quite sure – if we do it right - Jurij will quickly loose any spirit of his own at all. Then the only purpose left for him will be to serve and cherish you.”

“You can be such a mean bitch sometimes!”

“Don't you like it?”

“Are you kidding? It makes me even hotter to be around you! But how can you initiate Mikael execution just like this? Hasn't there at least to be a trial or something?”

“Sure there has to be a trial! But fortunately I am the only young woman around a whole unit of needy soldiers. So it wasn't really hard to even entice the head of the military tribunal with my feminine charms. He is not a very attractive kind of man, but as long as I can keep him believe that he might have a chance to get me into his bed someday, he is eating out of my hand. It just takes me a little hint and Mikael's chances at the trial will be doomed.”

Alessia couldn't explain why this sudden evil streak of Nastasija turned her on so much, but she also had to admit that she was a little scared of it in this moment.

“So you really would give up your toy Mikael just for me?”

“Well, he isn't so fresh meat anymore, anyway!” Nastasija said with an indifferent sigh.”His balls even have started to rot since I cut them off from his blood circulation.”

“You are so desirably vicious! I just pray never to become on of your poor prisoners!” Alessia declared in fascinated awe.

“Don't worry! To such a beautiful prisoner like you I would be especially caring!” Nastasija just answered with a most ambiguous grin while her hand slipped underneath Alessia's silken shirt. It was the same hand that firmly pushed Alessia onto Nastasija's bed one moment later and initiated a wild night full of forbidden pleasure between the two women.

[ ALONE ]

Jurij was awakened by a dull sound and some gagged crying. It was Nastasija, kicking the heavy top of her boot into Mikael's rib-cage.

“Change of plans! Instead of letting you rot here like I have promised you and like you would deserve it, you will get the generous gift of a free trial to explain the crimes you have committed!” Nastasija explained this early waking-up to Mikael in a matter-of-fact-voice that surely allowed no argumentation.

And as a barely conscious Mikael indeed didn't show any sign of resistance, his body was grabbed and dragged out of the room by two of Nastasija's guards. Without even taking note of Jurij, Nastasija walked back out of the room, not forgetting to carefully lock the iron door behind her. As if the tied-up Jurij would have had any chance of escape when the doors hadn't been locked!

Then Jurij was alone. In fact it was the first time that he was completely on his own since he had come back from war-imprisonment and met Alessia. And he couldn't remember a time when he ever felt so alone before. He missed Alessia. He knew that he should feel angry at her instead, but the more the loneliness of this cell overcame him, the more he longed to watch her voluminous brown hair flying through the wind again. ...and to hear again the sweetness of her voice when she called him 'her little mal'chik'. ...and to feel her fingernails again how they were playing with the sensuality of his skin.

But finally all of these thoughts and daydreams had only to end in the sad realization that Jurij was still bound on a iron frame inside a dark basement room.

Somehow Jurij felt relieved that it was Mikael and not himself who was brought to a trial. Still he wondered, what kind of a trial Nastasija would have in store for his cousin. At least he wouldn't have to suffer such boredom as Jurij had to endure right now. Alessia wouldn't have had forsaken him, would she? Maybe she was enjoying herself with Nastasija and Mikael while Jurij was long forgotten. As the hours went by, Jurij felt the urge to scream out his frustration just to know that he was still alive. But unfortunately he was still effectively gagged.

[ THE POWER OF GIVING IN ]

It must have been already late in the afternoon when Jurij finally heard the sound of boot steps echoing from behind the door. They were followed by the sound of a key slipping into the lock of the door. The key turned around and the door opened just for a slide. Two hazel brown eyes curiously lurked into Jurij's cell. Alessia! Finally!

Still gagged Jurij could only let his eyes express how happy and relieved he felt when he saw her again.

Alessia still must have liked the picture Jurij gave her, because the pair of lips turned into a sincerely smirk

With a light kick of her right foot she casually eased the door shut.

The delight of seeing Alessia again caused him an immediate erection. All his bad moods about her recent indifference towards his fate were overpowered by the sight of her beauty.

As the erection developed, the spikes of the KTB bit themselves deeper into his tender skin and made him wince in pain.

‘Does it still hurt you, darling?’ Alessia asked, while she let her fingers stroke through his hair, making Jurij quiver at her touch.

‘Hmm.’ Jurij only muttered thickly through his gag.

“I see!” Alessia cheered. “But fortunately I brought wonderful news for you, Jurij.”

During the endless seconds it took Alessia to release Jurij from his gag he thought about what these 'wonderful news' could be. When the gag finally plopped out of his mouth, he guessed joyfully: “You have got the key that will get me out of this mean chastity belt?”

“Oh yes! Nastasija returned them to me just yesterday!”

“Thank god! Please…take this thing off me!’ Jurij said, gesturing at the cage that enclosed his pulsing cock.

But Alessia just smiled and gently patted his head.

“Sorry, mal'chik! But I really like you this desperately and I want to see just what happens if I deprive you for

even longer.”

“What?”

“I said: 'I ain't gonna give up the fun to tease and denial your erotic senses a little bit longer!”

“But why are you telling me about 'good news' you have for me?” Jurij whined in powerless frustration.

“Because the news I have for you are even better!” was Alessia's short reply.

Even better? Jurij didn't understand. Alessia allowed herself to enjoy the quizzing look at Jurij's face for a few more moments, before she finally fished out a piece of paper from the inner pocket of her jacket and held it underneath Jurij's nose.

It was an official declaration signed by the Highest Soviet of Saratovskaya proclaiming that all charges held against Jurij  Alexandrovich as obsolete. Jurij looked up at Alessia curiously, not really afraid but confused.

“Read on!” she promptly commanded him.

When Jurij followed her command he had to read that this total absolution was reasoned by his 'significant support' in the criminal charge against Mikael Alexandrovich. Without Jurij Alexandrovich's accusing statements Mikael Alexandrovich wouldn't be convicted of his capital crimes that were now to be punished by death. Death? Jurij read on. By the time Jurij had fully read the text his face had became pale.

“Mi...  Mikael... ...is getting the death penalty?” Jurij finally re-found his words. “That's crazy! He never has done anything that bad!”

“Oh – the Trial of the Red Army thought so too unless you have accused Mikael for all these awful crimes!”

“What? But I haven't accused my dear cousin at all! Nastasija had forced me to whip him, but that's it!”

“Really? I guess Nastasija must have exaggerated your support in her yesterdays interrogation of Mikael a little.”

“A little??? We have to save Mikael! Please let me explain to the trial that my so-called 'accusations' were all lies!”

“Oh – I am afraid that it is already a little to late for that! The death penalty has been executed on Mikael just this morning!”

“No! Not Mikael! Why? Why haven't you told me?”

“I thought Nastasija would tell you.”

“She hadn't!”

“Well, you really missed something! To make the execution more interesting, Nastasija told Mikael that only one of six guarders would have a bullet in his rifle. Mikael had to pick five guarders for his execution. So if he would be lucky, he would randomly pick the five ones with no a bullet in there barrel. Nastasija's mouth curled into a cruel smirk as she saw the rapidly growing nervousness in Mikael's face when he realized that he had a chance of one to six to survive.”

“That's so cruel!”

“Wait – the best is still to come: Instead of letting the five guarders shoot at Mikael at the same time, Nastasija decided to let them shoot one by one, so that Mikael would have the chance to anticipate the fatal shoot over and over again. Just like a nice adaption of Russian Roulette!”

Jurij was disgusted by this unnecessary act of psychological torture, still his cock began to throb again underneath the trousers and tried to erect until the teeth of the KTB bit once more savagely into his flesh. Instantly Alessia had guessed what was happening as Jurij whimpered softly and smiled. She felt especially proud that her report of Nastasija's sadism was causing him so much excitement and misery. She was becoming aroused by his obvious distress herself as she smirked coldly at him and went on with her report.

“So when the first guarder pulled his trigger, Mikael winced in anxious fear. But he was lucky as no bullet shot out of the rifle. He was still trying to calm down when, Nastasija sighed in loud disappointment and began to rush for trying out the next gun. You should have seen Mikael's face at this moment! It was filled with pure terror. I have to admit that I felt my own excitement starting to leak between my thighs into my panties, when I saw Nastasija's grinning at Mikael with a look of ultimate power. Oh, how I love to witness this aura of superiority in her. She really is meant to rule over the fate of men!”

Jurij felt a little irritated by the unconcerned frankness in which Alessia indulged about Nastasija's questionable charms. Alessia however didn't seem to care very much about Jurij's worries, but went on:

“By the time the second  guarder pulled his trigger, Mikael's leg muscles were already quivering almost uncontrollably. Once more the barrel of the rifle was empty. 'Congratulations! Just three more shoots left and you have survived this execution!' was Nastasija's only comment. And Mikael kept being lucky as there was no bullet in the third rifle as well.

'Let's see what the fourth rifle has in store for you!' Nastasija almost purred in mounting ecstasy, delighting in the Mikael's obvious fear. Much to my surprise, even the fourth rifle didn't contain the final bullet. So there was only one more rifle to shot. It was all or nothing. Freedom or death! Nastasija however kept teasing Mikael mercilessly with little jokes until he was nearly freaking out. The fifth guarder had already placed his finger on the trigger, when Nastasija suddenly took a look at her watch and shouted at the guarders to take their lunch-break as they had to stick on the  official working rules. The execution would have to get postponed for this time. A few seconds later everyone except Mikael, Nastasija and me had left the room to take his lunch-break. Nastasija grabbed the rifle of the fifth guarder from the table and started to circle around Mikael menacingly, pressing the tip of the barrel casually into his ass and then dragging it around until it pointed at his hips. Her voice was low and measured, when she asked him if he had realized that this rifle contained the answer to his most urgent question. He quietly nodded, his face full of ice-cold fear. Nastasija continued to trace the tip of barrel down to his crotch as she walked around him. Then she made a surprising offer by asking Mikael if he would like her to shorten this execution up by letting her pull the trigger right now. Mikael glanced down as if to think about an appropriate answer, but Nastasija had quickly put the barrel of her rifle under his chin raising his head back up. Holding it there she stepped closer and coldly declared that she would take his silence as a 'Yes!'. Stepping back, she pointed the rifle's barrel directly against his forehead. One more time Nastasija licked her own lips in delicious anticipation before she ordered Mikael to make himself ready to receive the final truth. Mikael just swallowed. Finally he started to nervously whimper something but before I could understand a single word there was a loud BANG. And Mikael's body crushed down to the ground. His forehead was smashed by a bullet. He was dead.”

With that Alessia paused to watch Jurij's reaction on her words and smiled at him in supreme satisfaction when he returned her gaze with a look of horrified disgust.

“It sounds quiet ironic that your cousin died of the very last bullet before he would be free, doesn't it?”

“Yeah... It really does...”

“Well, when I told Nastasija about this irony she grinned back at me, just to tell me that there was no bullet in all of the six original weapons. When she sent the guarders to their lunch-break however, she quickly changed the fifth rifle with a loaded one that the had hidden behind a box. This way she made 100 percent sure that Mikael would be killed by the fifth rifle after a maximum amount of tension.”

“She... She tricked him?”

“Well, she hardly could return the freedom to a convicted criminal, could she?”

“But this way she broke a promise! This bitch surely have dishonored herself!” Jurij blurred out before he even realized the explosive power of his words.

Alessia glared coldly at him but didn't say a word. For a few minutes the only noise in the room was the loud clicking of her heels on the polished wooden floor as Alessia slowly walked around the still tied up Jurij. When she noticed that his body began quivering under the raising tension that her meaningful silence was causing, she declared:

“A promise to a lousy criminal like him is surely less worth than the dirt below my boots. So you better keep your cheeky mouth kindly shut up before you call Nastasija a bitch again!”

How she loved seeing all the anxious fears growing within Jurij and reflecting in his large terrified eyes.

“I'm sorry!” Jurij finally tried to apologize.

And indeed he managed to calm down Alessia's anger. In fact she even licked her lips in sweet triumph before she continued: “And besides: No-one cares for Mikael's fate anyway! All that counts is the fact that you are no longer a prisoner of the Red Army!”

“No-one cares for Mikael? My whole family will care! For them it will look like I am a most unscrupulous traitor who have even rat on his own cousin just to save his own skin.”

With superior indifference Alessia's cool gaze looked at him sideways over the collar of her military-jacket.

“Well, your family might think so! Especially since you also have burnt down your family's house just to get rid of the responsibility to protect the family's estate!”

“What? You know that I haven't done that! That have been the work of the White Army.”

“Yes, I know that. But your family doesn't know! And it will be very hard to convince them of you innocence in both cases. It more looks like you have changed the sides.”

“They gonna kill me! And even if not, some partisans of the White Army surely will!”

“What a tragic loss to the world!” Alessia sighed, leaving Jurij doubtful how ironic this comment would be meant to be.

“Please! You got to save me!”

A soft intake of breath from Alessia let Jurij know that she was a little enjoying his up-rising despair.

“Have I? Hmm... why should I?”

“Please! Alessia! Don't keep he hanging here! After all I have done for you!”

“You did all you have done for me because you had no other choice!”

“So what do you want?”

Alessia loved to see Jurij whimper a little too much to release him off the hook too easily. Slightly moving her head from left to right she spoke in a doubtful voice: “Hmm... Well... I'm not sure if you are really willing to pay my price!”

“I'll do anything you ask for in return! Just name your price, for god's sake!”

She just smiled and walked to the other end of the room and sat down in a chair. She crossed her legs and a stared at him, a new expression on her face. Now I was getting concerned for while she still smiled, it was now a look of cruelty.

“Okay – my protection will cost you nothing less but the surrender of your life. In fact I want you to accept a neurologist's diagnostics certifying that you are insane and that you therefore haven't the legal competence to incur any kind of liabilities.”

Jurij swallowed; this discussion clearly wasn't running well for him.

“I also want you to sign a formal document dated back two weeks ago in which you declare that in such a case you freely wish me to  take over the guardianship over your life. By the power of this declaration I will become the official guardian in your behalf, not only in control over all your finances, but also over your health and over your time schedule without requiring any of your consent.

And as you won't be a Red Army's prisoner of war any longer but a medical patient in my custody, there will be no hope for release when the war is over, No matter which party will win this Civil War you will always stay under my control – just like my personal bond-servant.”

“But... what will happen if you ever get bored of me?”

“Well, honestly: I will have to find a way to get rid of you! So after you signed this document, you better take care that this will never happen! So how do you decide? Do you want to go home and wait to get killed by an ambush or do you prefer to stay under my sweet command until the day I have no more use for you.”

Alessia's latest sentence forced Jurij to gulp, feeling sick and unbearably turned on at the same time.

Xxx

By the lovely sight of how she pull a streak of hair back behind her ear, he knew that he still wanted to be with Alessia – beside all the fear that she loved to inflict inside him.

When he felt his pulsing cock pressing painfully against the hard mesh of the cock cage, he gestured down at his crotch and quietly asked: “And this thing?”

The awkwardness of his question made Alessia smile. “'This thing' will stay on of course until you have earned yourself an appropriate reward! You wouldn't expect me to relish control over your sexuality, would you?”

The obvious silliness of his question made Jurij lowered his gaze until he was just starring dumbly at her long legs.

“I guess not!” he finally admitted “...but...”

“But?”

“But maybe I can just free me just for five minutes, just for one little moment of relief!”

Alessia giggled. “And why should I do this? After all it's you who has to bear the frustration and not me!”

“Maybe my tongue can give you some relief in return?”

‘No!’ Alessia declared, closing her thighs. ‘My pussy is still  a little tender from my yesterday's night with Nastasija. She really know who to satisfy a woman! God, she was so glorious, I came at least five times!’

Jurij grew instantly jealous but he knew that he couldn’t say anything the would make Alessia stop., Not finding any words to return, he kept staring longingly at that leathern straps at the top of Alessia's boots.

“Maybe I even should let Nastasija decide when to reward you with the next release. What do you think?” Alessia started teasing him.

“You're going to stay with Nastasija?”

“Why not?”

“She... she is … like pure evil. Please stay away from her. She surely is bad company for you!”

“Maybe I want to be surrounded by bad company!? Maybe I want to become 'bad company' myself!?”

These words made Jurij freeze. Alessia was surely enjoying her path onto the darker side of her character. It was this joy that scared him most.

“Please... Nastasija despises me. You can't force me to live with her!”

“Oh – I am afraid that you have not enough to bargain for any negotiation!”

“But...”

“No more 'buts'. It's time to make your decision!”

As Alessia still saw hesitation in Jurij's eyes, she leaned down to manipulate his visibly irritated senses a little more.

Her warm fingers began to cares the sides of his head. Friction melted his spine as her soft lips finally touched his dry mouth and her sweet perfume tantalized his nose. Adding these new sensations into the millions that were already swirling inside Jurij's head, her kiss turned his mind into a happy chaos

Jurij started to pull his legs up a little so he could counter-thrust into her more easily but his ties were to short, forcing his ass to fall back onto the hard ground.

Alessia used this opportunity to bend down over him and to grind her pelvis against his. By slowly raising the pressure of her  hips, she made sure that Jurij was wishing even more desperately that his counter-thrusts would be more powerful. Still he could barely keep up with her.

His effortless struggles made her slightly smile in amusement. Slowly her grip on his head became harder, as she leaned down to kiss Jurij another time. Alessia was determined to keep him controlled in her kiss as long as she could and Jurij was only happy to oblige.

Then Alessia's lips suddenly broke off the kiss, leaving Jurij hanging with an open mouth and closed eyes. It took several moments until Jurij had fully realized the absence of her lips from his mouth and began to blink unsteadily at Alessia. Smiling down at him she whispered “So make your final decision!”

Her words were underlined by a patting of his cheek, which was surprisingly affectionately rather than aggressively. Still Jurij felt so squeezed under the weight of her warm soft body that his mind refused to work clearly. He knew that he better shouldn't make such a fatal decision under these irritating circumstances.

Unfortunately his silence made Alessia only keener to press a statement of surrender out of him. Dragging her nails over his shoulders she rose up her body until her nails could squeeze themselves into Jurij's chest. Slowly she stared to ride him. ...and to ride him harder and harder, pushing him further into lust-driven insanity.

And then she suddenly stopped.

This time Jurij's body didn't care any longer for any rationalism of the mind. All it wanted was to melt in Alessia's warm embrace. To dissolve into her. To surrender to her fully.

And so Jurij couldn't help to hear the following words coming over his own lips: “Please! I'll sign whatever you want me to sign for you, Alessia. But... please...Let me feel you one more time.”

It were the words of the last free decision that Jurij ever made!