1. SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Author: 60ssexmoviechannel, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The truck was from France with French license plates. It carried cases of wine, although she hadn't actually seen any of the stuff. Possibly that's what the border police were drinking. Other calculations broke down in her head. She was exhausted from having psychologically resisted the advances of Rudy and his gross driver. And she was tired from having been unable to resist his sexual advances. Whatever else he was, Rudy was a phenomenal lover. She only wished the time and place had been more appropos. *** The next stop was deep inside of Russia. Half-starved and trembling, the girls were released in an enclosed courtyard. A gigantic man dressed in uniform with full Wellington boots and a pistol at his side walked up to greet them. He smiled and shook Rudy's hand. But none of the girls could imagine what he was smiling about. They were glassy-eyed from lack of sl**p and crazed with hunger. Their eyes were dark with fear and their lips swollen from Rudy's constant beatings. Two other men in uniform, though of lower rank, if their demeanor could be trusted came out and drove three stakes into the ground. The girls were dragged each to a stake and had their bound arms fitted over it so that they stood at attention, their constricted breasts jutting out in the air. From somewhere off, a door flew open and three figures marched out. For the girls, the figures were wavy and indistinct, but they could make out a woman and two men. The man on the left was Oriental-looking, squat ...
    and wide-shouldered with huge dark drooping mustache. The woman was feisty and pinch-nosed. The man in the center had on a white uniform and wore a stethoscope around his neck. "Thank God," Ursula said through parched lips. Her beleaguered mind read him as a doctor, a man of compassion and understanding. "Oh, help us," Penny cried, her knees giving way as the vision before her turned into a waving white sheet between two bedposts. Tamara stared at the man in doctor's garb. Whoever he was, she didn't know. But, possibly, very possibly, he was the Dr. Kropotnik Rudy had spoken of. And, if her weary eye could be trusted, he was the real thing. A sadist. CHAPTER SIX "Welcome to Russia, ladies," the tall man in white coat said as he stretched his arms out wide in a greeting. "I trust your journey was comfortable." Tamara wanted to spit in his eye, but she hadn't the strength. Besides, he would surely make an example of her the way Rudy had done earlier. She was seriously worried about the other two girls. Demoralization was the worst enemy one could have in this situation. Demoralization was the first step a sadist would use to break a person's spirit... to make them a slave... as Tamara knew well. She had seen her mother do it often enough when she worked as a dominatrix. But this wasn't a brothel now. This was real life. Dr. Kropotnik ambled from one strung up beauty to the next, examining them with his stethoscope and checking their pulse. "Very good," he said, once his routine ...
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