Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Page B

confession
first.”
    Yuri flicked on the switch and set the various dials on the
generator to the lowest setting. A mild crackling sound was heard
in the chamber then Vicky let out a pant of panic. It was the shock
of the shock rather than the intensity of the current that made her
huff and puff. Her nipples and her pussy lips, her clit and her
vagina all tingled as the electricity flowed through them and then
it was suddenly cut off.
    “That was level one, Miss Fullerton. There are five more
levels to go. It would amuse my men if I were to take you through
them, but is it really necessary? I have the document here – agree
to sign it then we can move on to some fucking. You know deep down
you want my cock inside you. Why deny yourself the
pleasure?”
    “No! No! AHHHHHHH!” screamed Vicky as the switch was flicked
on again and one of the dials turned to level two.
    The pain was only on her nipples, spreading to hers breasts -
an intense fiery tingling on her sensitive buds. Vicky jerked
around in her bondage. It felt like she was being stabbed with
needles. She squirmed and writhed, struggled to get
free.
    “Stop! Please, stop!” she yelled.
    Yuri flicked the switch off and watched as Vicky hung limp
from her cuffs, her body glistening with sweat as it tried to douse
the fire of her torture.
    “Are you ready to sign the confession?”
    “Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded.
    “Level three then,” announce Yuri. “Or should I stay at level
two and apply th e current to your cunt?
The lips perhaps - or maybe the clit! No! Internally I think! Let’s
electrify that dildo! Are you ready for the blast?”
    “STOP!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!” screamed Vicky, the threat being
more than enough. “I’ll sign your confession.
PLEEEEEASE!!!”
    “Are you certain, Miss Fullerton? I do not wish to have to
attach you to this apparatus again. You are certain you will
sign?”
    “Yes,” whimpered Vicky.
    Yuri switched off the generator. Only then did Vicky break
down and cry hysterically. She cried the tears of a defeated woman.
Yuri Karinov watched her as she sobbed.
    ‘Defeated, but not yet broken,’ thought Yuri as he toyed with
the whip that still lay draped over his shoulder. ‘This leather
will still be needed before she welcomes me to her body and accepts
her enslavement. But welcome me she will. I will make her my whore
before this day is through... and then tomorrow I will make a whore
of her virginal sister!’

Chapter 7
    Vicky had thought her torment was over when she was released
from her bondage and painful clamps, and was brought to the desk
where a typed document lay. She signed without reading, knowing
there was little point in refusing. There was no way she could
endure more of the electrical torture. People would realise she had
signed it under duress; surely the document was meaningless. At
least that was the hope that she clung to as she signed the
confession then sank to her knees in total exhaustion at the feet
of her tormentor.
    Yuri inspected the signature and compared it against her
passport. The hand was a little shaky, but it was clearly the same.
Even a British court would accept this as a legitimate signed
confession should he ever find the need to produce it. A Mordavian
court would accept what Yuri told them to - this document was not
required for them. It was needed to silence public opinion outside
his jurisdiction if Vicky Fullerton’s arrest was ever to be made
known. And much more importantly, it was needed to assist in his
cunning plan which would lead to the conquest of the other Miss
Fullerton.
    Satisfied, Yuri locked the confession in the drawer of the
desk then returned his attention to Vicky. He gathered a clump of
her sweat drenched blonde hair and pulled her head backwards to
face him.
    “So, Miss Fullerton, you eventually saw sense. All the
suffering you chose to endure, however, and it was so unnecessary.
I trust we can now agree to proceed with the other part of this
session