airstrip, ten miles away.
Mikhail was told to keep the girl drugged until she was delivered to Viktor. She slept peacefully, unaware of her circumstances, and merely sighed when the plane’s tires bumped onto the runway in Russia.
Viktor looked at the sleeping young woman, curled up in warm flannel pajamas on his bed. He stripped her and retrieved a box from his closet. Securing black leather restraints onto her limbs and around her neck, he stood back to admire the craftsmanship. His family crest was on all of the bands, with ‘Dillon’ embroidered in gold thread on the collar.
Dillon had acclimated well to the facilities on the estate, and getting a supply of untrained women had been relatively easy. Mikhail now tutored under the cowboy, and the slaves they produced were almost equal in quality to the stock Dillon had provided through his mobile training on his rig. Still, Viktor had sensed a lingering haunting in the man’s dark eyes, and he thought this little slave might be the reason. She would make an excellent Christmas gift… and ensure Viktor the loyalty he craved.
Tiana came to with a slight headache, which she quickly dismissed when she realized her circumstances. She was naked and chained to a heavy bedpost by a collar, with her hands latched together behind her. As she struggled to her knees on the mattress, a man chuckled off to the side. Tiana stared at the man in shocked recognition, and she began to tremble and cry. “I see you remember me.” The thick deep accent sounded amused.
The horror she had managed to push to the back of her mind… only allowed to be thought of when she wanted to arouse herself… resurfaced fully as she looked silently into the man’s eyes. Oh, god. Oh, god… no. How could the Russian have found me? The thought that she was to be sold to Viktor had been the only part of her dreams about Dillon that Tiana had refused to think about.
“I have a difficult friend to arrange a gift for this season, and you are the only thing that I can think of to give him.” Tiana stared at him in mute terror. “Ah, I’m sure you agree that the cowboy’s unique tastes make him a difficult man to appease.”
Tiana looked around nervously. Dillon? Is he saying Dillon is here?
The big man continued, “And so, I send Mikhail to get you. He tells me you were living in an apartment not as big as my chambers. You will like living on a big Russian estate, I think.”
“I’m in Russia?” Tiana quivered.
“Do not forget your acknowledgements, slave. I am Master Viktor, and yes, you have the good fortune to be in my country.”
Viktor knew Tiana had been enjoying her freedom for several months, and that she had only a month of Dillon’s training before her rescue. He described to her how he expected her to comport herself that evening. Tiana was too terrified to disobey, and she found herself actually looking forward to Dillon taking her away from the man. When Mikhail came for her, she was bathed and wearing her hair loose down her back, with the leather restraints polished to a glossy finish.
The man led her to a room where she heard the Russian speaking, and several men’s voices joined into the conversation. Viktor saw Mikhail standing at the door to the parlor, with a glimpse of the girl behind him. “Dillon, I have not given you your gift yet.”
“Viktor, allowing me to use your home and getting me out of that mess in the States is certainly more than enough.”
Tiana’s pussy clenched and moistened when she heard his voice, and Mikhail noticed the anticipation in her eyes.
“Nonsense. It would merely be inconvenient to me, should you be interrupted from our business interests by incarceration.” The men laughed, but they all knew that for the most part Viktor was serious. He nodded towards Mikhail, and the men turned in their chairs to see what he was
Mikhail was told to keep the girl drugged until she was delivered to Viktor. She slept peacefully, unaware of her circumstances, and merely sighed when the plane’s tires bumped onto the runway in Russia.
Viktor looked at the sleeping young woman, curled up in warm flannel pajamas on his bed. He stripped her and retrieved a box from his closet. Securing black leather restraints onto her limbs and around her neck, he stood back to admire the craftsmanship. His family crest was on all of the bands, with ‘Dillon’ embroidered in gold thread on the collar.
Dillon had acclimated well to the facilities on the estate, and getting a supply of untrained women had been relatively easy. Mikhail now tutored under the cowboy, and the slaves they produced were almost equal in quality to the stock Dillon had provided through his mobile training on his rig. Still, Viktor had sensed a lingering haunting in the man’s dark eyes, and he thought this little slave might be the reason. She would make an excellent Christmas gift… and ensure Viktor the loyalty he craved.
Tiana came to with a slight headache, which she quickly dismissed when she realized her circumstances. She was naked and chained to a heavy bedpost by a collar, with her hands latched together behind her. As she struggled to her knees on the mattress, a man chuckled off to the side. Tiana stared at the man in shocked recognition, and she began to tremble and cry. “I see you remember me.” The thick deep accent sounded amused.
The horror she had managed to push to the back of her mind… only allowed to be thought of when she wanted to arouse herself… resurfaced fully as she looked silently into the man’s eyes. Oh, god. Oh, god… no. How could the Russian have found me? The thought that she was to be sold to Viktor had been the only part of her dreams about Dillon that Tiana had refused to think about.
“I have a difficult friend to arrange a gift for this season, and you are the only thing that I can think of to give him.” Tiana stared at him in mute terror. “Ah, I’m sure you agree that the cowboy’s unique tastes make him a difficult man to appease.”
Tiana looked around nervously. Dillon? Is he saying Dillon is here?
The big man continued, “And so, I send Mikhail to get you. He tells me you were living in an apartment not as big as my chambers. You will like living on a big Russian estate, I think.”
“I’m in Russia?” Tiana quivered.
“Do not forget your acknowledgements, slave. I am Master Viktor, and yes, you have the good fortune to be in my country.”
Viktor knew Tiana had been enjoying her freedom for several months, and that she had only a month of Dillon’s training before her rescue. He described to her how he expected her to comport herself that evening. Tiana was too terrified to disobey, and she found herself actually looking forward to Dillon taking her away from the man. When Mikhail came for her, she was bathed and wearing her hair loose down her back, with the leather restraints polished to a glossy finish.
The man led her to a room where she heard the Russian speaking, and several men’s voices joined into the conversation. Viktor saw Mikhail standing at the door to the parlor, with a glimpse of the girl behind him. “Dillon, I have not given you your gift yet.”
“Viktor, allowing me to use your home and getting me out of that mess in the States is certainly more than enough.”
Tiana’s pussy clenched and moistened when she heard his voice, and Mikhail noticed the anticipation in her eyes.
“Nonsense. It would merely be inconvenient to me, should you be interrupted from our business interests by incarceration.” The men laughed, but they all knew that for the most part Viktor was serious. He nodded towards Mikhail, and the men turned in their chairs to see what he was
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