Someone Elses Daughter by Jack Norman Page A

determined that she too would show no emotion. That way they were both being fucked, equally, and he was no better than her. The customer continued to ream her cunt with his strangely-shaped cock, and Nina squeezed tightly with her legs. She smiled slightly in triumph when she saw Igor’s face contort momentarily. Zelda gave a small, gurgled cry, muffled by the cock deep in her mouth, and Nina could see that the girl was swallowing frantically on the pulsating shaft. Suddenly though, the john was ramming hard into her and Nina’s clasping cunt felt the repeated spasm of his climax.
    Igor pushed Zelda away, and the girl knelt back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. The customer reached to unwrap Nina’s legs from around his waist and stepped back.
    “How was she?” Igor asked.
    “Good,” the man said, tossing the used condom onto the table before stooping to pull up his trousers. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet, counting banknotes and passing them to Igor.
    “Excellent. Tell your friends,” Igor said, taking the money.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Borzov’s Dilemma
     
    I
     
    When Georgy Nikitin strode into Borzov’s office Sara was naked but for high-heeled shoes and two clover clamps, elegantly perched on the end of the Boss’s desk as he worked. It was still early in her training, but she had learned it was called the Sex Kitten position (all the poses had names, it seemed) where knees were bent, her legs slightly separated by a different degree of flexion in each knee, her toes tucked in en pointe and her weight taken on her arms, allowing a number of seductive variations on the position. Borzov was very meticulous about her position, so she didn’t make any movement and remained like an exotic living ornament.
    “Viktor, I need to speak to you urgently?” Georgy said, sparing a brief glance at the nude young woman.
    Borzov waved a staying hand to Sara and looked across at the man. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
    “It’s very important,” Nikitin said, glancing pointedly at Sara in a way that left no doubt that he needed her gone.
    “Gah, very well.” Borzov sighed as he rose to his feet. He reached to Sara and removed first one clover clamp and then the other from her nipples. “Leave.”
    “Yes, sir,” she said, wincing at the pain as blood returned to her teats.
    “Go to your cell and lock the cuffs about your wrists,” Georgy ordered.
    Sara leapt from the desk and scurried from the office, her hands folded over her breasts.
    After she had left, Borzov smiled to the burly interloper and spread his hands. “A Russian-speaking American girl, she shows great promise. What’s so urgent, Georgy?”
    “When did you last have contact with your daughter?”
    Viktor Borzov raised his eyebrows. “Anna? We spoke a week ago. Is she in some kind of trouble?”
    “Was she in Moscow?”
    “Yes, she was visiting her grandmother. What’s this all about?”
    Georgy inhaled deeply and he studied his gorilla-like fingers for long seconds. Finally, he said: “Anna has been kidnapped or worse.”
    “Kidnapped?” Borzov looked up sharply.
    “You don’t answer your phone to your own mother? She has been desperate to speak with you. Anna went out for the night with friends and didn’t return home. That might not be unusual but a couple of goons broke into your mother’s house and she found them ransacking a bedroom. She yelled at them and they left in a hurry. Your mother was unharmed. The thing is, though, the burglars left behind the bag that Anna had been carrying that night... keys, cell phone, everything.”
    “Fuck!” Viktor muttered, reaching for the phone. “I’ll speak to my mother. In the meantime, get Lev Salko.”

II
     
    Lev Salko tried to ignore the strident ring tone of the mobile telephone on the bedside cabinet, but it was insistent. The second time, he rolled in the bed and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, cradling his head in his hands and