Boris & Luca

Mark had prepared her, at least physically. He had fed her. Washed her. Inspected her to be sure that she was still appropriately hairless and groomed. He had brought Tammy back in to do her make-up and hair—this time she had done them in a very simple and straightforward way. Light mascara and a dark rim of liner around her eyes, some concealer for the dark circles under her eyes, small amount of blush, clear lipgloss. It almost looked like she was wearing nothing at all, her hair falling in soft waves down to her shoulders. All of it looking natural, but a little better than if she hadn’t been groomed.

Nikki felt polished. Clean inside and out. Shiny. She could feel the food in her stomach. Mark had given her a big bowl of the standard issue gruel: oatmeal, olive oil, tofu, and soy protein. Gross, but filling. He had let her sleep for only about half an hour, so she felt a little tired. She was surprised; usually he was such a fanatic about making sure she got her rest.

Mostly Nikki felt nervous. This was an important test and so different from what had come before. These guys sounded scary. Mark had assured her that her life wasn’t at risk and that they wouldn’t do any permanent damage. But the fact that he felt he needed to reassure her that way made her more nervous. Was she going to be worried for her life? Were these guys that violent?

Mark had put her collar on. And the leash. She could feel it now, heavy, hanging between her breasts. He had led her down the corridors, the whole time her stomach feeling more and more tense. By the time they got to the guest room where Boris and Luca were staying she felt totally terrified. She was breathing shallowly, almost shaking, and she could feel the sweat forming under her arms, below her breasts, between her legs, along the back of her neck.

And now she was inside, waiting. They hadn’t been there, so Mark had just left her. On her knees. In the middle of the room. Nervous.

Finally the door opened and the two men came roaring in. They were quite a presence. Both of them huge, the taller one had to be 6’8” the shorter one 6’5”, but they were not just tall, they were big. Wide shoulders. Broad chests. Bellies. Big burly guys. Had to be 300lbs, at least, each of them.

They came in laughing, pushing each other and joking. The language sounded different from anything Nikki had ever heard before. Guttural and harsh. She couldn’t understand it at all. But they were clearly having fun with each other. They obviously lived life large, as large as they were. They enjoyed themselves.

Boris and Luca seemed almost to not notice Nikki. They were focused on each other. The taller one, Boris, was finishing up a story. And Luca was laughing and teasing him, poking him with his finger for emphasis. Boris made one final point and now they were both laughing.

As their laughter died down, Luca turned his gaze to Nikki. She was still kneeling on the floor. Trying not to stare at them. Trying to maintain a respectful posture and trying not to shake with nerves. Luca looked at her, took three big steps with his long legs, and was towering over her.

Before Nikki knew what had happened, Luca had leaned over, grabbed her under her arms, spun her around, and frog marched her right up to the wall on the far side of the room. The whole thing took seconds, but seemed to happen in slow motion. He had her right arm in his right hand, he had twisted it up behind her, and her left arm was in his left hand. He was so much taller and so strong, that it seemed like her feet were barely touching the ground. She seemed to almost float over to the wall, but in a kind of painful way.

Now Luca pushed her up against the wall, her face shoved into the plaster, her breasts crushed, her arms still twisted behind her. She felt a rush of adrenalin as her helplessness sunk in. Here she was. He was so much bigger than her, so much stronger. There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t resist it. She tried to breathe, tried to relax, but she could feel his mass behind her, could feel him pushing into her, and all her muscles tensed to protect herself from it.

Even through her fear and her discomfort, she felt the familiar flow of arousal. It was incredible. The helplessness itself was a turn-on. The very fact that he was so much bigger, so much stronger, it made her juices flow. She felt the arousal in the pit of her stomach, felt a rush of warmth to her vagina. Was sure that she was oozing with moisture. Her breath was coming hard and she could feel her pelvis pressed into the wall.

Luca kicked Nikki’s legs further apart. He was holding her up against the wall, so almost none of her weight was on her feet anyway, but now she was splayed out, her legs wide and her sex open and defenseless. She could feel the air on it, the moisture evaporating slightly. She felt Luca’s breath on her neck. He leaned into her, using his left side to hold her arms behind her back and freeing up his right hand to reach down.

And reach down he did. He pushed his hand roughly between her legs. She felt it move towards her cunt. He was going to touch her, there. There was nothing she could do. He had her legs spread, her body pinned to the wall. His hand got closer.

Nikki shivered. She wanted it, but was scared. Her arousal intensified despite her fear, or maybe because of it. She felt the ooze between her legs, felt her nipples crushed up against the wall. She could hear her own moans, coming now with each breath.

Luca used his index and middle finger to grind into Nikki’s clit. She was so wet that even his big strong hand floated over her sex. But he was applying a lot of pressure. He went to the edge of pain, and then beyond. Pain in her arms, pain from being crushed into the wall, and now pain between her legs as he ground into her. The pain connecting to her arousal and building it even further.

She felt his fingers slide off her clit and slide down to the opening of her vagina. Now he was inside with two fingers, lifting into her, pushing her further off her feet. He curled his fingers up into her, she could feel them digging into the back of her vagina, right against her spot. She was moaning in earnest now, her voice coming in cries.

Luca’s breath was right in her ear. He was grunting with the effort of holding her up, pinning her to the wall, and fucking her with his hand. She realized he hadn’t said one word to her. He had just taken her. Just used her, without regard to her feelings, her personality, her accomplishments. He didn’t care. He just wanted her sex. He just took her sex.

She felt the objectification of it. Felt his detachment from her as a person, his connection only to her sex. She felt like pure sex. All she was, at this moment, was sex. This orgasm she could feel building, that was all she was. That was all that was important.

It was growing. She was rocking into his hand, he was grinding, hard into her clit, pushing his body into her, so that her nipples were rubbing into the wall, her face thumping into it rhythmically. Her cries intensified. She was almost screaming now. And still he pushed into her, ground his hand into her sex. Her muscles tensed still further, and then she went up, up and over. Her orgasm huge, her whole body shaking, her voice crying out; it felt like every single nerve in her body was firing.

Luca felt her orgasm grip her body. He held her up against the wall as she convulsed with it. He let her vagina clench his fingers. And he felt the warm rush of moisture on his hand. Before it was even over, he had pulled his hand out, stepped away from the wall, and pushed her down on all fours. He wasn’t even going to let her recover.

Nikki’s head was still spinning, but she didn’t have time to think. Luca had pushed her to the floor, on her hands and knees. He wiped his hand on her back, a trail of slime from her spine down to her hip. She could smell it, pure sex, intense, earthy, pussy smell of her own fluids. She felt it as a mark of her sexuality. She felt marked by it. This was what she was.

There was no tenderness here, no quiet moment of repose. She was on all fours on the floor like an animal, and Luca had walked to the closet. She didn’t know what he was doing in the closet until she felt the crack of the wooden hanger hitting her ass. Luca drove Nikki forward with the hanger. Hitting her ass over and over.

Nikki moved blindly. Didn’t know where he wanted her to go, just knew he wanted her to move in front of it. He hit her again. And again. She still hadn’t recovered from the orgasm, her breath was still short, she felt the surface of her skin, felt like her blood was all at the surface of her body. He moved her all the way across the room, driving her in front of the hanger, She felt like an empty vessel, no conscious thought, only instinct. Instinct for self preservation, driving her forward.

Nikki moved forward until her head banged into something. It was the chair where Boris was sitting. Boris laughed. Leaned down and pulled Nikki’s head up by her collar. He looked right in her face and said something to his brother. Nikki couldn’t understand the words, but she got the gist. He said something about “easy” – he must have been referring to how quickly she had cum, how submissive she was being. And he said something about “simple” – certainly in this context she was simple. All she was was pleasure. It didn’t get much more simple than that. He was both dismissive and approving at the same time.

Boris looked back at Nikki. He held his hand in front of his face and slowly crooked his finger at her. Like he was calling to a small child or a dog, “come here” Enticing her to climb onto his lap. She put her hands on his gigantic thigh and pulled herself up, and he pushed her face down across his knees.

Now Nikki was spread across him, her head and breasts hanging down. Her ass in the air. She was still a bit sore from the beating Charles had given her two days before, the bruises darker now, purplish and yellow on the edges. And the swipes of the hanger had made her even more sore. Boris’ hand caressed her ass. Felt the bruises.

Nikki’s ass felt tiny compared to his hand. It seemed like his hand covered the whole surface of her ass. She felt him squeezing her, taking a handful of her ass and holding it, compressing it. Like he was trying to assess the texture of it. He was enjoying it. Again she felt her objectification. She was like a slab of meat to him. He could touch her and judge her quality.

Then his hand was gone. It only took a moment before she heard the sound of it moving through the air and she knew why it wasn’t resting on her ass anymore. He was spanking her. And spanking her hard. Harder than she would have thought was possible with just a bare hand. The first spank jarred her, her whole body shook, her breasts jiggling, her legs rocking. She felt her spine extend. And then the pain. A warm fire of pain. A core of it, radiating out.

He hit her again. On the same spot. Hard. This time it expelled all the air from her lungs. The heat intensified. It felt like it was burrowing deep into her, reaching her hip bones, her thigh bones. He hauled off and hit her a third time, then a fourth. She was gasping for air, the pain intense.

But the arousal was right behind it. She hadn’t really come down from the orgasm Luca had given her anyway, but the warmth of Boris' hand, the feeling of the heat going up into her core, traveling through her. It made her hot. She could feel sweat running down her sides. Boris’ belly was pressing into her, hot, his legs were hot. But his hand. His hand was like molten flame. Each time it made contact, it pushed the heat deeper into her.

It wasn’t just the sensation of it. Yes, it felt intense. But it wasn’t just that. It was also the fact that she was complying. She had put herself over his knee. She was staying there. She was allowing this to happen to her. She was submitting to it. She wasn’t resisting. She wasn’t struggling. She was accepting it, allowing it, she was part of this. She had agreed to it. She was a sex-slave and that meant she was available to be used, but also to be hit or spanked or whipped. She was so far from where she had been 8 weeks ago. She had been such an independent person, a professional, autonomous, strong willed. And now look at her.

Her legs were slightly spread, and her public bone was pressed into Boris’ leg. She could feel her clit push into him on the down stroke and then pull back away when he moved his hand away. She felt the pain intensify and then morph somehow, transform into something more diffuse, more comprehensive, more….. more sexual. It wasn’t the slaps that were so sexual as much as it was the force of it, the motion, the strength. She felt so helpless and so, well, so womanly.

She had been crying out with each slap, but now her cries sounded more like moans. Boris heard it. He knew what it meant and he hit her further down on her ass now, purposely hitting her in a way that would slam her clit into his thigh. She felt the warmth of it, felt how hard his leg was, how strong, how muscular, how masculine. And she felt her powerlessness, felt tiny, felt feminine. And felt strangely beautiful. Beautiful in a different way. Beautiful in accepting this.

He was hitting her more and more. Her whole ass felt like it was molten heat. But she was oozing too, dripping, hot. She pushed into him. Knowing he was going to take her to orgasm this way, surprised but unable to resist it. She pushed into him as he spanked her. Pushed and felt him, felt his power. Felt her breasts shaking. Felt her muscles tensing.

The orgasm was inevitable now. She was right there. He kept spanking, her moans turning back to cries, but with a different twist. Her cries were sexual, were ecstasy. He felt it and sped up. His hand flying down faster and faster, pushing her into him. Pushing her to crest, pushing her all the way.

She cried out in one long sustained scream as she went over the edge. The blood rushed to the surface of her skin, her muscles contracted. She felt her vagina, her anus, her whole pelvis contract. Her vagina was clamping down on nothingness as she rocked her hips into him, her legs dangling down.

Boris held his huge, hot hand to her ass. Feeling her contractions. Assessing the intensity and scope of her orgasm. He put his hand down and cupped her pussy. Felt her ooze out onto him. Felt her wetness.

He took his dripping hand away from her cunt and showed it to his brother. Said something in Serbian that made his brother laugh. Then he pulled Nikki up and pushed her down to kneel in front of him again. He presented his hand to her to lick. It was covered in white, lumpy discharge.

Nikki moved her head forward, she knew what he wanted without words. Mark had trained her to always eagerly lick any sexual fluids she saw. And she did. She moved her head forward, stuck her tongue out and licked. Lapped at his hand, pulled all the pussy flavors into her mouth. Licked and licked and licked.

Inside her head she was amazed. Amazed that a spanking could take her over the edge like that. Amazed at the feeling of it.