Arina

Arina immediately replaced his massive cock with her insufficient little fingers. The drug fuelled hunger she felt was unquenched and she couldn't bear the hollow feeling his absence left.

Panting desperately she began to actively suck the cock in her mouth once more. The climaxing young woman ran her tongue all over his shaft hoping that would assuage the need in her avid cunt.

It helped somewhat, as did her fingers, but Arina's body wanted that big cock deep inside again.

The fair haired bodyguard moaned as her mouth once again actively suckled him. Pleased by his reaction Arina focused once more on how good his cock felt as it moved over the flesh of her mouth. Caressing him with her tongue she delighted her senses with the heat and feel of his manhood.

Releasing Arina's head the man reached below her and began to grope and fondle both her breasts which delighted her. Hypersensitive skin gloried in his touch. When he pinched and tugged her nipples she moaned and whimpered as needles of bliss stabbed her.

Fair Hair shifted and the stood up. Without letting him fall from her mouth Arina lifted with him, adjusting her knees and lifting a hand to start jacking him, Arina continued blowing him, an orgasm shimmering on the horizon of her senses as her other hand rubbing her throbbing clitoris.

The bodyguard once again gripped her head, this time a hand on either side and he once again fucked her face.

Arina stroked his shaft and rubbed her clit faster and faster as her lips and tongue worked his knob greedily. Tingling from all the sensations in her mouth her mind whirled with delight. Suddenly thirsty for thick cum in a way she wouldn't ever have imagined, Arina strove to bring the man to climax.

Yearning to taste hot sperm she looked up at him entreating him to give it to her.

Speaking around the tip of his prick Arina begged "Give it to me. Please!

She plead with him "I want to taste it. Let me, please!"

And he did.

Thick gouts of semen spurted onto her tongue filling her mouth with the strange chemical taste of sperm. Over and over he erupted jets of molten cum into her mouth and Arina swallowed it greedily. Milking him with lips and tongue, while her still stroking his shaft, she urged him to pour more of his load into her thirsty mouth.

With her other hand Arina's insistent fingers rubbed vigorously making her clit exploded in another powerful orgasm.

Far too soon for her overwrought senses it was over, his cum all gone and he pushed her away.

Cum in both ends, her fingers still bringing her utter bliss, Arina needed more but the two men were both sitting with shriveling members.

The bodyguards laughed at her predicament.

"You still want more, huh?" The bigger man said. "Poor little girl, the drug has you burning, doesn't it?"

they chuckled drowsily.

"If I brought ten more men in here would that be enough Little Slut?" Fair Hair said. "It wouldn't. You are gonna want to fuck anything that moves for a couple more hours."

They both laughed as an anguished mewl escaped Arina's lips.

She believed them. Even as she bought herself to an orgasm she felt the need for more stimulus. Fingers weren't enough.

"The only thing that helps is if you can stop touching yourself." The Big Man warned. His tone informed her that he thought that was going to be impossible.

Forcing herself to stop masturbating was far more difficult than she could believe. The endless orgasmic loop she felt urged her to keep keep going. How could she stop mid-climax? But the orgasm wouldn't stop as long as she continued masturbating and the men continued to watch her pleasure herself.

Their eager, amused eyes impelled her to keep going just as much as the drug fuelled delight her nerves felt.

Humiliated by her lack of self-control Arina violently forced herself to stop even though her climax was still in full flow. It were like stopping a sneeze half-way through.

The moment her fingers stopped touching her burning sex her climax faded and the exhausted woman slumped into a low, wide legged kneel, resting one hand on the floor the other wiping her sweaty brow.

As she caught her breathe the orgasmic delight she had been feeling was slowly replaced with an irritating, burning sensation in her sex. Then the feeling spread through her body; an itchy need to be touched.

Arina had never felt a deeper, more insistent desire to be fucked in her life and cum still leaked from her freshly fucked pussy. The tingle reached her mouth and she wanted to suck a cock desperately.

The men watching her distress knew how she was feeling precisely.

Shifting to close her knees and sit more modestly, Arina tried to avoid touching skin to skin. The slightest brush of her hand on her leg sent a tingle of need along her nerves that mortified her. A fierce need to fuck both these men again threatened to drive her crazy.

Trembling, she squirmed where she sat needing to move, to fuck, suck and rub.

It was terrible how powerful the impulse was. Arina had never been a particularly passionate person so the intensity of her need overwhelmed her. Helplessly she wriggled around on the floor trying to feel comfortable, and her hands both drifted toward her sex, needing to sate her hunger for touch.

The second her fingers touched her throbbing clit the impulse to continue grew overwhelming. For a long few seconds she vigorously rubbed herself, almost helpless to stop, like interrupting a big stretch in the morning.

Summoning her drug-scattered self-control she pried her fingers from her tingling button and panted from the effort in cost her.

Shamefully glancing at the two men she saw that their eyes were heavy, the Big Man nodding sleepily.

The drug in the vodka was effecting them.

Fair Hair looked confused. A big hand rubbed his face, trying to rub away drowsiness.

Arina wasn't sure if he's had enough of the vodka to put him to sleep if he fought it. Hoping to keep him distracted she reached out and stroked his bare thigh. Unfocused eyes tried to look at her. Shaking his head, fighting the drug he started to look agitated.

Desperate, Arina swooped closer and once again took his penis into her mouth.

Immediate lust flooded her body once again. Hungrily she suckled his flaccid member urging life into withered flesh.

Big hands grasped her head, but he didn't push her away, he held her close.

At first his manhood began to swell, but before he reached full erection as she licked and kissed it, his penis deflated once again.

The bodyguard had fallen asleep.

Sexually frustrated Arina mewled around the softening cock in her mouth, fingers once more dancing over her clit excitedly. For several seconds Arina attempted to elicit a response from him as she brought herself closer to climax.

A small voice in her ear whispered cautiously.

"They look asleep Ivanova. Stop. Repeat, stop!"

Guilt and shame flooded through her body alongside the lust as Arina remembered she was being observed in her degradation. Letting the soft prick drop from her mouth she forced herself to stop masturbating, whimpering with mortification and balked passion.

"The files are still downloading, but it wont be long now. Get yourself together Ivanova, you are almost done."

Glancing at the laptop she looked right into the little camera lens that had been watching everything that just happened. Shamefully she hoped the men were hard from seeing her behavior.

As the files slowly loaded onto her bracelet she wondered if she should go out to the van after she got the files and fuck the three men in there. Struggling to stand she rose up in front of the desk and lifted a knee onto the polished surface. Spreading her legs, Arina exposing her pink slit to the camera and began to rub herself with one hand while delving deep with the other.

"Agent Ivanova we can see you." The voice of her handler whispered in her ear. "The laptop camera is recording you... you should stop..."

The voice sounded very uncomfortable, Arina was pretty sure she detected a break in professional reserve.

The sordid delight she took knowing the men watching couldn't stop her vulgar display thrilled Arina as her body responded joyfully to her own touch. The drug took the pleasurable sensations and compounded them, the emotional delight she took in exposing herself increased it immeasurably.

"Ivanova... Arina!"

The name was a yell and the tinny sound pierced her eardrum unpleasantly, giving her the ability to break the spell she was under. Arina stopped masturbating and lowered her leg, anguished at how helpless she was in the face of her lust.

Looking at her fingers she noticed the ones she'd thrust deep inside herself were covered in the Big Man's cum. Staring at the glistening fluid on her fingers she wanted to taste it. The flavor of Fair Hair's deposit had grown faint in her mouth and Arina craved more.

Unable to resist Arina sucked sperm from her fingers then shoved them back inside herself seeking more. For a few moments Arina probed her vagina and brought any cum she found up to her thirsty mouth.

When the precious seed grew scarce the exploration of her fingers once again became a full out masturbation.

Arina had no real concept of how long she fingered herself for the camera; multiple orgasms blurred time and space to her perceptions.

Eventually the voice in her ear hissed that the download was compete.

"It done! Get out of there. Get dressed and meet us outside."

Frantically Arina rushed to the other room once more, glancing at the Diplomat to make sure he still slept. Arina grabbed her clothes and dressed. The feel of underwear and the little black dress was a nightmare of unwanted constriction and sensations. The sensation of air on her skin, or skin on skin, that was all she wanted.

Walking was difficult enough that she rejected wearing the high heeled shoes she'd had on when she arrived. Wobbling to the hallway Arina paused to gather her wits, but her mind felt scattered and distracted by the many sensations screaming at her through her skin.

Arina's journey down the hall was surreal. Using her right hand she guided herself along using the wall for balance, but the wall slowly drifted further from her fingers until she was leaning on the opposite wall for support.

Using both walls to balance as she staggered back and forth down the long hallway. Then, using extreme caution on uncertain legs with swimming vision, Arina attempted a flight of stairs. Distantly Arina remembered ascending the stairs a thousand years ago, back in the time before she became a vessel too small to contain the vast lust clawing at her consciousness.

Halfway down the stairs Arina needed to pause and strip the underwear from her burning sex. The underwear was growing wet, clinging to her sensitive nether lips making it increasingly difficult to ignore. The brush of her hands over her legs as she pulled the irritating material down her legs compelled her to touch the smooth length of her freshly shaved limbs.

Stroking her hands up and down her legs Arina relished the feel of skin on skin; her legs loved being caressed and her hands loved caressing. It didn't take long before the woman was sprawled on the stairs stroking her sex helpless to resist the lure of an orgasm.

Arina would have sat on the stairs wringing climax after climax from her burning sex but a door closed someplace above. The first impulse she felt wasn't fear of being caught, it was hope that a partner might arrive. It took a moment for the idea of someone joining her here on the stairs to find the part of her brain that understood the danger in that.

Each time she forced herself to stop masturbating the effort required grew greater than the last. Arina managed to start sliding down the stairs on her butt which jostled her fingers from where they felt welded to her sex.

Sweating, dizzy and disoriented Arina scrambled down the stairs knowing she needed to move.

At the bottom a small foyer she had entered through opened out into a parking garage. The original plan had been for Arina and the other two women, actual sex-trafficked women, to once again climb into the dark SUV they had arrived in. That vehicle was going to be "randomly stopped" by a patrol car and everyone inside eventually arrested.

That was how she was supposed to escape but Arina was now leaving much earlier than the plan dictated. The guards finding her and being drugged ruined any chance of covering Arina's infiltration.

Which meant she had to make it out of the building and to the surveillance van.

Hoping there wasn't a guard on the other side of the door Arina pushed the locking bar and stepped out into the parking garage.

The silence of the consulate gave way to the echoing concrete of the garage. The traffic out in the word sounded loud and invasive. The slam as the door closed behind her jangled her nerves, too loud in her ears.

The drug heightened her sense of hearing as well then.

No guard stepped out to question her. No SUV parked waiting, only the cars of the men inside it appeared.

Arina began the long, difficult walk to the ramp that spiralled up out of the garage. The ground pulsed, rising and falling toward and away from her at random intervals.

She fell to her hands and knees twice before she made it to the wall and could prop herself up.

The sound of footsteps, leather shoes on cement, drew closer rapidly. Was someone chasing her? Arina looked back the way she had come her head spinning, when she stopped turning her head it took a moment for her conscious mind to register the new view, her head whirled as she tried to focus. No one ran toward her from the door she had exited. It looked very far away.

The sound of footsteps still approached. Terrified Arina turned to look up the ramp and once more her head moved faster than her brain, the information coming from her eyes was scrambled and slow. When she could see in front of herself again Arina saw a man standing in front of her reaching for her.

Terrified it was a Russian agent Arina flinched back before she realized it was her handler coming to bring her to the van.

The relief she felt was quickly transformed into lust once more when he touched the flesh of her arms. Wrapping herself around him she tried to kiss him while he disengaged and tried to help her walk.

"Come on. Lets get to the van."

"Wait, waitwaitwait! Fuck me first. Just fuck me for a minute then we can go." she begged.

Delirious with the need to have his cock fill her, Arina reached for it.

The two of them struggled for a moment; she struggled to hold his cock in her hand and he struggled to get her to her feet while fending off her groping hands.

Soon he simply lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and hauled her bodily up the ramp while Arina reached around his waist to get his cock out of his pants.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. I need it. Give it to me, please." she raved as she bounced up the ramp, her head spinning wildly.

The air felt different on her skin, the sounds of the night were loud and piercing as she was jostled on his back. Desperately she tried to reach the precious cock hidden in his pants but she couldn't get a hold on it. Mewling her frustration Arina pleaded wordlessly for him to stop and fuck her.

The moment he closed the door of the van behind them someone drove the van away from the consulate. The CSIS agent that carried her to the van put her in a chair and strapped a seat-belt around her. Arina felt boneless as she slumped in her seat. Her limbs would hardly respond to her commands to reach for one of the cocks she knew were in this van someplace.

The sound of the engine lulled her, and the inability to undo her seat-belt balked her passion to grab a partner. The burning need to copulate abated the longer Arina went without sexual stimulation. It finally dawned on her that her hands were handcuffed to her chair, that was why she wasn't masturbating at the moment.

The drug still made her feel woozy and hypersensitive to stimuli, but her animal need to rut was dissipating. Thoughts slowly reformed beyond simply seeking sex. Arina was once more able to understand where she was and what was happening to her.

They drove her to a clinic where doctors were waiting to help if anything had gone wrong, or if the women they were suppose to help escape tonight needed any medical attention. Instead Arina received medical attention.

Each new person she encountered she solicited for sex until finally they gave her something to put her to sleep.

Arina woke up when her alarm went off.

She lay tangled in her own sheets, in her own bed, her pajamas twisted around her limbs from the violence of her dreams. Damp with sweat Arina was breathing heavily and felt the fluttery edge of panic hovering just below the surface.

Shamefully Arina disengaged her hands from where they were thrust between her legs. She had been grinding her sex on her own arms clasped between her thighs and Arina realized she had been having a climax when she woke up. Both her pajama bottoms and her panties were soaking wet where they clung her sex.

Flopping back on the bed she sighed.

As the dream evaporated Arina acknowledged how much anxiety she felt about her job tonight.

Tonight, the night she was going to pretend to be a sex-trafficked slave sent into the Russian Consulate to retrieve any files she could that would help ascertain the where-abouts of the young daughter of someone very important.

Arina wondered if, by some strange coincidence the Russians used a drug on their slaves that made them feel uncontrollable lust.

Nimble fingers delved under her pajama pants to touch her slick sex. As Arina fantasized about being forced to suck a Diplomat's cock she brought herself to orgasm over and over...

This was going to be a long day.