Becca XXX - Spring Tide Ch. 05

"Yes please," said Nat. "Please pay us what we're owed, delete the video and then we'll go."

"I'm afraid it doesn't work like that," he replied. "Your reputation has preceded you and I now have a lot of friends interested in using you."

"Using us how?" I asked with dread.

"In the way that all young women should be used," he smirked. "I think you understand, yes?"

His voice was slow and precise as though he wanted us to understand every letter and syllable. Yuri and Dimitri stood in silence as Valentin moved towards the fireplace. On the mantle piece there was an open laptop and he slid his fingers over the mouse pad to wake it up. The large flat screen TV also burst into life above him and he turned his back as he entered his password.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" he turned back to face us as the screen opened up with the windows logo.

"A pimp," I shrugged as though he wasn't that important.

"I'm far more than that," he replied, glaring at me. "I'm feared in this part of the world and I own many places and many beautiful things."

I didn't like where this was heading, but it was expected.

"As soon as you drank my vodka the other night, you became my property," he continued.

"We paid for that," Natalie protested. "By working at the gloryhole."

"That wasn't payment- it was a fine," he replied. "A penalty for entering my territory and acting like whores. I own the sex industry in Penzance and I don't allow others to join without permission. You'll have to do a lot more than that to clear the debt. You work for me now."

"I think this is all getting blown out of proportion," I said, holding my arms up in surrender. "That vodka was worth a lot less than what we did for you at the gloryhole. You owe us money - not the other way around."

Valentin nodded at Dimitri who was stood next to me. Before I could move, he slapped me hard across the cheek with the back of his hand making my head snap sideways.

Slap.

"Hey, what the fuck," shouted Nat. "Leave her alone."

Slap.

Yuri smacked her around the face for talking back. She dropped to her knees clutching the side of her face.

"You are both just a possession to me. Possessions don't have a say in what happens," said Valentin in a calm voice.

He hadn't got mad or started shouting and that was actually more frightening than if he was angry with us. This was just an everyday occurrence for him.

"You have both proven yourselves to be nothing more than filthy sluts. It's rare to find girls with your skills without having to give you further training. I've heard all about it and this video that Dimitri took speaks for itself," he continued.

Valentin clicked the laptop pad and windows media player burst into life on the flat screen. Me and Natalie were the stars of the show in glorious high definition. It was Dimitri's video and it showed us both kneeling on the floor sucking cocks in the dirty toilet cubicle. I had my fingers wrapped around a stranger's shaft and I was bobbing my head back and forth to get him off.

Natalie was deep throating someone next to me and spitting saliva all over his cock while she wanked him off.

"So classy," chuckled Valentin. "I bet your parents are so proud."

We stayed silent for fear of another slap. My cheek was stinging and it felt hot, but I doubted it would leave a mark. These men were well practiced at keeping women in line without it showing on their faces. The last thing they'd want to do is damage the goods.

The video continued to play behind Valentin as he turned his attention back to us.

"Strip," he ordered out of nowhere. "Let's see those big titties in the flesh, no?"

Nat and I looked at each other in trepidation. The natural reaction would be to keep our clothes on, but we knew we had no choice. We thought we were going to be attending some sort of orgy or brothel, but it looked like we were just here to pleasure the local crime lord.

We both peeled our dresses down and let them fall to our ankles. Our hands covered our breasts for some sort of comfort, but it was all an act. Being naked always made people feel vulnerable and the school girls we were portraying would automatically cover themselves up in a situation like this.

"Now is not the time to be shy," said Valentin moving in front of us. "Show me the goods."

Our hands slowly dropped to our sides and we stood in front of him semi-naked. My white satin panties were wet and sticking to my pussy lips expecting to be abused at any minute.

"Leave us for now," Valentin said to his two goons. "I'll call you back when I'm done."

"Yes, Mr Valentin," they said in unison before turning on their heels and leaving the room.

Valentin circled us slowly, inspecting our bodies like a farmer at a meat market. He stroked our hair and moved his face closer from behind, breathing in our scent. Maybe he could smell the fear on us and it was turning him on.

"Young, firm and scared," he gasped. "Just the way I like it."

He moved around in front of us and sat back onto one of the settees with his back to the chimney. Sipping from his glass again he stared at us in silence while the video continued to play behind him. I could hear sucking noises and it felt weird to see myself receiving my first cumshot straight into my mouth. I looked extremely slutty and very pleased with myself.

"Touch each other," he ordered.

Nat and I looked a little confused about what exactly he wanted us to do.

"Kiss... fondle... grope," he instructed. "You know what to do. I know you like it."

Nat moved closer and put her arm around my waist. We had to make this look like we were nervous and unwilling, but convincing enough to make him want us.

She pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and entwined it with hers. I felt her hand give me a gentle squeeze to let me know she was ok and I returned the favour by reaching behind her and squeezing her ass.

We kissed for about a minute while Valentin watched intently, but we were all abruptly distracted as the scene on the big screen TV changed. It must have got to the end of our video and his laptop had automatically switched to the next video file in the folder.

A loud Russian voice echoed off the walls in surround sound and we all turned to take in the new scene. A young girl had been stripped to her underwear and was tied to a wooden chair. Her eyes were filled with fear and tears and there was a huge guy standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders. His stare was menacing and he had a scarred face and a broken nose.

I let out an involuntary gasp of shock when I realised who it was.

It was Victor Morozov.

He was shouting something in Russian into the camera and stroking the terrified girl's cheek and neck with the back of his hand. I had no idea what he was saying, but the girl seemed to understand it. She shied away from him, but he yanked her head back by her hair and dropped down so that they were both facing the camera, cheek to cheek.

It took only a few seconds for Valentin to react and he leapt up from the sofa and rushed to turn the video off before we saw anymore.

"Yebat," he shouted, waddling over to the fireplace, shutting the lid on the laptop and pulling out all the cables.

The TV went blank and he turned to face us with the laptop under his arm.

"You never saw that," he glared. "Understand?"

We were both too shocked to reply.

"UNDERSTAND?" he shouted, raising his voice for the first time since we'd arrived.

"Yes... we never saw anything, did we Nat?" I stammered.

"No, we didn't see a thing," she replied.

"If you tell anyone about this, you'll be found floating in the sea with your throats cut," he mimed the action from ear to ear.

I believed him from what I'd read about him, he was a fucking psycho.

We watched as he turned and moved over to a large picture hanging on the opposite wall. The picture was on a hinge and he swung it open like a door to reveal a large safe behind it. He was about to turn the dial on the combination lock when he realised we were watching him.

"Turn away," he ordered.

We obeyed, trying to see the reflection in the window, but I couldn't make out the combination.

Click - click - click - click.

Click - click - click - click.

Click - click - click - click.

He swirled the dial in different directions and then we heard a clunk as he turned the handle. The laptop was stuffed inside and he slammed the safe shut.

Thwump.

The picture was moved back to hide the safe and then he walked back over and sat on the sofa as though nothing had happened.

"Continue," he commanded.

We both stared back at him in shock. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. It confirmed that Victor was somehow involved with Valentin, just as we'd suspected. My mind was racing with the plethora of new information from being here for only a few minutes, but we needed to stay on track with our plan.

"Don't make me tell you twice," he said in a sinister tone.

Natalie came out of the same trance I found myself in and moved back in to kiss me. This time she placed one hand on my breast and gave it a squeeze as she forced her tongue into my mouth. I snapped back to reality, responding to her touch. Now wasn't the time to be dwelling on the new information. It would be meaningless if we didn't get out of here in one piece.

We had to continue in our current role as teenaged girls under the control of a scary Russian and stick to the original plan. We had the means to find Valentin's hideout via Yuri's smart watch. We knew there was some incriminating evidence about Victor on Valentin's laptop and we knew it was locked in his safe. What we needed to do right now was ensure our safety so that we could come back and retrieve it.

Valentin wanted us to prove our worth so that's exactly what we were going to do.

It was show time.

My hands came up and cupped Natalie's cheeks, already feeling like we were winning and progressing with the assignment. I kissed her hard while her hand massaged my tits one by one.

"That's more like it," grunted the walrus. "Suck her titties."

The fact that he used the word 'titties' told us how much he liked younger girls. It was a perverted word compared to tits or breasts and it showed us his mindset. Nat broke away and kissed her way down my neck as I guided her with my hands. Her kisses were warm and soft on my skin and only made me wetter.

"That's better. Suck her nipples," said Valentin. "Show me what you do to each other when you're alone."

I let go of her cheeks and pushed my breasts into her face. Her breath was warm across my flesh and her tongue was wet as she licked over my left bud.

Lick - slurp - kiss.

She was soon feeding off me like a hungry baby, holding my boob in one hand and pulling me closer with her other hand behind my back. She sucked hard and dropped her hand lower to squeeze my ass.

"Mmmmm, is this what you do in each other's bedrooms?" he asked. "Dirty little school girls."

I looked over to see him pushing his hand down the front of his trousers. I got the impression that watching two young girls carrying out his every whim was what really got him going. It was all about control and power over innocent teens and that's what made him feel so superior.

"Sometimes," I gasped as Nat turned her attention to my other nipple.

"Dirty sluts. Swap over. Becca suck Natalie's titties."

There was that word again. I'd never hear it in the same way again after being with this pervert. He had no idea how old we were and he wasn't about to ask. We could both easily pass for eighteen, especially when dressed in virtually nothing.

Natalie moved back up and kissed me again before pushing my head down and arching her back to push her tits forward into my face. She was warm and soft like always and I soon had my tongue swirling around her areola and stiff buds. She squirmed to my touch and I knew she had drenched her knickers. For a moment her website came into my mind and I had no idea what she'd call this pair if she decided to sell them.

"She tastes good, dah?"

"Sweet and soft," I confirmed. "Why don't you come and join us?"

I wanted to speed things up so we could get out of there, but he wasn't about to be rushed by two young whores.

"Nyet. Drop to your knees," he ordered me.

I kissed my way down her belly and then turned to look over my shoulder at him, wondering what he wanted me to do next.

"Smell her cunt," he ordered, slowly moving his hand up and down inside his trousers. "Describe it to me."

I nuzzled in to her cleft and took a good sniff. Her moist pheromones filled my nostrils and I felt my clit stiffen inside my knickers.

"She's turned on... I can tell you that," I cooed. "It smells damp and musky."

"Mmmmm, take her panties down."

At least this guy had good taste. He knew about the scent of a woman and he knew what he liked when it came to the visual performance. I wasn't about to disappoint him.

"Do you want me to take her boots off too?" I asked.

"Just show me her pussy," he stared at me wide-eyed.

His hand continued to stroke himself inside his trousers as I peeled Nat's sodden underwear down over her boots. I thought he was going to ask to sniff them, but he just kept on staring.

"Kiss it," he ordered.

I pursed my lips as Natalie dropped her weight into a squat to allow me better access. Her slit glistened in front of me, bathed in the bluish glow of the pool light through the window. My lips touched hers, gently sucking up her juices for my own thrill rather than his.

She quivered and Valentin let out a groan.

"Lick it," he instructed.

His commands were turning me on. He was masterful and demanding and he knew what he liked. I licked her crack from bottom to top, enjoying her slimy essence coating my tongue. She was sopping wet by now and as my tongue spread her open, her juices flowed out down the inside of her legs.

"Juicy?" Valentin quizzed.

"See for yourself," I moved to the side and showed him her dribbling cunt, dripping down the tops of her boots.

"Show me how you get her off," he said, ignoring me. "Finger her."

I licked her from bottom to top again and focussed my attention on her clit. My hand grazed up her boot and I extended two fingers as I got to her fuck hole. Sliding them inside her, I gasped at her wetness, slick and slimy all over my digits.

Natalie closed her eyes, enjoying the stimulation and I imagined she was also elated at what we'd discovered. She seemed more relaxed now that we knew how to find this place again.

The sound of my licking her sex bud and the noise of my fingers pumping in and out of her sloppy hole filled the room. Out the corner of my eye Valentin was still stroking his cock inside his trousers. I was surprised he hadn't got it out yet or made us play with him rather than each other. He was obviously a very visual guy when it came to sex. He liked to watch.

"Oh fuck, Becca," Natalie groaned. "That feels so fucking good."

"Stop," Valentin snapped. "Swap over."

It seemed odd that one minute he wanted to see me get her off and the next he didn't. I realised it was yet another control thing. He saw that Nat was enjoying it a little too much and he put a stop to her pleasure just as she was getting into it.

She dropped to her knees as I rose back up, kissing each other as we passed. I parted my thighs and pushed her head into my sodden gusset without Valentin even telling me to. He would want a repeat of what Nat had just done to me.

"Good girls... smell it," he murmured. "Sniff it like a dog."

Natalie breathed in deeply making sure it was audible and I felt the cooler air rush through the fabric. I knew she'd enjoy my scent, but Valentin seemed to be enjoying this even more than we were. He let out a tiny moan of pleasure and momentarily stopped stroking himself. Maybe it was getting too much for him and he needed to let his stimulation die down a little before we got to the main event.

"She smells as sweet as honey," she purred. "Shall I take her panties off?"

"Mmmmm, yes, remove her underwear," he replied.

Natalie's hands gripped my waistband and she turned her head to see Valentin's reaction while she slowly pulled them down. The material folded outwards and clung to my sticky labia which made the fabric stretch for a split second before my wetness released them.

My gusset was thick with cunt cream and Natalie let them go, letting them fall to my ankles under their own weight. They sounded heavier than normal due to the amount of juice they'd absorbed. Normally, perverts like this would ask to sniff the knickers, but Valentin didn't.

Something felt weird about him as though he only wanted to pleasure himself while he ordered us to do naughty things to each other. I'd met men like him before, but I wasn't expecting him to be like this.

"Kiss it," he said.

I looked down to see Natalie's lustful eyes staring up at me. She loved eye contact during cunnilingus, she could communicate using only her eyes. Her hot breath on my smooth undercarriage made me quiver just before she made contact with my meaty lips.

"Mmmmm," I cooed. "Right there, Nat. You know how I like it."

Her tongue slithered up my valley, dipping into my vaginal opening and continuing upwards. She swirled it around my pee-hole and then pursed her lips, nuzzling her way through the hood and sucking on my erect bean. I closed my eyes and relaxed, feeling the inside of my legs getting wet from my over-hydrated pussy.

Valentin resumed his stroking, but he was slower this time. The hand in his pants moved up and down while he stared at us intently.

"Turn her around and bend her over," he uttered. "Spread her ass cheeks."

"Like this?" Nat quizzed rotating me round and pushing me forwards at the waist.

I reached back and spread my cheeks just like he'd instructed.

"Mmmmm, yes... just like that. Now lick her asshole," he was beginning to sound even more like a dirty old man. "Get your tongue right in her hole."

Natalie did as she was told and I pushed my ass back into her face to show how willing I was. I flexed my sphincter muscles and made my brown-eye wink at her to add to the fun. Warm wetness flicked over my starfish as she got busy rimming me. Her tongue licked it in circles and then she made it pointed and rigid as she pushed it inside my dirtiest of holes.

"You fucking dirty sluts," Valentin coughed. "Look at you worthless bitches doing everything I say. I told you I own you."

We didn't reply, I was too busy enjoying myself. Natalie's tongue was working wonders and I felt the first tremors of an orgasm inside me. It wasn't just what she was doing to me; it was the whole sordid situation I found myself in. I was bent over like a show piece having my anus licked at the instruction of a known criminal. It felt dirty and wrong, but dirty and wrong always got me going.

I let out a tiny moan without realising it, but unfortunately Valentin heard it.

"Fucking whore," he snapped. "I will tell you when you can cum. Stop and come over here, both of you."

He was only a couple of metres away and we both turned to walk over.

"Crawl," he pointed to the floor. "On all fours like dogs."

Our leather boots creaked on the carpet while he degraded us further.

"Ass up, heads down," he barked.

We did his bidding and slowly slithered towards him like a couple of bitches in heat. Our chins were practically scraping the thick carpet we were so low. It must have looked like we were worshipping him and he was loving the power he had over us.

"Take my slippers off," he continued when we got to his feet.

Natalie took the left and I took the right, gently slipping them off his large feet and placing them to the side.

"Crawl up my legs."