"I think I was taken as collateral against unpaid accounts. I know which accounts. Their value. Who was owed. Perhaps Daddy has paid up in which case you maybe 'selling' me back to him. Maybe he has not paid up, in which case the inside information I have about the Randolf Corporation is even more valuable. I am too valuable to waste, having me spend my time cleaning floors! I'm worth money to you. I am worth even more money working for you. You don't own this operation. Go tell whoever does!"
Neena runs an errand.
"Neena Alexandrovna, how kind of you to come all the way to Moscow to see me!"
"It is always a pleasure, Igor Ivanovitch and no trouble at all. Actually, I also have an appointment with Alana Sergeyevna."
"Lunch?"
"Yes, that too - and to see little Dmitry."
"Quite so, quite so but I think you have other matters on your mind?"
"Yes, Igor Ivanovitch. I have exceeded my instructions concerning the American, Tracy Randolf and think I am losing control of her."
"Really?"
"When she arrived, she assaulted me. My instructions were to confine her but as we did not know how long she would be with us and to make her more compliant, I interpreted my instructions as meaning that I should treat her as a newly acquired slave and begin her training."
"Your diligence and enthusiasm have been noted, Neena Alexandrovna but let me reassure you. The American is a temporary acquisition but we do not know how long we will have to care for her. At our last business meeting, before Anatoly Sergeyevitch left for his vacation, he told us that he had been asked to return the Randolf girl but when we reflected on the practicalities you pointed out - astutely, I thought - you pointed out that there would be danger for us if she was sent back before she was compliant and we also felt that by and large, the girl might even benefit from her new experiences, which are doing her no lasting harm, so what is the reason for your disquiet?"
"Yesterday, she began to talk about her value to us. Specifically, the value of the financial information and expertise she carries with her. We have never asked her to provide information to us. The Randolf girl knows we know who she is - after all, she has never missed the opportunity to tell us. Specifically, she reminded me that we should not sell her too cheaply."
"Did she? Well, that is considerate! How did the question of her sale arise?"
"After the last business meeting, I told Pavea she had been sold. I wanted to increase her anxiety, to reinforce the idea that she was merely an asset to be used and she has been reflecting on the situation."
"And she has made some counter proposals? How American that is! How resilient and creative. I am impressed! Then she made you her messenger to deliver them?" Mendeleyev chuckles. "Wonderful!" he says and continues, "and you are now beginning to feel at a disadvantage because the girl is exactly right in what she says. She is a most valuable acquisition?"
"Exactly and I wanted your advice on how to manage Pavea before I brought her remarks in front of Anatoly Sergeyevitch so when he returns from vacation, he can consider how we can use the Randolf girl before she is eventually released"
"Well of course, we should always make it a rule to be careful what we say to slaves, or say in their hearing but the girl is correct in what she asserts. We must begin to think about how we can use her and yet leave her in no doubt about her present status. Go see Alana Sergeyevna and little Dmitry. Enjoy lunch and I will have some suggestions for you presently."
The following day, Neena begins to implement her new instructions concerning Tracy as she and Andrei watch Tracy work out in the gym at the Dacha.
"So we are starting her on the MSH?" comments Andrei (1)
"Yes: we need the slave dark and randy. Especially randy. In fact, we want her brain ruled by her itchy smouldering drooling little pussy."
"Steady on, Neena. The Boss and SK will not want the little bitch staining the carpets and furniture!"
"Of course, we'll have to remember her colouring. She has red hair. That might not look too good against very dark skin. Or will it? Well: let's find out. If we keep her head smooth, a clash of colours is not something we will have to worry about, anyway. Will you be able to bulk her up?"
"I am afraid you are going to have to reduce your ambitions, Neena. Pavea is an ectomorph.(2)
I can make her look like a gymnast but she is never going to be a body builder. Wrong physiological make up. Not like Vyera. She is beautifully muscled. I am missing her."
"You are missing putting your prick inside her, you mean?"
"Well, I definitely mean that - in addition to the aesthetics!"
"So, back to Pavea: she is going to have to become a muscular gymnast? I want - I mean we want her to see her body changing and to have her tormented by the insatiable itch between her legs."
"Who is she going to? I thought we were only 'looking after her' for a spell?"
"We are only looking after her but we do not know when we will be able to send her back, unfortunately. Well, I say 'unfortunately'. Fortune is what she will bring us whilst we have her and Igor Ivanovitch has recommended that we should gently remind her that life has changed. Its time her body was used."
"For more than cleaning the Dacha? And scrubbing?"
"Yes, for a lot more than scrubbing!"
Music At Night
Tracy is being led by Neena up to the servants area of the Dacha. She is blindfolded and a dog lead is clipped to her collar. To prevent any interference with proceedings, Pavea's wrists are cuffed to a thick leather belt with encircles her waist. The belt buckles closed at the front and Pavea's cuffed hands are fastened to the belt at the back.
She is hobbled by ankle cuffs joined to each other by a leather strap. Tracy can walk but she has to take careful obedient steps as she is urged on by her Mistress. In short: she is perfectly restrained.
Tracy realizes she is being taken to somewhere new in the Dacha.
She has followed the journey in her mind. Along the basement corridor. Up the spiral stairs to the ground floor. On upwards past the first and second floors and now in the attic storey. She follows Neena down another corridor. She feels Neena's hand on her chest to halt her progress. She stands. A door opens. A tug from the lead attached to her collar (words form in Tracy's mind: 'for goodness sake, do they think I am some sort of fucking dog?') brings her into a room. She is allowed to stand for a moment. Preparations are being made. ('Is this where they have their administrative offices?' wonders Tracy, 'are they going to start using my brain now, my expertise? Is this the moment when I can start over and re-exert myself?')
Tracy feels someone turn her around. There is someone at her feet. The hobble strap is un-done. Then a hand is firmly planted in her chest and she is pushed firmly backwards. That was unexpected! Tracy's head had been filling with ideas of Excel spread-sheets, her access code to the Randolf Corporation computer network, the most recent output from Bloomberg. Instead, she falls backwards onto a bed. In a moment hands grasp her beneath her shoulders and she has slid upwards across the sheet and her legs are attached to the bed frame. Her hands are released from the belt and each one hauled outwards and upwards to be, like her lower limbs, connected to some waiting attachment points. She has been spread-eagled onto someone's bed!
She is about to open her mouth in protest when her blindfold is stripped off and she sees the face of Neena and the Mongolian domestics looking down at her.
Neena has something in her hand. She takes advantage of Tracy's open-mouthed surprise and presses the penis gag into Tracy. The penis is broad-ish but not too long. It has been coated with just a little of something sweet. Even as Neena is strapping it behind her neck, the sweetness is making Tracy salivate and swallow. As she swallows, she notices that the penis seems to be 'open' as if there really was a sort of urethra - but you couldn't normally suck anything out of a urethra, surely - unless the guy was ejaculating, or peeing? Then Tracy catches sight of the dildo. It is attached on the other side of the penis gag. Its long, fat and covered with little round knobs. Neena pats it with her hand and Tracy immediately feels the motion transmitted to the penis gag now firmly between her teeth.
"Now I realize you have significant financial expertise Pavea but slaves exist to be fully exploited and we have not exploited your body, sexually. That begins tonight! This is going to be another level of training and my colleagues here will be very pleased to help you - in fact they will make sure you are very thoroughly introduced to the delights of the face-dildo. You will have the opportunity to watch each of them, all four of them, fuck themselves to exhaustion on your face. You will be able to watch as they part their lips on the dido and swallow it whole! They will ride and ride until they orgasm - and then I think they might all want to go round again! Fucking and cuming produces lots of very intimate fluids along the way - well, you know that - and this dildo will help you take part. There are little channels formed along the whole of its length which are designed to let mucous from whoever is using it drain into the dildo. When you swallow your own saliva, you will suck the mucous through into your very own mouth - so you are not just going to see the fucking, you are going to taste it too. Aren't you a lucky girl? Oh - safe sex. All the Mongolians are fluid-bonded. Actually, so is Vyera and now you will join them in this wonderful intimacy!"
Neena bends down and licks around Tracy's nipple and blows so the nipple begins to stand erect. Neena says: "so, I will go away and leave you all to have a wonderful night together and I will see you all in the morning."
The Mongolians smile and giggle.
Tracy rages! She makes to form some sharp piece of invective, but all she can do is swallow. She gazes up in dismay as a very wet Damdinsuryn straddles her head and begins to settle the dildo deep into her vagina. She travels down the length of the shaft carefully, clearly enjoying each bump and little knob as they squeeze into her. As she squats, she giggles and sways, just a little.
Tracy gets the best view in the house. Of Damdinsuryn spreading her labia. Of the head of the dildo disappearing. Of Damdinsuryn's buttocks and anus slowly approaching her face and all the while a sensation of increasing pressure of the gag across her face.
Tracy's salivary reflexes also now begin to betray her. She has to swallow and again and again and then Tracy realizes that as she swallows, she cannot help but suck! She is complicit in sucking the juices right out from the depths of her Tormentor's vagina. The first of four!
Neena's lips are at Tracy's ear. "This is a great show! Tomorrow, you will get to clean this wonderful piece of equipment. Isn't it an inspired creation? Clean it carefully. You are going to get to know it very well from now on. Enjoy!"
Between her legs, out of sight because Damdinsurn's anus, buttocks and vagina fill her whole field of vision, someone else is licking her clit! Tracy realises that before long, if the tongue keeps on, she will become just one more enthusiastic partner in this intimate, erotic ballet ...
5. Anatoly's Sticky Patch
Stockholm. The Night of Vyera's Release.
While Petra has been searching for Tracy Randolf, Jennifer McEwan's career as Vyera Anatolyevna, the non-consensual 'professional' slave is reaching its apogee. She is aboard the Andrei Tupolev, the yacht belonging to Anatoly Kustensky which has cast off its moorings in Stockholm Harbour and is preparing to set sail. It is evening and the sun is low in the sky.
The Retreat To Moscow
It is time to leave. The Captain gives orders for the boat to let go its moorings. He reverses the engines to pull the yacht away from the Strandvagen Quay and out into the clear water of Stockholm Harbour. (1)
Using engines and rudder, he swings the vessel around in a lazy circle and begins to nose towards the Galaparken shore and then starboard into the deep water channel between Djugarden and Skeppsholmen islands. The harbour is busy with other yachts, ferries and pleasure craft.
The Bridge on the yacht has a forward view but all other viewpoints are covered by look-out cameras. As he glances over his controls and instruments, a monitor screen displays the view over the harbour to port, to starboard and over the stern. A second monitor shows a sequence of shots from each of the cameras that show the activity on the various decks of the boat.
The boat swings to a course of 135 degrees and begins to move south east past the Djugarden Quay. The Captain notices a movement on the deck surveillance monitor. Sveta Kustenskaya and the slave Vyera are in conversation. Actually Sveta is doing the talking and Vyera is merely listening. She does not look very happy!
The Captain takes his eyes from the scene. There's nothing remarkable about it. No doubt Vyera's performance is falling below expectations. Besides he has plenty of other things to concern him. He re-checks his course, and speed, the proximity to other vessels and their courses.
"Captain?"
Yuri, the ship's technical officer, draws his attention away from the ship's radar.
"What?"
"On the stern deck. SK and Vyera. Something is going on."
There is an unmistakable urgency in Yuri's voice. The Captain looks across at the deck monitor - and gasps. Sveta Kustensky is helping Vyera over the ship's rail. Vyera does not seem as if she wants to go, but Sveta is obviously determined that she should. Vyera stands unsteadily, her hand in that of her Mistress ...
The Captain has only a moment to act. He shouts at one of the crewmen, also on the bridge. "Crewman! Port side! Stern deck! Incident! Yuri, you have the helm!"
In the time taken to issue the command and run across to the port window of the bridge, Sveta has let go of the slave and Vyera has executed a graceful dive away from the ship. She is airborne for a second before she is gone, beneath the waves.
The Captain watches as Sveta takes one of the emergency loud hailers and begins to call to some of the people on shore and waves, as Vyera makes her escape, through the dark waters.
The Captain and Yuri glance at one another, open mouthed. "I heard she had not been well," begins Yuri until a glance from the Captain stills his voice ...
Anatoly has arrived beside his wife on the deck and is watching in horror the receding figure of his slave Vyera as she swims towards the shore. He's running through a whole series of options in his mind. Launch a zodiac to get her back, turn the Tupolev to run her down, follow Vyera into the water himself. None of them are remotely practical. All he can do is to let the boat continue as though nothing has happened. (2)
The crewman sent by the captain arrives at the companionway and Anatoly stops him with a shake of the head.
Anatoly wants to grab hold of Sveta and shake some sense into her but, seeing how she is staring transfixed by the sight of the girl in the water, he knows this will be of no use. Instead, with a great effort he masters his emotions and gently places an arm over her shoulder.
To the crewman, standing by the companion way to the upper deck, he says, "Go to the bridge and tell the Captain to get us into international waters as fast as he can. Tell him I do not care how much fuel he uses!"
To Sveta he says, quietly and calmly, guiding her away from the rail. "Come on in to dinner. We don't want to spoil what has been prepared. I'll serve and we can both clear away. When it comes to it, I suppose you better wash and I'll dry?" He laughs: washing up and clearing away. Not something he is used to, just as it is a long time since the two of them had to endure the chore of washing up. The incongruity breaks the tension. Sveta's mood calms. She places her hand in his and together they resume their dinner, ignoring the momentous nature of the evening's events.
The Crewman reaches the Bridge. "Did you see that?" He is, like the rest of them, completely astonished. "The Boss is there now. He says to maintain course and get into international waters as fast as we can. Oh and don't worry about diesel!"
With what seems to be conscious effort, the Captain, Yuri and the Crew resume their duties. As the Captain scans his instruments once more, he notices that the AIS beacon is 'Off'. Maritime regulations say he should switch the beacon on at once, but he stills his instinct. This might be one occasion to overlook the demands of Regulations. The Boss, he thinks, might prefer not to let the whole world know who they are and what their position is. (3)
In the Dining Room, the meal ends. As soon as Sveta has gone to their cabin, Anatoly goes to the office on the boat and sits down to take stock of the situation. His mind has just begun to engage with the problem when a there is a knock at the door. "Boss?"
It's the captain.
"Well?"
"I just thought you should know. When we left, Yuri forgot to activate the AIS beacon. It's standard procedure on a boat this size. I'm sorry. There might be repercussions from the Port Authority. So I thought you should know."
"Which means that the Tupolev would be visible to anyone who cared to look such as a Coastguard and also on radar but we would not be transmitting ID?"
"Yes, exactly."
"So who would report us?"
"Perhaps other vessels. We passed a Baltic Ferries ship coming in from Helsinki, for example. But in harbour people are busy, maybe no one noticed. "
"Ah ... well thanks for letting me know. When did you realise?"
"As soon as I did a navigational check once we were out of the archipelago. Do you still want me to take the boat to Tallinn?"
"Tallinn? Fuck Tallinn! Go straight to Peter. (4) Get us a berth at the marina so Svetlana Nikitechna and I can disembark and we will go back to Moscow by train. You know that we are one person short?"
"Yes: woman overboard."
Anatoly responds with a sigh. Woman overboard all right but perhaps fortune really does favour the brave?
At least they had not broadcast their identity and position right from the time the Andrei Tupolev slipped its moorings ...
As soon as he was once more alone, Anatoly thinks about his father, the General. What did he used to say? 'Reconnaissance before planning. Planning before attack. Attack before dawn!' It's time for Anatoly to start taking control of the situation.
Reflections on Uncertainty
In Moscow, Igor Mendeleyev is rudely awoken from sleep by his bed-side telephone. He is not used to late night calls nowadays and it takes him several seconds to understand what is happening. He lifts the receiver. "Yes?"
"Igor Ivanovitch?"
"Yes?"
"Anatoly Sergeyevitch"
"Ah, oh? Who?"
"Anatoly Sergeyevitch!"
"Anatoly ... Anatoly Sergeyevitch? But?"
"Igor Ivanovitch. I have a crisis to deal with..."
By now Dr Mendeleyev has realized that he is not dreaming and has managed to gather his wits together. When was the last time Anatoly Sergeyevitch called in the middle of the night? Adrenalin begins to run through his veins in response.
"Please, Anatoly Sergeyevitch, tell me."
"Sveta Nikitechna has released Vyera."
"What? She did? Where?"
"Stockholm?"
"Stockholm! This is serious Anatoly Sergeyevitch."
Anatoly stops for a moment. Of course it's serious. He knows it and Mendeleyev must know that he knows it. He bites back the angry snap that is beckoning. "Serious is not the half of it. We were on the boat, leaving port. Vyera's husband and parents were sitting on a bench on the quay. Just a very bad coincidence. Vyera saw them and Svetlana Nikitichna saw that something was suddenly wrong with Vyera. I am not sure exactly what happened next but by the time I got out on deck, Vyera had dived overboard on the instructions of Svetlana Nikitichna who had used a loud hailer to attract the attention of Vyera's family and everyone else in the area."
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