Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page A

gagging for some cock. But maybe it was a tad more
complicated than that... Power and violence so freely yielded, and
raw masculinity so alluringly packaged – it all added up to a
potent hit when mixed with foreign danger and a healthy libido that
had been deprived for way too long. That perhaps is a better take
on things, but call her a slut if you want.
    Whatever! Vicky was stunned by her body’s reaction – it was a
shocking abuse to be physically struck, but oddly it made Yuri even
more attractive to her – power being a drug, potent and addictive,
and Vicky Fullerton was becoming hooked to this man who supplied
with such easy flourish.
    “We have reason to believe you may be carrying illegal
substances,” stated Dimitri, looking in Vicky’s direction. “Your
luggage is currently being searched. It would save time, and act in
your favour, if you were to confess now if that is the
case.”
    “Of course we’re not carrying anything illegal. You’ll find
nothing in our bags apart from dirty clothes,” replied Vicky,
knowing it was her place to take the lead. She wiped her face and
stood back up on her feet – her legs shaking, her pussy pulsating –
she really had to get a grip!
    “Perhaps,” replied Dimitri with a shrug of his broad
shoulders, then he flashed a disarming smile that did nothing to
help the slavering state of Vicky’s pussy. “The sniffer dogs did
not react to them, but they will be searched nonetheless. One of
the dogs did react to you, however. It reacted very positively. Are
you carrying anything on your person that might have caused such a
response?”
    “No,” stated Vicky with sure authority; then suddenly she
looked over to her handbag with horror on her face. “No...
Unless... unless it was the package.”
    “What package?” snapped Dimitri.
    “The present from Sergio. It’s in my bag.”
    “Search the bag!” ordered Dimitri.
    The subordinate big brute complied, emptying the contents of
Vicky’s bag onto a desk. And there is was, the present from Sergio
– Vicky could feel her heart racing and her guts wrenching with
anxiety – all whorish thoughts now forgotten s she saw the trap
approach. Gripped by nausea, she feared she might be sick. How
stupid could she have been to accept something without opening it
and not declaring it to the customs!
    “Is this what you mean?” asked Dimitri. He lifted up the
package and held it out towards Vicky.
    “Yes, Sergio gave it to me this morning before we left the
hotel. He said it was to remember him by.”
    “And what does it contain?”
    “It’s a present – I don’t know.”
    “Open it!” ordered Dimitri, thrusting the package back to his
subordinate.
    Grinning at the fun, the big brute ripped off the wrapping and
opened the box. Inside was a plastic bag shaped into a cube and
held bound by duck tape. He handed it to Yuri Karinov.
    Yuri weighed it in his hand and then fixed Vicky once again
with his terrifying black eyes.
    “A kilo,” he announced with startled raised eyebrows. “But a
kilo of what, I wonder? Chocolates from your admirer perhaps - in a
very odd casing! Then again... perhaps not!”
    Yuri removed a penknife from his uniform pocket and sliced
open the package. He dipped his finger in and brought it to his
nose – it was ominously coated in white powder. Yuri sniffed then
took a taste, touching his finger with the tip of his
tongue.
    “Cocaine!” he announced as if shocked and surprised. “And
excellent quality, I might add – Columbia should be proud of such a
crop! Illegal of course, in this country and most others... Who did
you say was your supplier here in Mordavia?”
    Vicky gazed at him wide eyed, her head spinning as she drowned
in the horror of the trap that had closed. “Sergio, the hotel
manager at The Golden Sands...” she blurted. “...and he’s not my
supplier. He gave that to me – I had no idea what it
contained.”
    “LIAR!” hollered Yuri, the walls shaking with the ferocity