Oleg does his duty

Three young victims

The two sisters and their friend, Helga, had been abducted from the streets of Gdansk and smuggled to Belgium. The Belgian brothel was one of the busiest in Europe and catered for every taste. Since their arrival there the day before Helga, Kristen and Ludmilla had been left in no doubt what lay in store for them. What they had seen and heard struck terror into their young hearts. All night they had listened through the walls of their small room to the cries of other girls being forced to have sex. In a corridor they had seen naked young women, their hands shackled and with chains around their necks, being dragged against their will towards a door marked ‘Salon’. The look of terror on the girls’ faces told its own story. Elsewhere they had been passed by a girl with her hands over her private parts, strap marks across her breasts and back, and semen running down her legs. She could barely walk and her open-legged gait told of her having suffered repeated rape. Her guard showed no mercy as he dragged her roughly towards the ablution suite.

It was there that our three young victims were now being taken. They still wore their own clothes but they knew it was only a matter of time before those were taken from them. Their guard, Oleg, ordered them to follow him inside. ‘We get you ready’ he said to them. ‘Undress and I tell you what you do’. The girls knew there was no point in resisting him; he was huge and they could tell he was sexually excited by his work. They didn’t dare give him the excuse he was looking for. Helga, Kristen and Ludmilla took off their clothes, all the time feeling Oleg’s eyes boring into them. ‘You be very popular’ he told them ‘Men want to play with you a lot’. Oleg made a crude gesture with his forefinger, leaving no room for misunderstanding about what he meant.’Now you wash please and shave your pussy hair. No hair on cunny. Just little patch above. I do if you like’. All three girls immediately indicated that they would do it for themselves. Oleg gave them a razor each and a can of foam; then he gestured towards the showers. ‘Go wash’ he said ‘Wash pussy extra well – for later’ he smirked.

The girls all showered, with Oleg still watching them. After they were dry they set about shaving themselves. Oleg made a point of checking every few minutes to see that they were doing it correctly. ‘I inspect now’ Oleg said when they had finished. Oleg made Helga open her legs in front of him, and then ran his thumb over her labia, feeling for any roughness. Finding one or two tiny bristles, he picked up her razor and after dabbing her with foam he swiftly removed them. Then, taking a tube of cream from his pocket he applied some to his hand and rubbed it over Helga’s crotch area. Helgan gasped when she felt one of his huge fingers force its way inside her. She was dry with fear and it hurt dreadfully. ‘You good’ Oleg grunted, before turning his attentions to the sisters.

‘Now you nearly ready for fuck’ Oleg said to them once he’d satisfied himself they were shaved properly. ‘Plenty men waiting for you. Big hard cocks. You get lots’.

The girls froze with fear. They’d known it would happen but they hadn’t been prepared for it being so soon. And as if to compund their terror, just at that moment the door to the ablutions suite was opened and two young women came in. It was obvious immediately that they’d each been raped; one girl’s cunt gaped open to show red-raw flesh within. There was semen in her hair, on one cheek, over her breasts, almost everywhere. Her small area of pubic hair was matted; there was semen down the inside of her thighs and a large sticky deposit still clung to her sex. The other girl had fared no better and from the stripes across her bottom she must have been beaten as well.

‘You next’ Oleg sneered. ‘You get pussies seen to now’. Then, reaching inside a drawer, Oleg took out some collars and cuffs. ‘Put on’ he grunted ‘Then I chain you.’ The girls were so frightened that their fingers fumbled hoplesssly doing up the unfamiliar buckles and clasps. As soon as they were finished Oleg pulled out a length of chain and began attaching it to their collars so that all three girls were bound together.

‘There’ said Oleg ‘Nearly ready.’ He pulled his end of the chain and the girls were forced to follow. But Oleg wasn’t quite ready to hand them over. His role description required him to do one more thing before taking girls through to the men who were waiting for them.

Leading the girls towards the back of a long sofa he told them ‘Bend over now. Open legs for Oleg’. The girls had feared all along that Oleg might be going to rape them. They’d seen how aroused he was becoming. The bulge in his pants was very obvious now. ‘Over’ Oleg said as he forced their heads over the sofa-back and roughly pulled their legs apart. ‘Three nice pussy hole’ he remarked. Then Oleg took a tube from one of his pockets and unscrewed the top. ‘My job make you wet inside so cocks go in better’ Oleg told the girls. Oleg’s fingers probed deep as he applied a generous quantity of lubricant to each girl. This was what Oleg had been waiting for all along. His role description said that every girl had to have her vagina well lubricated preparatory to being taken to the Public Salon. The assumption was that it should be done manually, either by the girls themselves or by the guard overseeing their preparations. But the role description didn’t specify that, so Oleg had devised his own way. Unzipping his fly he pulled out his erect cock and applied a generous amount of lubricant over the entire length. Kirsten, Helga and Ludmilla were trembling with the indignity of their situation. Naked, bent over the sofa-back, with their legs spread apart and their sex showing; it was utterly humiliating.

‘Ready now’ Oleg grunted. Ludmilla was the first. She felt the head of Oleg’s cock pressed up into her vulva, and then engage at the opening to her vagina. It felt huge and when Oleg thrust up inside her she gasped with the pain.

Oleg repeated the process with Helga and Kirsten. Kirsten cried silently to herself as she felt his huge penis forced into her vagina. But it would be worse she thought if I had no lubrication. Oleg lingered and Kirsten felt his cock twitch inside her. Then Oleg withdrew, with a grunt. ‘He’s cum in me’ Kirsten whispered to Helga.

‘Now you ready’ Oleg told them. Stand up and follow me. Plenty big cock for you tonight. You very sore afterwards. Lots of spunky.’

The girls followed, their legs feeling like jelly. It was going to be a long night …

This, my first story, is pure fiction and the characters do not exist. I’d be interested in any comments and suggestions for how it might be improved. Please write to me.