Shadows Of Power Pt 02

Author's Note: This story is set in the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway and Denmark.

This series is somewhat different to my usual storylines and is in response to a request from a reader. This series will explore the ethics of politics and personal gain and will have a number of darker themes than my usual stories.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All comments and feedback is welcome.

HF

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The bathroom fan hummed quietly, extracting the steam from the room as Linnea stepped from the shower and reached for the thick, white bath towel hanging on the railing. The young Nordlandic girl stepped from the shower, drying her pale, toned body. At eighteen years of age, she was enjoying her first year studying economics at the University of Nordland. Unlike her older sister, Solveig, she had certainly followed her parent's political leanings, having joined the Nordland Conservative Student Alliance (NCSA), her first steps towards a potential political career, like her father.

An avid swimmer, Linnea's body was the envy of many as she possessed a slender figure with curves in all the right places. Her heart-shaped face was surrounded by honey-blonde curls that contrasted with her sparkling vibrant emerald-green eyes. Standing at 5'6" and weighing a very trim 125lbs, her body was well proportioned at 34B-24-36, the result of her rigorous training in the pool.

She glanced in the mirror at her reflection as she finished drying her body with its porcelain-like skin and rosy complexion with enhanced her youthful glow. Her gazed lingered momentarily on her small, perky breasts, so far unseen by her boyfriend, Oskar. Her areolae surrounding her nipples were a soft, rosy pink, slightly darker than the rest of her skin, with a soft, gentle texture and small, fine bumps that add to their natural allure. Her nipples, standing pert and proud, were a shade darker than her areolae, with a rosy-pink hue that contrasted gently against the surrounding skin.

Drying her slender, toned legs, the towel brushed over her pubic mound, covered by a neatly groomed patch of blonde hair. Nestled at the junction of her pale thighs was her labia, colored a soft shade of pink. As Linnea dried the tops of her thighs, her fingers brushed the smooth, soft folds, her fingers reacting to the velvety feel of her most intimate area.

She pulled her fingers away from there, lest it generate any unwanted sensations. Linnea had been brought up to remain pure and chaste and, unlike her older sister, her thin and delicate hymen still partially covered the opening of her vagina. The thin, pale pink membrane a clear indication of her willingness to follow traditional moral values as espoused by her parents.

She lifted her dainty and well-groomed feet, with her slender toes and smooth, blemish free skin to dry them off with the towel. Despite her regular swimming sessions, Linnea's frequent sessions at the local nail saloon ensured her nails were a bright fire-engine red that contrasted sharply against her pale skin.

Linnea finished drying her body and hung the towel up on the rack as she stood in front of the mirror and sink to start her daily makeup and cleansing ritual. She started by cleansing her face and remove any impurities with Fresh Soy Face Cleanser by Fresh. Once she had finished cleansing her face, she applied her balancing tone from La Mer which left her skin feeling refreshed and revitalized. She then followed this with her Crème de la Mer Moisturizing Cream by La Mer to lead her skin soft and supple.

Her skin care routine complete, Linnea reached for her makeup that was sitting neatly arranged on the shelf next to the sink. She applied her Double Wear Stay-in-Place Foundation by Estée Lauder to give her a long-lasting base. Peering closely in the mirror, she carefully concealed the few blemishes on her face with Radiant Creamy Concealer by NARS, ensuring she brightened and hydrated her under-eye area.

The next item she reached for was her blush to add a subtle flush of color to her cheeks. Her favorite was Blush Subtil in Rose Fresque by Lancôme. She delicately brushed this finely milled powder over her cheeks, adding a natural-looking glow to her complexion. Putting the blush away, she took out her eyeshadow, Naked2 Eyeshadow Palette by Urban Decay, selecting a neutral shade that complemented her soft, pale complexion and personal style.

Continuing with her eyes, she picked up her tube of mascara, Le Volume de Chanel Mascara by Chanel to define and volumize her lashes before moving to her lips and using her Rouge Coco Flash Lipstick in Boy by Chanel to provide her lips with a splash of color and a glossy finish.

Picking up her hairbrush, Linnea styled her hair in a simple yet elegant manner, opting for a sleek blowout with a side part. She used Hairdresser's Invisible Oil Heat/UV Protective Primer by Bumble & Bumble to protect her hair from heat damage while styling. Placing the brush down, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror -- the perfect image of an attractive, yet conservative, young Nordic woman.

Draping a plush robe around her body, Linnea made her way back into her bedroom to get dressed for her university classes for the day. Pausing at her underwear drawer, she examined the contents before selecting a simple, yet elegant, white bra and panty set from Marie Jo, one of her favorite brands. She then pulled an unopened 2-pack Elin nude premium tights from Swedish Stockings, her preferred brand for hosiery. She opened the pack and extracted a pair of tights before placing the other back in her drawer.

All of her undergarments were deposited on her bed as she examined the contents of her wardrobe as she glanced out the window at the weather. Finally, Linnea settled on a white, cotton button-down blouse from Filippa K, a black knee-length A-line skirt from Ganni and a pair of comfortable yet stylish flats from ECCO.

Shrugging the robe from her shoulders, Linnea dropped it on the bed next to her clothes and selected her bra from the pile of clothing. Slipping her arms through the straps, she reached behind her to fasten it into position before adjusting the cups to sit more comfortably over her breasts. The next item was the matching white panties that she slipped into and pulled up around her waist, ensuring they fitted over her mound.

She picked up her nude tights and gave them a stretch as they were new from the packet. Linnea sat on the edge of her bed and scrunched the left leg of the tights before putting her left foot in and pulling it up to her left knee. She then repeated the process with her right leg, also stopping at the knee. Standing up, she pulled the tights the rest of the way up over her thighs and hips.

Linnea turned her attention to the blouse on the bed and picked it up, slipping her arms through the sleeves and buttoning it up to cover her torse. Her skirt was next, pulled into position and zipped up before she slipped her nylon-covered feet into her comfortable flats.

A quick glance in the mirror before she picked up her satchel and slipped her phone inside, along with her wallet. The satchel already contained her laptop and notes, and she was ready for her classes. As she made her way down to the kitchen where her parents were, she wondered why she hadn't seen Solveig in a couple of days. Probably off fucking her boyfriend or protesting at some rally, she thought to herself.

*****

Linnea was walking after her classes at the university when she heard her name being called out. She turned to see Solveig's boyfriend, Leif, approaching. She let out a silent groan. What did Solveig ever see in this guy, she thought? With his long, straggly hair and sparse blonde facial hair, he certainly wasn't someone that Linnea would be interested in, no matter his political persuasion. Leif, like her sister, was firmly opposed to pretty much everything Linnea stood for, so she only slowed her pace, not stopping.

"Leif," she said, curtly. "Linnea, I need to talk to you...have you seen Solveig?" he asked urgently.

Linnea gave a small sigh. "No, Leif, I haven't. I thought she was with you all weekend. Aren't you supposed to be off protesting or something?" she added acidly.

Leif scowled at the barb but didn't bite back. "Linnea, I'm serious...I haven't seen her since Saturday night. She went out to...get some stuff...and didn't come back to the apartment," he told her.

Linnea gave him a disapproving look. "By stuff, I'm assuming you mean drugs..."

"Yeah, so what?" he countered, defensively. "Look...I'm just worried about your sister..." he told her. Probably more worried about the drug money, Linnea thought to herself. "She's a big girl, she can take care of herself," Linnea replied, unaware of the reality of what happened to her sister.

"Can you just please try and call her...maybe she'll pick up for you..." Leif asked, almost desperately. Linnea glanced at her phone, tired of talking with her sister's socialist boyfriend. "Yeah, sure. I'll tell her you're looking for her...I've got to go to get to my next class." She started to walk away, leaving Leif standing there. He can just go fuck off, she thought.

Linnea didn't really have a class coming up, she was just going to a study group in the library and as she made her way there, something was nagging in her mind. As much as she disliked her sister's politics and general view on life, she was still her sister. With a frustrated sigh, she pulled out her phone and tapped Solveig's contact.

That's strange, she thought. The phone went straight to voicemail. Was she screening her calls? Frowning, she opened her Find My app and tapped her sister's icon. To her surprise, it showed her last location being in the industrial area down by the docks. What is Solveig doing down there, Linnea thought to herself?

She tried her sister's number again with the same result. Letting out a long sigh of frustration at the antics of her older sister, Linnea tapped the Uber app, booking a ride to the last known location of her sister's phone.

*****

Linnea looked nervously up and down the street as the Uber drove off into the distance. A cool breeze rustled the hem of her skirt as she looked up at the building in front of her. It was an old warehouse that looked like it had been converted into storage and accommodation. The few people around on the street were not what she would consider true Nordlanders. Most were migrants and other groups living on the fringes of Nordland society. With her blonde hair, pale complexion and expensive clothing, Linnea stood out in this area, and she felt a shiver of fear rush through her body.

She made her way to the door and, to her surprise, found it unlocked. Opening the door, Linnea peered inside. There was a long hallway, with doors down each side and a single one at the end. She could see light coming from under that door.

Nervously, Linnea made her way down the darkened corridor towards the door at the end. She could hear sounds emanating from inside and her hand paused on the handle. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and was dazzled by the light coming from inside.

As she stepped through the doorway, she entered another world. She was standing in a reasonably sized room, perhaps used for storage at one point in time. In the center of the room was a dirty mattress, surrounded by lights. But it wasn't the lights surrounding the scene that caught Linnea's attention. It was the dozen, large black men standing around in various stages of undress.

Her eyes were drawn automatically to the figures writhing on the mattress, the focus of everyone's attention. Three large black men. One small pale woman. One of the men was lying on his back with the woman straddling him, even from this distance, Linnea could tell that his black cock was embedded firmly in her ass. The second man was kneeling between his companion's legs, thrusting him impressive black cock into the woman's pussy. Meanwhile, the third man was standing next to her, his fat black cock buried into her sucking mouth.

Moaning and groaning filled the air of the room as Linnea realized with in astonishment that the woman on the dirty mattress, being filled by three very large black cocks, was Solveig. She let out a gasp of surprise and shock. "Solveig!"

The group of black men all turned and looked at her as if she was a deer caught in headlights.

*****

Linnea sat opposite her sister in the small room, more a converted old office from when the building had been used for storage. Solveig had a thin blanket wrapped around her pale shoulders. She looked tired and gaunt from her experience over the past several days, her body covered in sweat, grime, and dried bodily juices.

When Linnea had let out her shocked gasp at recognizing her sister on the mattress, Solveig had turned her head to look at the source of the noise. The bright lights, necessary for the video cameras the black men had set up, had blinded her. Her initial thought was annoyance at the interruption as the three men had stopped fucking her. Her next thought was surprise when she had recognized her sister standing there.

Linnea had stood there, dumbfounded and in shock, as the black men looked at each other in confusion before one, who had introduced himself as Jamal, had come over to the young blonde Nordic woman and asked her who she was. When Linnea had replied that she was Solveig's sister, she was still too stunned by the events that she didn't see a flash of wickedness in Jamal's eyes.

Jamal had led the stunned Linnea to the small office and told her to wait there while he brought her sister in. A few moments later, Solveig entered the office, the blanket wrapped around her body. "Solveig...what...what's going on here?" Linnea asked, still in shock.

"These are some of my...friends..." Solveig said slowly, as if reciting a script. "Friends?" Linnea retorted. "What is this...some sort of orgy or something?" she demanded. "These don't look like your usual sort of friends you hang out with...what about Leif, does he know about this?"

Solveig shook her head. "N...no...he doesn't..."

"So, what happened? Look at you...have you been having sex all weekend?" Linnea asked in disgust. "I can't believe you...look at yourself...fucking all these black men...you should be ashamed of yourself, Solveig!"

Solveig gave her a little grin. "You should try it, sis..."

Linnea harrumphed in disgust. "I wouldn't be caught dead fucking a black man...just wait till mother and father hear about this! That big, fat allowance father gives you to be the 'good' daughter...well that'll go in a flash when he sees what you've been doing!" She looked over at her sister, sitting there in just the thin blanket. "Solveig, uh...are you going to get cleaned up at least?" she asked in revulsion.

Solveig nodded, standing up and moving towards the sink in the corner of the room. Turning the tap, she started to wash the grime off her body. "So, are you going to tell me what happened?" Linnea asked. "How did you end up here?"

Solveig paused, her hands trying to clean the residue of two days of sex from her body. "I...I went to buy..." she said, hesitatingly. "You went to buy drugs...I know, Leif told me..." Linnea said in a judgmental tone. Her older sister nodded, still wiping her body clean with a towel that she found hanging next to the sink.

Linnea shook her head in disgust as she saw how her sister was covered in grime and residue. A thought struck her mind as she watched Solveig clean her crotch. "Solveig...did you use any protection?" she asked her sister.

Solveig looked up at her blonde sister and shook her head. "N...no...it all sort of happened so fast to start with..."

"But...you're not on the pill, are you?" Linnea gasped in shock. Solveig shook her head. Linnea looked at her older sister in a mix of shock, horror, and disbelief. "So, you had sex with God knows how many black men and didn't use protection at all?"

Solveig made her way over to the sofa and sat down next to her sister. "I...I know it was risky...but...but it just felt so good...so right..."

"So right?" Linnea exclaimed in disbelief. "How can you say something like that? What would Leif say if you got pregnant? Oh my God, what would mother and father say?" She shook her head. "You're incredible, Solveig...I can't believe you went and did something like this!"

Solveig reached out and took Linnea's hands in hers. "Linnea...listen...I know it seems like a lot and believe me...it's confused me too..." She paused. "But...once things...started...well, they just seemed to take a life of their own...it felt so good..."

"Good?" Linnea retorted, pulling her hands from Solveig's. "I can't believe what you're saying...look at you...you've turned into a slut!"

Solveig regarded her younger sister for a moment. "Look...I...I know we've had our differences, but this...this was something...special for me..."

"Special?" Linnea replied with a sneer. "What was so special about lying on your back with some black guy sticking his cock inside you?"

Solveig gave her younger sister a look of resentment. "Listen to you...always the little goody two shoes...ok, so I was getting fucked...so what?" she spat. "You've never even had a cock inside you, white or black, and now here you are going around preaching to me about what's right and what's wrong..."

"Yes, Solveig...I've learnt to keep my legs closed...unlike you..." Linnea replied in a snarky tone. "So, what is it you want then, huh?" Solveig replied. "Are you just here to rub my face in my choices...run off home to mama and papa and tell them what a terrible person I am?"

Linnea regarded her sister for a moment before her expression softened slightly. "Look...I'm sorry...Solveig, I...I was just shocked to see you like this..." she said. "You're right...what you do with your life is your own business...I...I was just worried about you...that's why I'm here..."

Solveig swallowed as she realized her little sister had followed her out of love and concern for her well-being, despite the antagonistic relationship they had. "Hey...I...I guess I should say thank you...for coming to look for me."

Linnea looked into her sister's eyes. "I don't know what's going on here...but I'm worried...I want you to come home with me...please..."

Just then there was a knock at the door, and it opened to reveal Jamal standing there. "Hey, are you two ladies, ok?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice. Solveig looked up at him and nodded. "We were just talking...about stuff..."

He made his way into the room and sat down in a chair opposite them. "Everything ok?" Linnea sighed and said, "Yes...everything's ok...I was just a little shocked...you know...at everything..." She turned to look at Solveig. "But it seems that she's ok...she seems to be enjoying herself...we just hadn't heard anything from her in a couple of days so we were worried about her."

Jamal nodded. "Look...I can get that..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag containing several joints. "You both seem pretty worked up...want something to calm down...?"

Linnea shook her head; she'd never tried drugs before and she certainly wasn't going to in this environment but to her incredible surprise, Solveig reached for a joint. "Solveig...what are you doing?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"Just having something to calm down..." Solveig told her younger sister. "I can't believe you...doing drugs now?" Linnea exclaimed. Solveig gave her a little, sardonic smile. "Trust me, the only way I could fuck Leif was when I was high..." Linnea couldn't help but let out a little giggle at her sister's words.