Final Chapter (Epilogue):
Gaby's perspective...
I opened my thighs for the sadistic FSB commander and rapist who now thrust his cock so hard into my core. My body thrummed with need, though, and the shame that had once coursed through my mind had long since been burned out. 'I'm nothing but a sexy brunette fuck-toy to this awful, heartless shell of a human being'. That's all I could think to myself as the gentle fucking continued, but at least I could be thankful for that much. And for the giant cock inside me, stoking my core. Oh god, when I had I lost control and become this shameless slut?
Was it when the constant procession of Russian cocks had filled me during the past hour and more? Or was it long before then, when Trisha and her sister and I were first held prisoner by some of Dmitri's subordinates, tormented and fucked until our innocence had been extinguished?
I couldn't remember, but as the bastard finally pulled out of me, pumping his cock hard, the last vestiges of cum sprang from his cock-head and peppered my pubic muff. He left the globs of cum glistening on my intimate curls and kissed me with a satisfied grunt.
"Not bad, bitch...I could feel you getting wet for me and humping me back some. Keep that attitude up, you may live in reasonable comfort until I sell your cute ass."
I licked my lips, nodding like a good slave. "Th-thank you Master. Ca-can this slave ask you something?" I risked looking into his calculating gaze, fearing to see cold, hard glaciers within that fierce face. But in the post-coitus state of bliss, with his cock finally and thoroughly spent, he seemed slightly more relaxed.
"What is it?"
"One of your men told Slave Trisha and I that the birth control pills you give us are placebos. That we could get pregnant. Is this true, Master?"
Dmitri looked at me for a moment, clearly taken aback by my question. He suddenly chuckled, shaking his head as if this were the most amusing question he'd ever been prodded with.
"Slave Gabriella, or shall I call you Gaby? Yes, I think I'll go with Gaby. Slave Gaby, you are my fuck-toy, and as long as you remain interesting to me the birth control pills you receive will remain very real. When I tire of a slut...then she gets the sugar pills...and then, when she's pregnant, well, I don't need to tell you that as a Russian spy raised by a KGB father I know human traffickers around the globe who will pay well for a healthy young pregnant slut. Does this answer your question?"
Terror must have shone on my face because he grinned as I slowly nodded, realization dawning on me about just how sick this Russian fuck truly was.
He took me by the arm and rose from the couch. This muscular Russian with tattoos snaking up both bicep-bulging arms guided me through the maze of corridors in the FSB compound until he came to yet another one of his endlessly huge suites. A stool greeted us near the front door. Its feet were embedded into the marble flooring with drilled nails. I could see the gorgeous young blonde sitting on it, completely naked.
Trisha's tear-streaked face greeted me. I could see that a large, black vibrating artificial cock snaked its way from the seat of the stool, now deeply embedded in Trisha's young pussy. My friend could do little more than squirm because both her wrists were cuffed to either side of her, just underneath the seat, and her ankles were roped tightly underneath her, with more rope looping around her hips to hold them snug. She was one taut, agonized sculpture of prime femininity, as helpless as any woman I'd ever seen.
