Michael Reagan - The Devil's Handshake

It worked instantly. He could see Nara’s fear fueled mind had started to calm down. She shook her head frenziedly. It appeared the mention of sending her back to Oleg had terrified her more than what he was about to do her, although he could help but look at incredible breasts as the continued to rise and fall as the result of her heavy breathing.

“Good,” he said as he removed her blindfold to be greeted with terrified tear filled eyes. Immediately Thomas felt terribly guilty.

“S-i-r… I b-e-g d-o-n-’t” she said breathlessly once he removed the gag and then gulping as she said the words.

“Please don’t send me back to Oleg Mälikgulyýewiç,” she added, tears arriving in full flow like a waterfall down her face.

“Thomas,” he whispered to calm her. “Call me Thomas,” he repeated this time taking a tear and brushing it away from her face and stroking her cheek softly.

Still breathing heavily and thus continuing to provide Thomas with the absolutely wonderful sight of her breasts while trying to cross her legs because she was still naked. She closed her eyes and then nodded.

“Thom… as,” she said slowly.

Nara’s mind was in turmoil.

Earlier, she had been absolutely terrified when Yuri had dragged her out of the club and back to her little flat. She thought despite what happened in the club with that strange Oligarch buying her, he was still going to kill her. Only that didn’t happen; instead he asked her where her papers and passport were.

“I don’t have one, Yuri,” she had replied and earnt a hard slap across her face in response.

“Don’t lie to me ganjyk. I know you do. We own this fucking country, everybody knows Oleg’s Mälikgulyýewiç girls!” he had said with evil intent.

Shaking with fear knowing now that even after paying one thousand U.S. dollars for her documents that it appeared that Oleg had known all along about her intentions to escape to Dubai, she did as she was told and gave them to him.

Ordering her to strip, fearing the worst she had initially refused, but when he pulled out his famous knife she wet herself for the first time since the terrible night she had been raped by Oleg as a child.

“N-O!” she had repeatedly screamed in Russian as he ripped at the material of her outfit.

“Don’t worry ganjy, you’re not the Boss’s property anymore. So stop pissing! And fucking turn around,” he had ordered whilst laughing. “I am not that fucking stupid!” he had added before he tossed and turned her around and bound her wrists behind her back with the flexi cuffs that he had pulled out of his pocket as he had known all about the rumors of what had happened those that had crossed the English Oligarch in past. A death sentence if he touched something that wasn’t his was most definitely not on his agenda.

Having gagged and blindfolded her, Yuri then pushed her on to bed so he could put a set of flexi cuffs on her ankles thus binding them together to stop her from trying to run away.

Finishing off his interpretation of “suitably delivered,” he tore off all off her remaining clothes so to leave her naked with tears rolling down her face from the shame.

Then with a rough pull of her arm he lifted her limp body up and placed her over his shoulder, then promptly walked out of the little apartment along the corridor and down the stairs as her scared neighbors quickly closed their doors before he reached them, out through the apartment’s entrance until he reached the black Mercedes S500 waiting outside.

Shoving her roughly in front of him first, he got in by the side of her. Once the door was closed they sped off towards the Sheraton.

As they made their way through the city, with her head pulled into Yuri groin forcing the terrified Nara to smell not just his strong perfume, but also the foul smell from his private parts in the process, she willed herself to ignore the groping of her breasts. She shut her eyes despite them already been covered.

“Allah. Am I going to die?” she asked but didn’t receive an answer.

Finally, the car stopped. As he got out of car Nara heard the voice she had heard earlier.

“Yuri, for the love of god! Give the poor girl some respect!” the voice said as she felt a hand grasp her arm and drag her out of the car.

“Your boss said suitably prepared, so fuck off!” Yuri responded with venom.

“Here’s the Jelep’s papers,” he said as she felt Yuri roughly hand her over to what she assumed was another person, as while the hand was firm it wasn’t rough.

Suddenly Nara felt a jacket being put over her and then buttoned up at the front followed by the voice saying,

“I will keep you blindfolded, so you don’t have to look upon your shame… while I get you upstairs,” in Russian.

As he picked her up in his arms she felt him carry her into what she assumed was the elevator. Then after a few moments as she heard the doors open again and felt her body being carried down another corridor and then into what she assumed was a room before finally another room where she was gently placed on a bed.

As she felt the jacket being removed to leave her naked again, fearing her rape was about to begin Nara started breathing heavily only to calm down again when a blanket was placed on her,

“Don’t worry,” the voice said. “He won’t hurt you.”

What seemed like hours to her, but was, in fact, was only forty-five minutes Nara suddenly felt the presence of a person in the room and then, to her horror sit on the bed.

Fearing her second rape of the day was about to begin as she felt the hand of the person touch her face, she started screaming into the gag. Suddenly, she felt herself being flipped her over. Immediately a searing pain tore through her shoulders. She whimpered.

“It is the person who bought me from Oleg!” her mind had raced as she recognized the voice.

Ordered to calm down by him she only stopped screaming when his words sunk in that if she didn’t, he would send her back to Oleg. Willing her mind to be strong as the blindfold came off, her eyes fixed on him.

Listening to him and fearing him now as the new Oleg in her life, she prepared herself for the worse, only that didn’t happen!

Yes, she could see immediately he desired her by the way he looked up and down at her body, but instead to her surprise he cut her bonds off, one by one then surprised her further as she tried to cover her naked vulnerability when he got up and went to the bathroom.

Nara looked around to gather her bearings. She knew instantly where she was, having spent many an hour in the hotel’s bedrooms but due to the fact she was naked without clothes she decided against making a break for it. Instead, her mind focused on the telephone.

“Do I call Mama?” she had thought before dismissing it. She knew her poor mother was still in shock from the attack of the afternoon. She couldn’t ask her to come to the hotel.

“It will send her over the edge,” she bitterly concluded as he wandered back into the room holding out for her a long robe with his eyes turned away.

Still half crazed Nara snatched it from him. Then he surprised her again. He kept his eyes shut while she put it on.

“That’s odd!” she thought, bearing in mind how he had already seen her naked moments ago, but she didn’t complain. Men were always strange. It appeared this one was no different.

Her modesty covered, Thomas opened his eyes, opened the champagne expertly then handed her a flute.

“Nostroviya,” he said looking into her eyes where upon he drank his whiskey in his other hand.

Suspiciously, Nara returned his toast in an effort to satisfy him as she took a gulp of champagne to calm her mind. “Who is this strange, powerful oligarch?” she asked herself. She didn’t get a chance to find out. He took over.