Free Someone Elses Daughter by Jack Norman

wiped the back of her hand across her lips and looked up at him, half-hoping that this had satisfied him. It was all so surreal. Anyway, she had no choice in the matter, for he was dragging her to the bed. Nina squealed. For a so-called saviour, he was certainly rough and uncompromising with her as he thrust her face down over the foot of the bed. His fingers thrust inside her cunt, and she rocked back and forward on them, forcing away the feelings of guilt at her abject cooperation. He pulled out from her sodden flesh and she waited, her head in the coverlet of the bed, expecting his cock to replace the fingers in her cunt. Then, though, she felt the cheeks of her arse prized apart. She heard Kasharin spit and felt the saliva dripping on her anus, and his hard fingers were rubbing it round the swirl of the tiny mouth.
    “No,” she said. “Not there.”
    His hand dipped to her sex again, and she shuddered.
    “This is how new whores are usually fucked,” Kasharin said. “It lets them know they are owned.”
    Nina squealed, but he pressed her face into the yielding mattress to stifle her cries. She felt the head of his cock pushing against the tight opening, and she tensed the muscle there, trying to resist him. However, he merely increased the pressure, nuzzling hard, and then easing back and ramming forward. Nina groaned. It was no use; the sphincter gave way and his cock slid inside her, too strong for her to resist. He reached around and touched her cunt, his fingers probing for the clitoris that had begun to throb. The walls seemed to shudder with the loud music. He started to ease smoothly back and forth, keeping time with the thudding beat of the bass music, thoroughly defiling her arse, stretching and filling her anal canal with fiery but erotic pain until she could only squeak with each thrust. Ultimately, Nina felt his body go rigid, and she fancied that she could feel him empty himself deep inside her. When he finally withdrew, she remained kneeling at the foot of the bed, feeling the searing pain in her arse. However, he roughly grasped her arm and hauled her onto the bed.
    “You’ve never been fucked there before?”
    “No,” she said, keeping her head buried in the covers.
    “Good,” he said.
    She remained thus for a few minutes, aware that Vadim was dressing behind her. Suddenly, the music stopped. The abrupt silence was so marked that it made Nina look up. Then she could hear other movements outside. “What’s happening?”
    “Feign unconsciousness,” he whispered urgently. “And don’t show any sign of life until I get you out of here. Don’t ring the police when you get away, or it’ll end in everyone getting killed. Someone will come and collect you from the car park.”
    “Vadim, have you finished fucking that slut?” a man called as the bedroom door opened, pushing aside the wet towel. When the man looked in, he pushed aside the gas mark he was wearing and said: “It’s time.”
    Kasharin laughed and sat up on the bed. Nina felt him lift her arm and she kept it limp when he dropped it back on the bed. “She’s out from the drugged drinks, Yuri. I’ve made sure with an extra dose. What about the rest?”
    “A couple of the cunts caused some problems when they realised what was happening. The gas soon got them, though. Everyone is knocked out for an hour or more.”
    “I’ll bring this one,” Vadim said, pulling on a gas mask.
    Nina allowed Kasharin to hoist her naked body over his shoulder and carry her from the room. Her head hung down behind his back as he carried her into the lounge, but she dared a peek. The horrifying scene ensured that she remain still and pretending to be out cold. It was carnage in the lounge, with comatose young women littered all over the room. Most of the unconscious girls were already naked and the others were being roughly stripped. Tara and three men wore gas masks, just like Kasharin. Nina’s lungs were almost bursting, but when she did try to