Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (53 page)

Rytsar helped her out of the vehicle with a devilish twinkle in his eye. “Are you ready to make me proud,
radost moya
?”

She smiled demurely, even though her entire body was buzzing with apprehension. She followed behind him at the required three-foot distance, while his entourage took their place behind her—a wall of protection she deeply appreciated.

Before they entered the building, Rytsar stopped and took off Brie’s coat, grabbed the material of her bodice and pulled it down to expose her breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened, not liking the cold night air.

He smiled mischievously. “It’s a requirement of the subs here.”

Brie understood that nakedness was an effective method of humbling a sub, so she accepted the exposure with grace. She was determined not to draw attention to herself, but to keep her confidence nonetheless.

Rytsar used the huge iron knocker to announce their arrival, and the air reverberated with the deep sound of it as it shook the wooden door. A peephole immediately opened, and Brie dropped her gaze to the ground. Rytsar was asked a series of questions in Russian. After answering them, the heavy door swung open and he was invited inside.

The Russian Dom walked over the threshold without looking back. Brie’s heart raced as she dutifully followed, staring hard at the heels of his boots. The conversation in the large gathering suddenly stopped, and Brie felt the heavy stare of everyone in the room as Rytsar spoke to the assembly.

Although she could only understand a few words, she did pick up Sir’s name and ‘American’. There were several manly grunts, then Rytsar strode to the back of the building. Brie struggled to keep up, disappointed that his men stayed behind, guarding the entrance. She suddenly felt vulnerable without them.

Keeping her eyes glued to Rytsar’s boots, she still managed to catch glimpses of what was happening around her in her peripheral vision—there was a naked girl locked in a cage on the left, and a whipping pole with two scantily clad subs attached on the right.

From the sounds of the play, this environment was much rougher than anything she’d imagined. Brie’s nipples hardened in fear when she heard a girl gagging as if being choked to within an inch of her life.

Yes, it was
much
darker play…

Rytsar strode up to an area in the back, where he stopped to talk to several men, leaving Brie free to observe covertly while she maintained her assigned stance.

To her immediate right, she saw the sweaty thighs of a woman. Her legs were spread wide and secured tightly with leather bindings. The sub was grunting from effort and discomfort as her Master slowly forced his fist inside her. Brie had never witnessed a fisting and found herself riveted to the spot.

It seemed crazy that people were engaged in normal conversation around her as this woman strained to take the unnatural girth of the man’s large hand. Brie inched a fraction closer, wanting to get a better view.

She noticed the sub’s pussy lips were glossy with lubricant, but stretched unbearably thin as her body tried to accommodate him. The woman lifted her hips, pushing against his hand in an attempt to break through her body’s resistance.

He murmured low, nasty Russian words to the woman as he used a twisting motion to loosen her as he pushed farther in. Brie struggled to breathe as she watched his huge hand slowly disappear inside her pussy.

What does fisting feel like?
she wondered.

Brie had never bothered to ask Mary, because she’d found the practice too kinky for her tastes, but being here and seeing it happen in front of her eyes suddenly had Brie curious.

The woman began tossing her head wildly, grunting as the thickest part of his hand slipped all the way in, yet she never called her safeword. Brie assumed the scene was nearly over, but his hand continued its relentless progress until his wrist disappeared into her as well.

Brie swallowed hard when he started pumping his fist.

The woman’s scream was muffled by a gag. Brie dared to glance up momentarily and saw that the sub’s eyes had rolled back in her head. Brie looked back down at Rytsar’s heels again, disturbed yet turned on by it.

The man did not slow down, mercilessly thrusting as the sub continued her muffled cries. It shouldn’t have been sexy, but Brie felt wetness between her legs. The girl’s willingness coupled with the man’s ruthless desire was strangely arousing.

Brie could appreciate that when a sadist and a masochist got together, it was a fierce but sexually alluring dance.

She noticed Rytsar move away from the group of men and she obediently followed, still affected by the impassioned cries of the woman behind her. Rytsar led her to another section of the building, where a scene involving a stockade was in progress.

The sub was locked into the wooden device, but not in the normal kneeling position. She was facing upward in a pose much more difficult to hold. Brie instantly recognized the beauty of it for the Dom, because it left the sub’s mound exposed for punishment.

“Higher and wider,” the burly Russian barked. Brie was surprised to hear English and had to fight off the urge to look up. She wondered if he was doing it for her benefit, as Rytsar’s guest.

She watched as the girl repositioned herself and lifted her pussy higher, her leg muscles straining with the effort. A flogger snapped across her bare mound, and the girl flinched. The strokes came faster and harder, reddening her pussy and thighs.

The sub’s legs began to quiver as she forced herself to stay in place and take the wicked lashing. When her hips dropped just a fraction, he stopped and commanded her to reposition before starting up again.

If the sub’s pussy hadn’t been so wet, Brie would have considered his play too ruthless. However, she could not deny that the girl was not only taking her Master’s punishment but enjoying it, based on the lustful expression on her face.

Rytsar had assured her that he would be able to train her to enjoy the pain. Brie shuddered as the flogger fell again, desperately hoping he was right.

There was a knock on the large door. After a short exchange, a new man wearing a superior smile entered, followed by his cowering sub. She removed his coat first and then hung up her thin shawl next to it, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. He led her to the center of the room by a leash and jerked roughly on the chain. She obediently fell to her knees.

He barked a command in Russian.

Those near her moved to allow the girl room as she listlessly leaned forward until her ass was in the air with her chin touching the stone floor. She grabbed her buttocks and pulled them apart to display herself to the men.

Rytsar’s full attention was focused on the Master, not the girl. He stepped back and put his hand on Brie’s shoulder and commanded, “Stay.”

As Rytsar approached the new visitor, he asked warmly, “What do we have here?”

The man grinned. “I have a slave in need of a Master. Notice how tight it is.” He pointed to the girl’s sex. “Sewed it myself. Makes for a more satisfying claiming.”

Rytsar stared at the girl’s pussy as if he were genuinely interested. Brie squirmed, not caring for his interest in the girl. It was painfully obvious the sub was very young. However, it wasn’t just her age that was disturbing. There was no expression of pride or joy on her face. The girl only conveyed resignation—and fear.

“Is she willingly compliant?” Rytsar asked.

The man stated proudly so everyone could hear his answer. “Oh, it obeys flawlessly. Would even die for me if I asked.” As proof, he stepped on the girl’s head, grinding her face into the stone floor.

The girl didn’t move or make a sound, but when he pulled away she said, “Thank you, Master. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

Rytsar snorted, unimpressed. “Is she only motivated by fear?”

“This one has grown to love me over the past several weeks,” the man declared, pulling on the leash. The girl stared up at him, her eyes communicating dread with a hint of longing.

Rytsar laughed amiably. “Survival instinct isn’t love, idiot.”

The man shrugged. “Who cares why it submits, as long as it obeys every command impeccably?”

Brie gasped when the man kicked his submissive hard in the ribs. The girl only grunted, returning to her position. “Thank you, Master. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

The man smiled at Rytsar. “See? The perfect slave.”

Rytsar walked around the girl, studying her carefully. “How long did it take to break her?”

“Wasn’t much of a fighter. Not long.”

Rytsar nodded as if he liked the answer. “So how much are you asking?”

The man’s triumphant smile sickened Brie as he explained, “I had to travel a distance to attain it, and then there was the training…”

“How much?” Rytsar repeated.

“For you?” The man grinned confidently as he leaned forward and whispered in Rytsar’s ear.

Upon hearing the price, Rytsar immediately snapped his fingers and one of his bodyguards came up, handing over a wallet stuffed with bills.

The girl’s Master held out his hand, a condescending smirk on his face as he anticipated what looked to be a healthy payment.

“Before I conclude our transaction, tell me how you acquired the girl. I want to know her history.”

“Simply an exchange student from Kazan.”

“And her given name?”

“What does it matter?” the man scoffed.

“I’ll pay you extra for the information.”

The man pulled out a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “Stephanie.”

The girl twitched but remained silent at his feet.

Rytsar stared down at her with a grave expression, then asked the man, “Do you feel any remorse for what you do?”

“What?” He laughed, looking at Rytsar as if he were joking. “I only provide what my comrades want.” He glanced around at the women chained to equipment and huffed. “It’s no different. I do not see victims in the world, only opportunities. If it’s stupid enough to fall into my trap, it deserves its fate.”

Rytsar’s voice was deceptively pleasant when he said, “I agree, comrade. If you are foolish enough to walk into a trap, you deserve no mercy.”

The man laughed, slapping Rytsar on the back. “
Da!
”

Rytsar handed the money back to his guard, looking down at the girl again. “I never play with a broken puppet. I find them disgusting, but the man who commands one is beneath contempt.”

The man snorted angrily. “What do I care what you think? I have thousands who would pay good money.”

“And each one is as vile as you.”

“
Yeb vas
,” the man snarled. “I refuse to waste any more time with you.” He called out to the others, “Who wants to bargain? You won’t be disappointed by its service.” He repeated himself in Russian when no one responded.

“A man without a soul endangers us all,” Rytsar stated coldly.

Without warning, Rytsar hit the man with a sharp uppercut to the jaw, snapping his neck around severely. He crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll and did not move.

“No mercy,” Rytsar spat as he walked away. He snapped his fingers, bloody from the impact, and two of his guards grabbed the man’s arms and started dragging the lifeless body towards the entrance.

The tension in the room began to rise and angry murmurings began as the shock of what had just happened sank in. Rytsar faced them, his eyes flashing as he shouted to the crowd in his native language.

Rytsar turned to Brie, watching with satisfaction as his guards carted the man’s prostrate body away. Under his breath he growled, “I refuse to condone human trafficking by standing idly by.” He glanced at the cowering girl, still spreading herself out for the men.

“Kneel,” he commanded as he walked up to her. The girl hesitantly got up from her display position and knelt at his feet, visibly shaking. He placed his hand on top of her head. “I am your protector. You are safe now.”

She let out a tiny gasp as tears fell down her cheeks, but she dared not look up at him.

No one moved or spoke as the seconds passed, the gravity of the situation hanging over them like a dark cloud. When the two guards returned, the severity of their faces confirmed that the man was dead. Brie noticed that Titov held the man’s notebook in his hand.

She shivered, unsettled that Rytsar wielded that kind of power. It made him far more dangerous.

He told Titov, “Look through the notebook. If you can’t find what you need, call our contact in Kazan to find out who she is. I want her family contacted and their flight arranged. Also, ready my surgeon. Those stiches are to be removed when you reach Moscow.”

Rytsar looked his men in the eye before instructing them. “I want both of you to go. Don’t leave this one unattended—not for a second. They are fragile at this point.”

“Understood,” Titov answered gravely, picking up the whimpering girl from the ground and cradling her in his arms. Rytsar escorted them out, lightly touching the girl’s forehead and whispering something to her before they left. The girl turned back to stare at Rytsar with a look of blind adoration as she was carried out.

After they were gone, Rytsar called Brie to him. Her heart raced as she approached the Dom, her eyes riveted to the ground. He grasped the back of her neck with the same bloodied hand that had just killed a man, sending spine-tingling chills through her.

“We are done here,” he announced grimly.

The Dominants gathered around Rytsar and pounded their chests three times in unison. He nodded solemnly to them. Brie took it to mean what had happened would remain between them.

Once outside, Rytsar took a deep breath as he gazed up at the stars. Brie wondered what he was thinking, but was too shaken to speak. The remaining guard helped Brie with her coat and asked Rytsar, “Should I call for another vehicle?”

“No, we will walk,” Rytsar replied, starting forward.

Brie knew the cabin was a fair distance away, and the night air below freezing, but she did not offer any complaints as she attempted to match his stride. His guard followed them at a distance.

Walking silently on the dark country roads of Russia with Rytsar beside her was surreal. Brie had just witnessed a side of the Dom she’d never seen—never known existed—and although she felt completely safe beside him, there was now an element of danger about him that frightened her.