#stepan
If he was on here I’d sure Stepan would say “hello” and “HAPPY NEW YEAR.” It’s the first Friday of 2022! WOOOO!
Make your Friday (and your year) amazing. Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay kind. Stay rad. Make this world a better place for everyone.
When you get home after a long day
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Meanwhile in Madam Gisele’s office, Stepan was having second thoughts. He looked at Gisele and said, “Although I feel like I can make an informed choice merely by reading the slaves’ biographies and seeing photos of them, would it be possible to view them in person?’
Madam Gisele responded, “Of course. I will arrange it right now. I assume you will want to view them naked.”
“Yes, of course.”
A short time later, the valets marched Idetta, Nastascha, Anastasia and Snejana into a small room with a raised wooden platform in the center. Each woman was made, in turn, to step up on the platform so that the Ukrainian man and Madam Gisele could examine them. Madam Gisele would run her crop over the women’s breasts causing their nipples to further stiffen in the cool evening air, then nudge open their thighs so that the sex would be exposed. Stepan studied each one closely.
Finally, he turned to Madam Gisele and said, “I appreciate being able to see each one of them in person, but it has only confirmed what I decided from the photos.”
Madam Gisele responded, “Oh good. Now let us go back to my office so that you may decided how you would like for your purchase to be marked.”
“Yes, I have some ideas for that,” said Stepan and they left the room.
A large chauffer driven Mercedes pulled up to a fenced gate at a location in southern Germany. The gate guard went to the car as the chauffer rolled down the window. “Your business here?” inquired the guard.
The chauffer replied, “A Mr. Stepan Y. to see a Madam Gisele,” replied the driver. And the gate waved the car into the compound.
A short time later, a valet led Stepan, a brutally handsome, well dressed man, into a furnished office. There behind the desk, sat the woman known as Madam Gisele. She was dressed in a black leather dress and boots and held a riding crop in her hands. She rose and addressed the man. “I trust you had no trouble finding us?” He replied, “No. Not really. Your directions were splendid. Although I must say, Haus der Sklavin is truly tucked away.”
Madam Gisele replied, “We like it that way. Authorities do not always approve of what we do here. This old Luftwaffe base suits our needs. But enough of that. You had inquired about acquiring a female slave.”
“Yes. Rather than trying to get one from the brothels in Minsk or the Balkans, I have heard that you specialize in well trained submissives. I am relocating to Crete for a while and want some female companionship. You do come highly recommended for that sort of thing.”
Madam Gisele then slid a book across the table saying, “Here are some photos of what we have available at present. I am afraid our stock is low; only five. The book contains photos of them and notes about talents, background, characteristics and such. But if none of those are suitable, I have two others coming in shortly – a German prostitute and a Byelorussian dissident. Of course, they may need some training, but if you want one of them, you would be welcome to stay in our guest quarters.”
The man called Stepan perused the album. It contained the following notations below a photograph of each of the five:
Nastascha: A dark haired Russian who was originally trained and acquired from the famous Roissy Chateau. Late twenties. She has been here at Haus der Sklavin for several months now undergoing additional training. A true Slavic beauty with a stunning figure.
Snejana: A blonde Polish girl. Mid-twenties. Medium build. Acquired from some human traffickers several months ago. Has undergone training here.
Anastasia: A young, slender Byelorussian, early twenties. Acquired at the same time as the Polish girl. Seems to be not overly intelligent, but striking looks.
Anne Claire: A French girl in her late twenties. Pretty face. Dark hair and hazel eyes. Acquired from traffickers only several weeks ago. Still in training, but available for the right price.
Idetta: A mature German beauty. Interesting background. – a voluntary sex slave. Completed training.
Stepan looked closely at the photographs of each woman. All had been photographed in the nude with several photos taken from various angles. He lingered over two – Nastascha and Idetta. Finally, he asked, “Just how old is the German woman?” Madam Gisele answered, “She will be 50 her next birthday – in October.”
Stepan pondered for a bit and finally said, “I have made my choice.”
And as Stepan made his choice, the other Mercedes with Klaus, the trafficker approached the gate at Haus der Sklavin, followed closely by the panel van that contained Irina and Renata.
Madam Gisele said, “It won’t be long now. The valets are bringing your property.”
The Ukrianian responded, “Good. I am ready to conclude this sale.”
It was finished. Nastascha had been marked with signs of the Ukrainian Stepan’s ownership of her. Wilma and a valet helped her from the platform where she had been tied spread eagle so that she could be pierced. Her labia had been pierced and a ring inserted in the hole so that a medallion might be hung from it. The medallion was made of some sort of metal with the BDSM triskelion on one side and ‘Property of Stepan Y.’ on the other. It was not overly heavy, but Nastascha was aware of it as it tugged gently on her left lower lip when she walked.
As she stood up, Stepan approached and took a small blue velvet bag from his suit coat. He opened it and showed the contents to Nastascha. “Here are your other articles of jewelry.” There was a metal collar lined with leather, a silver ring that looked like woven metal with an even smaller ring attached to it, and finally a double ring connected by a small chain. “Let me put these on you,” said Stepan. Nastascha only nodded as he placed the single ring on the third finger of her left hand before placing the double ring on her right middle and third finger. The rings were tight, so he had to push them on. “Don’t worry,” he said to Nastascha. “You won’t be removing them.” Finally, Wilma attached the collar which had a lock in back. Nastascha heard the key turn in the lock and then saw Wilma hand it to Stepan. Stepan stepped back and looked at Nastascha, naked save for her new jewelry. “Now, even hen you are naked, anyone who sees you would know what you are and looking closer who you belong to.” Then turning to Madam Gisele who had been standing bay watching, Stepan said, “I think we should be on our way. The plane from Munich to Greece leaves later tonight.”
Madam Gisele said, “Of course.” Then looking at the valets she said, “Please escort her to her old room. There is a dress suitable for travel in her wardrobe. See that she is dressed, then take her to Stepan’s auto.”
Heinrich led the blindfolded woman into the room where Stepan the Ukrainian man and Madam Gisele were waiting along with Wilma, one of the dominatrices. Earlier Heinrich had attached a leash to the ring set in the collar that enclosed the woman’s neck. She was completely nude save for the wooden soles miles she wore on her feet. And her hands had been secured in front using the leather bracelets on her wrists. ‘Wolfie,’ the other valet accompanied them.
Madam Gisele directed them to a raised platform which had a smaller table with tattooing equipment on it. Heinrich and Wolfie secured the woman’s hands to the head of the table so that she had to lean over the platform. Thus, she was bent at the waist with her belly and breasts flat against the platform. Madam Gisele turned to Stipan and said, “I must admit I was a little surprised by your choice. I thought for sure that you would choose the old sow, Idetta. Especially, the way you kept coming back to her photo and information in our album.”
Stepan answered, “Yes. It was a difficult decision. I was quite struck with the older woman, but it came down to a purely economic choice. You see, my plan is to take her to my villa in Crete and there basically pimp her out. I thought a younger woman, especially one as striking as Nastascha would initially appeal more to the locals and tourists there. Most younger men will choose a younger whore, all other things being equal. Besides if anyone I pimp her out to chooses to beat or abuse her, the younger girl will be able to endure it better.”
“That makes sense from an economic perspective,” agreed Madam Gisele. Then turning her attention to Wilma, she said, “And you have the tattooing stencil that our Ukrainian friend chose?”
Wilma responded, “Yes. I’m not sure what it means though,” as she held up a paper with ‘Російська повія’ on it.
Stepan responded, “It means Russian whore. I want it tattooed across her lower back at the hip line. Then if she is on the beach, it will show above the bottom of her bathing suit and advertise her status to everyone who sees her.”
Madam Gisele looked again at Wilma and said, “Proceed.”
Wilma looked up at Madam Gisele. “There all done. Much better than a brand which would fade over time. The tattoo may look a little rough for a bit, but then everyone who sees her, either nude or in a bikini will know her status.” Then she added, “If they speak Ukrainian.”
Stepan said, “If not, they will ask, and she will have to reply. Another little humiliation.”
Madam Gisele giggle and said, “How wicked you are.” Then to Wolfie and Heinrich, “Now bind her with her legs spread, so we can attach the medallion.”
As the two valets, rolled Nastascha over and secured her legs to the upright posts on either side of the raised platform and secured her ankles to the posts so that she was spread open, Nastascha looked over at the nearby table. She saw a Bunsen burner, some forceps, an instrument that looked like a leather punch, and heavy welders’ gloves. Watching in horror, she saw Wilma light the burner and Madam Gisele put on the gloves. She heard Madam Gisele say, “We won’t use a needle to pierce you, but rather this punch. Don’t worry, though. We will heat it enough so that when the hole in your labia is made, it will be cauterized at the same time. Minimal, if any, bleeding. Then a ring with a larger diameter than usual will be placed through the hole and you will be able to wear the medallion your Master has chosen for you.”
“No! Please, no! I beg you!” cried Nastascha as Wilma heated the punch n the flames of the burner.
Wilma looked at Stepan and Gisele, “Do you want her gagged so she cannot scream?”
Stepan nodded and Gisele produced a penis shaped gag. She gave it to one of the valets and said, “Gag her and you should probably tie her down a little tighter. She may not be able to scream, but she will try to buck like a horse when she feels the hot metal against her tender skin.”
The valet placed the gag in Nastascha’s mouth, pushing her tongue to the back of her throat. He then secured it while the other valet immobilized her by using several straps around her waist and hips. Terrified Nastascha watched as Wilma moved between her legs with the forceps. She felt the cold metal grasp her left inner labia. Then she saw Madam Gisele approach with the hole punch, glowing from being heated in the flame of the burner. Panicked, Nastascha looked up and saw Stepan’s impassive gray eyes staring into hers. Then she felt a burning pain; she tried to scream, but the gag stifled her cries.
Nastascha, bent over the raised platform with her hands bound at the top and secured by her ankles at the base, heard the whirr of the tattoo machine, then felt the sting in her lower back. She knew the top layer of her skin was being pierced by a tiny needle and ink delivered into her epidermis. She knew she was being marked. Marked as Stepan’s whore. She thought to herself, “From now on anyone who sees me will know. Will know what I have become. A whore and slave.” As she thought about her Fate, bitter tears ran down Nastascha’s face.
As Wilma worked away, Madam Gisele turned to Heinrich and Wolfie and asked, “I trust you two had a nice time with her last night?”
“Oh yes,” answered Heinrich. “We both enjoyed her several times. She even seemed to enjoy it. I am surprised her moaning didn’t waken the bitches in the other rooms. And she seemed to be especially wet once I told her what was going to happen to her this morning.”
“Oh, you spoiled the surprise,” giggled Madam Gisele. Then she said to Wilma, “Quick, slip a finger into her. See if she’s wet still.”
Nastascha heard the whirring abate for a moment, then felt two fingers thrust into her vulva. She let out an involuntary groan. Then she felt a thumb being pushed into her rectum. Another groan.
Oh yes. Quite wet,“ said Wilma.
Madam Gisele turned to Stepan, “Well, it seems she is quite suited for your plans for her. If you don’t mind me asking, what are your plans for her once you have finished pimping her out in Greece?”
Stepan responded, “I haven’t yet made a final decision. Perhaps I’ll sell her to one of the tougher brothels in Donetsk or Luhansk. They don’t mind taking in ‘high mileage’ models.” Gisele laughed at this little joke and Stipan continued, “Or perhaps I’ll just use her myself until I tire of her and then dispose of her.”
“Dispose?”
“Yes. I heard from a friend that he was in France several years ago when a rich chap had his former lover crucified. He said it was quite erotic watching the poor doomed woman, I think she was some former fashion model, writhe and suffer while hanging on the cross.”
“Oh yes, now I remember. One of my associates, a dominatrix named Zuri told me about it. Her older cousin, a woman named Anne Marie arranged it. The girl in question was a model named Doutzen. Quite beautiful. It took place in Roissy on the summer solstice. I heard it was quite a show. If you ever decide to do this with this bitch, please let me know. I’d love to be there to see it.”
And while Madam Gisele and Stepan made small talk, Wilma worked away marking Nastascha.
Heinrich and Wolfie, valets at Haus der Sklavin escorted Nastascha to the large Mercedes waiting at the gate. Stepan, the wealthy Ukrainian man who had purchased Nastascha was waiting in the back seat. He motioned for Nastascha, who had a glazed look in her eyes, to get in beside him, then gave a signal to the driver, and they sped off. As they did so a panel van and another Mercedes that had been waiting to the side of the road pulled to the gate. A window in the Mercedes rolled down and Klaus, the leader of a band of human traffickers leaned out and said, “In the van are the two ‘packages’ that Monsieur Raymond called your boss about. Please let her know that if they are suitable, she can wire me the money at the agreed upon bank in Munich.
Henrich responded, “Yes, she told us to expect you and the two packages.” Then he and Wolfie went over to the van. The back door to it opened and a couple of unsavory fellows pushed two disheveled looking women from the van onto the pavement. One was Renata, the prostitute who had been involved in the shoot out between the traffickers and the INTERPOL/CIA team. The other was the Byelorussian dissident, Irina, who had been acting as the ‘bait’ for the team to draw out the traffickers.
Wolfie looked at the women sitting on the pavement. “A couple of sorry looking whores,” he said. Both had their hands tied behind their backs and were blindfolded. Also, they had their shoes removed. “In case they try to run off, they couldn’t get far,” remarked one of the traffickers before adding, “They’re all yours now.” Then both the van and the Mercedes with Klaus in it, turned around and drove down the secluded lane that led from the abandoned military camp that was Haus der Sklavin.
