#stipan

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.

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.