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  "Where we are now, Madame, gold is as cheap as the sand on this beach. And there are pebbles just as valuable as your jewels. You cannot tempt me that way, Madame. And gold and jewels, even if we were back in Hong Kong, would not begin to repay me by a thousandth part for the lives of my mother and my wife. I prefer to take my payment in my own way. And I will begin with you, so that Olga and Tanya here may profit from the lesson. You see," he added with a cruel smile as again he inclined his head in mock deference to the frightened matron, "we are back to lessons again. Only this time, Madame, it is I who shall give you a little switching which may make you comprehend, in some infinitesimal degree, the hellish agony my poor mother and wife had to endure before death granted them a final mercy, a mercy that not even your brother would accord. Then we shall see. Now, Madame, since you have no other clothes to wear on this atoll, may I respectfully suggest that you remove your slip and your bathrobe. I want you naked when I fuck you!"

  "No! I'd rather die! To be touched by a filthy serf!" Madame Petroff gasped, as she recoiled towards a huge palm tree. "You should have been whipped to death along with your rebellious family, you vile dog!"

  His face twisted with bestial rage and then he fell upon her. She tried to fend off his assault by striking at him with her fists, but with a mocking laugh, he plunged his left hand in her thick pompadour and wrenched it brutally. With a shriek, Dorothea Petroff went down to her knees, and he bent her head back and viciously slapped her back and forth across the face, his eyes glittering with malice. "Are you going to strip yourself, Madame? Or shall I cut your garments off bit by bit with this knife?"

  The knife flashed in his right hand as he menaced her with it. He had taken it from the inner pocket of his coat after he had undressed. He brought the point of it against her throat, and the woman gurgled, nearly fainting with her terror, her eyes enormous as they fixed on him.. .and on the rigid, dark-veined structure of his swollen prick.

  "Don't hurt her! Please don't hurt Aunt Dorothea!" Tanya sobbed, trying to drag herself towards the terrible scene, bound though she was. "When we're rescued, you'll be hanged, you vicious, degenerate animal!" Olga panted, jerking at her wrists to no avail.

  "Perhaps," Ivan Tenkovich continued as he kept the point of the knife pressed against the hollow of Dorothea Petroff's pulsing soft throat, "you would prefer death? No, that would be too easy. Well then, instead of killing you if you do not obey me, I will mar your beauty. I will cut my initials on your left breast and on your right buttocks if you don't this moment agree to get up and take off your slip and bathrobe and then let me fuck you. You have your choice. I mean what I say!" He touched the knife just a little, and the point pricked her finely-grained skin.

  "Ahrrr! Oh, don't kill me, don't hurt me! Oh God, will nothing satisfy you?"

  "Only your cunt, Madame Petroff, at the moment. Well, what is it to be?" Again he pressed on the knife, and a tiny trickle of blood rivuleted down her bare skin.

  "Stop! I'll do it-oh merciful God, don't kill me! I can't bear pain!" she shrieked, clasping her hands in prayer to him.

  He moved back, keeping the knife ready. "Do what I told you, then, you aristocratic bitch!" he flung at her.

  Sobbing, she staggered to her feet, her hands still clasped in prayer, tears running down her cheeks: "Please, Tenkovich, have mercy on me, I'm only a helpless woman, don't dishonor me, don't dishonor yourself! Revenge like this wont bring them back, and I swear before God I had nothing to do with it!"

  "I am going to count to five, Madame Petroff. If by then you arent naked, you'll have my initials on your fat teat and the cheek of your ass," he said as obscenely as he could, spitting the words at her. "One.. . two.. .three.. . "

  With a scream of terror, Dorothea Petroff fumbled with the belt of the bathrobe and loosened it, then fairly tore away the buttons and jerked it off her body. Now she was clad only in a white slip, elegantly lace trimmed, and her slippers. The velvet bathrobe lay at her feet. It would, he thought amusedly, make an ideal mattress for the fucking he was going to give this big-titted aristocratic whore.

  But now her fingers tremblingly halted at the shoulder straps of her slip. Her eyes blinded with tears, she whimpered, "Oh, will nothing turn you from this horrible deed?"

  "Only your refusal to obey me. Then I shall cut my initial in your flesh, after which you shall be fucked anyway. Together with a little extra punishment for arguing with your master."

  "Master?" Olga Rubutsoff cried, aghast, "You are a heartless, horrible fiend, and I swear that I will denounce you to the authorities and watch you hang from the gallows!"

  "And I, Your Highness," he turned to her, his stiff prick bobbing between his wiry, hairy thighs, "also promise you that if you do not keep your mouth shut, I will cut off the cunt hair of your aunt and stuff your mouth with it as a gag!" At this scurrilous threat, Olga Rubutsoff uttered a stifled gasp and her face turned an indignant red as she regarded him, her magnificent breasts rising and failing in a turbulence that betrayed her indignation and her mounting terror.

  He turned back to the cowering and sobbing matron now. "I am waiting, Dorothea." The use of her first name slashed her like a whip, making her realize perhaps even more than any of the other threats how swiftly her status had been reversed upon this isolated speck of land in the vast Pacific. He took a step towards her, his knife held out on a straight line towards her throat. With a wailing cry, Dorothea Petroff ripped the shoulder straps and tugged the expensive, exquisitely feminine garment down to flutter about her ankles. She was naked except for slippers.

  The fog had lifted by now. Through the palm trees, the diffused rays of the moon shone down, tinting Dorothea Petroff's pale white skin with ghostly silver, burnishing it with lights and shadows that made her even more licentiously desirable to the naked steward who had once been a serf on her brother's estate.

  "That's better, Dorothea," he chuckled lewdly. His eyes detailed her ripe, shuddering body. She had flung one arm over her panting breasts, and her other hand clenched against the thick furry triangle of her cunt.

  "But there's no need for false modesty here. The air is warm, the trees around us hide us from prying eyes, and I am naked too, as you see. Take your hands away at once."

  She began to whimper now, as the approaching and abhorrent act grew upon her consciousness, filled her with revulsion. He strolled over to a hedge, and tore off a switch, prickly and scratchy, about three feet long. Transferring the knife to his left hand, he moved towards her and suddenly slashed the improvised switch across her shielding hand. With a scream of pain, Dorothea Petroff drew it away and exposed the thick bush of her voluptuous cunt.

  He licked his lips as he went on studying her nakedness. Her eyes closed, her arms at his sides, shaken by fitful tremors, she was crying softly now. Behind him.

  Tanya, too, was weeping as a young girl or a child might weep, heartbroken. Only Olga was silent and she stared in horror and thwarted rage at the barbaric scene before her.

  Dorothea Petroff's breasts were placed high on her milky chest, magnificent, ripe melons, set closely together, firm and without sag despite her mature age. The aureoles were wide and of a brownish-orange hue, and in their centers, with every breath she took, the ripely formed, dark-coral-tinted crinkly buds of her nipples vibrated and shook. Her belly was delightfully plump, a cushion whereon a man might rest himself in the act of fornicating. It was dimpled by a wide and shallow niche. From her lower abdomen, the black foliage of her cunt began to grow, thickening as it reached the mount of Venus which it entirely covered, and then descended along the cleft that led to her anus.

  Her thighs were plump and round and beautifully proportioned, with fine satiny white skin. Perhaps they were a trifle too short for perfection, and her calves were somewhat too large and full for perfect beauty. But the appetizing juiciness of her flesh made him shudder with pent-up lust. He felt his prick tilt upwards and throb angrily as it demanded satisfaction deep in that ha
iry-covered channelway which was now his rightful domain.. .as was all the rest of her luscious, ripe nakedness.

  "Turn around now," he directed. Burying her face in her hands, Dorothea Petroff obeyed, bowing her head and sobbing aloud in her woe and shame. The spacious, ripely rounded bottom cheeks were tightly set, so that the sinuous, shadowy grove which led to her anus was hardly visible; moreover, her besieged modesty had made her tighten the muscles of her bottom so as to hide all she could the most intimate and secret parts of her being.

  "Now there's a backside to switch, and even the Cossacks would enjoy striking that fine white skin, Dorothea," he joked as he grazed her naked posterior with his long switch. She squirmed and groaned and sobbed, glancing back over her shoulder with a pleading look.

  "All right, turn around and spread that imagine and expensive bathrobe of yours on the ground. We're going to fuck on it, you and I. Be quick about it. My cock is almost bursting to get into that hairy slit between your plump thighs, my fine aristocratic bitch!" he commanded.

  Dorothea weepingly turned and slowly stooped to the discarded robe, and tugged at it until it was extended to its full length and width upon the ground.

  "Now lie down on it and spread your legs, woman," he growled. "Your master is going to honor you by sticking his cock into that fat twat of yours! As I have no doubt your fine brother must have done many times to the wives and daughters of his serfs. Oh, I will admit that my former master did not molest my wife and mother, which is something to his credit, at any rate. And for all I know, he may have fucked you, Dorothea. The aristocracy can do anything, you know. Why, even brothers and sisters back in the days of ancient Egypt were married and fucked so they could bring forth royal heirs to sit upon the throne as Pharoah!"

  "You despicable monster," Olga gasped, "may God strike you dead, if there is any justice in this world at all!"

  "Take care, Olga, you are about to condemn your aunt to catching a cold in her cunt, for she will be minus the hair I cut off to use as a gag in your insolent mouth!" he mocked the older Princess Rubutsoff. Then he turned back to the groaning naked matron who was reluctantly sitting down on the bathrobe and slowly leaning back and offering herself. "Well, you see now? It's amazing how quickly one can learn when one has to! Spread your legs wider than that, you fat cow! I want to see that cunt of yours, all of it, the thick bush that still hides the way from my swollen prick. Good! And now, Your Highness," he looked back over his shoulder at the two horrified young women, "watch very carefully. Your turn isn't far off. And if you hope to exist at all comfortably on this atoll, you must know that the only way to escape with an unwhipped bottom is to obey me promptly when I give an order. Reflect on that while I fuck your aunt!"

  So saying, he knelt down between poor Dorothea Petroff's trembling, gaping thighs. Once again, he had the knife in his left hand, and pricked her belly and then the valley between those luscious panting breast of her.

  Her eyes fixed on that glistening knife with poignant terror: "Oh please put that dreadful knife away! Don't cut me, Don't hurt me with it! I-I'll obey you, but for God's sake, put it away!"

  "I am going to test your newly found submission, Dorothea. There, you see the knife is buried in the sand, out of your reach. And now, let me hear you beg me to fuck you. Let me hear how a former aristocrat humbly asks a former serf on her brother's estate to stick his prick into her fat twat!"

  One hand over her eyes, sobbing dolefully, her face turning from side to side, her other hand scrabbling against the ground, Dorothea Petroff whimpered, "D-don't h-hurt me, and-and I won't resist.. . oh, I beg of you, at least.. .out of decency.. .yes, yes can't we.. . couldn't we-won't you-not before my nieces? I-I swear I won't resist, please, Tenkovich, not in front of them!"

  "Yes, exactly in front of them. I want them to watch. They watched my mother and wife die, naked, twisting and turning under the Cossack lash and they laughed, thinking it was great sport!"

  "They were only girls then, children, how could they know?" Dorothea Petroff sobbingly began.

  "They knew well enough, those whelps of a damned aristocrat! When they were babies, they drank it in with their mother's milk, that the nobility ruled the earth and that the poor serfs had no right to feelings or hopes or justice!" he interrupted savagely. "Let me hear another word about decency, and I will mark your body for life with my knife! Now then, beg me to fuck you!"

  So saying, he put his left thumb and forefinger to her right nipple and took hold of it and slowly pinched, staring at her with narrowed, burning eyes. A maddened shriek tore from her throat as she flung back her head and clasped at his wrist with both her hands. "Eeyowwweeeouuuarrr!! Oh have mercy, yes, yes, f-f-fuck me, anything, but don't hurt me, I can't bear it! Oh God, oh God, have pity on me!"

  "Now there's a command, Madame Petroff," he chuckled sadistically, "which I shall have no trouble in obeying. Very well. I am going to fuck your aristocratic cunt. Pay attention, Olga and Tanya, and try to learn all you can of what you must do to please me if you Don't want to be sorry for it later on!"

  He had flung the switch down near the buried clasp-knife. Now he lowered himself towards her, the tip of his swollen ramrod brushing against the thick black curls that covered her palpitating cunt. Dorothea Petroff stared at him fascinatedly, as a wounded bird contemplates a serpent moving ever closer to it, seeing the rooting instrument of her degradation at the doorway to her intimate love-center. Her palms were flat upon the ground, and violent shuddering tremors ran up and down her naked body. His hands came down hard on her wrists as he pressed himself forward. She stiffened, feeling his stiff hot tool thrust between the plump outer labia of her cunt, and then twisted her face to one side and closed her eyes as he fell upon her full length, imbedding his prick to the balls inside her snug warm twat.

  CHAPTER SIX - DOROTHEA

  A simultaneous shriek of horror came from both Tanya and Olga Rubutsoff as they saw the man who had saved their lives stretch himself naked over their aunt, and, brutally pinning her wrists with both hands and thrusting her arms out in cross, thrust his prick into her bushy cunthole. Lovely Tanya turned her face to one side and closed her eyes so as to be spared this obscene spectacle, but Olga stared, her mouth gaping, her eyes wild with the shadow of horrified fascination.

  The pale, diffused rays of moonlight penetrated the palm tree-shrouded setting, illuminating the naked buttocks of the ravisher as well as the opulent milky flesh of the assaulted matron beneath him.

  "Well now, Dorothea," Ivan Tenkovich hoarsely growled, "what do you think of me now? Do you think I have learned my lesson? Am I fucking you nicely, Madame Petroff? Your cunt is surprisingly tight for a woman of your age. Can it be that your husband did not service you regularly enough, or were you unable to find enough lovers on your estate to do the job? There-and there-do you feel me inside of you, Madame." At each phrase, he arched himself, his prick-tip emerging just to the quivering entryway of her twat, then sank down violently, hilting himself to the balls which banged against the squirming base of her sumptuous behind.

  Her face turned to one side, her eyes closed, her teeth bared in a rictus of loathing and despair, Dorothea Petroff tried to remain passive under her rapist's vengeful digs. But suddenly, certain now of conquest, the steward of the Anastasia released her wrists, slid his left forefinger under her, and a moment later

  Dorothea Petroff uttered a horrified and indignant scream. "Ohh, don't do that to me! It's disgusting, it's vile! Take me and finish with it, don't shame me like this in front of my nieces!"

  Turning his head and with a mocking expression on his lust-flushed face, Ivan Tenkovich chuckled, "I hope you two young sluts are studying what we are doing, Dorothea and I. It is highly important that you learn your trade on this island. You see, I have just put my finger into your aunt's asshole, and it is very sensitive for her, considering the way she is wriggling, like a big fish stuck at the end of a harpoon. You will find that this is very stimulating and i
t will make you move about under a man when he fucks you. Remember that well, my charming Princesses; from this moment on, your lives will be dedicated to only one thing, serving your master and pleasing him in all things!"

  With this turning back to his naked, groaning victim, the steward drove his prick to the balls with a violent shove and at the same time synchronized the gouging of his finger inside her narrow, clenching rectum.

  She tried to raise her head, an expression of agonized abhorrence and suffering mingled on her haughty features; her eyes were staring and glazed with tears, and her nostrils flickered convulsively. She grabbed at his shoulders with her jeweled fingers, trying to push him off her, but to no avail. "No! Oh my god! Take it out of me-at least do that mercy-aahhh, you're hurting me there-please, please!"

  "Where is your haughty tone now, Dorothea? I see that you have learned you arent ordering a serf about any longer. That's very good as a start. I shall teach you new humilities, never fear. And now let me see if I can't make you come. Ah, it's been a long time since that fat little pussy of yours has had a man inside of it, isn't it? There, now you shall have my other finger on your clitty, maybe that will make you wriggle and fuck me well!" he exulted.