Jeff has his first experience with human trafficking…and buys himself a nice young Russian whore.
To say Jeff was a bit tipsy would have been an understatement.
It was his fifth night in Moscow. The first two had been simple enough. Spend the day filing Russian versions of articles of incorporation to create a handful of shell companies for future use, along with establishing a half dozen bank accounts. Look for a decent apartment to buy. Do some research on the people he was meeting. Then bang a top of the line and nicely compliant Russian whore in his luxury hotel suite.
The third night had been a bit more exhausting. His meeting with Mikhail Petrov, one of the heads of the Russian mafia-like organization known as the Bratva, had gone well. Jeff was beginning a tour of the world’s criminal underworld. His use of the burgeoning Dark Web to communicate, conduct business, and move money, all with incredible security and minimal paper trail for law enforcement to follow, was very appealing to organized crime. Jeff was also interested in helping the Bratva create a true ‘information gathering’ organization, by which he meant cybercrime, such as hacking, information selling, and fraud.
After his presentation, Jeff had joined his host who had insisted on a night of dinner and cocktails at a club he owned. This had lasted into the early hours of the morning, with Jeff getting his first experience of heavy drinking, Russian style. Mikhail and his assistant, Pyotr, had been joined by five women, who were all clearly whores. One had been selected for Jeff, and followed him into the restroom at one point to suck his cock in a stall. As it turned out, this girl was the call girl Jeff was supposed to be seeing that night anyway. When the night was done, she and another gorgeous Russian whore had returned to his room with him.
The next night, Jeff had been planning to spend alone, after another day of errands, including closing on an apartment in a high-end building and arranging a decorator to furnish it. However, shortly after dinner, he had returned to his room to find yet another busty blonde whore waiting for him, arranged by Pyotr. Jeff, despite his lingering hangover, managed to have a good time.
The next day, Jeff was contacted by Pyotr early in the morning. After inquiring how Jeff had enjoyed his gift, who was still sleeping in the bedroom, Pyotr invited Jeff to an afternoon meeting with Mikhail to close the deal. Jeff agreed readily, and asked if there would be another night of debauchery afterwards. Pytor laughed and said of course, to which Jeff replied with a request. He would like a ‘fresh’ girl for the evening, one younger and more ‘natural’ than the twenty-somethings with implants he’d had so far. Pyotr chuckled and said he would see what he could do.
Then Jeff went to his bedroom, and woke the sleeping prostitute up by forcing his condom-covered cock into the whore’s ass, dry. One thing about Russian prostitutes in the early 2000’s, they were used to being abused.
The meeting went well, and caused Jeff to extend his stay by a week. Mikhail wanted to get started on the work to be done right away, and a young man with a computer science and business degree joined them so Jeff could get into details about the arrangements being made.
This night, his fifth, had been a repeat of the evening two nights prior, although this time Jeff’s blowjob had been delivered under the table, the slut swallowing most of the load, although a little bit dripped onto her dress. Pyotr had not mentioned Jeff’s request, and Jeff did not ask. When he got into the cab to return to his hotel, he had not even realized there was no whore joining him.
Reaching his room, he fumbled with the key for a minute before he could get it to work. He headed to the bathroom to take a piss, and pulled up short. Pyotr had delivered after all.
There, in his bed, wearing lacy black lingerie, was a beautiful young woman. Her hair was a dark brown, although her eyes were grey. She was slender, about 5’4” tall, and Jeff would have guessed she was 34A-26-32.
“Dobryy vecher”, Russian for ‘good evening’, she said in a soft, almost shy voice. “Pyotr send me. My name Sasha. I yours for night.”
Jeff slowly smiled, taking her form in. Over the last couple years, his tastes had trended towards young and petite, and this one more than fit the bill. “Well, hello. I’ll be sure to thank Pyotr. Tell me, what fun can we have together?”
The girl thought about that for a moment. “Pyotr say do what you want”, then she added after a pause, “just don’t put me in hospital.”
Jeff chuckled. “I won’t, I promise.” He went to the phone by the bed and placed an order for some coffee from room service. Then, looking at the girl, he said, “I’m going to take a quick shower and freshen up. I want you to make yourself ready for me while I am in there.” Jeff made a hand motion, as if he were a girl masturbating, to make clear what he meant by ‘make yourself ready’.
Less than ten minutes later, Jeff came back out of the bathroom, wearing a hotel robe, to find Sasha obediently ‘getting ready’. Her legs were spread, her panties still on, and her hands were busy playing with her pussy and her tits. Jeff enjoyed the show for a minute before there was a knock on the door.
When Jeff returned, coffee in hand, Sasha was still playing with herself. Jeff told her to continue as he sipped the coffee. The girl did so, working herself to an orgasm before Jeff had finished the cup.
“Stand up”, Jeff ordered when she was done. The girl obeyed, and Jeff set the cup down to reach around her to release her bra. Her tits were lovely, small dark nipples rock hard, the breasts seemingly just starting to swell. “How old are you?”
The girl took a moment before answering. “Fourteen.”
Jeff believed it. He wondered idly how much more she would develop, his finger tracing over one of her breasts. “And how long have you been working for my friends Pyotr and Mikhail?”
The girl blushed, then answered in a whisper, “One month.”
Jeff bent down and slowly lowered the girl’s panties. She had a light fuzzy bush of damp pubic hair, somewhat of a disappointment for Jeff, who preferred bald beavers. Her cunt was wet and glistening from her recent orgasm. Jeff stood back up, opened his robe and let it drop. He put a hand on Sasha’s shoulder and gently pushed downwards.
The girl understood the direction. She knelt, and, grasping Jeff’s cock at the base, wrapped her lips
over the tip. She knew the mechanics, but had little skill. Typical for a prostitute, especially a new one or one who did not have a well-heeled clientele. She moved her head back and forth while sucking, expecting this guy would orgasm quickly and go to bed.
Jeff was not so inclined.
Jeff taught her to give a good blowjob. Eye contact whenever possible. Using her hands to stroke at the same time as she sucked. Alternating what she was doing. Ball sucking and licking, and licking the taint. Breathing through her nose while she forced his cock into the back of her mouth. Soon, Jeff was tempted to just let fly, but instead paused to get a rubber.
Having Sasha lay on the bed with her ass on the edge and her feet over the sides, he spread her legs and entered her. The slim, young girl spread out before him as he fucked her was a beautiful sight, and Jeff let his hands wander over her body as he built up speed. Her cunt was deliciously tight, milking his rubber-clad cock as he thrust in and out. The whore, for her part, laid there and took it, letting out only occasional moans. This was fine with Jeff. A true egoist, he seldom cared if the women he fucked enjoyed it. Still, he needed her to stay wet, so he told her to play with herself as he fucked her.
Jeff switched to cowgirl, then to doggy. When he had her in doggy, he began to play with her asshole, stroking it, getting it ready for penetration. Jeff assumed that she’d taken it in the ass before. Anal seemed to be almost a given for Russian whores. He grabbed some lube from the night stand, and applied it to her puckered poop chute.
Once he was ready, Jeff pulled out from one hole and began to push into the other. She was, as it turned out, not experienced in anal, and began to whimper in fear. Jeff gave her credit though, she kept herself still and waited for her ass to lose its cherry. Jeff took his time, and finally the tip of his dick pushed open the door. The slut squealed as inch by inch Jeff’s member invaded her ass.
Jeff had not yet had such a young ass to fuck, and it was oh so tight. As the girl moaned in pain quietly into a pillow, he slowly built up speed, relishing the sensation of her asshole clenching his cock like a tight, hot glove. He chose not to hold back, and after a few minutes emptied his balls into the rubber with a grunt of pleasure.
Jeff pulled out slowly, and went into the bathroom to put the rubber in the trash and take a piss. The girl went in after him, taking a while to use the toilet and then shower. The prostitute looked positively disappointed to see her client awake and apparently working on his laptop in bed when she came back from the bathroom. Uncertain what to do, she crawled into bed and asked if he wanted her to do anything.
Jeff normally needed a good thirty minutes to be ready to go again, which he had every intention of doing. So, as was his normal practice, he asked questions about her as he responded to emails and did some light reading on the internet. Jeff had a skill much like a good bartender’s to get people to open up and tell him things, often more than they intended to share. Almost everyone likes to talk about themselves to someone who listens, so Jeff just got people started and then steered them as the mood took him.
Sasha’s mother had died almost three years ago. She had been a school teacher, and her father worked in a factory. Between them, her parents had made enough money to get an only child a step up in life that they had not had themselves. Better schools. Decent place to live in a safe neighborhood. Decent clothing. The average Russian was poorer than what Americans called ‘poor’, and, just as in America, the best way out was to have good parents who wanted to make sure your life was better than theirs. Sasha’s parents were of that sort.
This worked fine until the second income and some extra benefits went away with the death of her mother. Her father tried working extra jobs to make up the difference, desperate to get his daughter to college and started on a middle-class life. Eventually, he borrowed money to bridge the gap. Money borrowed from Bratva loan sharks.
The Bratva is a violent organization, but also a smart one. A factory worker with a broken arm can still work, if he is in the right job, so that was the second warning about the price of being late on payments, the first being a battered face and bruised ribs from a thorough beating. Still, her father could never get out from under their thumb, even after selling everything he had of real value.
Eventually the loan shark lost his patience.
As it turned out, however, the father had something of value to the Bratva. A pretty young daughter who could make them some good cash in a brothel. Sasha herself did not know all of this sad story, only that, in the end, her father had sold her to the mob to pay his debts.
So, a month ago Sasha the not terribly good but hard working student became Sasha the young whore. It took a week before she stopped crying as the men used her. Eventually, with the advice of some older whores working for the Bratva, she made her peace with her fate and made the best of it she could. The Bratva would not let her go until men no longer wanted to use her body, and then she would just be one used up whore, old before her time, on the streets of Moscow.
As she spoke, the idea of actually ‘owning’ a whore worked on Jeff’s mind. Fantasies spun out in his imagination, and soon enough he was ready again. Jeff’s empathy ended where his libido started, and he did not hesitate to use the girl again.
After all, for all her knew, the story was bullshit. Whores lie as naturally as they spread their legs.
The bed’s headboard offered some possibilities. He took two of his ties and used them to tie the girl’s wrists to the headboard, spread wide so the girl could not move around much. He positioned her so her head was at a good height, and then mounted her chest. Sasha obediently opened her mouth, and Jeff proceeded to fuck it. The angle did not allow for him to penetrate all the way, but he was able to push in far enough as she sucked and used her tongue to try and get him off.
Jeff carried a small digital camera with him on trips. As he fucked the teenaged slut’s mouth, he took pictures. Soon enough she was drooling all over herself, her eyes watering, but she had no way to talk. Jeff never pulled out. Eventually, Jeff came, covering the pretty young girl’s face with cum. He took pictures of that as well, both with his cock in her mouth, and not.
Jeff left her there and went to the bathroom. He returned with a towel in his hand, dampened in the sink, but quickly realized she had her eyes closed due to the cum in them. Jeff jokingly told her goodnight and sleep well, and then laughed when she protested, He used towel to clean her face off, then untied her. Jeff was tired, and by the time the prostitute was out of the bathroom, he was asleep. Uncertain what to do, she just climbed into bed with him and went to sleep as well.
The next morning, Jeff woke up early, as usual. He followed his usual morning routine on this trip. Quick check of email and news while waiting for coffee and breakfast for two. Fifteen minutes of calisthenics after eating. Wake up the prostitute and have a quickie, her wakeup call being his dick unceremoniously entering her pussy. More work while she showered and ate, a bit of conversation worked in. Tip the girl on her way out. Shower, dress, and work some more until time to go out and get things done.
He had a meeting with Pyotr and another of Mikhail’s guys, Anton. He was college educated computer whiz, had been tapped to work with Jeff on the new cybercrime unit of the Bratva. During a break, Jeff asked Pyotr about Sasha, specifically her story about being sold by her father.
Pyotr laughed. “Sold? Not so much. Think of her as collateral. Her father couldn’t pay his debt. If he had nothing, he would be in the river right now. He had a daughter, so we took her and called the debt paid. We could have killed him, too, but I think the guy he owed the money to just wanted to see if the guy would kill himself.”
“Do you think I could buy her?”, Jeff asked.
“You mean, to keep?”
“Yes. I have a use for her.”
“Don’t know. Maybe. Why do you want her?”
Jeff shrugged. “I’ll need a housekeeper for my apartment here. I need someone to fuck when I am in town. She’ll be fine for both.”
Pyotr roared with laughter. “I see. A wise investment. But, if you are not here, how do you make sure she doesn’t run away?”
Jeff smiled, having already thought that through. “I’m sure that, for a reasonable fee, my good friend Pyotr can have her found and properly disciplined.”
A wicked grin grew on Pyotr’s face. “In that case, I almost hope she does.”
Three days later, Jeff was in his new apartment. It was in a brand new building, not the penthouse but more than enough for Jeff’s needs. The master bedroom had its own bath with large shower and jacuzzi for two. There were two guest bedrooms that shared a bath. The rest was one large room, with a small dining area and modern kitchen, seating and entertainment area, office nook, and even a small area for a stationary bike and weights by the door to the balcony. The realtor and decorator had moved mountains to get it ready so quickly, but Jeff was always willing to spend extra to get what he wanted when and how he wanted it.
It was barely 9:00 AM when the doorbell rang. Opening it, Jeff saw Sasha there, dressed in jeans and a shirt. With her was a large, ugly man named Boris. Boris ran a prostitution ring for Bratva. Sasha had been passed from the loan shark to Boris, after first raping the unfortunate girl and taking her virginity. Boris had taken his own turn before putting her to work servicing whomever paid.
The negotiations had taken place over the phone. The original debt had been for just over the equivalent of five thousand US dollars. Boris had given the loan shark, who was no fool, ten thousand. Boris had demanded five times that from Jeff. Jeff had agreed assuming he was brought fresh test results for STDs and that she was touched by nobody in the meantime. Boris couldn’t agree fast enough.
The exchange was quick and businesslike. Jeff had a bag with the money, in US currency, and handed it over. Boris counted it while Jeff reviewed the test results, showing that the girl was clean. They shook hands, and Boris stroked the girl’s cheek as he left, whispering, “If you run from him, I will find you. Nobody hides from Bratva.”
Once the door was closed, the girl looked at her new owner. “You…buy me?”
Jeff nodded, grinning. “You are mine now. This will be your home.” Then he smiled, “I need to do some shopping. Let’s go.”
(to be continued)
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