Sophie couldn't believe her luck when she saw Dr. Brigham’s car still parked in its usual spot behind the Veterinary Clinic. Sophie had left her phone at work, and with the office closed on Sunday; she wasn't about to wait until Monday morning to get her phone back. She was completely helpless without the thing; she hadn't even been able to call Dr. Brigham to see if she was still at the office because she didn't know her boss's number without her phone. How people had survived before cell phones baffled the young Vet's Assistant.
"Dr. Brigham," Sophie called as she banged on the front door. The reception area was dark behind the glass doors, but she could see the alarm system on the wall was still off, and a faint light shown under the door to the back exam room.
When her boss still didn't come to the door after repeated knocking, Sophie decided to try the back door. It was almost always locked, but Dr. Brigham was more likely to hear her banging on the big steel door.
There was a black van with heavily tinted windows parked out back. Maybe she was seeing a patient after hours. The Veterinarian often did house calls in the off hours in cases of emergencies, and would occasionally have to see patients at the clinic in extreme scenarios.
Maybe she's seeing a person, Sophie thought with a smile. Dr. Brigham's sex life was a well kept secret that was the subject of much wild speculation amongst her staff. The idea of walking in on her boss having some sort of wild, kinky sex at the office both filled Sophie with excitement and a touch of disgust.
She was about to knock on the back door, but she stayed her hand, instead trying the handle. The door was unlocked. Sophie eased the heavy door open with some trepidation, sliding inside and gently closing the door behind her. The back hall was empty, the doors all shut and dark except the door to exam room 3, where again she could see a faint light under the door.
She opened her mouth to call out for her boss, but her curiosity got the best of her and she shut her mouth, advancing silently down the hall to exam room 3. She pressed her ear to the door and was able to hear the faint sound of voices coming from inside. She couldn’t make out the words, but it sounded like a man and a woman.
She eased the doorknob open and nudged the door ajar, peaking inside. There was a man lying on the exam table, and Dr. Brigham was standing over him, evidently working on his shoulder, as there was a pile of bloody gauze on the tray next to her. The man was shirtless, his muscular torso and arms completely covered in tattoos. His long brown hair and beard were matted and unkempt.
Sophie eased the door closed and began tip toeing backwards. Whatever Dr. Brigham was up to after hours was none of her business, and she was just going to have to wait to get her phone back.
Once she was a few steps back from the door, she turned, ready to get the hell out of there, and ran smack into something.
“Well where do you think you’re off to?” A man stood in front of Sophie, blocking her path to the back door. He was tall, over six feet, broad shouldered, and like the man on the exam table, tattoos sprouted down his arm out of his sleeves and up his neck from the collar of the dirty white t-shirt he wore. He spoke in a thick Russian accent.
“Um, I’m—” Sophie stuttered, taking a step back. “I just came by to find my phone.”
“Is that so? Well, I better help you find it, Doll,” he said. Unlike the other guy, he was clean-shaven, and his hair was better kept, albeit greasy looking. He stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and the frightened vet tech even as Sophie continued to falter her way backwards down the hall.
“I appreciate it, but I just remembered, I left it at a friend’s,” she lied.
“Is that so?” he asked, leaning in over her as her back hit the door she had just left.
“Yeah,” she gulped. “I should really get going. People will be worried about me.”
“I’m afraid I can’t let you go just like that.” He grabbed her shoulder, and she cringed as his greasy fingers touched her neck as he plucked at the material of her paw print patterned scrubs. “I take it you work here?”
Panic kicked in, and Sophie tried to duck past him. He was incredibly fast, slamming her back against the door with one hand, and with the other he pulled a pistol out from the waistband of his jeans, holding it up in front of her face.
“See now, that was rude, trying to run out on me like that.”
“Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything, I won’t say anything, I swear, pl—“
She stopped short as he pressed the barrel of the gun into her open mouth. It felt impossibly heavy as it rested on her tongue, and tasted oily.
“You picked the wrong night to lose your phone, Doll,” he said. He reached behind her and opened the door, pushing her backwards into the exam room. She tried to back up to get the gun out of her mouth, but he kept up with her, using the gun to propel her backwards into the room.
“What the— oh shit, Pavel.” Dr. Brigham said at the intrusion.
“What’s going on, brother,” the man on the table said, if it was possible, in an even thicker accent the man currently with his gun in Sophie’s mouth.
“Sophie?” Dr. Brigham asked. She dropped the rag she was holding and started around the table.
“Easy, Doc,” the man, Pavel evidently, said, finally extracting his gun from Sophie’s mouth, only to point it at Dr. Brigham.
Dr. Brigham instinctively took a step back and threw her hands up in submission.
“Dr. Brigham, what’s going on?” Sophie asked. She followed her boss’s lead, throwing her hands up, feeling slightly stupid for not doing so immediately. When someone points a gun at you, you put your hands up. I was pretty obvious she wasn’t concealing a weapon in her scrubs, but still.
Pavel swung the gun back around towards Sophie, and she shrieked, cowering.
“No one’s supposed to be here Doc,” the other Russian said, sitting up on the table.
“She’s not supposed to be here,” Dr. Brigham said.
“Is she a cop?” Pavel asked, his gun still trained on Sophie.
“No, not a cop. She works for me. She’s just an assistant, she just came by to, wait, why are you here Sophie?”
“I forgot my phone. I’ll just go though, I won’t tell anyone what I saw.”
“See, she just forgot her phone. She’s just a college student, she doesn’t know who you guys are, just please, let her go. She doesn’t know anything.”
“See now Doc, that’s just not true,” the second Russian said. He picked up a bloody scalpel from the try, rolling the sharp instrument across his fingers artfully. “My name is Aleksei Urakov, and that’s my brother, Pavel. We’re in the Russian mob. Your boss here, the lovely Dr. Sheila Brigham, her ex-husband had some connections to us. He’s, shall we say, no longer with us, but Sheila here still patches us up from time to time, like tonight, when we can’t go to the hospital cause I just got shot by the cops.”
“See, now she knows too much," Pavel said, waving the gun menacingly in Sophie’s face.
“What!?” Sophie cried in disbelief. “Please, I won’t say anything, to anyone, ever,” she pleaded.
“I know you will, doll,” Pavel said, jamming the barrel of the gun back into her protesting mouth.
Dr. Brigham stepped forward. “What are you going to do to her?” she asked, her concern for her employee overriding her concern for own safety for the moment.
Aleksei slid off of the table, grabbing the Doctor from behind and pulling her close, holding the scalpel to her throat. The blood from his still open bullet wound flowed onto her back, seeping through her lab coat and drenching her back in the warm fluid. “Pavel’s going to get her out of the way, and you’re going to finish stitching me up Doc. And you’re pretty little assistant there, she’s going to assist you do a good job. Because if you don’t, Pavel’s gonna cut up her pretty little face.”
“If I do this for you, you’ll let her go?”
“You’ll do it because it’s your job, and you have no choice Doc. What happens to her, we’ll see.”
Aleksei spun her around, slamming her into the exam table. Dr. Brigham steadied herself, glaring at the Russian mobster, rubbing her neck to make sure it was uncut.
“Come on Doc, this wound’s not gonna stitch itself up.” He hoisted himself back up onto the table, laying back.
“Sophie, I’m going to get you out of this,” Dr. Brigham told the frightened girl, before returning her attention to her patient.
“Let’s let the good doctor work,” Pavel said, pulling his gun out of Sophie’s mouth.
“Please, I swear, I won’t tell a soul,” Sophie pleaded as soon as her mouth was free.
“I know you won’t, doll. You’re mouth is going to be busy doing other things. But for now, I think I’ve found something to keep it occupied until we find a better use for it.” Pavel grabbed a container of sterile gauze pads. Ripping opening the container, he shoved the whole stack of white gauze pads into Sophie’s mouth. Too terrified to resist, Sophie opened her mouth compliantly and allowed her mouth to be stuffed until her creeks bulged and she was on the verge of choking. “Don’t spit those out,” Pavel warned her as he grabbed a container of vet wrap. The entire roll of stretchy purple bandage was wrapped around her mouth, ensuring she remained tightly gagged.
Sophie stood awkwardly as her mouth was tightly wrapped, her hands fidgeting at her sides as she debated trying anything to struggle. Her gaze kept shifting towards Dr. Brigham, but her boss was doing a great job of ignoring her current plight as she did her best to sew up the mobster’s wounds.
The option to resist was soon taken off the table; as soon as Pavel finished wrapping her gag, he grabbed another roll of vet wrap, this one blue, off of the counter. Sophie found herself spun roughly around, her arms yanked behind her, and the stretchy but strong material was wrapped around her arms from her wrists to elbows, forcing her ample chest out as her elbows were forced to touch behind her. She gave a muffled grunt of protest into her solid gag, but it was ignored, and she submitted to this latest addition to her bondage with little resistance.
Soon her ankles and calves were similarly mummified in a roll of pink vet wrap. She squealed in shock as a harsh slap to her ass sent her stumbling forward. She fell forward, unable to catch herself, and landed painfully on her knees on the tile floor.
Dr. Brigham looked over at the commotion. Sophie wasn't the best assistant Sheila had ever had, but of her current support staff, the girl was the least air headed of the bunch, and seeing her there, all helpless and tied up, her eyes wide over her heavily wrapped mouth, Sheila felt sick to her stomach. The Urakov brothers would do God only knew what to the poor girl, simply because she had happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Sheila had been patching up Russians for the better part of a decade, and while none of them were exactly good people, they were mobsters after all; most of them were fairly reasonable and appreciative of her services. The Urakov brothers, however, were a different story entirely.
This was only the second time she’d dealt with the brothers by themselves. The first, she’d been sure that they were going to rape and possibly kill her, before her now ex husband had shown up. In one of Darren's few strong moments as her husband and a man, he had defended her, while the brothers had nearly ended up killing him, he had managed to get a call off to Ivan, the mob boss, before they’d broken his arm and three of his ribs. Ivan had showed up, and paid her and Darren handsomely for their inconvenience, money that had funded Darren’s eventual escape from this life, leaving Sheila stuck, working for the Russians to keep her Vet Clinic open. And up until that night, it hadn’t been too bad. Up until the Urakov brothers had shown back up. And for some reason one of her assistants had just stumbled in on them.
“Easy there, Doc,” Aleksei hissed as her distracted needlework strayed a little far from the wound. He pulled a plastic pint of cheap vodka out of his pocket, taking a long swig.
Sheila winced and turned her head away as he exhaled in her face, his breath reeking of the strong alcohol. She inadvertently caught another glimpse of Sophie, the brunette assistant now being shoved face first onto the floor, tied up with her mouth wrapped in vet wrap. She forced herself to look away, back at the Russian on her exam table, leering up at her. She gritted her teeth and resumed stitching the wound.
Sophie grunted into her gag as she felt Pavel’s hands groping her ass through her scrubs. She grasped around blindly behind her with her bound hands, trying to keep his roving hands away, but bound as she was, she was helpless to stop him.
“You have a great ass, doll,” Pavel told her, leaning over the helpless girl. “American girls are all so soft.”
Sophie squealed as his fingers dug into her waistband, and in on move he yanked her pants and panties down around thighs, just below her cheeks.
“Oh so soft,” he commented, kneading the struggling girls exposed backside like dough as she wailed into her gag.
When Pavel had first grabbed her, when he’d put his gun in her mouth, Sophie had been sure he was going to kill her. This was somehow worse. Her fears were confirmed as she was roughly flipped over, rolling painfully onto her bound arms. She squeezed her thighs together, helplessly staring up at her captor as his hands found their way between her clenched legs.
“You’re not a virgin, are you doll?” he asked her as he cupped her sex, his coarse fingers running through the soft forest of her pubic hair. “Of course not,” he answered for her, his fingers parting her vulva, sliding one finger inside her while his thumb found her clit. “Pretty little American slut, I bet you spread your legs for all the boys. But tonight, I’ll show you what a real man is like.”
Sophie screamed impotently behind her gag. He was going to rape her. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She was completely helpless. And the ultimate betrayal, her body was starting to respond to his ministrations. He penetrated her with a second finger, and it slid in more easily than the first as she began to grow damp.
“Leave her alone,” Dr. Brigham shouted. She could stand listening to assistants muffled cries and Pavel’s comments no more. “I stitched you up, I’ll give you all the drugs I have, and you can even have all the money I have here in the front register. Just please, let her go. She’s not going to say anything. Just take what you want and go, and I’ll keep patching you guys up whenever you need it.”
“Oh, so if we don’t let the girl go, you’re not going to play doctor anymore for us?” Aleksei asked, sitting up. He rolled his shoulder around, testing the stitching.
“No, I— I’ll tell Ivan.” It was a risky play, threatening to go to their boss. Not only did she find Ivan even more terrifying that the brothers, but Ivan also scared them, and backing them into a corner might not be a good idea. But she couldn’t just sit by and let this happen.
“You want to tell Ivan that you allowed one of your workers to find out about his business? And you think that this will help the girl, or you for that matter?” He hopped off of the table with the grace of a cat, standing up to his full height. He towered over her, well over six feet tall, and built of solid muscle. She gulped, taking a step back, but he stepped in, even closer, until they were practically touching. She could feel his hot breath on her face, still reeking of vodka.
“Please,” she started, but he had called her bluff. “Do what you want to me, just let her go.”
Aleksei raised an eyebrow. He glanced at his brother, who had paused his fingering of Sophie, much to the bound girl’s relief. “What do you think, Pavel?”
Pavel wiped his fingers clean on Sophie’s gag, right under the girl’s nose. He climbed to his feet, shrugging. “Me and the Doll are just starting to have some fun together. But the Doc is pretty hot, for a woman her age.”
“Pavel’s undecided,” Aleksei said to Sheila. “Maybe you could convince him you’ll be more fun.”
Sheila glanced at the bound girl on the floor, looking up at her with terrified eyes. She took a deep breath, focusing her resolve, and looking back and forth from brother to brother, she shrugged off her lab coat. She unbuttoned her black silk blouse, her fingers trembling more and more with each button she freed.
Pavel gave a low whistle as her lacy lavender Victoria's Secret bra came into view. Sheila blushed, but she forced herself to keep going until the last button was free, and she pulled the edge of the blouse out of her skirt, and removed the top altogether, dropping it onto the floor atop her lab coat. The skirt came next. Part of her mind told her to slow down, really make it into a performance, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that, and it was all she could do to just continue stripping. If she paused, she might lose her resolve.
She fumbled around until she found the zipper in the back of the skirt and pulled it down. A quick shimmy of her hips and the skirt fell to the floor, revealing her matching lavender thong and black suspender belt holding up her stockings. She was blushing furiously now. She didn’t usually dress like this to work, but there was a particular owner of a Golden Retriever that had an appointment today that she had a bit of a thing for. That appointment seemed like years ago now, as she stepped out of her skirt.
Aleksei whistled. She took great care of herself, and at 46, she thought she looked pretty damn good. She had a flat, toned stomach and a decent ass. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but in the right bra, specifically the one she was wearing now, they still looked as perky as they had when she was in her twenties.
“Well damn Doc. I am impressed. Pavel?”
“I need more convincing,” Pavel said.
“I’ll do whatever you want, just let her go, please.”
“Actions speak louder than words,” Aleksei said.
“True, brother,” Pavel said, unzipping his pants. Sheila stiffened as he pulled his penis out, his semi-erect member flopping free.
Sheila was taken aback by how large he was, but one glance at the bound and gagged girl on the floor, watching everything with wide eyes was all she needed to get her focused again. She didn’t need to be told what to do next. She walked over and kneeled on the floor in front of Pavel, taking his dick in her hands.
“No hands,” the Russian said.
She looked up at him, about to protest, but she thought better of it, dropping his dick. She let her arms rest at her sides, and leaned in, running her tongue up the length of his shaft. It responded immediately, slowly standing to attention, and she followed it with her tongue. She flicked the tip with her tongue, and it bobbed up and down as if nodding in appreciation.
“I hope you’re watching, doll. Take notes,” Pavel said to Sophie. Sophie blushed, but her eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in a kind of morbid fascination.
Sheila had just taken the tip of Pavel’s penis in between her lips, when she felt something slap her across her face. She sat back on her haunches, startled to see Aleksei beside her, his own dick out. He’d just cock slapped her with it. She swallowed her rage and disgust, sitting back up and attempting to give Aleksei’s dick the same attention. As she was getting him warmed up, Pavel began impatiently poking at her, stabbing his hard on into her eye. She was no stranger to a blowjob, but she’d never tried to give two at once. And definitely never under these circumstances.
She took turns on them, doing her best to ignore the unattended dick that would end up poking at her while she tried to work. When they were both ready, the brothers stood together, and she realized she was expected to take them both in her mouth at the same time, a feat that she imagined would have been much easier if she had been allowed to use her hands. Somehow, she managed to get both of their dicks into her mouth, her lips stretched to capacity around their throbbing members. She gagged as she tried to deep throat them, quickly realizing that while deep throating one cock was a skill set she possessed, deep throating two at the same time was out of her wheelhouse.
She managed though, and a few minutes later, they pulled out of her mouth, Pavel finishing on her chest and Aleksei on her face. Sheila shuddered in disgust, choking back the urge to wretch.
"Not too bad," one of them said, and Sheila was roughly grabbed from behind. She had known her night wouldn't end after just one blowjob, but she had expected a breather. She was hauled to her feet and shoved into the table where she lay draped across the cold metal surface. Her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her back.
"Come on guys, you don't have to tie me up," she said as she heard the distinct stretching noise of another roll of vet wrap being pulled out.
"You say that now, but you're not going to be too happy with what comes next," Aleksei said, wrapping her wrists with a roll of light blue bandage.
"I said I'd do whatever you wanted," she reminded him, grunting as she flexed against her bonds. The tightly wound elastic held strong.
"You did, but we're not convinced it's a fair trade," Aleksei said, giving her exposed ass a hard slap.
"Please," she begged again. "I'll do anything you want, willingly. Just let her go."
"Willingly is overrated. Besides, you both look so much hotter all tied up and helpless."
"You bastards! You mmmgh." She was cut short as Aleksei slapped his rough palm over her mouth. She began struggling furiously, trying to stand up, screaming into his hand, but he leaned over her, pinning her down to the table with his body weight.
"Get me something to shut her up with," Aleksei said to his brother.
Pavel started towards the counter, when Sophie kicked her legs out, tripping him. He fell to his hands and knees. "Looks like you've still got some spunk in ya, Doll," he said, grinning at the bound girl. She kicked out at him again, but he was out of her reach.
As Pavel was getting up, he spotted a dog toy under the edge of the counter. It was a little rubber hedgehog. He squeezed it, causing it to squeak. "Here Aleksei," he said, tossing the toy to his brother.
Aleksei held the toy in front of Sheila's face, his other hand still held firmly over her mouth. He squeaked it a few times. "A dog toy for the bitch to play with while she's not using that pretty mouth.”
Sophie watched with a twinge of guilt as Aleksei grabbed her boss’s cheeks, forcing her mouth open while he shoved the rubber toy into her mouth. It was one of Sophie’s jobs to clean any of the toys and disinfect them each day. She’d been lazy today and missed the hedgehog, and the expression on Dr. Brigham’s face as the toy still covered in dried dog slobber was crammed into her protesting mouth.
Sheila squeaked as she adjusted to the soft rubber toy now occupying her mouth, as well as the flavor. She shot a glare at Sophie as she realized that her assistant had once again not cleaned the toys, but a quick look at Sophie, more helps than she was with her pants around her thighs, her resentment quickly dissipated.
Aleksei quickly snatched up Sheila’s discarded blouse, tearing off a long strip and yanking it between her teeth before she could manage to expel the squeaky toy. With his second captive now securely gagged, he gave her another slap across her ass, enjoying her muffled yelp combined with the squeak of the hedgehog toy.
Aleksei hauled her to her feet as Pavel appeared holding something in his hands. Sheila’s eyes went wide as she saw he was holding a pink dog collar and leash. She shook her head and protested unintelligibly into her gag as Aleksei held her hair back while Pavel fastened the collar around her neck. The collar was tight, almost too tight, and coupled with the toy crammed in her mouth, she was finding just breathing very difficult.
Aleksei took the leash from his brother, tugging on it, forcing his captive to step into him. She glared up at him, silent, having given up on protesting into her gag, the squeaks that it made when she tried having proved too humiliating.
“I’ve got a nice place for the bitch to stay out of the way,” Aleksei said, leading her over to a small dog crate set up in the corner. She balked when she saw where she was being lead, but a sharp tug on her leash forced her to follow. She tried another muffled plead for mercy, complete with the squeak of the toy, which only earned her a chuckle from the Russian mobster as he grabbed her blonde hair and pushed down on her head, forcing her to her knees in front of the cage. She was sure she wouldn’t fit, but he helped her back into the cage, and she was able to shuffle backwards on her knees into the cage, finding herself confined in a crouched position, with her hands still bound behind her, it was all she could do to keep from falling onto her face. As he shut the gate, pushing her head all the way inside, she found herself leaning against the front of the cage, its metal bars pressing into her cheek as she contorted herself to fit in the small enclosure.
While Aleksei was getting Sheila into the cage, Pavel had returned his attention to Sophie. The bound girl flailed about on her back, kicking out wildly, but Pavel easily wrangled up her bound legs, holding her still while she whined incoherently into her gag. He pulled out a switchblade, sending the helpless girl into a blubbering frenzy, but he only used the blade to cut her legs free.
“Up you go, Doll,” he said, lifting her to her feet, groping her exposed ass in the process. He hooked his fingers under the edge of her gag, prepared to pull it down when he stopped. He switched his grip, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to look up at his face. “You still got some fight in you, don’t you? I try and put my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours and you’d bite it right off, wouldn’t you?”
She lowered her gaze. Truth was, she wasn’t sure exactly what she’d do, but if he wasn’t going to make her suck on his dick, she wasn’t going to complain. Not that she could, if he wasn’t taking her gag off.
“Don’t worry Doll, you have other holes I can use until you’re broken enough to suck me off like a good little girl.”
“MMMMMMMMGGGGGGHHH!” she screamed at the realization of his plans for her. Pavel spun her around, slamming her up against the counter, bending her over. He slapped her ass, kicking her legs apart, forcing her to spread. His dick, already fully erect again, was pressing against her ass. She wailed helplessly as she felt his firm tip press against her virgin rosebud. He planted one hand on her back, keeping her bent over the counter, and the other found her breasts, fondling her through her scrubs top while he forced himself into her.
“It seems we made the right choice, keeping you both,” Aleksei said to Sheila, positioning her cage so she had a clear view of her assistant’s rape. Squished into the tiny cage, she couldn’t even turn her head away. She could only watch as Pavel thrusted into Sophie. “But don’t worry, little bitch, you’ll get your turn."
Pavel had yanked Sophie’s shirt up over her chest and pulled her breasts free of her bra, her big tits bouncing freely as he slammed into her from behind. He grabbed both of her boobs, one in each hand, squeezing tightly as he finished in her ass. She collapsed onto the counter, sobbing into her gag as he pulled out of her, his cum mixing with her blood as it dripped out of her asshole and down her thighs.
“How does it feel to take a real man, Doll,” he asked her, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up. He turned her around, releasing her hair and grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at him. She blinked through the tears, staring up at her rapist.
A sudden rage replaced her terror as she stared into her tormentor’s dark eyes. She stomped her foot down hard on his foot, and he howled in surprise more that any pain, his strong boot protecting his foot from any real damage. She turned, trying to make a run for it, but her pants and panties were still bunched up above her knees, She stumbled, nearly falling, only to be caught by Aleksei.
“Where are you off to?” Aleksei asked, steadying the bound girl. She thrashed about as best as she could, but he lifted her off her feat easily, hoisting her up onto the exam table. He pushed her back so she lay on her back, her legs hanging off the table with him standing in between them. He grabbed her hips, pulling her forward on the table until her bare pussy was at the edge of the table. “Trying to leave before Aleksei has had his turn. How rude of you.”
Sophie cried into her gag, helpless to do anything but wiggle about, only causing her tits to flop around and jiggle as Aleksei pulled out his dick, ramming it into her pussy.
Pavel watched his brother for a moment before turning his attention to the Veterinarian in the cage. The squeak of her toy gag signaled her protests as he opened up her cage and grabbed her leash, pulling her out of the cage.
Sheila did her best to keep up with the leash pulling her out of the cramped space, shuffling along on her knees before she caught the edge of the cage and stumbled, falling prone on the floor. The pressure on the leash didn’t let up, and she awkwardly managed to get her knees back under her and stood up, panting around the toy tied in her mouth.
“Now Doc, I believe you mentioned giving us your supply of drugs and cash,” Pavel said as he untied the blouse from between her teeth. As soon as it was removed, she worked the toy out of her mouth, where it fell to the floor with a halfhearted squeak.
“Go to hell,” she said, spitting in his face.
He slapped her face, hard. She would have likely fallen if he still didn’t have a hold of her leash, holding her up.
“We’re having our way with your pretty little assistant,” he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at Aleksei pounding into Sophie on the table, "we’re going to have our way with you, and you’re going to put up a fight over a few lousy drugs and a bit of cash?”
She looked from Pavel to Sophie and back. She couldn’t argue with his logic, but spitting in his face the moment her mouth had been free had felt good, even if her cheek was still stinging from the slap. “There’s a safe in my office,” she said reluctantly.
“Let’s go,” Pavel said. She started walking towards the door, but a sharp tug downward on her leash nearly pulled her off her feet and she dropped to her knees. “One second, bitch,” Pavel said. “Bitches walk on all fours.”
She almost commented on the fact that that was currently impossible with her arms bound behind her, but he quickly loosened the wrap around her arms. While she was busy finishing freeing herself, Pavel grabbed something he spotted on the wall. Just as Sheila got her arms free and was rubbing the circulation back into her hands, Pavel returned holding a big, opaque C shaped piece of plastic.
“Oh come on,” Sheila groaned, but she knew better than to resist as he folded the plastic around her neck. Within seconds she had the big plastic cone affixed tightly around her neck above her dog collar. Not only did the thing force her to look almost straight up and block any peripheral vision, she found it incredibly humiliating. Most of her clients referred to it as the “cone of shame,” and now the name seemed more fitting than ever.
“Walk, bitch,” Pavel ordered, annunciating the command with a flick of the end of the leash across her exposed rear. With a yelp of surprise, she started forward on her hands and knees. She could still hear Aleksei grunting as he fucked Sophie, and Sophie’s muffled protests, but she was no longer able to see them. It sounded like Aleksei was getting close to finishing as she was lead through the door, the occasional flick of the leash keeping her moving towards her office.
She kept her eyes peeled for an opportunity to escape. She was unbound save for the collar and cone, though each kept her fairly inhibited. They reached cabinet with her safe in it, and she was still at a loss for a plan.
“What’s the combo, Bitch?”
Sheila sat back on her haunches, aware of how the position made her look more like the dog they were porting her as, but it was more comfortable, taking the weight off of her bruised knee caps. “48725,” she said. The cone made looking around very inconspicuous, and Pavel kept a firm grip on her leash while he entered the code and opened her safe. He rifled through the safe’s contents: a few hundred dollars in cash for the register, the credit card statements, and an assortment of various containers of pills and shots.
“These are good for people?” Pavel asked her, holding the medication in her limited field of view.
“They should clear up your worms fine,” she replied.
She immediately regretted her smart remark as she felt him find her left nipple through her bra, pinching it hard.
“Shit, it’s the same stuff they give people for the most part, just a lower dosage. Pain killers, anti anxiety meds, and yes, some of those pills are worm medication.”
"That’s a good dog,” Pavel said, reaching inside her cone to pat her on the head. This, somehow, was the most humiliating thing she’d suffered so far, and her cheeks burned as she blushed, before being dragged into motion again and lead back to the exam room.
“Aleksei, she did good. I think she deserves a treat,” Pavel announced as they returned. Sheila swung her head around until she found the other Russian and her assistant. Sophie had lost her pants and panties, as well as her shoes and socks, and now was completely naked from the waist down, while her shirt was still bunched up above her breasts and her bra was below them. She was currently draped over Aleksei’s lap; the mobster was sitting on a stool, his arm held up in the air. Pavel yanked on Sophie’s leash, forcing her head to the side, and she lost her view of Aleksei and Sophie, but she had no illusions about what the smacking sound that followed was, followed immediately by Sophie’s muffled squeal.
“What are you doing?” Sheila cried as Pavel slid an arm around her waist and hauled her up into the air. She was flipped bodily over and landed hard on her back on the table.
Sheila reflexively reached for the cone, tired of being able to look anywhere but straight up. Pavel wrangled up her hands before she could unclasp the cone. He forced them behind her neck, using the leash to secure them there.
The sound of Sophie being spanked had stopped, and Sheila could hear the men shuffling around. “Oh god, please no!” she cried out as she felt her thong ripped from her waist. Aleksei appeared in her field of vision, holding a dog bone, which he promptly jammed between her teeth, garbling her protests. A pink string she recognized as Sophie’s shoelace was used to hold the bone in place.
“Mrrrgg ahhhh!” she cried, feeling something soft pressing against her pussy lips. Being unable to see herself was driving her nuts. Whatever it was was pushed harder against her, and she recognized the feel of hair draped across her bare thighs. It was Sophie’s gagged face shoved between her legs. Sophie’s face was pulled away for a second, and the girl spluttered and coughed as her gag was pulled down, and she spit out the gauze packing between her boss’s legs.
“Dr. Brigham I’m sorry,” she managed to say before her face was once again jammed into Sheila’s crotch.
“You’re boss has done a good job, so do your job and assist her,” Pavel said as he held the struggling girl in place with one hand and fondled her tits with the other. Aleksei yanked off Sheila’s bra and began to play with her tits, pinching her nipples until she screamed around her bone gag.
“Don’t be shy, Doll,” Pavel said as Sophie wrenched her head up, gasping for air. “Get in there.”
Sheila gasped as Sophie’s tongue flicked out, grazing over her labia. Sophie was finding it very difficult to breath, and desperation spurred her on. She found her boss’s clit, licking and nibbling on it as Sheila squirmed and writhed on the table.
Sheila convulsively clamped her thighs together as her assistant brought her to a climax, screaming around her gag. A gasping Sophie was pulled from between her legs.
Sophie was regagged before she had the chance to say anything, as Pavel yanked the vet wrap up from around her neck and letting it rest between her teeth, cleave gagging her. Pavel shoved her onto the floor, using a fresh roll of vet wrap to hogtie her.
“Did you enjoy your treat, bitch,” Aleksei asked. He loosened the cone and removed it from her neck. Sheila was relieved to be able to move her head freely and look down, though the sight of her body, her bare tits red from the recent mauling they had received, and her pussy and inner thighs glistening with her juices, was a whole other level of distressing. She moaned around the bone, thick lines of droll spilling down her cheeks and into her hair.
“Let’s get them ready to move,” Pavel said, going through the bag of pilfered drugs.
“Mmoof?” Sheila tried to ask, pulling useless against the leash binding her hands.
Pavel pulled out a syringe, reading the label. He popped the cover off and bent over Sophie. Sophie squealed as she felt a sharp pinch in her left ass cheek. Pavel jammed his thumb down on the plunger, depressing the entire contents of the syringe into her bubble butt, giving her ass a couple more spanks once he’d removed it. Sophie felt sleepy immediately, and within seconds her muffled protests fell silent as she passed out.
Sheila was struggling to sit up, watching helplessly as her assistant was drugged. “It’s just a tranquilizer, by body weight it should only knock you out for a few hours,” Aleksei said, holding her down with one hand. Pavel tossed his brother another syringe, and he held it above her, depressing the plunger slightly causing a small spurt of fluid to eject out of the needle and land on her heaving chest.
She pleaded into her gag, begging the two men to not do this. Her garbled pleas fell on deaf ears. Aleksei easily flipped her over onto her stomach. The mobster grabbed a handful of her ass, jiggling it. Then she felt the bite of the needle. As Sheila fought to keep her eyes open, she watched as Pavel hoisted up her sleeping assistant and throw her over his shoulder, carrying her towards the door.
“Nighty night Doc,” Aleksei said, holding her eye open as he leered over her. “When you wake up, you’ll be in your new home.” It was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.