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Ivanova’s eyes lit up when the door to her apartment opened. It was 11pm. She knew that only Mira Destovsky had a key and she hoped this meant that she was about to feel the kiss of the whip or the cane that hung on a hook behind her bedroom door. Mira came into the large, sparsely furnished lounge and shrugged off her long, black leather coat. Beneath it she wore tight, also black leather trousers and a black silk shirt. They spoke as always in Russian when alone. “Pour me a drink.” Ivanova went to her kitchen and removed a bottle of Konik’s Tail vodka from her freezer. She poured generous measures into two large shot glasses and carried them through. She handed one to Mira then lifted her glass and said, “To pain.” She smiled. Mira did not smile. She sat in a large chair, chrome and red leather, and lifted her glass to her glossed lips, murmuring, “To pain.” Ivanova sat facing her. She was quite naked and her long black hair glistened like her eyes in the low light of the room. Her legs were spread in invitation. After some time, Ivanova stood, walked to her Mistress and fumbled at the zip of her trousers. Mira spread her legs so that the secretary could open them and release bahis siteleri her girl cock. Kneeling, Ivanova sucked it, opening her mouth and taking it deep into her throat. Mira pushed the girl away, stood and walked through to the dark bedroom, large, but not as large as her own. She kicked off her shoes and pushed her trousers down but kept the black silk blouse on. Ivanova followed, knelt on the bed facing the foot and felt it dip as Mira knelt behind her. The tip of the dildo touched her pussy lips which were already wet. She asked, “How is your English whore?” ‘She is good, I can trust her, I will own her.” Ivanova felt the pressure increase and she relaxed to allow the hard silicone enter her. “Is she as good as me?” “She is better than you, you whore.” Mira drove suddenly and ferociously into her and Ivanova moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. She knew Mira was in one of those moods, that she would feel the pain she craved in due course. Mira pushed deep, almost withdrew then drove in again. She repeated this, her pace increasing with each stroke. Ivanova’s head was lifted, looking straight ahead of her. Mira spoke, “She is easy. She knows nothing. She is a fool but canlı bahis siteleri she is good.” Ivanova did not care now, all she could think of was the pounding pace of the dildo and its imminent intrusion into her arse. She felt it withdraw from her, then touch again at her dark hole and groaned as it pushed past her muscle and into her. “My God, yes.” She pushed back, her fingers grasping the sheets of the bed. Her mouth was open and her animal like lust rose in anticipation of the pain to come. Mira’s pace increased and became a frenzied pumping into her pain loving secretary. She slapped Ivanova’s arse, hard and often and the dark haired woman beneath her screamed in pain and ecstasy until their orgasms burst from them almost simultaneously and they slumped together, still conjoined, the dildo deep in Ivanova’s arse. Mira slowly withdrew from Ivanova and stood beside the bed. Ivanova lifted herself onto her knees again and turned to watch Mira as she went to the bedroom door. Ivanova smiled – anticipating the imminent sting of cane or whip but was puzzled as she saw Mira stop and stand stock still. She could see Mira staring as if trying to penetrate the darkness canlı bahis of the room, one hand paused in the moment of reaching for the cane on the door’s hook. Ivanova turned to look in the same direction. There was a noise like a cough. A third eye opened between Ivanova’s two natural eyes and the girl slumped, blood seeping from the wound in her head onto the bedspread. Mira Dotevsky had no idea what had happened. In the almost complete darkness of the bedroom she detected a movement in the corner facing the end of the bed and tried to make sense of the situation. She noticed a form, indistinct in the darkness. A light came on and Mira gasped. That was her second to last gasp. The cough came again and she slumped with her last gasp, dead, falling to the floor, a neat hole in her forehead to match that of her secretary. * I was at my desk t around 8.30. Maria placed a cup of strong coffee onto my desk then turned and was returning to her own station when she stopped. I looked up and saw, standing in the doorway Mira’s head of security. She was a short woman with thin hair and eyes that were cold, like a lizard’s. “I will search your office and possessions. You,” this to Maria, “Go to your desk and remain there.” Maria scuttled out. “You will do no such thing.” “Stand in the corner, please. I do not wish to bring muscle in but I will if I have to.” I was scared now. I stood and moved to the corner of my office.