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Baltic Vacation
By
Jan
Christine got divorced when she was 39-years old. Her husband was fucking around with a younger woman from the Squash Club. When they first got married the sex was pretty good but as the years passed he lost interest in her and went looking for younger girls to bed. They only had the one child, a male.
Christine worked and had her nights out with the girls. Her husband didn't suspect that her nights out were anything more than just an evening of dinner and a show. The fact is Christine was enjoying a little muff diving with friends.
After the divorce Christine dated a man who, after a couple of dates, showed her a bondage and sadomasochism (BDSM) movie. She found it exciting and he asked her if she would be interested in trying a little with a woman he knew. She had considered herself bisexual the thought of a ménage 'a trios with him and another woman was a seductive idea.
Christine agreed with the idea and they made a date. She enjoyed the wicked things they did enough to agree to a couple of more dates. The other gal was a very dominant woman named Hilary and Christine found that to be very erotic. She actually enjoyed her company even more the man's and she soon dumped him for Hilary.
Hilary slowly introduced Christine to the fascinating world of lesbian BDSM.
After nine months it became obvious to Christine that Hilary was reluctant to satisfy her desire for even more hard core S&M. Christine felt disappointed and unfulfilled so she and Hilary parted ways. Christine had to seek out other women willing to satisfy her desire for rough sex. She had varying degrees of success in finding sexual partners over the years. By that time her son had left home and married. He was certain that his mother was bi-sexual but he did not know about the S&M part of her life.
Last year Christine went on holiday from London. It was a Baltic Cruise to ports like Oslo, Gothenburg, Stockholm, Helsinki, Tallinn, Copenhagen, and Amsterdam. But the highlight for her was in the middle of the loop when they stopped at St. Petersburg.
That was a true submissive slut's holiday. Christine was fifty- years old at the time. She was 5 ft. 6 in. tall, between 135 and 140 pounds with a respectable 36-C-35-37 figure. She was a natural brunette with brown eyes. At the time of the trip she had chosen to shave all of her body hair from under her arms, vulva and on her legs.
She had planned on doing some sight seeing on her own so she was required to get a visa to leave the ship. When the ship docked in St. Petersburg it was a Saturday morning. Christine figured she would do a little sight seeing and shopping.
There was no problem going through customs and it was efficient if not abrupt. She handed her passport and visa to the stocky woman behind the desk. She was a round faced redhead about 40 or 45 years old. The woman stamped it and glared at her like she was looking for something. Then she waived Christine on with the back of her hand.
Christine had a few hours to wonder around the main shopping area "NOTI". She managed to buy a few little inexpensive items. She decided to return to the ship about 2:00pm. That is when things changed.
Going back through customs when she showed her passport and visa again a young attractive blonde woman was at the table this time. However the older woman was hovering around. When she saw Christine she called the blonde aside and talked to her in Russian. As the approached Christine the younger woman came back and said in English, "Please come with me."
They led Christine into a bright room with a simple table and 4 chairs and a locked cabinet. As the three of them entered the older woman closed the door behind them. Christine could tell that the older one could not speak any English. She had to relay her orders through the younger one.
The younger one asked Christine a few questions and rummaged through her packages of souvenirs. Then they ordered her to remove her jacket, blouse and skirt. Christine was too intimated to talk back and she meekly obeyed their command. She was left standing in bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and heels. She had selected medium heels because she would be walking around and high heels would be killers on cobblestones. While the two of them looked through the removed items on the table the older woman kept looking at Christine. Surely they knew they would find nothing.
Christine could see the glint in the older woman's eyes. She was enjoying herself as she babbled in Russian to the blonde. The Blonde said, "Remove your brassiere." As she complied the older one quickly grabbed it from Christine's hand. She squeezed the cups as Christine tried to cover her breasts by crossing her arm and covering her breasts with the palms her hands.
The woman stepped forward she dropped the bra on the floor and with a quick motion slapped Christine's face. She used her left hand to slap the right side of Christine's face and on the back stroke she slapped the left side. Christine's hands flew up to protect her face. The custom guard quickly slapped Christine's breasts. Slap...Slap across the right and left tits. Christine's hand dropped to protect her tits and the guard slapped her face again a quick 1, 2 again. Christine's hands flew up to her face again. Christine quickly caught on to her game. She dropped her hands behind her back and thrust her breasts forwards.
The older guard had a crooked grin and said something to the blonde. She gripped both of Christine's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and rolled them. Then she pulled and pinched them as hard as she could. That sent pain shooting through Christine's breasts until tears streaked her cheeks. The woman violently shook the tits by the nipples before slapping them very hard again. She slapped one tit several times before giving the other an equal number of whacks. Christine was getting very wet from all of this stimulation.
The older woman babbled again to the blonde. The blonde responded by ordering Christine to remove her knickers and give them to her." as she pointed to the older woman.
Luckily she had put her panties on over her garter belt this morning. Now she was down to garter belt, nylons and heels.
The older woman sniffed at the crotch of the panties and even licked the gusset. While she was doing that the blonde moved closer and placed her palm face up between Christine's legs and felt just how wet she was. She made a remark in Russian that inspired a nasty chuckle from the older woman. She was sliding a finger up and down Christine's labia she even struck the clitoris rather hard. It hurt and Christine moaned.
The blonde said something in Russian and the older one responded. The blonde said, "Get up on the table and lay on your back with your legs spread open."
Christine did as she was told as if she were in a trance. The older one approached and spread her legs even farther apart while the blonde went after her tits. The older woman had two fingers up her cunt in no time only to follow them with a third and forth. She pumped her hand in and out of Christine's cunt until she had her whole fist inside the warm wet envelope. Feeling those coarse fingertips rubbing her cervix was more than poor Christine could stand and she had two strong orgasms in rapid succession.
When the two of them finished with Christine the older woman went to a chair on the other side of the room and removed first her kaki Green skirt and then her knickers. She revealed a dark hairy patch of pubic hair over her pussy.
The blonde spoke up but Christine had no idea what she wanted. Christine sat up and moved from the table to the older woman. She sank to her knees and buried her face in the dark smelly pussy hair. She lapped like a good pussy slut and collected all of the nasty goo the woman was spilling out of her cunt. The bitch came in just a few minutes. When she was finished she stood up and put her knickers and skirt back on.
Christine figured it was over and started getting dressed but the two of them started babbling in Russian again. The blonde came over and told Christine, "We suspected that you were a lesbian. Do you like hard and rough sex?"
Christine smiled and said, "Yes...Very much."
She asked, "Do you want more?"
Christine said, "Yes! I would love it."
She asked, "When is your ship due to leave?" as if she didn't know.
Christine assured her it would be tomorrow afternoon. The blonde turned to the other woman and said something in Russian. Then she told Christine to go back aboard ship and return at 8:00pm. Come through customs and we will be waiting for you. She said her name was Svetlana and the other woman's name was Olga. She told her that a couple of Olga's friends would be interested in enjoying your company. Christine promised she would be there. She had to. This had been an adventure she had not expected and it was too good to pass up.
She went back aboard ship and went to her stateroom and soaked in a tub of hot water until the water cooled off. After drying off she lay on her bed and reflected on the experience she had just had. It had been freighting and thrilling at the same time. She also thought about what she had agreed to do later.
Christine had a light dinner and a beer in the Lido Bar. She strolled along the deck awhile before returning to her cabin. She selected her clothes carefully and decided that her makeup should be fashionable and a little sluty. She selected just the right dress a red mini cocktail dress with matching red bra, garter belt, and thong panties. She selected dark tan nylons with red high heeled pumps. She pained her nails with a matching red to the dress and selected lipstick that was a match too. She put on just enough eye shadow to give her eyes a sultry look. She put on the makeup a littler heaver than normal to complete the look. When she put on her under clothes and pulled the cocktail dress down over her body without a slip and looked at herself she was pleased with the look.
As 8:00 pm drew close she said to herself, "Here you go you filthy whore." She locked her cabin and headed for the gang plank. All she had was her hand bag with her ID and a lipstick and some money. When she reached the custom stand she showed her passport and visa and was passed through with no problem. The male guard said in English with a thick Russian accent, "Have a good evening Madam."
Christine said, "I will dear."
When she was on the dock she saw Svetlana immediately as she exited the door from the customs. She was leaning against the side of a Mercedes smoking a western cigarette. As Christine approached she beamed her approval. She opened the back door and said, "Get in Please."
As Christine complied she saw Olga was in the back already. The door was shut behind her. Svetlana came around the car and got in the driver's seat. She turned around in her seat and asked Christine for her handbag. She said that she would not need it until you get back she was quite safe with them. Christine handed her the handbag and she placed it in the glove box and locked it. Then she drove away.
Christine also noticed that Olga had removed her customs uniform and looked very authoritarian in a PVS/ Leather top, short PVS/Leather skirt, black stockings and high heels. Her heart began to race. She didn't know what she had let herself in for but she was game for just about anything.
The car was piloted efficiently through the streets and Svetlana instructed Christine, "You will remove all of her clothes for Madam Olga. Then you will place them in the passenger seat next to me."
Christine did as she was ordered. She felt it had been such a waist to get dressed up so sexy if they were going to make her undress in the car. Even her nylons had to come off. Madam Olga produces a studded collar with a leash attached. She placed it around Christine's neck and fastened it tightly. Then she motioned for Christine to turn around to the side facing the door. Olga placed handcuff around her wrists behind her back.
Olga pulled her around on the seat and spread her legs and started using her fingers to rub Christine's pussy. She stuck her finger into the vagina and then tested the texture between her fingers. Christine was already leaking juice. She was just getting into the manipulation when the car pulled up to a curb.
They were in front of a dark ominous looking building. Svetlana came around and opened the door. Christine was embarrassed at the idea that she was going to have to get out of the car wearing only high heels, a slave collar around her neck and handcuffs.
Olga handed the leash to Svetlana and gave her butt a shove. When she was standing by the car Olga got out of the same side. She was lead along the old pavement a few yards to a door. The door was open and they entered the lobby and walked to an old iron grilled open elevator. The lift was slow and Christine feared that someone would see her naked body. The lift eventually reached the third floor and came to a stop. She was lead down the corridor to a door. Madam Olga knocked.
It took long painful seconds before the door was opened. She was lead into a very spacious room with hard wood floors and no carpet at all. She was presented to the women present but she could not tell what was being said about her. The one that had opened the door was a blonde with graying at the temples. She was medium height and looked like she was the same age as Christine. The other woman was seated in the room. She had black hair and like the other woman's it was starting to turn gray. This woman was older, every bit as much as 60-years old. Seated it was hard to tell just how tall she was but she looked tall and she had a figure that looked like she did a lot of heave lifting at some time. She looked like a weight lifter.
Both Olga and Svetlana babbled at each other in Russian. Olga looked very pleased with her slave. She lifted Christine's left breast and brought her other hand down very hard on it. Christine cried out in shocked pain. Olga did the same thing again to the tit. She repeated the treatment about ten times while she talked in Russian to the older blonde. She must have been inviting her to join her in abusing Christine's tit.
The blonde joined her and smashing the right tit just as hard and as many time as Olga had done. When they were finished abusing Christine's tits the dark haired woman got up and came over. She admired the very red tits and attached a couple of nipple clamps that were attached to each other by a length of chain. She lifted the chain and placed it in Christine's mouth. With the chain in her mouth the tits were lifted by the nipples.
Svetlana came over with a ridding croup in hand. She began slapping the tender underside of the tits. The pain was almost unbearable and tears rolled down Christine's cheeks causing her makeup to run.
Eventually the black haired woman removed the chain from Christine's mouth. She didn't remove the clamps and the nipples were turning purple. Olga came over held a glass as she gave Christine a drink of Vodka.
Christine did love her T & T brand of Vodka back home but this was pure Russian Vodka. Any flame would have set it on fire. Olga made sure Christine drank it all by holding her nose, pulling her head back and poured the Vodka down her throat. God it did burn like hell all the way down to the stomach. Then Olga indicated that she wanted Christine to spread her legs by kicking at her feet until they were spread wide enough to please her. When she was satisfied she moved behind her and removed the cuffs.
The older blonde (who's name may have been Rosa) crouched down between Christine's legs. She took hold of the labia and pulled downwards very hard a few times. The dark haired one came over and motioned for Christine to bend over at the waist.
She was made to spread her legs even wider because the woman wanted to see her asshole. The dark haired woman was pleased to find that the Christine's anus spread very easily. She was delighted in fact. She reached forward to collect the juice leaking from her vagina and labia and used it to lubricate the rectum. It only took a minute or two to lubricate the hole to her satisfaction so that she could begin inserting fingers. She worked finger after finger into her hole until she had her entire fist in Christine's butt hole. Christine found it hard to believe that this was happening. She had no experience with anything this extreme. All she knew was that she loved it
With her bent over like that the chain swung freely reminding her that the clamps were still on her nipples. Each thrust of the fist in her ass drove her foreword causing the chain to swing.
The sight of the tit's swinging must have been to inviting to Rosa from her vantage place between her legs. She turned her attention to punishing them. She sat there under the woman and used a cane to slap the tit from between the chain so that they swung in different directions. Christine was in delicious pain being ass fuck at the same time her breasts were being abused.
Without warning the doorbell rang. Fore the first time in more than an hour Svetlana spoke English. "That must be our Boss."
Christine had thought that Olga had been the boss. From her position she could not see who had joined them. The Boss spoke in Russian while Rose and the dark haired one continued to abuse her body. As the dark haired one removed her fist from Christine's gaping ass hole she involuntarily let out a big resounding FART.
Christine was made to stand up straight and turn to face the Boss. Christine saw that she was about 5ft. 10 in. tall about a 16 dress size. She had short dark hair and wore a black leather coat that covered her to below her knees. When she opened the coat she revealed a white blouse and black leather trousers that were tight enough to strain the seams. She also wore tight ridding boots up to the knees. Her outfit alone was enough to make Christine practically climax.
She spoke very good English. "So bitch, you come to a country and allow yourself to be abused by complete strangers. Just what are you...apart from a slut?"
Christine replied, "YES, I am a slut, a lesbian, pain seeking slut Ma'am."
The acid tone of the woman's voice was like a viper's hiss, "We shall see." Then she turned to the others. On her command Christine's arms were pulled in front of her and the handcuffs were put back on. A rope was lowered from the ceiling and the cuffs were attached hen a hoist was operated and pulled Christine's arms up over her head until she was standing on tip toes.
She asked, "How old are you slut?"
Christine whispered, "I will be 50 next month."
She said, "Then you shall receive 50 lashes!"
She casually moved behind Christine and slowly applied 25 strokes on one cheek of her ass with a whip. She watched each effect the lash had on her flesh and body. Then she moved back around to the front on one side and methodically laid another 25 lashes across the breasts, belly and tops of her thighs. The whipping had the desired effect and Christine was trembling and moaning with delight.
Christine was surprised at what happened next. The woman came over and grabbed her by her wrists and placed her mouth over Christine's and kissed her passionately, pushing her tongue into Christine's mouth which took and returned the compliment. The woman reached between Christine's legs and felt her sopping wet cunt. She reached for her clit and pinched it between he thumb and forefinger, using the nails. It only took a moment before Christine had a much needed orgasm which left her so weak that she hung by the cuffs.
As Christine hung there she notices Olga out of the corner of her eye. The next thing she knew, she had attached manacles to her ankles. Her legs were pulled out from under her and apart. She was left swinging suspended in midair. She saw the Boss had removed her leather trousers and had begun strapping one of the biggest dildos she had ever seen.
The woman positioned herself between Christine's legs and had her choice of holes to invade with that monster latex rubber tool. Christine had been fisted in both holes so she knew that they would stretch to accommodate almost any size but when this dildo entered her vagina she was impaled on it. It filled her and stretched her vagina as the woman drove it in up to the hilt. The woman fucked her hard and as the bulbous head of the rubber cock moved past the cervix it bumped into it again and again. Christine had 4 or 5 deep vaginal orgasms that left her completely spent.
The woman must have had the energy of a marathon runner because she lasted so long and she was sweating as she fucked her. In time even she tired but became more aggressive. She reached for Christine's nipples chain and pulled on it. When she finally withdrew the dildo she called Olga over with the croup and told her to whip the inner thighs and her soaking wet and gapping cunt.
Eventually they lowered Christine to the floor and unfastened the shackles and cuffs. Olga pulled her to her knees by her collar. The Boss had removed her strap-on dildo and stood in front of Christine.
Christine had a good idea of what was about to happen. Sure enough the Boss placed her finger on her clit and pulled up and let go with a stream of strong smelling yellow pee that splashed against her face. Before Christine could adjust her position the woman adjusted the direction of the spray to hit her in the open mouth. This seemed to please the Boss. She babbled to the other women in Russian and all of them took off their clothing and took their turn peeing in Christine's mouth. She managed to drink most of the piss which seem to delight her tormentors. They all took turns grinding their cunts into her face until she brought each of them to a climax.
The sun was starting to come up as Olga and Svetlana led her back to the street naked. There were some people on the street and Christine felt so ashamed of herself if it were not bad enough to be seen naked but her body covered with red marks all over it. The funny thing was it didn't seem to be an issue with the people scurrying around on the street. The cold morning air on her body made it ache all over as she was led back up the street to the car. What had seemed like a few yards before now seemed to be kilometers. Svetlana opened the door and they entered. When Svetlana was back behind the wheel of the car she handed Christina her clothes back and she proceeded to dress herself. Nylons, garter belt, panties, bra cocktail dress and pumps. Then she was handed her hand bag as the car was headed back to the dock. It was only 15 minutes before she was back going through customs. This time there was no problem and as she walked back up the gangplank she was greeted by the ships purser. He asked, "Did you have a good evening Ma'am?" with some concern because her makeup was in such disarray.
She assured him, "Yes, a very good evening. Thank you."
Minutes later she was back in her stateroom and admiring the marks on her naked body. She drew a warm bath and soaked away the piss smell and as her skin soaked in the water she could not resist one more finger fuck to a lazy climax, a nice soapy one. After she dried off she crashed on her bunk and closed her eyes. By the time she woke up it was dark and she could feel the slow rocking of the ship as it pitched a yawed its way through the sea. The cabin was too high up to hear the water lapping on the hull but the study rumble of the ships Engine was comforting. She smiled to herself in the darkness as she remembered her brush with Russian Customs.
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