[pervipete]

Pete leant against the back of the car while he waited for Mike to arrive, all the while getting funny looks from some of the people wandering past, a couple had even walked up to him and asked him if he was their cab, for a few seconds he debated on how to phrase the reply, a few choice profanities did come into his head, but then he caught sight of a sign nearby ‘Taxi pick up only’ and realisation dawned, man waiting there next to a dark Vauxhall Vectra, he would have assumed the same, so he just shook his head, saved from further explanation by the arrival of the real mini cab, he smiled as he watched them walk away, the woman’s arse swaying from side to side as she walked, and went back to his waiting. Ten minutes later his patience was rewarded by Mike’s arrival, the tuned engine of his Focus STi, humming a weird bass note as he pulled in behind him, Monnie in the passenger seat, both getting out to come and stand on the pavement beside him, Monnie oblivious to the chaos she was responsible for due to the amount of leg her mini dress was showing, both men smiled a little as a couple of men walked by, both surreptitiously trying to get a look at her legs and arse, while at the same time avoiding the ire of the women with them, one got caught and received a look that would have turned most men to stone, Pete and Mike shared a look, both thinking the same thing, that poor bastard is going to be receiving hell for the next days, if not for the whole bloody month.

Pete smiled apologetically “Sorry for ruining your night, but something’s come up.”

“Your brother come up with something?”

Pete just nodded his reply “and Monique” he paused while groping for the right words “I’m sorry but me and Mike have to meet someone and well...well...with who it is I don’t think it’ll be a good idea for you to come along.”

“But...but...I’m not a little girl”

“I know that, but the person who...shit” he looked at his battered watch “fuckers early” Mike and Monnie both turned to follow where Pete was looking, watching as an old S Class Mercedes saloon, its silver bodywork s dented, wheezed into the car park opposite, settling with a groan as it braked to a stop at the centres glass door, its rear door opening and a morbidly obese man getting out, waving to the group and starting to waddle over to the group, Pete waved and pointed back to the centre, making the universal sign for food and drink, the man took the hint and turned, waddling awkwardly inside the entrance.

“Who’s that?” Monnie asked.

“Carl Brooks, ex doctor, full time pervert and high end drug dealer.” Pete looked at the girl, realising just how pretty she had become. “Monique, do me a favour, I want you as far as way from that...as I can” he pulled out a roll of cash and peeled off a twenty “go and get yourself a drink and we’ll meet you as soon as we have finished.” She took the money and nodded abstractedly, decided that Carl was not the sort of person she would want to meet if she could, smiling she kissed Pete on the cheek and Mike on the lips, a long languid, come back as soon as you can kiss, one that made Pete look away embarrassed and then she walked her away, her wedged sandals soft on the pavement, the older man waited patiently while Mike watched her walk away, before tapping on his shoulder and pointing in the direction of Carl “sooner we get this sorted, the sooner you will be back with her” and the two men reluctantly headed to the door.

“So what did Patrick have to say about this?”

Pete stopped and thought, formulating his answer “lots, fucking lots” he grinned “mainly it’s a fucking stupid idea, but if we do there’s a few, for want of better terms, rules. One, do your homework on them, make sure that they are not the sort to publish or be damned, next, make sure that what you are blackmailing them for is so bad that exposure is far worse than what they are paying you, and make sure that the cost is reasonable and rack it up gradually, don’t start with the fucking moon, ask for a rock and work your way up to Jupiter. And lastly, give them an end date and keep to it, let them know that this will come to an end, or you risk them losing their fear of exposure or getting brave enough to go to the police on you.

Now as we want more than money, he figured that we need some help, so he made an appointment with Carl here.”

Mike nodded “fair ‘nough.’

It took the two of them a little while to find Carl but eventually they tripped across him sitting in a fast food place, a couple of large burgers and fries on the tables, a large glass of coke next to him, stuffing the fries in his mouth a large handful at a time, alternating with large bites out of the burger, bits of bun, cheese, sauce and sesame seeds clustering on his lips.

“I think we’ll not disturb Carl and let him finish his meal” Mike nodded twice, first in agreement and then towards one of the pillars, “out of sight?” Pete smiled and headed in the direction, both men’s taking turns to peer round the corner until the man had finished eating.

“You hungry Mike?”

“Hah, not any more I fucking ain’t.”

Both men looked around the pillar again to see that Carl had finished off the two meals and was happily demolishing a large ice cream desert in a dish that looked like it would serve as a lifeboat for a couple of medium sized dogs, with enough wafers to retile a small bungalows roof, only stopping to slurp down large gulps of his coke, they waited until the last spoonful was shovelled into his mouth before heading over to the table.

“You two finished hiding and giggling like a couple of fucking school girls?” Carl didn’t even bother looking up as he spoke, just picked up the bill and waved it in the general attention of their approach “here I think this is yours.”

Pete just took it and whistled at it at the size, but not of the money, that was par for the course for a place like this, an attempt at a gourmet burger bar, but at the sheer quantity of food and drink “diet going well I see” Carl just shot him a look and started to rise.

“Well if you are going to be sarky.”

“Oh grow up for fucks sake. Mike” he handed over the paper and some money “go and pay for this will you?” Mike could not get away fast enough, his journey back a little slower, but try as he might, he could not put off rejoining the others.

“Okay you two, I haven’t much time, so what you after?”

Pete looked around, deciding that the food court in a shopping centre might be a little too public for their discussions “look not here” he nodded towards one of the fire exits. “Over there.”

When they were away from being overheard, Pete explained what he needed, but not the reason, Carl considered for a moment. “Long term you say? But fast working?” Pete and Mike nodded. “I have the perfect thing, its pricey though. Quaker.”

“Quaker? What the fuck is Quaker?”

“An expensive yet highly effective date rape drug in two parts” he smiled “oh yes most effective. Its two parts you see, one makes them persuadable the other horny beyond belief. Give it to her majesty and you’ll be able to get her fucking the entire Blues and Royals by lunch, and their fucking horses.”

“How much?”

“Four grand a set” he held his hand up at Mikes surprise and protesting “you don’t use much son so it can last a while.”

Pete just nodded and pulled out his money again, peeling off a couple of hundred in twenties “get some and ring when you can deliver.” And with Carls’ agreement in his ears he wandered off with Mike.

Carl watched them leave, then got up and headed for his own car, his own nights work about to begin, as he reached the edge of the food court a man detached himself from the shadows and headed to meet him at the entrance.

“So what did that cunt Bannerman want?”

“Business, mine and none of yours, now get me to Sergeii’s place.”

Carl watched impassively, his hands in the pocket of his white coat, as the lorry reversed into the warehouse, its warning beep echoing of the walls as it competed with the diesel engine to deafen anyone within earshot, the artic coming to a halt with a hiss of airbrakes, then, before the sound of the engine had had a chance to fade away completely, a group of men rushed forward to open up the rear doors, throwing them open and yelling into the interior, he did not completely understand what they were saying, but he had been here another to guess.

“Out, out, everyone out” then gradually faces appeared over the top of the pallets, blinking in the harsh fluorescent lighting, men, women, children, the old and young, all hoping for a better life, all about to be dissuaded of that notion, the men hopping down first, then reaching up to help down the others, gently picking up the children and putting them on the floor, their hands reaching up to help down the women, all the while being shouted at like one of the concentration camp scenes from Schindler’s List, but eventually, after many shouts and much chivvying, the thirteen new arrivals stood in a couple of little groups, dazed and confused expression on their faces as they saw their first view of Britain, not rolling hills and green trees, not country houses, no Royals or celebs as promised by the agents back home, but a drafty, dirty, rat infested warehouse in God knows where, Carl felt the palpable sense of disappointment and smiled, knowing that for some, things were going to get much, much worse. He swept his gaze across the group, taking in their faces and bodies, decided on which ones he would be allowed to play with and how far, it was true that he would have to play with all of them, man and women, even the grandmotherly looking woman that was being held by an wizened old man, but that was part of the price to be paid for finding one that he could play with for longer, noting the heights and builds, the ages and the attractiveness of them all, most of what he was about to do would be the same as always, a full, genuine, well almost genuine, medical examination, just a couple of additions for his own amusement, a kind of bonus to himself, and as long as he did not damage or anger the merchandise, then he was allowed pretty much free reign as to what he was going to be doing.

He pulled out a moleskin notepad from his inside pocket and scratched some notes, working out who he would examine first, he looked up when he spotted a figure move from one group to the other, a figure whose beauty just made him gasp in surprise, a beauty that managed to shine through the accumulated grime and tiredness of the long journey from eastern Europe.

He called over to the man in charge of this stage of the operation, a short, stocky man, somewhere in his late twenties to early thirties, called, and Carl always smiled at how stereotyped it was, Igor, huge biceps bulging from the sleeves of his shirt, every inch of flesh hidden by prison tattoos, his wide, slab like face impassive as he strode over, his gait closer to that off a mountain gorilla than a human being, Carl walked forward to meet him to save time “give me ten minutes to get ready” the reply was an almost blank look and then “ten minutes?” the reply in an accent so thick as to be almost indecipherable, the man then just nodded over his shoulder and used up a little more off his limited English “Roma scum”, Carl just nodded absentmindedly “ten minutes” before turning on his heels and heading off, his destination the warehouses old offices, accessible via a set of rickety, wooden stairs, his breath labouring with the effort of pulling his twenty five stone body up the steps, with every movement he feared the whole thing collapsing under him, but finally he reached the landing of the melamine flooring, his breath in ragged gasps as he stood there for a moment to gather himself before heading into the first of the offices, the old rooms now refitted for their new purpose, nodding as he spotted his assistant and translator, a former nurse, who, to his eyes anyway, was a walking stereotype in so much that she was built like a male Olympic shot putter, with a face that looked like it had be set on fire and put out with an axe, a couple of times, although she spoke almost perfect English, with hardly an accent, he had always found it damn near impossible to pronounce her names, so, mentally at least, he initially had just christened her Nurse Ratched after the head nurse in ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest’, however after working with her for a while, her personality, which like a lot of the organisation, would not have looked out of place wearing an SS uniform, and what she was like during the medical examinations, he had re-christened her Ilsa, after the titular star of the old seventies Nazi exploitation films, something which she initially took exception to, until Carl sat her down one evening and showed her one and then she took it as a badge of honour, even now, the memory of how turned on she was, and what she did to him, and more importantly, what she enjoyed having done to her, was able to give him an instant erection, harder and for far then longer than from any amount of Viagra.

He walked through the room, his heavy steps vibrating the flooring, and entered the large room that had been set up as his examination room, the equipment old but serviceable, Ilsa stepped in through the door, followed by Sergei, his employer for the night. He waited for Ilsa to follow him in, “Ilsa soon be show time, the usual for them all” she nodded in reply and started preparing everything.

“Carl, a word before you begin.”

“Sure, you’re the boss”

Sergei walked over, contemplated the chair for a moment before turning and looking at the former doctor, a look of distaste flicking briefly across his face before he managed to compose himself. “Ok, don’t worry too much about the older men and the babushkas, just give them a quick exam. But I need you to do a fuller on the younger women...but there are to be unharmed, or...” he nodded towards the door, where Igor, the gorilla in change of the unloading crew stood silently, his tattooed arms folded across his chest, a scowl on his blunt face “oh yes and the children, they will be checked at a hospital, I want to have a fuller check on them, I have a couple of couples in France and Italy who would love to adopt them if they are healthy.”

Carl just looked over his shoulder than turned back and shrugged, trying to hide his disappointment “of course, never figured it any other way.” Sergei nodded and without a further word walked out of the office, Carl just nodded at Ilsa before walking through into the main examination room, glancing around to make sure everything was ready, the examination table was in the centre of the room, lights all set, stirrups at the end, the little table with his instruments next to it, his desk and chair, his laptop sitting there, angled so that he could look into the final set of furniture, a three piece screen set up in the corner, without either too much effort, or alarming the person behind it, he had Ilsa walk behind it while he looked at his laptop, checked that the last pieces of the puzzle was in place, a mirror with a pair of wireless webcam’s pointing towards it, picking up images from as many angles as possible, another couple picked up images from the warehouse itself, he called the woman over and pointed to the screen, “Ok Ilsa, bring up the first one, start with the oldest men, then the babushka’s, then downwards through the men until we reach the women, she nodded her agreement and rattled out some words in Russian to Igor, who grunted in reply and stalked off, to appear on the camera, shouting orders at the still dazed people, Carl did not bother turning on the speakers, knowing that he would neither understand nor care what they were saying, then Igor started to come back, one of the older men following hesitantly behind him, his own that shuffling gait peculiar to the very sick or the very old, he sat there and waited, not bothering to switch to a view of the stairs, knowing instinctively that it would take a while for the two men to walk the small distance, he allowed himself a small smile as he heard Igor growling at the first, for want of a better, more appropriate word, patient, and his slightly whining reply, Carl may not have been able to speak their language, but it was obvious that the younger man was impatiently ordering the old man along, and the old man was arguing half heartedly, his fear of Igor overwhelming his pride, eventually they made it into the room, Ilsa meeting him at the door and lead him over to the door after dismissing Igor, whispering in his ear as they walked, this time a whole lot more gently and patiently, Carl admired how she was devious enough to work out the best way of dealing with each person, and how to change her personality to deal with their individual quirks and temperaments, when to push, when to pull, when to be sweet and when to be a bitch, not for the first time he wondered if she was doing the same to him, a scary thought that he put out of his mind, working out that no, she would not be that bloody stupid.

He pulled some forms out of his briefcase, and started to fill them in, the information didn’t matter, most of them would be shredded at the end of the examinations, the only thing that mattered about them was that they made the whole thing look professional and somehow real, even more so than tapping away at a laptop, for some reason, and after some experimentation, that the sight of a man in a white coat, even if the man was sitting in a grubby office in an abandoned warehouse, somehow made people feel reassured, must be an innate fear and respect of authority Carl assumed, but whatever it was, it worked and that was all that mattered, which was also the whole reasoning behind Sergei making Igor and his crew wear high visibility waistcoats and id badges with UK BCA, the same initials that was on the sign of the warehouse, on them, which if asked by the people on the lorries where to say it stood for United Kingdom Border Control Agency, when in fact there where, borrowed, from a local firm, long bankrupt and just as long forgotten.

Looking up he saw that the old man had came out from behind the screen, his body naked except for a pair of Y fronts, once white, now, like the hair that covered his skinny chest a grubby grey, he debated whether or not he should have Ilsa make him remove them, but to be honest it only took one look at the old man and how grubby he himself look to figure out that he was going be risking his sense of smell as it was, so the more he wore and the sooner he was examined the better, so reluctantly he stood, picked up his stethoscope to approach the man, wrinkling his nose as he came close, trying not to feel nasuas as he came into range of the man’s smell of stale sweat, unwashed skin urine, after a very perfunctory examination, where he called out random things for Ilsa to note down, he declared himself happy. Ilsa had the old man dress and then Igor lead him back away, only this time to a little room away from the others, it did not do have them talk about what was happening, it would either make them over nervous or over confident about what was going on in the room, best to let them stay a little unsure, and anyway, the people would be taken away in groups, each depending on what the traffickers had in mind for them, the first group, usually the older or smaller men and less attractive females, would end up working sixteen hour days as cheap labour picking and packing somewhere, being bused around the country from farm to farm, the larger men, work protection or intimidation, with the odd bare knuckle fight thrown in for variety, the last group, Carl’s favourite to work on, the more attractive men and women, would be put on drugs and sold to strip clubs and brothels, and any children, the cuter ones ended up being adopted with the less cute ones being trained to beg and steal in the big cities, though whether these terms were euphemisms, Carl neither knew nor cared very much, he took his pay and just did as he was told.

It only took him another thirty or forty minutes to work through the rest of the males, all except one who he decided to leave till later, Sergei may have put a block on him having fun with the women, but that did not preclude the males and the older ones did it.

He smiled again as Igor brought the first of the older women upstairs, the woman must have been in her sixties, and large, a walking stereotype, he had Ilsa ask the questions, these ones differing from those of the men, before translating them for Carl.

“What is your name?”

“Irina madam.”

Ilsa smiled at the madam part “And your age?”

She looked at Carl and then Ilsa “its 62 madam”

“Married?”

“Yes madam, forty years”

“Number of children?”

“Four madam”

It was obvious that the next question was of a more personal nature, the way the woman looked downwards, away from Carl told him that, Ilsa repeated herself, a little more firmer, the woman still looked away but nodded her head, Ilsa asked a second question, again the woman looked embarrassed, and a little offended, but again Ilsa, using a voice combining both steel and a certain gentleness, Irina looked at her for a moment and shook her head again, this time adding some words in Russian to it, the evil grin on Ilsa’s face when she turned to face Carl told him something was up “she was a virgin when she married, and apart from her doctor, no man except her husband has seen her naked, let along fucked her. Carl smiled, delicious, fun would be had with this one.

“Ok Ilsa, carry on with Irina” she went back to her and whispered into her ear, then, taking her by the arm, she gently lead her to the screens, then went out to the outer office, he heard he whisper something to Igor and then she returned, just in time to see Irina emerge from behind the screen, half undressed, her underwear, white and dependable, still on, he shook his head at Ilsa, who barked out an order, now it was time for the Irina to shake his head in reply, Ilsa repeated herself, a hint of menace in her voice, still the woman just stood there, some tears as her eyes as she spoke, her voice full of begging, Ilsa just stood her ground, barking out more orders, the only word that Carl could decipher was Igor, who appeared, like magic in the doorway, his eyes locked on the older woman, whose eyes were wide at the sight of him.

Carl looked up “What did you say to her?”

Ilsa did not even turn her head, she just spoke “I said if she does not remove them Igor would for her” she barked out some more Russian and Igor stepped into the room, going to stand near the woman, instinctively standing so that the examination rooms own webcams would not be blocked, neither would Carls, “I have given her one last chance to undress”. Irina hung her head and spoke, the voice full of defeat and started to turn towards the screens, but stopped when she heard Ilsa speak, she turned back and looked towards Ilsa and then Igor, then back again, the protest catching in her throat as she saw the steel on Ilsa’s face. With a sigh she reached up and undid the clasp of her bra and pulled it forward, briefly flashing her nipples as she tried to simultaneously hand the bra to Ilsa and cover her large sagging breasts with the other hand, Carl looked at the woman, more with curiosity than desire, looking up and down at the amount of hair on her legs and under her arms, he wonder when she last shaved, if she had ever, he tore his eyes away from her and looked at Igor’s face, which contained an ill conceived lust for this woman almost twice his age, he shrugged mentally, each to their own, though he could have some fun with this, he needed to liven up proceedings or he was liable to go completely out of his fucking mind, he leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers in front of him, content to leave this part in the capable hands of Ilsa and Igor, both would probably know what was needed of them for now.

“Snimite trusy sleduyushchiy”

Irina just shook her head, rattling off some rapid Russian, of which the on words Carl understood was no and Igor.

Isla repeated herself, this time pointing to Igor, who took a step forward and reached up towards the waistband, causing the woman to spin around and push his hand away, her breasts now uncovered and wobbling from side to side with the movement, they were large and saggy, resting slightly on the bulge of her stomach, Igor just looked at them and smiled, his an evil grin on his face to go with the lust in his eyes as he grabbed hold of Irina’s wrists, holding them tight in mid air, while Ilsa moved in close to the woman from behind and, without a further word, just pulled the woman’s knickers to the floor, ripping them a little in her haste, exposing large, fleshy, white buttocks to the view of the three people in the room, Carl could see Irina’s face colour as she hung her head a little, obviously shamed by her nakedness in front of these strangers, if she only knew about the camera’s Carl thought, she would most likely die from it, he did toy with the idea of letting her know, just to see what would happen, but the dangers would outweigh the advantages, so he set the idea aside, instead he had Igor and Ilsa lead, in truth more half drag half push, her towards the examination table, the woman verbally protesting as well as struggling, but Igor had her wrists too tightly held for her to do more than struggle in vain, finally there were at the table, Irina looked at the table and started to protest louder and louder, a scream starting to come from her mouth, a scream soon cut off by Ilsa slapping her across the face, curing her in one move of all verbal and physical resistance, though her face was full of hate for Igor and Ilsa, and pleading when Carl stood in front of her, smiling a reassuring smile, he knelt down in front of her, speaking calmly to her, “it’s ok, I’m just going to make sure you are healthy and able to work” he knew she was not going to understand him, but it did not matter, like calming an animal or very small child, it was the tone not the words which were important, he felt her shudder as he reached up and touch her legs, fighting the urge to shudder himself at the hairy feel of them, and gently tried to pry them apart, however, every time he managed to get enough of a gap and let them go, she snapped them shut, Russian words, probably curses, came down to him from above, again and again he pried them apart, and again and again she snapped them shut, tiring of the game, he stood up and looked at her, letting anger show on his face “this won’t fucking do you old witch, either you open them up or I will get these two” he pointed to his companions “to do it for you” he waited until the words were translated he and while the reply was spat back “and if you stop them I will get every motherfucking man in the building to come up here and hold them apart, and there will all get a view of your fucking hairy cunt and sagging tits, or maybe that’s what you want, you old whore, a load of men up here for you to show off to, maybe you’re hoping one or more of them will want to give you a good old fucking. Well be a good girl and I am sure that can be arranged”, there was a long wait for the reply, even after Ilsa had translated, as the words sunk in, Irina shot out a reply, from the way her head was moving, obviously a denial, and an agreement to do as she was told, which was made obvious by the fact that she had started to open her legs, smiling he knelt back between her legs, and started to reach up towards her vagina, his smile dying at the amount of hair blocking his view and his nose wrinkling at the slight smell from the lack of hygiene facilities the people has had for their few days of travelling , he stood up again and whispered to Ilsa, who in turn whispered to Igor who wandered over to the office suite’s small bathroom, and then Irina, who looked over her shoulder at Igor’s back, but just sadly nodded her head before getting to her feet and following him, Carl shared a look with Ilsa and both followed them over to the door way, where Irina stood and waited, her head down, while Igor worked on getting a shower, working on the temperature, Ilsa said something to him and he looked down and grimaced, seeing that he had already got some water on his front and shook his head, a stream of Russian curses coming from his mouth, while Irina visibly tensed up, Carl looked at Ilsa quizzically, getting a smile back “I said he had better do something about his clothes, he don’t want to get them wet as he doesn’t have any spares here and it’s a long journey home.” Carl wondered what he was going to do, but the question was answered when he looked up to see Igor in the middle of stripping off, more tattoos coming into view as his shirt came off, then his shoes and trousers, all the while speaking away to Irina, and if that was where it was going to stop she was soon disappointed, as without skipping a heartbeat he quickly pulled down his boxers, his thick cock, semi hard, springing into view, he rubbed his hand up and down himself, uttering what must have been crudities to the old woman by her reaction, however the sight of the prison tattoos destroyed any resistance as she allowed herself to be lead to the shower by the now naked man, not even reacting when he deliberately pushed his erect cock into her arse.

Carl watched rapt as Igor pushed the woman under the water, watching as it rolled down over her body, some of it bouncing off her breasts a little as she just stood there, unmoving, just staring straight ahead like a shop floor dummy, Igor walked forward and spoke to Ilsa, who left the doorway for a moment, returning a moment with a pair of scissors, some shower gel, shave gel and some razors, handing them over without a word, Igor grunted and turned back to Irina, grabbing her by her shoulders and turning her to face the doorway. He grabbed and lifted one of her arms, letting it go, knowing that she would not fight him, he trimmed the hair with the scissors, then grabbing the gel he spread some in her armpit, then with a surprising gentleness he started to run the razor over the stubble, only stopping every so often to clean the razor under the shower, once he had finished he turned to her other arm, repeating the whole thing. Satisfied he knelt down and spread the gel over her legs, running the razor up and down each one until they too were smooth.

He stood and turned to face Carl and Ilsa, a huge grin spreading on his face, and a huge erection between his legs “now pussy” he winked at them before turning back to her “no worry babushka, I gentle with you” she just looked at him in horror, not knowing what he said, but knowing that she had only one area of hair left apart from that on her head, instinctively she opened her legs a little, making Igor smile a little “good good babushka, you understand” he knelt down between her legs, gentle pulling her legs apart and placing one a little higher than the other by putting it on the edge of the shower stall, picking up the scissors he trimmed her pubic hairs, watching for a moment as the water swilled it down the drain, putting the scissors back down he picked up the shower gel and spread it on his palms and fingers, he reached forward and rubbed it into her pubis, laughing as she jumped at his initial contact, he moved his palm back and forth, one of his fingers coming into contact with the top of her slit, finding its way through to the nub of clit, for a moment he stopped worrying about the shaving, but instead started to play with it, rubbing it a little, smiling as he heard her groan a little, the groan turning into an almost disappointed sigh as he stopped to grab the razor and for the last time, run it up and down, until all that was left was some gel sitting on the top of her legs, he put the razor back down and turned her around, running his hands over her, washing off the excess shaving gel, letting his hand slid forward a little so it slid over the lips of her pussy, all the while he was sliding his other hand up and down his cock, releasing both sets of genitals, he grabbed the shower gel, squeezing it into his hand and then stood up, rubbing it into her back, turning her around and putting some more onto his hand, rubbing that into her breasts, lifting and squeezing them, running his finger up and over her nipples, running his hands all over her “my dick hard now babushka, we fuck now” he spun her around and pushed her forward so that her head was resting on the shower wall, standing back a little, he went back to sliding his hands up and down his cock, he must have realised that no one could see what was happening so he moved her so she was side onto the room, her arse poking out a little, he said something in Russian, something about her head because a moment later she used her hands to push herself away from the wall a little, he put his hand on his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, pushing it forward a little, her eyes closing at the feel of his head entering her, though it was not clear if this in pleasure, shame at the violation or a combination of both, he paused for a moment “pussy tight”, then with one thrust of his hips, he pushed his cock all the way in, his hands groping her breasts, squeezing and mauling each one, pulling the nipples, twisting them, laughing as she started to quietly sob as he thrust back and forth “cry for Igor woman” he turned to Carl and Ilsa “babushka fuck good”, all the while his hips moving back and forth, his hands went back to mauling the poor woman tits, again twisting the nipples until she cried out, her sobbing getting worse as she felt Igor’s cock thrust inside her, his moves slowing down and then, with one final thrust, he came inside her, the water running down her back and around his hips, washing the cum away as he pulled out, he stepping out of the stall and grabbed a towel to dry himself off, a satisfied smile on his face, grabbing his clothes he walked out to the main room to dress.

Carl’s eyes were locked on the woman as she just stood there, before she turned to face them, her back against the fall wall, then slowly, oh so slowly, she slid down the wall, ending up in a heap on the ground, the water swirling around her like a little lake, he nodded at Ilsa who went to the woman and helped pick her up, she whispered something to the woman who allowed herself to be lifted up, standing like a stature, shocked at what had happened, she did not even protest while Ilsa dried her off, then letting her lead her out into the room, only fighting a little when she saw Igor standing there, his eyes locked on her breasts, she mumbled something to Ilsa who cooed something in reply, speaking like a parent to scared child, she nodded and let her herself be lead back to the screens, Ilsa picking her underwear as she walked.

Once they were in the room Carl followed them out and headed to his bag, pulling out a syringe and a vial, drawing up a shot and waiting for Irina, watching as Ilsa brought her out and over to him, he cleaned arm and quickly injected her with the liquid, watching as the low level tranquilizer took hold of her, the drug, which also made people susceptible to suggestions, allowed Ilsa and Igor to make her more accepting of what had happened, and less likely to tell her husband that she had been fucked against her will in front of two strangers, before taking her downstairs to join the others., before carrying on with the rest of the nights fun activities.