The Agony of Anna Hornykova

[Defilen Rekker]

Disclaimer : This story is restricted to readers aged 18+, if you're not please go away and come back when you're older!. This story is fictional, all characters are totally fictional, all events occur in a fictional universe. None of this is real! Everything is intended for satirical purposes.

This is the first in a series of stories I hope to write. The world of MOPH is an alternative version of our world. It is home to the mysterious Raptor Corp, a world-wide agency that specializes in exclusive white slavery.

(Please note I have posted this elsewhere online)

Codes: MMM+F, nc, rape, oral, anal, viol, humil, tort

The Agony of Anna Hornykova

Dubai, 2008

She strutted through the foyer of the high-class hotel, her long bronzed legs flashing. Anna Hornykova turned the head of every man in the room, and she scorned them all. Every one of those losers would do whatever she said, she thought proudly; each one would kill himself just for her to look down on him. They could look at her, but never afford her. A satisfied smile played on her luscious lips as she passed them by.

At 27 she had been retired from tennis for four years yet kept herself in perfect shape. Her outfit was a sleek white suit she had chosen for maximum flirting effect. The fashionable close-cut jacket revealed some teasing cleavage while a short and very tight skirt drew all eyes to the perfect curve of her ass. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail that bounced angrily around her head as she snapped in irritation. She was like a haughty princess in thousand-dollar heels, passing through her palace.

Her deep cold eyes glared around arrogantly. Her aristocratic and beautiful face was set hard and she radiated a contempt for the others around her. This whole business was a waste of her time, she thought. She had been on her way to a function when one of the useless idiots that she employed as an assistant had taken a phone call. Apparently one of the major sponsors, a Russian, wanted to meet Anna before she went to the big party later that night. They were waiting up in the penthouse.

"I can spare the creep five minutes", she hissed. "A photo, a handshake, then we're outta there, ok?" She pouted in irritation. "I can't be late for this charity thing, those people are annoying enough already". She led her entourage to the elevator doors.

The doors rang open and Anna stormed into the lift, turning to glare at her team. "You people stay down here. I don't want your lack of professionalism hurting this meeting. Return to the car and wait for me to call you". She jabbed the penthouse button and glowered as the doors shut. When they closed and the elevator started moving up, her people shared a knowing look between themselves. Just wait till that bitch gets what's coming to her, it seemed to say.

She arched an elegant eyebrow in boredom as the lift silently rose up to the penthouse. I hope this creep - however they are - doesn't waste my time, she thought. The function afterward would be dull enough without yet another lovestruck admirer. Men are so tiresome really, she mused, gazing vainly at her reflection in the polished steel doors. She found it no trouble to wrap them around her elegant finger, then discard them like rubbish when they bored her. She expected this meeting to be the same as many before - some rich fat Russian fool who would give her anything in exchange for a wink and a shake of her ass. Despite her slutty image, she much preferred the pleasures of her vibrator to any "dick with a wallet".

The doors rang open with a start, and she suddenly gave a small gasp of shock. A fierce-looking thug -some kind of sheep-fucking creep from the Caucasus, she thought- in a cheap suit was waiting there. Flashing a gold-toothed smile, he bowed slightly and gestured down the hall. "Yes Ms Hornykova, this way please" he said, in Russian.

She started at the leering thug's use of her native language. Trying not to look nervous, she said sternly "I'm only here to sign an autograph, understand?" You slimy southern pig, she thought. "My people are waiting for me downstairs, I have stuff to do." She felt repulsed by him. A small feeling of fear suddenly rattled her.

"Of course, miss, please, this way". She noticed his piggy eyes running over the lithe lines of her body, and she breathed deep to suppress a shudder. That's all you're gonna get, asshole, she thought. The thug led the way to a pair of elaborate double doors. He pushed one open, standing back for Anna to move through.

She'd seen plenty of expensive hotel rooms in her time, but the penthouse impressed her on first glance. A lot of money here, she thought; that was a good sign, anyway. A door opened and she turned to greet it with a beautiful smile. The smile quickly dropped and her face became a mask of terror as she recognized the man who came in.

They called him Zhestoki, a brutal gangster from Moscow who ran a huge sex slavery ring across Russia and the Middle East. She had spoken at several functions in her homeland against the ring and specifically Zhestoki himself. Now he was just a few feet in front of her. In a terrified moment of clarity she noticed the numerous prison tattoos, including the dagger through his neck symbolizing a rapist. The shock was enough that even his badly burned face, with the left side like boiled meat, did not immediately revolt her.

Anna felt a wave of utter panic overwhelm her. Her skin prickled cold and she realized she was in a very dangerous situation. But she loved adrenalin and as it kicked in, she let her pride and anger overcome her fear. Instinctively she turned to leave, but the creep from before now had a pistol pointed at her. Angrily she readied to kick his nuts - then her stomach sank as she saw a second Chechen gangster, even sleazier than the first, also enter with a gun on her. He snatched her purse - containing her phone - and lustfully stared at her with small, dark eyes.

"Good evening, Anna," Zhestoki said coldly. "The boys and I are having a party, and you are the entertainment". His jagged smile revealed a row of sharpened steel teeth.

Flushed bright red, her voice tight, Anna said "My people are downstairs, they will be up here in five minutes if I don't come down, they-"

Sudden brutal, braying laughs from the three gangsters brought her up short. Zhestoki fixed her arrogant gaze with his dead-eyed stare. "Your people sold you out, bitch. I was only able to arrange all this thanks to them. They brought you right to me and canceled your thing later. You're officially nowhere. Now they've gone, and no-one knows or cares that you're here."

She swallowed hard. Oh god, what was this nightmare? Terror was beginning to overwhelm her and she struggled hard not to show it. There was no way, she thought, that these bastards will see me scared. Her eyes blazed arrogantly. In a firm but quiet voice she said: "You can't possibly get away with keeping me here. Let me go immediately. You should just quit now and-".

The rough jab of a pistol stabbed into her back. She gave a short gasp of shock. The three men forced her into the empty center of the room. The looks in their eyes chilled her heart. What are these bastards going to do to me, she wondered.

"I'll scream-"

"The top three floors are empty, Anna," Zhestoki spat. "No-one can hear you." He laughed mirthlessly: "But you're going to make some noise anyway. We'll hear you sing, you glorified whore." She swung a fist in panic at Zhestoki's mutilated face. He easily dodged it, chuckling. The humiliation burned her almost as much as the fear.

Oh god, this is real, she thought. The fear of being kidnapped for ransom had always been there - and seeing as her usual arrogance wasn't working, she prayed she could bribe her way out. "Look, guys", she said in a small voice, "I've got a lot of money. How about you keep my purse and my cards? There's half a million there alone. And let me make a few calls now, I could get you even more." Smiling softly in her fear, her sparkling eyes met Zhestoki's steel gaze. "I'll give you everything I have, just don't hurt me."

Zhestoki took out a long cigarillo and lit it. "You look better with your hair down, whore. Take it down." Anna glared with an anger that shone through her fear - she was still the bossy princess. But there was nothing she could do, and she quickly removed the band letting her long blond hair drape over her shoulders, a few bangs across her face.

A pistol clicked. Zhestoki's voice was a cold, clear bark: "Now, strip."

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Oh god no, Anna thought. Please god, not this. "Please...please god, don't hurt me...I'll give you anything-"

"I don't want you to give me anything, Anna," Zhestoki leered with an evil little laugh. "I want to take it." Already he could feel himself growing hard - seeing the fear slowly overtaking this arrogant girl was thrilling to him. He nodded at his henchmen, who stepped right up to Anna and held their pistols a few feet from her head.

"Now, you stuck-up little cunt - take off your clothes before the boys remove them for you."

Hands shaking, she unbuttoned her jacket. A fat tear began to roll down her exquisite face, followed by another alongside. Zhestoki sat down, while the two henchmen - one behind Anna, the other beside - stood with guns drawn. She took the jacket off and let it fall to the floor, hands nervously crossed in front of her. A white sports bra just hid her ample tits. Suppressing a sob, she kept her gaze fixed on the floor.

"Keep going." oozed Zhestoki.

In fear and anger she tried to glare at Zhestoki, but his chilling gaze forced her eyes down again.

"That skirt. Now."

Anna swallowed down another sob, clenching her eyes tight to try and stop her tears. Reaching down to her side, she popped the buttons on her skirt. The cocks of the three gangsters rose almost in unison at the sound. With short, sharp jerks she awkwardly pulled the tight white skirt across her ass and down her long tanned legs, dropping it to the floor.

The skintight boyshorts she was left wearing did more to reveal her ass than hide it. Anna now stood before the thugs in only her underwear, her sleek athlete's body exposed to their perverted gaze. Her mind reeled at the humiliation. "Nice trampstamp, you slut", leered Vlad, the thug behind Anna. He landed a sharp slap on her ass as she gasped.

Zhestoki grunted to him. Vlad went across the room and took two digital video cameras. One, already on a tripod, she set up in front of her; the other he held himself. Zhestoki snarled at the humiliated girl: "I like making pornos, Anna; today you're gonna be my number one star."

"Oh jesus help me pleasssse-" Anna hunched over, covering herself as best she could. She desperately said: "Oh god, please, just let me go - I won't tell anyone - I'll give you every cent I have - I'm begging you, don't hurt me-".

Zhestoki grinned. "Show me your tits, Hornykova."

She could feel her heart pumping like a hunted animal. She had always prided herself on her sexual power - now it was being literally stripped away. Her eyes - glowing with tears and terror - flashed. She slowly pulled the bra over her head as her exposed tits bounced, then quickly brought her hands back to cover her naked chest.

"Arms at your sides, bitch!"

With a soft whimper Anna lowered her shaking arms to her sides, exposing her voluptuous tits to the full view of her violators. She closed her eyes as the tears flowed, but the horror didn't go away.

Licking his mutilated lips in satisfaction, Zhestoki drawled "Now drop your panties, Anna."

Shaking violently she sobbed "I can't, I can't, please don't do this..." Vlad flicked out a knife in a swift stroke, brought the blade up her smooth thigh and cut her panties off in one swift move. They flew off, revealing a neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair across her mound.

Anna shrieked in horror. As she turned to stop him, he swiftly grabbed her wrists and lifted them both violently up, jerking her shoulders up in a strappado fashion. Her arms erupted in pain and she gasped for breath as he bound a plastic tie around her wrists so tightly they cut into the flesh.

Zhestoki stood up and began unbuckling his belt. He drew the long leather strap out and doubled it over. Oh no, this is it, she thought; naked and degraded by three rapists, Anna suddenly realized her worst nightmare was about to come true. She prayed for a miracle, that someone would suddenly burst in and save her. Unable to hold back her terror any longer, she wailed "PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE DON'T RAPE ME-"

With a single swift strike Zhestoki whipped his belt across her tits. Anna froze for a second in utter agony, then howled as she felt the pain burn like a lash of fire. Vlad gripped her tied wrists firmly, grabbing a fistful of her soft golden hair as she thrashed backwards in anguish. She staggered on her toes, her ankles twisting, tendons tearing and increasing her suffering.

The scarred gangster cackled sadistically. "We'll have some fun with you, conceited little cunt." As his henchman held her head he kissed her deeply, swallowing her screams as he stuck his tongue down her throat. Vlad pinched and slapped her tight ass, savoring its helplessness. Watching with relish, Boris checked both the cameras had good angles of Anna's defilement, then went over to the mini-bar to prepare some drinks.

"On your knees." Zhestoki hissed the order close into her ear. Anna whimpered and painfully shook her head. Zhestoki snarled "On your knees now, fucktoy, or you get it across the tits again." Sobbing, she slowly sank down, the thug behind stepping back slightly.

As he dropped his pants Anna knew what was coming. She had never taken a dick in her mouth in her life; the idea disgusted her, let alone bowing to a man that way. But now Zhestoki's ten-inch cock dangled before her face. Cackling evilly, the gangster said "Suck this, Anna, or I'll really give you something to cry about." He grabbed her head roughly and forced his totally rigid cock into her mouth as she gagged. "All tongue and no teeth, cunt" drooled Zhestoki as he slowly but firmly skullfucked her.

Anna was dazed in horror and pain. This can't be happening to me, she thought desperately. She closed her eyes but could not block out the nightmare. She couldn't breathe, yet was filled with the need to vomit. Her senses were choked with cheap cologne and cigar smoke. A cold, detached part of her mind looped over and over again - she was being raped...the body she had toned to perfection was now being ravished by three men who would compete to make her scream the loudest.

"Pah!" With a grunt of disgust Zhestoki threw Anna back roughly on the floor. "I've had 18-year-old bitches fresh off the bus from Kiev give better head than that!" With a swift kick he delivered a vicious blow between her legs as they lay open. She cried out with a guttural yelp, writhing in blind agony as the two Chechens roughly dragged her through to the bedroom, and threw her like a sack of trash onto the bed. As they realigned the cameras Zhestoki came in, now totally naked. He leered at her.

She struggled to speak, to fight back; but the terror was too much. All arrogance was gone now. Zhestoki crawled slowly onto the bed as she cowered beside him. He grabbed both her knees, jerking them apart, and traced a hand down quickly between her legs. Two fingers jabbed roughly into the most tender part of her sex. She screamed at the violation, squealing "no, no, no, please, no" over and over in a total panic.

Her pleas were now utterly desperate. "Please," she whimpered between sobs, "this is hell." With dull horror she regarded the ten-inch cock approaching her, bigger than anything she'd ever seen. "Oh god, please...I beg you...use a condom..."

The men roared with laughter. Zhestoki spat "why bitch, you have something I might catch?". Taking a grip around her throat, he drew back and thrust his rape-rod smoothly into her snatch.

"Oh yes, now that's some sweet pussy" hissed Zhestoki as he slowly slid in. Anna tried to scream but was choked off as he throttled her neck. Her cunt was tight but yielding, softly crushed by the monster cock. The violation she felt was like nothing she had ever experienced before, as the most intimate part of her was stretched and torn. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and - her throat now released - she moaned low and long in agony.

Having sunk deep, Zhestoki began to thrust hard and steady. He gazed in satisfaction at the sweaty, broken girl he was pummeling as she grunted in time with the pounding. One of the most desired women in the world was now his plaything. Grabbing her bouncing tits he twisted and mauled them roughly as she writhed and tried to escape, howling in pain.

"Uuh fuck, she's tight boys" roared Zhestoki to his henchmen, now both drinking vodka and filming from the bedside. Growling like a beast he bit firmly into her right tit, his steel teeth leaving a deep mark. Anna shrieked and pleaded for him to stop. He began to thrust again - deeper and even more agonizing this time. Grabbing her head he kissed her deeply as she choked, driving his tongue into her almost as deep as his cock.

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Lost in a haze of agony and debasement, time had no meaning for Anna. Zhestoki's rape seemed to have gone on for hours before he finally began to thrust faster and faster, like a brutal piston, while she wailed incomprehensibly. "Fuck bitch, here I cum" he snarled loudly and cruelly as she screamed "guuuddplluuuuzz don't no no no-" but it was too late; he savored one of the best orgasms of his life as his beautiful victim lay utterly ruined, grinding his last thrusts into her as he groaned with pleasure.

As he throbbed inside her, Zhestoki took a long, satisfied look at the sweaty, broken beauty under him. The world-famous body he had watched sunbathe on a millionaires' yacht this morning was now his as do with as he pleased - and he was going to make it suffer.

Pulling out with a laugh, Zhestoki grabbed a glass of vodka from one of his henchmen. Throwing the glass back in one shot, he oozed "now that was one quality fuck!" The three men laughed cruelly. Anna instinctively curled into the fetal position, grinding her bound wrists helplessly. Her ripe tits bounced as she sobbed convulsively.

"Now boys, your turn." Both the thugs leapt to their feet and began undressing as the horrified Anna tried to slide away from them across the silk sheets. She groaned "ohgud no" over and over, her nightmare suddenly exploding into a greater horror. The thugs freed her wrists and forced her roughly onto all fours while she desperately whimpered "stop, stop..."

Boris grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and thrust his cock directly into her mouth. She made wet, choking noises and tried to pull back, but Vlad took a firm hold of her hips. Slapping her ass, he poured vodka across it and with this lubrication he then took her anal virginity, roaring with pleasure as he thrust firmly and fully into her tight, bulging ass. Her animalistic howls of agony were muffled by the mouthful of cock that was nearly choking her.

With a few sharp thrusts Boris came in her mouth and stepped back with a satisfied grunt. Anna gasped for air, her previously immaculate face now ruddy with tears, spit and cum. She gave an inhuman wail. Vlad mocked Boris for blowing so early as he grabbed a thick fistful of Anna's soft blond hair. Pulling her upright, he exposed her tits to Zhestoki, now rearmed with his belt. In time with the thrusts, he began to whip the belt across her chest as Anna screamed in total suffering. Thick red welts soon ran across her burning tits.

Finally Vlad came too, climbing out of her and off the bed. She slumped down, completely exhausted by the hours-long ordeal. Her long, quivering frame glowed with sweat and pain. She groaned softly and uncontrollably, like a broken animal, as every part of her burned in agony.

Her mind raced desperately. Get a hold of yourself, she thought. You're tougher than this. They can't break you. A small spark of her pride flared angrily. As Zhestoki came round to her side, she tried to violently kick out and knock him down. But her long, once-powerful legs betrayed her. Utterly drained, she could only feebly writhe on the bed to the amusement of her rapists. Every ounce of strength had left her, she realized in dull horror. She was helpless.

"I'm disappointed in you Anna," sneered Zhestoki. "I thought a Moscow slut like you would fight more, or at least take more punishment. The Americans have made you soft." He sat on the bed beside her, grabbing her hair roughly and pulling her face to his.

Summoning every ounce of her strength, Anna cried "bastard!" and spat in his face. Zhestoki wiped a sleeve across his face and leapt up in a rage.

"Her legs! Now!" he roared. The two henchmen each grabbed a foot - still wearing her golden high heels - and pulled Anna across the bed, opening her legs before Zhestoki. In a fury he whipped the belt down across her exposed pussy, already raw from the rape. A dozen blows rained down, with strikes across her inner thighs to spread the suffering. With no breath or energy left to scream, Anna writhed in a mindless agony, her mouth fixed open. Blinded by the unspeakable pain she had descended into a pure hell.

Zhestoki gave a curt nod to his henchmen as he took up a cigarillo and relit it. Both of them grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head up, holding it steady before their boss. Taking a deep drag on the smoke, Zhestoki slowly moved the smoldering end near to her face. Her terror-swollen eyes watched it approach.

With a sudden jab he thrust the cigarillo up her nose. The room filled with the tang of burnt hair and flesh. He left the smoke to sizzle for a few seconds as Anna froze in shock. After he pulled it out she convulsed and vomited, to the mocking laughter of her rapists. Boris splashed vodka across her lithe frame to wash it clean. With a satisfied puff on his smoke, Zhestoki grunted at his henchmen.

"Rip her apart".

Both henchmen leapt on Anna like wild animals on meat. Vlad took her from the front, squeezing her tits and thrusting fast into her savaged cunt. Boris dug his ragged fingernails deep into her sides and began a slow, pounding assrape. Impaled and ruined, Anna was now nothing but the toy of her rapists. In her mind she begged for unconsciousness, but she was left to feel everything in total clarity.

When at last both men, bellowing in lust, finally came in her Anna groaned incoherently. Vlad ran her tongue over ever inch of her, chuckling evilly. "I'd say she's about done, boss.". Zhestoki mounted her and slowly, painfully, pushed his iron-hard dick into her burning cunt. Leaning in he whispered into her ear.

"You work for me now, Anna. One of my girls. When we're done here we'll get you cleaned up and make the arrangements. I got an twisted little Saudi prince who wants you for a week at one mill a day. You're going to be my best earner." He licked away the fat tear than ran across her face. "Any troubles, the little movie we've made gets released and I slice off your pretty little mug, aright?" He laughed deeply. "Now let's get fucking, you got a lot to learn before I can properly pimp you out".

The agony of Anna Hornykova had just begun.

[billyboo]

love this so much. this is literally my first time commenting on this forum, but i had to for this story. please continue. i especially like how you include photos, helps *ahem* move things along.

[Obikenobi]

Amazing story. Can't wait to see what happens to her next.

[Defilen Rekker]

Originally Posted by Obikenobi

Amazing story. Can't wait to see what happens to her next.

Originally Posted by billyboo

love this so much. this is literally my first time commenting on this forum, but i had to for this story. please continue. i especially like how you include photos, helps *ahem* move things along.

Thank you guys! It took a few months to write. I will be starting on another story soon. I hadn't intended an immediate sequel but will be doing one now! I also have another girl lined up next

[billyboo]

man, im so looking forward to this next girl.

[Dhemius]

Great story, waiting for more