Ms Virtue: A Bold Beauty (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

Chapter 3

Vladimir Volkov strode up the dark, dirty stairwell. The abandoned turn of the century store had two floors above the ground floor retail space. Vlad and his team took up residence on the second floor, mostly because it had the only working bathroom. It was divided in two, both open storage rooms. The stairs came up into the back room.

He smiled upon entry, spotting the two men left behind to guard their treasure. And what a treasure! Jenny Michaels, Miranda King, and Baylee Lloyd were bound spread-eagle against the brick wall. Naked. Three of the most beautiful American celebrities. Their lives of privilege and luxury over. Now they were sex slaves. Fuck meat for their new masters.

Alexei Popov was sucking on Jenny’s tits, while masturbating her into la la land. The tall, blue-eyed blonde hostess of a top rated weekly NFL show writhed and cried out in pleasure. Her sweat-shiny body looked so amazing at that moment. Vlad understood why she was Alexei’s favorite.

Yuri Pasternak had a lip lock on Baylee, open-mouth kissing the gorgeous dark-haired, dark-eyed super model, even as he thrust into her sweet pussy. Baylee was Vlad’s favorite, too. Of the three, the sexy super model was the most turned on by her captivity. Her new master would really enjoy her.

Miranda wasn’t staring at him for once, her blue eyes locked on Irina. The newest hot girl added to their stash of beautiful women. The blonde, former Country music star turned pop star shook her head, tears flowing. It reminded him that Irina was a member of Miranda’s celebrity hot chick squad.

He glanced back. Lev Zavrazin was next behind him, with Ivanka Volkov leading Irina on leash and collar, and Leonid Minsky bringing up the rear. Vlad smiled at his daughter - blonde, blue-eyed, and gorgeous like her super heroine, now sex slave, mother. But she had his vicious streak.

Daddy’s little girl, as the Americans would say, he thought.

“Miranda!” Irina cried. “What the hell?”

Ivanka pulled the tall, naked A-list actress in close, and planted a fierce kiss on her. The blonde fondled Irina’s generous tits, pinching, twisting, and pulling on her erect nipples. Then she led her over to her friend. Miranda just stared at her newly captured friend, shaking her head. Then Ivanka press Irina up against the pop star.

“Kiss her,” Ivanka demanded in her faint Russian accent. “Kiss. Her. Or I will hurt you both very badly.”

The two friends looked at each other with sad eyes, tilted their heads, and kissed. Vlad watched as his fierce daughter forced them to make out until they started feeling it, getting into it. Ivanka fondled them both, and even rubbed their increasingly wet pussies until first Irina, than Miranda, climaxed.

“Aaaggh!” Irina cried.

The brunette collapsed to her knees, while Ivanka concentrated on Miranda’s hot, sopping wet pussy. The gorgeous blonde bucked and writhe, before her back bowed, an incredulous look on her face, and she screamed her pleasure.

“Aaaggh!”

Ivanka grabbed Irina’s hair, dragged her up between Miranda’s wide-spread legs, and forced her to eat her friend out. It only took a few minutes to push Miranda over the top again. And then again. Then Ivanka forced Irina to eat her out, while she made out hot and heavy with Miranda.

“Ooooh,” Ivanka finally sighed, her insides erupting in divine bliss. “You make such good lesbian fuck toys.”

Once Ivanka finished humiliating them, Lev took the actress by the collar and led her to the prepared spot on the other side of Baylee. Leonid helped him by locking Irina’s wrists and ankles into the cuffs while he held her spread-eagle against the wall. The actress barely even struggled, looking defeated and exhausted.

“It was a good day,” Vlad said. “The beautiful Irina Hoffman, the world’s Ultra Woman, barely put up a fight. Just surrendered. What a joke.”

“True, father, but she is the prettiest of them all,” Ivanka said, coming up to hug him. He turned to the four bound and miserable celebrities. “We came here just to kidnap the four of you. We were commissioned by billionaires around the world who wish to add you to their collections, their harems.”

“Relax and don’t worry,” Ivanka added. Her smirk was so cruel. “There’s nothing you can do about your fate. It is sealed. You will live and die as sex slaves. Accept it.”

“Special orders for special women,” Lev said, looking their naked beauty over with hungry eyes.

“Aaaggh,” Baylee cried out, body quivering like crazy with her forced climax.

“Some are more special than others,” Yuri said, pulling his hand from her pussy. Her love juices dripped off his fingers, which he licked off. “Mmm, subjugation tastes good on you, Miss Lloyd.”

The Russians all laughed. Then Vlad’s phone rang. He pulled it out of his back pocket and looked to see who the caller was, and sucked in a breath.

“Quiet,” he snapped in Russian. “It’s Maxim.”

He tapped answer, then put it on speaker.

“Hello, boss. We just returned with Irina Hoffman,” he said.

“Excellent. How did her capture go?”

“Just as planned. Ivanka, Lev, Leonid, and I went dressed up in super villain costumes, and snatched her right off the stage while she was speaking to her legions of fanboys. As planned, they all thought it part of the show, so we were long gone with Miss Hoffman before they knew anything was amiss.”

“Excellent,” Maxim said. “I know you were planning to return to Russia tomorrow, but I received another commission. Another special order of a celebrity coming to Nexxus City.”

The Russian kidnappers all looked at each other. None of them looked happy.

“Who is our target?”

“I’ve never heard of her, but she’s something of a big TV star. An actress,” the boss said. “Her name is Ariana Merlot.”

“Like the wine?” Ivanka asked.

“I’m sure it is a stage name,” Maxim said. “I’m looking at a photo of her now. Very young. Very beautiful. Our client refers to her as a sex kitten.”

“Soon, she will be his sex kitten, boss,” Vlad said.

“Excellent,” Maxim said. “I will e-mail you everything I have on her. Including her schedule in Nexxus City. Let me know as soon as you secure her. I will send a plane for you and your merchandise.”

“It will be done, Maxim,” Vlad said, while his team all smiled and nodded. “And soon all of our lovelies will be kneeling before their masters.”

“Where they belong,” Ivanka said under her breath, blue eyes narrowing as she glared at Baylee.