Gift from the Fate

"Dimitrova, send your sol tashak to Dondukov." Vasilev concluded the meeting. "I can't find mine since morning. Have him deliver it personally!"

He handed the folder to Gabriela and closed the meeting. Then he rose heavily and grimaced from the pain in his joints. He needed to make a call on the untraceable line. Locked himself in his office, took out the special phone device from the safe, the so-called Red Line, and dialed the number.

"O-o-o, Paratrooper! What's the occasion?" The voice on the other end answered cheerfully. "You haven't called us in ages. I was starting to think you'd forgotten us."

Major Drenski had the nasty habit of being familiar, using Vasilev's old nickname. He'd have to give that bastard a lesson too, when the time came.

"Greetings!" Vasilev snapped. "Can you pick up one person from headquarters in half an hour?"

"Easy as pie, give me the target."

Drenski was a cadre from the former SPD - Security and Guard Directorate, the former communist party's wolfhounds. Ruthless, ready for anything, and largely sociopaths. After democracy befell the poor homeland, the party created programmed millionaires and programmed mafia.

Both lately tried to demonstrate emancipation. The former communists, however, had hidden aces up their sleeves, like Drenski and his squad. They were supposed to remind, in the most painful manner, that both the mafia and the new business "elite" owe everything to the communist party. Now Alexander Vasilev explained the task to Drenski. Then he put away the phone in the safe and went to Gabriela.

"Dimitrova." He knocked on the open door and, entering, closed it behind him. "Down in the parking lot, our mole in UDF has arrived. He has something juicy. We need a good smearing material right now. I want you to get it personally."

Gabriela stood, smoothed her skirt over her juicy ass, and hurried to carry out the task. She descended to the underground car park and looked around. It was completely empty. That "democrat" rat wasn't there yet. She didn't hear the quiet footsteps behind her at all.

Drenski pulled the black cloth bag over her head. His huge paw covered her mouth, and the major grabbed her and shoved her into the trunk in less than three seconds. The muffled screams of the panicked woman drowned in the street chaos of rattling trams, horns, and roaring engines.

The casual looking "Lada 1500" wasn't carrying passengers in the trunk for the first time, and it was specially insulated. Gabriela had almost suffocated when Drenski entered Bankya district and parked among the trees, in the yard of a seemingly abandoned villa.

During the scams of Masako Oya and other western adventurers, that invaded Bulgaria after the coming of the so-called democracy, the party fictitiously sold the property, and now it was nobody's, which meant practically untouchable by law.

The gypsies, marauding in the area didn't touch it, guided by their excellent instinct for personal safety. Beyond the neglected and seemingly abandoned villa was a small palace with many functions. It hosted important guests whose presence shouldn't be made public, stored party assets, both in money and illegal substances.

The villa was excellently equipped to entertain and satisfy even the most kinky whims of its guests. Remote and soundproofed, so as not to arouse unnecessary curiosity.

Drenski pulled the half-suffocated Gabriela out of the trunk and quickly brought her into the house. He sat her down decisively but without roughness. He didn't know yet what he'd have to do with her.

"A glass of water, something stronger?" He interrupted the question with a gesture. "I neither know nor would tell you anything. We'll have to wait."

The two waited. She with a feverishly working mind, he observing her with moderate curiosity. Alexander Vasilev arrived several hours later, accompanied by five more former SPD employees. He pulled up a chair and sat across from Gabriela.

He had waited the necessary time before departing the party building, then went to get something from the Military Hospital. His old friend Colonel Doctor Marinov explained:

"Top secret, Paratrooper!" He handed him the ampoules. "I don't even know exactly what's inside. Definitely something exotic! The NKVD agent in Paris grabbed it from a Gestapo apartment. It was developed at the request of some Stross*, an SS colonel."

*A hint for another story of mine, Naja Nigricollis, that cannot be published here

"She'll be conscious, right?"

"Absolutely! The opiate induces strong euphoria, as well as sexual arousal. The "patient" remains fully conscious, doesn't look drugged, just has no control over their body and stimulated sexual needs. Needless to say, no one should find out?"

Vasilev nodded, took the ampoules, and thanked him. They exchanged a few more gossip, talked about inflation, and said goodbye. Then he selected the guards and headed to Bankya.

"Ah, Dimitrova! Sorry to keep you waiting, but it would have been suspicious if we disappeared at the same time."

"Wh-what does this mean? Why did you kidnap me?!" She blurted out. "This is scandalous. Order them to release me immediately!"

"I have no intention of doing such a thing, and you'd better not raise your tone with me."

His cold, calm voice frightened her more than anything so far.

"You're here for two reasons. One is party-related, the other personal. I admit it was an oversight on our part to elevate an uncontrollable person so high. Can you imagine what we'd look like if everyone could do and say whatever and whenever they want?"

He shook his head.

"We'd become like those clowns from UDF. Splits, political deserters, internal fights. No, with us, things need to be resolved behind the scenes as much as possible. No need for the people to see our underwear... unless necessary."

"What is expected of me? To sign in blood, Faustian style?" Gabriela's beautiful lips twisted contemptuously. "To cut off my pinky? To get a tattoo?"

Vasilev chuckled:

"Nothing so drastic. The thing is, the party has something on almost everyone. Yes, yes! Even on me." He sighed resignedly. "But not on you. You were just a pawn, and it wasn't necessary. However, your dizzying rise... Yes, precisely that requires us to have some guarantee of your loyalty. If you cooperate, it might even be pleasant for you."

Shivers ran down Gabriela's back. It was very clear what he was hinting at, but he deliberately didn't say it directly, to satisfy his sadistic nature. When Boyan blackmailed her for sex, at least he left her a choice.

Now they were informing her what would happen. Vasilev, the five burly men, and the woman with them would have no problem raping her. Gabriela focused. She had to survive, for his sake!

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" She tried to make her voice sound normal. "And do I have a choice?"

"No, Dimitrova. You have no choice. Stand up, Drenski, prepare the equipment in the filming room." Gabriela stood and straightened her shoulders. "Lieutenant Granitska, undress her. And help her put on her "stage" outfit."

Vasilev said the last with a malicious smile. Gabriela closed her eyes. The woman from Vasilev's guard approached her with a tight military stride. Her expression was stern, more masculine, as were her gestures.

She removed Gabriela's jacket and hung it on the chair back, then unbuttoned her shirt, and before everyone, the woman's heavy breasts swayed freely. The guards whistled crudely, and Vasilev pulled out the ampoules and a syringe.

"Granitska." He handed them to the rough woman. "In the shoulder, one ampoule... for starters."

Fear flashed across Gabriela's face.

"Wh-what is that?! No, I don't want it!"

Before she could move, one of the men appeared behind her and grabbed her firmly. Granitska pedantically disinfected with a cotton swab Gabriela's shoulder and stuck the needle.

"Don't be afraid. It'll help you relax. It's for your own good."6

And indeed, almost immediately, a tickling warmth spread through her body. The man behind her released her, and Granitska continued undressing her. She neatly folded the shirt and placed it on the chair. Then she unbuttoned the skirt and pulled it down, revealing Gabriela's legs clad in long black stockings and her bare groin. She flushed with shame. The men made noise, and Vasilev even opened his mouth in surprise.

"Dimitrova, you surprise me! Is this how you always go? Without underwear? And at meetings, are you without panties too, maybe even like that on TV?" He leaned back. "You don't even need a stage costume. You're already in it. Who would guess our Ice Queen walks like a streetwalker. Or maybe you're secretly one?"

"Look, she's shaved between her legs!" Granitska unceremoniously stuck a finger between her legs, then spread the plump buttocks. "And smooth shaved back there too. Her anus doesn't look virgin. Should I prepare her everywhere?"

"Yes, let's not waste more time. The camera is probably ready. Dear Ms. Dimitrova, we'll film a movie with you in the lead role. If you remain a loyal party member, this work of art will stay confidential. If not... well, the video cassette will pop up on the top shelf of every neighborhood video store." Vasilev nodded to the lieutenant. "Take her."

Granitska grabbed Gabriela firmly by the arm and dragged her to the bathroom. The drug was already starting to take effect, and she stumbled. Chaos chased in her head: fear of what was coming, shame, thoughts of him, as well as perversely luscious anticipation, inflated to gigantic proportions by the injection's contents.

The two women entered the bathroom, and Granitska closed the door. Only here did she allow herself to make a grimace showing her opinion of the aroused, boar-like men. The bathroom was luxurious and spacious, with a massage table by one wall and a large tub. She helped the dazed Gabriela climb onto the table.

"Lie on your stomach and bend one leg. More, knee to your chest." Meanwhile, she filled a bag with warm water. "Relax, that way it won't hurt at least."

She pulled a V stand to the table and hung the water-filled bag on it, then attached a long hose to it and fitted a nozzle. A long tube with a ball at the end. Gabriela looked questioningly, and the other woman explained.

"I'll clean you. We don't want embarrassing scenes. Now I'll grease you with Vaseline." She took out a jar and scooped a generous amount. "Help me. Grab your buttocks and spread them. Wider! I need full access."

A month ago, Gabriela wouldn't even have thought of putting something in her ass, but Boyan changed her mind. First by force, then more and more by her own desire. His cock, fingers, or tongue passed through her now not so tight anus, and with a mix of shame, pain, and pleasure, made her cum.

Now the drug added lust, and the woman felt her groin contract, anticipating the familiar arousal. Granitska began applying the Vaseline energetically and expertly to Gabriela's brown rear opening, then started rubbing it in with massaging motions. After a minute, the lying woman was breathing heavily and occasionally moaning quietly, and the anus nestled between the two large hemispheres of her ass glistened from the greasy substance.

Granitska scooped more Vaseline, positioned her finger, and with very light pressure, let it sink into the softened by massage opening. Gabriela half-closed her eyes, and her fingers sank even deeper into her large ass. When the finger penetrated her to the end, the lieutenant began twisting it left-right, applying Vaseline everywhere on the velvety tender walls of the rectum.

She pulled out her finger to add more lubricant, then shoved it back in with two fingers. This time, the stretching of the anal ring was more noticeable, and a drop of aroused secretion crawled between Gabriela's labia. Granitska shoved Vaseline as deep as she could reach and then started twisting her fingers to loosen her as much as possible for what was coming.

She had an idea of what the aroused pigs in the next room were capable of and felt pity for the doomed woman. She allowed herself a silent sigh and freed Gabriela's rear opening, who responded with a displeased mumble. She had unconsciously started moving her pelvis in rhythm with the fingers massaging her from inside.

Granitska smeared the nozzle with Vaseline and placed it in the lying woman's anus, adjusted the angle of penetration, and inserted it all the way. Then she opened the dispenser on the water bag, and the warm liquid flowed through the tube and began filling Gabriela's intestines. She startled from the unfamiliar sensation, opened her eyes, and lifted her head.

"Wh-what are you doing to me?"

"Don't you know?" The other woman raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Enema. we want you completely clean inside. Popularly called a cleanse."

"Ah-ahh."

Gabriela had only a vague idea of the procedure invading her most intimate corners. When her rectum filled, she felt a slight pain and grimaced. Granitska reacted immediately and made her relax her bent leg and bend the other.

With the change in body position, her rectum opened and allowed the inflating water to overflow beyond. The liquid crawled through her intestines, finding its way deeper and deeper, announcing its path with a pleasant tickle that, of course, she couldn't scratch.

Gabriela whimpered and writhed. She was starting to feel filled like never before. Boyan's cock was thick, but it only reached so far. And this new invasion in her body knew no bounds!

"Turn over, wait, I'll help you. Give me your hand."

Granitska helped the other woman turn with groaning, while holding the hose in her anus. Gabriela's heavy breasts swayed, and the lieutenant noticed that their nipples had swollen with arousal.

"Lie on your back, that way more liquid can enter."

Gabriela lay on her back and through her half-closed eyelids saw how her belly had bulged from the ever-increasing amount of water in it.

"I'll help it spread better."

Granitska placed her palm on the protruding belly and began gently massaging it in circular motions. Gabriela frowned from pain at first, but then the water really started flowing even deeper into her intestines. With the relief came more pleasure, and she pressed her thighs, seeking to satisfy the lust flaring up more and more in her.

"What the hell, let's relieve her a bit," thought Granitska, spread her thighs with her free hand, and carefully touched the clitoris. Gabriela cried out and arched her body, seeking the desired touch. The other woman understood her need and easily inserted her index and middle finger into the slippery vagina, pressing the bursting clitoris with her thumb. The water was more than half flowed into Gabriela's body, and even with the belly massage, she felt inflated like a balloon.

Granitska helped her turn again, this time making her get on her elbows and knees. Her belly hung heavily downward, like a pregnant woman's. The movement was accompanied by a gurgling deep in Gabriela's intestines from the bubbling water. Her anus contracted and relaxed in attempts to expel the nozzle, and Granitska shoved it back in, while thrusting her fingers into Gabriela more furiously.

"Oh-ouhh, I c-can't t-take m-more! No... I can't..."

Granitska quickly lifted her off the table and set her to sit on the toilet, pulling out the hose plugging her ass at the last moment. A jet shot out from Gabriela's anus, splashing the porcelain, and the woman herself howled and shook in orgasm from the sudden relief.

She felt like water was gushing from her for eternity. And the relief was unearthly. Finally, Gabriela felt emptied and light, like a helium balloon. It seemed she could fly!

"Let's repeat the procedure to be sure."

Had Granitska's voice become an octave hoarser? It didn't matter. In Gabriela's mind, obsessed with depraved desires, another such procedure was welcomed. Not only did they repeat, but they did it a third time. The last time, they let the water fill Gabriela's ass very slowly.

She lay on her back with spread legs, and the other woman's tongue slid again and again over her slobbering slit. It stopped at the clitoris and greedily sucked it, nursed it, and at the last moment spat it out, moving the end away and descending downward to dig into the blossoming scarlet pussy.

When the lying woman's belly rounded for the third time, Granitska, without detaching her lips from her groin, placed her palms on the bulge and began pressing and rubbing it. Gabriela clamped her head between her thighs and began pouring into her mouth. Granitska greedily lapped everything up, with a feverish gaze. The two women resembled horny bitches. One under the drug's influence, the other from the opportunity to satisfy her concealed and restrained passion.

One woman helped the other expel the liquid she was filled with for the last time and noted satisfied that it was completely clean. Then she helped her adjust and fix her slipped stockings and put the corset back on, refreshed her makeup, and led her to one of the bedrooms.

The room was spacious, with a large bed in the middle, covered in silk sheets. Drenski had already set up a tripod with a ready professional camera. The other four men from the guard waited already naked, impatiently kneading their aroused cocks.

Vasilev was not present. The sexual act between man and woman was disgusting to him, and only he knew what it had cost him to make a child with his wife in the imposed dynastic marriage.

Homosexuality before 1989 was a fact, but it had to happen behind the screen of the happy socialist family. As a result, he became embittered. He could only get an erection imagining someone torturing his hated wife. But in the film, Dimitrova had to look happy and doing it with passion and desire. So he left the grunt work to the boars from the guard. No matter. Afterward, he'd personally have some fun.

Burning with lust like a horny bitch, the woman surveyed the scene. Her mind was still awake, as the doctor had promised, but a prisoner in her own body. She could scream, die of shame and humiliation, but the body responded on its own. As if she were a marionette on strings, pulled by some invisible perverted god of lust.

The studs in the room were all prime specimens, muscular, hairy, with arrogantly erect cocks. "Dicks," thought Gabriela, and horrified herself at the vulgarity. However, her tongue darted out and licked her lips. "Don't act like a horny slut," screamed her powerless consciousness. One of her hands caressed her breasts, and the other descended to her wet-with-arousal groin. The men bristled like dogs scenting game. "I'll do it with all of them together!" her consciousness noted in horror.

"Gabriela, can we skip the pleasantries? -- Drenski grinned familiarly. -- Get on the bed and sit facing the camera. That's right, lean against the headboard and spread your legs. Very good!

Gabriela executed everything with a tight throat. Her body wanted the gang rape to happen. She even felt faint from desire. They told her to bend her knees up and spread them, and with her hands to open her pussy. Her slobbering opening bloomed purple and spread before the camera.

Drenski zoomed in on her face. For anyone watching the film, there would be no doubt. The Gentle Face of the Party was showing herself as a low whore, and her intelligent face was the embodiment of depravity. He panned down to capture in full frame her shamelessly spread thighs with the reddening, glistening from slick fluid opening between them.

"You're doing wonderfull! Play with yourself." Gabriela didn't understand, and he explained. "Start caressing yourself. On your breasts, between your legs."

She grabbed her breasts with her hands, lifted them, and offered them before the predatory gazes of the men. From their palpable lust, the large dark circles contracted, and the nipples crowning them wrinkled and poked forward. Gabriela shook her tits as if teasing and provoking the viewers.