The Taking of Tasha


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Rape, Coercion, Blackmail, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, Violent, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A young woman is forced into a life of submission and depravity. Once there she realized that this was the life she had always desired.

Tasha didn't really have tangible reasons for her feelings, but she still wasn't comfortable with meeting Stefan Ivonovich for coffee. After all, she had grown up with him. Stefan's mother had been the housekeeper for Tasha's family. They had attended University in Sofia together and now, five years later, she and Stefan still frequented many of the same places.

Tasha's uneasiness came from the intent looks Stefan always gave her, especially after Tasha's family had announced her engagement to her fiancé, Petre. Tasha was also apprehensive about the whispered rumors, which had started to circulate after their graduation, about how Stefan not only had been able to afford University, coming as he did from a rather poor family, but what it was that he now did, as part of the government.

When Tasha arrived at the small café, Stefan was seated at a table in the back. Tasha felt a small tremor of revulsion as she looked of him. Unlike Tasha, who was a lovely woman with long brown hair, an attractive, seductive figure and clear smooth skin, Stefan had been an unattractive child who had grown into an unattractive man. His slicked back black hair, thin bloodless lips and pale skin might even have been acceptable, except for the effect of his piercing, virtually black eyes, with their hooded eyelids. The overall maliciousness was disquieting. Tasha became even more uneasy when she realized that he sat at the table that was usually reserved for high party members or for, most notably, people affiliated with the secret police.

Stefan didn't rise as Tasha neared the table. In fact he didn't even acknowledge her arrival as he spoke with a very agitated proprietor. It really wasn't even a conversation; it was more like a reprimand of a subordinate. The only part of the conversation that she clearly heard was Stefan telling the proprietor "We are going to make sure that this doesn't happen again, aren't we, hmm?" The café owner kept his eyes down cast and meekly said "Oh yes, Comrade, I will make very sure that you are not treated so disrespectfully in the future. Please accept my humblest apologies." With a disdainful waive Stefan sent the proprietor on his way and turned to acknowledge Tasha's presence.

"Ah, Tasha my dear, so kind of you to join me this afternoon - please have a seat and forgive that poor excuse of a man for having placed this frayed table cloth where we will be having such a pleasant time." As panicky waiters scurried to serve their coffee, Stefan smiled at Tasha and asked "you probably are wondering why I would ask you for coffee, now, after all of these years? I mean, after all, even though we lived in the same house for years, we have really only been acquaintances, never friends." Taking a sip of his coffee, Stefan went on to say "So, why did I ask you for coffee? Well, I shall tell you, Tasha, darling."

Tasha felt a shiver of fear in her stomach as Stefan went on, "Tasha my dear, I have been very concerned about the well being of both you and your family ever since your engagement to that worthless, fool Petre. He is not good for you — you need a much stronger man who will treat you as you deserve and who can prevent bad things from happening."

Tasha was now truly afraid and perceived everything that Stefan said as a direct threat to her and her family. "You are much too naïve to be aware of the facts, my dear Tasha, but this can be a very cruel and uncaring world if there is not someone strong and powerful to look out for you and the ones you love. For example, errors could be made in certain documents that would indicate that your mother and father are enemies of the state. Without someone strong and powerful to prevent it, they would be taken away to prison where you father would surely be executed and your mother would be subject to daily rapes and beatings — it would be so sad." Looking at Tasha over the top of the coffee cup, Stefan went on to say "Or your sweet Auntie could be kidnapped and forced into a life of prostitution or, even worse, you darling Petre could be mercilessly attacked and murdered on the street." Lowering his cup to the table he said more forcibly "I'm sure, Tasha, you would do almost anything to prevent things like that from happening, wouldn't you, dear?"

Tasha's hands began to shake so hard that the coffee she was holding began to spill over the edge of her cup. Seeing this Stefan gave a slight smile and said, "Oh now look, I've upset you — I'm so sorry. I know that you care deeply for Petre and you family and you don't want any misfortunes to befall them. That is why I've decided to take on the responsibility of their welfare myself," Stefan said as he used his napkin to dry Tasha's trembling hands. "Let us leave now and go someplace where we can discuss our plans for your family's protection further," Stefan stated. Without asking for her agreement, Stefan stood, took Tasha's arm, and led her to his car.

As Stefan's driver pulled the car into traffic, Tasha's mind raced though her possible alternatives. Stefan, as a member of Bulgaria's secret police, could easily make good on his not so very veiled threats against Petre and her family. Tasha was also not as naïve as Stefan believed. She knew that Stefan had always desired her attentions. That was why she always made sure to keep a certain amount of distance between Stefan and herself. Apparently, especially since the announcement of her engagement, this distance was no longer acceptable to Stefan. If she rebuffed Stefan now he would most certainly make his threats reality. A deep feeling of hopelessness descended upon Tasha because she could see no choice but to accept whatever Stefan proposed.

Not a single word was spoken during the entire car ride, nor as they walked up the steps into the large house. Once inside Stefan offered Tasha a seat on the sofa in the nicely furnished living room. Stefan sat next to Tasha after she settled. Taking both of her hands in his he look intently into Tasha's eyes and said, "Welcome to your new home, my dear".

So stunned was Tasha by Stefan's pronouncement that she was utterly speechless. After a moment's pause, Stefan said, "Now, darling, I will only say this once - and I expect you to act accordingly from here on. I know you do not love me, in fact at this point you most likely despise me, but from now on you are going to become a great actress and pretend to love me — and - pretend extremely well, for everyone's sake."

Stefan went on to say "Now, my sweet Tasha, in a little bit you are going to call your parents and tell them that you have broken off your engagement with that fool you were planning to marry and that you will be moving into this house with me — as my mistress — as my lover. Of course my dear, you may let them know that once you become pregnant with our first child we will be immediately married. After all, your parents and friends will want to know that we don't plan on any little bastard children running around, hmm?"

Upon hearing, these words Tasha began to experience many strong, simultaneous emotions: Anger, dismay, shock, fear, disgust, and, much to her great self-disgust, a swiftly increasing sensation of desire. This sensation of desire — this erotic sensitivity - caused Tasha's panic to rapidly increase and almost overcome her.

How could she be feeling desire? She hated Stefan. She loved Petre. Stefan had threatened her family. Petre was sweet, kind and good. Stefan had told her that he was going to force her to have sex with him. Petre had insisted on waiting to make love, until last week, after they had announced their engagement. Petre: who sat at her feet and read her beautiful love poems. Stefan: who planned to impregnate her! Her family: who had always treated her as their little princess? Stefan: who would treat her as a slut and a whore? How could she sit here, with down cast eyes, and allow him to say such things? How could these words turn the single butterfly that, she now admitted to herself, had been fluttering around in her womb ever since she had first sat down in the café with Stefan, into a swirling flock? How dare her body rebel against her conscious wishes by causing her to become aroused — by causing her nipples to harden and by causing such a hot wetness between her legs?

Aware of the effect his words were having on her, Stefan said "But before you make your call, my dearest Tasha, I think there is something else we need to do first, don't you?" He put one hand around Tasha's slender waist and the other hand around her shoulders, pulled her close, and deeply kissed her lips.

Tasha couldn't understand why she couldn't gain enough control over herself to fight or even to resist. Instead, she allowed Stefan's lips to cover hers and for Stefan's tongue to invade her mouth. Even when Stefan's hand moved upward from her waist to caress her breasts she could manage no resistance other than a feeble attempt to move her breast from beneath his greedy fingers. Stephan felt her nipples stiffen even more under his touch. Never breaking his kiss, he caressed and fondled both breasts until he could feel Tasha's body tense in complete awakening. As he moved the attention of his lips to Tasha's throat, he moved his hand between Tasha's knees and slowly caressed her nylon-encased thigh until his hand came to rest on her silk clad sex.

"No" Tasha screamed within the confines of her own mind. "Why aren't I stopping him? Why am I letting myself feel these things?" Even though she stridently willed herself to resist, all that Tasha was able to produce was a slight moan that sounded, even to her own ears, like a passionate response.

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