Lives of Others, Sex, Gangs, Business in Eastern Europe
Copyright© 2026 by L Anderson
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - An ambitious woman from Poland tries to break into the sex, gangs and businesses of Serbia in Eastern Europe. She is taught hard lessons along the way by the men who use and abuse her. She is forced to serve them as their sex slave, but she wants more. She will do anything to get ahead and others know that.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Orgy Cream Pie First Facial Oral Sex 2nd POV
Karl’s life was becoming complicated. First Basia wanted to be involved in his business. She wanted an office and to oversee current projects. Karl tried to explain this was not possible.
“If you want it to happen, it will happen.” Said Basia.
She was relentless in pursuit of this. She saw Karl as her way to get to the top of Belgrade business and society. She would make sure he would do as he was told. He knew how to control men. She pushed him nearly every day to make her his assistant and delegate authority to her. Karl would try to deflect her scheme but to no avail.
After two weeks of this she told Karl, “If you ever want me to suck your cock again and left you fuck me, you must do this otherwise I will leave and find a real man who knows how to conduct business in Belgrade.”
This enraged Karl; To have a woman order him around like he was an office boy. He controlled his temper. Basia could still see he was angry and tried a softer approach.
“We should go to one of your seaside resorts for a weekend. I will please you in every way a woman can please a man. Afterward, I know you will see the wisdom in allowing me to help you run your business.” She purred.
Karl managed to smile but inside was seething. He began to realize that Basia as not an asset but was becoming a problem. This became clearer a few days later when he was setting up a meeting with the Serbian powerbroker Dragna to discuss one Karl’s projects.
“Karl, my friend, come anytime you like, but do not bring that Polish Cunt with you.” Dragna said.
“She has been contacting some of the people involved with the project saying she is now acting as your assistant.” He continued.
“I know this is not true, you must deal with her.”
Karl said nothing for a moment on the telephone.
“Would you like my advice?” asked Dragna. “Then come over to my office this afternoon and we can come up with a solution to the Basia problem.”
After he hung up, he got a text message from his wife Amber telling him she and their daughter Emma would be in Belgrade tomorrow. This was not welcome news. Karl had deliberately tried to keep them in the United States while he lived his life in Serbia. He knew this angered Amber, but he no longer cared. She had become a stranger to him. She constantly complained about his business and how little time he spent with her and their daughter.
Karl came to believe Amber had turned Emma against him. As she grew into a teenager she had become willful and bitchy, often yelling at Karl over trivial things. Each episode made Karl dislike them both more. Now they were coming to Belgrade at a bad time. He would discuss this situation with Dragna as well.
The next day Amber and Emma arrived and checked into one of Karl’s hotels. They left their luggage in the lobby and went directly to their separate rooms. Amber was just entering her hotel room when suddenly something was thrown over her head. Hands grabbed her and she felt the jab of a hypodermic needle in her left arm then everything was black.
She opened her eyes to see bright lights in the ceiling above her. She felt strange like she was not present in her own body. She realized that she was naked and sitting in a sort of wheelchair. She turned her head to the left and saw her daughter Emma also naked sitting in another chair. Her eyes were closed. Beyond Emma, Amber could see her husband naked on another chair. His eyes open. A shadow blocked the light from above and Amber saw the silhouette of a woman standing over her.
“It’s about time you woke up. We have a lot of work to do. I know you feel strange. We have given you something to relax and make you more suggestible and cooperative. We did the same to your daughter and husband. This afternoon we will be bringing you family closer together. This is a good thing, yes.” said the woman.
Amber weakly nodded her head.
“I’m glad to agree, Amber. Please get out of the chair and stand next to it.” The woman ordered her.
Amber rose out of her chair. Now she could see the woman, who was wearing blue surgical scrubs. They were in a large white room, lit by concealed ceiling lights. There was a surgical feel to the room. Two other women, also in scrubs, were standing by a door nearby. The woman speaking to Amber was of middle height, slim with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had a thin face with prominent cheekbones and a sharp nose. The women by the door looked nearly the same but they were a bit heavier.
Behind the woman, on the floor, was a mattress covered by a white fitted sheet. There were some cabinets against one wall, otherwise the room was empty. The woman walked around Amber to stand near Emma and Karl. She told them to stand up, which they did.
“American families are different from Serbian families. They do not know each other as well. They do not take an interest in each other and they do not work to support one another. We are going to help you gain such skills this afternoon. Sounds good, yes.” She concluded.
All three of the members of the family nodded.
“Karl, go stand on the mattress and you as well, Emma. Facing each other.” she said.
They did as they were told and were now on the mattress about three feet apart.
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