The music was blasting with a heavy, pumping bass line. Melissa threw her head back and howled as she danced with her two friends, Roxi and Linda. It was Friday night, she was flunking her classes, and she couldn't give less of a damn. Daddy could just cut the profs a check and her "F"s would turn to "A"s. Her only concern was flicking her skirt just right to catch enough light and make enough shadows, to shake her chest just enough to make her boobs shift without bouncing. Her blond hair was cut just short enough to shift as she danced without getting in her way, her arms flying up at just the right moments to emphasize her curves. Dancing was an art, and she was Picasso. The club had just recently opened up, called Troika. So far, she loved it. The music was fast and loud, the drinks were cheap, and the guys weren't too pushy.

After dancing for over an hour straight, she pointed at the bar and gestured to her friends, asking if they needed drinks. The shook their heads, so she stepped back and left the other two dancing. Smiling to the boys as she passed, her high heels moving confidently despite how sore they were, she moved up to the bar, her lithe frame slipping between two other men. She immediately caught the bartender's eye and motioned for him with a finger, requesting a sex on the beach. Fruity, yet alcoholic! Slipping a five into the bartender's hand, she turned and immediately bumped into the largest man she'd ever seen. He was six five to her five five frame, and seemed to be nothing but muscle. As she bumped into him, her drink splashed back onto her top, spilling all of it down her silver blouse and black skirt. 

Unable to control herself, she screamed out, "You fucking idiot, you ruined my outfit! You dumb fucking lowlife, don't you know any better?"

Her entire life, anything she wanted had been handed to her on a platter. She wanted a car, it was hers. She wanted a boy, it was hers. She couldn't stand the thought that this man had ruined her evening. His silence as he stared down at her was even more infuriating! His neck and hands, all that was visible under the suit, were covered in tattoos, and he seemed familiar. Oh crap.. this was the bouncer!

Still entirely silent, not even trying to be heard over the music, he pointed at her and then pointed at a door almost entirely hidden along the back wall. The message was pretty clear. She guessed she was about to be kicked out of the club. Damn it. She had liked this place, too!

She dug up her dignity and held her head high as she moved to the door, not even bothering to see if the mountain of a man was behind her. She guessed that he was. She tried to catch the eye of her friends as she went, but they were too oblivious to their dancing to even notice. She opened the solid door herself, surprised by how thick it was, and stepped through. She turned and watched the other man enter, gesturing to two other men she hadn't seen before to stand on either side of the door before he closed it behind him.

It was like he had turned off a switch. Suddenly, the music was no more than a subtle vibration on the walls. Before she had a chance to speak, he drew himself to his full, impressive height and growled, "You not polite. This is not appreciated."

"Yeah, well I don't appreciate being covered in drink, so I guess we're even!"

She was somewhat cowed by this powerful man, but he wouldn't dare touch her. Not knowing who her father was.. one of the most powerful architects in town and with his hands in all kinds of other businesses from politics to restaurants.

"Miss Fiorentino, you not understand position here. You need be taught respect, and respect you will be taught."

He knew her name! Then he did know who she was! This gave her new confidence. "Please, not by you, dumbass. You couldn't teach me to count to three!  You obviously know who my father is! He'll have your ass in jail for ten years if you even think of touching me, you bastard!"

Before he could respond, a sharp rattling sounded on the door as someone knocked on it. With a sigh, the large man looked at Melissa. "You can not get anywhere. There are two men on other side of door. Try to escape and they will stop you. You would not like that."

Not waiting for her response, he turned and opened the door, the music blasting while he greeted a small man in a black suit on the other side of it before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Pacing the walls, Melissa cursed to herself. The room had very little that could help her escape. An old, stained mattress. A bookshelf missing both books and shelves. Cement walls and floor. Damn it! They would stop her, would they? She wouldn't like it, would she? Fuck them. She was untouchable!

She eyed the handle of the door and saw that it wasn't lockable. Just a basic door. Smiling, she steeled her nerves and slammed the door open, racing out of it as the music slammed onto her once again. She made it about two steps before an arm made of pure steel grabbed her around the waist and threw her physically back into the room, causing her to land on the dirty mattress. Squealing in outrage, she moved to get up but in motion the two men closed the door behind them and pinned her to the mattress, her arms and legs held akimbo, rendering her helpless.

She spat like a hellcat, squirming and cussing. "You fuckers, you're dead. You're dead men. How DARE you touch me with your lowbrow hands, you fuckers!"

She managed to work herself exhausted before the door opened once again, this time with no music behind it, and the shadow of the large man fell on her.

"Try to escape?"

"Yeah boss," the man on her right responded. "No one noticed."

"Good. Now, you and me talk again, yes?"

He made no motion for her to be released, and she was too tired to fight.

"Talk about you letting me go, asshole?"

"No, talk about respect. You still not learn. Have phone call for you to listen to." He pulled a cell phone out of his breast pocket and flipped it open, the numbers being dialed clearly heard over the speaker phone. All she could do was moan and squirm as she heard the number of her father. He would fix this! But if so, why would they call him? She was confused..

"Hello?" answered the sleep-riddled voice of her father.

"Daddy!" she screamed out before the man on her left clamped his hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off almost all her air.

"Sweetheart? What is it? Who is this?"

"You still owe us money, da?" the large man asked.

"O-oh my God.. you.. my daughter?"

"Da. She will be payment, returned tomorrow. She must be taught respect first. No police, and you no have debt any longer. Now you tell her she do as we say and she be safe."

There was a moment of hesitation on the line, as the silence sank heavily on Melissa. This was her daddy! He would save her!

"S-sweetie.. uhm.. you.. you need to d-do.. oh God.. do what they tell you and you'll be safe. You'll be safe."

The big man flipped off the phone to the sound of her father sobbing. "Daddy!" she cried out. He had sold her out? For a debt??

"My name is Ivan. You need to know this. Need to know I am made in Russian mob, after jail for ten years. I was due reward for jail time, and here you give yourself to me so easy. Your father owes much money. You will not be saved. Your father no lie, though. You do as said and night will pass and you go home tomorrow, knowing more about respect. Club is closed and friends are gone. You are to be here tonight."

Nodding at the two men holding Melissa down, he waved and the men began working in unison to remove her clothing as she fought. Her blouse they simply ripped off through the bikini straps. The skirt they managed to work down her kicking legs along with her heels. These were all tossed in the corner as she was left in just her white lace thong, picked to stand out in case she happened to flash anyone accidentally. She had always had complete control in relationships. Men saw what she wanted them to see, got as close to her as she wanted them to, and she had never, ever given her virginity to any of them. Hell, none of them had ever seen her entirely naked. Her panties had always been an effective, if skimpy, line of defense.

Now, however, they were ripped off as if they were never there, tossed aside like garbage, leaving her naked and shivering on the floor, held down by two  men as another took in her body.

She had always kept in excellent shape, tennis and jogging ensuring a sculpted physique. She was well proportioned with lightly tanned skin. Her breasts were modest at 34Bs, her hips swelled gently, and her stomach was flat with a hint of muscle under the taut skin. She kept herself trimmed but not shaved, and the light mound of blond hair was all that was left to keep her entire body from being exposed. Shame overcoming her, she turned her head away, not wanting to look.

A hand reached down and tugged at her jaw, forcing her to look up at the ceiling, the Russian mobster Ivan looking down at her, sheer malice in his eyes. "No, you look. You learn. You no hide. Tonight you learn respect. Learn to give and take pleasure. Oh, yes, there will be pleasure for you."

Pleasure? From this monster raping her? Oh, God no.. Not a chance! "W-Wait!" she cried out. "You said you wouldn't hurt me if I did what you said. B-but, I'm a virgin. You rape me, it'll hurt me, and make you a liar!" It was pathetic logic, but it was her last defense. She was out muscled and seriously outnumbered. 

"You want like that? You want me no hurt?"

She nodded, sobbing.

"Very well, she is yours first, boys. They will hurt you, not me."

She screamed as he turned and closed the door behind him, leaving her with the two men.

The wasted no time as the man on her left twisted to sit on her chest, pinning her upper body and arms to the filthy mattress. She sobbed and screamed, kicking wildly as the other man got up and quickly lowered his pants, revealing a thick shaft that was already ready to perform. It was the first penis she'd ever seen in person, and it belonged to a random thug. He easily grabbed her legs as she kicked, spreading them wide through sheer force and sliding between her legs. She bucked her hips, but she was now entirely helpless as he shoved forward, his first push shoving in her skin painfully, making her scream out. She was dry as a bone, and they were not going to be gentle. He stabbed again and again against her tight hole, grunting, until finally one shove got lucky and he tore through her hymen with one easy push, causing her to squeal in pain as she was penetrated for the first time, feeling the pressure and pain of her muscles being spread apart, being filled by this terrible man.

Held as she was, all she could do was sob and lay there as she took it, thrust after thrust. Lubrication from blood and his precum began to build, making the pain slightly less, but she felt violated and abused like never before as he had his way with her finally, grunting and moaning almost silently as she felt his cock pulse deep inside her. He had cum in her, the bastard!!

Not a word was spared as he got up and carefully took the position of his partner, straddling her chest so that his still hard, cum covered cock was inched from her chin. The other man removed his pants and took over where the other left off, shoving deep into her easily and roughly, fucking her as if she wasn't even there, just a hole to be used. Mercifully, he didn't last long and came in her before pulling back out. He didn't even put on his pants before turning and opening the door.

Melissa had been used terribly and was too weak to even fight. She just lay on the mattress sobbing as the cum leaked out of her.

He approched her and kneeled down, talking softly, his finger sliding under her nose as he talked. "Shhh, it's alright little one. You will live. Now the hurting is done and we can teach. You learn first lesson, yes?"

She nodded, breathing deeply as she sobbed, a strange smell rising from his finger. As he held it there and she breathed, her mind became foggy and some of her pain disappeared. "Yes, breathing helps. Feel better now. Time to go to apartment."

Lifting her over his shoulder, still nude, he left the small room and took her into the deserted club where a janitor was cleaning up from the night's partying. He paid no attention to the sobbing, drugged girl. Ivan led them to a spiral staircase and went up. Melissa noticed that the guards didn't follow. At the top was a steel, bolted door. They stepped through it and Ivan closed it behind them, the click of locks ringing out through the air. 

"You are dirty. You must be clean." Nodding to himself, he took her through the little studio apartment to where a free standing shower was set up. Melissa's head was spinning pleasantly at this point, her pleasure circuits firing off like never before from the drug cocktail she had inhaled, and she was easy to handle as Ivan cuffed her hands to the shower head, preventing escape. Turning the water to hot, careful not to let it get too hot, he let her soak under it for a few minutes. "Da, is better." 

Removing her cuffs from the shower, he toweled her off and let her step out of the shower on her own. "Now, you will look around. Windows are barred, door is solid and locked. You will not escape here. You will not fight back. Give in and night will be over soon, da?"

Drugged and beaten, the fight gone out of her, Melissa nodded and sagged against Ivan. He was right. The apartment was too well protected.

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Guiding her by a handful of her hair, Ivan took Melissa's naked and bruised body and led it to his bed.. this time, the mattress was cleaned and made with fresh sheets. It was far better than the stained mattress from before. He sat her down on it gently, and slid another finger under her nose, which she breathed in numbly. Her entire body was beginning to tingle, to burn with a kind of itch, and she pressed her thighs together in response to that as she stood before the Russian. He removed his clothing in swift movements, revealing his hard, muscled, tattooed body. Her eyes widened.. she didn't realize muscles could even bulge like that. His touch was gentle as he pressed on her shoulder, guiding her lightly down to the bed. His intent was not to hurt this time..

He slid onto the bed with her, mouth pressing onto her sensitive breasts, her nipples, teasing her skin to a warm fire of desire.. inside her drugged mind, she wondered why she was reacting like this to him. She should be repulsed, but it was like her body was thinking for itself now. She felt herself opening, moist, ready..

He sensed it too, the smell of her heat filling the air, as he spread her legs and gently pressed his thick, firm member against her sore opening and gently.. very gently.. slid past her lips, the third cock to ever do so, and easily pressed into her, a gentle, pleasing pressure as her muscles parted, taking his cock eagerly as they were designed to, and she felt him fill her.

"You will ask to come. You will learn to polite. To ask. To accept and not fight. That will be lesson tonight." He nodded as he pressed in further and she moaned despite herself.

She wasn't going to ask for anything, she thought softly, resignedly. That much she could.. ah, that was so good.. that much she could resist..

Her hands slid over his bare shoulders of their own accord, her nails sliding along his skin as her legs began to tighten around him. The powerful drug and aphrodesiac gave her little choice as her breathing sped up, her heart pounding, slick juices pouring out of her inexperienced entrance. It didn't take long before her eyes were rolling into her head, her mind spinning..

She was about to ask.. to beg even!! when there was a loud smash toward the door and she rolled her head to see several men in black, armored suits pour through. Ivan was out of her instantly, but a club to his face brought him to the floor, blood pouring from his nose, before he could ever get close to his gun. She lay there numbly, confused, as two female officers moved to her, covering her naked and lustful body with a sheet. An officer moved up tod Ivan, punching him and kicking his helpless body. Inside, Melissa got a thrill of seeing Ivan get abused. She was led out of the den of horror and downstairs, through the club and to a waiting car.

Her parents had saved her.. her father hadn't given in. The cops had been aware of the club's front and were able to figure out where Melissa was being kept. They had caught Ivan in the act, and as they debriefed her they swore that he would never be free again.. That he and his goons would be locked up for years and years and years.

She fell asleep at home that afternoon with dreams of Ivan being brutalized by that one, young cop. They shifted, though.. her dreams went to how she had felt, how she had felt so sexual, so purely energy.. how she had been about to give in. That, finally, was what woke her up in a cold sweat.

The next Friday night, she called her friends and said she wanted to go out again. They were opposed to the idea, as were her parents. She wasn't ready. She should be home and safe and cared for. She didn't care, though. She wasn't going to let that Russian asshole ruin her life! So she put on a short skirt and almost see-through red blouse and went out to another club, her old favorite before she had ever tried Troika. The Troika had been shut down after her abduction and would probably never reopen.

She danced well into the night, and around 1:30 in the morning she was beginning to tire. She was sure she had blisters on her feet and her heels were beginning to dig in painfully. Her friends had left an hour before, making her promise she would get a cab home. There were few people left in the club as last call had been announced five minutes before. Melissa turned around to go and walked right into Ivan's broad chest. With the pinch of a needle in her neck, she lost consciousness.