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Your grandmother had always warned you to keep away from Yuri Ismaylov.
According to her, he would (actually did) sell out his brother for a single ruble, his line of work (if it could even be called that) was too dangerous, and he was always undressing the girls in Kyrzan with his eyes. It would be best for everyone if you just kept out of his hair.
Your grandmother - who had raised you ever since you were three and your parents had passed away - was a formidable woman, so you were quick to do as she said. You kept your eyes forward every time you saw him skulking about the ballet academy before and after class, you kept your chit chat limited to the weather at the black market, and you gave the old abandoned church he operated out of an incredibly wide berth whenever you could.
It worked, until one day it didn’t.
In hindsight, you shouldn’t have put your tea down as you were looking at some fruit to take home, but you did. You set it down, looked away for a second, and then picked it back up to take a sip. You had no reason to think anything was wrong. After all, who would be so bold as to slip something into someone’s drink in public?
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You initially thought you were in your bed at home when you woke up.
Your head pounded, your mouth felt dry, and your eyes didn’t want to work properly. You could feel that you were on a bed, covered under a blanket that smelled like your laundry soap at home. You could feel that save for your shoes and socks, you were still in your clothes, but something was incredibly off.
This didn’t smell like home.
The air was stale, old and dusty. There was also a perpetual draft coming from somewhere, causing you to burrow even deeper under your blanket… your blanket that felt strangely itchy.
You didn’t have anything less than the smoothest blankets on your bed, and your grandmother knew it.
Something was wrong.
This wasn’t home.
Your vision had started to stabilize, and as you gave sitting up a try, you saw crates everywhere; crates that had American goods in them: Levis, weapons, medication, sweets. In the mess of crates, you noticed a few faded icons on the walls and a candle stand tucked in the corner.
You had a sinking realization that was mixed with a healthy dose of confusion. If you weren’t at home, that meant you were stuck at -
“I see my little bird is finally awake!”
Yuri Ismaylov stepped into the room, looking rather proud of himself as he loomed over your bedside. He had taken his hat and gloves off, and when he bent down to pinch your cheeks, you flinched at how calloused and cold his hands were.
How did you get here? Did your grandmother know you were missing? Did anyone notice you were missing? What was Yuri going to do to you? Would he kill you, or did he just want something from you before letting you go? If he was willing to drug you to bring you here -
“I thought I was never going to get you to come here with me! That grandmother of yours keeps you under lock and key, yes?” he asked, his wheezing laugh leaving you both annoyed and on edge. You wanted so badly to push him off you and run away, but Yuri was incredibly unpredictable. You’d seen his sleazy charm turn to unbridled rage at the drop of a hat, and you’d vowed to yourself that you would never be on the receiving end of it.
Also, you had no clue where your shoes and socks were, and you couldn’t chance getting frostbite.
He stared down at you, and he had to have seen the uncertainty on your face, because he was suddenly fussing over you. He patted your head and wrapped the blanket around you more securely, muttering to himself in a manner that was not unlike your grandmother.
“Poor thing, you must be so cold,” he cooed. “Yuri will warm you up, though, so don’t you worry…” He looked you up and down, and the way his eyes stopped at your small chest, your neck, and went down and down your body had you feeling like a piece of meat. You almost curled in on yourself and snapped at him to leave you be, but you couldn’t will yourself to open your mouth and say the words. No one had looked at you this way before, and you hated to admit it, but it was intriguing... even if it was Yuri Ismaylov doing the looking.
Though you were nervous, you wanted to see where this was going.
His inspection of you came to an end once he got to your legs, and finally, he smiled as he reached for his belt and unbuckled it.
“And this looks like the perfect place to start,” he almost whispered as he pulled down his pants and underwear and exposed his erect cock.
You sat frozen, like a deer that had caught the eye of one of the brown bears that lived in the nearby forest. Sure, you were twenty - a grown woman - but sex was something you’d never tried before. Your grandmother wanted to keep you pure for marriage, so sex was only something that remained tucked away in those American and West European romance novels the black market occasionally had... until now.
Was he going to have sex with you? Did you want to have sex with him?
What did you want to do? You were so confused, both from whatever he put in your tea, how fast this was going, and how conflicted you were feeling about all of this.
He fully uncovered your bare feet from under the blanket, and as he gingerly gripped your ankles and lifted them up - causing you to tip onto your back with a soft yelp - you noticed that your toenails were painted a baby pink when they had been bare earlier today. The implications had you biting your lip and averting your gaze. When he brought you here, while you slept, did he paint your nails?
The thought confused you… and excited you.
He spent a moment admiring your feet, softly rubbing your sole up and down with a single finger. Your foot trembled at the ticklish sensation, but you didn't pull away. The care and attention towards them was unexpected and a little strange (none of the novels had anything like this in them), but you found that you didn’t hate it. It stirred something inside of you, something you hardly ever let yourself indulge in due to the constant presence of your grandmother. It was like molten lava deep inside of you, and you hesitantly turned your gaze back to Yuri, softly sucking in a breath as he gave your toes the same treatment.
He ran his fingertip underneath them, and you found yourself sucking back a mixture of a moan and a laugh. It tickled, so much so that you reflexively wiggled them. This seemed to delight him, because when he looked up at you, his gaze intensified.
"You're giving me bedroom eyes, little bird," he murmured, bringing your left foot up to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on your arch.
The action made you gasp, and you flexed your foot as his facial hair tickled your sensitive skin worse than his fingertip did. He repeated the action, adding his tongue to the mix, and you brought your hand to your mouth to muffle the moan that barely escaped your lips. The sensation was like nothing you'd ever felt before, and it had your pussy throbbing and panties getting wet.
“You can’t hide from Yuri,” he said with his trademark sleazy smile, bringing your other foot up to rub against his cock.
He started to kiss and lick up and down your foot, pausing to gently nip at your toes, rutting himself against your other foot. The warmth of his mouth, the scraping of his teeth, the wetness of his tongue, and scratchiness of his facial hair against your foot left you confusedly aroused. On the one hand, it was your foot. On the other hand, the perverse and submissive feelings it brought from you was incredibly intoxicating. It tickled so badly, but it also felt incredibly good. It wasn’t long until you were softly moaning, reaching underneath your skirt and long underwear to start touching yourself, wanting to intensify the pleasure
“Good little bird,” Yuri warmly praised, rubbing his face against your foot. “Touch yourself for me.”
You obeyed, softly rubbing your clitoris in a tight circle as he grabbed your right foot and rubbed the head of his leaking cock along your toes. You smiled as he sloppily kissed up and down your sole, squealing when he bit your heel. Almost as if he were apologizing, he gave your foot one last kiss before switching them.
Now, he was humping your spit soaked left foot while sucking on the toes of your right foot. You could tell he was getting close, given how his eyes were tightly shut and his thrusts became incredibly erratic. You were close as well, and as he suckled on your pinky toe, you could feel that molten lava building up in your lower abdomen. The build up grew greater and greater until it suddenly erupted, fireworks painting your vision as your pussy clenched around nothing and you let out a loud, shaky moan.
Seeing this wanton display from you sent Yuri over the edge, and he hastily brought your right foot down to his cock. With one last thrust, he painted your feet with his cum, paying special attention to make sure he got it all over your toes.
You both took a moment to catch your breath, and you were quick to notice that he made no move to clean your feet. You tried to get up and find a cloth, but you were pushed back down. Yuri pulled the blanket up higher over you and exposed your entire lower body, smiling as he began to pull your skirt up. Your eyes were wide, your stomach twisting as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties.
“Silly little bird! Yuri needs to warm the rest of you up, too!” he said with a laugh.