THIS IS NOT BASED ON AN REAL BRATVA:

It had been a long shift and Anya was glad it was over. She had worked hard to become a cop and loved the job despite the sexual harassment. Anya knew that she was hot, being tall with long legs, a firm ass and amazing tits. In uniform she was stunning. She turned down all advances from colleagues, both male and female, which led some to say she needed to be taught to appreciate cock. Anya didn't care. She didn't have time for a man, nor even find one she wanted. She only masturbated to dark, twisted fantasies where she was subdued, used and forced to serve. Often patrolling solo she regularly chose the evening shift as it allowed her to sleep late. She planned to enjoy her upcoming week off, reading and relaxing. As Anya turned down a side street behind her home she saw a man behaving in a suspicious manner by a car. Planning to arrest him she decided against calling for backup and walked down the lane and towards the man. Older than she expected she noted he was very, very attractive. She ignored the throb of her cunt and pulled her gun, ordering him to step back. He looked up and smiled then Anya felt a sharp prick in her neck as everything went dark.

Waking up it took her only moments to realize she was naked, legs chained wide apart, with her feet barely touching the floor. Her arms were chained to a pipe above head. Trying not panic she observed over a dozen men a few yards away. Scruffy but strong, they looked distinctly Russian or at least East European... and they deferred to the attractive man she'd seen at the car!! Anya pulled against the chains as one of the men approached her. It was the leader, the oh so sexy one. In his accented voice he informed her she was there as compensation for an arrest earlier that week. Arrogantly demanding he let her go he just laughed in her face and shook his head saying "No, I think I might even keep you" Which he obviously hadn't said. She must have been hit her on the head when she passed out. Then he introduced himself like everything was normal. "I'm Maksim Volkov, Anya" he said. She looked at him in horror. The Volkov family were bratva, Russian mafia!! This wasn't good. Maksim laughed again "Good. You know who I am then" Anya cringed as he extended his hand but, instead of the expected tit grab he thrust his hand between her legs. "What? Not wet yet?" he smirked. He reached behind his back and grabbed her club and began to rub it against her. Anya kept screaming for him to stop as he rubbed her clit. She could feel herself getting wet, her juices starting to flow. He instantly noticed and removed the club, instead shoving two, then three, then four large fingers inside her now well lubricated cunt. That stretch was nothing compared to the burn as he proceeded to force his entire fist inside, though truthfully she was so soaked his passage was relatively easy. Her muscles involuntarily spasmed and she knew she was almost there. As she trembled he slammed into her again and again before returning the club to her cunt but this time he shoved it several inches inside her. He slowly began to fuck her with it, her cunt muscles trying to hold it in each time it withdrew. Each thrust was deeper and slower than the last. Now when he thrust her hips moved, chasing the club, trying to keep it in her needy cunt. Her juices ran down her thighs as he smirked and increased the tempo and Anya moaned and trembled as her cunt dripped. She was right on the edge when he stopped thrusting, leaving her gaping and empty, spasms of pleasure still rippling thru her. As she hung there Maksim shrugged off his jacket and shirt then stepped out of his jeans and boxers. Anya drooled. His muscles were from hard work, not a gym and he looked so big and strong and hard and his tatts were absolutely stunning. With that thought she dropped her eyes to his cock.... and smiled. It was massive. She knew it'd feel like he was ripping her in half but OMG it would be totally worth it. She knew now why he'd used the club and his fist to prepare the way. Before she had a chance to look up Maksim was upon her. Due to him being so tall he just lifted her up and put her on his cock. She was so wet he slid in easily despite his size but it still hurt like hell. Like a knife in the guts... or rather a cock. She giggled at the thought then screamed as he dropped her the rest of the way as he bottomed out in one thrust. She'd never felt anything like it before and suddenly understood what her friend meant when she said her latest man made her 'cock crazy'. Anya knew she'd do anything he wanted just to have him use her holes. One of the other men began to pull hard at her nipples with his fingers, pinching and twisting them cruelly, causing Anya to writhe on Maksim's cock. Her nipples were harder than they'd ever been, so tight they were painful. Other hands were spreading her ass cheeks before a finger brutally shoved inside, then a second and third as they stretched her virgin asshole. Then with a pop they were removed but a second later she felt a cock force itself in. The fingers felt so big, but were tiny compared to this cock that impaled her. With Maksim driving in from the front, an unknown man using her ass, her tits being twisted and bitten hard she couldn't control herself. With a scream Anya felt herself cumming so hard she literally saw stars. Then a hand pinched her clit and another orgasm rolled thru her, and a third. And still they drove into her. By the sixth orgasm she didn't even know or care who was fucking her. It was just one hard cock after another. Men using her as they saw fit. Men filling her holes, using her for their own pleasure, taking whatever they wanted with no thought for her. It was a heaven that she never expected to experience. She wondered how many of these men kept women to use whenever and however they wanted. She would beg to be one of them. To serve and be used by the men of the Volkov Bratva, but most especially Maksim Volkov....

Anya was jerked back to reality by the glint of silver she saw at her side. The man cruelly abusing her nipples reached for a large needle and pushed it through her left nipple. Anya wailed against the gag of her wadded panties as he pushed the needle first through her left nipple, then the right before inserting large, gold rings. She looked down at her nipples, hard and pierced and loved the look. Knowing it meant the bratva had marked her as their property made her cunt wetter than ever, juices coating her inner thighs, puddling on the floor beneath her. He yanked on her rings so hard she thought he'd tear them right out and it made her drip more. Anyas eyes followed the mans hands while another stretched her sopping cunt with his fist, while another shoved his thick cock into her now not so tight ass. Anya orgasmed and fluids soaked the mans fist. By this time all the men were touching her, hurting her, stretching her ass as she was flooded with cum. She was only empty for a moment before the next man drove his even thicker cock inside her cum soaked as as another man drove his into her needy cunt. Somebody released her arms. She was pushed to her knees and another cock was pushed in her mouth. She could feel it choking her breathing as her throat was filled and a knife flash in front of her eyes. It was an unnecessary warning. This was better than her fantasy. She knew her cunt would be constantly wet from the toys that would fill her when no cock was available. All Anya could do was wonder if having a massive cock was a Russian thing, or a Volkov thing. And pray this never ended. She had no idea....

She didn't know that she would be used and filled, plugged and stretched by creatures beyond her imagination, with cocks and toys she hadn't even dreamed off (Pt. 2 soon)