She was obviously upset and Pyotr felt a good hard fuck would help them both.

Without thinking he grabbed her, flipped her over the back of the armchair and shoved 3 fingers in her cunt. She screamed and struggled as he drove his thick cock in her now wet hole and he repeatedly slammed in hard, using her tits as leverage to pull her back onto his cock. That's all it took for her deprived cunt to gush. She convulsed and gushed again while whimpering and crying. He grew even harder. He wrapped his arm around her throat, controlling her breathing (and the noise) as he pulled out, moving to her ass. He plunged his length inside while pulling and twisting her nipples. She pushed back, forcing him deeper as she clenched down on his thickness.

Pyotr's cock felt so good in her holes he knew he'd never let her get away, that he'd take her for himself and fuck all her holes whenever he wanted, even if he had to keep her chained to a bed for the rest of her life.

Consequences be damned!! She'd cum on his cock every time he used her holes or he'd whip her cunt until she did. In fact she'd soon cum just from thinking about his thick cock hurting her, about her holes stretched, about plugs training her ass to take his fist, about....

FUCK!! He really needed to rein in his imagination before he started a war, a war he'd lose. Pain was only enjoyable when he was the one inflicting it and he had no desire for first-hand feel of his brothers depravity. Years ago he'd seen the state of the body of a friend after he'd made the fatal error of fucking a cocksleeve Max was using. It had made even his stomach churn, still did in fact.

Izz didn't notice he'd lost himself in fantasy, didn’t even seem to notice when he got up and walked away. Yeah, something was definitely wrong

Pyotr was glad to leave and have a few drinks with a friend, and even more so when he heard a new rumour, that a hit had gone wrong, of rumoured reprisals. He was doubly on guard as he returned to his car. It really was stupid of him to come here without his security team but dreaming about taking Izz had fucked with his commonsense. Moscow was a deadly place to live for bratva men these days and he was usually much more careful. Fortunately his luck held that night.

Returning to his house he made his travel arrangements then chose the partially trained fuckmeat he'd use till his flight time. Partially trained was all that was quickly available but was better than nothing. She was delivered in a travel cage, meaning all three of her holes were easy accessible without getting her out. Her mouth was held open with a spider gag and drool ran down her chin. A metal bar under her belly kept her ass raised uncomfortably high, impaling both her holes onto the steel cocks welded to the cage wall. Her generous tits were mostly encased in silicone suction devices that milked them brutally hard, squeezing and pulling rhythmically to force lactation for those who wanted a hucow cocksleeve.

Pyotr adjusted the setting on the app, watching as the device increased its power, compressing the tit flesh till she screamed. His cock reacted to those screams as he increased the power further, suctioning the entire tit. The cunt howled as best she could as her cunt juice dribbled down her thighs with each pulse. His cock shoved down her throat silenced most of her noise. He took out his frustration at not getting Izz on her flesh. As he kept his cock deep in her throat he ignored her frantic attempts to breathe until she went limp.

Pulling out he walked around the cage. Dropping the back down freed her holes for use. Reaching into a drawer he extracted an expandable plug and pushed it part way into her ass, leaving the widest point in her ring. It quickly expanded as he kept his finger on the button and her hole stretched and stretched, finally starting to bleed as the skin gave way. He kept expanding it till he was rock hard. Forcing his cock into her now incredibly tight cunt took a bit of effort. Her ass was so full, her cunt compressed so small that he almost came just from the pressure but instead he moved the tit milking speed to maximum. The fresh flow of cunt juice allowed him to go deeper into her slick hole. With each pulse of the machine she howled in agony and grew wetter, with each expansion of the plug in her ass her cunt grew tighter. He could feel it throb against his cock through the thin layer of flesh separating her holes. Her blood felt warm as it trickled onto his balls and the coppery scent made him even harder. He knew this was a one way ticket now. As he slammed into her hole he reached forward and ripped the suction cup of one tit. Blood dripped to the floor as he crushed it in one of his big strong hands, literally hearing the muscles tear as he wrenched. It nearly pushed him to the edge but it wasn't till he was choking her that he filled her cunt with cum.

Pulling out he grimaced at the mess on the floor before noticing it was time to leave. After a quick clean-up in the bathroom he called one of his men to dispose of the cocksleeve and clean up the mess.

His security team took him straight to the family plane at a private airport but before he boarded all hell broke loose. He was shoved to the ground as bullets tore through the air, the meaty thud of them impacting flesh telling him his guards were going down despite the return fire. He pulled a Twilight from a dead hand and opened fire. It was more of a sniper rifle than a close combat weapon but the whole family kept a few around. The 50calibre bullets wreaked havoc, destroying everything they hit and in this instance turned the tide rapidly.

Within a few minutes there was silence except for the sound of sirens approaching. Not taking chances, Pyotr crawled behind the car before standing, finger on the trigger. Nothing moved. A quick check of the corpses showed what he expected, a mermaid tatt and plenty of barbed wire. He knew only one family that employed nonces at this level.

He returned to the car and left, leaving the bloodbath behind. Speeding to the Pakhans house he knew something was wrong. The gates were open and there was no sign of guards. Fearing the worst he cautiously approached. It was eerily quiet. More bodies lay in the entry hall, blood spattered everywhere. As he searched he didn't find the one body he feared most. There was no sign of Izz. Equally, there was no sign of his brother but he find their son in his pyjamas, wrapped in a blanket, laying peacefully asleep in the hidden exit passage leading to the garage. As he carried him inside men started to appear, some family, some allies, but all in a state of shock. This kind of hit hadn't happened to a bratva as powerful as the Volkov's for years. Handing over the boy to a servant he recognised, he searched for Izz till he knew it was hopeless, then longer till he was near a state of collapse