The Taking of Tasha

The Taking of Tasha
Copyright© 2008 by Safe_Bet


Tasha didn’t really have tangible reasons for her feelings, but she still wasn’t comfortable with meeting Stefan Ivonovich for coffee. After all, they grew up together and she knew what he was like. Stefan’s mother had been the housekeeper for Tasha’s family. Tasha and Stefan had attended University in Sofia together and now, five years later, she and Stefan still frequented many of the same places.


Tasha’s uneasiness partly came from the intent looks Stefan always gave her. Intense looks, which had only intensifying since Tasha’s family had announced her engagement to her boyfriend, Petre. She was also apprehensive about the whispered gossip, which had started to circulate after their graduation. Rumors about how Stefan not only had been able to afford University, coming as he did from a rather poor family, but what it was that he now did, as part of the government.


When Tasha arrived at the small caf?Stefan was sitting at a table in the back. Tasha felt a small tremor of revulsion as she looked of him. Unlike Tasha, who was a lovely woman with long brown hair, an attractive, seductive figure and clear smooth skin, Stefan had been an unappealing child who had grown into an unattractive man. His slicked back black hair, thin bloodless lips and pale skin might even have been acceptable, except for the effect of his piercing, virtually black eyes, with their hooded eyelids. The overall impression was of maliciousness.


Tasha became even more uneasy when she realized that he sat at the table that was reserved for high party members or for, most notably, people affiliated with the secret police.


Stefan didn’t rise as Tasha neared the table. In fact, he didn’t even acknowledge her until she had stood silently next to the table for several moments. Stefan finally deemed her worthy of his attention and said, “Ah, Tasha my dear, so kind of you to join me. Please, have a seat.”


As panicky waiters scurried about, Stefan smiled at Tasha and asked, “You’re probably wondering why I’d ask you to join me for coffee after all of these years, aren’t you? After all, we were only acquaintances and not friends even though we lived in the same house.


Stefan went on, “Tasha my dear, the reason I’ve asked you here is because I’ve been very concerned about the well-being of both you and your family ever since your engagement to that worthless fool Petre. He’s not good for you, Tasha. You need a much stronger man who will treat you as you deserve and who can prevent bad things from happening.


You’re much too na? to be aware of the facts, my dear, but this can be a very cruel and uncaring world if there isn’t someone strong and powerful to look out for you and the ones you love. For example, an error in certain documents that would indicate that your mother and father are enemies of the state. Without someone with the connections to prevent it, they would be taken away to prison where you father would surely be executed and your mother would be subject to daily rapes and beatings. That would be so sad.”


Looking at Tasha over the top of the coffee cup, Stefan went on. “Or your sweet Auntie could be kidnapped and forced into a life of prostitution. Worse yet, your darling Petre could be mercilessly attacked and murdered on the street.”


Lowering his cup to the table, he said more forcibly “I’m sure, Tasha, you would do almost anything to prevent things like that from happening, wouldn’t you, dear?”


As she sat there too scared to utter a sound, Tasha’s hands began to shake so hard that the coffee she was holding began to spill over the edge of her cup.


Seeing this Stefan gave a slight smile and said, “Oh now look, I’ve upset you. I’m so sorry. I know that you care deeply for Petre and your family and you don’t want any misfortunes to befall them. That’s why I’ve decided to take on the responsibility of their welfare myself.” Stefan stopped for a moment to dry Tasha’s trembling hands with napkin before continuing. “Let’s go someplace more private where we can discuss our plans for your family’s protection further.” Without asking for her agreement, Stefan stood, took Tasha’s arm, and led her to his car.


As Stefan’s driver pulled the car into traffic, Tasha’s mind raced through her possible alternatives. Stefan, as a member of Bulgaria’s secret police, could easily make good on his not so very veiled threats against Petre and her family. She knew that Stefan had always desired her attentions. That was why she always made sure to keep a certain amount of distance between Stefan and herself. Apparently, especially since the announcement of her engagement, this distance was no longer acceptable. If she rebuffed Stefan now he would most certainly make his threats reality. A deep feeling of hopelessness descended upon Tasha because she could see no choice but to accept whatever Stefan proposed.


Not a single word was spoken during the entire car ride, nor as they walked up the steps into the large house. Once inside Stefan told Tasha to sit on the sofa. Stefan sat next to her after she settled. Taking both of her hands in his he look intently into Tasha’s eyes and said, “Welcome to your new home, my dear”.


After a moment’s pause, Stefan said, “Now, darling, I’ll only say this once and I expect you to act accordingly from here on. I know you do not love me. In fact, at this point I imagine you despise me. From now on you’re going to become a great actress and pretend to love me. For everyone’s say you’ll do it very well.


Now, my dear, in a little bit you’re going to call your parents and tell them that you’ve broken off your engagement with that fool you were planning to marry and that you’ll be moving in with me as my lover. Of course, you can let them know that once you’re pregnant with our first child we’ll be immediately married. Your parents and friends will want to know that we don’t plan on any little bastard children running around, hmm?”


Upon hearing these words Tasha began to experience many strong, simultaneous emotions: anger, dismay, shock, fear, loathing, and, much to her great self-disgust, a swiftly increasing sensation of arousal. That erotic desire alone caused her panic to spiral out of control and threaten to overwhelm her.


How could she be getting aroused, she wondered. Stefan was despicable and she hated him. He’d threatened her family and Petre. Kind, sweet Petre who she loved and read beautiful poems to her. Her mind struggled to comprehend Stefan’s plans of impregnating her. Petre had insisted on waiting to make love, until last week, after they had announced their engagement. She thought of Petre who sat at her feet and read her beautiful love poems and then of Stefan who planned to impregnate her! Finally she thought of her family who had always treated her as their little princess and then again of Stefan who would treat her as a slut and a whore?


How can I just sit here, with down cast eyes, and allow him to say such things, she wondered. Why could these words turn the single butterfly that, she now admitted to herself, had been fluttering around in her womb ever since she had first sat down in the caf?ith Stefan, into a swirling flock? How dare her body rebel against her and turn her nipples so hard even as a hot wetness pooled between her legs?


Aware of the effect his words were having on her, Stefan said “However, before you make your call, I think there’s something else we need to do first, don’t you?” as he pulled her close and deeply kissed her.


Tasha couldn’t understand why she couldn’t gain enough control over herself to fight or even to resist. Instead, she allowed his lips to cover hers and for Stefan’s tongue to invade her mouth. Even when Stefan’s hand moved upward from her waist to caress her breasts she could manage no resistance other than a feeble attempt to move her breast from beneath his greedy, groping fingers.


Stephan felt her nipples stiffen even more under his touch. Never breaking his kiss, he caressed and fondled both breasts until he could feel Tasha’s body tense in complete awakening. As he shifted his attention to Tasha’s throat, he moved his hand between Tasha’s knees and slowly caressed her thigh until his hand came to rest on her silk clad sex.


Her mind screamed at her to make him stop. She struggled to understand why his touch inflamed her so. Scattered thoughts told her to resist but she only managed a slight moan. Too late she realized it sounded like a passionate response.


Perhaps it was Tasha’s moan or it may have been Stefan’s years of unrequited desire breaking forth, but the hands that had been gently caressing Tasha’s body suddenly grasped the front of her frilly white blouse and savage ripped it open. Stefan’s eyes filled with lust as he stared at her full, round breasts sheathed in the sheer, lacy material of her bra.


With a crazed gleam in his eyes, Stefan pushed Tasha’s bra roughly aside exposing the smoothness of her luscious breasts, crowned with their hard pink nipples. No longer in control of his actions, Stefan buried his face between Tasha’s breasts and began to kiss and roughly squeeze them with both hands.