A Brief History of How I Pay My Debts
Title: A Debt Paid in Full: An Elaborate Tale of Russian Indenture
The harsh winter winds howled through the narrow, dilapidated streets of Moscow, as Tanya trudged home from her soul-crushing office job at a corporate megacorp. Her meager paycheck was barely enough to keep the wolf from the door, let alone allow her the occasional indulgence she so scarcely deserved. With no family to speak of and a depressing lack of amorous prospects, Tanya’s life was one of grim austerity.
Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the alleyway, and before Tanya could react, a gloved hand clamped over her mouth. Panic gripped her, but she quickly realized this was no mere robber or street thug. The man’s deep, accented voice calmly instructed her in Russian: “Hush, little blossom. You’re in no danger. I merely wish to discuss a proposition with you.”
Tanya nodded nervously, and the hand released her. She found herself face to face with a striking man, swathed in a long, black trench coat and a fedora pulled low over his eyes. He studied her intently, his gaze sharp as a falcon’s.
“My name is Ivan,” he said. “I’m what you might call… a loan shark. I lend money to those in desperate need, and in return, they agree to certain… services.”
Tanya’s eyes widened. “Services? What kind of services?”
Ivan opened his coat to reveal a leather-bound ledger. “Take a look, my dear. I’ve been watching you for some time, and I believe you desperately require my aid. I can provide you with enough cash to settle your debts and then some. All it requires is your… cooperation.”
Tanya hesitated, but the thought of being free of her crushing monetary obligations proved too tempting. She took the ledger and flipped it open to the last page. There, in Ivan’s bold, angular handwriting, was her name, with a sum next to it that nearly made her swoon.
She looked up at Ivan, her heart hammering in her chest. “What… what would I have to do?”
The corners of Ivan’s mouth twitched in a wicked smile. “Ah, Tanya… you’ll find out soon enough.”
And so, a deal was struck, and the next day, a wad of crisp rubles was delivered to Tanya’s door. That night, Ivan called her, his voice dripping with anticipation. “It’s time for you to begin repaying your debt, Tanya.”
He guided her to a seedy basement casino deep in the heart of Moscow. There, surrounded by the smoke and neon of the gambling den, he introduced her to his companions: a rough-looking brute named Sasha, and a high-cheekboned beauty called Yelena.
The night passed in a blur of spilled drinks, wisecracks, and garish dreams realized on the greasy green felt of the blackjack table. As the sun began to peek through the grimy windows, Sasha dragged Tanya into a back room, where two other rouged-and-rumpled women awaited her.
“On your knees, Tanya,” Sasha commanded. “Time to start earning your keep.”
And so Tanya did as she was told, sinking to her knees before a croupier’s rack of chips. She opened her mouth, her inhibitions lowered by a glass of cheap vodka, and began to swallow the glittering discs, one by one, their metallic taste bitter on her tongue.
Yelena chuckled as she filmed the degrading spectacle on her smartphone. “That’s it, you filthy slut. Get ’em all down your throat.”
Tanya did as she was told, her jaw and neck aching as the chips all but choked her. Eventually, the rack was empty, spent. Sasha threw back her head and laughed. “Look at this greedy whore, Yelena! Get a shot of her chip-filled throat! Let’s make a little Russian art film while we’re at it!”
And so Tanya spent the next week fulfilling ever more degrading tasks, fulfilling some perverseAssignment from Ivan and his cohorts. She waited on her knees as patrons of the casino pissed into her mouth, their hot, foamy urine dribbling down her chin and onto her bare, flat chest. She became the casino’s new “chipping girl”, servicing the unfortunate losers and the wealthy winners alike, gagging and gnawing their cocks until their loads splattered her face and hair.
There was no dignity in this work, only the savage, animal ecstasy of complete submission. Tanya lost herself in it, increasingly transfixed by the curve of Sasha’s predatory smile and the sway of Yelena’s hips. Every night promised new degradations and shameful delights.
Finally, on the seventh and seventh night, as the casino shuttered its lights, Ivan called Tanya to him and studied her with cold eyes. She knelt before him, her clothes tattered and stained, her hair a wild mane. “Your debt is paid, Tanya,” he said at last. “You are free.”
Tanya looked up at him, tears streaking her chip-stained cheeks. “I… I don’t want to be free,” she whispered. “I want to stay with you. With all of you.”
Ivan smiled cruelly and patted her cheek. “As you wish, Tanya. Welcome to the family.”
And so Tanya remained a denizen of the casino, a degraded denizen of the den of sin and pleasure. She vowed never again to be shackled by the chains of monetary debt. Now and forever, she was slave to a different sort of bondage, one that sang in her blood and made her etching moisten, caged in body and soul.
The end.
