I returned home completely devastated, broken and angry. The war and the four-year captivity did their disastrous cause. Everything was remembered as a nightmare, especially captivity. Eternal hunger, torture, humiliation and hopeless hard work. In short, slavery. “You are slaves,” the militant commander used to say, selling us on the market and ohazhivaya lash. “If you work well, you will eat a lot!”

Alas, Lyalka did not wait, jumped into marriage. She buried me four years ago when the notice came. When she saw me standing on the threshold with a bouquet of flowers and smiling foolishly, she turned pale as death and slowly began to settle ...

I stayed with them until the evening, she and my husband accepted me well. And by night I quietly and quietly left ...

After some time I came to a good girl, her name was Nina.

Time flew by. I did not ask about her life. And she, in turn, did not climb into mine. We lived in perfect harmony. The impression was that it was an idyll.

It was, however, not a very pleasant trifle: in bed, Nina tried to play the first violin and was at times cruel. It was as if she was pleased to do something more painful during our lovemaking. But I did not pay attention to it. The first violins don't go with me too much. I know how to wring ...

One day her friend had a party - at the dacha. When I saw this building, which was issued for the cottage, the only thing that came to mind - the castle. However, I was on the drum.

A couple of Mordovorts on guard didn't scare me either. Not such seen. But the ladies were impressed: two black-haired, painted necks and one, apparently the hostess, arrogant blonde is not the first freshness with an icy, heavy look, from which breathed grave, but not femininity.

Nina introduced us. The ice hostess was called Alla. This name has always annoyed me. I honestly do not remember the names of others. Painfully, they were wise and cast something Scandinavian and did not fit in with the appearance. We are located on the extensive terrace in wicker chairs. A couple of doers with a hunted look waited at the table. I noticed that the girls turn to them with deliberate humiliation. Immediately I remembered slavery. But I tried to drive these thoughts away ...

The girls laughed and looked at each other meaningfully, and I, unaware of it, happily blinked at the evening sun, swallowing cognac. Naturally, I didn’t even think that there was clonidine in it ...

The last thing I remember is: some strange, bad look of the hostess in my direction, and for some reason the lowered eyes of my Ninka ...

I woke up suspended from chains to a low ceiling. It was probably a basement. Feet rope, which were attached to a small machine. “Stretching,” I smirked to myself. This we also passed. I was absolutely naked, except for the pathetic likeness of black leather panties with a small zipper and some kind of rubbish in the form of a mask on the face.

In trouble. Well and a bitch you, Ninochka!

- What, slave, came to his senses?

In the chairs sat, like inquisitors, these same three semi-nude mymras, in leather and latex. Nina was dressed in the same way, but was kneeling - next to them. Her neck was enclosed in a "strict" collar. Behind the ladies, like two mythical executioners, stood two black men in black swimming trunks and caps (apparently, they were the very Mordovoroty), and four frail guys were huddled in the corner from fear of the servants.

The girls sipped cognac and smiled haughtily. Before them stood a small table with a simple torture tool.

- What is silent, slave? Or language swallowed from fear? - The blond curvy smirked and pulled Ninka to her hair. - Darling, you said he was a man-flint!

- Hear, you fucking! These are not toys anymore, ”I said, slowly boiling over. - You are too far gone. Trouble will be.

- Bitch! - one of the dark-haired ones stirred up. - Who do you call a whore, slave?

She jumped up and grabbed the whip from the iron tray.

- Do not! - shouted Nina. She tried to break free, but Alla’s steel fingers didn’t let her out.

The skin burned from the blow. All the pain of the captivity endured in four years has boiled inside me. I already went through this.

- What, do not like? Be respectful of the ladies, and then there will be no punishment. Got it, bastard? But you still get a little lesson!

And she started chilling me with a whip.

- Wait, - Alla stopped her, rising. In her hands she twirled a metal stack. - Give and I will look at this man.

Nina tried to get up and block her way, but the third girl grabbed her by the strap that tugged at her neck, and slightly strangled her.

- What are you, Ninotchka, playing backwards? That, we look, you from the gentleman absolutely lost a head. “And she shook it hard.” - You yourself brought him here. What did you expect at all?

Meanwhile, Alla with all the dope poked my stack under the rib. I gritted my teeth.

- What do you like? Maybe you have an orgasm? - And she again and again did the same with frenzy.

I could not bear it anymore.

Roaring, not so much from pain as from humiliation, I rushed out of the chains. Rings, of course, could not stand. After all, they were not made by professionals of torture cases, it was immediately apparent. Spring on the socks, I pushed off and immediately made a sharp turn in the air, back flips over my back.

The bindings failed and broke, freeing the ropes. I tore off the mask from the face and took up a fighting position. I was ready for anything.

- Well, now you fucked up, bitches! SWAT come!

The girls stared at me in confusion. Alla first found the gift of speech:

- Come on, boys!

But there were no ambals: they probably imagined what it was to wake the special forces! The girls were scared to watch.

- And now let's have a frolic!

At such moments something finds on me. I act as taught. I act like a wound up machine.

On the other hand, they were still women, albeit bastards, of course. And I listened to my inner voice, which persistently whispered to me: “This is the enemy — kill him!” Having huddled together, they looked at me with hateful eyes, fear was only in Nina’s eyes.

One creature darted towards me with tongs at the ready. At first I was confused by such boldness, but when the teeth bit into the body, I besieged it with a sharp blow to the face. The girl flew off, dropping the tongs.

I grabbed her hair:

- What, kurvy, wanted to play slaves and mistress? I will show you now what a slave is. On your own skin you will experience what our guys are experiencing, who shed their blood for you in hot spots and in Muslim captivity!

And I punched her again.

And suddenly I felt: something dark is now ripening in my psyche. And I decided to check.

- Come here! - I beckoned to Alla.

She came up. She probably did not expect such cowardice and betrayal from her guards. She was shaking with fear ... and my erection was undeniable! This is how human biology works.

I grabbed her hair and bent down to my knees ...

I have never had such a sweet sperm release in my life. I finished it right on the face whitened with fear, and then with force began to whip her cock on the lips. She whined and howled: “Don't, Anton! Stop it! Blood appeared on her lips, and this blood completely intoxicated my mind. "Soak this bitch now!" - I whispered manically. - Soak it!

I continued to jerk with my right hand, although I had already finished. From time to time I released her from a member, hoping to fumble something heavy behind my back - so that a bitch would be on the skull, on the skull! To brains splashed! ...

The guards still realized it. Together with the slaves who stood at a distance, and emboldened mistresses, they all amused me. Finally, a cry came to my mind. One of the guards shouted into my left ear:

- Man, calm down, huh? Please, go away! That was a joke, you know! The theater is so sadomaso, you know! Fantasy that is.

Nina’s voice beat into her other ear.

- Anton, my good, calm down! I did not want to hear. This Zhenya hit me: since he was in captivity, his slavery would be a thrill, come on, let's say, try it! Well, let go of Alla, I beg you, let go ...

Slowly, slowly, I was returning to the real world.

Nina shouted:

- Guys, give scissors!

With dull glass eyes I saw someone deftly shoving her scissors. She hastily began to cut Alla's hair - right at the root, as they were deeply wrapped around my fist in two turns. Alla drew a rounded bald patch on her head. She, shocked and freed, began to crawl away from my knees - slowly, loudly whining and smearing blood with sperm across the face.

- Oh, quick to hot water! - muttered Nina.

And she, without releasing my hand with Alla’s doll-blond hair, led to the faucet. A jet of hot water struck my fingers, but the white knuckles remained dead - my fingers seemed to be jammed, they did not unclench.

The guards brought ammonia, I took a deep breath, and after a few minutes I finally came to my senses. Fingers unclenched. Nina gently freed them from Alla’s cut mane. The guards poured half a glass of vodka, I drank. Then another half a cup. They put me among themselves, and everyone tried to calm me down as best he could:

- Nothing, bro, it's all over, calm down ... You do not blame anyone here, okay? It's just that everyone earns their money, as they can ... You know, life is like this ... And why were you, in nature, in captivity?

I nodded silently.

They sighed, poured another half a cup.

- Come on, bro, for you! To be alive and well! We ordered a car, now it will take you to Moscow ...

Indeed, after two minutes the car was at the gate "Teremka". The guards politely escorted me. Nina hesitantly trailed behind.

- Sorry, Anton, I did not want ...

I slammed the door in front of her nose, the car started off. I never saw Nina again.