for a moment, Veronica did not realize that this applied to her, and only when the same impish voice sounded again, opened her eyes and rose on her improvised bed. The world collapsed, mad. The fire wheels of bulbs flooded overhead, the surface of the table swayed like a ship on the waves, and around, in the veil of a spicy smell of male semen beating on the nose, the faces of its tormentors inexorably loomed.

Gradually, however, the surrounding reality began to take a less phantasmagoric appearance. The fire wheels stopped and turned into the most ordinary lamps, the table also stopped walking with a shake, but along with the feeling of reality came the feeling of pain. Vika was broken both morally and physically. Devastated and depressed, she sat still, not knowing what to do. It was still God knows how long before it occurred to her to get dressed.

She slid off the table. The few steps that had to be done turned out to be a real agony for her tortured body, but from the side she must have looked very funny, for her every movement was accompanied by wild laughter. The clothes were covered with ashes, and on the bra there was a savory Harkotina. But Veronica did not see her. Wearing a bra, she long tried to fasten it with trembling hands; then, balancing on one leg, she frantically pulled on her shoes, but she mixed up her legs and eventually, having lost her balance, fell. She could not rise again. Having formed a ball, Vika turned her face to her knees and gave vent to long-held tears.

And the next day she was offered to go to customers. Vick refused outright refused. She did not beg. Everything was much simpler. In the evening, Vadik Nadvorny came to her room, the same one who had been picking the day before in her thigh with a burning cigarette; Bob's right hand. He was accompanied by two silent "lockers", a hundred centners and a half each. They pulled off the rags covering her body and, in such a form, nakedly, dragged them away, taking the ruchenki under the white, Veronica in the basement under the house. There she was laid on some kind of goat and tied tightly by the arms and legs. Real Cossack whips whistled in the air.

From the very first blow, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Vika went into a wild heart-rending cry, sobbed in her voice. The second whip whistled, the first one supported her again: Vika, as insane, crawled her bare stomach over the rough surface of the log, wriggling in attempts to avoid another blow; she begged for mercy, she swore to do everything that would be demanded of her, but the "lockers" remained deaf to her pleas and with an imperturbable air continued to do their work. Somewhere on the thirtieth stroke Vika lost consciousness. Only then she was unleashed and, roughly throwing off the goat, still naked, dragged her hair back to the room.

Putting Veronica with cancer, Vadik with his assistants slowly, with gusto, otpindyurili her in three bows. However, she, tightly screwed with ropes to a large leather chair, could not even move, move her hand or foot, somehow avoid violence, protect herself: But that was not all. This trio was followed by customers at home. They came into the room one by one, less often two by three, sank to her knees beside her and, taking advantage of her helpless state, one by one unceremoniously seized her, did everything that only their agitated fantasy could tell them. Vika did not know any rest, no respite. Sometimes she lost consciousness, but even in those moments she was not left alone for a second.

When the next day Vika was finally brought to Bob (the “audience” was held on the same table as last time), he met her most welcoming of all his arsenal of smiles.

- Well, baby, decided? - asked Bob, climbing on top of her.

So Vick began her career in the institution.

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Instead of a week, she was forced to work exactly twice as much, without taking into account, of course, the day that she survived cancer, tied to a chair. At first it was difficult, awkward and embarrassing; but gradually, with surprise for herself, Vika began to realize that this was far from the most painful way of making money. In addition, when calculating, Bob, by the way, pulled out the setter of the same Dior, for whose sake she got into this story, only twice as large and more impressive. In order to get it, to the money that Vika had already earned, it was necessary to have another five hundred wooden ones. Bob unobtrusively explained that she could get them for an extra week of work, and offered to think. Veronica thought and agreed. And when this week was over, all the girls were given awesome sets of Victoria's Secret lingerie: By the way, Vika learned what she received for her work four times less compared to what other girls would have in her place. But if she wishes to stay for a longer period, she, of course, will be paid like everyone else, according to the "kate" for the client. Plus, of course, all that she manages to tear off from the client in excess of the usual fee. For a year or two, you can provide yourself for the rest of your life.

Without finally saying either “yes” or “no”, Veronica decided to stay in the institution for a month. Then one more, more: It has been almost a year, and she never returned from her “weekly” trip out of town and, frankly, did not particularly regret it.

After sending the general out, Vika drank some coffee, took a shower, and when the door of her room opened before another client, she, still naked and wet, met him at the threshold, stunning in her beauty. A smile played on her lips. Innocent and chaste: March - August 1985 Edit: January - May 1991