The party was not very successful. Instead of having fun, we spent the whole evening discussing, a series of crimes swept over the past two weeks in our area. The discussion flared up in proportion to the alcohol consumed.

Strange attacks on women stirred all present. Feeling that my head was beginning to grow heavy, I began to get home, without reacting, to the offer of one of my friends to walk home. The mood was at zero, and there was no desire to listen to the next confession.

Gentle caressing night, shrouded my shoulders. I wandered right on the roadway, holding my sandals in my hands. The stars seemed to be tangled in my hair, and the caressing breeze kissed my bare shoulders.

Rare at this time the car slipped past obdavaya hot stinking spirit.

- Girl, you far?

A beautiful car stopped near me, the driver, leaning over the seat, opened the door for me. It was still far to go, and the driver looked so cute that I without thinking twice called the address. He offered to take me, to which I gladly agreed. All the way, he poured jokes and said compliments, my bad mood evaporated like smoke and, having approached my house, we were already good friends.

“Maybe we'll drink a glass of brandy, suggested by my new acquaintance,“ I have a bottle in the glove compartment, ”he said.

Since I had no one at home, I happily agreed to stay alone, for some reason I did not want to. Entering the house, turning on the music, taking out the glasses, we settled down on the sofa in front of the coffee table. Sipping cognac, we chatted about anything, when he put his hand on my thigh and moved closer. At the first moment I was taken aback, not knowing what to do, but the very next minute I threw off his hand, overlapping with a three-floor mat.

He responded instantly, in front of me was no longer a charming young man, but a cruel and collected criminal. Knocking me onto the couch, he tore up my blouse, pulled off my bra, tied my hands, and shoved the rest of my skirt into my mouth. I resisted as best I could, trying to get between my legs with my knee, but several strong slaps quickly broke my resistance. Her hair was scattered, tears flowed from her eyes. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but my tormentor did not allow me to do this, saying that he would show me what real sex is. And that I will beg him to continue. Putting me on my knees, he pulled off the last barrier from me, thin nylon panties.

Swinging, he lowered his palm on my buttocks, and then another and more until my ass began to burn. Shuddering, I tried to crawl to the side, but every time he rudely made me stay in place. Finally, he seemed tired, and I already hoped that my torment was over. Grabbing my hair and leaving me on my knees, but turning to face him, he pulled the gag from my mouth, not having time to sigh, he pushed my phallus into my mouth and, fixing my head and saying:

- Suck bitch, - began to move in my mouth not even letting out a sigh.

“You can't be a bitch,” he hissed after a while and abruptly turned around, poked my face on the sofa and with a sweep entered my ass.

From pain and humiliation, I tried to scream, but, feeling another blow, I bit my lips, in the hope that the torture would not last long. But my tormentor was tireless, it seemed that he would never run out of power.

My whole body was covered with bites and burned, I felt his sperm and sweat on all parts of my body, I didn’t care and I didn’t even stir when he finally threw my torn body into a chair. I lay watching him through my eyelids, not even trying to hide behind.The phone call saved me, the maniac turned to the side of the phone, leaving his neck unprotected and I grabbed the unfinished brandy bottle with a force and put it on my hated head. Swaying as if in slow motion, he began to fall to the floor, thin streams of blood streamed from small cuts. Coming closer, I saw that he was breathing, but apparently in a deep faint. Turning over the coffee table, I hardly dragged his not-so-tall body between the legs of the table and screwed his limbs to each leg with a rope, which I cut from the balcony. And only then I took the phone number and called my girlfriend, briefly telling what happened.

- Do not come close to him. I'll be right there, ”she said.

Sitting down on a chair after a contrast shower, wrapped in a favorite dressing gown, I smoked a cigarette and, taking a sip of flavored tea, waited for him to come to his senses.

Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. My girlfriend walked in and walked straight into the room with her business step. Looking at the crucified guy. Approvingly squeal language.

- The cops did not call? She asked.

I shook my head.

“Fine,” she said, “now we will wean him once and for all, to force him,” going up to him.

She poked him with the toe of her sharp shoes between the ribs and poured on his head the remains of mineral water standing on the table. He moved.

“From what he made you gag,” she asked, and, without listening, said, “I have a better idea.”

Without thinking twice, she pulled off her panties and shoved them in the not-quite-still-violent rapist. He looked with horror as I understood the idea of ​​a girlfriend, took out a thin leather braided strap from the chiffonier.

“You start,” my girlfriend said.

And I, at first uncertainly, and then, getting more and more into the taste, began to cover his body with short stinging blows. He was attached, he was qualitative and therefore could not even dodge the blows. His body was covered with scars, but I still could not stop. Finally, a bored girlfriend suggested that I get the idea to bandage his penis and eggs with a rubber band and fuck him, but I had no desire to feel his penis in myself again and I refused. Then the girlfriend said she would do it herself, and he let me lick. For how long, she will fuck him, I reluctantly agreed. And she began to drag his penis and scrotum with a thin elastic band. The member turned purple and was filled with blood. My girlfriend, without thinking twice, was freed from the remnants of clothes and literally jumped on his penis and began to stick him on herself.

- Take him by the hair and sit on the face will twitch beat with all his might.

Pulling out the panties, I pressed my tormented crotch into his lips. To my surprise, I felt his rough hot tongue began to lick me faster and faster, and every time I penetrated deeper and deeper into the anus, then into the vagina. Girlfriend is very diligent engaged in a member. The forehead of the rapist was covered with perspiration, apparently there was no longer enough to endure. I turned to face my girlfriend and watched as she repeatedly gets an orgasm, covering her eyes and throwing back her head. Sensing the approach of my orgasm, I began to move my ass trying to get my tongue tired as deep as possible, and finally, with a groan of satisfaction, I slipped off his face.

My girlfriend rose from his penis, but continued to torment him with her hands. His body trembled cock turned blue and his girlfriend cut the gum. Cum shots splashed on his stomach. With light sobs, he closed his eyes.

- He still has a flawed back, just untie it carefully.

Tying it in such a way that he was on his knees putting a quivering ass. A hail of blows fell on his back and back again. While I was smacking him, my girlfriend gave him her crotch, sitting in front of his face with her legs spread wide. Punishment continued almost until dawn. Now he was covered in our juices; back, legs, buttocks, chest were covered with scars.The member no longer looked like an indomitable monster. A hung wet ragged cloth. To the rapist, whom we pulled out, continuing to adjust with a belt and pulling like a leash a rope that was worn around his neck and connected with his wrists pulled back behind his back to the street. They took him to the nearest square and, leaving him alone, tied to a tree, with a sense of duty, went home to sleep.