But the girls had their own plan. Having enjoyed my drunken state, they took out their cell phones and began to photograph me, tied and drunk from different angles and angles, weighing off disgusting comments. Through the photo session, the girls drank brandy, not forgetting to pour this disgusting liquid into my mouth too. “Cool pictures, a strong argument for blackmail!” Nastya said, and apparently wanting to take an even more terrible picture, lifted the hem of my dress on my stomach, baring my legs, hips and groin area, covered with thin white lace panties (I Loved to wear such underwear). “Wow, what a steal!”, Nastya said enthusiastically and all the girls considered it their duty to take a picture of me in my underwear with a raised hem.

A sense of humiliation and powerlessness overwhelmed me. Tears came from my eyes. Such a tough test was not feasible for the "home" girl. “Oh, look, zaryla!” - Irina said happily: “Whine like a little!” “Aha! Now I understood what it was like when you laid us down! ”Nastya explained with a vengeful smile:“ And now you still feel what it is like when you are on duty in the kitchen for a week and everyone is joking with you! ” With these words, Nastya came up to my tied legs and, having untied her left leg, threw the rope to the bed arm by the head. Then, calling Lena for help, the two of them pulled the rope so that my leg was pulled up and to the head so hard that my foot almost touched the palm of my hand. The girls tied a rope on a strong knot, and then they did the same with the second leg.

As a result of their manipulations, I found myself in a very “obscene” position. Since my legs were pulled up to my head, my ass was raised from the surface of the bed, and all of my intimate space, covered with a thin strip of panties, turned out to be put on display. The girls immediately took advantage of this, starting to actively photograph me from different angles, weighing out the vulgar comments on my butt, legs, and lye, and in general, as a person. Nastya turned out to be right, the feeling of shame and humiliation in such a situation turned out to be much stronger, and I, who were very shy about any sexual themes at all, roared in the most real way: “Girls, well, I understood everything, let me go!”

The girls clearly liked my pleas and lamentations, the look of my tear-stained face. Nastya, something ponazhivav on his mobile, said: "Come on, one more time and louder!" I guessed that she turned on the video mode, but in the hope that the execution would stop now, she began to cry and ask more actively. Nastya, taking off my sobs for about 5 minutes, turned off the shooting and said: “Great video! This is our guarantee! If you, with ... ka, complain, I will put it on the Internet on all sites! ”“ No, no, no! I won't tell anyone who will! Let me go! I will quit tomorrow! ”I wailed, trying to bring it closer the moment of her release. Lena walked toward me with an unsteady step and, bending down to my face, doused with cognac, and whispered: “And now, you will answer for Vladik!”.

I did not even understand at first which Vlad I should answer for and why. We had Vlad in the squad, a tall and rather handsome guy who looked about 20 years old, or even more. Athlete, candidate for master of sports in boxing. He came to our camp in the direction of the police (department for work with minors), because he took part in a fight and injured someone badly there. In general, he stood out among the other boys, and not only by his height and appearance. He was much more educated, with a fairly adult outlook on life. I really liked him.I understood that there could be nothing between me, a 19-year-old student counselor, and a 16-year-old boy, but he fit the description of my ideal man so much that I clearly did not even breathe for him. I forgave him a lot, tried to communicate with him more, and when I noticed that Lena was spinning next to him, she experienced real jealousy. Out of this jealousy, I came up with various ways and options to make it so that they would be as rare as possible. And once, when I found them together on the sports field after the end, I reported to the director that Lena was not observing the regime, keeping silent that Vlad was there too.

My attitude to Vlad, of course, immediately became clear to Lena, and she, feeling a rival in me, became simply unbearable. Most of all snapped, gossiped and dirty. And now, when all the other girls received the desired and already intended to release me, Lena wanted to get even with Vlad for me. “Do you at least understand, with ... what did you do when you parted us on the sports ground?! ?!”, hissing evil, Lena asked me in the face: “Do you even know how nice it is to be cheered and kissed? Do you know what petting is? Did you caress the men's hands there? ”I looked at Lena with a bewildered look and did not really understand what she was talking about. The rest of the girls, apparently, just understood, because they began to smile. “What Lenka, do you have a stukalka buzz with Vlad? So you were so angry then! Unsatisfied! ”They laughed. These chuckles only angered Lenk even more and she, almost shouting, asked me again: “Well, do you understand what you did, with ... ka ?! Do you want to break you so? BUT?!"

Without waiting for my answer, the girl put her hot hand on my pubis and began to stroke my exposed slit through the fabric of the panties. The rest of the girls first froze in surprise, and then, seeing Lenka's actions, began to watch and weigh the joking comments and advices with smiles: “Oh, Lenka, you have come to a lesbian party! I decided to take Stukalka into the girls to take away from Vlad? ”- they laughed, not forgetting to shoot what was happening on the phones:“ You are using your finger on the little thing, follow the clitoris more actively to her! With your tongue, come on! ”The drunken heads of the girls quickly reconfigured to the playful erotic nature of the action. They no longer thought to untie me, with interest, and with obvious excitement enjoying the action unfolding before them.

For me, a girl who did not yet know the touches of other people's hands to my intimate places, not to mention the men's touches, the feeling of invading the secret space was shocking. I even stopped crying by surprise and fright, opened my eyes wide and began to breathe often. This is very amusing young sadists, they thought it was my sexual reaction. Lena, getting the most real pleasure from bullying me, increasingly tormented my face more and more bravely, rubbing its surface with a palm or a finger. Taking a bottle of cognac, Nastya came up to her, and, stretching out the container, said: “On, take a sip!”, And she began to smooth the inner part of my thigh.

Nastya was the bravest of all the girls. She looked like a pirate. Short hair, wide pants, T-shirt, chains and spikes on his hands. The guy in the skirt is her exact description, although she basically did not wear skirts. I often noticed that Nastya is actively involved in all activities with the guys, even at dance parties, she freely invited the girl as a partner and, as a joke, pawed her ass and chest. I often heard from children that they consider Nastya a lesbian-man. And now, in her eyes, excitement and excitement were clearly read. Classmates and fellow students looked at me in exactly the same way when they tried to build a relationship with me. The look of Nastya, warmed up with alcohol, was also full of the desire to possess me. Her touches, unlike Lena's touches, were more sensual and had a stronger impact on me. If I simply hated Lena, then Nastya was frankly frightened, really fearing for her sexual immunity."ABOUT! Nastya dorvala to the body! ”- the girls happily gagged:“ Lenka, back off! Let Nastya have some fun! ”

Lena, who had no feelings for me at all except hatred, gladly provided me with fun for Nastya. Nastya, receiving carte blanche for sadism in relation ... Read more →