ceiling. I imagined Sergey, her beloved, with whom I had talked on the phone just yesterday, reporting on the situation in the orphanage. Did he call as Nastya requested, Button? If so, how much time does he need to rush off from Moscow, find her and save her? She smiled bitterly. Earlier than Ali will finish, this will not happen exactly, although I would love to. As if the answer to the thoughts, Nastya felt a member of an Arab, resilient and entering as deeply as possible ...

Ali howled from a violent orgasm and threw a wave of sperm Nastya on the stomach. For a second, the vagina felt relieved by emptiness and freedom. The rape is over. Nastya tiredly cramped her legs. The labia's lips acted as if it were in a frying pan, but any pain disappears, the girl knew. It remains only to wipe the sperm from the abdomen - the trace of her humiliation and at the same time, remembering who this sperm was originally intended for - the trace of her salutary act.

The Arab buttoned his fly, and then, turning to Glebov, who had observed the entire sexual act, said, nodding at Nastya.

- Help yourself, friend.

Nastya jumped out of bed.

“We didn’t agree,” the girl screamed, frightened and at the same time evil.

“I promised you would be the girl,” the mayor said calmly, rising from his chair and throwing off his jacket. But his gaze was not calm - the wolf, agitated, he looked at the half-naked Nastya. Rubbed his hands in anticipation of a hot female body. - And I keep the promise. Who told you that I was not going to fuck that youngster?

After these words, Glebov pounced on Nastya. She tried to push him away, but already tightly grasped, was thrown on the bed. Everything went on.

- Let go, brute ... - she protested, but to no avail, Glebov set out to seize it to the end. Nastya managed to bite his ear when he leaned on top and put his lips to her neck. Glebov growled in pain, and that there is a force hit her in the face. Her disheveled hair covered her burning face, her eyes dimmed from pain. I felt how strong hands turned her on the stomach, and spread her legs apart. The hole, which has not yet departed from forced intercourse, was taken by another member from a sharp jerk ...

Glebov raped Nastya, leaning on top, while she, lying on her stomach, took his nervous excited shocks. The man snuffled in her ear, squeezing her hands, as if in handcuffs. She did not whine and did not cry, her vagina seemed to grow dumb and no longer perceive the presence of others. Time ceased to exist for Nastya in its usual form, when you count the minutes, waiting for the end. She stopped noticing the lustful, saliva-losing sexual partner, she did not hear the encouraging squeals of the Arab who received her. Consciousness went away, leaving her beautiful sexual figure for dirty pleasure to two scum who imagined themselves masters of life ... Suddenly, Glebov froze, pulled his cock out of her vagina and slipped it into Nastya's ass. A new test began by returning the raped girl to consciousness. She screamed, and Ali's strong hand shut her mouth while his accomplice shoved a dick in the anal hole. Tears splashed from Nastya's eyes, the bed that had taken her shame and the wild pain watered.

Glebov entered, and compared to this, vaginal sex seemed to Nastya a child's warm-up. The pain was unbearable when the heated mayor spent frictions in her open anus. Nastya never had to have anal sex, she knew that there could be unpleasant feelings even with her beloved man, and that the first experience was forced, it was terribly double. She moaned Ali's palm in her mouth, while Glebov, pressing her ass, pounded her into the anal passage. “Hurry up,” Nastya was beating in her head. As if taking pity on her, Glebov ordered Ali to let her go, pulled out his penis and quickly turned around, led his dick to her lips. She, praying for the finish, did not resist. Entered it, performed a few more shocks, and the sperm, firing a powerful stream, filled her mouth.

...She spat out the remnants of sperm on the floor when Glebov called Serge by telephone. He soon appeared at the door, finding Nastya straightening her dress.

“Well, Serge, you can do it too,” the mayor said to his assistant. Nastya's heart sank from the next nightmare, presenting another violent sex, already with a pimp. This one definitely won't refuse to use it. Will the orgy never end?

- No, thank you, Viktor Pavlovich, - suddenly the pimp refused, looking attentively at Nastya.

“Well, look,” Glebov complacently noted. - Then take Anastasia Alexandrovna to the boarding school. Today, we no longer need its services. She has already understood who is the boss in this city.

Nastya looked with disdain at Glebov and Ali, whom she involuntarily had to satisfy, and, accompanied by Serge, left the house.

- Did you take Gel? - She clarified at the pimp, to whom she suddenly felt a kind of hidden feeling of gratitude - for the fact that he did not accept the offer of the chief to continue to mock her. “Is the girl all right?” Well, answer, - Nastya has already called out.

Instead of answering, Serge sat her in a car, where she was waiting for Sunny, swollen with tears and insomnia.

“She said she won't go without you,” Serge said with a barely noticeable smile. Gelya embraced Nastya, she understood what the teacher had to sacrifice to save her, Gelina's virginity. Gratitude is the best that Nastya needed now. Half an hour later they were in the boarding school. Dawn has come.

* * * * *

Nastya took a shower, washing away the traces of sex, when she suddenly felt a chill - a consequence of the experiences and bullying that night. This reaction of the body is not surprising, as well as the reaction of the soul, wounded, but still alive and with the remnants of the forces ready to fight on. She, Nastya, will still have to move away from everything that has been tried. (Porn stories) I wanted to close off from the whole world, she turned off the phone and, by pushing all sorts of thoughts by force, went to bed. Lessons to lead today she will not. Nastya fell asleep.

She slept until the evening, through a dream, hearing knocks on the door of those who tried to find her. Only when the boarding school subsided, she woke up and turned on the mobile phone. Soon he rang. HE!

- Nastya, we searched you, what happened, where were you? - A hail of questions leaned over her. - All right, are you whole? - Sergey, her boss and her man in one person, could not help her. Nastya so hoped that when she got into trouble, he would be there.

- where are you? She countered. Upon learning that he was in Moscow, she closed her eyes in disappointment. She was his mistress - a married man and the director of a large PR agency of election campaigns, but she always believed that for her sake, Sergey was ready for anything, would feel her troubles and begin to rush.

“I'm fine,” she said calmly in her voice.

Having received a response calm in the voice on the other end of the phone, Nastya heard:

- Do you know that your girls gave an interview today? Yes, our reporters. Tomorrow it will be on all local channels on the air! Yesterday I received this call from your ... Tanya and told me that you were taken to Glebov. And in the morning ...

- Wait, - interrupted his stunned Nastya. “Button told you that I was taken to the mayor with the girl with the violence, and you ... You did nothing to free us?” - Disappointment escalated into outrage from the indifference of the act of her beloved.

“But you are all right,” Sergey said calmly. “And what could have been done to you?” - After a pause of bewilderment, the voice was stuck again. - Nastya, the main thing is that we succeeded. After such a bomb he did not win the election. You're doing fine...

She turned off the phone. She smiled bitterly. And really, what happened to her?

The next morning she was going to go to the lesson. Last in this boarding school. Today she will return to Moscow. Even after going through the corridors of the boarding school, Nastya felt that something had changed. Some kind of screen flew off, the dirt reigning here leaked out, and only a matter of time when it was finally removed. Her 11th grade ...

The girls got up when she entered. Gels' eyes caught the buttons, they glowed subtle, but the brilliance of victory. Nastya greeted her and began the lesson, when suddenly, in an emerging pause, Button rose from behind the desk.

“Anastasia Alexandrovna,” she began. - I then called your ... Sergey, and told everything. He suggested that if we give interviews to journalists, we will help you ... well, and to ourselves too. Yesterday afternoon they arrived, with cameras, the director tried to keep them out, but then someone called him and he let him in. I and several other girls from our class told us what they did to us here, and about the mayor too. We were promised that this would be aired and that no one else would force us to do this ...

“You did the right thing,” Nastya said. The girls looked at her with admiration. They found out what happened to her last night, Nastya realized. As they knew before, the CTO ruled the mockery of them. They knew, but they were silent. The lesson ended, and Nastya said goodbye.

- See you girls. Nobody will touch you anymore. And I will definitely return to you.

Outside the gate, she saw a familiar jeep. Serge. He looked kindly, approached her.

- Well, Anastasia Alexandrovna, everything turned out as you wanted? Now Glebov will be felled, and those for whom you work will take the power in the city and the weaving mill into the bargain. Combine is, by and large, they needed.

- What's wrong with that? - quietly asked Nastya. She was clear - Serge, a pimp, but part-time security professional saw that she was not a teacher, but a journalist who worked for the election campaign of his boss’s competitors.

“Nothing,” said Serge. - Nothing good. What will change? The combine will be sold to Muscovites, Glebov will be overcome, and the boarding school ... Girls will be engaged in prostitution, they will work as before. Only on other owners. Did you achieve this?

Serge spoke with conviction, ardently, like a man who had lost his position but was ready to live differently. And yet, Nastya was in no hurry to believe him.

“No, Serge,” she said. - Girls will definitely have a new life.

The guy offered to take her to the station, and she agreed. He loaded the suitcases into the car, and then Nastya asked, ironically grinning. “Tell me why you refused with me ... then?” Didn’t you like me?

Serge was serious.

“Just because I liked ... Nastya,” the guy said with a touch of embarrassment. “You are the best girl I've ever met.” I understand what you think of me and all that ... But can I at least expect that you ... sometime you can reciprocate me?

Nastya wanted to laugh, hearing this awkward, but sincere confession of a pimp.

- You are Sergei name, right? She asked. Serge nodded.

- Beautiful name, - said Nastya.

From the gate jumped Gelya. Ran to her.

- Anastasia Alexandrovna. - Gel was very close, going to make some kind of recognition. - I want to tell you ... I confess ... In general, I have no boyfriend. Romka no. I thought of everything. It seemed to me that it would be easier ... To think that there is a loving person somewhere. And none of the guys really need me.

Here is a confession. Nastya smiled, hugging the sun by the shoulders.

“You’ll still love you, my nice girl.” You are worth it. Believe me.

Eyes Gels sparkled.

- Do you really come to us? Just to visit? - Sunny asked. - We will wait for you, me and all the girls.

“Certainly,” Nastya promised, kissed Gelya and got into Serge's car. I took a farewell look at the boarding school. She wondered to herself and answered that her role as a teacher was played for a reason.