A man in a gray suit approached us and began to carefully examine, sometimes even leaning forward a little. Glancing at us for a few minutes, he waved his hand from the bottom up and stared at us again with a surprised look. We continued to sit, not understanding what he wanted. The man nodded his head slightly, and then his guards darted off and rushed at us. Jumping from the back, they grabbed us by the shoulders and jerked us to our feet.

- Hey, easy! - Gina was outraged, but then she received a scathing aleuha.

- On knees! - barked a man in a suit.

- What? - Gina rolled out her eyes in surprise.

“I am not used to repeating,” the man said more calmly.

- And I will never crawl before anyone on my knees! - the girlfriend retorted, - Mister found me too. We were invited to a photo session, by the way!

- On a photo shoot? - the man looked at the girl and suddenly burst out with a loud rolling laugh.

He laughed long and loud. And so frankly that tears appeared in his eyes. The guards, who at that time had moved from behind our backs and those who stood on the sides, did not even smile, but kept the Olympic calm.

Laughing for about five minutes, the man took a snowy handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped tears from it.

“I’m not inviting anyone,” he said, becoming serious, “I always take what I like.”

“And you liked us,” I decided to clarify.

The guard, who was standing next to me, grabbed my arm, but immediately released me, catching the owner’s barely noticeable gesture.

“I especially liked you,” the man in the suit said calmly. “And your girlfriend is a free application.” But I'll find her a lesson. A photo shoot ...

He took a small packet of photographs from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it to us.

- My people have already had this photo session, - the man smiled, - I liked it.

- And I do not like you! - I boldly looked into his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” the man calmly replied. “A slave will enjoy her master sooner or later.” She will even love him.

- Slave? - Gina soared again.

“It’s a slave,” the man said sternly. “And enough about that!”

- Wait! - I asked, - We do not understand. Maybe you explain to us, but the joke is too long.

The man looked at me closely and said sternly:

- I never joke! And you yourself will eventually understand everything. And the sooner the better for you.

He quickly nodded his head, and at that very same time, the huge guard of his guard pressed my handkerchief with some smelly filth. From surprise, I took a deep breath, and immediately rainbow circles swam before my eyes, my eyes rolled up, my head began to spin, and I lost consciousness.

I opened my eyes, but still saw nothing. Maybe I died? No, it doesn't. There was a slight tingling sensation in the nose and the distant smell of that rubbish with which I was put to sleep. Yes! I was put to sleep! From this thought, I was scared. I tried to move, but nothing came of it either. I began to twitch, but some unknown force kept me in an almost motionless state. I could not even turn my head. Something kept me in the head area. I jerked a couple more times and subsided, losing strength.

Then I began to listen to my body. My head ached a little, but there was no nausea. It pleased me, because if I start to feel sick, then I have every chance to choke. I can not see or hear anything, but I feel the presence of the smell of the skin. Well, of course! A heavy leather bag was pulled over my head. I tried to move my hands, but only fingers that scratched my back gave way to some insignificant movement.Having tried to separate my hands to the sides, I became convinced that I could not do this, because they were brought behind my back and firmly fixed with something resembling a tight sleeve, while wearing small bags on the wrist that felt like thin rubber to the touch. "Latex! - I guessed it, - I watched the porn from the bondage series, now they decided to apply it in practice. ”

Exploring my position, I realized that I was lying on my back. But why, then, are the hands tied behind this way, not putting pressure on the spine? Then I felt that I was lying on my back, and my hands were sunk in a hollow and are just below. Here they do not bother me. The neck is tightly wrapped in something thick, but it does not interfere with breathing, but I can not lift my head, because, most likely, there is a ring on the top of the head, which is fastened to what I'm lying on.

I tried to say something, but instead of articulate speech I heard a low moo. Most likely, they shut my mouth thoroughly. I tried to push the gag out with my tongue, but he rested against something tough, and all my attempts ended in nothing. Then I began to moan frantically, hoping to draw attention to myself. The same result.

Continuing my research, I came to the conclusion that I was tightly bound, but not with ropes or chains, but with wide straps hand and foot. In addition, in addition to a leather bag on my head, I was dressed in different clothes. Rather, stripped naked and stuck in a narrow bag, probably from the same latex. And, finally, tightly tied to a figured bed, drowning his hands tied behind his back in a special recess.

And if I suddenly want to use the toilet? Then I felt that my kidnappers had successfully solved this problem. They just put diapers on me.

The body, which was immobile, began to wallow little by little. I tried to change the position, but nothing happened. Then I began to strain and relax the muscles. It became easier, but not for long. Then I tried to distract.

“Interesting,” I began to think, “Is this stupid Jin here too? And in the same form? Or did they come up with something special for her? ”But they didn’t give me such thoughts for a long time. I suddenly felt a little shaking and even heard a faint noise, like the creaking of rolling wheels.

After some time, the noise and shaking stopped, and some incomprehensible romp began around me. I felt that the belts were being removed from me and unfastened from the bed. I twitched and moaned, but immediately received a gentle slap on the cheek and listened to the stern female voice: “Quiet you slave! Got my mother fucked! Lie down and wait! ”

Nothing else to do. I fell silent and waited. But it was not long to wait. Soon, I felt how someone's hands lifted me by the shoulders and sat me down on the couch, while unfolding and hanging my legs down. The body stiffened by long immobility began to fill with blood, and I felt relief. The pair of hands that sat me down and continued to support me by the shoulders so that I would not fall, gradually moved down a bit and began to stroke my chest covered with thin latex.

These hands gently slid over the hemispheres of my breasts, and my fingers, feeling for the nipples, gently began to squeeze them and gently pull. Suddenly, a hot wave ran through my body, and I groaned softly. At the same time, I felt that my diapers are slightly soaked. I tried to relax, but spoiled my voice.

- Stop squeezing it! Help me! Still have time to nalaskatsya.

The hands that stroked my chest moved back to my shoulders, and from there to the neck and began to dig with the collar, and the second pair at that time pulled something off my ankles. This “something” squeaked and slurped, as if from a narrow rubber bag.

- Unpack her head! - ordered the voice.

Then I felt that I was unbuttoned the gate. The hands that removed the collar began to gently pull the bag off my head, while trying not to pull the hair.

A bright light hit my eyes, blinding me for a moment and depriving me of orientation. A white veil appeared in front of me, in which some silhouettes were barely perceptible.I began to blink vigorously, trying to disperse this milk, and I heard ... Read more →