“The nipples live here,” Hassan began explaining, “They are served by specially trained girls.”

When we reached the end of the corridor and pressed against an iron door, Hassan pushed it and we entered the room. I almost lost my feelings when I saw these unfortunates.

There were only five girls. They lay on the floor, chained by the neck to the rings mounted in the baseboard. Each of them was wearing a tight rubber bag. Another small bag was pulled over its feet. Over the bags on the girls were wearing long aprons of yellow oilcloth, covering them from chin to toe. Their heads were tightened in tight helmets, leaving open a small part of the face. The mouth was closed with a ball-shaped gag with a leather lining fastened at the back.

All slaves were brown-skinned with characteristic signs of the Negroid race. Eyes wide with horror sparkled with white pupils. The girls constantly twitched and moaned a little.

“They are constantly under the influence of a special ointment,” said Hassan. “Then they do their job better.” You know what I mean?

I pulled back, but Hassan held the leash tight. I tried to find my girlfriends, but there was no one like them. Suddenly the door swung open, and two tall girls dressed in tight latex jumpsuits dragged another “nipple” into the room, which hummed hysterically and frantically beat in their strong hands.

And then I shuddered because I recognized Gina. Her eyes were bulging, and her forehead was covered in perspiration. I wanted to rush to her, but I felt a leash sharply jerking my neck.

- Back! - There was a sharp cry Hassan, - Just watch!

The girls, meanwhile, had already chained Gene to the ring. Catching their breath, they turned to the host with a dumb question in their eyes.

- How are you? He asked calmly.

“Fine,” one of the girls responded cheerfully. - new led, master?

- No, - Hassan pulled me by the collar, - Study tour.

“It’s a pity,” the second one admonished, “We would do it with joy.”

I suddenly felt that the tension of the leash loosened, and Hassan talked carelessly with the attendants. Seizing the moment, I rushed forward. The leash slipped from Hassan's hand, and I, falling to my knees, was able to creep up to my friend.

Gina screamed loudly and huddled on her chain, which, as I had noticed, was shorter than the others. Not being able to hug, I pressed my body to her and suddenly I heard a heart-rending cry. This is Gina screaming. And I realized what I had done. After all, now under the influence of this very ointment, the whole body of the girl has turned into a continuous erogenous zone.

I crawled back and heard the rolling laughter of Hassan, who, not hesitating, with the opposite falsetto, was echoed by the girls. They laughed for a long time, letting the most scabulous jokes go to my address with Gina, and I was kneeling in front of my girlfriend and crying.

Reassured, Hassan grabbed my leash and jerked me to my feet.

- You have to listen! - giggling, he said, - And then I'll smear you with such a dauber!

I gave him a fierce look, but Hassan did not even respond, but dragged me toward the exit. On the threshold he lingered, and I managed to turn around. Looking at the girls, I could not tell them apart, although I knew for sure that Gina was lying on the very edge.

- Have you said goodbye? - Hassan asked brazenly and pulled me off the leash, - Then let's go further.

“Do not feel sorry for her,” Hassan said suddenly, as we walked down the corridor, “Remember how you got here.” Although, honestly, you would still have pleased me. And your friend just accelerated the process.

He said something else, but I did not listen to him.I was in such a state when all the senses are dulled, when you do not perceive pain, you do not recognize smells and tastes, when you begin to dry yourself with a plant rather than a human being. But plants react to changes in the environment, and you can't do that. And not because you are connected, but simply there is no desire to change anything, because it is useless. Because you are totally dependent on the will of someone else, stronger. And the rest does not matter.

I felt the snatch of the leash and saw that we were standing in front of a small latticed door. Hassan carelessly pushed the door with his foot, and we entered.

- And now, - he said, - You will see how these niggers beauty toil in the sweat of his plump lips.

We entered a small room. What I saw there horrified me. On the wide board lay a black girl. Her head was covered with a helmet that completely covered her face. By a slight bulge under the nose, I realized that her mouth was thoroughly shut up. In addition, the girl was tied to the board for the neck and stomach. The hands of the slave girls were put under the board and tightly tied with straps. The legs were spread apart, like a frog prepared for the preparation, and were also tightly attached to the board.

A thick vibrator was inserted into the anus, making an itchy sound. Her large breasts were enclosed in a leather bra without cups, which did not allow hemispheres to sag. From two sides two more boards were substituted on which, lying on their bellies, two girls in bags and yellow oilcloth aprons were tied tightly. Their mouths were pressed against the nipples of the black woman, and from the slurping sound I guessed what they were doing. The third "nipple" handled the clitoris.

Next to this pyramid was a girl in overalls and from time to time whipped her nipple when they tried to raise their heads.

“There are no clients now,” Hassan explained. “So I came up with a lesson for them.” My busty noggin my people caught a month ago. Since then, she does not leave here. But I am not a monster. She has time to rest and sleep. And feed her.

Suddenly, the girl shook on the board and made a long moan. The girl began to peel "nipple" with the eagerness.

- Lucky you! - Hassan perked up, - I caught another buzz. Now we will arrange a small break.

He looked at me and suddenly pushed me towards the girl.

“Let these two,” Hassan pointed to the side “nipples,” “my slave’s boobs are caressing so that they don’t sit around.

The girl, depicting an ominous smile on her face, intercepted the leash and dragged me to the wall, near which there was a chair without armrests. I resisted, as I could, but the girl was strong and trained in handling obstinate slaves.

With one strong jerk, she sat me down on this seat, straightening my hands tied behind my back. Then she fastened me to the back of the collar and pulled the belt, which she missed under the breast. Bending over, she wanted to tie my legs, but I managed to give her knee a blow to the chin.

The girl howled in pain and was ready to rush at me with a whip raised to strike, but Hassan stopped her.

“Don't be frivolous,” he said calmly to me, “And be careful.”

The girl buzzed something and, coming up to me from the side, so that I could not reach her, tied my legs to the legs of the chair. I began to tear and moo, but Hassan only smiled. Coming up, he stroked my head and said in a mocking tone:

- You'll like it, you'll see. And I will be pleased. Have you forgotten that now you are my slave? A slave should give pleasure to his master, to fulfill all his desires.

Meanwhile, the girl has already rolled the first “pacifier” to me. The girl was breathing heavily and licking tightly twisted plump lips. The chair suddenly overturned, and I was lying on my back with my legs up. The girl rolled the "nipple" and pressed her lips to my chest. She immediately sucked in my nipple and nayaala slurp, helping herself with her tongue. Soon and the second chest was in business.

Hassan stood beside me and carefully watched my reaction.

- It won't work, - I thought, - I don't get such caress from under the stick. That's just sorry for the girls. They would take a break, and this bastard to work forced.

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