“It just can't be ...”

- I fully understand your confusion, but ... Since the contract came into force a long time ago, I will also begin to fulfill my obligations.

- What exactly are you going to do? - struggling to give voice calm tone, she frowned.

- I intend to fuck you, Mademoiselle, and more than once, and so that your perverted "I", which you may have forgotten for a while, liked it.

For some time, Vika looked frantically into the stranger’s bottomless abysses of gray eyes, unwittingly opening her mouth and feeling how she was being poured from head to foot with waves of unbearable heat, which most shamefully concentrated between her legs, causing a slight nervous pulsation. Vika shook her head, as if she wanted to force herself to break the obvious vicious energetic bond that was suddenly established between her and this man. The proximity of the two ambals, sitting to the left and right of her, began to put an unbearable pressure on her. The entire cabin of the car in an instant seemed to her stuffy, small and impenetrable, especially when she remembered his unnaturally heavy doors and the incredibly thick armored glass that the driver opened for a while to air out.

“You ... you ... are we familiar?” - she really tried hard to remember if she knew this face. It was bright, attractive, as a man beautiful and impenetrable. It was also quite obvious that he was not joking and he himself did not experience the slightest excitement.

- You're a public person. I saw your work, sometimes followed your career in the press ... Do not worry - no fanaticism ... Exceptionally business relationship ... By the way, I immediately thought that you would be pleased to see Paris, because you have been working here for the past six months.

“I don’t remember anything about it, even though I really know Paris,” she said with dry and numb lips, as if in a bad dream, “So you kidnapped me?”

“No one kidnapped you.” I, as a member of the club, made you a call, having received your application. You paid a bunch of attendants to the club so that one of its members, who meets the requirements you declared, pleases you the way you love it, and for more acute sensations you are deprived of your memory.

- So I ... didn't even choose you? I ... What was it to me, who would it be? - Vika became ill and frightened to such an extent that her hands weakened, and the papers and magazines passed to her slipped from her knees to the floor. She noticed that no one paid any attention to this. Everyone froze, as if waiting for some further orders. The atmosphere was heated to such an extent that Vika was ready to scream, but instead she just gasped for breath and turned the senseless glance from the girl languidly lounging on the girl's seat to the man in black, smoothly stroking the silver head of the setter on her cane lying across his knees.

Vika, not knowing what she was going to do, tried to get up. The car shook slightly from the ride, but this, in general, did not matter, because she was not allowed to get up. On both sides, in one second, her hands were securely locked in the grip of faceless bastards. Both clutched her shoulders and elbows so that even straightening her arms seemed completely impossible. In addition, they pressed her into the seat with their weight, not allowing her to get up.

“Please ... No need ... No,” she whimpered miserably, trying to get rid of the disheveled curls that fell into her face and feeling that her chin and lips were trembling.

- It's funny to see you in the role of a coward, - the young man grinned calmly. His foot moved forward, and rested on her knees, forcing her to spread her legs apart. Her short skirt could hardly conceal anything without that, but in that position almost everything he wanted to see appeared to him. Delicious pumped flawless thighs of a young pretty woman, adorned with the finest stockings, and a sweet naked pussy, covered with an almost invisible bodily tissue. The young man slightly bowed his head to the side to get a better look at this sweet sight, then stretched out his hand with a cane, lifted the edge of his leather skirt with it and ran a metal head over its shifting crotch.

- Please ... Let go! Do not do this! If I'm really rich, I'll pay you even more! Just don't do it! - suddenly burst her.

“Let's give the girl a light dose for the first time — she clearly needs to relax,” not paying any attention to the wailing of Vicky, the man threw in the direction of his companion in gray. She barely noticeably lifted the corner of her tightly compressed lips, which were neatly let in, and immediately removed a syringe for 1 cube with the substance already present in it, which she had sparkling with evening stones, and transferred it to the man. He took off the tip with his teeth, loudly slapped Vika on the thigh in the stocking and immediately introduced the needle. Vika, exhausted by the struggle, only often breathed in order not to suffocate, and, squinting, shed tears. Leaning back in his seat, he with undisguised curiosity began to wait for the result, until the body of his victim slightly went limp in the hands of the ambals. At the signal of his eyes, the girl was released, and she, moving and feeling as if in a fog, allowed herself to be held by one of the bodyguards. He spread her weakened arms to the sides, pressing her back slightly to him. She barely managed to hold her head, and he leaned his smoothly shaved cheek against her cheek.

“Now it is a completely different matter,” a man sitting opposite to him softly, almost in a whisper, “Well, Victoria, we will know each other.” I am Victor - the one to whom you will belong in the next two months. You are a very beautiful girl. Have you already realized this after losing your memory? - He slightly bent forward, leaning his elbow on his left leg, and with his right hand, first stroking her perfectly rounded narrow knee, then the thigh at the top, and then from the inside. The bodyguard pulled her back, forcing him to lean back. The girl jerked, but Victor's foot did not allow her to dodge caress. From his sensual touch and from the general weakness of her legs trembled. Victor's fingers slid along the crotch of the thigh at the crotch, tickled, stroked, inflamed, slowly pulled aside thin panties, freeing sponges, slits and ass. His arrogant foxish gaze and cheeky smiling lips stirred her almost to nausea, because she felt herself before him completely fallen, helpless and humiliated. And she hated him.

When Victor pressed his warm palm to the bottom of her belly, and the index finger to her clit and gently moved them around, the girl tried to break out again, but he immediately spread her legs to the sides much wider, and her bodyguard tightened her arms .

“Do not twitch and enjoy,” he ordered, “Do you really think that you have never been in such a situation?” It can not be ... You always chose good lovers, - he licked his finger and this time superficially slid it over her clit, shamelessly looking at her face. She tried to squeeze her hips, lift herself up, pull out her arms — but it was all useless.

- You kidnapped me, and now ... you are raping ... - her voice was constantly breaking high notes, - you are threatened by an article for it! Mind you, I just won't leave it alone!

The man narrowed his eyes with pleasure, then licked his finger again.

- This is already very similar to the beast of Victoria. Listen, you ...How you? - Victor turned to the scarred bodyguard who accompanied Vika, - Lift the contract from the floor and read the lady what she signed for - his finger continued to cause a mixture of conflicting feelings and sensations in her, starting with disgust and shame, ending with excitement and weary indifference , - Article 6, clause 1 of the treaty outlines preferences ... Read more →