- Look, he got off lightly ..., - Victor casually shrugged his shoulders, - You would have at least deprived of sight and manhood. Did you like it? I did not think that you would stoop to this, because you are a girl with ambitions - you take off high and hurt so that the victim would fall harder.

Vika felt her face go numb. She looked fearfully into the eyes of her tormentor, but did not meet in them the slightest sympathy. They devoured her passion, only partly restrained by pride and, it seems, wounded pride. It was only for a moment that Vika thought he was taking revenge on her for something that he was frantic. From the realization of this in her soul, gloating moved disgustingly.

“Like humiliating women, you nasty bastard?” - She blurted out, losing self-control and tearing into tears, noticing at the last moment how jaws played on his cheekbones.

“I have this bitch upstairs,” Victor threw to the guards and pushed the girl away from him. In his eyes lit some bad hungry light. While Vika looked around dumbfounded, waiting for his fate, the person who called himself her Contractor gave some orders, and instead of the Crocodile for some reason, another two-meter type in a black classic suit approached her. He picked up her chain and froze, waiting for further orders. Victor got up, and for the first time she noted for herself that he was quite tall, although in comparison with healthy people from her own protection, she even looked somehow miniature. However, despite this, he seemed, perhaps, more dangerous than all of them combined. With a frantic shrug of his shoulders, he nodded to the new Wicky Cerberus and he literally pulled her behind him so that she had to run, risking to slip in her elegant shoes at any moment and bowing her head to her arm. They were watched by the crowd, not too intrigued, but still curious by habit. There were even some kind of half-naked girls, who were wickedly laughing, and some familiar rap came from the stage.

They dived into a poorly lit corridor, walked through some dark rooms, climbed the service stairs to the second floor and found themselves in a giant empty restaurant hall, lit only by LED lamps in the bar’s windows, filled with numerous bottles. Through a huge inner window, a view of the disco of a nightclub, which they had just left, opened. The walls shook from the muffled hum of music. The bodyguard slightly pushed Vika to the nearest table, and she had to sit on its edge. She saw her reflection in the glass poured on by the lights, lowered her head, but did not hide behind. What's the point now?

Unruffled and unhurried, Victor was not slow to appear. He took her chain and pulled it to the middle of the hall, slowly circling around, as if deciding what to do with it. Uncertainty drove her crazy and at the same time, no matter how embarrassing it was to admit, it seemed to excite. The insane and contradictory idea of ​​subjugating this unfamiliar rebellious beast to herself wandered somewhere in the labyrinths of her subconscious - so pathetic and naive. Another guard appeared in the room. He brought in his arms an armful of black leather belts, chains and ropes and put it all on one of the tables, pushing the red candlestick glass aside. Behind him suddenly came the dock with his unchanged case. Wet strands of long bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, he was tormented by shortness of breath. Vika had a chill backstage, especially when Victor turned to the dock and nodded silently. He put a case on the table and snapped locks.

- Please ... Please, just don't give me anything! You are welcome..., - she herself did not expect such an immediately pitiful reaction from herself, she began to blink, watching her executioner so defiantly beautiful, that the mind categorically refused to believe in his evil intentions. His lips twisted in a grin, and the fingers of his free hand walked along the wavy strands of his own hair from temple to ear. “Narcissistic scoundrel!” A furious thought flashed through Vika’s head. Doc was already picking up some drug into the syringe, when Victor suddenly for some reason decided to take pity on her.

“Leave us alone,” he said softly, tinkling her with a chain and twirling it around her arm.

Vika breathed freer, although, when everyone was finally gone, the panic again risen to her throat, making it difficult to swallow and breathe. He stopped in front of him almost closely, towering over her head, pulled the chain up, lifting her flaming face. The collar was a little choked, and the feeling of its own nudity and defenselessness led her into an uncontrollable shiver. Her protruding nipples sometimes touched the smooth fabric of his shirt. He leaned toward her lips, as if he wanted to kiss them, but he leaned away, teasing and dousing with hot breath. Then he slightly let go of the chain and reached for a pile of leather belts and ropes on the table. Vika only managed to notice a short braided whip in his hand, when her bare thigh burned with a short blow. She recoiled, but the chain tightened, and the blow fell again, only on the other thigh. Vika silently dodged, with one hand clutching at the chain at the throat, so as not to suffocate, while the other tried to hide from the bites of the whip.

- I can not take it anymore! Do not! - She cried, trying to catch the end of the whip, and then - rush to his abuser with his fists. Only the battle was short and unequal. Throwing off the whip, Victor grabbed her wrists and shook her like a rag doll, pulling her toward him. Tears spilled from Vika’s eyes and immediately made glossy tracks on a perfect matte make-up on her cheeks.

“Ask for forgiveness,” he hissed angrily at her lips.

She did not understand why she was doing this, she squeaked a weak “Sorry!” In response, all trembling with fear. Victor shook it again and again grabbed the chain at the very throat with one hand.

- Louder!

“Sorry,” she croaked, almost breathless.

“Turn your back on me.” Hands on the table - he pushed her shoulder, silently waiting behind her, until she stood leaning and resting his hands on the tabletop - Spread her legs.

She was shackled by the horror of the unknown, and the pose proved to be completely humiliating. Even the tears immediately dried up. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was going to do, but the words stuck in her throat when she felt his warm hand on her ass. The hand unexpectedly gently and shamelessly walked between the buttocks, slipping between the legs, and Vika realized with shame that she was wet. The hand, meanwhile, moved a little further, laying a slippery trail to a convulsively flinching clitoris. The girl involuntarily led her hips - whether to dodge, or obeying surging hot wave of excitement. The places of the blows were burning, but the heat from the body of the man standing in the back and the smooth movements of his fingers over her pussy brought her into total disarray.

- That's better? - his lusciously seductive low voice penetrated under her skin with scattered goosebumps all over her body, - you will listen, you will receive a lot of pleasure. Do you understand? Understand, I ask?

For silence, he rewarded her with a weighty slap on the pope, and Vika, startled by surprise, involuntarily blurted out "yes." He let go of the chain, stood up at the side, one hand gently stroking her small elastic breasts, occasionally grabbing her sensual nipples, and the other hand again began to tease her current crack from behind. Vika was in despair, torn between the desire to completely capitulate and the desire to grab the chain and strangle it with this reptile.

- Like? - He asked coldly - Answer!

- Not! - she stubbornly blurted out.

- Not? Well ... since you don't understand in a good way ...

- Victor, I ask you, let's talk ... We can terminate the contract ...I agree to any conditions! I am ready to pay you how much you will say when you return the memory to me!

- Pay me? - this idea clearly amused him. He leaned toward her ear, carefully removed the interfering strand of hair from her cheek, touched his neck and lobe, - What do you think, who am I?

- How could I know? - She gasped, unwittingly ... Read more →