- And really ... Where from ... So why the hell are you playing silly games with someone you don't even know? You provoke me, not knowing what I am capable of ..., - he made a significant pause so that she could realize what was said, during which she did not take her eyes off her face and continued to torture her crotch with sweet torture, - There is no turning back. what a termination speech can not be. We are all tied up. You have just signed a death sentence for a man ... Do you know?

“I ... I ... do not ... I do not understand anything ...," she whispered hotly, at a loss to forget the words.

- Of course - you do not remember anything, but the bitch has remained the same as before - deceitful, heady and malicious. The essence of a person never changes with memory loss - this is a paradox! But the dock is now injecting your offender with a lethal injection ..., - as if teasing her, as if by the way, he added. - You after all achieved this?

- What ... what kind of nonsense? - as if she awoke and tried to straighten herself, but Victor quickly grabbed her hand, twisted her back and pressed the girl with her stomach and chest to the table. She screamed deeply.

“I don’t need shabby and traitors in bodyguard,” his tone changed from lusciously seductive to poisonous and cruel.

“But he ... he ...,” Vika blinked in panic.

Victor's fingers slipped out of her and gently rubbed her clit. Her arm hurt to tears, but between her legs everything was burning from shamelessness and bliss, and she could not free herself, defend herself, dodge. Victor's fingers ducked inside again.

- Do you like it? Do you like dorks? - he was already beginning to feel how everything inside her was compressed from weak convulsions.

- Oh my God! Yes, there was nothing! I lied! She shed tears, biting her lips.

- Do you protect him? - he pressed inexorably and coolly.

“I just wanted you to leave me alone!” I hate you! Do not kill him! He is not to blame for anything! She sobbed, no longer trying to resist.

- How touching ... This elk has never been so defended, - his fingers left her vagina, slid up and stroked her anus. Vika did not even budge, because horror and uncontrollable lust almost bound the body.

“You can't just take a person and kill a person,” she muttered not so clearly, she squeezed out of herself, trying not to lose the thread of the dialogue.

- Can. And kill. And rape.

His wet finger entered her ass and froze. Vika closed her eyes in order to maintain her composure, but she had to admit that his touch simply demolished her roof.

“I really lied,” she whispered mournfully, flexing flexibly in the back and, it seems, moving her hips slightly, “He did not touch me ...”

“It doesn't matter anymore,” his finger came out of the ass and again laid a hot trace all over the already burning crotch, “Better just enjoy ...”

- I do not believe ... - she breathed weakly.

He let go of her hand, but with his palm he pressed down on her neck, just grabbing an armful of thick, disheveled curls so that she could not get up, and his fingers would continue her soullessly and perfectly to bring her to complete insanity, simultaneously caressing inside and out. Vika was lying on her stomach, now pressing her heated palms to a cool tabletop, now trying to dig her nails into her. Her whole body was driven by a sweet convulsion of anticipation, and she did not even dare to squeak, closed her eyes and only breathed heavily, opening her mouth and involuntarily raising her hips to meet pleasure. She knew that he was watching her every reaction. She knew that he would be calm and merciless, even though he was excited (she felt his hard member with her hip).And she, damn it, for some reason could not help thinking about his penis! When Vika started to finish, Victor removed his hand from her neck, allowing her to wriggle as she pleased, and she moaned piteously and plaintively, shamelessly squatting on his fingers and desperately gasping for air.

“Get up,” he said rudely, although she hadn't really had time to catch her breath, and again pulled her by the chain. They approached the window, looking at the club raging in dances and fun. On a giant digital display, she suddenly saw herself pressed against the table by Viktor and wriggling from the movements of his hand. Her body still didn’t tremble, pulsate and languish from the recent orgasm, and the shock shook her legs completely. She backed away, but the chain held her as always. Perplexedly looking around, she found a video camera with several lenses under glass hemispheres under the ceiling. Victor approached and unfastened the chain, which with a ring fell to the floor. She stared at the lens of one of the cameras, noticing the close-up of her confused and stunned face on the screen with some delay.

“Now, lie down on the table on your back,” he ordered, in a tone that could not stand objections, slowly and calmly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt above the elbow.

- No ... no ... No ... Please ...

Victor did not say a word, he just slowly stepped on her, and she involuntarily backed off to the table until she put her feet on it and sat on the edge, losing balance. She immediately jumped up, turned, stumbled on thin heels, threw off her shoes and slipped away from him to hide behind the same table and, perhaps, to gain time, but he deftly caught her hand and returned it to the place, pressing it into hard edge of the worktop hips and clasping his hand over his neck. Vika rested her fists on his chest, twisted and tried to tear his arms away from her. She felt his erect penis in the stomach, but his heart’s beats were even and her breathing was calm, and her strength was running out, even she had nothing to say. It seems that she lost - she has no chance to dissuade him or soften him. So, maybe to hell with everything? Again his lips breathed and flamed dangerously close to her lips, but now she already knew that he was only teasing her. Only she still wanted to believe him - to the point of absurdity! They were definitely familiar before, because he ...

He suddenly harshly pulled her head back, holding the lush shock of hair and forcing him to lay back on the table. Her thighs parted under the onslaught of his body, her feet lifted off the floor, and she completely lost her balance.

- I promise not to hurt you very much and not to prick any drugs, if you fully obey, - they froze for a while, hanging over the table, and Vika had to hold the rapist with his hands on his shoulders, in order not to yield to him and not to lie down. Thoughts flashed through my head, one crazier than the other, but then they evaporated. Forces melted with each passing second, an internal shiver increased in the body. For a moment, she simply gave up, yielding to a moment of weakness or exhausted, and allowed him to lay herself down, in a doomed way of putting her hands on the table. Victor gave her a greedy look, slowly pulled her stockings off her slim legs, stroked the delicate skin of the inner side of the thigh. His smug predatory smile made her shiver from a clear sense of her own fall.

“Do not resist, and everything will be fine ...,” he repeated, like a spell.

Vika walked over the ceiling and found another camera directly above her. For a moment, it seemed to her that she would faint now, but she breathed more often and looked away, again trying to drive all thoughts out of her head. Victor picked up the chain from the floor, slowly approached, walking around the table, and fastened one end of it to the ring of the left leather bracelet. Then he missed the chain under the table, twirled the left leg of the table with it, stretched it to the right leg, hooked, pulled and fastened the free end of the chain to the right hand. Vika clenched her fists and tried to break free - instinctively, of course, because she knew perfectly well that it was completely useless.Victor was standing somewhere behind her, and she threw back her head to see him. He hung over her, their eyes met, and he once again ... Read more →