Max removed two identical black silicone vibrators from the case, not hinting at any anatomical shape: small, oblong, streamlined, with two short protrusions at the ends. One he held out to a friend. There was a slight buzz. Vika was all tense, already realizing how she had exhausted herself by not being able to relax for a second. One vibrator walked along her neck from ear to shoulder, the other along the inside of the thigh from the knee to the groin. She unwittingly rang her chains, dodging the skin-electrifying touches that teased and agitated her here and there, not letting her focus on her thoughts, not allowing herself to be controlled, not allowing her the slightest desire to resist.

When her mocking and merciless torturers turned to petting her nipples and the clitoris, her mind and will refused her completely - she broke chains, babbled something incoherent, either asking to stop, or begging to continue, but Max sometimes made her silence with short kisses, not letting her dig into his lips as she would wish. Could she have guessed how long this torture would last and what would bring it to? However, sometimes it seemed to her that she had only lost track of time, so the seconds seem to her as minutes, and minutes as hours. “It will all be over soon” - she convinced herself, biting her lips, moaning in her voice and wriggling with her whole body, but the men experimented with her sensations with the ruthlessness of the real inexorable and incorruptible researchers, then giving her bliss, then making her suffer from pauses during which the heat excitement subsided. After this, the torture continued with a new force. It seemed that nothing could bring them out of themselves, make them lose self-control.

- Do you want to finish again? - Max barely heard, but very hotly, Max whispered in her ear, holding her head in chin in agony by the chin with force, and without stopping to pluck the slippery, glowing from arousal of the girl's nipple with a vibrator. A glistening drop of oil slid down the elastic hillock of her chest. Max stood, bending at her head, looking at what Victor was doing and watching her condition. At his sign, Victor's vibrator has moved from the clitoris to the girl's plump, frosted lips, all wet with oil and its juice. She involuntarily moved her hips, immediately licked her dry lips and flushed from the awareness of her own actions. God, how she wanted to be fucked at last - after several orgasms, touching the clitoris became almost unbearable, everything inside burned with unquenchable all-consuming desire.

“Yes,” she muttered impatiently, closing her eyes.

- What "yes"?

- I ... I want to finish ...

“Good girl,” Max tickled again in her ear and slipped the vibrator over the other nipple, while Victor began to touch Vicky’s vibrator with a hotly pulsing bud, again wriggling and moaning.

- Please ... I want to finish ...

“Do not keep your legs together,” Victor ordered severely, slapping her thigh painfully, but she almost didn’t feel pain, moreover she was ready for anything to discharge. He pressed the vibrator to her oozing pussy, just below the clitoris, admiringly admiring how Vika shudders and wriggles the panther. Another agonizing orgasm, nervous tremor and intolerable exhaustion pierced her.

“Enough ... no longer necessary,” she almost cried because of the intoxicating convulsions piercing her, feeling the vibrator returning to her disturbed bud again and again.

“In my opinion, she is ready,” said Max, turning off the vibrator and setting it aside. He removed the wet strands of hair from her face and rubbed the rest of the oil off her nipples with a palm. Victor also turned off the vibrator and ran his fingers over the girl's burning pussy.Vika was breathing heavily and simply did not think about anything, allowing herself to close her eyes for a while and rest.

- Is there ice? - Max asked in a businesslike way, looking around.

“There's a champagne bucket,” Victor nodded, suddenly turning off the vibrator in the juicy girl's tight excitement. Vika arched herself, finally waiting for the desired penetration, but there was no further movement, - Be patient, Raven, this is only the beginning ...

- What will ... you do next? - She babbled.

- Want some sedative? - He ignored her question.

- No, don't call me anything. No, she asked plaintively.

“Well, as you say,” Victor sighed with feigned sympathy. “In my opinion, you are too nervous.”

Max approached and touched her nipple, hot with long caresses, with a piece of ice. It was unexpected and burned, but not as bad as the expected torture. As soon as the nipple hardened, he took from the case an elegant silver clip with a short thin chain and a ball at the end and clamped the nipple with it. Vika sighed loudly and bit her lip.

- Painfully...

- Is it? And it should be nice, - Max slightly moved the clamp and shook the ball. Vick swallowed, and Victor suddenly turned on the vibrator. The girl arched again and groaned.

“You see, and you say it hurts ...,” Victor said bitterly, putting a hot hand on her stomach to feel the movements of her body. Max responded with a short, sly look, catching the clip on the second nipple that squeezed from the ice bite and swaying the ball again with his finger. Their mockery echoed in her temples with a blissful vibration, almost the same as between their legs. She pulled the chains and squeezed her hips, struggling to bring the peak of pleasure closer and gasping for breath. When a painful and at the same time ecstatic discharge of ecstasy passed through her whole body, the girl closed her eyes, surrendering herself to animal instincts and reflexes. Victor did not turn off this damn vibrator, forcing her to shudder for infinitely long unbearably intoxicating seconds.

“I can't take it anymore,” she finally whispered, trying to break free. “No more ... please ...”

- Please, my lord? - not without sarcasm Max threw.

“Please, my Master,” Vika replied immediately, almost without thinking.

- Have pity on the girl ..., - Max smiled, again removing sticky strands of hair from her charming wet face from the strain and removing clips from her nipples.

At that moment everything stopped - they left her alone. A feeling of utter impotence and indifference to everything came over Vika. She was breathing hard and wondering if this Max could really be her former young man. For some reason, because of this, she really wanted to believe him - it seems he was not so rude as Victor ... But would he allow such things if he really loved her ?! It was terribly stupid to think about love in such a position, but she could not help it - only silly irrational thoughts came to my head.

Max went to the next table and sat on its edge, with a condescending little smile gazing at the stretched, exhausted beauty, and Victor leaned his elbows on the table, leaning over her face. He stroked her cheek, slightly turning her head to himself and forcing her to look into his eyes.

- Liked? - his face was completely serious, the tone was impartial, his eyes seemed to see right through her. She often blinked, because she could not withstand this look, and absolutely did not know what to answer, but the pause dragged on and the fear prompted her to answer.

- Yes.

- What should you tell us for this? - his fingers stroked her lips.

She shook her head, as if willing to repudiate the absurdity that was demanded of her, but still forced herself to pronounce the weak: "Thank you." Victor bit his juicy lips, stood up sharply, took out his mobile and dialed a number.

- Listen, let there all the cameras cut down and stop broadcasting.

- I am very tired ... Untie me, please, - Vika turned to Max, almost believing that her torment was over. Max smiled.

- You know, she really became terribly cute and naive, - he threw to Victor, - It was worth it ... Max took off ... Read more →