- Sorry, my charm, but you better not see what will happen next. You'll like it better, I assure you, ”he suddenly declared. He slowly put a leather bandage over her eyes, carefully checking if there were any gaps through which she could see something.

- Please ... please ... please! Do not do me any harm! - immediately forgetting about the recently tested pleasure and panic cried out Vick, breaking free with new forces. Max firmly tightened the elastic straps of the bandage, clasped her head in his hands and gently kissed her on the forehead, and very close, suddenly the ironic voice of Victor:

- Bad? Did I ever do something bad to you? Just because you called me?

“I ... I ... do not remember ..., - she was completely lost.

- Do not remember?

- N-no ...

“You called me a nasty bastard.” This is not far from the truth ... But it is not allowed to insult me, especially in public, you, bitch. It is clear? - he suddenly squeezed his hand painfully her cheeks.

“Yes,” she replied hopelessly.

- That's clever.

Victor leaned over her face, his hot tongue swept over her lips, then he covered them with a long, tender kiss. He seemed surprisingly patient and insightful, as if he was eager to guess her doubts, weaknesses, and desires. His fingers easily walked through the elastic wriggling body, touching the hard tubercles of the nipples, seductive bends of the waist, lower abdomen. To say that this kiss and touch drove her crazy meant to say nothing. Again she almost fainted from bliss and horror at her own fall and only by some sixth sense did she pick up the danger when the aroma of a burning candle gradually began to spread in the air.

Max patiently waited until the top of the new candle melted, and in its place a recess formed with a clear liquid at the bottom. Turning his hand up and holding the candle high, he let a couple of hot drops fall onto his wrist. Winced. Not pure paraffin, of course, but you can tolerate. He immediately removed a stiff wax circle from his hand and rubbed his slightly reddened skin.

Victor continued to harass his victim with insidious tenderness, and Max, dreamily watching the wicked's graceful movements of a delicious body, raised a candle over her belly. The drop fell off — Vika started and groaned, but Victor sealed her moan with a greedy kiss, holding her resisting hands tighter against the table until she subsided. When the second drop fell on her stomach, then the third and fourth, she gasped and bent, waiting in horror for new hot bites. Then Victor left her lips alone, taking to the ear, neck, shoulder and quickly heaving chest. Her tender tanned skin goosebumps under his lips. A pair of hot drops fell on the pubis, but Max's touch immediately eased pain and fear, leaving only sharpness and euphoria. She no longer asked for mercy, she only nervously trembled and screamed, completely surrendering to abruptly replacing each other sensations.

“What ... what should I do to let me go?” - she barely squeezed out of herself at last, completely losing her strength, and heard Max laughed almost silently, stroking her slender legs and spreading them apart. He stroked with tender kisses on the red specks left on her thighs with hot wax and sank her teeth into the delicious skin on the inside of her thigh, forcing the girl to cry out. Her cheeks flared, but Victor was not slow with a caustic answer:

- This is the correct appeal to the Contractor. I see you start to like our game and you began to understand its rules ...

Rules...These idiotic rules of submission could not be taken seriously, because they all looked stupid and absurd - that's what she thought of them. The only thing Vika accepted is that she should always refer to the Contractor on “You”. As for the rest, in any other circumstances, she would just laugh at all these formulations as well as Max. Only now she was not laughing at all - she was scared, wildly scary, and logical reasoning did not work at all. A thought suddenly appeared in my head about an allegedly killed guard. Suddenly is it true? Then what can these people do to her? Suddenly, her eyes stinged from tears, but then the chains rang out, one of her hands was released and immediately fastened to the other, moving her to the edge of the table.

Vika tried to catch in the surrounding sounds something meaningful, something that would give her the opportunity to understand at least something, but first of all to understand what she had to do. At that moment something hot, wet and salty touched her lips, she shook her head, but she was not allowed to dodge - gently but persistently.

- Come on, open your mouth ..., - demanded Victor, slightly turning to his face the befuddled girl in fear, - That's it ... Clever girl ...

She groaned weakly, already not knowing what it was about — whether from self-pity or acute excitement, which suddenly seized her because of new sensations. A member of Victor moved in her mouth, as if guessing desires, which she herself did not even suspect, but his hands directed, demanded, ordered, caressed, demented.

To her ass suddenly put a slippery vibrator and pressed. The next moment, Vika gasped in pain, moaned desperately and tried to escape, but Victor did not even think about leaving her alone, and Max slightly took out his instrument of torture and introduced it again.

- Do not twitch, my bird, - he declared with a gloating grin, - It will be nice soon.

Vika began to cry. No, she was not so painful anymore, how much it hurt that all this is actually happening to her. She just wanted to wake up suddenly in some completely different place, knowing who she is, and this is the adventure of the last days to forget like a bad dream. She felt humiliated, humiliated, helpless and pitiful. Imagine that she once preferred something similar, she just could not. From the vibrator's movements it was still painful, but at the same time she for some reason began to suffer excruciating impatience and some kind of absurd lust, forcing her to move her hips herself or to stop from bliss, when Max's movements became more frequent. The pain with each moment more and more turned into astringent and thrill feelings of pleasure, so when instead of a vibrator, a member that was much larger than its size began to enter it, Vika only breathed more often, all sincerely surrendering to all those manipulations will. The vibrator was now pinned to her exhilarating bud, and she almost immediately moaned at the orgasm that had unexpectedly engulfed her. They began to fuck her more deeply and roughly, but this no longer worried her conscience, because her mind simply turned off from a certain moment, turning it into a whirlwind of sensations and emotions.

When the chain fell hard on the floor, when she was able to freely stretch her arms and legs, when the mask was removed from her eyes, she sat on the edge of the table, wiping her semen from her chin and neck. The abundant moisture cooled all her hot crotch and glistened on the elastic hips. Her head was spinning and her muscles ached, her arms and legs were completely weakened, and she could not look her rapists in the eyes after everything that had happened. She absently examined her body - there was almost no visible redness from the burns. It was just uncomfortable, still scary and sickening of herself. Apparently, she was trembling, because Max suddenly threw his jacket over her shoulders.

- Listen, I forgot to tell you ... There, at the entrance to the club, journalists are actually waiting for your star on the podium, - blithely, as if by the way Max said, opening a bottle of champagne and pouring out some foam on the floor.

- What?! - Victor exclaimed in bewilderment, quite obviously confused by this message.

Max slowly and with the arrangement drank champagne straight from the bottle neck, and only after that he deigned to give an answer.

- Well, yes ... I vaguely heard how they tried ... Read more →