My story is the story of the exchange of bodies. The condition of the reverse exchange and return to my beloved is that I will have to surrender to the 333rd men. There are also doubtful advantages in my position - the spell contains, first, that now every counter man will want to fuck me; and secondly, while I cannot get pregnant or pick up a bad illness ... Moreover, this annoying voice in my head (which was called the same way as me now, Natalia) is an impression from the consciousness of the previous mistress of a luxurious female body to me.

July 11, 333–86 ... (+2)

The bikers' den, despite the fact that from the outside it looked like just a dilapidated huge barrack, was quite nice from the inside - sheathed with smooth boards, with sunbeams penetrating the numerous holes and the awesome smell of freshly planted wood. A dozen and a half comfortable spacious stove benches were placed in the room, and in a cozy backyard, surrounded by greenery, there was a summer shower and a resting place - numerous armchairs taken from cars. Not to mention the huge barbecue and a huge table, which were filled with different foods by the evening ... Vedmed and two bikers with a friend occupied the attic, also terribly cute and cozy ... Well, I used to go to the excavated basement only once...

I had been a bitch Vedmeda for almost a week now. My whole being can be defined as follows: “I live as in a hen house - where he catches, he will trample there” ... In general, there was a rigid hierarchy among the female sex. All of us, seven girls, were divided into three categories: “bitches”, “Bix” and “girlfriends” or “chicks”. Two friends were practically civilian wives of the corresponding bikers with all the attributes - husbands sawing, quarrels over money or household trifles, but they also had a lot of rights - they accompanied civilian husbands in all raids and entertainment. This did not abolish the fact that their partners often redeemed other girls, of course, with the proviso that the girlfriends would not recognize - otherwise grandiose scandals with the participation of the whole crowd erupted. Bixy, there were two of them too, they knew about the life of a small community - washing, cooking, cleaning, etc. They had the right to choose partners, which did not exclude the possibility that they could be raped at any moment. And if one tried to get the title of "girlfriend", then the second, Panicle (nicknamed so, apparently, for the dense unshaven pubic vegetation) was not against it, changing several nights for several beds ...

Morals here were generally simple. If the biker was impatient, then he would grab the girl according to the ranking, drop his pants and get down to business ...

The bitches were the lowest caste. Fortunately, I was a Vedmed thing, unlike the other two bitches - those were called “public”, and they got it - they were being dragged for days on end and everything. I even had a semblance of the name - “Bitch Vedmedya” or simply “Vedmezhya”, while the other two were simply called “Bitch One” and “Bitch Two”. It was easy enough to go into the category of bicks - just asking for a “Steppe Fighters” tattoo on the lower back, and a skull in a bandana typical for them on the left breast. However, none of the females did not ask to do this, I suspect, because I didn’t want to do housework. I, as the property of Vedmed, still had to ask him for permission. But I did not want to receive such jewelry for life ...

We, the bitches, were forbidden to wear any clothes, refuse men anything (I, fortunately — only Vedmed), sit in the presence of men with knees bent, and also had to be half-open mouth, so that means its full readiness for sexual intercourse in any of its manifestations.

Of course, I tried to stay away from my master, but he either found me, or I heard a loud, overlapping all other sounds: “Bitch, where are you? I want to fuck! ”, And I had to humiliate myself humbly to avoid flogging ...And there, depending on the Vedmed's whim, I was either given in the mouth, or forced to jump on a huge penis, or put on cancer, or laid out where necessary, since access to the body was provided immediately - due to lack of clothes ... And everything it does not matter how much the audience is around ... Especially Vedmed loved, after eating, take a couple of bottles of beer and lie back in the car seat almost to the prone position, and forced me to suck. Unfortunately, he could be so crazy about hours - sucking beer and enjoying my helpful mouth. And if at first I just diligently slid a ring of lips over a thick trunk and carelessly caressed the purple pommel tongue, then, alas, gradually the huge tool began to provoke me, and soon I was sucking, purring with pleasure and covering my eyes with pleasure. And then the male member, hard and powerful, brought me into a frenzy ... From me it began to flow, like from a drainpipe, and I, burning with humiliation, that I do this for all, I started to caress myself with marigolds, moaning, pulling on wet folds, and sometimes fucking yourself with your fingers ...

Basically, this kind of intercourse - “under beer” - was limited to a blowjob and a pair of my modest orgasms with a dick in my mouth and fingers into my vagina. But two times Vedmed expressed a desire, as he put it, “taste the ass of his bitch.” Then I had to climb on him and, closing my eyes from the shame that I was doing this under curious glances, and from the delight that a huge organ would penetrate into me, almost tearing in half, to sit down on my fat cock with my ass. And then, to the joy of those around me, I rolled the concert out of groans and screams, wriggling on a stake piercing me and falling into an uncontrolled orgasm. And when, at one of the moments, Vedmed ordered one of the bitches to caress me between my legs, I thought that I would die from pleasure. I was so stuck on a dick that my pussy with wet sounds spanked on the lips and cheeks of a bitch-two, while still trying to lick my lower lips ... Yes, another biker, seeing such a thing, tucked her and began to fuck hard, inflicting merciless blows . I so lifted up, continuously ending. I crawled on the body of Vedmeda, which was terribly stretching my ass, my sex lips jiggly poked in antiphase into the face of Suki-two, which rhythmically sent forth coarse butting dicks into her vagina ...

I thought that my heart would break first from pleasure, and then from shame, when I, still trembling from fading shocks inside, shot from the member in front of everyone, and out of me Vedmeda who was sitting in the ass flowed ...

But my dark angel terribly liked what was happening ...

In general, Natasha and I argued a lot about why Vedmed continues to want me as a schoolboy - he just didn’t let my vagina, butt and mouth rest, using them almost all the time when I was in the lair. Usually, most of the men who raped me or forced me to intimacy due to the spell began to treat me just like a beautiful sexy woman — maybe they wanted my body, but they didn’t create any more lewdness, the attitude became respectful, and I clearly knew: without my consent, they no longer have me. The spell immediately weakened the craving for my body, leaving it within reasonable limits. Natashka also objected that the effect of the spell is that the men who beat me return to the state that was before the sexual intercourse. And if Vedmed was handed me as his own sex toy, his attitude continues to be the same - he was supposed to fuck me from the very beginning, so he fucks ...

But in the morning I almost even liked sex ... I mean psychologically ... Alas, physically my body stubbornly let me down always, and I still turned into a lascivious fallen bitch driven by carnal desires, it was worth only a man for me though to eatBut in the morning, under a blanket, when Vedmed just dragged my carcass and put it on the penis, it was good! It was almost intimate - because the other two couples did not see what he did with me, and only mine ...