We pounced on ambush girls. Sanya dragged abutting brunette, I got a blonde. I easily grabbed it across the body, squeezed my mouth with my other hand and dragged it to the basement. The girl did not even have time to understand how we tied her to a pipe with a friend. The basement was the perfect place for what we had in mind. If you close the heavy, iron-studded door, then, as if you didn’t shout inside, there is not a sound in a few steps outside. A single light bulb illuminated the basement, albeit a fairly bright one. There was something like a warehouse, there were bales along the walls, but the middle was free. As a sexodrome, we were going to use a pile of sand on one of the walls, and instead of a sheet - a few rags from a pile of rags. There were also several heavy paint cans, a pair of which we immediately barred on the door. Two pipes passed along the wall opposite to the door, one at the level of the ass, the other at the level of the shoulders. We tied the hands of girls to the top, as if crucified them on a wall. Then they thoroughly searched the captives, at the same time, attacking them, and took the phones and everything that could have passed for a weapon.

Having finished the necessary preparations, we paused, looking at our victims. The blonde looked as if she was about to faint. Brunette kept better.

- Well, what, - Sanyaok turned to me - with what start, with blonde or with little dark?

- We will scream - brunette made it clear that she was ready to fight.

- Shout. No one will hear you.

- Aaaa! Help!

- SchA help. Tank, - Sanya turned to me by a fictitious nickname - this little dark girl turned me on. Let's start with it.

He approached her and, clutching her hair, lifted his head up. The girl immediately fell silent.

“Do you know what my nickname is?” My name is Razor. Guess why? I have a knife and I love to cut. We can do everything in a good or bad way. How do you want?

- Nn-in a good way.

- Okay - Sanya untied her hands. - Undress.

Suddenly the captive rushed to the door. Sanya intercepted her halfway and hit her in the stomach, lightly, but she bent and fell to her knees. A blonde with horror, even his mouth opened. We again tied the captive's hands to the pipe. Sanya, without much ado, pulled her skirt up to her belt, lowered it, then completely removed her panties from the girl. He sat down, spat straight into her pussy, then rose and began to get attached. With a sharp push, he stuck his dick in the balls. The girl screamed. Sanya hands grabbed her legs and lifted up, and from the jolts of the left leg banged on the head tied next girlfriend. To say that she was in shock means to say nothing. She stood, turned away and desperately screwed up her eyes. And if she could, she probably would have closed her ears, because her friend was moaning loudly as a martyr. I still noticed a couple of quick glances thrown by a blonde on fuckers. Even at dusk it was noticeable how the girl turned red.

Brunette partially leaned ass on the lower tube, partly hung with his hands tied. Fucking in such a pose was still very inconvenient, and probably painful, so she began to ask her to untie, promising not to rip anymore, like, what now.

- Well, look - Sanya untied her - and then something else I will break.

- No, no, please, no need, I will not be anymore - the brunette assured her with dismay

- Then take off your clothes.

She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a tight green T-shirt with a print of some English rock band. The girl pulled the shirt over her head and threw it on the ground. The shirt was followed by a bra, a skirt. It was not the first time when I saw a girl undressing, but this striptease in the circle of light in a dim basement excited me like no other. The figure, I must say, the brunette was a great, already fully formed female. Yes, and pretty face. Wavy hair to the shoulders, very low, full-breasted, steep thighs, and not a drop of excess fat. The girl's pussy was shaving, so the slit was clearly visible, framed by well-developed labia.

- Can I leave my shoes? It's dirty here.

- You can, - Sanya also undressed, leaving only a mask and sneakers - got cancer.

The girl rested her hands on the lower tube, and her head against the wall. Sanya perched behind and rhythmically moved his pelvis. I went to the blonde on the other hand, so as not to block the couple, and began gently running my hand over her cheek, forcing the girl to stand back and shrink from fear.

- Open your eyes - she did not listen, and I rewarded her with a slight slap in the face. - Open up! Like this. Well, goat, you will break or just give.

She burst into tears.

- Please do not. I still ... I haven't had anyone yet.

- Do not fucking.

- True. Dasha tell them.

Dasha was not up to it, but she still confirmed through sighs.

- Yes, she is virgin.

- How do you really know how? Seen? What are you, lick each friend?

- What? - the girl even stopped crying from such an unexpected thought - No, of course not. We learn together.

- Why are you staggering on construction sites, schoolgirls?

- We went to the movies.

- Ha! So how do you like this movie.

The blonde looked at her friend, but did not answer. Horror splashed in her wide blue eyes.

- But I do not believe that she is a girl - Inserted his word Sanya.

He just came out of the brunette and was dragging her now to a pile of sand. The dick, shining from grease, rocked the red head from side to side, mesmerizing the blonde. Sanya threw the brunette on the ground, spread her legs and leaned on top. She moaned again.

- Let him prove it.

- Well, what, will you show or will we fuck right away? - I asked the girl.

- I'll show you - she squeaked and burst into tears again.

I untied her hands and pushed her into a circle of light.

“Just try it.”

The girl was dressed in a cream dress, modest, with a skirt below the knees. It was here that Sanya wheezed, died out, and froze. Then he got up and walked over to us, bringing the brunette with him.

- Show everyone? Maybe someone alone?

What a naive.

- Everyone.

She stood and roared, and then Sanya approached her, unzipped the zipper and pulled the dress to her feet.

- Well, why should we do everything for you? Farther.

Does not obey. It is, eyes closed, roars.

- You - I turned to the brunette. - Drop off her pants.

- Dasha, do not.

Dasha, having decided that now it is better to listen to me, came up and pulled off her panties from her friend. She immediately closed her palms pubis. Here is a fool.

- Well you wanted to show. Show - I ordered in a hoarse voice.

She did not decide everything, but then Sanya, who was standing behind, would slap her ass. The girl screamed, almost fell, entangled in a dress, but she moved her hands on her ass.

- Bra, too, take off.

- But why?

- Are you stupid, or what? Then, that I said so.

The girl looked around in bewilderment. Surely she noticed that a member of Sanka at the sight of her striptease again began to pour blood, and my pants have long been bristling. But there was no place to help her. Naked, raped girlfriend stood side by side.

The blonde blonde, nevertheless, took off herself, slapping no longer wanted. In this case, however, in every way covered breasts. Like, pussy promised to show, and the breast, no, no. No, really stupid, why in her opinion, we forced her to undress, so as not to see anything?

- Hands lowered. Quickly! - in a closed room, my voice sounded very loud.

Shout acted, she stood at attention. Sanya came up to me to appreciate the blonde and the front.

- Look, she has blond hair on her pussy too.

- And look, what legs. Longer than that.

- But ass and boobs less.

- Yes, that one still has big circles around the nipples, and this one has very small nipples.

The girl stood in a circle of light, closing her eyes, and shivered finely. During our dialogue, she turned red as a cancer, finally, could not stand it, and covered herself with her hands.

- So, Razor, take out the knife, it seems, the bitch in a good way does not understand.

- Do not - she lowered her hands and opened her eyes.

- All right, now lie down there - ...