ass, - Bob, tell my aunt that you're ok? Oh yes ...

Removing the hand, the Creator moves the clawed vampire back and unbuckles the gag strap on the back of the blonde's head, then pulls out the gag. Viscous filaments of saliva are pulled after. The girl coughs, wants to swallow, but can not close her mouth - ligaments are stretched, it takes time to recover.

- Vasyan! Are you okay?

“Ah ... ake,” she replies after all. The creator approvingly slaps the girl on the cheek, then loudly, relishly kisses her forehead. Now in his behavior there is absolutely no that ostentatious theatrical chivalry that at first. There was some unpleasant swagger. Alcohol from him does not smell at all, but his eyes shine as if they dripped oil.

- Well, clever - in his hand the second gag, like a horse harness. - Which of the three of you wear?

“Put on yourself,” I snarl. Did this person I recently wanted to shiver in his knees?

I leave the room. In the kitchen, someone is firmly staring right on the table, jingling with cups and wowing like an owl. It seemed to me, or the one to whom they inserted, eggs dangling between the legs? Silently taking a packet of juice, returning to the room, on the way pushing the bedroom door. Locked up Apparently, someone else still crumbs restraint.

Shorn on the couch screaming and twitching. The predator pressed her face into the coverlet and held her both wrists with her other hand, while the fat man pressed the cork dry in her ass. Passing by, I do a good deed - I pour the juice from the bag on the reddened buttocks. The cork enters immediately, with a smacking sound, a beautiful pied tail of an unknown beast sticks out outside.

“Our man,” the Predator says approvingly. I think he likes me. And already heard it.

The room is swinging. It can be seen, those half a glass of vodka just now finally got to my brain. I find a quiet haven - a chair pushed to the very corner. From here there is a beautiful view of the back of hanging Vasilisa. Now it is already licked by two. There are no white panties, legs are attached with straps to a steel tube, a strut, and divorced so widely that I see a plug of the anal plug in her ass. The rope was slightly weakened, now the feet are firmly on the floor, and this fact makes me feel better, as if it was my ligaments, muscles and tendons that were resting. The back and buttocks of the girl are covered with purple scars - they beat her again with a whip. The greedy is now kneeling in front of her, licking the gap, sometimes sticking her hand between her legs and touching the stopper plug. Vasilisa quietly moans in response. Near Chechen, doing something with her breasts, caressing her neck with her lips. My legs are hot and humid. I can feel it with my fingers, although I don’t remember how my hand was there. And it does not matter. Having unbuttoned the button on the jeans, I put my hand inside, find the pea of ​​the clitoris, and begin to caress myself, watching the vampire and Chechen fuck the blonde.

Chechen, facing me, catches my eyes. Whispering something to the Cormorant, lifts Vasya and turns her face to me. The actor needs a spectator, and the guys on the couch are too busy with each other. Now I see what he did with her breasts - her nipples are pinched with clips, each with a few needles from syringes. The clips are connected by a thin chain, long, two more are attached to it below, these clutching at the girl’s labia with tiny teeth, spreading them in a depraved way, so that the pink flesh of the small lips and the hood covering the clitoris are visible. The chain is stretched, so the girl has to slouch a little, and still her tits are drawn downwards. Chechen pulls her hair, forcing her to straighten up and then bend back. She screams when the chain is taut. The crack opens even stronger, and the nipples, it seems, is about to come off. From the inflamed whimsical gag of the mouth, saliva flows, dripping on the chest. Disgusting spectacle. But why so exciting?

- Fascinating, yes? - male whisper right in my ear. I twitch in surprise, I do not recognize the voice, but two warm hands lie on my shoulders, pressing down to the chair, and then one hand of a man standing behind me squeezes my chest, gently but tangibly squeezing through a T-shirt. - You know, I once read about a curious experiment. On one side of the path they planted a rose bush, and on the other they laid a rotting cat corpse, which the worms ate. People were allowed along the path and watched in which direction they would look. And do you know how many of them looked at the rose bush?
The palm gets under a t-shirt, the nipple pulls. I still do not know who exactly is playing with my body right now, and it excites me so that I begin to moan his arm movements to the beat, and even my own, tormenting the clitoris, is now moving in its rhythm. Hot breath tickles the ear, responds with goosebumps.

- And how many? - I ask quietly.
“None,” the man whispers separately, running his tongue into my ear, and then biting his earlobe, “Everyone was looking at a dead cat. People like the aesthetics of the disgusting, which is why Pakhomovka and its ilk will never go out of style. Watch her!
I look. On my dead cat named Vasilisa. Gus approaches her. Strange, but I was almost sure that he was behind the chair right now. He has a cigarette in his hand. Again, strange, he does not smoke. One by one, he pulls out the needles from the girl's left nipple. She moans. So do I. Having unhooked a clip from a nipple, Uzhraty, having slapped fingers, rumples a girl's nipple, squeezing out drops of blood. The fingers of the stranger under my t-shirt repeat the movement. Oh damn ... I think Gus specially stood up so that I saw everything. Smoldering cigarette butt is approaching the girl's nipple. She sees this, twitches, trying to pull away, but Chechen stands behind her ...

When the butt touches the nipple, we shout together. I - short and scared, Vasilisa - loudly, painfully, excitedly. It smells like burnt meat. I try to jump, but the strong hand of the man again presses me into the chair. In normal condition, I would easily break out. But now the sudden movement of the room begins to spin, and I fall back exhausted. What's wrong with me at all?
- Do not go. Otherwise you will take its place. Now they are like beasts - a whisper in my ear. The voice of reason.
The stranger's hand continues to caress my chest. Excitement has not gone anywhere, on the contrary, now I feel it even sharper. The rope holding the victim loosens the tension. The girl falls forward, Uzhraty picks up her, lowers her to his knees. Vasya’s hands are on his chest, after she’s been hanging for several hours, the girl’s body hurts so much, now she’s covered with a sickly body. My arms and shoulders will be especially painful, but I am glad that her torment has finally ended.

Uzhraty squats down, supporting the girl. She is crying. He gently runs his hand over her face, erasing tears, and says something. I can not hear the whole phrase, just one word, said a little louder. Knapweed.
And then he spits in her face.
Together with Chechen, they put a girl in cancer. Her hands are not held, and then the Grudge falls on all fours, and Vasya is attached on top, so that she lies across the vampire's back with her breast, as if on a stand. Pulling the cork out of Vasilisa's anus, Chechen inserts a cock into her ass. What makes Uzhrat, I do not see, but I guess. He pulls down his jeans, kneeling in front of the girl. I can see how his buttocks are tense when he takes her in a gagged mouth, holding her hair. It is so similar to what was recently on the balcony. I still feel the taste of his penis in the mouth. Damn, I literally feel everything they are doing with her now!
Excitement reaches a peak, I bend in my chair, my hand pulls at the clitoris, I finish with a shriek, my head thrown back, and finally I see the face of the man standing behind the chair. Creator. Could and guess.

I crawl back into the chair, wet, with a pounding heart. The picture before the eyes is swimming. But I understand that now this whole show is primarily for me. I don’t know why. Vasilisa makes muffled deaf moans, chokes with a member of Uzhrat. He is pressed into her throat stronger, I see how his hips are tense.It lasts and lasts. The nails on the hands of the victims turn blue. The blonde is beating in agony. Chechen ends, pulling a member, pinches him in a fist, pouring sperm on the back of a girl. I smell her. The victim twitches, because the muscles have not yet returned to the tone, is not very strong, but the Grudge nearly falls, and the guys have to make efforts to keep the body desperately struggling for life.

To strangle a person, you need at least six minutes. Sometimes ten to twelve. Vasilise is missing seven. I see how her agony gradually fades, how cramps become less frequent, and how her skin turns pale. Then Uzhraty lets go of her hair, gets up. Now I see her face. Sperm flows from the open mouth to the floor. Lips, tongue - blue. Blue eyes are wide open - people often look surprised, dying. Subconsciously, each of us is convinced of our own immortality. Now it seems so funny to me ... It can still be saved, but ... I don't care. Consciousness slowly, but so sweetly rolls into darkness ...

Epilogue.
I wake up from the noise of the engine. There is some kind of nice music playing on the radio, the sun is shining in the eyes. In the mouth - Sahara, treated with sulfur, nitrate and enriched with uranium. Hardly tearing loose eyelashes. I remember well everything that happened at night. And I'm afraid I woke up in the trunk, halfway into the woods. But no, it's dark in the trunk.
- Morning you, Sonya.
Horrible
- Padla.
- Why? - he is genuinely surprised.
- You promised...
- Promised. And done. Has anyone offended you, Major?

Nobody hurt me. And yes, he again did not lie. There is absolutely nothing to find fault with. Except, perhaps, one thing.
- What was in vodka?
- Nothing special. Some trunks. Just a little bit. You had to relax. Water and aspirin, by the way, next to the seat.
I finally finally open my eyes. Disgustingly hearty Uzhraty driving my car pulls up to my house. I am in the back, next - a liter bottle of mineral water and an opened blister of tablets. And a pack of photos. I'm with a whip. I'm on the balcony. I'm in the chair. I and Vasilisa ...
“There is a video too, of course,” says Gus, parking a car at my door. - Do you want to become a star "Pahomovki"? I think it is not necessary to explain that when the girl is declared wanted, it is necessary to look for her not very carefully?
- No, not a fool.
- I know you are a smart girl. And suck cool. Come on, until the evening. We will disagree.

Slams the door. Bitch, as in the brain. I swallow two aspirin tablets at once, filling it with half a bottle of water. From the rear-view mirror, a pretty woman under thirty stained, smeared with smeared mascara, looks. Major of Justice. Yesterday I had a good rap in every sense. The death of an unfamiliar girl on this background looked somewhat faded. Yes, by thirty, thoroughly imbued with life-giving cynicism. And even you begin to enjoy the aesthetics of the abominable. What's next?
To hell with Pakhomovka.