Summary of the previous two parts: Vein was Anka, clever and beautiful. A little arrogant and capricious. And here, by the will of fate, she goes to Hell. Where she quickly explained how to behave properly and where her place. Passing through fire, water and copper members. By making her a real slave, designed to satisfy the lust that was in abundance in Hell. In this part, she will have to endure new trials, and at the end to meet face to face with a real demon. So, drove ...

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Anku was led to a magnificent gloomy building, standing on the edge of the square and protruding directly from the wall of a giant rocky vault. Its windows in the Gothic style glowed faintly, and the majestic stone facade was favorably lit by hanging lamps, which accelerated the surrounding hellish mist.

Passing past the main entrance with a large marble staircase, a company of four men and Anka approached a small door leading to the internal utility rooms adjacent to the side of the building.

There was not a soul around. A light hot breeze blew pleasantly, lifting small whirlwinds of reddish dust that covered the pavement with a thin layer.

- Let's guys, just quietly, - whispered Rosly to his comrades, - it makes no sense for us to burn with her. For it, they won't stroke my head, it is still unknown what is going on here.

He carefully opened the door, peering inside.

“It seems calm,” he confirmed.

They walked along the courtyard, from which they got into the workshop room with a large number of huge, bellied jugs. Some of them were bubbling loudly, licked with tongues of scarlet flame bursting out of the iron grates under them. Numerous chains with hooks hung from the ceiling, and the air heated by the fire rushed to the pipe hole in the domed smoked ceiling.

“We’ll go through the stoker,” Tall approached a small notch in the side wall and began to descend the inconspicuous spiral staircase there.

They got to the tier below, where there were giant stoves with deposits of firewood and coal.

Two men spinning with shovels at one of the humming stoves, noticing them, smiled and waved their hands in a friendly way.

Leaving the stoker in the dimly curving corridor, they approached their living quarters.

- Well, here we are at home, - Rosly happily exhaled, taking hold of the handle of the entrance door.

- Well! - A ringing female voice sounded from the side and Rosly froze, not having time to open the door.

“And where are we going?” - from around the corner, in the wrong waving light, an approaching slim female figure in high heels appeared.

- Margo, - Brunette smiled, - did something happen? We departed for a while.

“So, so, so,” Margo walked right up close, “and brought the street tatty cat with me.” Well done!

She was a tall, beautiful brunette, obviously enjoying a certain prestige here, with straight hair around her shoulders, dressed in a short translucent peignoir under which narrow panties and a belt for stockings were clearly visible.

“I don’t even know what Arazot will say when she finds out about it,” Margo smiled sweetly, wrinkling her forehead, “I’m afraid someone will not be good enough.”

“But you won't tell him, will you?” - Brunette approached her and conciliatory embraced her by the hips, - tell me what you need, do not mischievous.

“Well, I don’t know ...” Margo coquettishly turned her head, dropping her gaze, touching with her index finger with her index finger to her lovely lips, “I came to you to play, but here it is ...”

- Of course, let's play, - the brunet pulled her close, hugging the flexible waist, - one does not interfere with the other, right? And it will not hurt us, right?

Margo looked interestedly over his shoulder at the bare Anka, who stood with her arms bent over with her hands tied behind her back and in a leather collar.

- And this little animal has a pretty face, and she herself is very much ...

“But Margo is no better than you,” Brunet grinned slyly, interrupting her. One of his hands moved to Margo's chest. “Although you yourself know this very well.”

- Well, let her stay, but after, I'll take her to me. There's just one more place there, ”said Margo capriciously.

- Uh ... - The guy in the shirt wanted to say that Anka will need to be returned to the bar, from where she was taken for a while. But the Shortcut quickly pulled him over by the hand and he stopped talking.

- What? Objections? - Margo looked at them, looking out from behind Brunet.

- No, that you, everything is fine, - Short-cut assured her, - take it to yourself if you like it.

Margo smiled brilliantly again, and Rosly, realizing that the situation was in ruins, opened the door to their living room.

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In the middle of the room was a stool on which she sat, straightening her shoulders and putting her legs on the leg, Margo. In addition to open heeled shoes and black lace stockings in a large mesh with garters stretching to the belt, there was nothing on it. With one hand, she held a leash, fastened to the collar of naked Anka, who was kneeling in front of her, with her hands on the floor and her head up, looking at her mistress. Four men sat in relaxed positions on two sofas nearby and watched the scene. The performance promised to be interesting.

“No, well, this is really entertaining,” Margo said, “several men, quite spoiled by women's attention, brought you here, to the demon's house, at a certain risk. As if there is something in you. Although I can see from your shameless eyes that you are an ordinary whore who only dreams of having her fucked up as the last rubbish.

Margo slowly licked two fingers so that everyone could clearly see. And holding out her hand, she inserted them into Anka’s mouth, forcing them to suck. Anka diligently moved her head, tightly clasping her fingers with wet lips and licking them with her tongue. Her hair, collected in a small tail, swayed in time with the movements. She raised her ass, standing with cancer and spreading her legs, showing her attractive crotch to men.

“Good dog,” Margot praised her, “starting today, I’ll do your training.” I want the boys to like you when they use you. You're a clever girl, you want that too?

Anka's heart pounded harder, and her breathing quickened. She nodded her head, looking into Margo's eyes.

“Okay,” Margo pulled her two fingers out of her mouth and extended her leg, “now suck that.”

Black women's shoe, consisting of several leather straps tight around the leg of Margot, appeared in front of Anka. And Anka, without hesitation, took her in her mouth, as far as it was possible, her mouth was quite distorted, trying to clasp the unusual size.

Margot indulgently admired this, slowly put her shoe in his heel on the floor so that the toe remained raised. And Anka, stretching behind the shoe, resting her hands on her hands, was forced to bow her head to the floor itself, still bending the narrow back and sticking out her beautiful ass. Continuing to suck on a shoe, putting your mouth on it.

- Well, boys, it's time for you to play with this stupid little creature, - Margo looked around at the audience and, smiling, stopped at Roslom, who was already starting to get the dick out of her pants.

She reached forward, running her hands along the Ankin's excised body, turning over each rib, running along the waist and over the thighs, putting her palms on her butt pulled to the ceiling, spreading her fingers wider than her buttocks.

“Look how she tries and humiliates herself in front of you,” continued, smiling, taking Margo in a measured way, looking at Rosly, “she is already waiting for her to be used by the gross male power that will subordinate her and will not leave a single chance of mercy.

The tall one pushed off the couch with one elastic movement.

“I don't know who taught you this, Margo ....”