1. Hell Natella. Part 1
  2. Hell Natella. Part 2
  3. Hell Natella. Part 4
  4. Hell Natella. Part 5
  5. Hell Natella. Part 6
  6. Hell Natella. Part 8
  7. Hell Natella. Part 9
  8. Hell Natella. Part 10

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for a long time. The girl behind the cube was planted on a chain to the ceiling, and an electric plug for chasing cattle hung on a string next to each passing person could use it ... The fact that the plug was used more than once was indicated by small round double bruises on her body.

She and Albina walked along the same stand to the place where they met together. Bar stools, standing at the counter were of two kinds. Some, leather, soft, with back, were clearly for visitors. Others without a back - with a curved U-shaped seat, to more conveniently fuck the slave sitting on it. Yes, and with two removable dildo centimeters 15, of normal size. In one such chair, a black-haired oriental beauty, a long-legged fashion model, just bounced, smiling at a client. The client, a round-headed guy, smiled drunkenly, crushed her nipples and poked his fingers in his brightly colored mouth.

They stopped at the very "edge" of the beam of the star-shaped hall, where two bar counters converged.

- Here you start the route, you get from Mia ... - Albina waved her hand at the beauty-Chinese woman at the counter - ... orders and carry at the tables. The numbering starts from the first left if you look from here. If there are no orders, you load glasses and anything else and ply the hall, if you are without a gag, you ask customers if something is needed.

- How can I boot, hands something ... -

Albina gave her a slap on the chest. - Do not be stupid, whore. You come to her and they will put everything to you. Come on, work. Mia, honey, put on a new contentment. Let's start the countdown. 30 days and if you do everything right - you are at home. - Albina turned around, swinging a thick feather on her hat and shaking her hips disappeared from sight in one of the niches.

- You, come closer! - Mia beckoned with a thin, well-groomed palm with gold-colored nails. Natella approached, hovering a tray over the lower part of the rack. Despite the seemingly thundering music, it was heard well. Miya put two cocktails on a tray, a dildo made of balls of different diameters and a black long pack of cigarettes. - 19 table, go all the time along the left wall, there you figure it out! -

Nata turned around and gently moving her legs moved forward. Chest slightly pulled. - Stay. Back! - The barmaid pressed her hand to the earphone in the ear, shook her head. She dived somewhere behind the bar, put out two tall glasses with nacreous liquid, loaded onto a tray. - 15 table. Everything is alive! Move your hoofs. - and shone on Nata with mirror gold of nails, as if driving away a fly.

The tray has become noticeably heavier. Nipples ached. Nata, just in case, slightly leaned back so as not to drop the load. She began to realize that for the misdeeds there are taking days. More precisely add extra to release. True, she had never heard of someone who would have been in such a terrible and strange place ... Maybe if someone was really released, then they were intimidated by the return, and they were silent? I wanted to believe that from here, wherever this “here” would be, you can still escape ...

She moved along the bar counter, then went niche booths, some empty, some occupied, where in the erotic reddish twilight someone raped someone, humiliated, wounded others, or thrust his hands in any inappropriate places ...

The red carpet on the floor was interrupted in some places by glass inserts with red illumination from the inside. Golden-sided lentil inserts resembled a stylized image of the vagina, with a tiny flap-flap, and behind the glass in transparent water, illuminated in red, “gas masks” swam - girls with masks on their faces, with a waving cloud of hair mixed with a veil. From the masks stretched the hose to the flap, it seems for breathing.Nata saw how a visitor came to one of these hatches, a stout bald man in wrinkled trousers and open shirt. With one hand, he pawed a short, thin girl with a disheveled shock of curly brown hair, whose large, tear-stained blue eyes, surrounded by the stains of the flowed carcass, seemed to bear all the pain of the universe. In his second hand he had a cigarette. From the burn marks on the girl's chest, Nath understood how he applied it. And he himself watched a girl’s body beating under a glass in a narrow coffin filled with water, unable to either sigh or tear off the hose with his hands tied to stop his torment.

The fluid inside was apparently all the same not water, as the girls, who spent a lot of time under water, did not look soaked. The skin remained completely normal. Bald drunkenly giggled, looking at how the body in a twitch under the water in a mask, then removed his foot from the valve. The girl under the water desperately breathed, trying to compensate for the loss of oxygen. Her breasts poured up like blacksmiths. The man ran his hand into the hair of his slave and, bending it down, made her crouch over the flap. What he said to her was not audible because of the strange acoustics of the hall, which cut off the sounds of music waves, but she shook her head, showing that she understood, pulled herself up and began to urinate directly into the air intake funnel. The jet was red, and it is not clear, from the red environment, from the light pouring from under the water, or from the blood of the broken insides of the slave ... The body under the glass twitched, and what happened next, Nat did not see, passing by. And she was almost happy that she was not paid attention.

A couple of niche booths were empty; in one more two busty lesbians showed up, satisfied, drunk, squeezing and kissing each other tired rather than passionately. On the loins of one was fastened a large thick dildo, and the second followed Nat with a brilliant gaze out of the gloom and returned to the kisses of her girlfriend. Under their feet, on the glass inset over another "drowned woman" lay a third one, a slave or a visitor — not to disassemble. She slept, lying on her stomach, widely spreading his beautiful legs, between which a thick cylindrical tail of a transparent rubber member was sticking out of her vagina. Red reflections with highlights from the water ran over the inner surface of her thighs, illuminating the insides of her pink tunnel through the transparent rubber of the dildo. It looks like this hellish club was having a day, or morning, in general, visitors were mostly mostly dispersed or passed out, the most persistent remained.

Finally Nat got to 15 booths. To her surprise, there were two quietly sitting at a table - a decently dressed man in black, a changing black-mirror shadow curled around his head, like a soap bubble, which did not allow him to see his face, but only to see a weak outline and a reflection of the world around; and the woman, judging by the man sitting next to her, is very small in stature, with a large head and sharp, beautiful features of the face — a thin nose, thin lips, a broad, bent face, eyebrows at odds. Neat thin glasses. Small palms ... and a hump. Her back was seriously twisted. The woman did not look frightened, like many slaves that Nat had seen here, but surprised. She looked like a school teacher on a field trip. Poorly dressed, but with taste. Somehow not modern, as if she were from the past. Holding her small palms to her round knees under her short skirt, she looked at her reflection in the mask of a man and listened to what he said. When Nate approached the table and got into the zone of silence - the music was cut off and now it sounded like a wall - the waitress heard the end of the man’s phrase: - ... I ordered two at once. One drink immediately, if not enough, add. Perhaps it will be a little unpleasant, but not painful. And that's it! You are free. Here, already brought. -

The man got up, being on his head taller than Nata, took one of the colored cocktails from the tray, and gave it to his companion. She took, cautiously sniffed.

- Do not worry, you understand that it makes no sense to bait you or solder in such a place.If it took me, I could do this to you - he pointed to Nata - in five minutes. -

The “teacher” decided, exhaled, as if she were going to drink vodka and without stopping blew out the whole glass, with gusto put it on the table and gently with her finger ... Read more →

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