The first thought was to go to the police. Let them find out there further, who and why keeps two girls in slavery. The fact that there are only two, I strongly doubted. At the congress was attended by at least ten girls networkers - all, as on the selection, young, pretty, dressed up in a business-like sexually: in tight, on heels, with a neckline. Sweet candy for fat cats.

The terrible picture of the underground sect gradually loomed in my mind. Once a week, girls pass the proceeds. They line up with down pants and skirts. Pantyhose strapped to the knees, panties limit pitch. Their bare tummies, butts, pubes glisten, smeared with cream. Angela says cream in order not to itch. Smooth vaginas are tightly sewn with steel springs, locks dangling from the front, thrown into the clitoris. Bees worked all week to deserve rest. An indifferent client has worn them in the ass and in the mouth - this is what the beloved guy wants, the fictional Master of a non-existent domination game. They lied to the left and to the right, twisted as best they could to put down the vigilance of the client, calm his anxieties, make him spend more. After all, they like such a relationship. The owner requires fucking on the side, and they are happy to try. They serve male buyers, pollinate pistils, taking nectar over and over again. And it doesn't matter that the vagina is sewn up. After all, there is the ass - the cherished forbidden fruit, which, with proper development, functions just as well. “Even better,” the client thinks. - For anal take more. And there are only fifty dollars, and no one is looking at the clock. ” The girl comes with her grease in her purse, lays out the goods on the table, is smoking in a chair. Net sale. And fucking in the ass with the ending in the mouth - this is a personal matter of each Saba, played in submission.

“If the girls wanted, they themselves would have told the police,” I thought.

But even if they could not declare, there was another reason why I reluctantly considered the option with the police. The fact is that I actively mowed off the army. Active means you were looking for me.

***

On Sunday, instead of Angela, Zlata unexpectedly arrived.

“Angela fell ill,” the dark-haired beauty frowned, taking off her slim beige coat.

- How? - I trampled in front of her in the hallway, not knowing where to put my hands and what to offer. The big girl promised on the phone that she would come, and a stern girl stuck in her place. I wanted to discuss options, prepared a speech, arguments.

Zlata ignored my question and, looking into the hall, tiredly asked:

- you one pack or two? - scorned the old section, TV. - It looks like one, because there is no one else here? - she went forward to the sofa, turned around, defiant straightened his shoulders. She was wearing a black striped trouser suit. She hated me with every fiber of her soul. Her eyes threw lightning, a detached look said about one thing: "Let's end with this as soon as possible, asshole."

But she was standing in that very well-known pose of Angela, as if to say: “You can take me as you like. Just try not to tear the clothes and not to hurt. ”

Slowly approaching the panther with a banknote in his hand:

- I want you to undress. Fully. And lay down on the sofa.

Zlata Babich frowns in disbelief, pursing her lips:

- Well if you say so.

She is a hackneyed, fucked distributor of model looks. Tired even on Sunday morning. The languid movements with which she takes off her clothes - so the female prisoners are preparing to go to the bath. Finally, she remains completely naked.The perfect slim body slouches slightly under the yoke of sadness, an indifferent wistful look slides along the walls in protest. Golden lock sticks out of the clitoris, like a brooch from the navel, like a slider fly. The steel rod snakeskin rings the beautiful vagina of a beauty. She is a baby with baby breasts, baby ass, legs and a big adult grudge hidden deep in the soul. Buyer is boring. He already invites friends to have sex with crazy BDSM-shchitsy, because some Master wants to. Other people's games do not lead to good. They let a sexy babe in a circle. Even for the better, that her cunt is sewn up, they think. No need to steam, where to stick dick. Let the Boss fuck her in pleasure, today they will fuck her into the remaining holes. She's not working for money, she calls herself Slave, love is driven by this bitch. So get the humiliation and domination, we will teach you to appreciate the pleasure, bitch. Your Boss will use boiling water when he finds out how we exhausted the five of you here, alternately taking turns at the back every two to three minutes, so as not to cause premature discharge. After us, any touch of the Master will seem to you a heavenly delight, any orgasm presented to them will make you the happiest bitch in the world.

- Do you like such a relationship?

- Yes, - Zlata like a frog folds her legs, pressing her knees to her chest.

I already blindfolded her with a scarf in order to carry out my plans. Babich winces, hands stretching the greased buttocks to the sides, preparing to receive guests. The sphincter funnel fearfully retracts, banded with a pisse, roughly darned red-hot, with a matchstick thick, twisted, impenetrable - the girl can only urinate through the folds of the labia.

I attach myself to these folds with my lips, lick the hardened spring to put down my guard, to melt the ice in our silence. The girl shudders, straining with her whole body, does not immediately calm down, my tongue did not move inwards a jot, but obviously the baby is very nice, it seems that a shadow of a smile appeared on her pale face. I don't know what they were talking about with Angela. I do not know if she knows that I know. Zlata did not say anything when she took off her panties, appearing before me in all its glory.

- Are you a slave too? - I pretended to be surprised.

“Yes,” she nodded, not embarrassed.

“Do you have a Master with Angela?”

“No, they are different,” Zlata angrily straightened her hairpin, took a tube of grease from her bag. - Will you be a blowjob or immediately in the ass?

- In the ass, lie down on the sofa. Can I tie your eyes with a scarf, otherwise I'm too shy?

And here she lies in front of me, blindfolded, ready for anal mating, and I caress her as much as I can. I pull the lock with my mouth, I flirt with my hands with a spring, my fingers massage the dammed area of ​​the vagina. The girl is pleased, she arches her back, her nipples are swollen. It is unlikely that she was counting on such treatment. Now I have to wait.

I pull huge nippers out from under the sofa, borrowed from my brother, who works at the service station. Consultation with him about the hacking of miniature locks was not in vain. Open the Japanese lock with a pin will not work. Spartacus was tired of freeing the slaves.

But not me!

A miniature, with a nail the size of a lock, with an engraved hieroglyph, gilded, stood in the skilled hands of the master. The main thing is not to miss and not to eat the clitoris, otherwise I will not see the open vagina as their ears. The girl will scream from the pain and run away, she was so tense when she learned about the scarf. Now lies motionless under me, waiting for me to start fucking in the ass.

- Click! - a hardened rod with the thickness of a match head can hardly be pressed against a two-tooth monster.

“The main lever in the pliers is the words of the brother in the head. “The longer the handles, the greater the lever.”

Zlata bounces, tears the scarf off her eyes.

- What? What have you done! - stares in amazement at the huge nippers.

I sit in front of her on my knees, with an erect member in a condom - I had to somehow divert attention. Poked into it all the time while working.

- Do you even understand what I will now for this? - she speaks in horror in syllables. Nervously covers her face with both hands, sighs heavily.- Well, who asked you, eh? Say, - looks at me with a murderous gaze, furiously throwing sparks from wet eyes. - What do you think, the most intelligent?

My dick quickly loses firmness, falls off, the condom wrinkles, slips. I smile like a fool, the inventor of the atomic bomb.

“You can blame everything on me,” I break a brief silence. “I don’t know how much time you have, but while you’re here, you can masturbate if you want.” I'm not going to bother you, I hurt, damn hurt. A smile slips from his face. I get up, put on shorts, an undershirt, move to the kitchen.

- Dima, wait, - she stops me at the door with a powerful gentle voice. - Do you know something?

I turn around, meet her eyes:

- There is no master. You are doing this because you are being forced, - I conclude the phrase with a derogatory look. I am cruel, there is no mercy to ungrateful slaves.

“This is not quite true ...” she is afraid, she is studying me intently before continuing to lie: “There really isn’t a master, but nobody forces me.”

Hmkuyu with a grin:

“Then why are you doing this?”

- It sells better.

- What are the locks for?

- Guys like it.

I am silent, skeptical grin.

- It is clear, - it is clear that I got out. - And I like without a lock. But nobody asked me.

She blurs for the first time in an emerald smile.

- I also like without a lock.

I could freak her with questions endlessly, trying to bring her to clean water. It is all one lie in its lies one contradiction. But she is afraid, she can be forgiven. Whom I can't forgive, it's Muller.

- Do you want to caress you there?

She smiles and suddenly blushes.

- Of course I want.

I went up to her, I sit next to her. Together we take out the broken lock and spring. Her fingers are trembling, her hands have fallen, she is all burning. I do not know from what, from fear, from excitement. The pads got so cold. I kiss her gently on the lips, she wraps her around my neck.

I slowly cover her childish body with tender kisses, dropping lower and lower. Nipples poured brown darkness. Zlata arches her back in the waist, her hot body wriggles in her hands. I kiss the tummy, I crawl to the pubis. Black-browed beauty opens her mouth, licks her sponge, bites the lower sponge, our eyes meet. When my tongue finds a distended distended clitoris, I know that it is all in my power.

Zlata was shielded from the wall of work, at work there is no place for emotions. Only not now. I slowly bring it to life, I deduce the alphabet in a language.

A - the look of a wild cat is full of pleadings.

B - she pleads not to stop.

B - all trembles

G - as if an electric shock pierces her body.

D - she grabs my hair

E - children's thighs painfully squeeze the head

F - the longest letter, the most delicious.

Z - Zlata is her letter, she ends up loudly on it.

Fiercely fighting with me to the last, trying to break free, crush my head, slip into the country of dreams. A wild cat's cry, an endless, drawn-out, rolling into a moan, accompanies an excessively prolonged orgasm. She is strong, devil. If I had not been twice as much, I would hardly have kept it.

I lie with a fold of the clitoris in my mouth, Zlata seems to have lost consciousness, only sometimes she moves her hand, opening her eyelids. I have not seen a fuller expression in my life.

“Now I understand why Angela fell ill,” she chirps slowly, watching me. - You are a dangerous person, Dima Chernenko.

I stretch into a smile. We still have time to verify this statement.