My adventure has failed. The canary was so used to the golden cage that it refused to fly away.

“It's cold there, hungry and not fucked in all holes,” Babich scolded goodbye.

And although in fact she was silent and puffed loudly while she was clasping the vagina, catching the broken lock on the stretched clitoris, by her gloomy expression of the face it was clear without words that my plan had failed. Babich did not intend to part with the shackles. She flew off as tightly as darned as she had come, with the only difference being that she was now facing an unpleasant meeting with Muller. And I could only guess what punishment awaits the distributor, consumed to the bone.

I was angry with her, I was sorry and I was angry. Called Angela.

- I'm going to the prosecutor's office. Are you with me?

The reaction of the big girl plunged into shock.

- Dimochka, are you out of your mind? You thought it all up, she began gently. - Well, we had sex a couple of times, but this does not mean that I should meet with you now. Can you not calm down? You chase me, call at night, watch over the porch. You're crazy, look at yourself - she theatrically raised her voice to a nasty squeal. - Invented some kind of lock. And then what? Handcuffs, chain, doghouse? You know what they do with such perverts in prisons? Do you want me to write a statement to you? - and hung up.

They were all scared. Angela, Zlata, other girls. Worked in the same bundle, lied recklessly. For most customers, bdsmchitsy become easy prey, an unexpected anal surprise on Sunday, a blowjob with a discharge in the mouth. No one climbed into their souls, did not try to unbutton the vagina, which always remained locked. The client selfishly fucked them, not caring about the feelings, not feeling guilty for the poor.

"After all, they are physically limited in getting an orgasm, so you can relax and not hurry anywhere," the client reasoned.

And if someone from the buyers suddenly came up with the foolish idea of ​​freeing the Slave, the girls immediately became a wall in defense of private property owned by the Master.

“It’s only one of them to give a hint how they will immediately take me into circulation,” I submitted, as an investigator for particularly important cases, summoning me his line for questioning and oppression:

“Why did you decide to hang citizen A. on the vagina?”

For the same reason, I didn’t want to tell my brother. After all, if Zlata or Angela is taken to the clinic for examination and suddenly it turns out that the castle is really hanging or jolly and that the applicant’s brother, not the company's director, is to blame, then they will sue me as a particularly dangerous maniac pervert. And there is a prison article cock. After all, no one will believe me, no one.

“I need proof, not empty words,” thought contritely, tormented by doubts.

And then I decided. I could not sit back, shake and wait.

"Be what will be," I thought, dialing the Muller number.

- Pavel Valerievich, hello, - I began. - This is Dima Chernenko bothering you.

- A, hello Dima. Something happened? - the old badger turned on a very busy director.

- Yes, it happened. Today I tried to free Zlata, broke her lock, - I began as calmly as possible. “But I’m not calling about this,” here I waited expectantly.

He also remained neutral, cleared his throat, pretending that he might have missed my confession past his ears.But the longer he snuffled, the more he agreed with his involvement in slavery, and then I decided not to torture him, not to inflate the conflict. After all, a quarrel with Muller was not part of my plans.

- I think I have already studied the network sales business enough and are ready to move up the corporate ladder. What do you say to that?

“Maybe, maybe,” Muller was still doing a scattered look, as if in parallel with talking on the phone, he was still watching a very interesting football game and was about to bark: “Goal!”

- I would like to help your business make more money, expand its sales network, increase cash flow. I have all the qualities for this: commitment, hard work, desire to learn. If necessary, I am even ready to contact law enforcement agencies to protect your business from external attacks.

Then I stopped again. Everything I had to say, I said.

“Now it's your turn, goat!” - I forgot to breathe with excitement.

“Well, I'll think about it,” muttered Muller, and hung up.

He was scared, my plan worked! The knight's move came right under the gut, right in the very temechko. Short nasty beeps emphasized the hopelessness of a cornered cockroach.

“Think, think, nit,” I said out loud, gritting my teeth.

In the depths of my soul, I hoped that Muller would not be the first to unleash the war, and I would have time to collect incriminating material.

***

Mueller phoned the next day, from the arrogance of the past was not a trace. I was no longer a slave to him on the galleys, in his speech there were notes of respect, flattery. He probed the terrain, looked for a weak spot, a trick, studied the opponent's intentions with non-verbal means of the hypnotist-enelpist.

“Money,” I said simply. - I love money and sex. Looks like you have plenty of it.

That was enough to put down the vigilance of the old fart. In addition to money and sex, they were also driven by a thirst for power. I knew which points to push and immediately expressed a desire to obey.

We met on Saturday near the metro station, and he drove me in a black jeep far out of town. I was nervous, I was not so imagined joining a secret slave-owning sect. Honestly, Muller, with his jeep and a ride along the dark forest path, caught up with me so much fear that at the end of the trip I was not thinking about anything else except a sudden shot in the head and a nameless grave in a dense forest.

We arrived at the cottage village, located in a pine forest. It was getting dark. The May sun quickly disappeared behind the trees. In the twilight of the night, the outlines of a medieval castle that suddenly arose before us caused me even greater fears for life. Now I was thinking about the inquisition and torture with red hot tongs. The castle was surrounded by a high brick wall with barbed wire around the perimeter. Dirty gutter wound along the road around the cottage. The gate opened two guards in tuxedos and white hockey masks.

- Why do they need masks? - I asked quietly Muller.

He shot me a cunning look.

“They gathered in the bank for the night,” the megamind grinned maliciously. - Yes, you do not worry. They always go like that.

I was not worried. From the fear and horror of the upcoming, I have long, figuratively speaking, put in my pants. On the small emotions of forces left.

We drove into the courtyard, got out of the car, and climbed the steps to the porch. The amber light of an electric candle hanging from the side, hesitated like a real one. A massive carved door of dark oak with a ring-hammer in the form of a copper wolf's mouth blocked the way.

“Don't touch anything and keep quiet,” Muller whispered, this time in all seriousness. He took the ring and knocked them three times on the door, waited a little bit and knocked again.

A light flashed in the glass peephole, the door jingled and it opened hard.

In front of us on the threshold was a completely naked red mermaid, lanky, frail, like a teenager, wearing a collar and piercing, with a lock on the vagina. The leash with a golden chain stretches from the collar with puffy baby nipples, delicate raspberries are pierced through with sharp spikes with rivets.Nipples cling to the garnet brooch in the navel and on to the ring in the clitoris. Steel seams in the perineum tightly fold the thin folds of the vagina. Jingle button-lock sticks out from the convex bleached pubis, like a flag. The whole economy rests on this guardian of innocence.

The girl just left school yesterday, there is not a drop of adulthood in her. The gorgeous shock of red hair is framing a pretty baby face. She is not one of those ...