- Distributor. Chapters 1-4
- Distributor. Chapter 5
- Distributor. Chapter 6
- Distributor. Chapter 7
- Distributor. Chapter 8
- Distributor. Chapter 9
- Distributor. Chapter 10
- Distributor. Chapter 11
- Distributor. Chapter 12
- Distributor. Chapter 13
- Distributor. Chapter 14
- Distributor. Chapter 17
- Distributor. Chapter 18
- Distributor. Chapter 19
- Distributor. Chapter 20
- Distributor. Chapter 22
- Distributor. Chapters 23-24. Epilogue
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piercing and tattoo lovers who test the body for strength for the love of art. She was imprisoned completely by accident and wears rattles, as a chintz dress would wear.
We went in, went out, hung our jackets in the closet. It was a spacious entrance hall lined with cherry wood. Gypsum stucco on the ceiling, parquet on the floor - the entire interior resembled a small theater foyer, immersed in the flickering amber light of electric candlesticks hanging along the walls.
The redhead respectfully stood aside, folding her arms at the seams, an obliging smile on her face.
“Prepare him,” Muller blinks tiredly at the redhead, smoothing the hair in front of the mirror.
She nods and asks me to follow her. Turning around, and only now I notice in her ass a huge ruby. Precious round stone, perfectly faceted, real or artificial, bursting the buttocks in a wide, with a fist, funnel. The girl gently carries a pomegranate egg in her ass, driving her finger along the wall with her finger. Her gait resembles a bike ride - she sits on an egg, as in a saddle, does not twist and wag it, flies forward smoothly. We walk along the perimeter of the castle - a covered veranda with pointed windows - we reach the corner tower, we go down the spiral staircase to the basement. Here there is one room without windows, from furniture only a mirror on the wall, a table and a closet.
“Let me help you,” the red-haired slave comes up and, smiling at the edges of her lips, pulls my jacket off. Then a shirt. I feel Angela, frozen in the pose of "Take me as you like."
A button for a button - and now I stand in front of a redhead in some pants and socks. Restless mermaid pulls the belt. Again the button, the fly, and now the pants fell to the ankles, I stay in some shorts.
“I need to shave you,” the green-eyed bdsm girl grumbles, pulling off her underpants.
My cock treacherously hid in a leather case, cringing, shrinking. Thick black thickets never aroused my rejection. The girl almost touches the face of my flesh, helping to remove the pants. I am involuntarily excited.
I'm afraid to ask why. Why a slave-maid shaves with a disposable razor all the vegetation in my groin, why this young beauty, not paying attention to an erection, so carefully rinses the penis, testicles and especially tries to rub the head to shine. Why does she paint all my body, except the groin area and the head in blue. I looked like a mutant from the X-Men. Why all this masquerade?
One thing is clear to me for sure: if they wanted to bang me, they would have done it a long time ago. If they wanted to just torture to death, they wouldn’t waste so much paint and disturb the concubine. Who are they, I do not know. What are they preparing for? But the fact that they exist, and their power over people is not limited only to money, it is becoming more and more obvious.
I follow a simple rule, which so far has not failed: do not ask unnecessary questions. I, as a beast, are led by flags, not allowing me to come to my senses. I can get crazy and start to be clever, but something tells me that this time it is better to play by someone else's rules.
- Have a drink, please. It will give you strength, - the concubine draws a glass of orange juice, just poured from a fresh bag.
I sit in front of her on a chair, all blue, like a picture by Aivazovsky, with a washed-off rattling dildo, an unusual chill in the groin. She scrubbed all the hairs, was not too lazy to polish even the scrotum and everything under it, only the proximity of the anus stopped the girl with the razor.If her position was not more savory than mine, I would hardly allow such experiments to be carried out on the body.
Slave behaves relaxedly. As an employee of the nail salon, she lays out the tools back on the shelves: a jar of paint, a brush, shaving foam. Towel is sent to the bag for dirty laundry, a basin of used water becomes a corner. Children's ass with a ruby flickers around the room, a darned vagina with a padlock bangs hitch, the newly punched nipple halos certainly have not lost their sensitivity. On the contrary, brown bumps are buzzing with a rush of blood, itching at night. Sometimes the girl frowns, making an awkward movement, pulling the chain, but in general she copes well with her duties.
“The introduction of a secret organization is going according to plan. I was not just shaved, - I calm myself. “There is a serious work ahead.”
When I get to the solution, Angela, Zlata, and other girls, including the redhead, will get a chance for freedom. I will never forget the tears of Angela, ending on my photo on the phone. Never.
Awful to sleep. Eyes stick together, the floor leaves from under feet. The room is tilted to the side, dark maroon stains are rapidly spreading over the carpet.
"I can not sleep," - cling to bits of thought for reality. Angry at myself, painfully pinching my hand.
The shroud of sleep silently covers the remnants of the will.
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And what was that?
No, well, really. GG hadn’t made the impression of a clinical idiot before, and then get caught like this, surrender yourself into the hands of the enemy.
I agree with sv, most likely he will be “raised” to the level of Angela and Zlata, he will also trade in a body.
Somehow you, comrade author, did not suffer there ...
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Looked at your fat spoiler under the last chapter: “Only girls and Muller at the same time. They are ready to make the hero crazy to hide a secret. ”- and in general it became sad. If they’re not at full happy ending (when GG completely destroys the case of Muller and frees everyone), then he hoped to pull Angela out of the networks and twist the novel with her until the last, but here such disappointment ... You should have warned you right away.
By the way, if the girls voluntarily and in concert with the “Master”, then why are all these plot hints about what kind of feelings you have or at least Angela’s sympathy for GG and in general her whole reaction to him? Well, not yet it was a performance in order to lure him into the castle like this and tie him up? For too dreary, stupid and stiff would be ...
IMHO, if you are not going to make a “savior” out of GG, then at least he waking up at the “initiation ceremony” will know that Angela and Zlata are not really slaves, but the mistresses of all this. They just love sex and fetishists, love to play with people and love to play such shows. And they particularly like toys in their “suite”. So GG gets the place of the secretary-assistant at the same Angela and under her leadership plunges into the abyss of various fetishes and games.
Such an outcome and your thought will continue, and the bored-eared one will not give away the bored.
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Do not listen to them. People here are accustomed to short stories, so that in a couple of chapters and the outset and the stormy sex and outcome.
But if the story is good, then it's just for the better. Well, the hero did stupidity, then he will heroically climb out of them.
So, keep it up, just under the head, please, and then one or two pilgrims at a time, with such a long history, it is difficult to read.
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Heh, and here I on the contrary would ask for as something more "dill". I believe that in such a situation they will break it, and so I would like to see in more detail exactly how his “I” will destroy him, of course, if you have a tendency to this and if you understand the essence of the process - well, there is no criminal case = ( ) And yet, yes, the coolest thing is when the victim understands that she is a victim, but she cannot do anything. And then all these pseudorabs who like the process, all these stories about "alleged rape" in which the victim gets some kind of crap and even orgasms are so vybeshivayut. Nowhere can I find (well, almost anywhere in any case) descriptions of precisely those experiences that should be experienced by victims (and it’s not just about the pornographic nature of the works), which seemed to stink very recently about morality, about good and evil, about the fact that “we need to save people” - and now in an almost completely hopeless position at the post of garbage (no offense to the cops). Practically, because a weak note of hope, a weak light of possible salvation cannot be taken away from the victim, otherwise all the fun will end quickly. Broken people are boring, but those who are still hoping for something, even in a completely non-invasive situation, are very much delivered.
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Great story. Black humor and Pelevin)) I don’t think that it’s got someone, but it’s interesting to read like a good detective story. The main thing is not to slip to shit and mushroom.
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