Slowly sliding back against the wall, Natella sank with a soft, full ass on the cold metal floor and stretched her legs. Heels rested against the wall, his knees remained slightly bent.

From somewhere the music came from the hall. Scraps of talk, female crying, groans of pleasure, laughter and clinking of glasses, sounds of slaps or strikes - it looks like the vents from the hall went out into this little room somewhere above.

The amplified microphone delivered an incredibly sexy voice, apparently the feminine that was called Lamia.

- Gentlemen and ladies! Let me welcome you to the next day of infinite pleasure! We are happy to provide you with all imaginable and unimaginable pleasures, and if we haven’t foreseen anything, all you have to do is turn to our charming administrators! Demoness will gladly help you find what you want. I just want to remind our guests that there are not many of our managers, and they should not be detained much so that they can serve all the guests! If you wish someone from the demoness, you should simply make an order to another manager and he will of course be executed! In our power to fulfill any, even the darkest of your desire! The master wants you to have a good time and not lose your guiding maps! -

Lamia turned off, a discordant chorus of voices joyfully shouted something. Hurray or something like that, Nat did not understand. She sat comfortably on the cold metal floor, pulling her knees up and snapping her crippled breasts like a baby in her arms. To her surprise, the pain became much smaller and, after examining her nipples, she realized that the wound had seriously diminished, it seemed that her skin was becoming aggresive and healing unusually quickly. She touched the corners of her mouth — there were no wounds; her full, beautiful lips, torn apart by the three past tentacle-members, healed imperceptibly in almost ten minutes. Anus slightly horny, but no more. There was a feeling that she had recently slightly fucked in the ass with her husband, with lubricant, and not with a ball of fat snakes ... The vagina, when it was fucked dry, like a desert, was already soaked in Chambord's sperm, and Nata had even picked up saliva and gently let them go palm, smeared rubbed entrance and inflamed cone of the clitoris. It became easier.

For the first time during her stay in this place, she had time to think about what was happening. So. She was going to get married. Second time. Preparing for the wedding, the usual chores, finally a joyful moment. Registry Office, guests, do you want to marry her? And then like a bolt from the blue - no! This she remembers. But what was then? How did she find herself in that terrible room, suspended on chains from the ceiling? No ideas. What kind of place is it? Underground club of millionaires perverts, having fun with abducted chicks? It’s more likely billionaires ... She didn’t imagine the volume of this place, but the underground monorail, carrying the victim, rubbing her crotch about it, is not less than a couple of kilometers of underground work. Caves? Famous Odessa catacombs? And this creature Chambord? A victim of genetic experiments? Dummy robot? He himself, in principle, did not use it - and the tentacles may be robotic manipulators. Natella was far from this area, a poorly educated waitress from the outback, who managed to get a job in Odessa, successfully marry one of the visitors and then, by stupidity or because of fucking nature, change it to another, but still believe in the reality of what is happening. could not.

She felt her waist stretching her bosom. A magnificent body, if she had such a thing on Earth, men would fall in sheaves at her feet. On Earth ... She is not sure that this is still Earth ...

Today, Shambor stuck a tentacle through her ass into her mouth.Is it even possible? Anatomy was not her forte either ...

From above came the drunken laughter of some lady. The crash of the door. Male voice - Come on, I want you right here! - The sound of torn fabric. Flowing water Female voice - Oh, what is your ... Gulp-gulp. -

- Suck, do not be clever. And then I will leave you here, I saw it myself, everything with pussy and without being accompanied by the owner here belongs to everyone!

- Mmm. Mm M! -

- Thot! Give it away. - again the sound of flowing water.

- Oh, well, not in the face, her cosmetics will flow! Ik - the girl drunkenly hiccupped and laughed again. - Writing a lady in your mouth is indecent! -

“They are not ladies, they are urinals.” Let's go. You will piss me once more in the casino. I feel that today I will win one of the old Maidens of the Overlord - so let's have some fun then. They can do this ... - the door slammed, voices drifted away.

Nata realized that the ventilation was apparently being removed from the toilet somewhere in the hall with the guests. All the same rhythmic music from the star-like room was heard, where guests enjoyed perversions with local slaves. Knocking the door - toilet stall?

Can I escape from here? She looked around, but she saw nothing but the crevices near the low ceiling. The sliding door sat tightly in the slots and even the slits for the little finger could not be found. The room really looked like an elevator. And then upstairs someone flushed ... A small amount of dirty water spilled from the ceiling right on Natella's head. She recoiled spitting and shaking off her already stuck hair. The smell of urine enveloped her. It became clear what a sump is and what the maid will launder her from ... And the reception of guests has just started ...

Fun at the top was gaining momentum. Drunken guests fucked their girlfriends or slaves, ate them in three throats, urinated and vomited, and it all drained onto Nata's head.

She was poured with urine several times, but during this time she managed to even get some sleep, or rather fall into oblivion, leaning against the wall, until she found out that the level of water that was muddy from the dissolved toilet paper and vomit began to cover her hips. In addition, the stinking water was cold and it began to freeze. The smell of her very sick and several times vomited sperm of Chambord.

Suddenly, there was a faint screech and Natella saw that the side walls began to move slowly. She jumped up, splashing out the drains and spun around looking for something that could help her. Somewhere inside she was even calm — they would not kill her, because the maid said she would launder her. So she must survive. Or not? Something similar to the rescue was found on the opposite wall from the entrance. thin vertical strips-seams in the metal clearly marked a kind of moving surface. Nata tried to push her, push her to the side, finally breaking off her nails, she managed to push the upper edge a couple of millimeters, grab better and tilt the lever into the room 4 fingers wide, elbow-length and below the belt. And of course, on its inner part an artificial member was formed. Cold, stone, naturally jade rod. The greenish streaked stone glowed slightly in the gloom. Its surface was carved with a spiral pattern with plump short spikes at regular intervals. Nata tried to jerk him, as she did with the members on the saddle of the monorail, but he did not move. She leaned harder and she managed to slightly move the lever down, but as soon as she let go of him - as he returned to the horizontal position. Behind the wall clicked, the walls began to creep slowly towards each other again.

Muttering: - Suki ... bitches ... bitches ... - Nat turned her booty to the lever, and leaning on all her weight, she planted her long-suffering hole on the green dildo. He walked in, pushing the pliable flesh apart with thorns, glaring into its depth until the crotch touched the cold metal of the lever. He went down, Nat sat down, her hands on her knees, but she could not hold the lever and he lifted her back, straightening her legs and sinking into the anus. The movement of the walls stopped. Everything was clear. Sleep no longer have to.Rock the lever and wait - crush her before the period of torture ends or will she tire of squatting with a stone member in the ass? ..