The Klyuchnik's Black Ring has a corrugated surface, dozens of steel threads are woven into a fancy net fixed by an alloy. The porous surface looks like a sponge with a needle like a hedgehog shell. This is how the drug enters the Slave's organism: The owner seals it to the gentle vagina of the drug addict during the mating.

At the end of the month, Muller drove the Rings to the Temple to renew karma. The girls by that time began to show nervousness, they lacked a dose, and they went to all sorts of tricks to get contact with Klyuchnik.

Katya, for example, a young girl with a black tulip of hair on her head, suffered incredibly. She followed me like a tail, was on duty under the porch. I could not get rid of her, because pity overwhelmed my heart. The poor thing did not guess anything, falling into a break. It seemed to her that she was about to be abandoned and life would end. Then she clung to me more.

Blondie Julia included charm. In the days of hunting, as Muller called them cheerfully, she dressed up in the most outspoken outfits. Stockings changed color from flesh to black, white and even red. There were nets, arrows, podsazhochki. Rhombic cells in stockings became larger, the gum began to crawl, looking out from under a short skirt. She flattened her in a terrible way, the neckline became deeper, wider, the studs were higher, the busts were bolder, brighter. But most importantly, her gestures and glances were made more depraved, her gait increasingly betrayed a whore walking a hundred meters waiting for a client. The recalcitrant, proud look broke at the sight of the Boss; she, like Katya, was looking for chance meetings after work, on weekends. At the end of the month my dick barely got out of the five vaginas of Zlata, Kati, Julia, Lena and Oli. They were jealous of me for each other and especially for Angela, and only the strict rule - to live harmoniously - forced them to compromise, schedule their duties, look for the best options for spending time together. I learned to fuck them, not ending, skipping two or three at a time. But more than an hour I could not stand. The eggs hurt, the erection became lethargic. At that moment I was losing my patience and drove the insatiable bitches out the door. Weakness and compassion have always distinguished me from peers. After lunch, the hungry wild oskotinivshie to complete sexual mayhem slave-slave returned, and everything repeated.

My drug didn't work on Angela. No matter how hard I tried, she remained indifferent to any contact with the Ring.

“How, then, did the drug act on Khamich’s slave Lyudochka Lyudoedkina?” I was tormented by the question.

However, due to the complete absence of sex in life, a police sergeant could sticking out from someone else's drug, and even without it. In addition, I came to the conclusion that Zlata was switched on the day of the Trial from Muller to me. The presence of contacts with the Armenian woman was not in doubt.

Studying the properties of the Ring more and more resembled solving a puzzle. And I just wanted to switch a big girl, release her.

Then I did not know how Liberation works.

***

In the Temple of Seven Keys graduation. The Ritual of Liberation takes place under the female opera soprano, flowing from the speakers hidden somewhere under the curtains. Graduates, yesterday's sex workers, lined up in front of the Altar. The Bowl of Knowledge is set on a dais.

“Today we pay tribute to the Past,” the High Priest proclaims pompously. - To give way to the Future.

A mad man in a black coat, hat and mask of a crow holds a long beak around the room before continuing:

- A man can not live forever. This is his main drawback. Yes, he is mortal. But death is liberation.

In his hands, the Staff is a symbol of male dignity, carved from mahogany. A colorful foreskin the size of an apple crowns the end of the shaft, adorned with veins and veins. The priest directs the horse pledge towards the girls on their knees, almost touching the face of the extreme concubine.

- In place of the old generation comes a new one. As the seasons succeed each other, so we find peace, going into non-existence.

He throws his nose to the glass dome, raises his hands, shaking the Staff in the air. The Priest’s theatrical voice descends to an ominous bass:

- Let your Bowl always be full! Let Knowledge to the end of your days fill your vases to the brim! Let it be the meaning of your life is full of eyes. Amen!

He gestures to the first girl to go to the Chalice.

Curly brunette ponuro walks to the Altar. Yesterday's freshness of forms faded, yielding to the wear of time, five years in sexual slavery did not pass by, they left a stamp not only on the body, but also in the soul. The memory of promiscuous intimate relationships for life is eaten into the consciousness of a slave as the offense of violent youth.

How many were there? Thousands, tens of thousands? Guys are young, older men, baleen uncles with beer tummies, healthy factory, dried university, intellectuals professors, head-to-edge old men-bandits - and not count all. Perverts - such, too, a dime a dozen. Everyone found consolation in her, realized fantasy. What cannot be tried with a normal, not zombie, not requiring more, more tin, for an invisible Klyuchnik, a puppeteer-villain who straightened a doll to look for adventures, all this can be experienced with a cut-off bdsm-girl, under duress, obey-or-die .

“For five years, the Slave becomes indifferent to intima,” testifies the philosopher Posner. - For her, this is a job that requires effort, a boring, boring routine.

Therefore, a contract is broken with her, released into free voyage with a baggage of shameful experience, which will be drawn on the girl's psyche with a purulent scar. Because she has exhausted the supply of vitality. It is like a dried butterfly - still waving its wings convulsively, but it can no longer fly.

A curly butterfly climbs up on the Altar, booty hangs over the Cup. The brown sheep has a beautiful, darted, criss-cross vagina, the lock has the shape of a ruby ​​heart, and the sharp buttocks pumped up are also like an inverted symbol of love.

The girl's red swollen sphincter expands, breathes like a shaky pink swamp laying an egg. A thick stream of pearl clots rushes into the bowl.

Graduates of the Seven Keys sect prepare for the Liberation Ritual in advance. Calling regular customers, offering to hold a date at a reduced price. Motivate this with the Birthday of the Boss, whom I would like to congratulate with an unexpected surprise brought in the ass. The client tries to abstain from sex, even with his wife, to please the secret mistress. On the X-day, the graduate has little time, she gathers Knowledge at the Wyrex office, starting in the early morning hours. Clients that are suitable for a certain time are distributed to offices, they are asked to wait. Our butterfly drops into the room, closes the door, lowers the blinds. For everything about all five minutes, she was away from an important meeting. The butterfly doesn’t take off the clothes, the hem of a business black skirt soars on its back, exposing a suspiciously red ass with a swollen anus. The butterfly rests on the edge of the table, spreads its legs, sticking the pins into the carpet. In this position, it is easiest to keep the accumulated knowledge, to acquire new ones. It has dark stockings with garters, arrows on the stockings indicate to the Client the direction of the flight. Standard uniform for the final exam. A white blouse is unbuttoned on two buttons, today a business woman plays a subordinate at work.The client congratulates the Boss, part-time boss dodged girl, a quick lesson with a rich injection. That's all she needs. She runs to the next test, leaving the Client at a loss to fill the shirt in his pants. Girl dispatchers help butterflies and flowers to find each other, not to get lost in the field of plants. Flowers are carefully prepared for pollination, closed in the offices, so that those do not have the desire to fool around. All day butterflies pollinate nectar, take tests, using corporate areas - three floors, thirty each ...