Chapter 2

Sergius Starinevsky, together with his retinue, returned to his possessions, and ordered him to serve him a fried steer in red wine. Sergius was terribly hungry, and he was tormented by doubts about the consent of the Queen Marina, on his proposal. He was a tough and stern man, but when he was close to Marina, all his strength was lost and she turned into a very weak person, trembling and shaking from the beauty of Marina. Her mind and insight. Sergius was worried that he would receive a refusal, because he no longer doubted him, but he absolutely did not show him that he was subordinate. They should not see him weak. And right now, he ordered a real male food. During the meal held in his huge castle, in the dining room, in which all his ancestors ate, had to go through fistfights between young girls, the best fun of Sergius.

In the ring, surrounded by hundreds of torches, and covered with black medicinal mud from rivers and lakes of rich places, there were two girls, with long hair braided in pigtails. Blonde vs brunette. They walked in a circle without taking their eyes off each other. More recently, the two of them were sitting in a stone room, and combed their hair, but now they stood in the ring and had to beat each other, to the delight of Sergius' black feelings, who ate roasted meat and expensive red wine ran down his lower jaw. He raised his hand and sharply lowered it down, thus starting the fight. The brunette squeezed her little fists, and noticing the little blonde in her eyes, a little frightened, pounced on her and struck her fist in the face, smashing her nose to her girlfriend. The blonde did not expect such a bloody start of the battle and fell to her knees. There was a man's laugh in the hall. Sergius was pretty smiling. The brunette slowly walked around the blonde, knelt down and clasped the neck of her friend, feeling her feminine scent, her fright and slow fear. Sergius rose from his chair, and threw the gnawed bone aside. He went to the ring and looked at the girls. The blonde squeezed the brunette's hard hand with her hands and tried to free her delicate neck, tears streaming down her cheeks. Sergius looked into her eyes, and enjoyed her feelings. In the eyes of the black panther, he saw only anger and devotion to his master. He nodded his head, agreeing to the death of the blonde, and the brunette, squeezed her friend's neck tightly, until the hand movements turned into wadded light strokes, and then completely weakened. The blonde fell into the mud, blood was running down her nose, her hands were limp along the body. Sergius stroked her white hair, he felt sorry for such a girl and with malice he looked at the black panther, whose hands were in blood.

"You are not worthy of life, because you can kill a loved one, I specifically checked you, you beat your friends while you were alive, you loved each other, and now you killed a loved one, I will kill you in response, but you have a chance to cleanse your soul, I will give you to be torn apart by perverts, to my basement, from there you will go clean and live ... do you agree? ”said Sergius in a stern tone.

A brunette girl, a daughter unnecessary to her parents, alcoholics, who gave her upbringing to Sergius Castle, nodded her head, as the very thought of her impending death frightened her.

Sergius looked back and saw behind his back a man in a black cape with slits for the eyes. Sergius smiled and showed the man to the girl. A brunette named Jeanne, got up from the ring, looked at her dead girlfriend and went after the man in the cape, putting her hands behind her back.

They walked through the stone corridor from the dining room, through the courtyard, and approached a large wooden door, behind which there was a downstairs, where it was very hot. The man walked with a confident gait to the lower platform, where he stopped and looked at Jeanne. The girl was completely naked, and her body was covered with red spots of fear. In his eyes, the light of the panther still gleamed, but there was no former hardness in it. The man stopped her and pointed to the floor. Jeanne understood everything without words and knelt down. The man knelt beside her and looked at the metal door in the corner of the room. After a couple of minutes, she opened and a girl in black boots and a black tunic came out of it, wearing black leather gloves without fingers. Her name is Patricia, she was the younger sister of Sergius, and spent all her free time in the basement of the castle, with her favorite dolls, which she was supplied every day. Patricia was holding her favorite stack of harsh black leather. She went to the man, and put the tip of the stack on Jeanne's head. Sizzling her with her naturally red eyes. The man leaned over and kissed the dusty boots of Patricia, trying with his tongue to clean them of earth dust. Patricia threw him aside and ordered Joan to stand upright. Jeanne rose from her knees and covered her triangle with her hands, she looked into Patricia’s eyes, waiting for the most terrible. Patricia, asked Jeanne to turn her back. Jeanne, covered with all goosebumps, turned her back on an unfamiliar girl, and convulsions ran through her body, the heat from the candelabra no longer warmed her body, she was terribly cold. Patricia ran the tip of her stack on Jeanne's back, and stopped at the right buttock, she swung the stack, and with a force hit the buttock, leaving a red mark on her. Jeanne's legs gave way, and she miraculously held her balance, her hands stretched back to the sore spot, but Patricia struck two blows at Jeanne's legs.

“If you don’t want me to put steel handcuffs on you, hold your hands along your body and don’t wave them, understand me?” Said Patricia in a terrible voice.

“Yes,” said Jeanne quietly.

“Now follow me” - Patricia said softly and walked to the iron door. Jeanne turned around to look at the man who froze like a statue on her knees and followed Patricia to a deep basement from which women's moans came.

In the basement were located hundreds of metal cells. In each of which were girls who had sex with the guards of the castle, with servants and cooks from the kitchen. In the basement it smelled of human sweat and love secretions. Patricia walked across the crusty stone floor, tapping her heels. Jeanne followed her, and looked around. She saw how the men in the four had one little girl who was guilty in the kitchen, they covered her entire body with whipping with sperm and beat her on the cheeks. Jeanne felt fear between her legs, and felt a trickle run down the inside of her left thigh. Patricia reached the end of the cells and stopped at a wooden table with two columns, at the ends of which were hung chains with shackles. She turned and looked at Jeanne.

"Did you give birth? my dear ”- she asked her slave.

“No, Mistress,” answered Jeanne, sorting out possible options for further events in her head.

“Lie down on a bench and lift your legs up,” Patricia said sternly.

Joan went to the bench and saw that there were purple gouged spots in its black woody surface. A trickle of sweat ran down my back. In the cells, orgasmic girls screamed. Patricia looked at Jeanne. “Hurry, come on bitch, be smarter,” she said displeased.

Jeanne began to cry, her little cups clenched and she wanted to snuggle up to her friend's blonde girl's chest, but she was lying in the back yard of the castle, breathless. Jeanne cried terribly, smearing snot and tears down her cheeks. She lay down on a bench and lifted her legs, in a pose, pozhentsy. Patricia took the steel shackles, and put them on the arms of Jeanne, tightly holding them together with a key.Jeanne shook her legs, getting used to this position, there was a clang of chains. Patricia took the stack aside and took a long multi-tail whip, stroked all the tails and struck three blows between Jeanne's legs, warming her womb. Jeanne jerked and squeezed the bench with her hands, trying to climb the press. Seeing the efforts of Jeanne, Patricia postponed ... Read more →