The last meters of the road were not easy for her. Ruslan noticed an increased pulse rate on the dashboard and, although the rectal temperature was normal, he saw the runner out of breath. Slowing down the pace to walking, he turned into some kind of street and within a few minutes they stopped at a large, solid brick house behind a stone fence. Ruslan jumped off the stroller and pressed the button of the video intercom. Behind the fence I heard a loud barking of a dog and soon the Master came out of the gate. He greeted Ruslan and they sat down in a carriage and gave a current. Irina flinched, with an effort dragged them along the road.

“Well, how is she,” Misha nodded in her direction.

- Great! In one fell swoop dragged. What is there, what is back. It runs well.

Misha nodded in satisfaction.

- Come to you, Rustik. Get out there, I'll go on. Victor Vasilyevich arrived. Must accept ...

- Just came to visit? - Ruslan asked.

- Yes, with my nephew. Relax, back and forth ... Also wants to see her.

- Why should he?

Misha shrugged. Quickly drove to his house, Ruslan jumped off and said goodbye to the Boss. and Irina felt the electric discharge again and went on. Soon they drove up to a long one-story house, the facade of which was lit by bright red lights. "Red House!" - remembered in her head. Misha entered the building, from which some guy in leather boots and a green windbreaker immediately left, who quickly unwound the woman and brought her into the house. They were in a long dimly lit corridor with many doors on both sides. The guy entered her at the first door, behind which was a doctor Zhorik in a medical mask. In the middle of the room there was a large table covered with transparent polyethylene, and the floor was lined with cheap tiles and there were several large enameled basins. He said something to the guy and he translated:

- Take off your shoes and climb on the table ... Cancer!

Trembling with fear, the woman unwrapped her sneakers with trembling fingers, climbed onto the table and stood motionless, leaning on her elbows and turning her face to the opposite wall. The guy jumped up and poluprisev on her back, spread her buttocks. Irina, crying out a twitch, but having received a slap on the ass, quickly quieted, trembling either from fear, or from a long run. Zhorik, wearing a medical glove, smeared his fingers with petroleum jelly and slowly began to carefully remove the capsule from the rectum. Then, he took out the sleeve and inserted the dilator, stretched the hole of the anus. He again said something to the guy and he translated again:

- Lie on your back. Bend your legs and close.

Irina obediently turned over and pressed her knees to her chest. From the enlarged hole, scant mucus mixed with liquid stool flowed sparsely. Zhorik angrily grabbed her hips and slightly moved to the edge of the table, so that the discharge fell directly into the basin on the floor. Then he took a long hose attached to a large tank on the wall and, inserting its tip shallowly into the open hole of the anus, opened the water. The cabinet was filled with gurgling sounds of an intestine being filled, and then a ringing sound of water flowing into the basin. The simple bowel lavage lasted five minutes, after which Zhorik, making sure of the transparency of the water flowing out, removed the hose and took out the dilator. And after the gag with a probe. He again said something to the guy and he translated:

- Sit on the pelvis and make you feel better.

Irina jumped off the table and crouched over her pelvic stinking feces began to push. Several times she managed to squeeze out the remnants of water. Zhorik grabbed her hand and led her into the next door to the adjacent room.There was a shower and the woman quickly rinsed, using with pleasure the long-forgotten shower gel. The guy handed her a fresh towel and waited until she carefully dried her body, led her out into the corridor and put her hands behind her back, clasped the bracelets on her wrists with the help of a carbine. Then he put a blindfold on her eyes and led her to the door farthest from the entrance. Opening it slightly, he grabbed the collar and quietly hissed into the collar:

- Be an obedient bitch.

With these words, he opened the door and pushed it inside. Feet felt soft pile carpet. There was a smell of sandalwood in the room. It seemed to her that time had stopped and the hanging pause began to put pressure on her ears.

- That's her? - Asked an unfamiliar voice.

- Yes, Viktor Vasilyevich - with a slight accent, a second voice responded, in which she recognized the Host.

Silence again.

- Not fat, Misha?

- Why? It seems to me normal. She has good performance. I read. And Kostya spoke. She is the best so far. Nine name.

Silence.

- Well, you know, we have repeatedly thought that this is the best that we have, but it turned out that this is not quite so ... Nine, it means. Let him turn his back.

“Turn your back, Nine,” said Misha, raising his voice.

Irina turned a little more than necessary because of closed eyes.

- Just turn to the right, back, Nine!

Again there was a long silence. It seemed to her that all this was so ridiculous that it could not be true.

“Hmmm,” said a voice, “There is something, of course.” And the ass is definitely better than the chest. Children are, do you think, Misha?

- Maybe. You know, we do not give their pedigree.

- I know ... I know ... but it seems to me that I did not give birth. Oh well ... What is the difference? Listen, Misha, and maybe we are showing you Lori now, huh? You never know?

“Well, I don't know, Viktor Vasilyevich,” Misha mumbled uncertainly. - She's here for the sports part. Well, or as transport. We try not to attract them.

“We're trying,” mocked the voice. - and for a poor boy, to do a good deed is also necessary to try. Do not worry, there will be no problems, if that. Come on, do not press, dear! Let's see, maybe he does not want. He will say that it is you who are retiring me? Hehe.

Again there was a long pause. Irina's body began to pierce a small nervous tremor.

“Well, I don’t know ...” Misha began uncertainly.

- Gosh, come on, bring Lori here. - quickly ordered Viktor Vasilyevich, - Great, Misha, dear. You are a true friend!

“Now, Uncle Vitya ...” a very young voice responded and someone, rustling quietly on the carpet, left the room through another door. A moment later, in the room, you could hear the dog's breathing and the joyful voice of a stranger:

- Looori, Looori! You are my good boy! My good ... Good luck! Look, my good, that I prepared you today!

There was a frequent thud of paws on the carpet and Irina felt like a healthy dog ​​poked her nose with a wet nose, then clasped her hands behind her, then he walked around her front and noisily sniffed her thigh, licked it with a rough wet tongue. She felt Laurie get close to her long unshaven pubic and began to relish licking, trying to get the tip inside. Her legs trembled from the unusual sensation and horror of the upcoming intercourse with an invisible animal, and even in front of several men who did not consider her to be a full-fledged man. She did not see how the owner of an unfamiliar voice looks like, but she understood that this was a very important person whose face she was in no need for.

It was a really important person, one of the business partners of its owner, who occasionally visited this place and, as a long-time friend, could use the various services of this vicious place. Because of the media character of his person, it was not necessary to once again shine his appearance, even in this piquant situation. Therefore, Irina was to take part in the upcoming action blindfolded.

- Lori! To me! - the owner of the dog called imperiously, and he, reluctantly looking up from a pleasant occupation, ran to the one who called.

- See, see - he liked her! See you - Gosh said happily, - Look, I liked it! Mmm!

- I see, Gosh, I see - not blind. This time lucky. Yes, Laurie? Horoooooshaya dog.

Laurie loudly zatyavkal.

The old man winked at the Master:

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