I was in no hurry: I didn’t know if the alarm would work. They probably have cameras here, and they'll spot me right away. I looked for a long time and looked at two surveillance cameras in the two ends of the yard. If you walk along the fence a little further, you can get from it directly to the roof of the warehouse, and, imperceptibly for the cameras. Worth a try, because I risk a little. If they detect, I will say that I am Tom's girlfriend, I pretend to be drunk (and this is, by the way, almost true), and Tom will otmazhet me.

No sooner said than done. Physical training for flights into space gave her own: I climbed onto a high fence without difficulty, and from it, jumping, caught on the roof. Then pulled up, threw her leg and climbed to the top. Shaking off the dust, I squatted down and listened. It seems to be quiet: neither the alarm has worked, nor the tramp of running feet. Good. Now what?

There was a dormer window on the roof, which opened, surprisingly, without a squeak, and I climbed through it. The attic as such was not there, but under the roof there were beams stretched, and on them in some places lay wide boards, on which, if desired, it was possible to bypass almost the entire warehouse area. It was dark in the main room of the warehouse, but somewhere in the back room a light was burning, barely illuminating the boxes standing under me. They towered over the floor in gloomy shadows. I carefully made my way to the other end of the building and saw that I was above the utility room, which was separated from the main warehouse area by a plastic wall. Apparently, it served as a dining room and a dressing room for the workers. It was there that the light was burning, and from there came the voices.

Looking out from behind the beam, in principle I saw what I expected to see. There were a dozen naked or half-naked muscular men in the room who talked, drank beer, whiskey and vodka, listened to music and even danced. With my nose, I caught the smell of tobacco and marijuana. I didn’t immediately notice the yellow-skinned prostitute from Procyon: the shade of her skin merged with the ridiculous yellow sofa against the wall, on which she lay with her ass up. Has she fallen asleep? Have they already finished? Peering over, I noticed on her buttocks and back the leaks of white liquid. Apparently, she orderly exhausted, if not even wiped.

Suddenly Tom said:
- Well, what do you think, our fucking star bitch already rested? I do not mind to finish it a couple of times.

Those present perked up, and Tom began to roughly ruffle the protation. She raised a weary face, and Tom stared at her, taking her chin. Then he spat on her cheek and said through clenched teeth: "Whore." The second loader with a force hit her in the ass and ran his hand between her legs. Those present laughed approvingly: well done, Dick! The girl screamed, but Tom squeezed her mouth and whispered something in her ear. Releasing her, he took a member and put it in her mouth. Then, grabbing her head with both hands, he began to fuck her in the throat, only occasionally giving breath. Dick did not lose time either. He parted her legs and, jumping on the couch and squatting right above her, put the dick into her vagina. At first, the girl tried to somehow participate in what was happening: she moved her head towards Tom's member, she waved her back towards Dick, but then Tom and Dick were replaced by two more guys, and two more ... Everyone clearly set out to show the guest from a far star , as our guys fuck, so very soon she stopped showing any signs of life, except for blinking eyes and rare screams, when she let go of someone's mouth.They spilled their seed on her face, mouth, chest, vagina; she was turned on her back, on her stomach, on her side, put on cancer, fucked by weight. Ten healthy guys, and each of them, according to my calculations, had finished at least two times.

It lasted, perhaps, an hour and a half, and I have long been sober. I sat on the board, leaning on a vertical beam, and watched all this orgy from above. It was dark upstairs, so I was not afraid to be noticed, the main thing is not to make any sound that would attract their attention. Although, apparently, they were so passionate that they would not have noticed, even if I stuck my head in the room.

What happened was a very contradictory feeling in me. On the one hand, I, of course, wildly excited. Ten muscular men, and she alone; they take her in every conceivable and unimaginable posture ... I was not a fan of such a format of sex, but thoughts of the like always excited me, and in my turbulent student years I tried a lot and participated in something similar. Therefore, watching, I also plunged into the memories of bygone days, when I was a very young girl, exploring my body and the limits of my physical and psychological capabilities. I ran my hand between my legs ... Damn, jeans have to be washed.

At the same time, I was terribly uncomfortable with how these guys - and in the front row Tom, who spends the night in my bed - behaved unceremoniously and cruelly with the poor girl. The brutality they manifested was sincere and perverse. As if they really hated her and tried to show it to her every minute: they spanked her quite hard on the ass, on her legs, on her lips, on her face, and spat on her face. When they fucked her, no one looked at what she was like at that moment. And sometimes she was hurt, I saw it in her eyes. Of course, she was an experienced young lady: another in her place would faint after five minutes, but all this was too much even for her. Towards the end, Tom went wild. Finishing her on her cheeks, he grabbed her chin and with a slump on the back of her, slapped her several slaps. At that moment, Dick, whose member could no longer stand, was fucking the girl with his hand, sinking four fingers into her vagina.

Procyonka almost did not respond to the slap in the face, and transferred them with the appearance of some kind of even indifference. I felt very sorry for her. I remembered the stories that I heard in the space school about girls from Earth, who recklessly left the planet, and then not having the opportunity to go back. The laws of the Galactic Commonwealth practically do not protect such wandering tourists, if they got on another planet illegally, and that was so in less than a hundred percent of cases. I perfectly understood that somewhere this yellow-skinned girl could be expected by her family: her father, mother, perhaps, a young man. And she is forced to look for at least some kind of income in order to simply feed herself. Although, in theory, she could contact the representative office of the Galactic Commonwealth on Earth, and probably would help her contact her relatives. And maybe she did not want to go back? Maybe she ran away from something, and the fact that she suffers here is worse than what awaits her if she decides to set foot on the land of her own planet again? There were many strange rumors and legends about Procyon ...

The party came to an end, the guys began to gather. The girl was lying on the couch and was breathing heavily. Suddenly, Tom approached her, picked it up and set her on cancer, leaning against the back of the sofa. With a large palm, he ran a pro-red lip over his lips and massaged them. Spat on the hand and smeared vagina. The girl's face was turned in my direction, and I could see him well: it looked like a very young girl with a gentle face; the way of life that she had to lead on Earth had not yet managed to leave her mark on his features. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, letting Tom into herself, and he, as always, rushed into her unceremoniously, accompanying it with a wild, victorious cry. The guys zagomonili approvingly, and Tom took the pro-prop through the neck, climbed onto the sofa with his legs, and spread them out, began to fuck her from behind.He strangled her so much that I was really scared that she might die. My first impulse was to give voice and stop Tom. But either Tom kept everything under control, or he was just lucky that he didn't kill her. He continuously rhythmically moved his pelvis, probably fifteen minutes. His hands squeezed the girl's neck, and sometimes he cleaned them so that she could breathe deeply.

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