she felt extremely contradictory feelings, whether she wanted to run away, or join the others in this celebration of carnal pleasures. The next time she was hailed by the contest.
- It turns out you are the best of these slut
- I often make such a compliment, - The girl bowed to the man

“Well, then it will not be difficult for you to keep them company,” the man made an inviting gesture.
Several slaves kept a dildo, which were notches, showing how deeply they swallowed him. Nineteenth had the right to refuse, but considered that any refusal would not be in her favor, so for now it should not be misused. The girl took a long dildo backlit from the shelf, pressed a button and the rubber member turned into a huge long light bulb. Taking a couple of breaths, the blonde threw her head back and lowered him into herself. The spectators could see through her translucent skin how deep this “light bulb” was in her. To the satisfaction of the slave, the phrases “was it at all possible?” Prevailed. Being satisfied with the result, the girl still held the member in herself and slowly began to pull it out. When he came out all over, the slave girl gently licked the head of her assistant in this competition and, not forgetting to bow, moved to the lavatory where Margot was waiting, just for such cases, in order to fix her makeup.

- How is it going?
- As always, not as expected, - the girl smiled.

- So everything is fine. All right, ready, you're perfect again, - Margo stepped aside, checking the result, - go and conquer them.

And the nineteenth went back into this roundabout of slaves, whips, members and moans. And she smiled again, punished, advised and kissed. By the morning she was squeezed like a lemon, but was pleased with herself and considered showing herself completely successful.

- How was the evening - she went to the top three, who was resting, sitting on the couch.

The youngest held a glance around the hall, free from guests and slaves who came to their senses and began to disperse to their chambers.
- Tiring, but in a good way. Pleasant fatigue.
“How are you?” Nineteenth noticed a figure of eight approaching them with a bottle of wine and a glass.
“I am torn between the desire to close my eyes and not see everything that was going on here and the desire to caress myself looking at all this,” the friend replied.
- The same desire.
“And I did, in the toilet,” the three opened her eyes, “twice.”
“They didn't expect anything less from you,” the brunette poured wine into a glass and sipped.

They sat for a minute, silently watching the slaves trudging along to the exit.

- And how did you get here? - Troika broke silence, - we survived so much, but we don’t know anything about each other.
“I guess we didn’t talk about this for a reason,” Nineteenth looked at her.
- Well, then I will tell the first, and you decide. I voluntarily signed a contract here, - the girl continued without waiting for a reaction, - she was not lucky with her parents, they didn’t care about me and it’s not just the thoughts of a little girl. One day my mother told me that I live only because the money she was given for an abortion she spent at a party. Yes, and my brother began to show very strange signs of attention. In general, I was scared and decided that I would not be found here and would not be returned in any way. Actually that's all.
“I will say one thing, not the best place to escape,” the eight took another sip, “We still need to work on planning.”
“At first I also regretted the decision, but you know, Mrs. Wanda taught me more in a year than my parents have in my entire past life, and my sisters,” she looked at the girls, “are ready to help me at any minute.”

- Oh, well, I'll cry now.
“Okay, since the time of revelations has gone,” the brunette set the wine aside, “I am here by the verdict of the court.” She graduated from university, got a job, and the son of the chief began to molest and he, it seems, had not received any refusals before. At one moment I drove into his nose, in front of a heap of witnesses.
- And for that you got here?
- No, then there was nothing, but after 2 months the police came to me and led me to the station. A couple of hours and I sit in a cell waiting to be sent here, confused and not understanding anything. And then he comes in, smiles and says that he will wait for me to be taught to obey and buy, then he will already do a lot of interesting things with me.
- You became a whore because you are not a whore? - Concluded the nineteenth.
- Life is full of irony. But Marcus strongly helped out, he noticed that I had been involved in sports before, on this basis, and I liked him, told me about the situation. He made inquiries, said that the goat had a relative in the police, and that’s what happened so quickly. And he suggested to me the decision to become the best and then he would not have enough money to allow such a toy. That's actually me here. Only your story is left

- Everything is easier for me, - the Blonde looked from one friend to the second, - urgently needed money, a large amount. On the treatment of the father. Only unlike the troika, I was the eldest in the family. There is no education yet, and in order for it to appear it takes time and money again. I acted like a woman, sold myself.
- And how much is a contract?
- Twelve years, not counting the time of study.
Eight already whistled
- I say, the amount ...

“They sit, they are probably tired,” interrupted their acquaintance, the eternally dissatisfied voice of the eleventh, “don't overwork.”
“It’s just impossible to change some things,” the eight expressed complete indifference.
“You think of yourself as queens, but you are the same bitches as everyone here, and not queens.”
“We realized the same before others,” the nineteenth rose from her seat, “that is why we are here and you are there.”
“Okay, all this is nice of course,” the eighth one also got up and took her glass, “but everything ends up once.”
The brunette in one gulp devastated the rest of the glass, quickly went up to the doll and dug a kiss into her lips. The eleventh coughed, a trickle of wine ran down her chin, but they didn’t even think to resist, yet they took their training. The kiss ended as suddenly as it began. The eight just turned around and headed for the exit without saying a word. The eleventh opened her mouth to say something, but only managed to scream. A sharp pain on her buttock interrupted her thought.
- Happily, - threw the troika, passing by.

The doll was left face to face with the last of the three. Nineteenth approached her closely and looked into her eyes, then ran a tongue over the slave's cheek, removing the remnants of wine from her face and finished with a soft kiss.
“Good luck,” the blonde smiled softly as their lips parted. The girl went after her friends.

The eleventh remained standing, with a glass in hand, pouring from the palm of his hand on the ass and with a blank look.
- bitches.

END