“So, the fate of the villain made her choice,” Viktor Vasilyevich’s squeaky voice tore her from bitter thoughts, “and here they are four chosen ones who have a difficult task to do. We applaud our lucky friends! Wear masks and please frame one by one. One moment. As a tool, they will give you a rod, if you do not mind ... A whip in inept hands, you know, this is a matter ... dangerous. I would not want you to have a work injury!

The old man laughed at his joke and, bowing away, lay back in his chair and began to fill his glass.

Irma approached Irina, who did not hear anything, and grabbed her hair, turned her face up.

- Take a position! She hissed in her face.

Gosha, who came up, took a whip from her mouth and put in a long rod. Irina was shaking all over, barely holding her body with half-bent, weakened legs. Finally, Gosha guessed to slightly tighten the rope, for which the athlete was suspended and she was able to relax her legs and spread her knees wide.

To the trembling Nine in the waddle came the first of the winning lots of men. The stocky, broad-shouldered Asian guy, who did not want to wear a mask, pulled off his shirt and played muscles on the camera, raised his hand in greeting. Squatting in front of her, he stroked her cheek and took his chin, looked indifferently into his eyes. The athlete swallowed convulsively, and often blinked, looked intimidated at the Asian. Having shook her gaze, he let go of her face and carefully stroking the dark and swollen traces of the whip, he nodded meaningfully and stood up, grabbed the handle of the long rod of the woman’s teeth.

Having gone a couple of steps, he took a position to the right of Irina. Lifting the rod, he put it to the second breast, between the nipple and the trail left by the Austrian. Having made a half-step ahead, he began to try on for a long time, then lifting, then dropping a nervously trembling tip and wondering where it was better to strike.

Irina looked at the frowning man with pleading eyes, shuddering and squinting with each false stroke of his rod. Seeing her gaze, he grinned and, with a wink, continued to make false strokes, harassing, obviously not only her, but everyone around. Finally, he waved sharply, whistling through the air. The movement turned out so fast and elusive that everyone continued to think that the tiresome Asian continues to dance with a tambourine before a trifling matter. However, a distinct click and ringing of the bell on the barely flapping chest indicated that the blow had been struck.

- NINE!!! - the woman squealed, feeling a strong growing burning sensation no longer somewhere in particular, but in the entire right side of the body - AAA! More please!! Ahhh !!!

Her screams drowned again in loud applause from the audience.

- Bravo! - someone sang an approving shout and the Asian, pleased with the result of his work, nodded his head quite.

Irma again approached close to the screaming Irina and, lingering on her face, lowered the camera to her chest. The small pinkish strip swelled quickly and became red right at the nipple level, but neatly, interrupting exactly at the areola border. From terrible pain, the woman began to turn her torso from side to side, which is why red breasts began to scatter to the sides, causing the athlete even more pain by dragging the weight of the rings in the nipples.

The light-haired boy reappeared in the frame, abundantly slick with anesthetic on his chest. Irma, contrary to her wont, did not begin to shout at Irina this time, but, in silence, began to wait until the woman calmed down.

Finally, the athletes' cries became quieter and the Asian, putting back a rod in her teeth, solemnly returned to the gym.

Immediately, instead of him, a fat man came out in the same mask as Gosha. He did not wait for the woman to stop howling through her teeth squeezed on a flexible rod. Pulling the instrument out of her mouth, stepped away from him and, almost without aiming, swung. The blow turned out to be blurred and fell below the chest, taking a hanging weight to the left side of the abdomen.

The bell twitched and Irina, screaming, shouted through crying:

- TEN!!! More please!!!

Frustrated, the fat man put the rod back in her teeth and, grumbling something like “Shut up!”, Headed for his place.

- Next! - came the sharp voice of Irma.

A tall, lanky man in light linen trousers and a battered vest stretched over his naked body headed towards Irina. Like the Asian, he also did not wear masks. Despite his awkward physique, he quite skillfully picked up the rod in his hand and, after quickly examining it, swung it in the air several times. His face grimaced and he put the rod back into the athlete's mouth and went to the stand with the rest of the props. Having chosen a longer rod, he again whistled several times over him and, finally, returned to Irina. Her head was lowered forward again, and her greasy, tangled hair hung in front of her, as if trying to protect her unfortunate breasts from further blows. Irma made a sign to Gaucher and he, pulling the athlete's hair off into a bun, pulled it back and began pulling some kind of duct tape to the rope stretching upwards, on which she was kept in a sitting position.

The woman’s face, which has changed beyond recognition from the pangs, now looked ahead with a wild, often blinking gaze. From the right nostrils to the chin flowed stinging mucus bizarrely iridescent glare in the light of spotlights. The whites of the eyes, like a vampire, were red with bursting capillaries, and indeed the whole situation was more like an exorcism session than a porn movie, even with elements of sadism.

The lanky man, seeing that the woman’s breasts were open again, began to aim at his left breast, which, he thought, was smaller than his neighbor. He put a long rod to the side of the untouched side of the chest and aiming for a short time, abruptly waved his hand and struck with a strong whistle. The chest shook so that the weight with the bell made a full turn in front of Irina’s face and, on returning, hit the left side.

- ELEVEN! ... AAAAAA! Nooooooooo !!! Still please ... - that there is urine the sportswoman screamed, again having rested her feet against the floor and trying in vain to jump. Urine sprinkled several times from the perineum with a thin stream, sprinkling a slippery wooden floor that was so shiny from sweat and tears. Irma quickly lowered the camera, having managed to remove the pulsing jets and the hall excitedly rustled, drowning out the last words of the athlete.

- Bravo, Yegorych! Well done! Beautiful, as roasted! ... Yes, he gave the filler to wake up! ...

Condemning cries rang out from the depths of the hall, reaching the ears of a victim writhing in pain, helplessly scattering her feet on the wet floor. Gosha and the guy with the anesthetic again ran to her. Together, they began to fuss over her, trying to calm and prepare for the final blow.

The hall continued to make noise while “Egorych” returned to its place. Viktor Vasilyevich, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, said:

- Semen Egorych! You once again do not cease to delight me. Such a masterpiece blow and so impeccably held. It seems to me that if there was a mosquito sitting on her chest, you could easily have finished it!

- Hahaha! What a crazy fantasy you have, Viktor Vasilyevich! - lanky laughed, - although the idea is interesting, we will have to try!

“I am always at your service, my dear, just let me know,” the old man winked at him.

Finally, the howling of the nines began to subside little by little, and Gosh again helped her to take the necessary position, sticking out her ripped chest.

The last to whom the lot fell was Gunther. He, like Lange, wore only glasses. Carefully taking a rod, he stood directly in front of Irina and, jabbed with the tip into the same chest, where he tried to hit the fat man.As a target, he identified an untouched bright place, where previous punches did not reach due to bulges. He put the rod to the target several times and quickly waved his hand. The flexible tip cut the air from the side, just hit the inside of the chest, throwing it aside, causing the load to go round the body, hit the shoulder blade and returned with a bell chime ...