Fresh prey was morally broken even at the capture stage. She did not even have to bind tightly, she had enough scotch on her wrists and ankles to hold her crucified on the cross. Her head dangled limply, her blond hair peeled over her forehead, her tearful eyes half closed. I raised my face Olga by the chin.

- Open your eyes.

She obeyed. I looked at the beautiful tear-stained face with a red rubber ball in my mouth.

- Now I will take out the gag, but you do not scream, and you will only answer my questions and obey. Do you understand?

Olga quickly nodded. I opened the clasps and released her mouth. The woman looked down at the floor again.

- look at me, stupid cow! Yes, like this. Do not cry! Do not cry, I said!

The sound of heavy slaps sounded in the room. The woman bit her lips and fell silent. Nobody rubbed his dusted face.

- Listen here, animal. Now you are my trophy and you are completely in my power. Henceforth, you will call me "my lord" and nothing else. I will do with you and your damn body everything that pleases me. If you play along well and do not kick, your skin will not suffer much. All clear?

- Yes, my lord. And then you let me go home to the family?

- Well, of course, let him go. For beloved husband and beloved children. Play and let go. I'm not a beast! Nobody, scissors.

* * *

Vova diminished a little from foot to foot on the landing and pressed the bell. The door opened and on the threshold he was greeted by his friend Peter.

- Come on in, - Petun gundosil and straightened his glasses in thick rim.

Vova was his only and best friend. After all, only Vova also loved comics and cartoons about Batman and Superman, and not cars, booze, computer shooters or rap, like most of their peers. And only Vova defended him in the yard and school when hooligans took away pocket money from Petit. Only Pete was unaware that Vova was friends with him only because of his mother's pet, Olga Sergeyevna. Her cheerful voice rang out from the kitchen:

- Vova, is that you? Will you pancakes? I just fry.

- Yes, Aunt Aunt, I will, only wash my hands.

- Come on. We have sour cream and honey. What do you love with?

- I love your pancakes with everything!

Vova washed his hands in the bathroom and went into the kitchen. Olga Sergeevna was sitting and smiling at the table. From the sight of her beautiful and young face for her age, as well as from soft and soft hands folded on a heavy massive chest, Vova's heart pounded wildly, and his teenage libido woke up sharply! Vova blushed deeply and quickly jumped on a stool, until Olga Sergeyevna noticed his bulging fly. Petya sat down beside him.

- How are parents doing? - asked the hostess.

- Normally, do not get sick.

- And how are you doing at school?

- Normally, without twos.

- They say you have a teacher of geography gone a week ago, Irina Vladimirovna?

Vova almost choked on pancake from such a question.

- Yes, they say her Gypsies kidnapped and sold to the organs! - Pyndosil Peter.

- What a horror! Invents everyone! Parents from the committee gossip that there are ordinary amorous affairs. Crashed on some young hahalya and drove off with him to the south! She is still hoo, and her husband is over fifty. Well, you still too early to think about this.

- Yeah, - growled Vova.

- Yes, you eat Vovochka, do not be shy, dip pancakes in sour cream. Our smetanka is good, without chemicals and any GMOs, we take it on the farmers market.

- Fpafibo, I kufayu and not fefnyayuf.

- Chew, chew. When I eat, I am deaf and dumb.

Olga Sergeyevna kindly patted her reddish hair. Vova felt the sweet aroma of an expensive perfume mixed with fresh female sweat. From the surging feelings, he froze with a pancake not chewed in his mouth. He with incredible effort swallowed a delicious pancake, pushed the plate away and thanked the hospitable hostess:

- Thank you, Aunt Aunt, I ate.

- So fast? And you, Petenka?

Peter without appetite chewed a pancake with honey and looked at mom. He could not wait to retire in his apartment with his best friend and discuss the new Superman series, and not eat stupid pancakes and listen to woman’s gossip. But he also loved his mother very much and did not want to offend him.

- I already had lunch before, mom, thank you. Can we go to the room?

- Well, since you are not hungry, then go, have fun.

She picked up the dishes from the table and walked away. As he left, Vova looked around at the figure that was so agitating him in a tight robe.

- To sing, wait in the room, I drive into the impulse, itch.

- Okay I will wait. Only you are not long.

- A few minutes.

Little Johnny went to the toilet, sat down on the toilet and began to frantically masturbate. His imagination painted Aunt Olya, broken and humiliated, with a gag in her mouth, crucified naked on a cross, all in red stripes from whipping and drops of melted wax. Just like Irina Vladimirovna a week ago! He finished quickly and brightly, having shot himself in the toilet, with his mouth closed with his hand, so that no one could hear his moans. Vova put himself in order and went to Pete's room to listen to his superhero nudyatinu. Nothing, not long enough for him to endure this underdeveloped imbecile!

* * *

Vova noticed Olga Sergeyevna almost immediately after moving to a new home, just over a year ago. His father and husband Olga Sergeyevna bought apartments in an elite new building in one entrance, but on different floors. On that memorable day, Vova stood below and waited for the elevator when the front door opened and a thick guy with glasses and a woman in a short summer dress with a large flower pot entered the porch. The elevator door opened, Vova walked in first, followed by an aunt and a guy. The elevator was cramped, the guy was wide, and the pot was large, so that the woman crushed Vovochka against the wall with her wide bust. His groin rested against his bare femur, and his face between large, soft and fragrant breasts, so that Vova clearly saw every drop of female sweat in the décolleté.

- Oh, I'm so awkward! Don't you hurt, man?

- No, no, what are you, nonsense!

- Well and good. What floor are you on?

- On the eighth.

- And to us on the seventh. So, we will be neighbors.

The elevator moved silently. The woman again cooed in her deep and beautiful voice:

- Have you already transported all the stuff? And then we, as you can see, still can not cope.

- Yes, everything seems to be.

- Lucky! But I myself have to carry indoor plants, my husband, you see, not up to them!

The woman shifted her entire journey from one foot to the other, trying to get up comfortably, and her right thigh rubbed against the vovka scrotum, and her chest tickled her nose and cheeks. His teenage member was ready to jump out, but Vova was in tight jeans and the woman did not notice anything. He raised his hand, ostensibly to scratch his nose, and, as it were, accidentally ran his hand over the smooth velvety skin of his thigh and juicy chest through his dress. Oh, yes, for his age, his skin was very soft and tender, like a 20-year-old student!

- And here is our floor!

The woman and her son began to leave, and Vova pulled up the hem of a light colorful dress and saw over her slender legs a big and beautiful white ass, with a red strings in the middle. Then more than once he will erase his pisyun to bloody blisters, recalling this picture! But this later. And now the neighbor turned around in surprise, but the dress was already in place. She thought about something, but apparently came to the conclusion that she just thought. She smiled sweetly at her new neighbor and asked:

- What do you call, boy?

- Vova.

- Very nice. And Olga Sergeevna, you can simply Aunt Olya. And this is my son Peter, or just Petya.

- Very nice.

- You come to visit the housewarming, we live in that apartment.

- I will definitely come. And then you come to us, if dad will allow.

- Well, see you soon, Vova!

- See you later, Aunt Olya.

The elevator door slammed shut and Vova drove to his eighth floor. Holguin, a slutty, mocking gaze, he will now often dream too ...