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It is recommended to read with caution and not to pronounce the anthem to Satan out loud.
"The reality, as it seems to me, is much worse than any story about the dead, ghosts and aliens."
George Romero.

- Oh, coming.
- Does not go, but writes.
Again for my soul. On the back ran an unpleasant chill.
- Beauty-ah. Hey, touchy!
There were three of them. Three young rich idlers, pursuing me the second day. Yesterday, they waved my hands and invited me into the car. They talked vulgarity. Offered to smash up good. Like, they enjoy, and I earn. Today, one of them stood in the middle of the road and blocked my way.
“Fuck off,” I said, rather abruptly, but he grabbed my arm.

There was no one nearby, we were on a narrow deserted street. I did not like this place. It was dangerous to walk here alone, but this road shortened the way to the house and all the time I was taking a riskless risk.
- You prostitutes, perhaps, a little? - I started, but a wide palm tightly pressed to my face a handkerchief, abundantly moistened with stinking rubbish. I was firmly held, I resisted as best I could, trying to hit the attackers with a sharp pin. I held my breath as far as possible. But even the fish must breathe under water, and frantically inhaling the vapors of the sharply smelling substance with a full breast, I broke down and went limp. Before the eyes swam.

I woke up in a small room with a low ceiling. The windows were draped with thick curtains. A table, several soft chairs, the floor was covered with a fluffy carpet, in the center of which was a professional camera aimed at me on a tripod. I was lying on a wide couch without outerwear. Behind the wall were muffled voices. The head was unbearably sore, there was a cloying sweetish taste in the mouth. A few minutes later my kidnappers appeared in the doorway.
- Where I am? I asked, trying to get up.
- Where no one will look for you.
- What you need?
- Shto-oh about you nyuzhno? - one of them twisted, - you are a fool, right? You do not want for good, will be for bad.
Three rich scumbags considered themselves masters of life.

Yesterday they drove slowly behind me on a clever SUV, and sticking their sugary faces out of the windows, they told me nasty things. Today, the villains decided to accelerate the process of convergence, and moved to action.
The nightmare has begun. They busted me, suppressing the remnants of the will to resist, and started up the carousel. Initially, persistent touches seemed vile. But at some point they suddenly became extremely desirable. Immediately six palms covered my body with caresses, and I curved towards them and pressed them to me.
- Never sucked? - quietly and sternly asked one of the rapists.
“No,” I replied breathlessly.

Then he slapped me in the face and raised his hand to his lips. I gratefully licked her tongue, feeling at the same time how hot and mighty phallus triumphantly bursts into my crotch. The second hung over the mouth and curved arc, I reached out, took. He was pulsing in my mouth, something was dripping from him, and I swallowed this nectar, working diligently with my tongue. Bliss and madness seized my essence. Now I wanted, passionately wanted it to not end. My lovers worked technically and methodically, the excitement grew and the sparks of insane passion seemed to burn through. Consciousness, I knew that waiting for me shame. But this understanding added extra charm to my feelings. Oh, and let the shame. But now I am burning in the vicious flame of violent love. I did not own myself. I wanted. Yes, let them be four. And five. I will make everyone happy at the same time and in turn. I'll die for their desires. I will become their submissive slave Scourge? I will offer now myself.One let him fuck in the mouth, and the second at this moment whips. Or so. He will squeeze my mouth, so that I do not breathe and fucks me too, until I finish.

I proposed. And received. How many times did I finish that day? What they did not get up with me. I did not even suspect that such a thing was possible. Between the buttocks and the vagina at the same time, deep. And of course, also in the mouth. Then take turns. More more. Now again with a whip. One orders to count. The head of the penis regularly beats about the bottom of the uterus, and I think aloud dutifully. For each account on the back, a thin twisted thread of natural leather descended, whistling, cutting through the air and burning the body to the bone marrow. And the waves of passion incinerated the mind. Time stopped. Literally every cell, I experienced continuous bliss in half with tearing pain. She was a whole ocean. And the ocean of passion. The exhaustion grew, and at times I fell into unconsciousness. I was revived in the face and continued. I liked it. Let tomorrow I get on all youtube. Now I’m a whore. I’m much worse. But the fate of the villain was preparing me a real surprise.

Everything comes to an end, the rapists are exhausted. They dragged me into the yard, and dragged me to a car parked near a high brick fence. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pad laid out in bright mosaic. Carved marble columns, statues in the center of a large fountain. They threw me in the back seat and drove me somewhere to the outskirts of the city. I heard it from the fragments of their conversation. The car stopped and one of the guys pushed me outside. He stood and smiled broadly. He did not feel responsible for his actions! Probably was sure that I was his toy thing. He patted me on the cheek familiarly, he thrust a folded piece of paper into my gum of torn pantyhose. The second reluctantly boiled up:
- Good girl. You will be docile, next time you will receive three times more. And you will be smart, and five times, - he said cheekily and threw a coat under my feet.

They left. My head was gradually clearing up, and I realized with horror what had happened to me. In their unambiguous hints, this was only the beginning. Loud enough, I looked around. I was sitting on a wet bench near the tram station. Nearby lay a handbag, from which nothing was lost. Cosmetic bag, wallet with three five hundred. The keys to the apartment. Putting my hand in my bosom, I pulled out a hundred dollar bill from under the gum.
“Shame, cover you, shameless,” I heard the old woman passing by.
I was a rather pitiful and depraved sight. The skirt is torn. Buttons on the blouse were missing. There was no bra. Somehow, having refueled and brought myself to a more or less tolerable view, I went back to a stop. At home, I washed off and doused with shampoo. Long. But you won't wash shame with water. I literally felt sweaty bodies rubbing against me. Slightly smeared on the face of the abrasion, I went to the police and filed a statement about the rape.

The next day I was sitting in the office of the investigator.
“So, Potyomina,” said the white-haired captain, tapping a pencil on the table, “I will tell you honestly.” Your business was hinted at putting on brakes very big people. We have calculated guys. But they repeat in chorus that everything was by mutual consent. They?
The investigator laid out on the table photos.
- They are the most. Why on the brakes?
“First, there are no witnesses to your abduction or rape.” Secondly, for some reason, immediately there were other witnesses. They claim that you voluntarily got into the car with these guys, you talked nicely, laughed and even kissed. Such is the alignment, Potyomina. I have nothing but your statement. One of the golden boys is the son of the general director of a construction company. The second is the son of an official of Gazprom. The third is the son of an influential oligarch. But I believe you. I believe that these guys have created with you, and I do not believe these fake witnesses. Your rapists claim that you provided them with sexual services voluntarily and for money. Did you take money from them?

I silently nodded, remembering about a hundred dollars, which I stuck behind the pantyhose.
- You see. Even if it comes ...

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