Alina is at Gennady's disposal.

Today was the second day of summer vacation, and after waking up around 11 a.m., Alina was planning to go for a walk. Her boyfriend Ruslan had to leave for a neighboring town for his great-grandfather's funeral, and he asked Alina not to be bored.

After taking a shower, Alina thought about where to go to fulfill Ruslan's request. She had already called two friends and arranged to meet for a walk when suddenly, the person she least wanted to hear from called her.

 — I'm waiting in the courtyard of your house. — said a cold, cruel voice.

 — Ah, what do you want? — Alina asked, bewildered.

 — Get down here, and stop yapping! — demanded the caller, and Alina was forced to comply.

Alina went out and met an old acquaintance in the courtyard. In the summer, he wasn't wearing a leather jacket—it was hot—he had on a denim jacket, jeans, and huge, heavy lace-up boots. His head was shaved very short, and his gray eyes looked as cold and cruel as always.

 — Let's go. — he ordered.

Alina followed him.

 — Where are we going? — Alina asked as they walked.

The leader of the skinhead group walked at a steady pace, but Alina had to run to keep up.

 — You'll find out soon. — he promised.

They walked a couple of blocks, entered the entrance of a nine-story building, and found themselves in the elevator.

 — Remember this building. — said the skinhead. — Your new owner lives here.

 — What? — Alina was stunned.

 — I sold you to him. — he said, as if it were nothing.

 — But how? — Alina was at a loss for words. — How can I be sold?

 — I gave him the videos of you. — explained the skinhead. — He gave me money. That's how I sold you.

 — But, that's... — Alina was beside herself. — But how will I now...

 — Now you'll do whatever he says. — replied the cruel voice.

 — But what if he does something to me? — Alina was ready to cry.

 — That's his right. — shrugged the skinhead leader. — A person decides for themselves how to treat their property. If he wants, he'll put you on a chain; if he wants, he'll brand you. I don't care.

Tears welled up in Alina's eyes; she wanted to throw herself into the arms of the man who had "sold" her, burst into tears, and evoke his pity so he would stop all this.

 — Wipe your eyes. — ordered the leader. — You'll lose your marketable appearance.

The apartment door was opened by a man of average height, around 35 years old, of average build, unshaven. He didn't look like a fascist; he seemed like an ordinary person at first glance.

 — Everything as agreed. — said the skinhead, pushing Alina into the hands of her new owner, and walked away.

 — Come in. — The man's voice was low and heavy, but soft.

 — Hello. — Alina said timidly and entered.

 — My name is Gennady. — the man introduced himself. — Come in.

Alina was even surprised by his calm and peaceful tone.

She took off her shoes, and he led her to one of the rooms in the apartment. Gennady sat down at the computer and pointed Alina to the second chair.

 — Take a look at this. — He started some video, and Alina saw herself in horror, giving a blowjob. The guy wasn't visible, but his penis was clearly captured, as was Alina's face.

 — The quality, as you can see, is not bad. — said Gennady. — And considering it was shot with a phone—it's simply excellent. Everything is visible and clear. I edited these clips myself, made 5 of them, ranging from one to three minutes long. Selected the best, so to speak.

 — Listen, it's very hard for me to be in this situation, but maybe you'll understand me. — Alina pleaded. — I can't spend my whole life servicing everyone like a prostitute; I want this to finally stop!

Alina felt hurt and sick. She didn't even know how much she was sold for, nor what would happen to her now.

Alina thought she needed to do it quickly so that Gennady would think it was enough. She got off the chair, knelt down, and reached for her new owner's penis with her hands.

 — Seems you're just as good in real life as on the recording. — said Gennady, not resisting, and soon Alina pulled his penis out of his pants and took it into her mouth.

His penis was larger than average, but that wasn't a problem for Alina. She worked diligently with her mouth, taking the penis in and out, periodically licking the head. Gennady, remaining calm, placed his right palm on Alina's head and rhythmically pressed down, sending his penis into her throat. He breathed calmly, and Alina thought he didn't like what she was doing; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stay so calm. But Gennady quickly came, holding Alina's head in place at that climactic moment.

Alina swallowed easily, although there was a lot of semen. Gennady must have been abstaining for several days.

 — Excellent. — said Gennady, putting his penis back in his pants, and Alina sat back on the chair.

 — Go to the bathroom and wash up, just in case. — Gennady instructed. — I'll give you a robe.

Alina understood where this was going. He was planning to have regular sex with her. This was what Alina feared.

 — Listen, I'll do THAT for you as many times as you want. — Alina began to beg him. — Just, please, don't ask for anything else!

 — I don't understand, you don't want to obey already? — Gennady was outraged. — Get to the bathroom now!

Alina cried, unable to hold back.

 — I'll call your supplier now. — threatened Gennady. — I'll say you're rebelling and demand my money back!

Alina quieted down and wiped her tears.

 — Am I your property forever? — asked Alina.

 — Nothing is forever. — Gennady replied philosophically. — My wife left me recently; I simply lack a woman. Maybe in another situation, blowjobs would have been enough. But not now!

Alina realized she was doomed.

 — If you try conscientiously, you'll be free in 2–3 months. — Gennady cheered her up. — Probably.

Alina submitted and went to the bathroom.

 — Spread your legs. — ordered Gennady, entering the bathroom while Alina was already attending to hygiene. Alina shamefully complied.

 — Here, take this. — He gave her a razor. — Shave off the hair; I don't like anything on the pubic area.

Alina was insulted by these words—she had little hair on her pubic area, and Ruslan, for example, had never said anything about it. But she had no choice, and soon her pubic area was completely bare. After finishing her bath, Alina dried off and wrapped herself in the robe. She dried her hair with a hairdryer and, trembling with fear, appeared before her owner.

 — Already ready? — He smirked. — Well, come here. Keep in mind, I don't like condoms; when you go home, buy some contraceptive you can take after the act.

Alina completely lost her ability to speak. He was going to rape her, and without a condom! And he didn't care that she was at risk.

Of course, Alina was on birth control pills because of Ruslan, but nevertheless, she was beside herself with resentment.

And Gennady didn't care; he took off her robe, threw off his own clothes, and, pushing her onto the bed, spread her legs. His penis had hardened again after the blowjob and was now roughly trying to invade Alina's body.

 — What a tight hole. — Gennady admired. — I love these!

In reality, Alina's vagina wasn't that narrow—it was just that her muscles had tightened from fear. What was worse was that Alina was completely dry.

Gennady thrust his battering ram into her and began moving quickly and rhythmically. Alina felt pain and clenched her teeth. He went deeper and deeper; Alina's head was already spinning, and she felt like she was about to lose consciousness.

 — No! — she exclaimed, trying to push Gennady away. — Please! Stop!!!

Gennady grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed. He continued moving, ignoring Alina's cries. But he wasn't going to tolerate them for long.

 — Shut up, slut! — He stopped, released Alina's hands, and slapped her. — Do you want the neighbors to hear?

 — It hurts! — replied Alina. — It hurts a lot!

 — Endure it. — Gennady simply replied. — Ten minutes and I'll finish; what are you afraid of?

 — I'm dry. — Alina informed him. — Please let me fix that!

Gennady moved back, and Alina sat up. She wet her hand with saliva and lubricated the entrance to her vagina, then leaned over to Gennady's penis and began licking it from all sides, trying to coat it with as much saliva as possible.

 — Smart girl. — praised Gennady. It seemed he liked the feeling of her tongue on his penis, and Alina decided to use this to her advantage. She began licking and sucking his penis, hoping Gennady would come in her mouth and not invade her unfortunate vagina again.

At first, everything went according to plan.

 — Enough. — Gennady suddenly cut her off, as if guessing her intention. Alina, with regret, gave the penis one last lick, coating it thoroughly with saliva, and obediently lay on her back, spreading her legs.

The saliva helped, and this time Gennady entered her less painfully. It still hurt Alina, but it was bearable.

Gennady moved, pressing his unshaven cheek against Alina's neck. Even his stubble caused Alina pain; to her, he was the very embodiment of roughness and aggression.

 — Who is your owner? — asked Gennady, breathing heavily.

 — You, my Master! — Alina feigned subservience as best she could, and he seemed to believe it.

 — Who is your master? — he asked again, his voice already distorted by the approaching orgasm.

 — You are my Master! — Alina concealed her contempt for this idiot. — My Master!

These words probably hastened his ejaculation, and Gennady, injecting a substantial amount of semen into Alina, collapsed on her and lay still. If not for the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed, one might have thought he was dead.

Alina found it hard under his weight, but as always, she endured.

 — See how well it turned out. — said Gennady, smiling as he came to. — You can go to the bathroom.

Alina didn't say that he was the one who should go to the bathroom—he was all sweaty from the act. She quickly ran to the bathroom, thoroughly washing herself as if trying to rid herself of the experience. When she returned, Gennady was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and his penis, which Alina hated, was aiming at the ceiling with its large head.

"Has he not had sex for a month?" — Alina thought in horror and, climbing onto the bed, positioned herself between her owner's legs. She quickly began giving him a blowjob, hoping this time it would be enough.

 — Oh, how playful we are! — Gennady sneered. — But we'll play by my rules! Get on all fours!

If Alina had been scared before, it was only slightly. Now she was horrified!

Unable to object, she obeyed. Gennady positioned himself behind her, roughly spread her buttocks, but to Alina's relief, he inserted his penis into her vagina.

Alina had tried the doggy style position with Ruslan only once, and for some reason she didn't like it—the penis went in too deep, and it hurt.

But now it hurt a hundred times more. Alina clenched her teeth and endured, trying to relax her muscles so they wouldn't be torn by Gennady's impudent thrusts.

 — When it tightens, it's like a keyhole! — Gennady laughed.

What was worse was that Gennady moved very fast. Anyone who likes the "man from behind" position knows that under certain circumstances, you can achieve considerable speed.

Gennady kept accelerating, and Alina wondered how much longer she could endure. The torture wasn't brief, but it wasn't endless either. Gennady panted, pulled his penis