Bad guys
Tati was sitting on the floor in a huge room, handcuffed to a radiator. The handcuffs were rubbing her wrists badly, it was very unpleasant. She was very hot in the strict dark blue business suit she had put on for work in the morning. The shoes with ankle straps were pinching tightly. She had bought them yesterday and hadn't had time to break them in properly. Her hair, gathered into a tight bun in the morning, had come loose and now fell in light curls onto her shoulders. A thin trickle of sweat rolled down her forehead to her cheek, further down her neck, reached the hollow of her throat, and disappeared into the cleft of her breasts. She really needed to use the bathroom, but Tati understood that such luxury was
not in her immediate future.She barely remembered what had happened to her after she went into her boss's office at the very end of the workday to place the daily report on his desk. The boss was sitting at his desk, silently reviewing papers. When he saw Tati, he smiled, remarked that she looked tired, and offered her a cup of coffee so she "wouldn't fall asleep on the subway." Tati agreed. And then, darkness. He had slipped something into the coffee, but she realized that only later, when she woke up weak and exhausted in this terrible room.
There was only one door and not a single window; the room looked like a huge storage space, cluttered with various kinds of furniture. In one corner huddled a pair of leather sofas, in another, a similar armchair. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, a couple of talentless paintings reminiscent of abstract art were on the walls; in this situation, it all seemed like some kind of freak show to Tati. The walls were covered with striped wallpaper. The door was unusual. It somewhat resembled a prison door, with a huge wheel and a viewing window.
Tati hadn't fully come to her senses yet and hadn't fully realized what was actually happening. The girl tried to turn, but every movement was difficult for her. Some movement was heard from behind the door. Tati tried to figure out what it could be, but then the round wheel on the door turned, and it creaked open. The girl didn't immediately understand who was standing before her.
— Igor Pe-Petrovich… — she groaned, not believing her eyes.
He was about forty-five, with graying hair appearing on his balding head. A small beer belly stretched his white shirt; he was dressed in a black business suit and a beige tie. His greasy little eyes ran up Tati's legs and stopped at the level of her bust.
— What happened, c-could you explain to me… — here the girl faltered as the boss slowly approached her.
— It's nothing, sweetie, everything's fine, you won't upset your daddy, will you? — Igor Petrovich's voice was so disgusting that hearing it made Tati want to wash her hands.
— What are you talking about? — she couldn't help herself, breaking into a slight cry.
— No need to get nervous, my little doll, don't you like your accommodations? — he squatted down in front of Tati and reached his hands toward her bust.
The girl tried to pull away, but she didn't have the strength. Igor Petrovich, sensing her impulse, grabbed the girl by the hair with one hand and began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse with the other.
— What nonsense is this? — groaned Tati, but Igor didn't even hear her; he persistently continued unbuttoning the buttons.
Finally, he finished his task and stared lewdly at her small, neat breasts, hidden in the cups of her bra.
— How cute, — he said in a quiet voice, as if pondering something, and then reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small pair of nail scissors.
Tati recognized them as her own.
"God, those bastards even went through my bag!" flashed through her mind.
Igor Petrovich carefully began cutting the bra strap. As soon as he finished, and Tati's breasts were finally freed from their lacy confines, something vile, animalistic appeared in his gaze. Tati became frightened.
— What a pretty little thing you'll be, — Igor grinned, — just like a doll, perfect for games. So tender, unspoiled. And you smell like some very pleasant flowers. A real sight.
— What games? — Tati frowned, beginning to vaguely understand why she had been brought here.
— See this little room? — Igor waved his hand at the interior. — It's all for you. If you want to get out, you won't succeed; you'll be guarded. Try to scream, no one will hear you; this room is in an abandoned factory, and there's not a soul for kilometers around. If you're a good girl, it'll be easier for you, and if not, we have our own methods. Got it?
— What methods? — Tati tried to shake Igor's hand off her hair, but he only tightened his grip.
— That's for later, but for now… — his hand slid under her skirt and headed straight for her vagina.
Tati tried to shrink away, but Igor yanked her hair so hard that tears streamed from her eyes. She went slightly limp. The boss's hand continued its movement. Finally, Igor reached his goal and, moving Tati's panties aside, began diligently rubbing her clitoris. At first, it hurt Tati, but then her head slowly began to grow foggy. For a split second, the girl lost her vigilance, and when she came to her senses and stared at her boss, he was already unzipping his fly.
— Don't! — groaned Tati, receiving a ringing slap in response.
— Yes, we do! Yes, we do! — Igor Petrovich's voice trembled.
He freed his swollen member from his gray underpants with the wide elastic and began masturbating forcefully while looking at Tati. The girl squeezed her eyes shut. Igor moved closer to her and slowly began to hike up her skirt. It was quite tight, and when he finally freed her round thighs, it gathered in huge folds on her stomach. He didn't even bother to pull off her panties, but simply moved them aside and, breathing hotly into the girl's face, forcefully inserted his member into her. Tati shuddered, a tremor ran through her body. Igor Petrovich began moving evenly back and forth at first, but soon his pace quickened, and he began thrusting in and out of Tati harder and harder. The girl no longer felt anything; she just lay silently with her eyes closed, trying to suppress her disgust. Tears streamed from her closed eyes. Igor Petrovich began fondling her breasts. He greedily bit into her nipples so hard that the girl even cried out in pain. With each minute, he was getting closer to finishing, and Tati only held back martyr-like, trying not to scream at the top of her lungs from the despair that overwhelmed her. The boss's hands forcefully held her hips and inquisitively impaled her on his member. The girl didn't understand how long this torment lasted, but finally, the Boss's face contorted, then he let out a thin chuckle, a sigh, and Tati felt a hot stream of semen shoot inside her. Igor Petrovich pulled away. Tati was all wet; her own secretions mixed with the boss's semen, and, squeezing her legs, she felt how unpleasantly wet it was between her legs.
— Excellent, girl, — said Igor and, rising to his knees, brought his member to Tati's face, — now lick it clean, my sweet, daddy can't go around dirty.
Tati tried to turn her head away, but Igor grabbed her by the hair again and shoved his member into her mouth. After moving his hips back and forth a few times, he threw the girl's head to the side and zipped up his fly.
— Tired, treasure? — he asked with a kind smile.
— What? — Tati couldn't help herself, spitting saliva onto the floor, which tasted of semen and her own secretions.
— Don't rush, sunshine, this isn't the end yet, — with these words, Igor turned his back to Tati and, turning the round wheel on the door, left the room.
Two minutes later, the wheel creaked again, and two men appeared in the doorway of the room; a third walked behind them and helped close the door.
One was tall and swarthy, looking about forty; the second was of medium height, plump, with a sweaty face; and the third was rough-looking, stooped, with the menacing gaze of a sadist.
— Oh! What a delight, — mumbled the plump one.
— Stop flapping your gums, you idiot, — threatened the stooped one, — let's get down to business already, or it's deathly boring.
— Where should we start? — grinned the tall one.
— There's no 'where to start' here, mumbled the stooped one and quickly strode toward Tati.
Squatting down, he reached for her handcuffs, but suddenly jerked as if remembering something and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small syringe and, squeezing the air out of it, inserted the needle into the vein of the resisting Tati. The drug began to act instantly, and within a couple of minutes, Tati was fully aware of everything but couldn't move a single part of her body.
The stooped man unfastened the handcuffs and, taking the girl's paralyzed body, carelessly threw her onto the sofa. Tati felt pain in her back but couldn't move. The plump man approached her and began pulling off her skirt and panties, the swarthy man her jacket and blouse. Tati lay in an uncomfortable position, completely naked, face down on the leather sofa. It turned out to be quite wide.
The stooped man began unbuttoning his trousers and, lowering them to his knees, lay down next to Tati. He turned her back toward him, and the girl felt the firm head of his erect member press against her anus. A thrust, and the stooped man's member was already inside the girl, but the man wasn't in a hurry to move; he placed his hands on her chest and began toying with her nipples. The plump man also pulled down his pants and lay down next to Tati, right in front of her face, breathing the smell of stale alcohol into her face. His small penis was already erect, and he inserted it into the girl's vagina. Placing his hands on her hips, he began stroking them evenly. Tati was aware of all this and felt every touch but couldn't move a hand or a leg. The swarthy man took off his pants completely and, positioning himself to the side, shoved his huge member into Tati's mouth. First, the plump man began to move; he was the most impatient. Then the stooped man began impaling Tati's ass onto his member; the swarthy man forcefully thrust his penis into her mouth so hard that Tati even felt pain. The men began working like a well-oiled machine. Tati felt three members swelling, twitching, and moving inside her at once.
At first, it hurt her, but then, from the accelerating movements, it began to feel pleasant. Her clitoris swelled and began to pulse; Tati had her first orgasm, fluid streamed like a river between her legs, then she had a second orgasm. She couldn't even scream. The swarthy man came first; he pulled his member out of Tati's open mouth, and his semen dripped down her cheeks. Then a powerful stream shot into Tati's colon, and then the plump man came, letting out a stifled cry before his orgasm. Tati thought that now the men would finally leave her alone to leak semen, but neither the stooped man nor the plump one moved; both were tired and decided not to budge. Soon Tati realized they had fallen asleep. As they were falling asleep, they slowly, as if playing, inserted and withdrew their members from Tati's holes.
A long time passed, and Tati felt two limp members inside her the entire time. The Stooped man woke up first and woke the plump one. Tati realized she could move again and tried to break free, but the swarthy man, jumping up from the armchair, forcefully pressed her face into the sofa. Then he grabbed her with a jerk and put her in a doggy-style position so that her rear was raised above his head.
— Don't struggle, — he growled.
The swarthy man's huge member penetrated her vagina and forcefully began thrusting in and out… The swarthy man was getting into a frenzy. He was hurting her, pulling her back and forth, forcefully impaling her on his penis. Then he sat on the sofa and, placing Tati on his member like a rag doll, began playing with her, impaling her warm, flowing hole onto his penis like on a peg. The stooped man couldn't stand it and pressed himself against Tati's breast; the plump one pressed against the other. Now they were both licking her breasts with incredible frenzy. The girl was in pain again.