Ownership of the "Yeger" Bath Complex or Paying for Others' Mistakes

Part 1

Chapter 2.

16 to One — Place Your Bets, Gentlemen, or May the Strongest Win.

Perhaps the most terrifying ordeals and the filthiest things that happened to me occurred in this chapter. Now I can describe the events of those days; it no longer hurts to remember. So, I will try to tell you in as much detail as possible what I endured at the "Yeger" Bath Complex in June 2013.

So, we arrived at "B.K. Yeger".

I began hesitantly taking off my top, and my eyes welled up with tears again.

— Come on, come on, hurry up, what are you dawdling for? — said Gray, yanking

my top off me and then my panties right away.

— Mashenka, take her to the shower, let her wash up first, she'll eat afterwards, — Gray showed some concern.

— Okay, I'll take care of it right now, — Maria jumped out from the next room.

— Let's go, what's your name?

— Yulia.

— Yul, whatever they do, don't argue with them, do everything they say. These guys are psychos; you can't even imagine what they can do to you, — Maria instructed me as we walked down the corridor.

Then she stopped me, took my hands, and looking into my eyes said:

— Especially, be careful with Sedy (the Gray-Haired one). He's a terrible sadist, and if he doesn't like something, death will be the lightest punishment.

For some reason, this girl inspired trust.

— Is there any way to escape from here? I can't take this anymore. You should have seen what those four did to me in front of my husband, — I started crying hopelessly again.

— You can't run away from here. It's 30 km to the city, 5 km to the highway. There are never any outsiders here, only their own people. And even if you run, they'll find you.

— But why do they need me? It's too much honor for just me; they can get any girl.

— Yul, these guys are maniacs; they enjoy tormenting people. Here, this will help you get through the night, — she handed me some blue pill. I swallowed it, and we moved on.

Arriving at the shower room, Maria gave me a towel, shampoo, toothpaste with a toothbrush like the ones given on long-distance trains, and an enema. I looked at it in horror as if it were an instrument of torture.

— It's necessary and for your own good, — the girl read my thoughts.

— Here's a robe. You have 15 minutes.

When Maria left, I stood under the shower, covered my face with my hands, and cried.

Fifteen minutes later, Shved (the Swede) came for me.

— W-well, are y-you r-ready? Let's go.

I didn't know what to prepare for, but without asking questions, I followed him.

— What are they going to do to me?

— D-don't worry, th-they w-won't k-kill you, — Shved cut me off.

We entered the main room. It was very large. In the middle stood a long table with half-empty bottles of vodka and cognac, lots of various snacks, greens, and shashlik. Around the table, along the perimeter, were leather sofas. On them, some naked, some in underwear, some draped with sheets, sat men. There were n of them in total.

— The irony of fate or "with light steam," — I thought ironically.

In front of a fat man, a naked girl was on her knees, licking his limp, small penis.

When we entered, Gus (the Goose) was enthusiastically telling how they "pressed" my husband, what a "stallion" he was, and how they fucked me right in front of his eyes.

— Ah, here's our beauty, — Gus, already tipsy, joyfully shouted.

He jumped up abruptly and came towards me.

He took me by the hand and led me to the table.

— Here she is, guys. Imagine, her pussy tightens when she cums. Fuck, I'm telling you, a very talented woman. Tell them, Shved!

— Yeah, — Shved answered indifferently and downed a glass of vodka.

The crowd looked with interest at the new victim. But I wasn't as scared as before. Maybe I thought the girl, who was still tiredly working on the fat man's dick, had managed to temper their ardor, or maybe the pill Maria gave me had taken effect. In any case, the fear had gone somewhere; I only felt hunger. It was 3:15, and I hadn't eaten since 4 PM that day. The only thing in my stomach for the last five hours was the sperm of my rapists. And again, Senya (Seny) seemed to hear my thoughts.

— Gus, give the woman something to eat and pour her some vodka.

— Just a sec, Sen, let me show the guys our find.

He pulled me to the sofa, turned me to face the back, and pushed me sharply. Once again, I found myself in the "Doggy Style" position for the grateful audience.

— Makar, look at that ass, — Gus said cheerfully and pulled up my white robe, which in that position didn't cover my crotch anyway.

— Oh, fuck your mother, what a chick we've brought you, huh? — said the tormentor and spread my buttocks apart as much as possible.

My ass was still burning after the bat and Gray had abused it, so I flinched, turned around, and sat on the sofa, looking frightened at the drunk Gus.

He suddenly grabbed me by the collar of the robe and pulled me to my feet.

— What, bitch, gonna kick up a fuss? — he hissed and yanked the robe off me. Now I stood before the bandits, flushed from the bath and alcohol, completely naked.

— Leave her, Gus. Can't you see the woman wants to eat? — Senya said indifferently.

Gus pushed me in the chest, and I plopped onto the sofa. He took a plate, scooped up shashlik from the tray with his fist (quite a lot), took an empty champagne glass, and filled it with vodka.

— Come on, eat, gather your strength.

At that moment, a piercing female scream came from the next room, and a couple of seconds later, a beautiful girl about 23 years old ran out. She was tall, with long, absolutely straight light hair. Her face was tear-stained; she held her crotch with her hands, from which thin streams of blood were running down her legs. Her large breasts swung in different directions; her nipples were swollen and dark burgundy. Ignoring everyone, the girl quickly ran towards the shower. The whole crowd roared with laughter.

— Oh my God, — I thought.

— Sedy, you're a psycho, you need to get treated a bit, — one of the men sitting at the table shouted in an admiring voice.

— Fuck her, — said Sedy, covering himself with a towel and leaving the room.

— That whore annoyed everyone anyway.

When I saw that giant, my asshole involuntarily loosened. I wanted to curl up in a corner, cover my face with my hands, and sit like that for the rest of the time.

Sedy looked about 35, nearly 2 meters tall, and probably weighed 120 kg, but he wasn't fat — he was a walking mountain of muscle. His face was elongated, lips thin, his gaze angry and focused.

He slowly walked to the table, poured himself some vodka, and abruptly swallowed the contents. It felt like he wanted to swallow the glass too.

— Sedy, meet her, this is Yulka — the wife of that cuckold who scratched Baron's G-Wagon, — Gus said boastfully.

— Everything's fine there; he paid the money, — Sedy said calmly, not even glancing in my direction.

— No, he promised tonight, but I figured maybe talk to Baron and keep the chick as payment for the debt. What do you think? She'll probably bring us more money; we could even put her "in the light." And Sedy, the girl is fuckable, I'm telling you.

For the second time that evening, I heard about "the light." I didn't understand what it was, but my gut told me it was something terrible.

I sat quietly and tried not to move. Next to me stood an untouched plate of meat and a glass. Afraid to move and attract attention, I only occasionally glanced sideways at the giant — Sedy.

— Are you going to eat or not? — Senya asked me.

I slowly took a piece of shashlik and bit off half of it. At that moment, Sedy approached me.

— Stand up.

I didn't want this man to ask me a second time, so I immediately obeyed his order. He stood in front of me, so huge that at eye level, I saw his hairy stomach.

He grabbed me by the shoulders, turned me around sharply, and bent me over. Apparently, the viewing angle didn't satisfy him, so he wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me easily. Thus, I was hanging on his arm, ass up.

With his other hand, he spread my buttocks. After admiring for a bit, he spat on my slit and with a sharp movement drove his finger into it. It seemed his finger was no smaller than my husband's penis. I cried out helplessly.

A couple of seconds later, the giant pulled out his finger, set me on my feet, and wiped his wet finger on my hair.

— Not bad, — he said approvingly.

— Do you suck dick? — the Giant asked, looking at me.

— Of course she sucks, and how! — Gus said in a very drunken voice.

— Wait, Gus, let me talk to the chick, — Sedy replied, not taking his eyes off me.

— Well? — he asked again, expecting an answer from me.

To avoid provoking the Giant, I nodded my head affirmatively.

— Say it out loud, why are you nodding like a sheep?

— Yes, I suck, — I said timidly.

— Well, now prove it, — said Sedy, dropping his towel.

I looked at his penis, and a panic attack seized me again. It was a monster, more like an eggplant in thickness. Blue, swollen veins pulsed, intertwining it. Considering it wasn't even fully hard yet but already reached a good 20-22 cm, I mentally said goodbye to life.

He approached me, waiting for action. I took the still flaccid penis in my hand, barely grasping half its diameter. It was still quite soft, so I swallowed it without much difficulty and began doing what was required of me — sucking.

— Sedy, feel sorry for the girl. Let her at least drink some vodka and eat a little, — Senya showed concern again.

— We'll feed her now, — said Sedy.

— Where do you get the strength? Already the fifth time tonight, — an unknown spectator asked.

— You need to exercise, eat nuts with honey, and worry less. Then you can be like me.

— Yeah, what do you have to worry about? You're fucking indestructible.

Meanwhile, the monster in my mouth began to harden, becoming even wider. My mouth was open as wide as possible. At that moment, I was worried about my teeth; I thought if I accidentally touched him with them, I'd lose them.

But it seemed he was used to his dick being occasionally grazed by sharp teeth. No girl could suck him off without touching him with her teeth. Anyway, he didn't react.

My lips burned, my jaw cramped. I increased the pace. A lot of saliva accumulated in my mouth; it couldn't seep out, and I couldn't swallow it either. So, the piston driving into my mouth whipped it up with a characteristic sound.

— Hok, hok, hok.

This went on for quite a while. Some watched what was happening, some discussed plans for the coming day. Everyone behaved calmly, even by bandit standards, intelligently.

The girl sucking the fat man, apparently still unable to raise his limp dick, was now sitting next to him, massaging his balls with one hand, holding a glass of wine in the other, and looking at me indifferently.

After 10 minutes of torture, the giant began to growl viciously.

— Come on, bitch, come on a little more……

He pulled out his penis and began generously pouring whitish-yellow liquid over my plate of shashlik. There was so much sperm that it covered all the meat with a thick layer.

— Why the fuck are you ruining the food? — Senya shouted.

— It's gravy, instead of ketchup, — the giant said with a smile.

He took my glass of vodka and poured it into my mouth. Some spilled, but I drank most of it. My breath caught; my lips and throat burned. I stared wide-eyed, not knowing what to do.

— Have a bite, come on, — Sedy said and handed me the plate of meat in its "own" juice. The whole crowd watched me with interest.

There was no way out. I took a piece; the viscous goo stretched with it.

The shashlik had cooled and was tough. The sperm gave it a salty taste and a nasty smell, but it seemed that over this night I had gotten used to it. So, contrary to my expectations, the "gravy" on the meat didn't diminish my appetite. I ate five pieces. Then a pleasant languor came over me. I couldn't feel my legs, my head fogged up, and I felt so good and calm. But most of all, I wanted sex. My pussy was wet and inflamed, my nipples were blatantly sticking out, and my clit had swollen to a size I'd never seen before.

— The pill has taken effect, — I thought.

Then a bearded man sitting opposite addressed me.

— Alright, slut, come here.

I was glad and, without wasting time, went to him. My head was spinning; I could hardly walk straight. Reaching him, I plopped down next to him.

He put an arm around my shoulders, grabbed my chin with his other hand, and asked:

— What, bitch, already drunk? Well, open your mouth.

I opened my mouth. He looked inside appraisingly and spat right into my throat.

Then he threw off his sheet and ordered:

— Come on, get to work.

I sucked his dick with the greed of a predator. Besides, it wasn't that big — 19-20 cm — so sucking it was a pleasure. I sucked like never before, swallowing it completely, playing with his balls — sucking them in