Everyone down! OMON is here!

With my close-knit group of friends, both male and female, I went out to have fun at a nightclub in our city. In all our finery and sparkle, we decided to blow up the dance floor and have a few drinks to celebrate our long-standing friendship. I've known Styopa and Dasha since school, but I only met Dima and Vika in college, which we graduated from six months ago at the age of 23. Our mood was instantly boosted even more by our arrival at the club... The flickering strobe lights and all sorts of various light effects, the club packed with people, and, of course, the DJ who was whipping up the crowd with wild music. We shouted, raising our hands, and sat down at the bar, ordered tequila, and downed it in one go. And who knows what comes between the first and the second?

Right.

We downed another one and ran out onto the dance floor to surrender to the passion of dance. If there's one thing we could do, it was dance so well that some people just had to step aside and envy us for being awkwardly near us. Our hair flew up, our arms and legs knew what to do. It got very hot, and getting carried away, we were in ecstasy from what was happening. Our white t-shirts, which we wore specifically for the ultraviolet effect, were soaked with sweat. Dasha pulled me out of the crowd and led me to the toilet to relieve myself and wash up.

— God, it's so hot — I washed my face and wet my neck.

— Don't tell me. We need to take a little break at the bar.

— I won't drink anymore. Dancing is enough to get me intoxicated.

— Right. That's our main alcohol and drug.

— Ready? Let's go? — I had just said that when we heard some crash and screams.

— My God, what is that?

— I don't know. Don't go out.

Shouts from the crowd, men's screams, then a gunshot and silence reached us. In horror, we covered our mouths with our hands and were afraid to move. Voices began to be heard.

— Everyone on the floor! All exits are blocked, there's nowhere to run! We received a signal about drug sales and use in this club, and we will also conduct a check for the presence of minors here — a male voice said loudly.

Dasha looked at me frightened, and I at her. Suddenly the door to the women's toilet swung open and two men in black uniforms and masks ran in. It was the "OMON" (riot police).

— There are two more here, two girls — one of them shouted.

— Bring them here — a man from the hall responded. And both men grabbed us under the arms and dragged us to the others. All the people were lying face down on the floor and glancing at each other confused and frightened. In the crowd, we saw our friends and followed them with an anxious look. I wasn't going to resist; it would be worse. The men sat us down on the floor and ordered us to sit quietly.

— Now each of you will present an identity document — the man in the mask said sternly again, apparently the main one among them.

— What if I don't have my documents with me? — I asked and immediately regretted it. The stern gaze of the man from under the mask pierced me. He came close to me, squatted down next to me.

— Believe me, I won't send you home for your passport.

— What should I do? — I entered the dialogue again.

— We'll see about that. I repeat for everyone — the man stood up to his full tall and large build — Prepare your passports. Minors will be immediately taken to our department pending clarification of circumstances. And hurry up, I won't repeat myself!

The man continued to stand near me, while the others in uniform, about seven people, went into the crowd to look at the prepared documents. Dasha took her passport out of her purse and showed it.

— Sweetie, I'm waiting — the guy addressed me.

— I don't have my passport with me.

— Seriously? How do you even go around without documents? They might not believe your word that you're already 18.

— Believe me, I am 18.

— Then prove it.

— I can show my driver's license.

— Please.

— My license is in my purse in the toilet. Your colleagues dragged us out so quickly that I forgot my purse there.

— Let's go get it.

— Maybe I can go myself?

And he still followed me. We entered the toilet, I found my purse on the edge of the sink, took out the license and showed it from my hand to him. The man in uniform took the license from my hands, examined it carefully, and went into the hall.

— Listen, give me back my license.

— Later. Well, guys, what's the result?

He was informed about the presence of several minors and the discovery of drugs on a couple of guys.

— Those who are detained remain here, the rest are asked to leave the premises immediately. I give exactly two minutes!

The OMON officers took the detainees into custody while the others quickly left the club. My friends came up to me and wanted to take me, but they weren't allowed.

— What's going on? Can I go? — I pleaded.

— No. I found narcotic pills in your purse — he shook out the contents of my purse, from which cosmetics, a mobile phone, and some pills unknown to me fell out.

— What? What's happening? I don't have any drugs, I've never used them.

— We'll check that. And whether you used or not... Doesn't matter. Maybe you wanted to sell them.

— I don't understand. Where from? — it was slowly dawning on me that the pills had simply been planted on me.

— Let's hurry, don't delay! — he shouted.

— We want to take our friend — my guys were worried.

— She is detained, and you leave.

The OMON officers began to forcibly push everyone out onto the street, after which they locked the door and took the remaining ones into custody; there were five of us.

— What should we do with you, kids? You lead a disgraceful lifestyle, use drugs and alcohol. I won't even mention the minors.

— I've never tried drugs, never seen them in my life.

— You're awfully talkative.

— You're accusing me of something unclear. Why should I be silent?

— You be quiet.

— You know what? Why don't you all go... ! — I got up from the floor and headed for the exit. The door didn't yield to my pushes, so I started kicking it, breaking the heel on my shoes. Out of helplessness and hopelessness, I sat down on the floor near the door and grabbed my head.

— Calmed down? Don't need to get on our nerves.

— Don't need what? Get on your nerves? Are you mistaken? — I stood up to my full height and straightened my back, thrusting out my chest importantly.

— Do you want to tell me something? — the man came so close to me that I began to back away until my back felt the cold metal surface of the door.

— What if I do?

Everyone remaining watched our dialogue tensely.

— Then try, baby.

— I'd like to file a complaint about you.

— Where? To whom?

— Lawless thugs! There's no controlling you.

— If you say another word, I'll quickly find a way to control you.

— Don't you shut my mouth.

— One more word. And I'll shut your mouth. Don't doubt it.

— What can you do? — I had already openly switched to personal attacks and looked him in the eyes — You planted pills in my bag and think you've got the situation under control?

His gaze was blazing with anger, he tried to swing his hand at me, but stopped. His comrades approached us to defuse the situation.

— Don't get heated. Cool down — one of his colleagues calmed him.

— Listen, some trash is going to sass me here.

— I'm not trash. I'm a decent citizen.

— No, you're quite the trash.

— Guys, take your comrade away from me. I wouldn't want to continue the dialogue with him. I simply demand to be released immediately!

— What? You demand? You're not going anywhere — he said in a calmer tone.

— And I demand! — I was getting seriously angry and started shouting.

— Your mouth will never shut, right? — he continued, controlling his anger.

— Only when you leave me alone.

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The situation began to infuriate the man, and he stepped away from me, sighing heavily with anger, so as not to do anything stupid.

— In short, take these three minors and these ones with the 'phen' (slang for drugs) to the department — he ordered this to three of his seven guys — You four, stay, we need to search the entire club.

— What do we do with her? — one of them asked.

— We'll teach this drug addict some good manners.

— Who are you calling a drug addict?! — I simply flew into a rage and started pounding his back.

He grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back.

— Okay, guys, everyone get to work! — he shouted, drowning out my scream.

The three led the detainees out by the arms, I remained in the closed club alone with four men in uniforms and masks. He pushed me away from him, causing me to fall back against the bar with my chest. Tears streamed from my eyes; I was hurt and scared.

— So what do we do with her? — one of them asked his boss.

— What? Damned if I know. Teach her a lesson, I really want to, for her big mouth.

— Don't even come near me!

— Or what?

— Better not! You're a real lawless thug.

— I love playing without rules. It's fun, right?

— Go to hell!

— Hold your tongue. Don't piss me off, otherwise I can't answer for myself, little one.

— Little one? Hm... I'd say something, but I'll keep quiet.

— Be quiet, it's good for you. Otherwise, I'll help you be quiet.

— Come on then! Come on! — I was already challenging his words, not controlling my emotions — What? Come on, tough guy. What will you do to a girl?

— My hands are itching, if you were a man... — he was barely holding back a surge of anger — But you, a woman, and those like you need to be taught a lesson.

— Educate yourself first. You have nothing better to do than go after a defenseless girl.

— I tried until the last moment not to do anything to you, but you asked for it yourself. Guys, let's punish her so she knows her place before a man.

He grabbed me roughly by the hair and pressed his furious eyes close to mine.

— Your dirty mouth will get its due. I don't think mercy awaits you.

— What do you want to do? Don't even think about it! — I was seriously scared now. If before I could defend myself verbally, against the physical strength of four men it would be laughable for me to even struggle.

— Don't touch me!

— Too late, baby. Just open your mouth wider, we'll rinse it out for you for your words, so you know.

He forced me to my knees by my hair, holding me with one hand, unzipping his trousers with the other and lowering them to his knees along with his underwear. I resisted as best I could, honestly, but neither pleas, nor tears, nor threats made him stop. His strong, commanding hand made it so that his cock filled my mouth and made me choke on it due to its large size. The man began to moan openly and move faster. The muscles of my mouth began to ache, I almost caught the head of it with my teeth. The movements in my mouth became rougher and faster, causing the man with a wild roar to release a large amount of semen into my mouth, forcing me to swallow, after which he released me from his hands. I was sobbing and shuddering from the suffering. Before I could recover, another one took his turn and began to similarly enjoy my mouth.

— All the guys, without exception, first go through her mouth and rinse it out properly — the main one addressed his comrades categorically.

All four went through my mouth with their hard, engorged cocks and each of them came in my mouth, which I had to unquestioningly accept into my stomach. I was almost sick, but I endured.

— You're a tough nut. Mouth works well. Probably taken quite a few cocks — he taunted me, which really got under my skin.

— I'm not a whore, you freak! — I lunged at him with my fists and started pounding his chest. He grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me to the bar, pressing my chest against the cold wooden surface of the countertop.

— You just won't calm down. Now we'll continue the education. Until you understand that you must be silent before a man! — he shouted furiously, shaking me by the hair.

— Before someone like you? — I laughed hysterically.

— Bitch, shut up!!! — he was already in a frenzy.

I resigned myself to my fate and accepted it as a given. But I wasn't ready to be silent. The man's mind became clouded; it was clear how enraged he was. He tore my skirt while trying to unzip it, my panties were pushed aside. His large cock now filled my hole, and he began to pound me fiercely, spitefully throwing his remarks at me.

— How do you like it, trash? You need a man like this to educate you properly. If it were up to me, I'd tear you apart on myself.

It hurt me, so I screamed and cried. He greedily dug his hands into my body, causing all my clothes to tear at the seams, flying in different directions.

— Get ready to rinse your mouth again, baby — he said this, barely breathing, after which he quickly lowered me to his feet and finished in my mouth. I spat the contents of my mouth onto his combat boots.

— Stubborn bitch. Still standing her ground. Guys, each of you have her — he said this in a jerky voice, trying to catch his breath. Three guys approached me and surrounded me. I looked into each of their eyes from under the masks in horror; in their gaze, I saw lust and ruthlessness. They had