Female Domination - Margot's Brothel. Part 23

Dima woke up from cold water poured over him

— eeh nooo – Amanda looked at him viciously, holding an empty basin in her hand – it's all just beginning and you're leaving us. Dima saw a long and not very thick phallus in Snezhana's hands. Amanda, putting a collar around Dima's neck, attached it to the edge of the bench, and now Dima's head was tilted back over the edge of the bench. Amanda removed the gag from Dima

— what the fuck, you bitches – Dima yelled – Zhana, you're fucked, do you even understand that – he shouted – untie me, bitches – he roared angrily – whores, I'll kill you all, bitches. A long phallus pushed into his mouth, Dima began to shake his head, but Amanda's strong hands held him

and she pressed her fingers against his teeth through his cheeks, trying to open his mouth. Dima understood that as soon as he opened it, the rubber phallus would go in, and he wouldn't be able to do anything, so he kept clenching his teeth and shaking his head, squeezing his lips against which this sinister phallus in the hands of his bitch wife was pressing.

— aaaaa – he opened his mouth when his balls were firmly grabbed by Mistress Lina herself, who began twisting them forcefully, causing unimaginable pain. The phallus entered his mouth and persistently pushed further into his throat, causing him to vomit, which covered his face, but Zhana, without removing the phallus, kept pushing it in, then pulling it out a bit and pushing it back in, and it was visible how Dima's throat bulged as the phallus moved inside him. This sight was insanely sexy, and Snezhana even got stuck watching it, continuing to admire how her once tyrant was now swallowing a fake cock and couldn't threaten her, let alone beat her. Then Zhana pulled out the phallus, and Dima could breathe normally, though heavily. He was doused with cold water again, washing off the vomit, snot, and saliva that had been flowing in a thick mass. Dima lay there breathing heavily; he no longer felt like cursing. He understood that no one would hear him here, help was unlikely to come, and they plugged his mouth in a very unpleasant way.

— well, all your virginities are torn now, your body is cleansed – said Mistress Lina in the same indifferent and arrogant voice – now rest a bit, and we'll go have a snack and come back for more fucking, you whore. Amanda lifted him up on the chains again, and the twins removed the bench, after which Amanda lowered him to the floor, and Dima felt a blissful relaxation throughout his body. Everyone left the room, leaving Dima alone with himself and his thoughts. Of course, he was indignant but was already afraid to threaten and yell at them; he even wanted to curl up in a corner and cry like a child. About five minutes later, the twins entered the room. Could they have eaten so quickly? Could time have passed so fast? How much time had passed? He thought and even wanted to argue that they had come too early.

— let's play while no one's here – they looked at him joyfully

— let me go – he said to them – I'll pay you, and we'll fuck that psychologist bitch, the crazy slut

— yeah – they laughed cheerfully – right now, while she's not here, we'll fuck you and let you go back to rest a bit – Dima saw Sonya start turning the wheel, and he was lifted up again by his hands and feet, with his ass hanging down and his legs spread wide. Mira approached first and inserted her phallus into him, looking into his eyes, she began to fuck him, holding his hips. The pain from his torn asshole made itself known, and Dima, unexpectedly for himself, screamed

— he-e-e-lp – he screamed, calling for help from someone unclear. He immediately received a kick to the balls from Mira and, curling up a bit, began to spin as if on Sonya's phallus

— well, scream, scream – Sonya looked at him, continuing to fuck – you're our little bitch now, we'll fuck you whenever we want and as much as we want, and Margo probably still won't let you go

— who? Margo? – he asked Sonya fearfully. Dima had heard about Margo and the gang of crazy chicks; could he have fallen into their hands? Then things are bad, Dima thought. He even forgot that he was being fucked at that moment.

— well, yes – Sonya answered, continuing to fuck him – you're in Margo's brothel, and your wife is now our bro, sort of – she and Mira laughed

— I understand everything, I understand everything, let me go – Dima spoke in a doomed voice — I'll pay for everything, I'll do whatever is needed, just let me go

— first, you'll do everything and live here, and then we'll see – Sonya continued her fucking – since the phallus was double-sided, Sonya soon came, and Mira took her place. Dima was already physically and morally broken, humiliated, and completely lost the ability to resist. He only watched as one came and then the other. Then they lowered him to the floor again and left.

After that, they fucked him again and again, both in the mouth and in his wrecked ass, which already seemed like a tunnel into which a freight train was constantly entering. It seemed to him that this would never end; he already took every opportunity to apologize to Zhana, asking for forgiveness and promising to be a good husband and father to her children, but only received smirks, and no one was going to discuss anything with him. So the day passed, and the night, which was also not easy for him; he heard male voices appear in the brothel, and the Mistress, Amanda, and Zhana seriously discussed handing Dima over to these men for real fucking, but Zhana still stood up for him, for which he was immensely grateful and indebted.

The next day, he was to have a conversation with Margo herself, who was sitting in the hall, where Amanda led him and, with a firm slap on the shoulder, sat him on his knees in front of her. Margo lifted her skirt and spread her legs wide

— well, say hello to me, then — she hinted at kissing her pussy, which Dima, broken in every way, did; he leaned toward her pussy and licked it several times, all of this again under video recording.

— well, now we've met – Margo smiled at him – now listen to me, you scum, if you want to live like before – she spread her hands – but without your beautiful wife – then here's the bill – she handed him a piece of paper — you'll transfer the amount indicated on this paper every month, you'll transfer the apartment to Zhana's name, and your business is now under my cover – got it?

— Yes – Dima answered. He knew that if you worked under Margo, no one touched you, but rumors circulated among people that it was hard to get under her wing and dangerous. Which he now personally confirmed.

— wait – he heard Margo's voice when he was already about to leave and, with a respectful bow, turned to her – you know what this is? – she was holding an anal plug in her hands

— yes – Dima nodded, because he had spent the night here with this or a similar plug

— here, stick it in and wear it for three days! This will be the signing of our contract! If my girls check you within three days and it's not in your ass, then blame yourself! – she spread her hands to the sides – meaning the contract is annulled! I think I'm explaining it clearly – she looked at him slightly from under her brows.

— okay, Margo, I understand you – he took the anal plug and immediately inserted it into his sore and wrecked asshole in front of her.

Dima walked around with this plug, looking around, expecting the sudden appearance of Margo's beasts, but they only appeared after two days.

— Dmitry Fedorovich, there are some girls here to see you, they say it's a personal matter and that you're expecting them – said Dima's secretary, peeking into the office. Dima shuddered and broke into a cold sweat

— let them in – he said, hiding from the secretary the sudden wave of excitement mixed with fear that had gripped him.

— hi, sweetie – Kira entered, followed by Milena

— hello — Dima greeted them, slightly lowering his head — close the door, please – he asked them

— close it yourself – Kira smirked, walking to the chair near the desk and sitting on it, crossing her legs. Mila sat on another chair standing in the corner. Dima ran to the door, opened it, and told the secretary that no one should disturb him until he came out himself, and after closing it, he turned the key

— well – Kira looked at him – what are you waiting for? Should I remind you why we came?

Dima unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down to his knees, and turning to Kira doggy-style, demonstrated the anal plug in his ass – good boy – Kira took a small bag out of her purse and gave it to him – here, take it out and put it in this, you can consider the loyalty check passed, Margo said the contract is signed as of today – she laughed quietly – Dima took the bag and, removing the anal plug, put it in the bag, feeling some kind of bliss and freedom. Kira tied the bag and put it in her purse.

— bye, my girl – she patted him on the cheek – and ran her thumb over his lip, kissed him – we'll meet again. I'm not saying goodbye, you little whore.