Female Domination - The Beginning. Part 1
These were still fairly warm September days. A young student was returning to his rented apartment in a city of over a million, which he shared with a friend. He had come from his village to study at the institute.
Today, he had lingered a bit in a big-city supermarket and was returning after dark. His route (if he took a shortcut) passed through the vocational school and its grounds (the path went through gaps in the fence). The school's main entrance had long been closed as it needed repairs, so the main entrance had become the one from the courtyard, while the former main entrance had turned into a backup.
It consisted of a solid, large staircase leading to a landing roughly
3 by 5 meters, enclosed by railings. It was precisely on this landing that three thirty-year-old friends had settled in that evening for a joint drinking session: Yana – a married woman with a child and a husband (who, according to her, was unfaithful, and she cursed all men as goats), Anya – who had just returned from a prison term for drug trafficking (she was not a user herself), and Dasha – mischievous herself and having miraculously avoided sharing Anya's fate, and therefore was the main initiator of this meeting. Dasha was also quite an adventurous girl, and her relationships were always fleeting.So, during their joint drinking, the girls ran out of cigarettes, and a passing young guy was their hope for a couple of smokes. But when Dasha asked if he had any cigarettes, the guy replied that he didn't smoke and therefore had none.
"Oh, you! A gentleman, how can you refuse ladies?" Dasha said reproachfully from the landing to the guy, who was down below near the stairs and had stopped for some reason to answer her. "Do gentlemen act like that?" Dasha continued. "A real man does everything for a lady! Oh, you..." Dasha said again to the guy who was already walking away.
Am I not a gentleman? Am I not a real man? The guy thought to himself, and with these thoughts, he headed to the nearest kiosk, where he bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Returning to these ladies, he didn't have time to say anything before Dasha asked him again:
"Young man, won't you offer a lady a cigarette?" Her surprise was immense when she realized it was the same guy she had slightly shamed. "Is that you again, kid?" she asked in surprise and was very surprised when he handed her an unopened pack of cigarettes with a lighter. "This is for you," the guy said, holding out the cigarettes. "Wow, did you bring us cigarettes on purpose? Did you come back specially? Huh?" Dasha kept marveling. "Yeah, he's probably fallen for you," said Anya. "Yeah, just wants a drink and to hit on you," Yana chimed in.
"Will you drink with us?" asked Anya, taking the cigarettes from the guy and lighting one. "Oh no, I just, you know, acted like a man, that's all," the guy said somewhat uncertainly but with a note of pride in his voice.
"What, you're refusing again? You want to offend me?" Anya was already indignant and, grabbing him by the elbow, dragged him up to the landing. "Come on, come on," she said. "Pour him one," she said, turning to Yana, and led the guy to the railing where there were glasses and snacks laid out.
"Well, here's to our acquaintance," Anya raised her glass, making a toast. "Let's support it," the other friends chimed in. The guy also had a glass of vodka in his hand. "What's your name, man?" Yana asked, smiling.
"Roma," answered the guy.
"Roman, then! My Roman, you mean!" Dasha laughed, clinking glasses with Roman.
"So, what do you say?" Dasha asked Roman after they drank. "You came back with cigarettes for whom? For me?" Dasha flirted.
"I don't know," Roman answered shyly. "I just thought you needed them, and here, it wasn't hard for me."
"Oh, what a helpful boy," Anya said, patting Roman on the head. "I need one like him, and we need him too," and she looked at him somewhat predatorily. "Such people were valued where I was," Anya briefly remembered her involuntary years and the harsh laws where showing weakness, especially such helpfulness, was absolutely forbidden.
It didn't resemble a guy hitting on a girl at all. He simply gave in to being scolded for his actions and couldn't even clearly refuse to drink with them, or conversely, firmly say he was ready to drink. After all, his Dasha practically forced him to drink with them, again by scolding him.
Snapping out of these thoughts, Anya drank and told Roman her name (Anya hadn't been in male company for a long time, so of course, she was already mentally fucking Roman).
Yana looked at Roman as just another male goat, but he wasn't her goat, and she simply drank and also said her name.
Dasha noticed Anya's predatory and hungry eyes.
"Anka, he's mine!" Laughing, she hugged Roman, pressing him to herself. Subsequently, it was Dasha who paid more attention to Roman. Time passed, everyone drank, joked, and the jokes were mainly at Roman's expense, they teased him, asked about women, and the jokes became more and more caustic and harsh. During these jokes, it became clear to everyone that they were dealing with a hapless virgin who himself didn't understand how he ended up among these bitches. And Roman was beginning to understand this too and felt out of place. All his attempts to somehow be a man were failing; he couldn't do anything with them, simply realizing he was falling deeper and deeper into a trap with these predators. He had already given his windbreaker to Dasha, who, rummaging through his pockets, found his student ID, and now they knew not only his full name but also where he studied.
At some point, Anya gave Roman a candy, unwrapping it and placing it in his mouth. Roman began sucking it in his cheek, and suddenly Anya asked him with a serious look: "Do you know what a 'гашённая конфетка' (extinguished candy) is? Do you know?"
"No, what is it?" Roman sensed a trick and looked at Dasha, as she had somehow been sticking up for him. Dasha looked at Anya.
"Why the fuck did you ruin my fiancé, you mare?"
"You're the mare! You just want to fuck him yourself," Anya growled a bit at Dasha.
Roman understood that something bad was happening concerning him, but he remained silent, continuing to suck the candy. Then, realizing it had something to do with the 'extinguished candy,' he immediately spat it out. The gaze of all the girls immediately fell upon him.
"Figured it out?" Anya asked him.
"No, I didn't," Roman answered, blushing, feeling Anya moving towards him with lustful, drunken eyes.
"Leave him alone," Dasha said, stepping in front of Anya and putting Roman behind her. "Enough with your convict tricks."
"Let's go piss," Yana suddenly pulled Anya away, and they both went down the stairs into the bushes, where they sat down to pee. They weren't visible, but the sound of them tinkling could be heard.
"An 'extinguished candy' is a candy that's been in her pussy," Dasha said displeasedly.
"I'm still going to fuck him today," Roman heard Anya's quiet voice, practically whispering to Yana.
"Yeah, you'll fuck him, you'll fuck him, just don't fight," Yana answered her.
Dasha heard this too and, looking at Roman, said, "Don't worry, you're mine and only mine," running her hand over his cheek and then hugging his neck in a somewhat proprietary manner.
At that time, Yana and Anya came back up to the landing. "Let's drink," Anya said, pouring into glasses.
"Oh, I'm gonna piss myself," Dasha said, running down into the bushes.
"Come on, catch up," Anya said, handing Roman a glass. Roman took it and, as usual, drank it in one gulp. Anya handed him a glass with a chaser, and he also drank it in one gulp.
Roman froze as if stunned by a sledgehammer! He realized that the glass with the chaser didn't contain a chaser, but pure—if one could call it that—urine. Roman had already swallowed this filth, as there wasn't much in the glass, and he didn't have time to react properly. Apparently, these bitches had brought a little of their urine in a glass when they went to the bushes. But how to react properly? How? Spit it out? Two fingers down the throat? Roman did nothing, just stood frozen. Yana looked at him with a smile, and Anya with contempt.
"Here, chase it with this," Yana handed him a glass of juice. "Chase it, and not a word to Dasha."
Dasha, already quite drunk, came back up to the landing and again hugged Roman around the neck.
"You pissed yourself, bitch," Anya said, pointing at Dasha's shoes. "Wipe her shoes with a wet wipe," Anya handed Roman a wipe. Roman took the wipe and, squatting down, began wiping Dasha's shoes, and after he wiped one shoe, she offered the other.
"What a good boy," Dasha purred, stroking Roman's head. "Will you wipe my pussy for me?" Roman heard Dasha's mockery. He looked up at her from below; she was looking at him with her drunken eyes and continued stroking his head.
"With your tongue," Anya interjected.
Roman, as if spellbound, began unbuttoning her pants fly with his hands.
"You're fucking crazy," Dasha suddenly pushed Roman in the chest with her knee, causing him to fall on his ass. "What are you doing? What if I offered to piss in your mouth? Would you still obey me?"
Roman got to his feet and lowered his head. He was ashamed, and he also understood he had already swallowed Anya's urine before, and possibly Yana's, or possibly both.
"Would you really have wiped me? Really?" Dasha wouldn't let up.
"Yes," Roman forced out.
"See, I told you he's a whore," Anya wouldn't relent. "He would have licked your pussy if you hadn't pushed him away, right? Roma, am I right?" Anya came up close. "And then me!"
Roman continued to just be silent, his head bowed down, not daring to look either of them in the eye.
"Well then, lick me clean! If you want me to be pleased, then make me clean, wash me with your little tongue, Romka," pushing Anya away from Roman, she placed her hands on his shoulders. The hands began pressing on his shoulders, pulling Roman down.
"Come on, come on, start already, my helpful little whore," Dasha kept saying.