Female Domination - The Hunt. Part 34
Yura stared foolishly at Amanda (Christina), while Amanda looked down at the tied-up Yura, who was sitting in a women's restroom stall with a gag in his mouth.
"What are you doing here again?" asked Amanda with a smirk. "Did you get rude again?" she continued, grinning. "You can't be rude to these ones," she put her arms around the girls' shoulders. "Was he rude?" she asked Sveta and Natasha. Yura just helplessly shifted his gaze from one to the other, awaiting his fate, realizing he was caught!
"Yes," answered Sveta. "He called me a sheep and promised to, like, give it to me in the mouth," she laughed. "So I want him to answer for his words."
"He knows how to apologize," Amanda replied to her.
"Do you
know him or something?" asked Natasha. "How close?" she squinted."Yes," she winked her eye at Yura and waved her head in a friendly way. "Once. Right, Yur?" she looked at him. "Do you like picking fights and then getting your ass kicked? He once went after Margo here and also promised to, like, give it to her in the mouth, so then he had to taste a little ass-kicking himself and some salty brine," she continued smiling, telling what had happened. "Or what's my taste like?" she looked at Yura, who was already red as a lobster.
"Sooo that's what Margo is like," Natasha remembered Yura's threats. "And he was telling us, 'do you know who I am, do you know who she is,'" she got annoyed. "So you just lick her off and think you can go after other girls? With impunity!"
She frowned, and Amanda removed the gag from him.
"They dragged me in here," Yura began to justify himself.
"Oh, oh, oh, and for what?" Amanda interrupted him.
"They're lying! I didn't say anything rude to anyone, we were going to the administrator and they—" Yura babbled, trying to justify himself. He tried to stand up, but Sveta held him down with her foot.
"Who's lying?" Sveta slapped him on the head with her palm. "So I called myself a sheep? And who was supposed to choke? And on what? Did you forget or something?"
"He knows me as Amanda," she began to bring her girlfriends up to speed. "So, he once, as I already said, went after Margo, and in the end, he's now under her," she looked at him. "Right?" she stroked his cheek as one strokes a whore. "He's under her now, literally and figuratively."
"Amanda, tell them to let me go, tell them Margo won't approve of their actions," Yura looked at Amanda, expecting some understanding and protection.
"Well, I'm not sure," Amanda began. "I'm not sure Margo will take your side. Who are you? You're a whore! And they are noble ladies!" Yura felt very uncomfortable hearing that he was a whore, because he hadn't been used like a whore. Yes! There was that one time when he got a real beating from Amanda and then some pussy, or rather, he tasted her pussy, and Margo's pussy, but he didn't lick it like a whore, he just kissed it as a sign of submission and apology, though not just the pussy, but also golden rain, and even on a cell phone camera and with words of apology to Margo. That was by Margo's personal decision and not entirely fair in his opinion, but he didn't dare argue after being put down. He thought that by making monthly payments to the independence fund of the Margo brothel, he was under Margo's protection, but now he realized that this protection was just a puff of air, and that puff was now crumbling. Now Amanda was specifically defining him, and she was defining him as just a whore.
"Amanda, I'm not a whore," Yura tried to object. "We had an agreement."
"About what?" she looked at him. "About you, a down-and-out, walking around here like a king, pushing everyone around and calling them names, and nothing will happen to you? About that?" The sounds of girls entering and leaving the women's restroom could be heard. They did their business and, of course, everyone saw that something was happening in one of the stalls. Three girls were crowded there discussing something with someone sitting on the toilet, but who it was, no one could see. "Do you want to complain to Margo about me?"
Yura understood that complaining about Amanda was absolute stupidity, and arguing now with Amanda, who alone had twisted him into a ram's horn, then broke his arm, and then practically raped him, but there was an agreement that no one would find out, and now his secret was revealed, and that was a problem. The problem Yura felt was also that he understood these unknown chicks now knew everything, and something needed to be done about it now. Being in the women's restroom, he could of course assume what awaited him, but he still hoped that everything would be resolved with a conversation and simple apologies, and that's exactly why Yura decided to end this argument and simply apologize.
"I'm sorry, girls, I just lost my bearings," Yura began. "I just didn't know you. I'll know now. I'm ready to atone for my guilt and treat you to good wine, let's sit and have a drink," he smiled foolishly.
"There you go," Natasha turned her attention to him. "Should've done that long ago."
"Like that?" Sveta asked her. "He pushed me so I almost fell. Called me a sheep, and now I'm just supposed to forgive him? Just like that?" she looked at him questioningly. "Do you really think you can just apologize and offer me a bottle like some alcoholic?" it was visible how she was getting worked up. "And it turns out you're also a whore! And you licked off my friend, but not me," she spread her hands. "And you want me to just forget it?" she looked at Yura, who noticeably pulled his head in.
"I can pay," Yura tried to buy his way out.
"Sveta, maybe he can apologize to you quickly here? We'll stand over there. We won't let anyone in until you're done." Yura understood where Amanda was heading but didn't dare argue. "I even have an apologizer here if needed," she took it out of her purse and demonstrated her phallus. "Need it?" Yura froze. Sveta looked down at him from above.
"Well, are you going to apologize?" she asked him, and Yura shook his head negatively.
"What are you doing, girls? Don't," he was seriously scared.
"Well then, I understand we'll have to make you apologize by force," Sveta smiled, taking the strap-on in her hand.
"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself," Yura babbled. "Don't, I'll do it myself."
"Do what yourself?" Natasha asked him.
"I'll lick it myself," burst from his lips. He understood they already wanted to strap-on him right here.
"Well, good boy," said Amanda, ruffling his hair. "Untie him, by the way, let him stroke his ass while he licks off. Let's go out for now," she pulled Natasha by the elbow. "Let him apologize to Sveta."
"Yeah," said Natasha, and they went out, leaving Yura with Sveta in the stall.
"Well then," Sveta untied his hands. "Get on your knees, little whore," she said this quite loudly and with obvious pleasure. The girls in the restroom exchanged glances and looked at Amanda and Natasha, who had come out of the stall and, leaning against the sinks, assumed a waiting pose. Something was clearly happening in the stall; there were rustling sounds, and then from the stall came quite loudly, "Get on your knees, little whore," and it was a female voice.
Who was in there? The girls were, of course, tormented by this question. From under the stall, it was visible how two pairs of feet were standing, and one pair knelt before the other. This was Yura, submitting to Sveta's hands, which pressed on his shoulders, kneeling without thinking that the floor was dirty. That many eyes were watching his feet, he didn't even think about, and probably didn't know. Amanda and Natasha were enjoying this spectacle.
"Well, why are you frozen? Unbutton it, come on," Sveta looked at Yura kneeling. "Come on, come on, don't be shy," she stroked his head. This was also heard by all present, and most importantly, no one was planning to leave; girls only kept arriving and arriving. And from Sveta's words, it was clear that there was some male person on his knees there, which intrigued the girls even more. After all, they couldn't stay there forever; they were interested in who was there turning into a pussy-licker, and most importantly, not on his own, but being put down.
"Pull down your pants, what are you shy for?" Sveta's words were heard from the stall. Yura really was kind of stalling, probably hoping it was a bad dream and he would wake up soon, so Sveta had to hurry him along. "You're already put down, why are you acting like it's the first time?" Sveta watched as he pulled her jeans down and, seeing the powerful muscles on her legs, was a bit stunned. "Take off the panties, you idiot," she was already holding him by the back of his head. "Maybe you don't want to apologize? You're pissing me off! Maybe I should make you apologize with the strap-on after all?" After these words, Yura hurried up and pulled down the panties. Smacking and slurping sounds came from the stall.
Sveta, spreading her legs, thrusting out her vulva, and throwing her head back, began to receive "apologies" from Yura. Under the stall, it was visible how one pair of legs had their pants down, and the other was kneeling, and this was obviously, of course, the sight of oral sex, and everyone, of course, understood this and whispered, guessing who was there. One girl whispered that she had seen the club's main rude guy, Yura, being dragged in here.