Madam Alla
The girls stood completely naked. And then Madam Alla appeared. As always, in a corset, with a whip, and in high-heeled stiletto shoes. She was a pure angel in the flesh: a fantastically beautiful brunette, if not for one thing. She was a perverted sadist with a high sex drive.
There were n of them. They were maids in a huge cottage, the owner of which was the Madam. They were all natives of the provinces or republics of the former USSR, who had gotten the job through advertisements for maids. They promised a good salary. And it was true. The house was huge, the salary was high, and if not for the sadistic tendencies of the mistress, who
essentially made them her slaves by taking their passports, everything would have been simply great. However, after the first night with the mistress, a choice was offered: either quit or stay. One could quit at any time and get their passport back. With one condition: they had to endure a week of sex with the Madam."Good evening, my sweet bitches,"—Madam's voice carried notes of a cat's purr, which did not bode well. "Today, my favorite girl will be"—Alla sat in an armchair and took a sip of cognac, which Natasha had offered her—her most beloved maid, who had a privileged position among the others: she had already completed a week of non-stop sex with the Madam and could quit at any moment—but Natasha urgently needed money—her mother was in a very difficult situation—she urgently needed an expensive operation. This kept Natasha with Alla. It was rumored that Alla and Natasha often switched roles during sex, and Natasha perversely fucked Alla and made her follow her orders.
"My favorite bitch will be you"—Alla's whip pointed at Rita.
The girl was from a small town in the Urals and, like all the maids, ended up with Alla, more or less, by chance. She had come to enroll in a university and didn't get in. When she was about to leave, she saw an advertisement for maids in a country cottage. She decided to try. And she stayed.
Alla took a leash, which the same Natasha brought her. And put it on Rita's neck, who was already on all fours.
"Let's go, bitch"—Alla struck Rita on the back with the whip.
Rita went upstairs on all fours
They ended up in a torture room; there was no other way to describe it. It had everything: automatic machines with dildos of various sizes, boards to be tied to, and much more.
Alla lay down.
"Start by licking me, bitch, as you were taught."
Rita's tongue began to move inside Alla's pussy, gradually picking up speed. Simultaneously, her fingers moved, from which Rita licked the nectar from the Madam's pussy.
"Good"—Alla smiled—"well done, little licker, but now comes the golden shower. And if even a single drop of the divine nectar spills, you'll be in trouble."
Rita felt a stream of hot, sharply scented urine pouring into her mouth. But a drop spilled, and Alla led Rita to one of the self-pleasure machines. When Rita was ready, she turned on the speed of a frenzied fucking and, putting on a huge and thick strap-on, proceeded to rape Rita's holes together with the machine, while Rita had a gag in her mouth. They switched places. And for a whole hour, they raped the girl's holes.
"If you think that's the end of it, you're mistaken. On all fours, WHORE!"
Rita got on all fours, and Alla lit a thick Havana cigar and began to beat the girl with the whip.
"Count the blows, bitch!"—Alla whipped Rita, while smoking the cigar and using the girl's pussy as an ashtray.
When the cigar was finished, Alla ordered Rita to lie down. Handcuffing the girl's hands, Alla used strap-ons. Every specimen from the Madam's huge collection was put to use. She raped Rita's holes until the girl had no strength left to scream from orgasm, until the girl was drained, to the last drop.