Features of Jurisprudence

Margarita was hurrying, trying to cope with the unruly bra clasp. Her firm, high, youthful breasts simply refused to fit into the tight cups of European textile manufacturers' products. The girl tried to help matters with her hand, guiding her breast into its proper place, but from the persistent touches, her nipples only became aroused and interfered even more.

Swearing under her breath, Margarita gave up and decided to do without this silly piece of women's underwear today. She quickly threw on a starched, still warm from ironing, snow-white blouse and hastily buttoned it up, hiding the heated, slightly flushed from prolonged massaging

tender curves of her almost naked body.

Swaying her hips from side to side, she pulled a strict, business-like gray skirt over her lace panties. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled ironically at her choice of panty color—they were fiery red, like a victor's flag.

"Who are you planning to conquer there? You'll have to work hard there, think with your head, not with what the red panties hide," Margarita said to herself with a smile.

She threw a stiff jacket over her shoulders, which successfully hid her nipples, swollen with excitement and visible through the blouse, and, slipping on patent leather high-heeled shoes on the run, she dashed out onto the street.

The taxi had been waiting for a while outside the home of Margarita Igorevna Tumatova, a specialist in arbitration law, a lawyer certified by the University of Hong Kong, and a world-renowned name. She had been invited by the management of a well-known IT company in the city to help resolve a financial dispute with an Asian corporation, and Margarita was confident she would resolve this issue extremely quickly.

Similar disputes had already been in her practice, so there were practically no doubts about the outcome. Margarita wasn't even particularly interested in who the representative from the Asian corporation would be; she was more occupied with the personality of the IT company's owner. Or rather, his striking appearance—still quite young (not yet 30), tall, dark-haired with deep, dark eyes. That's how he looked at her from the official photo on the company's website. The taxi stopped and the girl entered the company's office, illuminated in the evening semi-darkness by the subdued light of LED lamps.

The sign on the office door left no room for thought, and Margarita entered the office where the company owner himself stood by the window. The man turned around and Margarita noted that besides his stunning eyes, he had an amazing physique, and a strict black pinstripe suit only emphasized the relief of his pumped-up torso. The trousers also emphasized his firm male hips.

"Hello, Alexander Pavlovich, I apologize for being late..."

"Margarita Igorevna, let's skip the apologies. Our Asian partners are already waiting. My secretary told me you only work with full prepayment. I don't usually conduct business this way, but given your reputation, we transferred the entire amount to your personal account. I expect corresponding results from your work."

They went into the adjacent office where three men were. One of them—a Slavic man of average height, with a short haircut, traces of a broken nose, and calloused fingers—was introduced as a "company partner." The other two were Asians. The first was an elderly man with small, darting eyes; the second—visibly younger—held a folder with documents in his hands. Margarita had read about how Asians build relationships and immediately understood that she would only be negotiating with the old man, and the "boy with the folder" was only there for show.

I need to impress them and show who's in charge here, she thought. Slightly bowing to the old man, but in such a way that he had time to gawk at the cleavage revealed by her blouse, Margarita greeted them, then handed her purse to the young Asian and said with deliberate slight arrogance:

"You can study the documents for now, and I'll talk with your boss."

A pause hung in the air. The old man looked at his young subordinate in confusion and said something to him in his bird-like dialect. The young Asian suddenly blushed and silently left the office. The old man ran after him, saying on the way: "Sorry, sorry..." When the door slammed shut behind them, Margarita looked at Alexander Pavlovich in bewilderment:

"I don't understand, what does this mean?"

"But wait, how is it..."

"Why you tried to insult the head of the third largest financial corporation in the world, I don't quite understand. Perhaps you had some plan of your own. But I must tell you, it clearly didn't work."

Then Margarita realized that this young Asian was the main person with whom she needed to conduct all negotiations.

"And who was that elderly gentleman?" she whispered, blushing with shame.

"That's the personal driver and translator, nothing more."

"I'll catch up with them now and apologize!"

"It's too late, such insults are not forgiven. I think I'll just have to write off the entire amount as a loss. A large sum. A very large sum."

Margarita raised her eyes and her lips trembled under Alexander's heavy gaze. Margarita sank into a chair and began to fidget with the handle of her purse.

"What should we do now?" Margarita whispered, raising her eyes again.

Alexander looked at his partner questioningly. He quietly but clearly said:

"Like in the old days. You'll now work off at least your salary. You wanted the money upfront, now you'll answer for it."

The voice was not loud, but so bone-chilling that Margarita immediately nodded her head and began to speak quickly:

"Yes, yes. I'll work it all off, I'll handle all your cases now against the payment made, any business trips, wherever you say!"

"What the hell do I need your business trips for."

Alexander Pavlovich interrupted her mid-sentence and in the ensuing silence clearly said:

"You'll start working it off right now and here. On this table."

Margarita looked at the huge, expensive lacquered table in the meeting room and began to understand the meaning of what was said. It wasn't about legal services, but services of a clearly different nature. The girl clearly understood that she now had no other choice. They were going to rape her right in this office, and she was afraid to even think about how exactly they would do it—one of them or both in turn.

Surprisingly, this monstrous thought caused a completely unexpected reaction in her body. Margarita felt her nipples harden sharply, warmth began to spread in her lower abdomen, and the lips of her vagina swelled treacherously.

The girl tried to push away the lewd images that had formed in her head and caused such a shameless response in her body. She stood up abruptly and headed for the door. She hadn't even taken a step when strong hands grabbed her by the hair and painfully shoved her face into the surface of the table. From the sharp pain, tears streamed from the girl's eyes and she froze, went slightly limp, and froze, afraid to move. Alexander's voice was quiet but firm:

"We both know you have no other choice. Do you understand that?"

Margarita, swallowing tears, nodded. Alexander continued:

"If you resist, you understand—it will only hurt more. So don't struggle, take off your jacket."

The girl got up and, trying not to meet the men's eyes, fearfully took off her jacket.

"Now the blouse."

She pressed her hands to her chest and shook her head negatively.

"Well, as you wish, you decided. Nikolai, go ahead."

Nikolai—that was the name of the shaven-headed partner—forcefully lowered Margarita's arms, pulled them behind her back, and sharply tore the blouse open. The buttons couldn't withstand the onslaught, and the girl's beautiful, large breasts were revealed to the already heated gaze of the men. Nikolai greedily grabbed one breast and kneaded it unceremoniously, exhaling with satisfaction:

"Nice, bitch!"

Then, continuing to hold the girl's hands behind her back, he pressed her bare chest against the polished surface of the table. Nikolai said:

"Go ahead, Sasha. She's yours."

From the cold of the hard wood, her nipples became even harder, and Margarita didn't immediately feel that someone's hands were crawling up her legs between her knees. She wanted to move, but Nikolai pressed her even tighter, and Alexander began slowly moving his hand up her legs, feeling her firm thighs and hiking up her skirt. Reaching the red lace panties, he said with satisfaction:

"Look, it's as if she was expecting such a continuation of the evening!"

Then he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. The skirt slid down and fell, shapelessly covering the reflection of her stockings in the patent leather shoes and now defenseless ankles.

Margarita tried to protect her maidenhood, squeezing her knees and moving her butt from side to side, away from the man's insolent paws. She shifted from foot to foot, her stocking-clad legs trembling, but Alexander's hand unceremoniously penetrated right into her crotch and through the thinnest fabric of her panties began to knead the treacherously swollen lips of her vagina and the hardened, shamefully helpless clitoris.

"She's already all wet," Alexander said with satisfaction, "Hold her tight so she doesn't kick."

He spread her legs slightly apart with his hands and, grabbing the delicate lace fabric, tore her panties at the crotch in one motion, leaving the remnants to dangle helplessly like a torn belt on Margarita's waist. Her intimate hole was exposed to the man's gaze; the girl clenched the firm ring of her anus in fear, but she could do nothing about Alexander's hands, which continued to knead her round butt. His fingers massaged her crotch, periodically touching Margarita's tender flesh.

She was ashamed, but each such touch echoed with warm waves of lust and desire for intercourse through her insides. For a few seconds, Alexander left her alone and stepped back. The thoughts in the girl's head began to come into order, but at that same moment she felt something hard and firm pressing against her hole. "They're going to fuck me now!" she realized, no longer embarrassed by her thoughts. And indeed, Alexander wrapped his arms around her waist and as if pulled her onto his cock, driving his dick into Margarita's very core, penetrating inside to the very base, to his balls. A cry escaped Margarita's lips:

"A-a-a-a! No, don't!"

"Yes, bitch, we're going to fuck you like the last whore now!"

Nikolai laughed heartily:

"You can scream as much as you want, there's no one else in the building except security. And they're used to such sounds from this office. You're not the only one who has to work off their work mistakes."

But then Nikolai pulled the girl's head by the hair and turned her face towards him. Margarita opened her tear-wet eyes slightly and saw Nikolai's cock right in front of her face. He held his short but very thick dick with one hand and pressed it against the girl's wet, painted lips. Margarita tried to clench them and turn away, but Nikolai sharply pulled her hair. From the pain, she cried out and Nikolai drove his hairy cock right into the girl's mouth, practically blocking her throat with his thick cockhead. Margarita choked and tears welled up in her eyes again, and the shaven-headed man began to drive his cock into her mouth, painfully pulling her hair each time she tried to free herself. Margarita could no longer resist and submissively began to suck the thick cock, barely managing to wrap her tender lips around it.

With each of Alexander's thrusts, waves of warmth spread through the girl's body. She lost track of time and as if detached from herself, as if watching a movie from the side. After a while, Alexander began to growl and with a kind of ferocity hammer his dick into Margarita's narrow hole. She felt with her insides how his cock hardened. Alexander pulled out his cock and began to jerk it off with his hand, expelling his seed onto the girl's arched back. She heard his voice, interrupted by heavy breathing:

"Yes, quite good..."

Nikolai, continuing to rape the girl in the mouth, asked:

"Well, how is it there, tight enough or stretched out like a street whore's?"

"Like a girl's, try it yourself!"

Nikolai finally pulled his dick out of the girl's mouth and, pulling her by the hair, stood her on her feet. The girl greedily gulped air with her mouth, trying to catch her breath; her head was spinning. She stood with her torn blouse, from which her bare breast protruded, all her makeup running down her face from tears, lipstick smeared on her lips by Nikolai's cock. The remnants of her panties dangled helplessly on Margarita's firm hips; she tried to squeeze her legs to somehow protect her maiden nakedness, her so cruelly raped chastity. With one hand she covered her smooth, shaved pubis, with the other she tried to pull the remnants of her panties over her butt, but Nikolai pulled the girl away from the table—towards the leather sofa standing against the wall in the darkness.

Margarita no longer tried to resist and submissively went where the strong hand of the rapist led her, stumbling from dizziness and trying not to trip on her high-heeled shoes. Nikolai sat on the sofa, turned the girl towards him, and, shoving his hand into her crotch, forcefully spread her soft thighs. With one hand he grabbed her labia, already seemingly torn apart by Alexander who had raped her earlier, lifted her with his other hand by the butt, and impaled her on his cock. When his thick cock invaded the narrow hole, Margarita's vision darkened for a second, she cried out and wrapped her arms around Nikolai.

This sight aroused Alexander; he approached from behind and pressed his erect cock against the girl's pink anal hole. She felt something unfamiliar from behind but could no longer and did not want to resist. She relaxed her muscles a little and Alexander's long cock penetrated Margarita's virgin ass. Now two cocks were inside her, separated only by the thin wall of her vagina, and Margarita herself moved her butt towards the men, as if impaling herself on these two spits.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her head: "What would my husband say if he saw me now?" Strangely, only now did she remember him. Even stranger was that she had a disgusting and shameful desire for her husband to see her right now, in such a terrible position. To see how two strange men were raping his girl, and she, in pleasure, was thrusting her round butt at them, moaning with pleasure.

From shame, Margarita even blushed and clenched inside. At the same time, she squeezed both men's cocks with her tight grip, and they couldn't hold back. The girl felt how both dicks tensed—the long one in her ass and the thick one in her vagina. She moaned and forcefully impaled herself on the men's still unsoftened cocks, in her orgasm squeezing them even tighter, as if squeezing the seed out of their cocks. The men groaned and wheezed, expelling their seed inside her. Two hoses immediately filled both of Margarita's intimate holes with hot, thick fluid.

Alexander leaned back on the sofa; Nikolai just lay on his back, still catching his breath. Margarita realized that no one was holding her and, swaying from dizziness, wandered to the table, picked up her skirt, and frantically began trying to pull it on to somehow cover her nakedness. Then, wrapping her bare chest in the torn blouse, she hastily threw on her jacket, trying to bring herself to a semblance of a proper business lady's appearance. Grabbing her purse, she ran to the exit, but Alexander's voice stopped her:

"One third of the debt..."

"What?"

"I'm saying you've worked off one third of the debt. We'll see you."__