Secrets of the Investigation. Part 28

"Come here, crawl," motioned to him Zima, twirling her bare hips to the music.

Dark was sitting at the table, lounging and watching Cartoon, who was dancing in front of her with a dildo inserted into her pussy, jerking herself off and mimicking fucking the dancing Yolka or Zima in the dance.

Andrei crawled over to Zima and she sat down on his back. She sat on him like a pony and, joyfully slapping his buttocks with her knees bent, began to ride him.

Yolka, noticing Cartoon positioning herself behind her ass with a dildo in hand, stood facing the table and Dark, presenting her face and ass to Cartoon. Leaning her hands on the table, she took a packaged condom from it and with her teeth,

ripped it open and handed it to Cartoon, who, smiling, pulled a budenovka onto the dildo.

Yolka spread her feet even wider and further apart, squatted slightly lower on bent legs, allowing the small Cartoon to position herself behind her. The dildo of the little bitch slid along the walls of her womb and entered her vagina quite confidently. Yolka arched her back even more and, in time with Cartoon's movements and the tempo of the music, began to moan and gasp, biting her lips and not taking her lustful gaze off the eyes of Dark sitting opposite her, who remained sitting, leaning back in the chair with her legs crossed.

The gazes of Yolka and Dark drilled into each other, as if confessing love and mutual affection to each other. Yolka, her mouth open from pleasure, breathed and groaned, and Dark, unable to resist, leaned towards her friend and caught her shaking tits with both hands. She began to knead and massage them for her, and Yolka, in gratitude, smiled at her with all her might and blew air kisses across the table. Cartoon, sticking out her slutty tongue again and with the smile of a tigress, fucked the ass-wiggling Yolka, holding her by the thigh with one hand, lightly slapping her buttock.

Zima stopped Andrei, facing the fucking friends, and remained sitting on him, mounted like a pony. Andrei felt with his back how Zima, sitting on him, was getting aroused again. She lowered her feet to the floor and silently watched them, and then began to move her hips slightly, rubbing her vagina against Andrei's back, which immediately became slick and slippery. Her hand dropped between her legs to her pussy and she began to rub her clit.

Andrei simply stood on all fours and watched as Cartoon fucked Yolka, her friend Dark kneaded her breasts, and Zima jerked off on his back. Cartoon, thrusting her dildo in as deep as it would go, pressing against Yolka's buttocks, strongly clenched her own buttocks together, playing with the beautiful muscles of her glutes and rear thighs.

For some reason, he imagined that Cartoon was now fucking not Yolka, but him. His cock immediately hardened at the memory of how this little dominant and terrorist fucker had fucked him spread-eagled in a frog position. And then Dark had fucked him, and then Zima, the same one who was now jerking off sitting on his lower back and moaning with the desire to cum. He really wanted to help Zima or crawl over to Cartoon and sink his slutty lips into her beautiful buttocks.

Andrei felt Zima's thighs begin to squeeze his body and, crossing at his stomach at the feet, began to practically choke him, not letting him breathe normally, constricting his diaphragm. He guessed that her favorite orgasm had come to visit her and she grabbed Andrei by the hair, pulled his head towards her, arching it impossibly and painfully at the cervical vertebra.

Her whole body began to shake and she began to squeeze his diaphragm even tighter, like a boa constrictor its victim, while he thought his neck would snap from the tension around his Adam's apple.

"Aaaaaaa," Andrei yelled, unable to bear it any longer and hoping she would come to her senses and let him go.

"Aaaaah... fuck," groaned Yolka, cumming as she collapsed with her tits and head onto the table.

"A-A-A-A-A," squeaked Cartoon again, like a mouse, as she came.

When Zima fell together with Andrei, she yelped, cursed, and loosened her terrifying leg grip on his body. Andrei greedily and deeply inhaled the much-needed oxygen into his freed lungs, as if he had surfaced from the depths of an ocean of passion and depravity.

Andrei still lay there at the feet of his rapist, but was already breathing greedily with full lungs, thinking that his torment was over and he would now rest a bit and maybe even manage to have a smoke to stifle his groaning hunger, but...

"Bitch," swore the out-of-breath Zima.

Freeing Andrei from her legs, Zima kicked him hard and painfully in the back between the shoulder blades with her heel. The blow was so strong and unexpected that Andrei arched his back backward and, squeezing his eyes shut, groaned in pain.

"Are you fucking crazy???" stood before him the displeased Zima.

She kicked the lying Andrei again, this time in the stomach, causing him to now curl up in the opposite direction and pull his knees under him, pressing his hands to his stomach in pain.

This real beating was completely unexpected and offensive for Andrei, but of course he understood that Zima was furious because he had fallen over sideways onto the floor with her. While in ecstasy, she had almost strangled him, and when he collapsed with her, she had hit her shoulder and head hard on the wooden floor.

And that was very unpleasant, to be interrupted while cumming, and to get a painful injury on top of it. Of course, Andrei considered himself not at fault, because he had held on on all fours with his last strength and only when he began to lose consciousness did he involuntarily topple over and fall with her.

However, the enraged Zima was not going to figure out who was right and who was wrong. She simply continued to swear in anger at the orgasm that had been taken from her.

"You faggot," she continued, kicking Andrei lying on the floor hard and not at all jokingly – "You fucking bastard!!!"

Her blows struck Andrei's chest and stomach, which he protected with his hands and knees, and when Zima realized she couldn't reach the soft tissues of his body and it was starting to hurt her own bare foot to kick him, she kicked Andrei hard in the head with her heel, causing a firework of colorful stars to flash before his eyes.

"Enough," Dark ran over.

She dragged the enraged Zima away from poor Andrei, who was ready to simply kill this whore, this slut who had dared to interrupt her, taking away the orgasm that had washed over her.

"Calm down," she led her to the table – "You'll fucking kill him and end up in trouble again."

"Faggot," Zima swore angrily, already at the table.

"Maybe we should strap him to that thing?" Cartoon pointed at the X-shaped cross standing in the room.

Andrei had noticed that contraption back when he was here with the prostitutes Malvina, Kristina, and Angelika.

"Let's do it," Dark smiled at her.

Andrei, getting on his knees and overcoming the pain from the beating with his head spinning, crawled over to Zima and guiltily asked for forgiveness. She stood before him and silently, with a grimace of an evil witch, slapped him hard across the face, sending him tumbling to the floor again. That's when Andrei realized what enormous strength Zima possessed. She, leaning over him, lifted him back onto his knees by painfully grabbing his hair, and the last thing Andrei saw was her knee rapidly approaching his face.

Andrei came to on the floor, right where Zima had knocked him out. His eyebrow was cut and his lip was split. There was blood on the floor. Andrei touched his face with his palms and found they immediately became red with blood.

"Come here," he heard Dark call the revived Andrei to the X-shaped contraption.

He got up heavily and, with a staggering gait, forgetting he was ordered to move only on his knees, approached Dark. His bloodied face apparently didn't concern her at all. She took his arm, pulled it to one upper end, and locked a leather cuff.

"You're not fastening it right," smirked Zima, who had already calmed down.

"It's fine," Dark answered her, fastening the other arm as well, with his face to the contraption and his back to them.

After Dark had fixed the last arm, Cartoon, already spreading Andrei's legs, began fastening them too. Then Dark, behind the contraption, began turning a handle, which began raising this contraption upward, forcing Andrei to stretch out strongly and even stand on his tiptoes. He was barely coherent from the knockdown received from Zima and simply remained silent, stretching out his body.

From the tension, Andrei's calf muscles tightened strongly and his buttocks clenched together, his arms stretched out taut. He guiltily and resignedly dropped his head when he felt the first strong kick from the small Cartoon.

"This is for you, Slut, for Zimushka," she squeaked in a nasty voice.

After that kick came more and more, and then, following Cartoon's example, Dark began kicking from the other side. From the blows, his ass went numb and his thighs grew heavy from the strain. His arms groaned and went numb.

"Enough!" Andrei finally couldn't take it and growled angrily, trying to make them understand the jokes were over!

"What???" Cartoon was outraged.

She shoved a piece of fabric into his mouth. It turned out to be his own underwear. Now Andrei could only moan.