Secrets of the Investigation. Part 30
"Do you love me?" Zima smiled at Andrei, who had crawled to her foot, completely morally broken.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied and, like a devoted puppy, pressed his cheek against her thigh with the tattoo, craving affection and approval.
Zima contentedly stroked his hair, then took a chip from the table and, with two fingers, brought it to Andrei's lips. He carefully, trying not to bite her fingers from hunger, took the chip with his lips and began crunching it with unbearable pleasure. This chip was comparable to something unrealistically expensive for him, the highest form of reward from his mistress; it was so long-awaited, so fragrant and tasty that his saliva dissolved it
even before it entered his throat."Hungry?" she asked Andrei, who was literally begging with his eyes for more.
"Yes, Mistress," Andrei said very quietly and cautiously, remembering how recently Dark had given him a drink, but not at all what he thought she had offered.
"Well, here you go, my little slut," she poured a shot glass of vodka and handed it into Andrei's hands, trembling with admiration and anticipation. "And here's a chaser," she also handed over a juicy, fatty sandwich consisting of bread, cheese, and on top, a thick slice of smoked sausage.
Andrei greedily drank the vodka, which pleasantly burned his throat, sank into his stomach, and immediately warmed the kneeling slut from the inside. Now he was truly in love with this evil inmate Zima. Not just grateful, but actually in love! After all, she was the first, as Andrei believed, who finally treated him kindly and with care. All the kindness from the other inmates was fake, acted out, and ultimately brought something unpleasant, as the goal of that kindness was always just to fuck with him and mock him.
"Kiss your mistress's feet, Andryusha," said Zima, wiggling the toes of the foot she raised to his lips.
Andrei hadn't heard anyone here call him by his name in a long time, and even in an affectionate diminutive form; it was very sweet. With pleasure, he reached out his hands, gently took her foot, and began covering each toe with numerous kisses, full of tenderness and love.
"He's so obedient for you, MIS-TRESS," said Multyashka, a bit jealously and playfully, peeking over the table as Andrei kissed Zima's foot.
"Yeah, I'm thinking of keeping him for myself," Zima answered her, somewhat thoughtfully and seriously.
"What about meeee?" Multyashka drawled, offended.
"I'll rent him out to you," Zima laughed.
"That's not fair!" Multyashka playfully took offense, pushing her pursed lips forward.
"You have Slavik," Zima told her. "By the way, do you fuck Slavik too?"
"That's not up for discussion," Multyashka laughed. "Slavik is not like that!"
"Of course," Zima smiled. "Uh-huh, not like that... probably just touches the dick with his lips... and also..." she didn't manage to finish the next sentence.
"Shut up, Zima," Multyashka frowned and rudely interrupted Zima. "It's none of your business! I just cheat... and don't stick your nose into someone else's house, or you'll be howling later!"
"Okay, don't get worked up, friend," Andrei noticed how Zima clearly backed down in front of Multyashka. "Will you give me and Andryusha your wonder toy?"
"A gift is not for giving away," Multyashka replied, licking and sucking her fingers from the greasy fish.
"Well, will you let us use it for a while then?" Zima batted her eyelashes at her.
"I will," Multyashka smiled at her and also extended a piece of sausage to Andrei. "And I'll give it to you," she was already looking at him.
Andrei looked questioningly at Zima, waiting for her permission to take the sausage from Multyashka's hand. This peculiarity and devotion specifically to Zima had come somehow unexpectedly for Andrei, and he now knew exactly whose slave he was. Having gone through beatings, insults, and humiliation, Andrei had found humility and obedience, and even a kind of love for his mistress Zima.
"Look at this bitch," Multyashka was surprised, her hand still extended. "The Larvae doesn't eat from other people's hands," she laughed. "Completely out of my hands, bitch."
"You bet," said Zima, very pleased with this situation, and affirmatively, smiling, nodded to Andrei, with this nod giving him, the mistress's permission, to take the sausage from her friend's hand.
Andrei reached his hand towards Multyashka's hand, in which she held such a tasty and appetizing sausage, but she quickly pulled it back.
"No way, fuck you," Multyashka laughed. "You have to earn it!"
Andrei looked at Zima again with a silent question: was he doing everything right? Was it worth serving Multyashka for this piece of sausage? And would Zima stand up for her slave? Would she not let him be offended? Would she not punish him?
"Well, go serve," said Zima, to his slight disappointment.
"Crawl under the table," Multyashka's order followed immediately.
Andrei gently placed and laid his mistress's foot on the floor and crawled towards Multyashka's spreading legs, under the table. Now, for the first time, he could clearly see her pussy. After all, even when she and Zima double-teamed him, fucking his mouth on the bed, he couldn't see her pussy. Back then, he had other things on his mind and was ashamed that she was filming him. He just buried his face in her pussy then, hiding from the filming, and then Multyashka just rubbed her pussy, or rather her clitoris, against his forehead.
Her pussy was pink, in places chafed and red. It was somehow childlike, completely hairless, smoothly shaved. Slightly swollen and red outer labia, and the inner ones were thin and as if stretched tight; they were exactly like guitar strings. Probably, it's precisely because of such vaginas that they call them guitars.
In the slit of her red-pink pussy, on top was a not-so-small clitoral bump, which had slightly peeked out from its hood and, twitching, awaited Andrei's lips.
He approached her pussy and first gave a big, soft lick with his full tongue across the entire plane, then, with a sound, sucked on the clitoris, pulling it into his mouth, stretched it, and let go.
"DID YOU LOSE YOUR MIND!?" Multyashka shouted out loud and jumped up displeased from that suction, so that the table moved from her hips and something even fell off it.
Andrei froze in fear under the table, realizing he had done something unacceptable. He had mistaken the clitoris for a dickhead. After all, the clitoris is a thousand times more sensitive than a dickhead, and you can't just suck it in like a dick right away.
Stop! Andrei caught himself thinking that he somehow even knew how to suck a dick. He blushed from these thoughts, ashamed of himself.
"Come out, you faggot!!!" Multyashka demanded menacingly for Andrei to come out from under the table where he was hiding.
"What happened?" Zima asked her, not understanding.
"The creature bit me!" Multyashka shouted menacingly and unpleasantly squealed.
"Bit what? How did he bite?" Zima asked again, not understanding, and then, apparently having understood, she laughed.
"How? Bitch... he bit my clitoris, bitch, the creature!" Multyashka was indignant.
She bent under the table and grabbed Andrei, who was already crawling out from under it, by the hair and roughly, painfully pulling his hair, dragged him out.
"Ufffssss," Andrei whimpered as quietly as possible from the pain and quickly moved his hands and legs, trying to get out of his improvised house, where he wanted to hide like in a doghouse.
When Andrei crawled out, Multyashka immediately slapped him on the cheek with her palm, then again and again, while cursing and insulting him. She was literally hysterical! Zima silently observed this execution and did not stand up for her slave, who silently whimpered and hoped for her to do so.
Then, when Multyashka had apparently hurt her palm, she pushed him away in frustration and went to the changing room. Andrei, guiltily with red cheeks from the slaps, looked at Zima, who was looking at him with a condemning gaze, smiling slightly but shaking her head disapprovingly, as if saying to him, "I didn't expect this from you, buddy!"
The menacing and enraged Multyashka appeared again in the passageway; in her hands was a wooden mop-brush.
"On all fours, bitch!" she hissed, swinging the mop at him. "Get on all fours!"
Andrei, understanding that the punishment was not over yet, bent down, put his hands on the floor, and on all fours turned his ass towards her.
"Ufffssshhh," Andrei groaned through clenched teeth from the pain when Multyashka began swinging the handle, hitting his ass.
His ass was already blue-purple in one place from the blow with the ladle that Zima had given him, which had finally broken him then.
Multyashka even tried to hit that bruise on purpose, continuing to deliver not very strong blows, as she was afraid of completely crippling him. Andrei, judging by the blows, which were not very strong but still echoed with pain throughout his body, understood that Multyashka pitied him.
He somehow respectfully began to endure, bearing his punishment, and again, to his surprise, realized that he even understood her and also loved his rapist Multyashka a little, who, while punishing him, simultaneously pitied him.
She simply couldn't act differently according to the code—he silently justified her to himself—she couldn't forgive him in front of her friend; she had to be merciless towards this asshole.
Tired of silently beating Andrei, who only whimpered quietly, she ordered him to stand on his feet in front of her, facing her, and spread his legs wide.
Next, when he obediently stood as Multyashka demanded, a blow of medium force followed to his balls, but even this blow was enough for Andrei to grab his balls with his hands, collapse onto his knees before her on the floor, and curl up, dropping his forehead to the very bottom with a thud.
But his punishment did not end there; now, having caught his breath, he stood with his knees spread wide and, at her instruction, raised his hands up, and then immediately received again not very strong slaps from her foot on his balls. With each blow, his intestines seemed to jump and flip inside. Tears now streamed from his eyes precisely from the pain.
After the fourth blow, Andrei refused to get up, curled up on the floor in the fetal position, he writhed on the floor in front of Multyashka, begging for forgiveness and whimpering, calling himself all sorts of humiliating names.
"Oh, you're fucking annoying," shouted Dark, displeased and awakened by the noise. "Let me sleep, damn it... fuck him in the..." she pointed somewhere in a half-dream with her finger towards the floor and upwards. "There," and collapsed again, burying her face in the pillow, pulling the blanket over herself.
"Alright, bitch," said Multyashka. "That's enough for you... get up, Larvae."
Andrei immediately found new strength and somehow got up on his knees before her again, his hands fearfully hiding his swollen balls from her.
"Put my budenovka on with your mouth," Multyashka threw a new pack of condoms at his feet and brought the mop handle, clamped between her legs, to his face, as if she had a one-and-a-half-meter dick.
Andrei, as Zima had taught him, opened the condom, put it in his mouth, and holding it between his teeth with the help of his tongue, began to put it on this handle with his mouth and, rolling it, stretch the slippery condom onto her long dick, while holding this dick-handle with his hands, remembering how Zima had shoved it down his throat during this manipulation.
"Good boy," praised the now completely calmed-down Multyashka. "Stand on your feet and bend over near the table on all fours."
"No, please don't," Andrei wailed in passive protest, understanding that she probably wanted to fuck him in the ass with the mop.
"I'm not going to argue with you!" Multyashka said menacingly. "I can continue beating you, and you'll be begging me for it yourself... want that?"
"Don't ask for it!" Zima said to him, warningly or protectively, smiling slightly. "It's her long-time dream!"
What dream she was talking about, Andrei didn't know, but hoping that it wouldn't hurt and that she wasn't completely crazy enough to drive the handle all the way into him, tearing his ass apart, he bent over and got on all fours.
"Spread your cheeks with your hands, Larvae," calling the buttocks 'cheeks,' Multyashka approached Andrei from behind, who, standing on all fours with his forehead resting on the table, spread his buttocks with both hands, thus revealing his relaxed and slightly opened anus to Multyashka. The handle, with the condom on, entered the anus just a little, and the mop lowered to the floor.
"Now stand like that, you trashy creature," said Multyashka, sitting back down at the table with Zima.
Now Andrei had to stand for half an hour with the mop stuck in his ass and watch as Zima and Multyashka appetizingly drank and ate snacks, who now and then began to feed him from their hands, sometimes chips, sometimes something else, but they didn't pour him any more vodka.
It was in this position that Andrei received an offer from Zima that he couldn't refuse: "divorce your wife and become my husband!" to which he of course agreed, and as you know, you can't just throw words and promises around lightly in the world of these evil inmates.