Your world is this hall.
Lina had been doing fitness for a couple of years, but only recently found out there was no need to trudge to a club several metro stops away — an excellent place was in the basement of the neighboring building. She noticed yesterday how people were coming out of that very house, clearly after a good workout; she asked one of them and got confirmation of her guess, as well as a brief description of the club. However, the person she asked didn't want to answer, as if not wanting Lina to actually get interested in this place, but then one of the group whispered something to another, and they told her anyway.
Today she was already on her way to it, her workout clothes dangling in her bag, and her soul was
festive, thanks to the beautiful weather. Her mood was only darkened by a recent quarrel with her parents. They stayed in Omsk two years ago when Lina came to enroll in a Moscow university, which she succeeded in doing. She often called them, but yesterday this idiotic spat happened — the reason for it didn't even deserve mentioning, but from experience Lina knew that until she apologized, there would be no call or letter from her parents. Well, okay, not the first time.Finding the entrance, she opened the door. The large room resembled a bar for a narrow circle, a TV with a screen so huge Lina had never seen hung on the wall, and this room—entrance hall—bar also served as a buffer between the street and the changing rooms. Someone was already sitting there, looking at the newcomer in surprise. The girl noted there was no reception — no cash register, no secretary. Strange. She decided to find out everything from the person currently sitting on the small sofa.
"Hey, from this position I definitely can't lift it!" she said, laughing. Oleg made a face:
"Yeah, you won't lift it from any position, 120 kilograms, after all..."
"What 120? You said 45!"
"Yeah, that was to make it easier for you, honest. When Oleg stepped away, she saw that wide leather bracelets were fastened around her thighs near her knees, and ropes attached to them, pulled taut, were tied at their other ends to neighboring exercise machines. The bench had been pulled out from under her, and the upper part of Lina's body was left hanging in the air a few centimeters from the floor, only her widely spread legs standing on the floor.
She realized this was no longer a joke. Everyone gathered around her and smiled. Lina tried to stay calm.
"Well, what next? Like if I can't lift the barbell, I'll lower myself and it'll end up on my outstretched arms?"
"Not quite, my joy," said Oleg. "We were already thinking this hall needed a pretty girl, and here you came yourself. In short, congratulations — now you'll delight us with yourself."
It was pointless to push away the emerging thought any longer — Lina was trapped, and they were going to rape her. She started nervously jerking, but her hands were firmly tied to the bar, and the tight ropes didn't allow her legs to move either.
"What... are you... going to... do?" she uttered, swallowing.
"Nothing special. Just give each other joy. Actually, we can start." They began carefully cutting Lina's clothes. When her top slid off her chest, the girl let out a prolonged scream. Judging by the lack of reaction, it was useless, but it was the only thing she could do, and she screamed until finally they got tired of it and a backhand slap across the cheek made her fall silent — it was Marina. The kind smile and gaze were gone. All of Lina's clothes were already lying on the floor, and her naked body, tanned in a solarium, swayed on her outstretched arms. Oleg approached her from behind and placed his hands on the base of her thighs, massaging the skin near her labia with his thumbs. His erect cock also rubbed against her through the fabric of his sweatpants. Lina began to shake wildly, as much as her bonds allowed.
"Girl, what are you doing? You won't give anyone joy like that! We'll have to tame you," said Vlad with visible disappointment, who until then had been thoughtfully running his fingers through her hair. "Marish, bring a couple of straps from the changing rooms."
A minute later, Lina's eyes were blindfolded, and four straps hissed through the air in a staggered rhythm, descending from right and left onto her chest and stomach, two others lashed her thighs, striking both top-down and bottom-up, leaving red marks on her skin. The girl screamed and writhed continuously, but it didn't help at all. The straps also hit her vaginal lips and nipples, causing unbearable pain, and Tanya's voice whispered in her ear:
"Do you want this to stop?"
"Yes, yes, please!" Lina sobbed in response.
"It's simple, you just have to ask... And promise to help us enjoy communicating with you. Come on, say it."
"Go to hell..." Lina, cutting herself off and gritting her teeth, decided to endure — to submit was no better than prostrating herself before them and kissing the ground at their feet. She wouldn't do that. Tanya's breath near her ear disappeared, but her voice rang out somewhere above:
"Ha, she's a tough one! Holding on! Maybe you can think of something more interesting?"
"And I like it even more like this!" This was another from the group, a Caucasian — his Russian grammar was fine, but the accent remained, she didn't know his name. "Like a young unbroken wild filly... Ah, that was a good hit!... So, now there'll be adrenaline, fuss, strength and struggle — let her crawl on her knees later, kiss feet and suck when told — there's charm in both! Phew, tired." He slapped Lina on the butt. "Good girl, filly! The stronger, the more pleasant to break!"
Lina sobbed — from pain, resentment, humiliation, and the realization that any of her actions would only add to their pleasure. But besides such — moral — resistance, she had nothing left. Anyone could have long ago pierced her virgin vagina, leaving her only to scream in despair, but they wanted her to surrender not only physically but also to accept it herself, become submissive and a faithful toy.
As the next torment, they lifted Lina and placed a turned-on electric kettle with an open lid under her shoulder blades. Lying, leaning on it with her back was painful, but Lina's hands could no longer support her weight. The warm air pleasantly warmed her skin. The girl felt a light bite on her earlobe, and Katya's familiar gentle voice whispered again:
"Linochka, my good girl, the water heats up quickly. It's warm now, but in two minutes steam will start rising, another minute — and it'll be boiling water. You don't want to get burned, do you? And you don't have to. Just come on, repeat after me: 'I am a good girl and I will be happy to give you pleasure. I do everything you want.'"
"Sweetie, you're suffering yourself and making it painful for all of us! Maybe enough foolishness? Come on, be a good girl, give everyone joy, and there will be no more pain!"
Lina didn't answer, although the possibility of stopping this pain was tempting and the voice seemed to sound directly in her consciousness, convincing her to give up everything, even crawl between them on the floor and do whatever they asked, just to stop the pain. The temperature of the steam increased, but the girl could no longer scream louder, her only defense no longer worked. Taking another breath, she was about to beg to stop this torture and do whatever they said, but then the steam disappeared. A distant voice from above irritably said something about how such a wonderful body wasn't worth ruining.
Lina tried to smile. She had managed, proved to them they wouldn't break her. But she couldn't smile, she could only sob and whimper quietly. The leather bracelets on her legs were unfastened, and the lower part of Lina's body collapsed onto the floor. Her butt, completely covered in strap marks, seemed to explode from the impact with the floor, but getting up was impossible. A tingling appeared in her legs as blood began to return. Her hands were also untied. Finding herself lying on the floor, Lina curled up into a small and, as she hoped, inconspicuous little ball that trembled and sniffled.
Everyone stood around her and quietly discussed something. Tanya and one of the men went to the changing room. Having made a decision, they lifted Lina and seated her on the seat of another exercise machine. As far as she knew, the handle hanging above her head didn't press down on the person training but, using pulleys, on the contrary, pulled upward with a set force. Her wrists in the same gloves were tied to this handle, and her thighs were tightly strapped to the seat and holders, after which they set the maximum weight on the machine — 350 kg, placing a couple of dumbbells on the weights. The girl's body stretched like a string between the seat and the machine's handle, she immediately began to suffocate — in such a position, only a little air could be inhaled, and even that with incredible difficulty. All muscles were stretched and simultaneously tense, trying to return to a normal state, and it was impossible to move anything, and her shoulders seemed about to tear from their joints. Marina, throwing a leg over the seat, sat down on Lina's knees, continuing to gently persuade her:
"Hard? I know it's hard. This, by the way, was my idea. It's hard now, soon it will also become very painful. Your hands will probably go numb. You can't breathe like this for long. I don't understand such stubbornness." She began thoughtfully twisting Lina's nipple with her fingers; Lina could only drill her with a hateful gaze in response. Even speaking was too difficult and would disrupt the hard-won breathing. "Actually, we'll finish for today, and you sit here until tomorrow and think. Look what we give to good girls."
A laptop was brought out from the changing room. Oleg walked around the captive with a camera, then the one who brought the laptop bent over it for a minute and handed it to Marina. She showed it to Lina; on the screen, the same smiling Tanya looked directly at her and said something. Then they put headphones on the girl; she heard the same voice that made tears, which had dried up, spurt from her eyes again. The woman on the screen spoke, and her words imprinted directly into Lina's consciousness. "Lina is a good and obedient girl. Lina's world is this hall, and all the people in it — Sergey Gennadievich, Oleg Romanovich, Vagith, Vladislav Mikhailovich, Mikhail Petrovich, Marina Arkadievna, Tatyana Borisovna, Svetlana Sergeevna (for each name, a corresponding photo appeared in the corner of the screen) — are her masters, whose word Lina obeys. Lina fulfills all the masters' desires, pleases them as much as she can, and fears displeasing them more than death..."
Marina paused the playback.
"Lina, you are a strong girl and we admire you. But it's pointless to show temper to people who are so benevolent towards you. We will reveal your true life to you — now it's a wonderful life without worries, without difficulties. Just you, us, and this hall. It will be fun and pleasant! And what awaits you otherwise? Only endless pain (the screen showed Lina screaming, writhing, and sobbing under the blows of straps, shrieking from scalding steam), suffering, (shots of her stretched between the seat and the machine's handle: face swollen from tears, tense body in red stripes, redness was also between her shoulder blades — where the kettle had stood). Lina! There is nothing beyond the walls of your world anymore, and there's no point in trying to resist fate, especially such a wonderful fate. Excellent sound insulation throughout the premises, so don't be afraid that someone will come and interfere with you living in this wonderful world. Triple-glazed windows under the ceiling, a heavy double door — and specially for your peace of mind, we'll make improvements, upholster everything with something soft and pleasant to the touch, cover the windows with metal shutters so no scoundrels get in." Marina paused, as if laughing at her own words. "All for your comfort."
It was very kind of you to bring both your passport and student ID. We'll check if you live at your registered address, and if not, we'll find out your real address from one of the phones in your cell phone's contacts. Tomorrow you will no longer be living there but will have left in an unknown direction. The rector of your university knows Oleg Romanovich, your master, well, and will quite believe the story of a respectable person about how you decided to return home, and all necessary documents Oleg will agree to pass to you for signature and then bring to the dean's office. Your roommate will tell your friends that you got tired of such a life and decided to go abroad somewhere. No one will disturb you. There is nothing beyond these walls.
Notice, a microphone is dangling near your lips. I'll turn on the recorder now, and in the morning we'll check what's recorded. To no longer feel pain and accept our generous offer, you just need to say once what we ask you to say. The sample sounds in your head. Good night." The door slammed, the light went out. In the darkness, only the monitor screen glowed, frequent breathing and sniffles were heard.
"How are you, Lina? Are you feeling well? Nothing hurts? Can you feel your hands? I'm just sorry you're suffering so much (the face on the screen showed sympathy). And all this is so unnecessary, so pointless. You know who you are now, don't you? Come on, let's do it together."
"Lina is a good and obedient girl. Lina's world is this hall, and all the people in it — Sergey Gennadievich, Oleg Romanovich, Vagith, Vladislav Mikhailovich, Mikhail Petrovich, Marina Arkadievna, Tatyana Borisovna, Svetlana Sergeevna — are her masters, whose word Lina obeys. Lina fulfills all the masters' desires, pleases them as much as she can, and fears displeasing them more than death. Happiness for Lina is the master's pleasure, and the highest praise is the opportunity to kiss his hand."
The door opened, Tatyana Borisovna and an unfamiliar man entered. Probably Sergey Petrovich. Lina wanted to insult them somehow but couldn't utter a word. Tatyana Borisovna was saying something to Sergey Petrovich, smiling and pointing at Lina. He glanced at the captive and also smiled. In his hand were a couple of pastries, cheesecakes from Lina's favorite cafe, it seemed. Sergey Petrovich approached her from behind, took the elastic bands out of her ponytail and ruffled her loosened hair, paused the playback — the resulting silence rang in her head.
"Well hello, my faithful Bambi. I don't know why Bambi, but I like it. Here, eat." A palm appeared near Lina's mouth, on which indeed lay a piece of her favorite cheesecake. It reminded her of how once long ago she was a happy student with a bunch of friends and life plans. She opened her mouth and reached for it. The palm willingly brought the treat closer, and her lips closed on it, touching Sergey Petrovich's palm as well. "NOOO!" flashed in her head, and Lina spat it out.
"Well, what's this, Bambi. I liked you so much. It will be very pleasant to play with you. Don't complicate life for us and yourself. Let's try again." Marina handed Sergey Petrovich another piece, but he pointed to the one lying on the floor. Soon it was again at her lips. Her lips were tightly pressed together. After a minute, the master removed his hand and showed Lina a fingernail. Her fingernail.
"Did you feel me cutting it off, Bambi? I don't know how much time you have until the moment when restoring circulation will be impossible. Marina, drop it, we'll check the recording tonight." He set the player to playback again. The familiar and dear voice sounded — "Lina is a good and obedient girl."
Minutes dragged on again. The gentle voice, dull pain and numbness, the tempting possibility to stop all this at once, wild alarm clock rings interrupting attempts to forget in sleep. First, second, third. Once again, opening her eyes and habitually fixing her gaze on the monitor, Lina noticed that piece of pastry on the keyboard. How did they know what she liked? They really checked everything. Lina suddenly realized she was now nobody — she no longer rented an apartment on Balaklavsky Prospekt, was no longer a second-year philology student, and her friends knew her as a girl who suddenly got tired of Moscow and had already left somewhere. Her parents wouldn't even think to check on her until she called and