Female Domination - Revenge. Part 29
Only once he was already inside Margo's brothel did Valera realize it was the very brothel he would have wanted to be in last. Valera, of course, knew of it, but didn't know its location. Valera recalled the incident from three years ago when he and his friends Fedya, Kolya, and Styopa had made an irreparable mistake. They had raped two sweet twin sisters in an abandoned house, and the owner of this very brothel, Margo, had stood up for them. By her decision, all his friends were punished and turned into "bitches," but Valera himself managed to escape to his grandmother's, telling his parents he had a serious conflict with his friends, which saved him from the humiliation that all the others, except him, rightfully received.
/> Of course, the search for Valera began, but it suddenly ended after a tragic car accident in which Margo's fiancé, Stas, died, and the hunt for Valera moved to the back burner, and then somehow everyone completely forgot about him. Of course, the twins, Mira and Sonya, remembered him, especially Sonya, who could still feel the unpleasant taste of his cock in her mouth. Kira was also involved in the search for Valera, but Kira didn't really have a clear idea of who she was looking for, as she didn't remember his face at all; their interactions in school were limited to "hi" and "bye." Valera had also changed his surname when he got his passport, so when Kira, at Anna's request, was searching for Sergey, who had run away from her, and found him in a dormitory living with some Valera, she couldn't possibly have imagined that this was the very Valera whom, at one point, almost the entire local criminal underworld had been looking for.And Valera was found when a drunk Anya, who had dropped by once again to see her "toy" Rafael—whom she had once handed over to Margo for exploitation—boasted about a selfie on her phone featuring her, her runaway whore Sergey, and her new partner-in-crime for fucking the whore Sergey, Valera.
"Let me see, let me see," Mira said, taking the phone from her, and began scrutinizing the photo. Looking at Sonya, she said, "It's him!"
"Yes," Sonya replied, her eyes already gleaming with bloodthirsty vengeance.
"Well, looks like we've got some New Year's fun coming our way," Mira said, looking at Sonya with equally truly savage eyes demanding immediate revenge. Their reaction to the photo attracted the attention of all the girls present.
"Well then," began Mistress Lina, "let's coordinate with Margo"—who wasn't there at that moment—"and invite this Valera, or probably the future Valeria, to our place for New Year's for some 'training.'"
"I'll bring both him and the other one," Anya assured them.
The very next day, Anya went to see Valera and Sergey in their dorm room, where she learned that Valera, while drunk, had beaten Sergey up and handed him over to the local whores for torment. After that "royal gang bang" in the dorm, practically everyone started fucking Sergey—both guys and girls—and even Valera himself began to resist and avoid Sergey. They would catch Sergey even as he approached the dorm and drag him to one room or another, and sometimes right in the public toilet, Sergey had to suck or lick someone off.
His reputation ran ahead of him, and he started getting recruited for blowjobs and licking even at the institute. To put it more precisely, Sergey became the dorm whore, and he no longer cared who or where he had to lick or suck; his asshole was also "unsealed" one Friday evening in the dorm. Sergey became practically a laughingstock in the dorm in just about a week, and of course, his first woman, Valya, had worked very, very hard to make that happen.
Anya was, of course, outraged by what had happened, because her "toy" with the cute, pretty face that had made her squirt now disgusted her; after all that, she couldn't even imagine his "dirty" face touching her royal pussy. Anya suppressed her outrage and pretended she didn't give a damn and that she still wanted a group fuck of Sergey with Valera's participation.
"Valer, what are you doing for New Year's?" she asked him.
"Was thinking of going home," Valera replied, though he was being deceitful and thus inflating his own value, understanding that some kind of offer would follow.
"I have a proposal: take Serega"—she looked at him—"though we could go without him—and come to my friend's place, a luxurious house with a sauna, billiards, and an excellent room with a huge 'fuck-dome.' I'll cover all expenses. Shall we go?"
"Let's go," Valera smiled at her, anticipating a free ride.
That day, Anya avoided having sex with Valera, explaining that she had her period. She genuinely felt sorry for what had happened to Sergey, but she already knew that this scumbag Valera would answer for both that and this.
Still, Valera and Anya decided not to take Sergey, who had become unbearably disgusting to both of them, for New Year's. On December 30th, Snezana met them at the cottage gates and invited them into the living room, where Valera met Milena, who was decorating the rooms and preparing for the celebration. Snezana then led Anya and Valera to one of the bedrooms (the largest room for clients). In this bedroom stood a bulky leather armchair, a huge bed, a couple of chairs, a large mirror on the ceiling, a wardrobe in the corner, and quite a spacious area.
Amanda ran into the room to introduce herself. Valera had already made himself at home in the armchair, spreading his legs. Anya was inspecting the wardrobe, putting away the things she had brought with her. Amanda sat on the arm of Valera's chair, and her massive, muscular legs, which she was showing off in sporty shorts, ended up on his legs, with her hand on his shoulder.
"Wanna wrestle?" Amanda proposed a sparring match to Valera with a note of superiority. "Come on?"
"Nahhh," drawled a smiling Valera, who hadn't expected such an offer from a girl who, by her appearance alone, seemed stronger than him, and this proposal was, of course, somewhat humiliating for him.
"Why so modest?" She pressed his neck slightly with her hand, enough to make Valera's vision darken a bit.
"Whoever wins gets to fuck the other," Amanda persisted, patting the now-suppressed dorm Casanova on the chest. "Agree." She kissed him on the forehead and, without waiting for an answer, leaned down somewhere near his legs and reached with her hand. A second later, Valera heard the characteristic sound of a handcuff snapping shut on his leg, and Amanda returned to her position.
"You're fucked, Valeria," Anya said. "Do you even know where you are?"
"You had a chance," Amanda squeezed his neck again. "A small one, but you had it." Now standing up from the chair, she bent him over, squeezing harder and harder, forcing Valera onto his knees, helplessly hugging Amanda's legs. In those seconds, all sorts of thoughts flashed through Valera's mind, but one stuck clearly. He realized they had brought him here to get fucked, and specifically, for him to be the one getting fucked. What Amanda was doing to him now proved it, and there was no longer any doubt. "Will you lick me, little girl?" Amanda continued to ask him mockingly. Even if Valera had agreed, he couldn't have answered; he couldn't speak or nod because his head was in Amanda's powerful chokehold.
"Amanda, let him go, you'll choke him," Valera heard some unfamiliar voice and felt the hand-vise loosen. He braced his hands on the floor, on all fours, then, rubbing his neck with his hand, began gasping for the air he so desperately needed. He saw that his leg was handcuffed with a chain attached to the massive armchair. The next second, he received a rather strong kick to the groin.
"Sit back on the chair, bitch," he heard Amanda's commanding voice. Valera, still on his knees in front of the chair, raised his eyes and was horrified. Standing before him were those very twins, Mira and Sonya. He looked at Anya and saw her smiling at him cunningly and with satisfaction.
"You've run your course, scum," Mira kicked him with her petite foot and spat on him from above. "You're totally fucked."
"We'll castrate you, you filth," he heard Sonya's growl. "I'll personally cut your dick off, you bitch."
Valera sat by the chair, lowered his head, and simply remained silent, realizing that his life was changing drastically from this minute. For some reason, he remembered Sergey, who had been turned into a bitch by the entire dorm, and he imagined that the same thing awaited him now. He recalled that incident at the construction site where he and his friends, reveling in their physical superiority, had raped the twins. He also thought about how the girls he had fucked in the dorm would now look at him, and even imagined which one would mock him and which one might even pity him. He understood his fate was inevitable and that he wouldn't leave here a normal guy. He also remembered Sonya's words about castration, and his balls tightened from that, trying to retract inside as if to hide.
The next minute, Valera saw the door to the room open, and he saw a cock appear from behind the door. It seemed to him he was watching a film in slow motion. He saw the cock appear, and then the head to which this cock was attached. It was Rafael. He was entering the room on all fours. On his face was a facial phallus; this phallus was secured to his head with straps and also held in his mouth by his teeth. Around Rafael's neck was a collar with a leash held in the hands of a woman dressed in a strict suit. It was Mistress Lina with her stone-cold face, an expression that made you want to bury yourself in the ground.
However, Valera thought this was Margo herself. He had never seen her face, only heard about her and her decision to turn him and his friends into bitches. He feared Margo more than anything in the world and had imagined their meeting a hundred times, which never ended well. From her gaze, Valera froze and felt a warm liquid run down his legs. Valera realized he had simply pissed himself and was now sitting in a puddle of his own urine.