Female Domination - Revenge. Part 31
"Help me, bro," Valera asked Rafael as he helped him wash up and mopped the floor, cleaning up shit and piss.
"You're not my bro," Rafael said quietly. "You better stop acting up, or they'll really castrate you. They were discussing it seriously, and it's better not to anger Mistress Lina."
"Margot?" Valera asked, who was also actively helping Rafael with the cleaning.
"Margot wasn't here," Rafael replied.
"What?" Valera was surprised. "Then who was that?"
"That was Mistress Lina," answered Rafael, continuing to scrub the floor. "Margot has a teardrop tattoo under her eye, she got it in mourning for her
dead boyfriend. With Margot, you better act like an idiot, don't even dare look her in the eye, but she probably won't be here today, she went somewhere. And did you really rape twins?" Rafael asked."Yeah, damn it, it was out of stupidity, when I was young," Valera answered, lowering his head and shrugging. "What are they going to do to me?" Of course, Valera had an idea of what they would do, but for some reason, he wanted to hear some kind of miracle, still hoping for something.
"You better stop acting up," Rafael kept repeating. "Better listen to them and don't argue."
About an hour later, Valera was completely naked and clean. He was still sitting chained to the chair on the now dry floor in the aired-out room. Completely humiliated, both physically and morally. He didn't dare sit on the chair. Amanda, Anya, Mira, and Sonya entered the room.
"Well?" Amanda asked him right away. "Should we drain some steroids out of you?" She patted herself between the legs. "So you're talking shit, huh?" She approached him, holding a rubber baton. "Come on, whore, get on all fours and put your head on the chair." Rafael was already sitting again at the feet of his first rapist, Anya. She was sitting on the bed, stroking his head, while he occasionally kissed her feet, showing his respect—though it was more fear than respect. As they say, "if he respects you, he fears you."
Not daring to look Amanda in the eyes, Valera turned onto all fours and positioned himself with his forehead against the chair. Amanda struck him not too hard but firmly with the baton on his ass. "Arch your back, whore, and lift your ass up." She took off her shorts and panties, stepped over him, and sat on the chair with her legs spread wide. "Sonya is going to break your cherry now, and you'll lick me while she does." She lifted his head, facing her smoothly shaved pussy—though calling this beauty a "pussy" was unfair; it was a rather pretty kitty (so thought Valera upon seeing Amanda's vulva).
He no longer wanted to resist as he had initially intended. Instead, he wanted to somehow atone for or lick away his guilt, to serve, to please, and if he couldn't avoid the inevitable, then at least without electric shocks and physical torment, from which his whole body still ached.
Valera felt someone's hands lifting him by the waist. He obligingly yielded, and a brought stool was slipped under his stomach—it was Rafael. When Valera was lying stomach-down on the stool, which also had a pillow on it, his knees dangled without touching the floor. Following Rafael's hint, he tucked his legs under himself and ended up in a frog-like position: his legs were spread wide on either side of the stool, his asshole slightly raised upward, and his head a bit lower, buried between Amanda's legs. Valera felt his asshole clenched and couldn't relax it no matter how hard he tried.
"Lubricate it," Mira said to Sonya.
"Hell no, I won't," Sonya replied angrily to her sister.
"You'll tear everything to hell," Mira continued talking to Sonya.
"I don't give a damn," Sonya said. Hearing this, Valera, not yet engaged in cunnilingus,
"Sonya, forgive me," Valera pleaded pitifully, looking at Amanda's pussy. "Don't tear me, I get it—I understand everything, I won't do it again." He kept begging and persuading Sonya, not even understanding what he wanted. "I'll do whatever you and everyone says, please don't tear me."
"Have you even licked a pussy before?" Amanda interrupted and asked him. "Are you a virgin?"
"Yes," Valera answered.
"Yes to what?" Amanda laughed. "A virgin? Or have you licked one already?"
"No, never licked one," Valera corrected himself, looking at the pleased Amanda and even smiled at her, thinking maybe she would stand up for him. But Valera felt something approaching his asshole—probably a dildo, he thought. The dildo pressed against him, trying to enter, but his anus wouldn't relax, even though he tried to yield and loosen it. Apparently, the lack of lubrication played its role. Valera began to feel thrusts similar to hammering nails, but here they were hammering the dildo into his ass, as if Sonya had positioned it and was hitting it with something just to drive this dildo into his ass. The dildo eventually started going in, tearing his asshole and causing immense pain.
"Aaaaaah!" Valera screamed, unable to bear the pain, but Amanda, already wrapping her strong legs and arms around him, pressed his face into her pussy and muffled the scream. Valera was now screaming into Amanda's pussy. Valera tried to resist the grip of her legs on his neck with his hands, but it looked so helpless and useless. However, the pain in his anus was somewhat dulled by this pressure.
Just don't bite, Valera kept thinking, just don't bite, he continued to think, pressing his lips and nose into Amanda's vagina, which, as it seemed to him, began to suck him in. However, it was Sonya who was already pounding him from behind, thereby pressing him into her friend's pussy. Blood in his anus had already replaced the lubrication, and the dildo moved more freely, though the pain didn't subside. Overcoming the pain, Valera tried to perform cunnilingus, which apparently wasn't working at all. Yet, he felt that Amanda, squeezing him with her legs, was rubbing herself against his face. The stool under him slid on its legs with Sonya's thrusts, emitting a characteristic squeak. Valera's forced fucking continued, so to speak, as a double act. Having grown accustomed to the pain, Valera only moaned softly, convincing himself that he deserved this and no one was to blame but himself.