Female Domination - The Beginning. Part 3
On the way to the apartment, these three drunken beasts kept asking Roman about his neighbor Sergey. Sergey was his age, meaning about ten years younger than these rapists, he was short, what they call "a meter with a cap," had a physically developed body, and by nature, he was a quiet one and always tried to avoid conflicts.
"Our client," the girls laughed, vying to plan who would fuck his mouth first.
Upon entering the apartment, the silence was immediately broken by the drunken, cheerful laughter of the girls.
"Where's the bathroom, the toilet, and where's the kitchen?" questions poured at Roman. "Where's Seryozhka?"
"Probably in the room," said Roman, taking off his shoes and heading into the room.
The apartment was a one-room, so they slept in the same room. Sergey slept on the bed, and Roman on the existing sofa; also in the room were an armchair, a desk, and a wardrobe."Who do we have here sleeping so sweetly?" entering the room where Roman had already turned on the light, Anya asked, approaching the peacefully sleeping Sergey, who, from the noise that had appeared out of nowhere, began to toss and turn and tried to cover his head with the blanket.
"Get up, get up, Seryozha," Yana picked up after Anya, and Dasha also didn't lag behind, mumbling something with a slurred tongue.
Sergey opened his eyes and, half-asleep, couldn't understand what was happening.
"Get up, Seryozha, I'm Anya, we've come to have a little fun! You're a hospitable host, aren't you? You won't kick us out?" Anya continued, pulling the blanket off him. Sergey, stunned by such pressure, tried to hold onto the blanket, as he was in his underwear and was, of course, embarrassed.
"Come on, show us what you have here and how and where the kitchen is," Yana addressed Roman, after which the two of them went to the kitchen, where they began setting the table to continue the banquet. Roman noticed that in Dasha's eyes there was no longer what he had previously thought was some cuteness, but rather some kind of dislike and arrogance towards him.
Sergey was noticeably nervous and, obediently getting up from the bed, began pulling on his pants.
"Brush your teeth, shave, wash up, wash your dick so it's clean and your ass, and come back to us at the table, and we'll get everything ready in the meantime," Anya continued, laughing but insistently. Dasha had already gone to the kitchen by this time, where she took sausages, eggs, and other suitable snack foods from the refrigerator.
Sergey thought these were Roman's acquaintances and he had brought them from some other drinking session, although he hadn't noticed such behavior from Roman before. Generally, Roman was also quite modest, and the fact that he had brought home drunken women—specifically how Sergey perceived them—was surprising to Sergey, but of course, he needed to brush his teeth, Sergey thought, and went into the bathroom, which was adjacent to the toilet.
In the kitchen, preparations for the feast were in full swing. Some time passed, and now all five were sitting at the table with hastily prepared scrambled eggs.
"To a pleasant acquaintance," Dasha raised a toast, and everyone said their names and drank a shot.
"So you study together," Anya addressed Sergey.
"Yes," Sergey answered.
They drank a couple more shots, and suddenly Anya turned to Roman: "Say cunnilingus!"
"Cunnilingus," Roman uttered.
"The guy said it, the guy does it," Anya burst out laughing. "Come with me, my hero," pulling Roman by the hand, she began leading him into the room. Roman, not resisting much, went with her into the room.
"So, I want to torment you a little! You won't mind, will you?" Anya looked with mischievous eyes. "You're allowed to scream and whimper."
"Don't," Roman muttered somewhat uncertainly. He was ashamed that he would have to do what he didn't want to do in front of Seryoga, but immediately received a knee to the balls, causing him to double over and fall to his knees, letting out a not-very-loud cry.
Anya slapped him on the back with her palm and kicked the chair with her foot, causing it to fall with a crash. At this time, Sergey, in the kitchen, widened his eyes in surprise and looked warily at the two remaining drunken bitches with him. Muffled whimpering from Roman continued to come from the room. At this moment, Roman on his knees in front of the bed was being pressed face-first into a pillow by Anya's hand, while with her other hand she forcefully pushed a chair leg into his ass, causing Roman, from both pain and fear, to no longer hold back and scream into the pillow. Anya stopped the execution with the chair and, releasing Roman from the pillow's embrace, sat on the edge of the bed and shoved two fingers into his mouth, causing Roman to make a corresponding sound. This sound, following the screams and moans, seemed especially ominous to those present in the kitchen.
"Just hope she doesn't kill the gift," Yana said.
"Yeah," Dasha supported her. "She's already done time for something like that," while looking at Sergey, who was really sitting with his head tucked into his shoulders. "Relax and pour, I'll go check on them."
After that, Dasha poured shots, and the three of them drank to the ongoing moans coming from the room. Sergey drank this shot with great effort. At this time in the room, Anya had already taken off her sweatpants and panties, throwing them aside, and had also taken off Roman's T-shirt and was already pinching his nipples with her fingers. Roman obediently endured everything, but his eyes were red and tears covered them.
Dasha entered the room and, seeing this scene, said, "Listen, that's not fair, it's actually my turn!"
"How's Seryozha doing?" Anya quietly inquired.
"He's in shock," Dasha answered just as quietly.
"Well then, everything's going according to plan! Let me take a selfie of you with my pussy," Anya said, aiming her phone camera at Roman. "Stick out your tongue and lick while looking at me." Roman did just that. Click, click—"There, good! I leave him to you," Anya said, getting up and pulling on her panties. "He's yours, Dasha, enjoy," she herself, leaving the room, went to the kitchen.
Dasha quickly took off all her clothes, remaining completely naked, lay down on the bed where Sergey had been lounging not long ago. "Start, Roma! Just gently! Understood?"
"Yes," Roman said with a slight sob, settling between her spread legs.
"From the nipples, Roma! Start with the nipples," Dasha cooed. "And close the door."
When Anya entered the kitchen wearing only panties below, Sergey looked at her with considerable fright.
"Didn't kill him?" Yana asked her with a smile.
"Not yet," Anya said, sitting at the table. "Pour, come on," she addressed Sergey, who with trembling hands poured everyone a shot.
"Look, I took a selfie," she showed her phone to Yana. She looked, smiled, and passed the phone with the photo to Sergey, where Roman was posing with his tongue out between legs and a naked pussy. Sergey swallowed dry saliva and, without looking Anya in the eyes, handed her back the phone.
"That's a real guy! Said it! Did it!" Anya laughed, and Yana supported her, while Sergey also smiled somehow stupidly.
At this very time, Roman was already fully assaulting Dasha's excited pussy with his tongue. Dasha was moaning, and these moans also reached the kitchen, where Sergey sat completely bewildered by what was happening.